#Workers Eugene

[lookismfanfics]

𝐁𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐.

Notes: If ya’ll want part 3 it’ll probably include Goo, Vin, Daniel, Jihan, and whoever else you guys want. Just a heads up!

Warnings: Fluff, nudity (not explicit), wholesomeness, mild cursing, mentions of violence

Eugene • Gun • Zack • Johan • Jake • Lineman • Jason • Hudson

𝐄𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞

🝮 The candles, assortments of expensive shampoos, classic piano melodies playing from the speakers, and altogether romantic atmosphere weren’t out of the normal for Eugene.

🝮 Shower time was usually like this. He was busy, and needed to unwind… but in a timely manner.

🝮 The only thing different about the bathroom today was you.

🝮 You. Crouched by the tub, pouring globs of bubble-bath solution carelessly into the foamy water. Wrapped in his a luxurious robe.

🝮 Eugene takes off his quickly-steaming glasses, wiping them gingerly against his shirt.

🝮 “What’s all this about, (Y/N)?” He asks. No doubt he’s forming an answer of his own right now. You smile coyly.

🝮 He likes that smile on you. Your casual wit and intellect never fails to charm his cooly-intelligent and egotistical self.

🝮 “It’s your shower time. Says so on the calendar,” you state. “I told you sharing our Cloud wasn’t an invitation for you to spy on my personal schedule,” he counters.

🝮 He ends up cracking a smile anyway. The type of smile he reserves specifically for your enjoyment.

🝮 “Whatever. Get in.” You gesture towards the tub, unfazed as Eugene stares at you cooly. “Sorry. You want privacy undressing or something?”

🝮 His sharp “yes” falls on deaf ears. You both end up stifling giggles and sharing looks as he piles his clothes on the floor.

🝮 The soap suds in the tub are an off-white color. Eugene hates dyed bath bombs.

🝮 After he submerges himself in the water and has a book in his hand, you take to kissing his knuckles and smoothing out his hair.

🝮 Neither of you converse very much. He smirks whenever your eyes meet, though.

🝮 It’s elegant and intimate. That’s norm for being in a relationship with Eugene.

𝐆𝐮𝐧

🝮 It started off with a workout.

🝮 Gun, the ridiculous bast*rd, trying his hardest to overwork you till your bones break. For the sake of getting stronger.

🝮 And now that that’s over, it’s your turn.

🝮 Exasperated and breathless as you push on his bare chest, trying to force him through the doorway of the bathroom

🝮 “Just— get— in— Gun!” You huff, slapping your hand roughly against the side of his torso.

🝮 He’s such a pig sometimes.

🝮 On his own he walks backwards and sits down in the bathtub. Soapy water engulfs his frame. His normal nonchalance is wasted on you. All he ever seems to do is smirk when you’re around.

🝮 You mumble “jerk” and in response he tells you to “eat ass”

🝮 You hold his head underwater for that-

🝮 He chooses the soap. A musky, expensive brand. Something that smells like him.

🝮 While Gun scrolls boredly through his classical playlist you take off your clothes.

🝮 Hop right in beside him, let him spread his legs and lean against his back. He doesn’t mind. Actually, he prefers it that way.

🝮 “You did good today,” Gun remarks. He leans his head back against the wall. You hum in reply.

🝮 It’s not so much a bath as it is a warm soak.

🝮 Gun’s hands rub down your legs roughly. Even if he isn’t gentle, per say, it feels nice for your aching muscles.

🝮 “You weren’t so bad yourself,” you reply. He chuckles at that.

🝮 You’ll come out of that bath with Gun’s signature scent all over you. He doesn’t mind THAT at all.

𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐤

🝮 If athletic had a scent… then it would smell exactly like Zack Lee’s shampoo.

🝮 He digs his hands into the side of the bathtub and wills himself not to blush as you crouch beside him, pouring more bubble solution into the foggy water.

🝮 “Where’d you buy this anyway?” You ask, knowing Zack doesn’t like buying cheap brands. And it doesn’t smell bad, necessarily.

🝮 He swallows, eyes narrowing and a sheepish flush rising to his face. “I dunno. Do you not like it or something…?”

🝮 “No it’s fine. It smells like you.”

🝮 Zack’s hands are busted. His cracked knuckles are a clear indicator of the fight he had gotten himself into.

