#and then also being thirty and just being a trainee

[vigilantejustice]

don’t know what part of my brain is missing that makes it a struggle to grasp anything that isn’t concrete or tangible or easily quantifiable but whenever i’m not like. fantasising about clawfoot tubbing myself i’m like “don’t think i’m depressed think this is just me having a normal one” and the normal one is me having this thought after having spent sixteen hours in bed mostly every day for like three years

[dvrk-moon]

ENHYPEN ; 엔하이픈

HAVING AN IDOL S/O

requested : yes!!!

genre : fluff, crack

pairing : enhypen ot7 x fem!reader

warnings : cursing, this is long asfk LOL

HEESEUNG ; 희승

so you two trained together

and you mutually liked each other while training but didn’t really talk much

you ended up leaving bighit in early 2018 and going to train at cube instead

so you lost contact

but you ended up debuting as the maknae of (g)i-dle

and since you debuted before enhypen, you were more well known than they were initially

you were one of the more famous members in the group in korea, so your face was pretty inescapable

so imagine heeseung’s reaction when he sees a birthday ad for you for the first time

mind literally blown

so he’s like looking you and your group up to see if it’s really you (it is)

and he’s like damn i gotta get in contact with her again

but he doesn’t have an opportunity because even from a friends standpoint, he didn’t really have time because he had to focus on training and eventually going through i-land

ok skip forward and he’s debuted yay!!!!!

so you had a promotion period that’d lined up around a year and a half later where you made a duo debut with your member shuhua while enha was promoting manifesto

and heeseung saw you backstage once

between him seeing you for the first time up until that point he’d literally been trying to find out how to talk to you again

and this was his opportunity!

so before you went to perform heeseung approached you randomly

and lowkey you’d forgotten about heeseung until you saw him again lol

and you’re like oh hey… so awkward because what do you genuinely say to someone you haven’t talked to in like four years

but when you remember that he’s the heeseung that you talked to during your trainee days (the same heeseung you had a thing for) you are more willing to talk to him

but then your conversation is cut short because you have to go perform your song

when you come back, he’s still waiting for you :((((

like that man is COMMITTED to getting to talk to you again

so then after like thirty minutes of talking (right before he has to go promote his song) he finally gets the courage to ask for your number

and you’re like shit yeah

so he texts you like every day

and during your overlapping promotions, he tries to meet up with you backstage as frequently as possible

so eventually you gain feelings for him again (and he obviously does for you) and you start hanging out

but then he goes on tour for a while

you miss him a lot

and he misses you a lot

so when he comes back, he impulsively like picked you up while hugging and you’re like um okay MARRY ME

one hangout he finally asks you out (as more than friends) and you’re so excited

so you quickly begin dating :)

dating him is definitely like dating your number one supporter

like he makes it a point to meet you backstage (even if you don’t have an overlapping promotion) and he makes you teach him your choreography

and you’re like “heeseung i can teach you this at your or my dorm” and he’s like “nope i need everyone here to know that you only teach me your dances”

you’re like “???” but don’t question it bc he’s just odd

he prefers you to go over to his dorms because of his solo room but he’s not opposed to making friends with your members even though they’re all older than him

just know if you go over to enha’s dorms though they will 100% try to be around you all the time

and don’t get heeseung wrong, he obviously wanted the members to like you, but he also wasn’t anticipating his own girlfriend being stolen from him

you almost get caught by dispatch a couple times

but dispatch fr fr catches him at MAMA

like this man was so protective of his idol image for so long and the he watched your performance and dispatch was like “WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAT DOWN”

does not gaf if you’re exposed tho bc he’s like “yup that’s my girlfriend suck it she’s MINE”

JAY ; 제이

so you debuted before him

by like a year and a half, so like january 2019

you were one of the members of itzy, which was the talk of the town for quite some time

and jay was actually a huge fan of your group since he was a trainee

your group had a few hit songs in korea but jay made it seem like every song of yours (yes this includes b sides)

you’d been his bias since your teaser dropped ofc

and he made it everyone’s problem to listen to your music during practice

even during i-land there were clips of him doing the shoulder move from ‘wannabe’

but i digress

so once his debut place is secured as of i-land episode 12 he was so excited that he might have the opportunity of meeting you

but like. he had to be normal about it

so he freaked out about you respectfully

but “respectfully” to him was mentioning you as his role model and ideal type

on like every variety program possible

like damn we get it!!!!

but your and his companies thought it would be just so silly and funny if they brought you out to meet him the next time he mentioned you

and so they did exactly that!!!

he was on weekly idol and all of a sudden you came out from where the staff were filming

he actually almost fainted on the spot

and you thought it was sooo cute that he was that flattered over meeting you

so you approached him and asked him for his number

cue him almost passing out pt 2

but you end up talking quite a bit

like u come visit him quite often and he comes to visit you

and he like is literally like the perfect talking stage

so it takes like zero time for you guys to actually start dating

but when he can’t visit you he’s texting you all the time

“your stage was so good how are you real”

always buying albums for each other for support

and he’s like $$ so he buys a ton of yours (and of his if you want some)

he gets so excited when he pulls your photocard and is so happy when you pull his because he thinks it’s fate

but the one time he caught riki’s photocard in the back of your phone he swapped it out for his almost immediately

he always jokes about his bias being yuna, and so you’ve started to make a point of saying your bias is jungwon and sunghoon

and because you did that you took a picture of you and jungwon once to send to him like “proof that my bias is jungwon”

that pic became his lock screen btw

you one time said that you were an enhypen fan and midzy and engene were freaking out

they were like “just date already smh”

little did they know that you already were!

JAKE ; 제이크

you were a year and a half their junior

and you debuted in kep1er

so the time that they were promoting blessed cursed you were promoting wa da da

and like you’d just debuted too

so you had just done a stage and were on your way to your groups van to go back to the dorms

and you go to enter the first black van you see with an open door

and instead of your members you’re met with jake sunghoon sunoo!

you turned red immediately and ran in the other direction to actually find your van where yujin, yeseo, chaehyun, and hiyyih were waiting for you

you told your members and they thought it was so funny

but jokes on them

because the very next week, jake had accidentally walked into your waiting room at mcountdown

who’s laughing now!!! (you are)

after the incident, he found you and came to apologize for walking in

and you were like “ohhh that’s so funny because i actually was the one who came into your van last week!”

but after the apologies were exchanged, you two ended up walking around backstage anyways and just talking about anything and everything

after you and your members had to go perform, jake just waited for you backstage

and once you were done performing you came back and talked to him more ! yay !

but then soon enha had to go on to perform b-c and by the time he came back, your group had already left :’(

it’s okay though because you left your phone number on a post-it that said “FOR JAKE” in their waiting room

enhypen teased him so hard but he was like whatever at least i got her number

so he texted you like almost immediately

soon after, you two texted like all the time and started meeting backstage whenever it was possible

jake asked you out for the first time right before you went on stage to perform and obviously you said yes

but when you went to perform, your voice was such a bright red color that it went viral amongst kep1ians (and later other fandoms)

after that stage, jake and you just sat and talked in the kep1er waiting room for sooooo long

he’s literally the biggest fan of your group

like he’s so open and genuine about how much he likes your group, and he always somehow has one of your songs on his recommendation playlists

and those songs will somehow always be sandwiched between the most beautiful love songs ever and it makes engenes go 🤨🤨

you also are open about being a fan of them

so basically your fans and his have already put two and two together very quickly

but the suspicions were confirmed when he posted a late-night river view picture on weverse and then you posted something extremely similar a couple days later

winning the idgaf war about people finding out though

like he’s like DONTTTT CAREEEEE <3 MY GF

he actually thinks it’d be better if people knew so that no one would try anything on you because you’re taken

SUNGHOON ; 성훈

you were the seventh member of ive, also known as wonyoung’s group

and like wonyoung is your bff

she knew you found sunghoon cute from all the times you’d asked her if you could come visit her on music bank days

so she wanted to play matchmaker!

(love me not reference?!?!)

anyways

she gets “sick” once and is like “hey y/n why don’t you stand in for me?”

and you’re like “yeah sure whatever idc it’s chill”

it’s not chill

for reference, sunghoon also thought it was going to be chill, because he had no idea that you were standing in for wonyoung

little did wonyoung know, sunghoon also found you very attractive

ofc he would’ve tried to get your number through wonyoung, but he was too introverted to even think about it

so when you get there, both of your faces are pretty red, but your cheeks at least cool down by the time you’re recording

his do not 😭

he’s like sneaking looks at you and shit

he thought he was being so subtle too about it like bye 😭😭

but fans love the interactions!!!!

and they’re sooooo stoked to have jungwon sunoo and sunghoon on the radio that you host after the fact

sunghoon fucking DRESSES for the occasion too like damn

and like you made a point to be like “nice outfit”

on the outside he was like “yeah it’s whatever” but on the inside he was shitting his pants

anyways

and so you asked him for his number because you wanted “fashion tips” (you’re a liar)

so the first time he asks you out he’s like “let me style u an outfit”

and then while doing that he’s like “let’s date!”

and you’re like “well alright”

(jk u were just as stoked)

and dating him is so relieving

because you don’t have to keep the relationship (at least beyond friends) a secret

fans love the interactions

and so when you guys actually announce the relationship everyone is so hyped

like they already expected it

but still

he never misses an opportunity to talk about you on live or on a variety show

the interviewer is like “so, sunghoon, what was your favorite part of this comeback?”

he thinks for a second. then all of a sudden, “well y/n-”

like bro we get it

he just does not even care tho bc he’s so down bad

SUNOO ; 선우

okay now so remember when sunoo was a radio dj?

yeah

so you debuted in billlie, and your song, gingamingayo had just been released

and sunoo had heard it quite a few times already on his dj show

and he’s like “ok damn i get it let me look up the song”

he became a fan so quickly

like learned the choreo and everything

so the following week on the radio show he’s like “oh have you guys heard this song it’s so good actually i’m a fan of this group”

and then BOOM next week you’re on the show he radio djs for

chemistry between u guys went CRAZY

and then you filmed a tiktok together

and posted it like a week after the radio episode had gone viral

engenes and belllie’ves went crazy

you guys had already exchanged numbers at that point too

so getting to laugh about your fans freaking out was super fun to you two

you started visiting him at radio show schedules in secret after the fact

so he ends up asking you out about a month later

and ofc you say yes

so once you started dating, he would visit you at your schedules a lot

you would often pretend to be a staff member at the radio show so you could be there without raising much question

but then one time you were a “special guest” on the radio show again, and you filmed another tiktok, but this time it wasn’t like one of your group’s dance challenges

it was like a cute trend

so once you got the okay to post it, you did

this confirmed to engenes and belllie’ves that you were friends at the very least

he always finds a way to sing your songs on live

doesn’t ever sing when it’s your part though 🤨🤨🤨 it’s almost like he wants to hear your voice

one time he came to one of your fansigns “anonymously”

people found out it was him so quickly 😭

he’s so shameless about people knowing though

after that, fans basically already know you’re dating even if you don’t outright say anything

nobody actually cares though

they’re just waiting for that third y/noo tiktok 🙏

JUNGWON ; 정원

you debuted in illit, as a result of the belift survival show “r u next?”

you came in first place, just like jungwon did on i-land

so naturally, under the same sublabel, illit and enhypen passed each other quite frequently

you’ve actually interacted quite a bit with the other members

but for some reason, their leader was a bit standoffish to you

and you had absolutely no idea why he would be

you thought that maybe it was because you’d also come in first place on your respective survival show, so maybe he had one sided beef with you?

it didn’t make sense but that’s just what you assumed

actually ☝️🤓 jungwon had a big fat crush on you

and had no idea what to do about it

like he secretly supported you on r u next? and everything

so eventually, belift decides to make a variety show for illit and enha

as the first place winners, you two are paired together, along with your japanese maknaes, ni-ki and iroha

iroha and ni-ki were already acquainted, so iroha told ni-ki about how funny it was that you and jungwon were in the same group, given that jungwon hated you

and ni-ki’s like ?!

so he like goes up to jungwon and is like “she thinks you hate her bro”

he’s so embarrassed to find out that you thought he hated you

ni-ki teases him so hard about it

so eventually jungwon admits to you (off-camera) that he doesn’t hate you, and in fact he’s quite fond of you

it lifts the biggest weight off his chest when you also admit that you’re fond of him, and that he was your role model ever since you’d joined r u next?

after filming, you two exchange numbers

he’s such a baby like seriously how could you think he hated you

it doesn’t take long AT ALL for you to start dating

in fact hybe/belift encourages it because they think it’ll be good exposure for both groups

and it highkey is

in korea, you guys gain the title of “first place couple” and omgggg knetz eat that up

you’re invited on a ton of variety shows together

jungwon is sooooo so supportive and is lowkey a stan of your group

he like sends you your fancams and is like “teach me this dance pls”

when your two groups pass each other in the hallways, enha and illit always make it a point to tease you two

you guys don’t mind though because at least you have each other ☝️☝️

RIKI ; 니키

you debuted as the maknae of loona

so you’d been in the industry a few years longer than enhypen had

so riki knew of you, but you weren’t super familiar with them

but the both of you were invited onto a variety program for foreign idols

you ended up becoming more familiar with them after being paired together with riki for a couple challenges

one interaction you had made you two go completely viral after executing a twice choreography together extremely well

both bbc and belift saw this as an opportunity to make some money, so they kinda forced you and riki to get close

little did they know that’s what you both wanted anyways lol

so like you’ll have a live with him

or you’ll film a tiktok together

or you’ll post something together

etc

somewhere along the lines you two start dating in secret

namely after you two filmed a live together

and he saw one of the comments that said “y/n please do perfect idol challenge” and you started doing the perfect idol dance on live

you started giggling because you started to forget the dance because you were embarrassed and he was smiling like a fucking maniac and then he realized he really really liked you more than a friend

and so soon after he didn’t wanna waste any more time and he just confessed that he liked you

and you were like “no way me too!!!!”