🝮 You grumble about it a little, but not too much. Just a simple, “I thought we talked about you getting into fights…” and then you dropped it.

🝮 You lathered your hands with shampoo, scrubbing deep into the roots of his hair.

🝮 You tenderly scrubbed across his body, knowing he was unable to with his mangled hands.

🝮 Sweet, rushed kisses followed. Zack is such a simp— almost completely unable to look you in the eye, let alone return your affection.

🝮 The signiture-athlete-soap was down the drain. Zack dried himself off.

🝮 “You weren’t planning on doing this again… were you?” He calls. When you don’t answer, his chest deflates.

🝮 “(Y/N)— ARUGH!”

🝮 The door slams

🝮 “Why are you naked?!”

🝮 “I’m getting in the shower too…!”

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧

🝮 Puppy eyes. That’s what he gives you.

🝮 Where did he learn this sacred guilt-tripping art from? His dogs?

🝮 Either way, you shake your head.

🝮 “Look, you can use the bathroom to shower- or whatever. But I’m not helping you.”

🝮 Johan: 🥺

🝮 Five minutes later, you’re helping him.

🝮 He’s half naked, and had reprimanded you for staring. “It’s not that big of a deal,” or whatever crap he said.

🝮 You are currently checking the water temperature.

🝮 “Look, using my bathtub is pretty straightforward. Once you get it to the temp you like you can just plug in the drain cap. Okay?”

🝮 You demonstrate. Johan nods.

🝮 “Okay. Soap is there… and-yeah. Have fun Johan.”

🝮 You rise, dodging him and beelining for the door. You have other things, after all-

🝮 “Wait,” Johan mumbles.

🝮 You look over your shoulder, met head-on with those baby brown eyes of his. Johan blinks. His brows are furrowed slightly in contemplation. Or whatever is going through his pea-brain.

🝮 “Can you get in with me?”

🝮 🫠

🝮 (I can’t tell you what to do. Hop in or leave him hanging- 💅)

𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

🝮 His shirt slips off a solid abdomin and exposes inked shoulders and chest. His tattooed arms flex as the shirt falls to the side.

🝮 This display is… seen by no one. Jake has no audience in the empty bathroom but himself.

🝮 He cranes his neck to catch sigh of some scrapes and bruises on his back. It not too difficult. Even through his peripherals the purple splotches are obvious.

🝮 With a sigh, Jake begins to unzip his pants and unclamp his belt—

🝮 THE DOOR CREAKS

🝮 A towel covers him in a second. (Since when has he been self-conscious??) The door opens completely to let you in.

🝮 You… with your arms full of bath and medical supplies.

🝮 You set down the things and face a nervously smiling Jake. The towel is snatched out of his grasp in a millisecond.

🝮 “Don’t bother hiding it Jake. I know you look like a wreck,” you snap.

🝮 Jake? Self-conscious? Nah. Afraid of your wrath? Maybe.

🝮 The water is turned on and soon the bathtub is filled. Eventually the soapy water cradles Jake’s large figure.

🝮 Your hands feel nice against his sore skin, he thinks. He stays still as you wash off his cuts and bruises… let’s you wet his hair and scrub soap into his scalp.

🝮 “I love you,” he smiles. Cheeky.

🝮 You sigh and press a kiss against his cheek. “I know.”

🝮 Bubbles eventually popped… the water was drained. Jake’s favorite part was being dried off anyway. He likes his hair being ruffled by you… the soft towel rubbing down his back and legs.

🝮 In the end he smells like strawberries. You can’t help but tease him about that.

🝮 Argument avoided successfully 👍

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧

🝮 In all honesty you had never seen Lineman without a shirt on. You’d only… heard about it.

🝮 But anyway. Here you are. Pouring soap onto a washcloth and dabbing it on his temple.

🝮 The excessive amount of bath bombs were completely necessary. You didn’t need to be flashed.

🝮 Lineman sits as still as possible, not wanting soap to get into his eyes. He mumbles about how nice the water feels and how he’s grateful that you’re taking care of him.

🝮 “Why does it smell so peachy?” He asks suddenly, cupping some of the water in his hand.

🝮 You shrug. “It’s just the scent I guess.”