(everyone could tell)

it wasn’t super in secret though

because belift/bbc had that “bffs for life” image for you two

so you could interact freely

it just took every bone in riki’s body to not grab your hand and pull you into his arms during a dance live

but then womp womp

dispatch exposes you guys like four months into the relationship

no one cares though (except delulu fans)

so when you terminate your contract with bbc for the mistreatment, engenes beg you to audition for hybe/belift because they’re afraid if you go somewhere else you won’t be able to interact freely with him anymore and they love your interactions

you end up joining ctd, which is the company of one of the post-loona acts, along with five of your ex-members

luckily ctd is a good company so they let you and riki still stay together and still have your lives

one time riki was doing a weverse live and you showed up

and fans absolutely LOVED it

ctd is an unknown company so they unexpectedly got a lot more sales with this relationship

they were like DAMN OK

anyways

you guys teach each other your choreos A LOT

like a lot

riki eats them up so bad like fans start saying he’s the seventh member of your group 😭

a/n : had to include illit in this somehow i love them they’re so cute. sorry for the lack of posts i am sooooooo fucking busy and this was in the drafts for forever

[colourstreakgryffin]

Deadpool × Gojo Satoru

I assume you mean Deadpool reader/us. Tbh, I love Deadpool so why not. I think we all love Deadpool and he’d mix very well with Satoru persoanlity-wise! Anyhow, let’s get to work, shall we?

Gojo Satoru- Ketchup & Mayonnaise

So. After his favourite Golden Trio had graduated from the high school overall, and Satoru couldn’t teach them anymore. He was hoping the next set of trainees will be as entertaining and he was pleased with the results. Being you, his new favourite

You’re a witty immature highly sarcastic good humoured dumbass-badass. You’re just like Satoru and he appreciates that heavily so the moment you crack a snarky one liner at his blindfold, he’s already taking up like thirty minutes of class trying to out joke you

Satoru really relates to you, personality-wise, since he can just see himself through you and your behaviours with everybody. Neve taking anything seriously, belittling opponents, making jokes out of everything. Goddamn, he already loves you

Satoru regularly picks you to join him on his missions, solely so you two can goof around before, inbetween and after the target is defeated since he revels in the fact somebody is like him and doesn’t view sorcerer work as serious as everybody else around him does

Satoru finds your cursed technique and cursed energy impressive, it’s practically a technique that grants you immortality and your cursed energy can be used as a continuous regenerative factor to the point you can gain back limbs, come back to life when seemingly killed and seem to either not age or at all or age unbelievably slow

Satoru likes to blow your limbs off with Red or Blue as a ‘punishment’ when you disobey his orders(as you don’t follow authority, even his) since he knows you’ll be completely fine with your incredible control of your technique and cursed energy percentage. He hurts you because he adores you

Satoru is the world’s worst dad figure but he truly does care about you, he’ll be there for you. He does act his… uh, his own way but he cares, he’ll support you, he’ll teach you… his own way. He shows his like for you in the way only Satoru Gojo can

Satoru shouldn’t let you handle katanas but he does anyway since he knows you’re talented and he isn’t a dumbass enough to ignore such talent. Infact, he wants you to harness your talent and expand it, watching with a obvious smirk and hidden pride, behind his bandana, in his mesmerising blue eyes

Satoru often takes you out to lunches on Tokyo so you two can hang out. You’re not just his student, y’all his buddy and one time, you two found a odd modified bike then repaired it and filled it with banana peels and alcohol so it’ll end with you two speed-flying across the nigh sky and breaking into Jujutsu High from the roof

Satoru also should be worried how murderous and deranged you are since you regularly maim and tear apart Cursed Spirit enemies with your weaponry of choice but eh… he does the same thing with Red/Blue/Purple/Infinity so he’d be a hypocrite. Once again, he lets it slide since he likes you a lot

Satoru appreciates that you’re a truly good person in the inside, despite how crude you are and how bad at reading the room you are. Many consider you just a asshole… like him, but you work with him to actively help people so to Satoru, you’re just a silly kooky little anti-hero

Satoru may or may not write stupid comments or jokes on your paperwork/assignments and wait for your response as you two just end chatting about it for ages during lunch or after school since you two are that close. Basically friends, despite being teacher and student

Suspect Satoru to brag about you. You’re his best student… behind only the Golden Trio. You’re his favourite and he’ll always have your back, even after you graduate but for now, he’ll keep you liking him the most since he understands you the most

And you understand him the most… your attitude and the way you act in general almost reminds him of what Geto use to be

“Yo! Yo! Myoji, we’re having a school baseball game. You joining? Of course bring the grenades, we’re gonna prank that old man and make him regret thinking we suck! Yeah, also Utahime. I got ya back!”

[jmdbjk]

Hello 2024

I did a thing:

We know there will be lots to look forward to but if you find yourself with some time, please read the book, Beyond the Story.

A lot of things that are confusing, especially to those who weren't around since 2013, can be understood more clearly through the words of the members in the book.

If you can, watch the docuseries Beyond the Star. So much information from them, in their own words, their tone of voice, and in context with what they are trying to communicate, adds another layer of context.

And watch the recent HYBE Labels series that explains what T&D is... their staff become emotionally attached to their trainees too. To see them bloom into fully rounded artists that take off on their own journeys must be an amazing experience. It helps to have real human faces to associate with "the company."

The series should be eye-opening for some. I hope it is. Hearing that Namjoon and BTS formed the foundation for how they develop trainees... imagine that... huh...

You will learn so much about them and how they got to this point.

That's not to say that they didn't work hard, that they weren't pushed, that they didn't question themselves, but the big picture is that they were young, making it up as they went, both the members as individuals and the company itself. Bang PD had the experience but he also had other ideas that broke away from the normal.

Not to mention the enormous pushback, bullying, downright hate, they received all through it. I don't know how they kept going.

It took years for them to be able to stop, take stock in what they'd accomplished and how they got there and then decide what they wanted to do from then on. And then they did it again this past year, choosing to forge ahead as a group with their company.

I believe they indeed talked about ten, twenty, even thirty years and have tentatively outlined what they want to accomplish. I think they are working their way toward whatever it is they envisioned.

Nothing is a coincidence but I bet a LOT is serendipity.

On another note, my two that I pay closest attention to...

Jungkook tried all year to tell us they were a pair. And Jimin... bless his heart. What a handful he has, right? Maybe they are both a handful for each other and that's why they are together right this minute.

Jimin sort of intimated in his last live that after MS he can do whatever he wants without hindrance, whether he means pushing the envelope with his creativity or just being able to work without anything hanging over him...

And Jungkook is apparently building a wonderful and securely-walled place to live that will be ready for when they're discharged. Very large for one person and a dog...yeah, it's huge.

Just my own thoughts here: at this point, with everything we know, the possibility could be that Jimin and Jungkook may live together following MS. There will be enough room in that place for sure, 5 levels? 12,000 square feet? It's huge. Why wouldn't they? That's just my own thought.

[tadalyme]

whumptober, day 2

There are many things Finnick Odair is good at. He's good at swimming, good at fighting, good at making knots. Good at baking decently tasty bread. He's also very good at pretending.

It's a skill he's honed throughout his whole life, ever since he was a little child. Pretending that he likes his mother's vegetable casserole. Pretending that he's completely fine when his father leads him to Mags’s house, his hand held in a forceful, painful grip, and proclaims in his booming voice that it would be the greatest honour for his son to train for the Games, right, boy? Pretending that he isn't scared to die and to kill.

Pretending that all the things that are done to his body on a regular basis aren't happening to him.

It’s somewhere past three at night and Finnick is sore and extremely dizzy and in the backseat of a car, coming back from his client. He’s in a car, because despite being just a District whore, he's an expensive one. President Snow doesn’t want anyone else to harm his investments. At least, not anyone not paying.

He’s just glad that it was the only appointment for today, because the guy, a flamboyant man in his thirties, a grandson or a nephew or a step-son of one of the influential Gamemakers, wanted to spice things up a bit in his sex life and made him swallow some colourful tablets before the act itself.

Well, it certainly spiced things up for Finnick, though probably not in a way the man intended to. He spent the whole time hearing the colours, and tasting the sounds, and seeing the images from his past and present all mixed up together.

The man was pounding into him and moaning and exclaiming something animated and probably over-the-top sexual in his shrill voice, but all Finnick could think about were the glistening in the sun tridents and spears and knives, and faces of the dead children, and his late father and ill mother and disappointed sister, and, for some reason, the Capitol's latest obnoxious vogue of inserting precious gemstones into their skin.

He desperately wanted to cry, so he laughed frantically, and he wanted to push the man away from him, too overstimulated, so he willed his muscles to relax.

The lights of the never-sleeping party area of Capitol fly by dizzyingly behind the window and Finnick has to lean onto it in an attempt not to puke. It's got a bit better in the past half hour, but the thoughts are still floating around his brain like dozens of little brightly-coloured butterflies. It’s hard to properly grasp any of them in a sticky daze of disorientation, though.

The car stops near the entrance to the Tribute Centre and he staggers out, swaying on his feet and almost ending up on the pavement. His limbs finally rearrange themselves in the correct order after a few moments and he musters a lazy salute with only some of his usual flourish to the back of the driving away car.

Still performing, even now. Gods, what a mess.

He doesn't know how exactly he reaches the elevator, but he does and the numbers swirl a bit in his eyes before settling down properly on the buttons.

He remembers well the first time he was here.

The thing is, he wasn’t even supposed to participate in the Hunger Games that year. That questionable honour was supposed to go to Jacob Maren, not yet eighteen, but the oldest among the trainees.

Instead, Dorothea, their escort, gracefully put her powdered hand with baby-blue nails, that matched her enormous wig, and pulled out his, Finnick's, name. There was a bit of a standstill after that - Jacob locking eyes with him across their separate pens. Should he volunteer, should he not. Finnick was too young yet but still a Career. In the end, Jacob stayed silent.

Just as well, thought Finnick, pushing through the crowds to the stage and already putting on a brilliant wide smile, I've trained for this, I can win, it'll be easy.

He knows now what his dumb, arrogant younger self didn’t understand back then - that even if you manage to become a victor, the only one who ever wins the Games is the Capitol.

Jacob did go the following year and died to a back-stabbing One girl. And Finnick has spent three years cursing that day and all that led to it.

Gods above, it has only been three years, hasn’t it? It feels much longer than that, so far away, so long ago. Almost like ancient history.

He did kind of make history with that one, didn’t he? The youngest Victor ever. A fat lot of good that did for him.

Fourth floor. He practically falls out of the elevator, only managing to catch onto the wall at the last moment.

Mags, curled up on the couch, perks up at the sound of sliding doors. In the dim lighting of the lounge her silver hair looks like a halo above her head. Ironic.