🝮 Bandaids have fallen off and are thrown in the trash. You apply neosporin to the cut over his eyebrow.

🝮 You’re about to pour some water into his hair but he dodges out of the way. Something about a hair routine. Admittedly it is one of his nicest features…

🝮 “Ya don’t have to do that, (Y/N). I’m good,” he tells you sheepishly. He says that a lot actually. He’s capable of turning on the water… cleaning his banged-up body… drying off…

🝮 You do all those things for him anyway. He just complies bashfully and lets it happen.

🝮 Afterwards you ask him to take his clothes off more often (as a joke.) He takes you completely seriously- 😳

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧

🝮 It’s not that Jason can’t be romantic, but between the two of you, you’re typically the more… intimate one

🝮 This weekend was a bit different though. And without getting into explicit details, you’ve spend a fair share of romantic time together.

🝮 So now, to unwind, you’re grabbing your bath kit and treating the two of you to some self-care. (The bath bombs needed to be used. Lua gifted them to you two Christmas’ ago-)

🝮 You settle for a green colored… minty scented soap. With the pigmented water bubbling and steaming, you decided now was the time to hop in.

🝮 You sink into the tub 🛁

🝮 Jason comes in a few minutes later with some towels and a book for you.

🝮 “Don’t you wanna get in?” You ask. He splashes you with some water and gives some sort of embarrassed reply.

🝮 He uses a loofah to scrub your back. “Isn’t the water too hot?”

🝮 “Nope. Just you.”

🝮 *More aggressive splashing*

🝮 “You’re worse than Jake,” he mumbles, dropping the loofah and sitting against the wall. You just smile in return.

𝐇𝐮𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧

🝮 “What kind of scents do you like?” You’d ask. He wouldn’t give you an answer.

🝮 “Hudson…! I’m for real!” You’d say. Still, nothing.

🝮 “Please just answer my question-” you grumbled. Nothing.

🝮 Hudson didn’t want you to spoil him (that’s… not exactly what you had in mind but-) and he definitely didn’t need you spending your money on HIS beauty products.

🝮 Ever since he joined the Allied…. Idiots (there’s not a nicer way to put it) he’s begun to realize that his own products and routines are pretty low-key.

🝮 He went over Jay’s penthouse once. To drop something off. The dude was basically butt naked, wearing just a skimpy robe. What was that all about? Apparently he was in the middle of some hour-long beauty ritual.

🝮 Then there’s Zack Lee. Don’t even get Zack STARTED on using hair gel… or washing your face… using an exfoliator…

🝮 Compared to them, Hudson just kinda… showered? The soap brand he used jumped from whatever was available. So when he told you he didn’t have a favorite scent, he was being completely honest.

🝮 So you took a guess. Picked out some honeysuckle bubble soap. Some matching scented shampoo. Now you dip your finger into the water to test if it’s okay.

🝮 Behind you Hudson reluctantly takes off his clothes. He takes better care of his sweater than his pants, which he just flops on the floor and toes out of the way.

🝮 You gesture for him to get in.

🝮 “I never asked you to do this…” he murmurs, slipping underneath the sudsy water.

🝮 You nod. “I know. I just felt like it.”

🝮 You kiss his knuckles and help wash his back. You also tease him about his wet, flat hair—

So sorry for the delay everyone! Going to hustle through requests!!

[koiiiji]

being IT gurls with Eugene/Yoojin.

like imagine you have no idea about workers organization (bruh even if you do know you think you have choice? this bro gives huge yandere vibes), you just have been friends since childhood and he us such a gossip girl with you. that nights when you two stay at his place, he leaves all his chairman duties for Mandeok and you two sharing just nastiest tea about everyone!! btw you gossip about sammys bonkers 💯💯💯

ꢾ୧ your sleepovers are exclusive, no one are allowed (Yoojin are jealous)

ꢾ୧ he took the best pictures of you, you would never have better new profile picture if it’s not Yoojin

ꢾ୧ you give each other that light cheek kisses every time you meet and have small hug as greeting and goodbyes!!! it's essential!! if you haven't gave him that small hug, placing your hands on his shoulders while his palms are a little bit lower on your waist than it should be, he won't let you go!!

ꢾ୧ you two kinn regina george!!! and he definitely judging your partner choice like umpire Kim - uew this is so cringe. guilty. again, if you don’t understand - Yoojin are jealous.

ꢾ୧ if you want to eat something, whole restaurant are booked and no other people are around, only two of you nasty rats keep gossiping about your ex classmate horribly done liposuction, how that boy from your class already married.. prob because he knocked up that girl from other class, ohh and do you remember that teacher you had on math classes? he is doing some questionable pyramid scheme now… oh oh and that guy who took eugene company when he just came? his boobs are hu-

ꢾ୧ you are his dear friend, there is no other scenario why he would let you stay at his place, having sleepovers together to watch scream queens, american horror story and old episodes of keep up with the kardashians (Chris is his kinn, fight this opinion)

ꢾ୧ all in all 10 nasty gossip rats out of 10, you vibe together as long as you are sweet and loyal to him and not part of any gangs - again Yoojin is jealous, you can be only his dear slay queen bestie

[nepentheseeker]

LOOKISM 502

The Lore about red paper

Goofiest ahh Eugene panel ever to exist

Eugene Got a death flag

My man Goo is actually an arsonist, that meme is real . BUT I think he was the one who messed with the red paper(??) and handed it over to jinyoung ??

But wait imagine this -

only if this fvcker wasn't standing there wearing stolen clothes -

VIN IS THE DUMBEST OF THE VERSE YES THE DUMBEST EVEN LITTLE DANIEL ISN'T THAT DUMB BRO

These dumbasses looking good actually!

Ma'am please change the tracks of the actual plot please. Only you can do it now 🙏

[magewritesstories]

CONTENT WARNING: This is literally just me hating on the 2nd and 3rd affiliate of the Workers. I'd love to hear y'all's opinions on this. Obviously mention of canon-typical things, e.g. violence, drugs, rape, etc.

I just read the 3rd & 2nd Affiliate chapters, plus the summit meeting and be so fucking for real rn, what is wrong with these people??!?!?

like i know the whole point is that you start out hating the gangs and then you grow to like them, like with Big Deal and God Dog, but the workers are just human garbage and there is no coming back from that???

like look at the line-up we have: a rapist drug making nepo baby (Vivi), some guy with stockholm syndrome that protects rapist drug making nepo baby (Xiaolong), an annoying gaslighting narcissist that blames all the horrible things she does on daddy issues (Mitsuki/Neko), some guy that can't get a fucking hard on and follows around annoying gaslighting narcissist so that he can bang her, like dude take some viagra and pull yourself together (Ryuhei/Nomen), pshyo twins who run this hell-on-earth (Eugene and whatever his brothers name is), some random buff dude with a inferirioiryt complex bc his dad wasn't a cheating asshole but just some deadbeat (Samuel), a murderer that kills people because they aren't strong enough (Kazuma/Hyottoko) a dude who's family was killed so he starts working for people who pay oney to the guy who killed is family (Magami/Daruma)

Like the only two people I somewhat get are Samuel and Xiaolung (the guy has stockholm syndrome but still)

Like??????? No excuse they can give me as backstory will make up for the horrible, horrible things they've done. Especially when it's something as dumb as 'Well, I could never get hard until I met her so I joined her hell brigade and started commiting horrible crimes.'

And I know that the people in the circus were also human garbage, but they were still human. But like the people Vivi drugged and raped were innocent, like that girl that Daniel befriends.

Anyway, yeah, the Workers instigate a visceral rage in me and I hate all of them. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

─── MAGE

[royaltyoon]

Hello, can i request a headcannon of (toxic?)Yujin x female reader who is highly intelligent? She doesn't get fooled nor manipulated easily

An ask from before i left 💀 sorry for getting done with this like a year and half later. Thanks for the request tho anon ✨

YUJIN X READER

Clashing intellects

[A/N]

I checked my asks recently and there are so many yujin asks, he's finally getting some recognition

I LOVE WRITING SMART WOMEN

"The third affiliate is gonna burn up in flames~" you sing-songed while stretching your legs over his table, one over the other.

"what makes you think that?" He furrowed his eyebrows finally looking up from his papers and scrunching his nose in disapproval of your feet on his work surface. "It happened with the fourth affiliate, didn't it?" You scoff.