It makes him burst out in a fit of hysterical high-pitched laughter. One would have to completely lose their marbles to call the woman an angel. An angel of death, at best. Some forget it, but she also killed in her Games, the same as all of them. And she's led enough kids to their deaths in the following years. He loves Mags with his whole heart, but she's no saint.

Mags always waits for him on appointment nights. He wishes she didn't see him like this, wishes no-one saw him like this and often snaps at her, but she only tuts in disapproval and keeps doing it. Despite his temper tantrums, he's glad she does.

Mags looks him over and frowns and he's sent down the rabbit hole of memories again.

They approach him the next day after he turns sixteen. The two of them look grim and apologetic and he doesn't know what to make of it.

‘I’m sorry, Finnick, I’m so sorry about what's probably going to happen,’ Mags says and lets out a sigh, sorrowful and tired and world-weary, and he, in a rare moment, is reminded of how old Mags really is, ‘Just… Remember that you can always talk to me, no matter what.' She inclines her head a bit, gesturing at her companion, ‘Or to Delia, if you need someone who truly gets it.'

Delia, who is wringing her hands half a step behind Mags, and looks like she’d rather be anywhere else, glances at him and gives him a bleak, perfunctory nod. He doesn’t know why he would need to or want to talk to her, but anyway it’s quite unlikely that he will take her up on this offer.

Finnick knows Delia, of course he does. Delia, a constantly nervous, twitchy Victor in her forties, teaches knife-throwing, and knife-stabbing, and other knife-related skills to the trainees and has never seemed to be a particular fan of long conversations. She's communicated with them mostly with sharp nods and half-aborted, jittery gestures, always looking on edge and shaky.

Her hands have never ever shaken with a blade in them, though.

Then, he gets the summons to the annual post-Victory tour party and President Snow asks to speak with him in his office after. He's told in detail what he's expected to do, now that he's finally sixteen, and what will happen if he doesn't.

Oh.

Oh.

That's what that meant.

His first appointment with a client is the next day and it's the beginning of the end.

His sister screams at him a few months later, when he returns from one of his trips to the Capitol, ‘They don’t care about you, you stupid boy! Why won’t you understand that! Why the Hell do you keep going there?’

But it’s her who doesn’t understand, who could never understand. He can’t tell Carolyn, he can’t, not just because he doesn’t want her to know what he does, but because he’s not allowed to.

President Snow was quite straightforward about what would happen to his ill mother and his sister with her husband and their baby twins, if he were to tell anyone, even them, anything. So he keeps quiet and let them think the worst of him. The same thing that everyone else does.

(Other than his fellow victors, who are all aware of the work he and the ones like him are made to do, the only person who doesn’t look at him with badly concealed disgust, or jealousy, or fake friendliness, or lust in Four is Annie Cresta. Her eyes (also sea-green, though a few tones lighter than his own) only ever look at him with sympathy and pity these days. He would have absolutely hated being looked at like that not long ago, but now it’s just so goddamn refreshing. He used to find her annoying with her righteousness and softness when they trained to be careers together, thought her weak and kind of cowardly, but maybe there is actually nothing wrong with gentleness and timidity, he ponders.

Of course, it’s hopeless, getting used to even such a small thing. Annie Cresta is a Career. She will go into the Games soon. In a couple of years she will likely be dead.)

Mags approaches him slowly, telegraphing all her movements clearly, trying not to spook him. He must look bad, because she checks his temperature with a hand on his forehead. From her pursed lips and scrunched eyebrows he gathers that it’s not very good.

'What, doctor, am i dying yet?' he ironizes.

'Well, you certainly don't look too lively, boy,' she snaps back,'Sit down, I'll be right back.'

She lets him settle on the couch and leaves to fetch her first-aid kit. They’re not allowed to bring any pills to the Tribute centre, so as to not let tributes get anywhere near them, but she has some other basic supplies. Luckily, today they are no flesh wounds to patch up.

She comes back with a thermometer in her hand. And that’s what sends him over the edge and into hysterical tears, the goddamn thermometer. It’s an old-fashioned but trusty mercury thermometer, very common back in Four, but considered obsolete by Capitol standards.

Finnick, having been many times in the local medical over the past year and a half to get patched up after rough encounters with clients, is intimately familiar by now with Capitol’s high-tech, reliably produced in Three.

She waits a bit before his sobs and shaking subside, finally takes his temperature and asks,'You're burning up. What on earth happened to you?'

'He gave me something, I don't know what,' Finnick replies reluctantly and watches her face twist and her arms cross on her chest. She's staring at him pointedly.

'Do we really have to?' he groans,'I'm almost fine by now. You're only wobbling a bit in my eyes.'

'Come on, up you go,' she pulls him up, surprisingly strong for a seventy-year-old, and leads him to his room, to the bathroom. She walks out again and returns with a glass and a closed water bottle.

She fills the glass with tap water and makes him drink it again and again and then throw up, repeating and repeating it until there's nothing left in his stomach at all.

Then she hands him the water bottle, lightly shoves him in the direction of the needlessly overcomplicated shower and exits.

When he finally emerges into his room he's almost feeling like himself again. Mags is still there, leaning on the frame of his bed. He finds some clothes to sleep in and drops next to her. She hums softly and smooths his hair out, running her fingers through his wet curly locks.

She's been much gentler with him since his Games, but she's taken a fancy to him a long time ago.

He was a bit of a troublemaker as a child, like little boys so often are, always sneaking away to the creek to play on the wet rocky shores, or trying to catch fry with his bare hands, or diving from the pier to see how long he could hold his breath, generally making his mother exasperated. He showed up at home in the late afternoon tired but joyful after a day of exploring with a wide toothless grin, seaweed in his hair and damp dirty patches on his knees.

His father didn’t like that much. So at a ripe old age of seven he’s dumped on Mags’s doorstep, who looks at his father weirdly over Finnick’s head and then takes a look at him, slowly lowers down to his eye-level and grasps his tiny hand with her veiny, old-woman one.

‘Well, well, well, what are we going to do with you, little one?’

She's never been cruel to any of the trainees, definitely not, but she wasn't particularly warm-hearted either. She was kind, but also stern and strict, like a proper trainer. He knows that it's because, despite all the preparations, most of them would die in their Games. She didn't really believe that he would win his Games either.

But he survived and she became more willing to show her affection for him after that. And to him, she, the person who practically raised him, instead of his distant mother and constantly angry father, has always felt the most like a real family, even when she acted all grumpy.

He drifts to sleep, relaxing under the silent watch of the only person in the world he fully trusts.

[leeknowsintrusivethots]

Marked By Him

| Part 1 | Part 2 |

Pairings: Vampire!Lee Know/OC

Summary: Vampyres dominate the entertainment world with their otherworldly beauty and talent. It's a world you must be born into, but a few lucky ones are Marked. Stripped from her home and everything she knows, Minji's Marking means that she has to rely on the Devil himself, Lee Minho, to be her mentor. He's cute and sweet to the public, but behind closed doors the monster comes out to play.

Content: Angst, Slow burn, lotsa plot, eventual smut, vampires, dark themes, original characters, first person perspective, general 18+ content, alternate idol universe, asshole Lee Know, surprise love triangle, discussion of blood, discussions of death, discussion of illness

WC: 3218

Minors do not interact. Do not repost my content to other websites, this includes translations.

Notes: Vampire Lee Know is wrecking my ovaries and we ain't even started yet. It just suits him, ya know? Probably Hyunjin too but I might cease breathing.

Sweat trickled from my hairline and had loose hairs sticking to my forehead. I used the bottom of my shirt to dab at it in annoyance as the song that was booming through the speakers came to an end. It was no use. I was drenched and in actual pain. Two hours straight of dancing apparently will do that to you.

"Good job, Ladies! Refreshments are available in the back. Feel free to grab some before you head out and I will see all of you for our next session on Friday night," the dance trainer, a young looking Vampyre woman, called from the front of the room in dismissal. At her words, I relaxed my posture and my muscles groaned in relief. It was only the first dance practice, and it was grueling. I didn't even want to think about how much worse future ones would be.

"You did good, kid," Maeri quipped as she skipped up to me. She had a sheen of sweat on her, but still seemed to be in good spirits. I wasn't surprised. She was an eighteen year old human trainee that had been with JYP since she was fifteen. She was likely well accustomed to the practices, and she was also a dancing talent.

"She's a year older than you, Maeri. Don't forget your manners," Yoojin scolded as she approached to stand with us. Maeri stuck her tongue out childishly at Yoojin who simply gave her a playful glare in response.

"Here. From what I understand, humans need water," Yoojin said, turning her attention back to me. She handed me a bottle of water that I took gleefully.

"Thank you!" I immediately took a large refreshing drink from the chilled beverage as I looked over my current companions and roommates.

Maeri was easy enough to understand. She was one of the human trainees at JYP, and she radiated a youthful energy filled with sunshine and childishness. Her hair was cropped short in a tomboy fashion but she was naturally cute without trying. At our first meeting two days ago, she immediately began treating me like we had been friends for years.

Yoojin was cooler, but still incredibly nice. She was a Vampyre by heritage, her forehead lacking the telltale giveaway of a Mark, and had joined JYP at seventeen. She was now twenty two and gave off cool older sister vibes that immediately made me comfortable around her. Her hair was kept long and she was always dressed in sleek fashion styles even around the dorm and at practice. Just like most Vampyres, she was drop dead beautiful in a way that made me feel almost inferior.

They had both already become a bit of a safe haven for me and I would forever be eternally grateful to them for making me feel more welcomed than my actual mentor did.

Speaking of the Devil…

"Minji!" My name was being huffed loud enough that I could hear it from across the room. Lee Minho marched through the throng of fangirling trainees with a deadly stare leveled in my direction. Gooseflesh covered me at his look - at his mere presence.

"Minho… I-"

"Eleven thirty," he said simply in a gruff voice when he was towering right in front of me. I fought the urge to cower under his irritation. If he was to be my mentor, I had to learn how to control myself better even when he was in a mood.

"I-"

"I don't have time to wait around for you when we agreed to a set time," he interrupted. His frustration was evident, but not nearly as intense as he had been at our first and last meeting. I got the feeling he was tempering himself with the audience in the room.

"I am sorry, Lee Minho. Practice ran a little late and I distracted her from her duties. It's all my fault," Yoojin spoke up suddenly in a sweetly polite voice. I glanced at her in confusion, but she simply shot me a reassuring smile in return.

"Park Yoojin," he mused in a much softer tone. He seemed to contemplate something with one final look in my direction before focusing fully on my roommate. "I might have to ask you to ensure that Minji is more timely in the future."

"Oh, of course. I am sorry to have burdened you," Yoojin smiled gracefully and gave a soft and small bow of respect. "It won't happen again."

Minho contemplated her for another small moment before the irritation melted from his features like ice on a hot summer day. He smiled a small and reserved smile and my breath left me. It wasn't big enough to reach his eyes, but it softened his features and made him look younger - boyishly handsome. He was suddenly the man I had spent countless hours watching variety content for and not the scary Vampyre who was my reluctant mentor.

"Wow," Maeri breathed in a whisper from my side. She had been mysteriously quiet during the exchange, but seemingly couldn't help herself at his shift in demeanor. He barely even spared her a glance.

"Thank you," Minho directed politely, if not coolly at Yoojin before turning his focus back to me. His annoyance had been abated by her charm, but just one look at me and his features were twisting again. "Let's go, Minji."

He turned on his heel and headed for the door of the practice room without waiting for a response. He seemed to be under the impression I would simply fall into line and listen. I wanted to stand there and glare at his back like he was as inconsequential as he treated me, but I didn't. I smiled sheepishly at my new friends in apology while grabbing my duffle bag from the benches and trailing after him with the eyes of an entire room drilling holes into my back.

I had to step quickly in order to catch up with his purposeful stride. He wasn't the tallest man, but he was taller than me and he was walking like he wanted to lose me. Out of a small act of rebellion, I wouldn't let him. When I finally caught up to reach his side, we were in one of the office hallways. He stopped abruptly and punched the button for an elevator without sparing me a glance or a single word. Even on the elevator up, he stayed that way. I didn't exist. I wasn't real: I was the ghost at his side.

His silence was far more comfortable than when he spoke, but his presence still had prickles of awareness and adrenaline shooting across my skin. The danger he possessed would not be ignored even if I could be. As a man, he could overpower me easily: as a mature Vampyre, he could snap my neck with all the effort of pressing an elevator button. I hoped he would never feel inclined to. He was Lee Know, after all. He was weird but cute and caring to his members. He was a nation's idol. He was not a murderer, at least I hoped he wasn't.

When we made it to conference room zero, I didn't even wait for instructions. I sat in the same seat I had two nights ago and pulled out my copy of Marked from my bag along with a spiral notebook I had prepared for notes. I hadn't really needed to notate anything in the introduction chapter, but I was prepared in case Minho had any more insight. I had always been that kid who liked learning and school, but now it was even more personal and vital.

Minho lazily took his chair across the table from me. He didn't have any supplies. All he had was himself and the level look of disinterest he shot at me from across the table.

"I finished the chapter," I started before he could make some mocking or demeaning comment. I was attempting to control a situation that I knew could not be controlled - a man that could not be contained.

"So you can follow instructions," he mused in his bored tone. "Did you have any questions?"

"No. It was all stuff that was in the pamphlets and an overview of future chapters," I answered quickly. I had hoped that our meeting would be quick - that I could escape unscathed. Minho had encouraged as much at our last encounter.

"That's incorrect."

"What?" I asked in confusion.

"The Sickness and Bloodlust were not covered in the pamphlets. If they were, we'd have scared relatives banging down our doors," he explained calmly.

"Well, yes," I admitted after a moment of thought. Both of those topics were the scarier of the things the introduction chapter had touched on, and neither had been covered in the pamphlets that were given to me and my parents when the tracker found me. They were certainly not unknowns however, and I voiced that opinion despite my better judgment. "The Association may not advertise either of them, but it doesn't mean that no one is aware of them."

"And how aware are you?" He asked with amusement. I felt my back stiffen in my seat. Bored Minho seemed tolerable, but amused Minho and I had not had good experiences together.

"Bloodlust happens as a point of maturity for both Marks and born Vampyres - it's public knowledge. The textbook mentioned that it can be harder and stronger for Marks, what with former human sentimentality and all, and usually happens towards the end of the Change," I explained in as clinical a way as I could. Just because I knew, didn't mean it made it less uncomfortable to talk about. In a matter of time, I would leave the luxury of cheesecake behind for human blood or the many substitutes the Association funded. It was morbid and made bile rise in my throat to think about.

"It's hormonal," Minho started. His stare was still level, almost unbothered. "And it's not just blood."

I felt my body heat in discomfort and embarrassment. I knew what he was getting at and I didn't need him to explain further. Just like human teenagers going through puberty, Bloodlust in young Marks and Vampyres always came with a lust of a more human nature as well. The book had briefly mentioned as much along with it being covered more thoroughly in a later chapter. It wasn't something I would have to deal with anytime soon.

"Yes, well," I cleared my throat in nerves before shifting direction. "Everyone knows of the Sickness too. If a Mark is not around mature Vampyres for an extended period of time, they will get sick."

"You," Minho corrected sternly. "You will get sick, and you will die."

His deadpan tone had me shivering at the implications of his words. Humor was a coping mechanism for a lot of people in dark times or on dark subjects, but there was no humor in his statement. It was bland, and it was said with dry amusement. The concept of me ceasing to exist was not even worthy of any ounce of humanity from him.

"I'm here now, so all is good," I nodded sagely more to myself than him. If he would offer no comfort or affirmation, I would give it to myself in the best way I could.

He studied me for a moment, his eyes squinting slightly as if he were looking at a bug under a microscope. As usual, I couldn't help my reaction under his direct stare. My awareness of him shot into high gear, and so did my awareness of myself.

The sweat from dance practice had mostly cooled along with my body temperature, but I felt heat spreading through me again. I knew I looked embarrassing: frazzled hair held back from my bare and unremarkable face in a ponytail and baggy exercise clothes that were stained with sweat. I'm sure I probably smelled like I needed a shower. I knew Vampyres had keener senses than humans, and I suddenly worried I smelled like a men's locker room to Minho. Only a small voice of rational thought in my head cried out in question as to why I would care what he thought. It was quickly silenced by nerves - and admittedly hormones.

I had spent years being enamored with the idol across from me, and not even his attitude soured his levels of attractiveness. He was beautiful, and I couldn't deny it no matter how much the rational part of my brain screamed that beauty could be a facade. It could hide demons better than any mask could - it was the perfect disguise and the perfect get out jail free card.

He brought his arms up to the table and I watched in rapture as the muscles flexed and the veins became more pronounced as he moved. He propped his elbows on the table and rested his head in the palms of both his hands. It was a cute pose, a disarming pose, and when he smiled I felt my heart pound out a symphony of praise.

Lee Know was smiling at me - not Yoojin this time, but me - and I didn't know how to take it.

"Park Jinyoung wants me to make it abundantly clear: if you leave, you will die," he said with the smile still playing at the corners of his mouth. It only seemed to widen as he continued to speak words that didn't fit such a handsome face. "I want to make it abundantly clear: staying doesn't mean you won't die."

"Are you threatening me?" I managed to sputter in astonishment.

"It's not a threat - it's a good natured warning," he responded easily. The smile had faded and his neutral bored expression was back in place. He was messing with me, toying with me. I wanted to fight him, and I had never been inclined towards violence.

"Are you going to be the one who kills me if I stay?" I asked incredulously. It was meant to sound mocking, but I could hear the fear in my voice. If the way Minho's mouth lifted again with a little smirk was any indication, he could too.

"No," he answered cavalierly. "But…"

"Yes because when lives are in question, butts are always a part of the equation," I rambled as he trailed off. It was the adrenaline talking, mild panic setting in at the horror and absurdity of a Kpop idol threatening my life.

"You do know who you're talking to, right?" he asked. The insanity of it was compounded by the humor suddenly evident in his features and the genuine laugh he let out. It was infectious, contagious. It was the same laugh I had fallen head over heels for after watching so many hours of Stray Kids content where he was doing what he does best: being the honorable Butt Hunter Lee Know. That laugh ordinarily would have soothed the tension, made me relaxed and happy, but now it just put me more on edge. He was a psycho - an absolute mental case.

I started to tell him as much when the sound of a phone buzzing cut the tension in the room. It was a normal sound. It was a sound I heard so often before my life had changed completely. It was out of place in a situation that had to be a dream - a wacky nightmare.

"I have to go, but I have homework for you before I do. Think of it as a critical thinking problem." He reached into his pocket to silence his phone without taking his eyes from mine. "Marks are rare, right?"

He posed it as a question, and I immediately took more interest and sobered to the situation actually at hand. It wasn't a dream - it was real life - and I had to be conscious of whatever information I could get. I wanted to live. I wanted to thrive regardless of whatever fucked up biology was going on inside me and to do so required that I listen to the crazy man across from me. He was my mentor. I had to rely on him even if I didn't want to, even if I wasn't convinced he wasn't a murderer.

I nodded in answer to his question.

The Association touted being Marked as bearing an incredibly rare genetic mutation that initiated the Change. It was biology and their explanation of the event was backed by human scientists. Testing for the mutation was still an experimental science, one that most medical professionals had no interest in due to the high costs and minimal humans impacted. All of these factors compounded in Marks only being found at the onset of the Change, or early adulthood. The specific timing only made the mutation appear even more limited.

"Rare, but not that rare. Every year here in Korea alone, a handful are found and placed in the biggest Entertainment Companies as trainees," Minho explained. He seemed to be deep in thought as he did, mulling over his every word carefully even as he spoke. "Do you know of any active groups with a Mark as a member? Have you seen news of any Marks debuting? Switching companies? Getting kicked from their programs?"

His questions were rapid, fired off quickly but calmly. The more he asked, the more my brain went into overdrive. The answer to every single one was a resounding 'no.' It was strange, to say the least, but did it mean anything? Many human and Vampyre trainees came and went, not making any waves or gaining any fame. They simply went back to life as normal, and some stayed to work behind the scenes in production and management. A lack of media presence didn't automatically indicate death.

"So…?" I asked, but the door was already clicking behind him. He was gone and I was left to think on my own, which was not a good thing under normal circumstances and these were no ordinary circumstances. I sat in the conference room for longer than I had intended, thinking over his words and thinking of him. The information he gave me was confusing and he was confusing.

By the time I managed to pull myself up, I felt like an idiot. Lee Minho was fucking with me. He was playing some strange game, a prank even, and I had fallen for it. I had almost gone full conspiracy theory mode because of an asshole who apparently got off on the confusion and misery of others. Now that his presence wasn't around to confuse me, rationality was finally winning out.

I felt better as I made my way out of the office and down to the ground floor. Maeri and Yoojin had agreed to wait for me in the trainee break room in-between lessons. Maeri was going to order lunch and she had talked at length about a Chinese place she had delivered often. Chinese food was one of my great loves in life so my spirits lifted even as my stomach grumbled.

I tried not to, but even with thoughts of Rangoons on the brain, I couldn't help but notice: not a single person out of the many I passed on my way bore Markings.

[laneynoir]

In response to your request for writing ideas:

Anything featuring Boromir

Young Legolas sees Rivendell for the first time

Gelir hangs out with Radagast (yes, they were friends and I still need to write HCs about this)

Sam interacting with Boromir (I also sent this suggestion to Callon recently)

And a big hug because everything will be fine! ❤️🫂

I'm gonna write the rest of these in seperate posts and just tag but

Complete.

Boromir/reader Word count: 1001

Me on my way to drop this screw up: 🏃

Also this gets a little suggestive? I didn't mean to I swear.

Boromir just missed you.

The crack of wood breaking against wood echoes across the training grounds, multiple sparring matches stop and curious expressions are turned to the youngest who is similarly shocked, staring at the her opponent while holding a splintered training stave.

Breaths are quiet in the still morning, wisps of fog in the air more shallow than they've been since dawn. Suddenly the silence is shaken by a lifted chin as You speak, "Through that entrance ma'am, tell the man exactly what has happened and he will deal with you."

The short woman nods, only the faintest hint of a tremble wracking her body, it is quickly replaced by set shoulders and a steel exterior. When the door closes, You raise an eyebrow at the remaining students. "Standing still will not help you, back to the beginning, position one of Haradrin's style, now."

A flurry of movement answers your command, each studant eager to please, as well as desperate to not be sent off as well.

At the end of another hour, only one more trainee has broken his weapon, he looks near tears when he stiffly walks through the ornate door. Shortly after you announce the end of the session, and dismiss the tired looking youth.

With a sigh, you stretch your now sore arms, gather your gear, and head home. You too your head to the guards that you recognize in the halls, and grin when the two sent away from the training session catch your eye. "And how are the two of you?"

The young woman shakes her head. "Sore and recovering from severe fright, I thought I was being kicked out!"

"I did as well, that was a crule trick, splitting the swords so they would brake after striking in the right way enough."

You take on an expression of fake insult. "Hey now, those took a while to do properly! And really, I do like to see how my students can handle dissapointment, the wrong reaction in a fight can cost you your life."

A few moments later sees you at the entrace to your rooms. The door creaks when you open it -it always has, but since it is on pitch you never fix it- the area beyond empty, so you take the opportunity to pout at the absence of your husband.

At least he cannot poke fun at the length of the bath you take, for it is a good thirty minutes before the water has cooled ariund you and you drag yourself from the water. With vindictive pleasure you pull Boromir's largest sleep shirt over your head, after all he cant use it if he's not here.

With that depressing thought, you set to making a small dinner, and your hands are covered in flour when the sound of horns comes from beyond the window. There is a brief momment where you freeze, and then you are running to the door, slinging a cloak on against the cold.

There is a guard at the door when you arive, they do not speak, simply pulling at the handle and smirking as you race past. The paved pathways are a blur beneath your bare feet, and you take no notice of the occasional stones that prick at your toes.

The gates are already open and soldiers filter in on horses, there is cheering, but it seems quiet. Chestnut curls sway, snatching your attention instantly. You vault over the last flight of stairs, landing already in a dead sprint.

Boromir grins at your approach, steadying his mount, and when you reach his side he reaches down and pulls you up into his lap. He smirks, "Miss me?" You mumble a very eloquent 'shut up' before using his hair as a means to pull him into a deep kiss.

He pulls away, barely, and rests his head against your's. "And here I thought you wished never to make a spectacle of yourself?"

"I havent seen you in six months, heard from you in one and a half," You mumble, "For all I knew you could have been dead. I'm alowed one spectacular display under the circumstances."

"Well this display is one I wish not to see."