"You know that I'm smart enough to not repeat the same mistakes again, right?" This time it was his turn to scoff.

"And you think you're doing a good job by hiring Johan Seong as the bouncer? Out of everyone else?" He raised an eyebrow at the geniunity he sensed in your voice. "He works under white tiger now, he has no reason to rebel against them." He clarified.

"Finding out about pungsan seems like a good enough reason, don't you think so my love?" You enunciated the last words for mockery, but there was a certain truth to it. "Him finding out about it is a rare chance, sweetheart." He mirrored your mockery.

"It's still a chance, Yujin." You now sat up straight, looking at him with a serious glare. "And jake Kim isn't going to make things any easier." You continued

"Jake?"

"..."

"Don't tell me you aren't aware." You cackled aloud. "Guess who's the second bouncer for the club?"

He sighed deeply burying his face in his palms as realisation dawned on him.

"This is why I need you on my side. You are always aware of everything and keep it all in check." He said peeking under his bangs.

You let out a little laugh, "I am on your side. But if you think I'm going to work under you? Keep dreaming, love."

"Working beside me." He corrected. "You'd get more out of it than whatever we're doing right now." He pointed to him and then you, almost signifying a win-win situation.

But you knew better than that, you took steps walking to him slowly ."Yujin, you know better than anyone that you're the only head to workers, you know how to make things work in your favour, you know how to buy peoples loyalty, I've seen Samuel. You know how to make people work for you, but that's not going to work on me. I am like you, I understand your thoughts, yujin." You lifted his chin with your index.

"You're not going to manipulate me, love. It won't work." You grin. "I can leave you when you are of no more use to me. I can cut ties the minute things go south, I am bound with no compulsion, no necessity, no loyalty. I can put a stop to this pretend relationship the day it stops benefiting me." You couldn't shake the feeling that what you were saying felt awfully false.

He huffs, standing up. Slightly taller than you. "Why haven't you then?" He takes a step towards you.

"Things have gone south." Then another causing you to take one back. "They still are, as you said, maybe the third affiliate is in danger." And another.

"In fact, you are always the first to warn me about anything." He finally stopped when you were backed up on his desk.

He leans ahead, trapping you between his hands on either side of you. "You need me, you need the workers." He smiles a little atrocious, one side higher than the other.

You held your own, "I told you, I am not bound by necessity." You knew he was smart enough to decipher the actual point you were indirectly implying.

He scanned your face before chuckling to himself, "We can make that happen too, the 'relationship' doesn't have to be pretend anymore. You'll have me all to yourself, sweetheart." He slid a hand under your ear, coaxing you with a honey tone, pulling your face closer to his.

You leaned in too. "No." You muttered only inches away. "I told you it won't work on me." You grin wider now.

You slowly push him away, his face holding a rather moderate shock. "Did you forget I'm too much like you?" You hop on the table, swinging your legs.

"I can read your actions and understand you better than anyone else, Yujin. Even if we're alike, we are still clashing. Neither of us could have what we want." You shrug.

He took a second before he shook his head with a smile, "You're too smart for your own good." He said.

"I could say the same about you." You returned his expression, pushing yourself off of the table. You stood in front of him analysing him for a second.

You sigh and strings tugged in your chest. "Things are indeed going south." You said before walking towards the door.

"Goodbye, Yujin." You muttered before stepping out of his office. Cutting ties forever. But the snapped strings of your heart still subtly ached.

You hoped you could stay, and he hoped you stayed too. But both had different reasons for it.

Clashing intellects, indeed.

[creekfiend]

also relating to antipsych - ppl are sooo often confused when I express distrust of social workers and say that replacing cops with social workers is not a solution. this is not an explanation but it should get the ball rolling in your head: social workers used to exist primarily to recommend which individuals be sterilized by the state.

[daydayx2]

first Affiliate people

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Riveter on the Williams St. subway cut, November 19, 1928.