You grumble but accept Farimir's hand down. Boromir pulls him into a hug. "As you say my brother. I have missed you."

"Aye," Farimir smiles. "But you've missd y/n a bit more, and in a different way. I'll attend to your horse, you are long over due a bath."

"He's right." Boromir's second in command quips from behind you. "You smell like shit," He pauses and bows without loosing his grin. "My Lord." When Boromir frowns, he waves a hand. "I will take care of the report, tend to what's your's, unless you'd rather I?"

Without a word Boromir swings you out of your stance and into a bridal carry. You yelp, but he ignores your protests and continues in the same fashion until the door to your apartments is firmly shut. Once it is, he puts you down, only for you to find yourself pinned against it with a very very attentive husband attacking your lips. "You know he wouldn't have really. He was only goading you into taking some free time."

He makes a humming sound before nipping at your bottom lip. "Will you be joining me in removing the four from my hair?" You gasp as his attentions turn to your neck. "Do not sound so shocked dear one, as you come before me and my unit dressed in nothing but my shirt and cloak for all to see."

Oh. For you had, in your (compleatly reasonable) haste forgotten your currant wardrobe. " 'Suppose its all yours then," you place a finger against his lips, "Oh no no, it's your's after dinner." You wrinkle your nose. "And a bath, your brother's right you smell horrid."

[carnal-lnstinct]

I just saw the reblog, hope I made it in time

Competitive x Competitive with Goku?

2/3

“The Master really knows how to pick ‘em.” 

You applauded the new pupil, straightening yourself up to breathe deeply as your standby wiped the sweat from your face.The large weights on your arms and legs were finally starting to show their burden as you were winding down, but that comes with the territory of a good workout. However, The Grand Kai making the training tools increase by ten tons every thirty minutes, adding to the already hefty load was really pushing you to your limits for a training session like this. It’s been a while since you trained this intensely on just the basics, but this was something unique for the new trainee.

You’ve been a student of the Grand Kai for centuries, and while you’re always impressed with the new recruits that come through, this North Quadrant Fighter was something else.

 Even with your weights being heavier than the haloed saiyan’s, his weren’t so far behind in measurement and yet he was keeping up with you like it was just a small hump to get over. It spoke highly of his potential and you further understood why he got so far in the tournament to be here. “You are doing well, Goku!” You praised him as he took a moment to recover himself as well. His pale, golden hair bounces as he looks toward you with a confident beam and you see him adjust his stance, preparing for another session.

“You ready?” The Super Saiyan poses with a look of challenge in his eyes. He was still so eager to continue after already going at it for close to two hours. The added weight had to be getting to him, evident in the light tremble to even be still in his stance. But that's where the challenge was and it empowered you to keep going as well. You can't just let the new guy show you up in his first run through of training. Not with the Master watching.

Pure instinct and split-second dodges spared you both a blow that finish this training bout. The weights were working against you, but also making every blow you threw at each other more dangerous if they were to land. But you were both excited to see who would be the one to get the other. You had enough time to learn each other's movements and predict counters to look out for. Right now, it is just a matter of who would tire out first.

[mvsicinthedvrk]

Was that [MANNY JACINTO]? Oh no no, that was just [DARO NIRULUN], an [ORIGINAL CHARACTER] from [THE GREEN BONE SAGA]. They are [THIRTY FOUR] years old, use [HE/HIM], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

this is niru! more info & potential connections to my green bone oc below!

how long has your character been here?

niru has only been here long enough to barely settle in, so: about a month or so.

what is your character’s job?

he'll be getting a job as an accountant at a law firm, to do bookkeeping and tax advising, mostly.

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom?

he's an oc so this does not particularly matter xoxo

has any magic affected your character?

no.

and any other information you might find useful for us and the other members to know!

his nickname is niru (nirulun, for long)!

he's a mountain clan member, green bone jade-user, around age 34, who-- in d.c. decides to leverage his relative anonymity to try and infiltrate no peak once he realizes they far outnumber the mountain here :) more details on that below.

in terms of family, his dad is born and raised in janloon and his mother is from the uwiwa islands. niru grew up in the fishtown neighborhood in mountain territory, but since niru's not fully kekonese, as he grew up there were certainly some people in the mountain that didn’t trust him/his family/had preconceptions about them, and he would have had to work twice as hard to prove himself. his family would have been very low-ranked in the mountain. they’re not legacy clan members; niru’s father is the first person with their family name to get involved in clan business directly, and his father didn’t get educated/brought up with the intention of being trained for the mountain. so ultimately, niru’s the first one who’s going to raise their standing, because he really has the opportunity to do so. he has two much younger sisters who are just starting their own training, and despite some bumps in the road he’s genuinely trying to pave a smoother path for them to gain some decent status when they graduate. 

niru went to wie lon temple school as a prospective mountain member. he worked as a finger for the mountain for a while, and did show promise, but there was an 'incident' on the job with another mountain clan trainee (someone far more valuable to the clan than he was) that was so severe that he had to be removed from his position. after that, his position in the clan at all was in a little bit of jeopardy, until a mountain higher-up who had previously noticed his skill with numbers offered him a job in the weatherman’s office instead-- a gracious hand extended-- and he would be expected to pay that favor back with ultimate loyalty.

so that's how he ended up being an accountant for the mountain's weatherman office, and resents a little bit that he doesn’t get to be involved with the more action-oriented side of things much after relocating to that job, but he can’t deny that he’s good at what he does. he also dabbles in helping seek out patronages for the mountain, because he can be very persuasive and personable, and can put pressure on people without seeming like he’s pressuring them. he’s pretty calm and logical, and he doesn't necessarily enjoy violence (though he understands its necessity), so ultimately this kind of job suits him far better overall than working for the horn would have (though it should be noted that he still would have made a very loyal, level-headed fist, under different circumstances). 

now in dc, niru’s quick to realize that the number of recognizable no peak members definitely outweighs the mountain, so he’s only left with a couple of options: keep his head down and pretend he knows nothing of the clan system, keep a constant eye out for others from mountain clan, or-- make himself useful, and try to get some information on no peak now that he can potentially leverage later. he will likely pretend he went to kaul du, and try to talk his way into clan business. he’s not exactly the same age as the kauls who are currently aware and wouldn’t have been at school at the same time, so they couldn’t prove him wrong. he’ll have to decide what branch of the clan to try and get into, though he’ll probably land on the business side of things again. even if he will be a mediocre spy, given that lying is not one of his strong points. however, the adrenaline of infiltrating the opposing clan will give him a little excitement that his office life lacked before, and it's something to make himself useful until more of the mountain clan shows up and he can return to the side he's meant to be on, hopefully with some useful intel.

connection ideas below! it should be note that anyone with a green bone fandom muse should definitely hit me up for plotting purposes, but other than that, connections that are open to any fandom include:

a house-mate? he lives in a nicer/semi-upscale neighborhood in a house (thank you to his well-paying job), but he still wouldn't mind cutting costs by sharing space. this should probably be someone also in their 30s.

neighbors/friends who are also newer to town and just figuring out where things are in the city and how things work here, so they can explore a little together

he'd also enjoy having friends who would debate with him. people who always agree with you are boring (to him), but give him friends who have heated discussions that are almost arguments, but then they can walk away from the night and still not hate each other LMAO

i think he probably still works out fairly frequently, though he's not intense about it, so people who are casually active and hit the gym on a regular basis. like for some reason i could definitely see him joining a gym basketball team that meets once a week aldksjfldfs

someone who might remind him personality-wise of one of his younger sisters, who he can be an older-brother figure towards; this could be someone struggling or in need of a friend, who he could give some company or guidance.

romance/ship-wise-- women to casually go out with/one-night-stand situations, or potentially more seriously date if it goes well (he's straight, and 34, as mentioned above).

when he ends up working for no peak in town, he's going to start reaching out to make business connections, so if your muse owns a business and might be interested in negotiating a connection or collaboration with the clan (they can offer protection and services), feel free to hit him up as well.

i think that's it for now but if you have any other ideas, you can let me know.

[mellowquint]

The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog Liveblog!

Part 1; the Dining Car

OKAY WE'RE FINALLY DOING THIS READY, SET, LEGO (wait wrong fandom–)

So insert character is first time working for the train huh, okay cool cool

Oh god now i have to name them uhh (yes i will be referring to they/them, non-binary characters ftw)

… I went with Trainee (get it cuz uh train and yeah I'll see myself out)

Darling your scribbles are fine, better than mine actually

Trainee is a nervous train wreck *ba dum tss* yeah ok I'll stop making train jokes

Oh dang here comes the conductor. Apparently todays the conductor's last day after thirty two years.

OOHH THE TRAIN IS CALLED MIRAGE EXPRESS

I like how the sonic crew didn't forget about spagonia Jejdkddlfkkdkfk thought that was a one time thing

The menu only has 3 things, Why? lmao

Wait they're ALL MICROWAVE MEALS?? Can't they afford a chef? This is someone's speaking who has not gone onto these fancy train cars yet so forgive me

Oh fun tidbit the trains actually used for event's only.

"So I'll need you to do everything in your power to make sure our paying guests are well taken care of, understood?" Sir yes sir

AAAHHHHH AMYYYY SHE LOOKS SO ADORABLE WITH THE BIRTHDAY CAKE HEADBAND AND THE DRESS

HELP TAILS IN HIS DETECTIVE OUTFIT HE'S SO CUTEE

oh so it's Amy's birthday party!! Murder mystery theme eh? Someone's an Agatha Christie fan~~

ROUGE AND KNUCKLES YES also Rouge girl you just got on the train don't go stealing gift shop pens just yet lmao

"What cast of characters am i stuck with" OH SHOOT HE KNOWS 🤣

"Why can't i be normal for one second" you and me both Trainee

Also Sonic immediately bolting to get chilli dogs lmao, never change blue gumball dork

WHOOOO LOOKIT ALL OF THEM, ALSO HOLY MOLY BLAZE IS HERE TOO???? COOL COOL COOL 

EHH okay so now i collect the tickets, like a normal person, this wont be an embarrassing trip

"well the birthday discount certainly helped!" You and me both Amy

OH NEW LORE DROPPED, AMY'S A FAN OF TRUE CRIME PODCASTS!!! (I wonder if she would like the Magnus Archives…)

"Here's the key that unlocks any door in the train" hmm seems kinda sus, but oh well birthday girl gets the birthday key

and Blaze is here to grace us with her presence and elegance, reminding why I love her. Love how she just casually tells us that she's visiting from a separate dimension like it's nothing lmao

Sooo Blaze has sweet tooth cannon? Yes.

LMAO TRAINEE NO "Why can't i win in this group"

Rouge darling please give the conductor his money back it's to early to steal anyones lunch money 

Y'know it's a bit awkward knowing that Trainee just realised he's talking t The Sonic The Hedgehog, like my dude did you not know what he looks like? Either way Sonic's pretty chill

"I brought my own sparkle gelatin. It's a jelly that can melt away even the most jaded hearts" Tails imma need you stop being so cute and wholesome for ONE SECOND OKAY I CAN'T TAKE IT ✨🥺

Awww Trainee and Tails are jelly buddies!!!

"Thank goodness someone on this train is normal" buddy wait till you see the kid fly an airplane and can fly with his two tails lmao

Espio why you holding that rose who is it for 👀

DID ESPIO SERIOUSLY READ TRAINEES MIND?? (Edit he did in fact, something about his Ninjutsu or something)

"Can you cling into walls" "i most certainly can" okay just tell the conductor that, I'll now know where to find you then. In the air vents.

"Do you sell gift bags here" ….. shadow you didn't forget to bring Amy a present her birthday party right?

"Robot arm reminding me that one AI from Wall–E, hopefully we're not going to that route 

"Actually, uh Train, the conductor wants me to have the whole plate" lmao you ain't slick Trainee

Okayyy last but not least we have Vector, who does not in fact have his ticket, aanddd now we're supposed to find it

"I wonder what cake topper Sonic picked out for me" "...shoot, i was supposed to give Amy a cake… what am i supposed to do?" Ya done goofed you blue gumball dork

"You don't need to bow everytime you see me" sure Blaze it's not like i was stress responding. definitely.(seriously tho i love her dialogues)

Okay imma take a gamble and ask shadow if he sees any tickets 

"Only three items on the menu..? You don't even have drinks listed" THAT'S WHAT I WAS SAYING!!! Also we only have like three drinks too, water, coffee, and chaos cola

"I'll have to take you up on the coffee soon. Just the beans and A spoon, though" …… shadow um what??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BEANS AND A SPOON ONLY YOU HOT TOPIC WANNABE??? NOT EVEN WATER OR MILK???

I spent 5 minute hitting every random object where's the ticket – OH WAIT LEFT ARROW

NAPKIN IT'S IN THE NAPKIN

"Lost ticket added to you inventory" YES BUD LET'S GOO

Poor trainee has to double shift on being the microwave expert AND security guard smh, Trainee better has a good paycheck

I'm hoping up on here saying to PLEASE TELL ME WHO DID ALL THE SPRITES IN THE GAME THEY'RE ALL SO WONDERFUL AND EXPRESSIVE MY GOD 

…. Oh. OH!!  SO THAT'S WHY THEY'RE ALL WEARING SPECIFIC CLOTHES. Amy's you nerd she even got them all lore cards i love this girl

So Sonic's role is to be the ship captain. I do wonder why a ship captain of all roles since their in a train setting but ill take

AJDHKJHFKJSLKJFLKJFFKJLA I LOVE THIS SCENE

Oh shadows supposed to be a locksmith?.... I wasn't the only one who thought he was gonna be a barista stationed at the cafe right? My guy might have to dress a little bit more specific for a locksmith

and of course we;ve got our birthday girl as the journalist!

Sweet got a map of the train baby!! Alsooo the lounge looks suspiciously close to the conductor's car…

Well with that out of the way let's get started!!!

Oooohhhh ok cool cool cool got i

"This way there's always a neutral party" yes tails you go you smart cookie

Y'know it's very sweet of all of them to play along with the murder mystery roleplay. Everyone wish they have friends like that

Tails you adorable smart nugget how come you keep getting cuter and adorable by the minute 🥺✨

"My lore is that I'm a nosey person turned journalist" aww c'mon birthday girl don't bring yourself down lol

SUDDEN MYSTERIOUS SHAKE 

Oh wait it's just the train moving

Why is it even shaking THAT much???

Anndd screen goes dark, welp i guess that's it for the dining car scene for now

Aanndd that's all for part 1 hope you guys enjoy and see you guys around part 2!!

[dinosaurcharcuterie]

There's nothing I love more at work than unexpectedly tech savvy pensioners.

Like, anyone over 60 regularly complains that "they don't believe in email" and "why does everyone keep telling me to do it online" and, sure, that's fair, not everything should be online, and most people I work for have a birth year starting with 193- and a history working in the most analog industry worldwide. Extremely valid objections from extremely valid people. But then there's the ones who have digitalized so hard, they make the tech bros look restrained and moderate.

For example, the 98-yo guy who was like "yeah, no, I can't do digital; I dropped my phone, the camera is busted, new one is still being shipped--do you people still do fax?"¹ And then he called back 10 minutes later because the (16-yo) nursing home trainee wasn't sure a) what a fax machine was and b) how to replace the paper in the one on their floor, and she wouldn't let him do it for her. Callous youth, what is this world coming to, back in my day, etc.

And the 80-yo woman who couldn't remember what paperwork she had sent us--we didn't have an online overview she could check. Also, her 60-yo neighbor was still dragging her feet on the online safety seminar, apologies for that. After a bit of back and forth², she was delighted to learn she could use our app on her tablet--for a grand total of thirty seconds. That's how long it took me to mix up the names "App Store" and "Play Store" and get stuck in an anti-Android litany with far more valid points than my IT-engineer of a BIL has managed to bring up at any given holiday dinner over the past seven years³.

These kinds of moments bring me joy, and it's only partially because they make my job easier. It's mostly because it's one of the rare occasions where the elderly reveal what they do with their free time, and, yes, they're all staring death in the face, but some of them are spending the time they have left with something that isn't 24/7 dread.

1. Good sir, we are in Germany. Fax will be pried from this nation's cold, dead, bloody hands, just like "cash only" restaurants and cigarette ads

2. We don't have a website, but we have an app; she doesn't have a smartphone, she has a tablet--is it compatible with an iPad?

3. T, if you're reading this: Apple has the more user friendly and effective accessibility features across languages. I'm still not paying ten times the price for it.

[mega-catmuncher]

None of Our Business

Chapter 01

Pairing: College!Matt Murdock x fem!reader

Summary: You are a winner. Always have been and always will be. In your final year at Colombia you're aiming to earn an internship from an esteemed law firm which will ensure the success of your career post law school. Someone however, is making life difficult and his name is Matt Murdock. For some reason he's always in your business, everywhere you turn he's there and while you never expected it maybe he's just what you need.

Word count:3.4k

Warnings: swearing, people acting absolutely unhinged and ‼️T/W Frat Bros‼️ (Future SMUT I promise 🤞🏻😮‍💨)

a/n: academic rivals mixed with work/office rivals. Matt and reader are somehow smart enough to be in law school but not smart enough to realise they like each other. Also ALOT of these background characters are OC’s and the only people mentioned from the daredevil series is Foggy(nelson) and Jack (Matts Dad)

(not gonna lie that summary was a lil corny 💀please forgive me 🙏🏻)

You’ve always been the best at what you do. You uphold yourself to a high standard and its gotten you all the way to your final year studying law at Columbia. It feels surreal at times wondering if you deserve this but you remember how hard you have worked and how proud you will be once you’ve become the best lawyer in New York.

Tonight you’ve got a shift at the local bar and restaurant Barry’s. You’re the star waitress and have earned some regulars who tip very well every time you’re on. Tonight though you are really considering quitting. It’s not only one of the busiest nights due to the Columbia Lions winning last nights football game and their victory party being hosted by Barry’s but you are also responsible for the new trainee who is truly testing your patience. “Foggy, you cannot stay at a table for over 30 minutes after giving them their food. Being overly friendly will not get you tips it will get you fired” you sigh in frustration and you can see he feels bad for upsetting you “sorry” he whispers. Before you can apologise he’s left to get the drinks for the next table. You feel bad but food service can have you dealing with the worst kinds of people and you don’t want Foggy to get discouraged from a little criticism.

You’ve just shown foggy how to lock up and its nearing half three in the morning. After an 8 hour shift with no breaks you are ready to drop. Pulling out of the parking lot you see Foggy at the bus stop. “You know the first bus doesn’t come until six thirty, you can’t wait here for three hours” you tell him from your car. “ Don’t worry about it! I’ll be alright, I’m just too tired to walk” you wouldn’t let Foggy stay there even if you believed him. “Do you live on campus?” you ask. “Yes, but please you really don’t have to driv-”Foggy doesn’t get to the end of his sentence before you’re unlocking your passengers side door and beckoning him into the car. “I know I was hard on you tonight but I promise I’m not an asshole …I’m sorry” judging from Foggy’s smile you think he’s accepted your apology. “ It’s okay..you know you’re not as scary as you look” foggy immediately regrets saying that as you give him a very unimpressed look. “I mean you never smile in lectures and you just always seemed very…cold..from a distance! But getting to know you better tonight you’re cool. I mean I only know so much since Matt does talk-” “it’s okay Foggy I understand what you’re trying to say”.

-

Waking up Monday morning you regret signing up for an oral presentation workshop. However, you’ve made matters worse by not putting on an alarm and expecting your roommate Lisa to wake you up. Late and rushing you find yourself in not your finest of moments running across campus in yesterday’s mascara and underwear.

In your flurry to get to the workshop you trip over something and find yourself on top of someone. “I am so sorry, are you alright?” you ask frantically. “I don’t think you trip over blind men often so it’s fine” that voice belongs to Matthew Murdock a man who has a talent for getting on your nerves. Why? Because like you Matt is smart but unlike you it comes naturally for him and he takes every chance to throw it in your face. Between having the last word in mock trials to countering your points in class just because he feels like it. “If I didn’t know any better I would think you tripped me on purpose Matt” “ Well you’re still on top of me so I don’t think there’s any hard feelings”. Your rush to get off Matt, help him up and collect your things. “What are you in such a rush for?” Matt asks “ Professor Loc's speech workshop, I’m so late it’s pointless”you say dreading the effect this is going to have on your attendance record. “Don’t worry it’s been cancelled, I was on my way there but I got the email before I walked in” Matt says. Looking through your bag and finding your phone you see the late notification that the class has in fact been cancelled. “Shit I wasted my morning for that” you’re about to turn away until you hear chanting. Very loud chanting.

“ What is going o-” Matt is interrupted by Kevin the star quarterback and frat senior letting out a loud battle roar and running across campus naked being cheered on by freshmen, senior frat members and several other people fascinated by the display. “If I were to tell you exactly what is going on you would regret asking” and in a split second you notice Kevin’s path has changed and he is now running for you and Matt. “Walk with me and don’t ask questions” you grab Matt and begin walking towards the parking lot. “I expect better of you than to rob a blind man y/n”. “I’m not robbing you I’m saving us from embarrassment, unless you want to be between me and a naked Kevin I suggest you keep walking”. Matt suddenly quickens his pace and unfortunately so does Kevin. In a quick span of events you evade Kevins line of sight and pull Matt into a random shed near the library. “Janitors store room, we’ll have to wait out here until the crowd and Kevin have passed” you tell Matt out of breath.

After waiting for 10 minutes Kevin and the group are still chanting near you and Matt. “You might as well test me for our next exam” Matt says. You're dissatisfied with the situation but seeing an opportunity to outsmart Matt Murdock you won’t pass up on. Flipping through your notes you hear Matt huff a laugh “You can’t test me without your notes?”. Although Matt is amused you are not “I need to make sure you don’t try and finesse your way into giving me a bullshit answer that’s only half right” “woah y/n didn’t know I could get you riled up so easily.. did seeing Kevin naked get you excited?” Frustrated with Matts teasing you decide you’ve had enough. “Actually it did.. I have to confess Matt I’m really excited right now” you say trying to sound convincing. “….really?” Matt says genuinely confused. “Yes..and oh I need help to release some of this tension” Matt is slightly bewildered but also intrigued. “Y/N I didn’t expect..” “Matty c’mere I wanna show you something” as Matt approaches you pull the leaf blower from the shelf and turn it on to his lips. Sucking half of his face into the leaf blower is funny for a few seconds until you release it and he seems genuinely mad. “Y/N what the hell!?” Matt yells. You giggle about to say something until you hear the crowd is no longer chanting near you and Matt. “I think we can go back now Matt”

-

There was something special about today. You didn’t know why but you had a feeling that today something was going to happen that would change the trajectory of your life forever. Minus the pigeon shit that just fell on your coat you expected good things to come your way today.

“ I bought you coffee!!” Your roommate Lisa pops out from the crowd surrounding the campus cafe. “I felt bad about the other morning, you know how forgetful I can be” Lisa says reminding you about the drama surrounding last Monday. In between then you’ve had some time off to prepare for your final year, you bought a whiteboard and you scheduled study sessions with Foggy whenever the both of you weren’t working. “It’s okay, it’s my fault I’ve got to really get my shit together. It’s my final year and I’m lagging because my brain knows I’m at the finish line” you’re a little disappointed in yourself for not being motivated but that’s going to change now that the fall semester has begun and you can officially put your plan in place to get back on track.

Dropping Lisa off at her class you go across the way to the building where your lecture is being held. You sit beside Chris who, although doesn’t seem to listen in lectures he still manages to get great marks and have good notes. In comparison to the mess on your paper at the end of lectures over the years you've benefited more from listening through and copying Chris’s notes after. “How have you been doing? You look good” you’re slightly taken aback by Chris’s compliment. Although he flirts a lot he never teases and often times you think about bitting the bullet and asking him out. That’s if you ever get the time to. “ I’ve been good working, studying and working some more” you laugh feeling a bit pathetic that this has probably been your answer through the whole of your law degree. “ There’s a reason why you're so smart, Besides I heard you’ve organised a study group and didn’t invite me.I’m hurt” he puts his hand over his heart acting wounded. If it were anyone else you would roll your eyes but when Chris’s voice cracks at the word hurt added with the sly grin he has on his face has got you silently begging to to be alone with him. “The group is open, if you want to come just let me know and we’ll make a time to meet up”. Feeling proud of yourself for finding a way to get Chris's contact. Ripping a piece of paper off his notebook he quickly writes something. “ Here’s my number text me and I’ll make sure I bring my notes just for you”. You feel yourself about to sport an embarrassingly big smile until you hear a stick tapping near the doors.