Photo: Eugene Salignac via NYC Municipal Archives

[dontirrigateme]

Nixon as the harbinger

Malarkey as the bone collector

Roe as the branded arm

[mayomayae]

LOOKISM 478

mhmm that's the man of the hour alright

ptj finally added his sleeves 🤧🤧🤧

im starting to think that gun either lives at that junkyard or at that old ass school charles told him to guard

and these j high boys arggg (they really left vinjin) i love them so much, look at jay, hes just happy to help out

johan finally got the help he needed and he just...

went up and left again??? like please, zack, drag ur emo bf back to his mom.

this boy had gone through enough 😭

and jinyoung is... just-

GOO AGAIN?!! WRAPPED IN BANDAGES?!!! HUH?!!! WERE BEING FED AGAIN?!!

the way he's so close to taejin is so- hehehehehe

help, the way this man has a grip on me is making me go- 😔

jakes brother is finally close to getting his official introduction

it's either we'll get to see him within this year or in the next 50 chapters 💀

kinda worried that he might play a huge role in the hunt for gun (hopefully not, let my man live longer)

[righteousenjoymentofthunder]

AU where eugene finds out that gun has expressed interest in big daniel before (the whole ui fight in the school, plus this post of mine) and gets daniel to seduce gun for his address/"home base" to find the workers weakness as part of the alliance only for daniel to then turn around after and do his whole trick with the junkyard

[lookismfanfics]

𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Just some cute fluff. Eugene • Jake • Hudson

𝐄𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞

🝮 He enjoys the feeling of your fingers intertwined.

🝮 He has a habit of folding his hands behind his back. It’s either that or resting them together on a table.

🝮 It’s a comfortable position for him. He never realized it felt even better to hold some else’s hand.

🝮 The warm tingle when your fingers brushed into his palm was something he looked forward to.

🝮 Never in public. Always in private.

🝮 Sitting down with you after a long day, resting his eyes, cradling your hands with his

🝮 That’s an ideal situation for Eugene. He couldn’t ask for much more.

🝮 He enjoys holding your hand up to his cheek, letting you caress his face. Sneaking small kisses against your fingers. Never letting go of your hand.

🝮 You’re probably the only one that can tell… but it doesn’t change the fact that Eugene is down bad for you. It also doesn’t change the fact that he’s touch starved in a way and hates to admit it… but holding your hand is the tiny amount of contact that he tolerates and enjoys-

𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

🝮 Now as willing to hug and kiss all the time is Jake is, sometimes he just likes to keep it simple.

🝮 It’s romantic to him. Holding your hand.

🝮 Your hands slip into each others so easily, it’s almost like they’re puzzle pieces.

🝮 He gets tingles whenever your fingers lace together. For all his talk, Jake is pretty inexperienced when it comes to romantic relationships.

🝮 He reaches out to pull you closer, bringing you to his side as you walk down the street. Arms brushing against each other, hands pressed together.

🝮 Not all the time, but sometimes. He’s not overly affectionate of course. He’ll initiate hand-holding on walks… during dinner…

🝮 Hold hands as he kisses you senseless. Interlock fingers as your free hand digs through his hair. Hold hands as he presses his body against yours and molds his lips with yours.

🝮 Yeah… Jake likes to hold hands.

𝐇𝐮𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧

🝮 His knuckles are rough and withered as sand paper, to be frank.

🝮 He’s even cut his niece’s forehead before… trying to sweep some of her bangs out of her eyes. His skin is coarse… he’s aware.

🝮 He doesn’t know why you enjoy holding his hands so much.

🝮 You grab them during the cold, weaseling your icy fingertips into his warm palm. He brushes it off.

🝮 You grab his hand while you’re studying. It’s a little odd. He tries to ignore it.

🝮 When you begin holding his hand at random he finds it really unusual. You don’t actually like it… do you? The rough feel of his knuckles and palms. Even his fingertips are comparable to sandpaper.

🝮 You kiss his knuckles, dragging your lips over his coarse skin. He wants to flinch, but doesn’t. He wants to look away from you, but he doesn’t.

🝮 Holding hands with you is really nice…

Me: O-Oh…. Hey guys! Part two to bubble baths? Well you see- w-WOAH

Ya’ll: 🔪🔪🔪🔪

Me: Oh! The requests… UhM about that— WAIT-

Me: 😵

[koiiiji]

Pls feed starving wootwoot fics pls 🥹😭😭😭🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

soft and charming

tw ; cheating, manipulation, Eugene being obsessive

summary ; Eugene considered himself as a smart guy. definitely higher then just above average. but what he never understood is women and their logical decisions. how in the hell girl like you could ever choose an absolute garbage person like your current boyfriend? Eugene could never justify this decision.