“Murdock! There’s a seat here” you whip your head to Chris and see he’s pointing to the seat next to you. This is not what you had in mind when you thought of your positive mantra of today being a good day. Matt greets Chris and they reach across you to hug. If you were being honest being crushed between Chris and Matt wasn’t that bad, you were blissfully daydreaming away until you felt someone flick your ear. “After sucking my face off you could at the very least talk to me” Matt says grinning mischeviously. Chris is taken aback at the insinuation that you and Matthew Murdock are somehow involved and you are seething that out of all times he decides to start with you in front of Chris. Before you have time to clear any confusion your professor begins the class.

By the end your eyes are drooping from exhaustion and you feel close to calling a cab to get back to your apartment to avoid walking 20 minutes. "Hey sleeping beauty, class is dismissed" Chris tries to nudge you awake. Suddenly becoming alert you give him a tired smile and gather your things. "Do you want to take my notes home?, I won't need them back anytime soon" Chris says. Before you can respond Matt interrupts the seemingly tender moment. " I see my dig about notes the other day hasn't motivated you to aim higher". You are so close to chocking Matt the only thing stopping you is the scandal of assaulting a blind man in public. Ignoring Matt you thank Chris and take his notes with you. On your way out of class you can see a crowd forming around the bulletin board. "They're only offering two places!" "Highest score on the next exam?!". You're near the board to find out what all the commotion is about when you see plastered on the board the opportunity you've been waiting for.

The internship to Cheraus & Pels one of the best law firms in all of New York. You can feel the sweat on the palm of your hand reading over the details then, you feel a presence near. "Too bad they're offering two spots. There's no challenge now". You wish you could formulate a good response but all you can do is focus on the letters on the paper in front of you. "Are you okay? you seem like you're coming down with the flu" Matt goes to put his hand to your forehead but before he can you swat his arm away. "Matt, I have never been more serious about something in my life and the fact that you're treating this like any other thing is absurd to me" you feel bad afterwards for being difficult with Matt in front of everyone but the stress of how real everything is starting feel is getting to you. "Despite how nonchalant I can be, I have sacrificed a lot to even be in this building. Yes y/n, I am taking this very seriously but if I stressed myself out as much as you do I 'd be ill before I even put pen to paper". After hearing what he had just said you came to the sad conclusion that Matt Murdock was right.

-

Over the next few weeks you had been seeing less of Lisa and Chris and even Matt. You've closed yourself off from the world and against Matts advice you were stressing yourself out. Going only between classes and your apartment to take breaks from preparing for the upcoming exam to eat and sleep. You even gave Barry notice that you would be taking the month off just so that work wouldn't get in the way of studying. What you didn't know was how worried everyone was. Lisa called your mom who then spent an hour on the phone threatening you with a visit. Chris had texted you a few times but you didn't want to distract yourself. Foggy even told Matt about you taking the month off. Which became the last straw. At 9:30pm on a Friday night you heard a knock at the apartment door, you expected that Lisa would get it since she knew you were busy. After a while you realised Lisa wasn't home and whoever it was, was still waiting. Looking through the peephole you get a wave of aggravation seeing Matt at your doorstep.

"I am so busy right now Matt its not even funny" you say opening the door. Matt looks very unamused and goes as far as to walk right past you and let himself in. "y/n this is an intervention, I understand you want that internship as bad as anyone. Trust me I've been doing overtime in the library. That doesn't justify you working yourself so hard".You're about to lose your shit. How dare Matt come into your home uninvited and tell you how you should be living. You're about to yell at him when you realise you're so tired you don't even have the energy. Matt knows something isn't right when he hears a thud and he knows something is definitely not right when you haven't said anything. Checking that you're still breathing Matt carries your fast asleep self to your bed and lays beside you. He doesn't know why but he stays the night. He tells himself its because Lisa isn't home and he doesn't want to leave you in the apartment alone overnight but deep down Matt cares about you and wants to make sure you're alright.

Over the years Matt has grown a sort of affection for you. He's not in love. He just cares, you both work hard but he admires your drive and passion. Because for him, you challenge him to do better and that means a lot. In your first year Matt was having trouble accessing braille translations of archived case documents and while you weren't happy about it you took the time to read out those case documents for him. Once, Matt had come down with mono he missed a week of classes. He didn't want to ask for your help but he didn't have to. You told him to meet you at the library where you proceeded to catch him up on everything he had missed. These moments compiled with all those other times you've helped Matt out over the years makes him want to be the one to help you out this time. At least he though he was helping. He's not so sure now that you've woken up in the afternoon and realised you've missed six and a half hours of study time. "I don't know who you think you are to waltz into my house and control my life. What the fuck was the intervention for?! an addiction to studying. I have never heard something so stupid in my life". Any other time Matt would give you some cool response to one up your little tantrum but right now among all the yelling your eyes are red and he can hear your stomach grumbling. "If I took you for some lunch would you stop yelling at me. Would you stop talking altogether actually?" . You're contemplating committing homicide in this very moment but through the exhaustion, anger and hunger you can see Matt is concerned and while you don't owe him anything you definitely don't think it's fair to let him worry about you. You've also just come to the realisation it wasn't fair to let everyone else in your life worry. "Sorry, let me get dressed and then we can go" Shocked Matt doesn't mention your change in demeanour and lets you direct him to the couch to wait. While you have the time to yourself you send off some quick texts to Lisa, your mom and Chris letting them all know you're alright and there's no need to worry.

-

Lunch with Matt wasn't as bad as you'd thought it would be and spending time with Matt outside of school proved to be surprisingly beneficial to your mental wellbeing. You had been taking a walk in the park chuckling at some stupid law pun Matt had made when you snapped back to reality. The date of your exam was in three days and you felt so underprepared. Noticing your sudden silence Matt nudges your shoulder. "I didn't think my comedy would kill the mood, If you didn't like that one I've got a whole notes app filled with them" Matt says. "Its not that, I'm just thinking about the exam. After tomorrow we've only got a couple more days". You remove your arm from Matts and go to sit at the bench to clear your mind and figure out what your going to do about everything. "y/n I don't want you to get upset with me but Im going to make you an offer that hopefully you can't refuse" Matt goes on to ask you something you would have surely lost your balance from the shock if your weren't already sitting down. "You can stay at my place until the exam is over. You seemed to have slept better with me at the house and as much as you would hate to admit it we work really well together. My best grades are from when I study with you. "

You feel your resolve melting and as much as you want to keep your regular bitch attitude with Matt he's doing something really nice. Most of all he doesn't need to do any of this. He didn't need to spend the night or come to the apartment to check up on you, he didn't need to get you lunch or take a walk around the park with you and most of all Matt didn't need to worry, but he did. Or does... you don't know but what you do know is Matt is right. In a way things have always worked better when you've done them with Matt. Group projects, study sessions and even those dreaded mock trials. If you were any less oblivious you would realise Matt challenges you in a way you like. In a way that drives you to be better and in times like this it means everything. " I can't believe I'm saying yes but I will move in with you for three nights and four days" you don't know why but you're smiling. "Its settled then, let's shake on it roomie" "shut the fuck up".

[wrenreid]

Conflict of Interest

Spencer Reid x feminine reader

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Chapter one: The First Encounter

"I heard our new professor is like insanely hot," your roommate says as the two of you walk toward the classroom.

"I doubt that's true. He's probably some old retired agent like the last one," you comment, unamused.

"Mr. Garner was such a cranky little bitch," Nina rolls their eyes.

You let out a soft chuckle. "Totally. I wanted to ask him every day what crawled up his ass and bit it."

"Maybe his wife pegged him too hard."

"Pretty sure he was divorced," you say matter of factly, lips pressed together in a line.

"Right. No wonder," she huffs out a breath as the two of you walk into the classroom. You follow shortly behind, watching her short brown hair bounce as she walks.

The room is mostly empty other than the three other trainees that happened to beat the two of you to class, which hardly ever happens because you forcefully drag Nina to get there early with you every day.

Nina is the type of girl that would probably flunk out for partying too much if she could, which made her traditional Indian parents infuriated. Luckily for you though, their high school and college partying days are over, and she's been focusing on her goal of being an agent.

You keep Nina on track with your "pestering" and "mom" style encouragement to get her work done. You've been the type to try your best on everything since middle school. Your old high school counselor said you're too ambitious, but you don't think there's such a thing. Ambition is good. Ambition creates achievers, people who are the best. Which is what you strive to be... at everything, which is also borderline unhealthy, but that's besides the point.

FBI Academy is no joke. The workouts, classes, training, everything is hardcore, but if it's what it takes to succeed in your dream job, you'll do it, and you'll do it with flying colors.

Every day is pretty much the same. Routine is good though. You trainees get up shortly after sunrise, eat breakfast, then begin physical training. The work outs vary, one day you could be running two miles, and the next climbing walls. After that, everyone showers up and heads to the shooting range. Then, you eat lunch and have some down time before classes begin. Mondays and Wednesdays you have three classes, and Tuesdays and Thursdays there's only two. Friday is just for physical training and down time.

You're allowed to leave the Academy's premises, but everyone must be back by the midnight curfew. On weekends, you can sleep away from the campus.

The uniform trainees wear isn't fashionable, but it could be worse. You wear a navy or blue FBI polo style shirt and khakis or nice jeans. Outside of class, you can wear mostly whatever as long as it fits the dress code the FBI has implemented.

Nina jabs an elbow into your side, and you turn to face her, glaring into their dark brown eyes with confusion and annoyance. "What the hell?"

They point to the front of the now filled up classroom. A man walks in, clearing his throat.

"Holy shit," you mouth to your friend.

The lengthy, fluffy-haired man wears a dark grey suit and black converse. A lighter grey colored vest is closed over a black button up. An outfit that you wouldn't have put together, but he makes work.

He's probably around thirty, maybe a little older, but his stubbled face looks younger. He clears his throat again, playing with his hands in front of his stomach.

"Hello," he presses his lips together for a moment, moving strands of brown waves from his eyes. "My name is Dr. Spencer Reid. I'm a profiler for the Behavioral Analysis Unit, which is up on the sixth floor. I'm your new professor. I may not be able to make it to class every day, but I will try my best to make online assignments for you guys. Any questions before we begin?"

One of your classmates raises her hand, and Dr. Reid nods at her to ask. "Yeah, are you single?"

Soft chuckles come from mostly everyone in their seats. You smile softly as his face turns a dark shade of pink.

"I- let's just begin, shall we?" He rocks back and forth on his heals before writing something on the board. He seems awkward, definitely an introverted guy.

You watch as Dr. Reid talks about victimology, barely pealing your eyes from his body as he walks around, using his hands as he speaks. You're certain not many people are paying attention to the information he's displaying, but rather to his tall, fit figure. Honestly, you don't blame them.

You try to jot down as many notes as you can in between moments of getting distracted. This man in the front of the room is undeniably hot, and it's going to be such an inconvenience for you.

chapter two

[ggukseoulcafe]

— let him in | jjk

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader

genre: best friends to lovers! au, idiots to lovers! au, fluff, kinda comfort! au

summary: Not every day is perfect. Some bad days are inevitable and everyone has them, you know that. But knowing that doesn’t make it any easier. Luckily, for you, there is a person always waiting on the other side of every day- good or bad. A human that you think is comfort personified. Comfort who now goes by the name of a certain Jeon Jeongguk.

word count: 3.5k

warnings: suggestive themes, jeongguk is super cheesy

a/n: this was inspired by that jeongguk live from last month bcs what even??? and so, i wrote it almost entirely to leave the door open. it was supposed to be jeongguk's birthday fic but my lazy ass ended up procrastinating. anyway, i hope you enjoy it! any kind of feedback would be appreciated <3

Today was the kind of day you just couldn't mark as a "good day" in your journal. Not with everything that happened at work.

Normally, small inconveniences wouldn't deter you from being grateful for the smallest of happy and peaceful moments that you have throughout your day, even if it was just a few of them. It was a mindset you had built courtesy to the relatively harder years you had growing up. Never taking happiness for granted, always valuing it and the things and people that made you feel happy. That made your day happy.

But today just wasn't one of those days. 

The stress of over-working so many weeks for the upcoming event at your office had finally caught up with you. And your boss just had to chew you out in the presence of some other co-workers for a mistake you didn't make. 

Yeah, he apologized later but that doesn't make the situation any less humiliating. Not when you were one of the seniors at work that your junior trainees looked up to.