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Eugene had always considered himself a smart guy — definitely sharper than just average. he had a keen sense of logic, a well-organized mind, and a way of seeing things most others didn’t. but when it came to women? he could never quite make sense of them. they were a puzzle wrapped in contradictions, and no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t quite figure them out.

take you, for example. you were sweet, a little naive perhaps, but full of life. Eugene watched you from the sidelines sometimes, fascinated by your presence. you were the kind of girl who always wore that genuine smile, effortlessly charming everyone around you. you talked to him, to his friends, you sang little melodies when you were happy, and you were kind — always willing to listen, to laugh, to support. Eugene was captivated.

it was like you were too good for this world, too pure to be caught in the mess of people like that guy you called your boyfriend.

that pig.

Eugene hated him. he couldn’t stand how that sorry excuse for a man treated you. the way he threw his hands over you as if you were just another one of his miserable, low-life buddies. the dirty comments, the vulgar jokes, the way he slapped you on the back like you were some sort of plaything. it made Eugene’s blood boil.

you deserved better.

but what you did? you just laughed. that soft, innocent giggle that made Eugene’s chest tighten. you didn’t know, did you? that you were worth so much more than him. that your boyfriend didn’t deserve the kindness you gave so freely. but you didn’t know any better. Eugene couldn’t blame you for that. after all, you were a sweet, airy thing who lived in a world of sunshine and dreams. you hadn’t seen the darkness yet.

but it wasn’t just your boyfriend that irked him. it was the way you’d speak about him during lunch breaks, with that naive excitement. “oh, he sent me a message!” you’d gush, as if it was the grandest gesture in the world. Eugene knew the truth. that dry message — actually answer for your message — was nothing more than the bare minimum. and yet, you were so happy about it. that’s when Eugene realized : you were still a little girl when it came to boys. you didn’t know how to read the signs, how to know when someone was just using you. he’d seen it all before — guys like that.

but he was different. you didn’t know the full story, of course. Eugene kept his personal life separate from his school persona. you only knew him as the sweet, nerdy guy who always was target of bullying, along with his friend and younger brother. what you didn’t know was that Eugene had his own "business" outside of school — business he kept under wraps. he made sure you never got mixed up in it. he didn’t want to corrupt that innocent part of you, that part that made him feel like he had to protect you from everything ugly in the world.

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Eugene leaned against the wall of the quiet alley, his phone in hand. a wry smirk tugged at his lips as he scrolled through the photos one of his Workers had sent him. there it was : clear, undeniable evidence of your boyfriend’s infidelity. a cozy snapshot of him locking lips with some girl at a nightclub, his hands wandering where they shouldn’t. Eugene had orchestrated the whole thing, of course. it wasn’t difficult — guys like him were predictable, ruled by their impulses. all it took was the right bait, a little nudge, and the rest unfolded like clockwork.

what followed was just as planned. the carefully timed "leak" of the photos to the right people ensured the news spread like wildfire through school. by lunchtime, it was all anyone could talk about. and you? poor, sweet you. you hadn’t been spared the whispers, the pitying glances, the thinly veiled gossip.

it worked. of course, it worked. his plans always works.

Eugene tucked his phone into his pocket and walked into the courtyard where he knew he’d find you. there you were, sitting on the edge of a bench, your shoulders trembling as you clutched your phone in your hands. your usual glow — the light he adored — was dimmed, your eyes puffy and red. you looked fragile.

good. vulnerability suited you. vulnerability needed protection.

taking a deep breath, Eugene softened his expression into one of pure concern as he approached. “hey…” his voice was gentle, soothing. “are you okay?”

you looked up, startled, and for a second, Eugene’s heart clenched at the sight of the tears streaming down your face. it wasn’t guilt — he didn’t regret what he’d done. but seeing you hurt, even for a moment, sparked an ache in his chest. still, this was necessary. a temporary pain to save you from something far worse.

“he… cheated on me,” you choked out, your voice cracking. “i can’t believe he —” another sob wracked your body, and you clamped a hand over your mouth as if to stifle it.

Eugene was by your side in an instant, sliding his blazer off and draping it over your trembling shoulders. “what?” he said, feigning shock, his brows furrowing. “are you serious? how did you find out?”

your hand shook as you showed him the photos someone had sent you. he recognized them immediately, of course, but his reaction was flawless. his lips parted in disbelief, his eyes narrowing as if in anger. “i… i don’t even know what to say. that… jerk. how could he do this to you?”

you sniffled, curling into his blazer like it was the only shield you had against the world. “i thought he loved me. i thought i mattered to him…”

Eugene clenched his fists, his knuckles whitening as he forced the perfect amount of restrained rage into his voice. “he’s an idiot. you gave him everything, and he threw it all away. he doesn’t deserve you.”

your tears flowed freely now, and Eugene leaned closer, wrapping an arm around you. he felt you collapse into his side, your fingers clutching at his shirt like a lifeline. “i feel so stupid,” you whispered. “how did i not see it?”

“no,” Eugene said firmly. he tilted your chin up with gentle fingers so you had to meet his eyes. “you’re not stupid. you trusted him, and he betrayed you. that says everything about him and nothing about you.”

your lips trembled, and Eugene took the opportunity to pull you back into his chest, letting your tears soak into his shirt. his heart swelled. this was where you belonged, where you were safe. with him. not with someone who saw you as an accessory, a conquest. someone who could never appreciate the light in you the way he did.

as you cried, Eugene rubbed soothing circles on your back, whispering soft reassurances. “it’s okay,” he murmured. “i’m here. you’re not alone in this. i’ve got you.”

and he did. he’d always have you, even if you didn’t realize it yet. this was just the beginning. the world was cruel, but Eugene? Eugene would protect you from it. he’d make sure you never had to face it alone.

of course, you’d never know the part he played in your heartbreak. you didn’t need to. all you needed to know was that Eugene was there for you now, just as he always would be. and when the time came, you’d see what he already knew : that he was the one who truly cared for you. the only one who ever really would.

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[gimyung]

Who do you think has the best room of the four crews?

um hmm! it's probably workers. these mfs rich enough to own cars and nice condo units and a fucking villa. samuel literally lives in cheongdam too and that's crazy 😭

the BH129 in one of the panels (see below) is probs a parody for PH129 aka the most expensive apartment. mans livin lavish

more rich!samuel panels for the seoussy enjoyers 🤤 (i'm very normal abt him)

also yoojin's got enough bribe money for everyone, owns cars for the workers, plays tennis, is able to contact vivi & mitsuki and other rich kids... literally more chaebol behavior than crystal atp.. he's pictured at these locations too which cld be his apartment. fancy shmency

meanwhile lua lives like this. dont even know if homegirl got a mattress and where does she do the research shit jake makes her work on 😭 like nice van babylove BUT you deserve better

altho i fw jake's traditional home too! his mom jos chillin w her bonsai trees and watering succulents.

not lavish, but peaceful in the very least. it's very fitting for him (and for gapryong), traditional home for ppl who's made marks in ppl's lives, as if the kim blood is of nobility (? what the fuck am i talkin bout) (you catch the drift)

im tired of the flavor of talking but hostel is literally THAT building (although sally's room probs cute) and idk where johan lives 😭 my hc is that their rooms aint better than these !

[dandelionjack]

watching torchwood as somebody with chronic low level suicidal ideation is a trip cuz. this is like the fifth episode now somebody has either killed themselves wanted to kill themselves or alluded to killing themselves. fantastic

[nokkiart]

Hi! Your gorgeous artwork of your Five and Sam for a Study in Ichor finally motivated me to get the zombies, run! memvership, so i can listen to that au

In the post you said that you got a ton of headcanons for that AU? I'd love to hear some if you want to share ^^

Ohmygosh what a compliment! Thank you so much! I hope you're enjoying listening to the AU!

And luckily for you, I mashed up a bunch of my headcanons into a story called "Ashes of Ambrosia"! It's a mystery romance story following the events of "A Study in Ichor".

You can read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3163977

(But I will warn you that there are major spoilers for "A Study in Ichor" in it. So don't read Ambrosia until you've finished listening to Ichor!)

And if you want to see any of my art based around both stories, you can browse thru the "a study in ichor" tag on my profile. Here's some previews of the art thats in there ^^

Anyway I hope you'll enjoy all my ZR nerdiness! XD