So while you didn't like depending too much on anyone for support, always feeling like you'd be bothering, you needed to share your time today with someone. Just be comfortable with someone. Because if you didn't, you'd definitely break down at work tomorrow. You knew you would. So, you needed someone to share your tears with beforehand. 

But of course, for you, someone only meant one person. Your ultimate supporter and the best form of comfort you've ever known. Jeon Jeongguk. The person you're sure would be the human definition of "home" if there ever was to be one.

Jeongguk had been your friend since childhood, the two of you almost inseparable growing up. He was your human. The person you shared everything with- literally and figuratively. 

And this made him your first and the only choice to share your torments with today. You were hesitant though because today was Wednesday, the day when he went out with his colleagues to drink and enjoy himself.

After about thirty minutes of giving pep talks to yourself, you decided to just call Jeongguk because apparently, pep talks to self don't always work. Or maybe they aren't working today because you know there's a person out there who could make you feel much better with just his voice. It was amazing but also scary, how Jeongguk could change your day by speaking just about anything. 

That voice was enough for you. His voice was like the warmest of blankets that wrapped around you on especially cold days. Like freshly brewed warm coffee. Instantly letting you replace your frowns and tired sighs with smiles and contentment.

So you decide to not think too much and go ahead with your plan. 

He picks up immediately by the third ring.

"____? What's up?" 

Just hearing his voice makes you feel about ten times lighter.

"Jeongguk," you sigh.

He's quick to pick up your mood, "____, is everything okay? You sound tired." 

You can pretty much hear the frown in his tone. As selfish as it may sound, you are kind of happy to know that you being sad makes him feel the same for you too. 

But then again, maybe you're just biased. After all, Jeongguk's feelings mattered to you just as much, if not more. Loving him for as long as you've known love has made you weak for him. You're sure you could go to great lengths, maybe extreme even, to make him feel better if he was to feel down.

"____? Are you there? Is everything okay?" 

You snap out of your thoughts. "Guk, it's nothing serious. I just had a bad day and its just kind of weighing me down."

There's silence for a few seconds.

And then, his next words, said with so much certainty it leaves no more room for discussion, cause your breath to slightly hitch in your throat. 

"You're home, right? I'm coming over. Right now," he breathes out urgently. 

You can hear shuffling on the other end of the line and you're immediately filled with so much love again for Jeongguk for the millionth time. You don't know what great deed you ever did to have someone like him in your life.

Yeah, you are grateful for so many things in life, the list never-ending. But Jeongguk definitely made it to the top of the list. You're don't know when these changes happened but you wouldn't have it any other way.

Jeongguk was the person you were in love with and you wouldn't have it any other way.

As you are busy with your thoughts, you hear a knock on the door. 

Immediately rushing to open, you don't have to check to know who stands on the other side. 

As you peek your head out, you see a warmly smiling Jeongguk looking at you.

"Look who's here, it's your happy place," he says as he wiggles his eyebrows playfully. Obviously meaning it as a joke. Or so you think.

But you don't deny his claim though, knowing full well he couldn't be more right. 

He looks at you, slightly amused. "Won't you let me in, ____?" 

You give him a playful smile, letting him in. And you mean that literally and as a metaphor as well. 

Because Jeon Jeongguk was a man who made you think in poetry. A man who turned the most mundane of moments into times you're sure you'd never forget, times so magical, you almost end up questioning if he's a human. Maybe he's an angel? That would explain it all.

As you close the door behind him, he moves to your couch. Reaching for the tv remote, you watch as he makes himself comfortable there. Just the sight brings a smile to your face. 

You move to join him and as you settle down beside him, taking the remote from him as you put on your current favourite nature documentary. 

As you make yourself comfortable, he begins, "____, you don't feel so good today, do you? Do you want to talk about it?" 

Hearing his concern, you smile. But you're not sure if you want to bring it up right now when you're finally feeling better with Jeongguk by your side. So you shake your head and let him know that he'll hear about it eventually. Just not right now.

He understands. He always does.

Then, as always, he throws one arm behind you just to rest it on your shoulder. You immediately feel relieved, his touch always a source of relief and strength for you.

It wasn't just his touch but his entire existence. Being Jeongguk's best friend, as much as it hurt you knowing it could never be something more, was in itself a source of strength and dare you say, pride for you. 

Jeongguk was the warmest person you knew and being able to associate with him, in any way, always seemed like a miracle for you. His presence in your life made you feel more confident and strong and you never took that for granted.

Jeongguk watches you with amusement and slight concern as you're lost in your thoughts. You must be really stressed and tired, he thinks seeing as to how you're overthinking a lot more than usual today.

However, it didn't go past him how you immediately relaxed upon feeling his touch. That gives him a sense of hope, for he has been without you for too long. A few days too long. That doesn't sit right with him. He always wishes to be the person who you come back to at the end of each day- good or bad. His love for you consumes him enough to always want the best for you and to see that bright smile always lighting up your face.

His eyes then shift to some random documentary playing on your netflix. He doesn't even bother to give it more than a singular glance as an idea pops up in his mind.

"____, do you maybe want me to help you relax?" He questions, eyeing you carefully.

He's nervous to even suggest the idea but he wouldn't want to miss this opportunity for the life of him. So he decides to push forward with it even with all the nervousness. He looks at you in part excitement and part concern, chewing on his bottom lip as he anticipates what you'd say.

"Relax? You don't have to do anything, Guk. Just you being here is enough to make me feel better," you smile at him, feeling so in love with the kind human beside you.

Jeongguk feels like he's about to throw himself at the nearest wall with how nice you always are. Hearing you say something like that makes him feel a whole lot better too. But as happy as he gets, he really wants to help you better. So he persists. 

"Yeah precious but I think I could really help you feel much better," he says, "if you want to that is. Don't wanna do anything that makes you uncomfortable," he adds hesitantly.

You feel like you'd cry from how considerate he always is for you, "And how do you plan to do that, Guk?" 

"Oh I was just thinking that.....," he trails off.

"Thinking that?" You continue for him.

"Thinking that I could give you a massage maybe?" He ends it as a question.

You're not sure if you heard that right. He said he could what? And maybe he got the hint too from how you're gawking at him so he continues,

"Only if you want to, of course."

"Is that how you offer to get everyone to relax?" You blurt out. You can't help it. He totally caught you off-guard with that question and you're not sure what a "normal" response is in this situation. 

Jeongguk doesn't know that though. So he thinks you're thinking that he goes around offering massages to everyone. And you couldn't be more wrong but he doesn't know how to explain that to you without coming off as too eager. But he tries.

"No. I- of course not. I thought it could just help you that's all," he offers with a hesitant smile.

Of course he was trying that. You hate yourself for making him feel unsure when he was just thinking the best for you. So you decide to throw caution to the wind. This is definitely going to be a bad idea for your poor heart but do you have the heart to decline Jeongguk when he's offering you an innocent massage with those pretty doe eyes of his? No you don't. So then there's just one option left and you're going through with it.

"You know what? I think I want to try it. The massage, I mean," you say, looking at him curiously.

Jeongguk can't believe you agreed to it. He's jumping on the inside. Suddenly, he's feeling very nervous but also, very competitive. Of what? He doesn't know. All he knows is that he wants you to feel good.

So he decides to try his best as always. After all, this was you and he always wanted to provide you the best of his care and love, if you'd just accept it all.

"Okay. Why don't we start with you laying down here on the couch?" He suggests with a kind smile, trying his best to not let his actual emotions show so that you could feel more comfortable.

What Jeongguk doesn't know, however, is that you're already on the verge of screaming with all the feelings and hormones running through your whole body at the prospect of Jeongguk rubbing his hands all over you. Maybe you're being a tad bit too dramatic but hey, it is a massage offered to you by the man you've loved for many years now. So it's only fair for you to be jittery.

Not wanting him to repeat anything, you move to lay down on the couch. On your stomach, as you mentally prepare yourself for what's coming. 

Just watching you lay down for him gets Jeongguk going down a different track in his mind. But he shakes his head, getting himself to focus on the task at hand. 

"Okay good. Now just relax a bit for me, precious," he says, biting his lips.

And you immediately take a deep breathe and let yourself a bit loose. Giving him a tiny nod to let him know you're ready.

He's slightly malfunctioning at this point. Watching you in those domestic clothes, laying down and being so good for him already has him on edge. After dealing with this mini-crisis in his mind, he decides to get to work.

Moving forward, he gives your shoulders an experimental squeeze which immediately elicits a reaction from you in the form of a tiny squeak which makes all the blood rush downward for Jeongguk. 

He wills himself to ignore that and continues giving small experimental touches and rubs and squeezes over your shoulders, upper back, moving lower. He gulps.

As you feel him give a firm press to your lower back, you can't stop yourself from letting out a small moan, "Mmmh Guk," you whine lightly.

Jeongguk is about to lose his mind and hearing you whine his name has him thinking of all things he only allows himself to think in the safety of his room. Only that this sounds better. So much better.

He continues massaging all over your shoulders and back and he can't help but notice how soft it feels. It has him wondering how touching your skin directly without the clothes in the way might feel. The thought has him getting dizzy but he persists, with helping you relax being at the forefront of his mind.

But as he tries, he unknowingly presses a bit too firmly on your sensitive spot and you're immediate to react, "Ahhh Guk, that feels good," you moan before you can stop yourself.

You feel him freeze for a second and that's enough to bring you back to your senses. You can't do this after all.

You awkwardly cough out, "Actually, this was great but Guk that's enough, thank you. I'm feeling much better now," as you move to get up. "I think I'll just take a bath now, yeah," you let him know as you get up and dash towards your bathroom.

Jeongguk is left blinking. He isn't sure what happened just now. He was sure he was doing good but with how you ran off, all he can think is that he probably made you uncomfortable and he instantly feels bad for it. 

Meanwhile, you decide to take to a warm bath in hopes to calm down your nerves. As you get in and soak all the warmth of the water around you, your mind rushes back to Jeongguk. And it's then that you realise how your actions must've affected him.

Jeongguk is the kind of person who always blames himself if his loved ones get uncomfortable or sad, thinking he made a mistake or could've just done better. But you know that's not how it truly is. Him being so selfless can drain him out at times and normally, you're always there for him to lean on in situations like those. 

You're sure he must be blaming himself right now and you hate yourself for being the reason for it. So you quickly move out, get a  change of clothes and decide to go out there and talk to him about it. Be the good friend that he always is for you.

As you step your foot in the living room, you watch him sitting on one corner of the couch, making himself small, shoulders sagging. So you were right.

Not wanting him to feel bad, you rush towards him. "Guk?" You try to get his attention back to you.

He looks your way hesitantly and you feel a part of your heart crack. He looks dejected and its not even his fault. He should know that. After all, he only deserves all the good things.

"Guk, I'm sorry for running off like that. I don't know what-" you start.

But he cuts you off, "No precious, it's not your fault. I was just being too weird maybe and made you uncomfortable. It definitely wasn't my intention but I'm sorry nonetheless."

You frown. This isn't right. He's too kind for his own good. "Guk, stop it. It's not your fault at all, bean. I was being dramatic and I don't know what took over. I'm sorry. You were just trying your best for my sake and I just spoiled it." You feel bad.

"You didn't spoil anything, precious."

"But I did make it weird, Guk. And- " you stop to think for a while, "I just got all messed up and my feelings were just all over the place. And....God I don't even know what I'm saying anymore."

However, Jeongguk stops your rambling effectively when he questions, "Feelings? What feelings?"

If it wasn't bad before, you're definitely malfunctioning now. Did you just say that out loud? And how is it possible to come out of this mess without making it worse? But you have a friendship to save, so you try.

"No. Not feelings. I mean- I was just feeling a bit, I-" you don't know how to cover this up and you're about to cry.

But Jeongguk is at your rescue as always. "Come on. Say it, precious. What is it? You know I'm always here for you."

And now, your tears are freely falling. "I think I love you, Guk," you whisper in the most small, unsure voice, "as in I'm in love with you." You don't look at him though, staring straight down at the floor.

"You think? Or you do?" He teases.

You pout. "I do," you look up at him.

"Yeah? I do too," he smiles.

You were almost coming up with words in your mind to protect your friendship from breaking further but then, you heard him say that. And you're snapping your head up.

"You....what? You do? What?" You question with big, hopeful eyes.

Jeongguk thinks you're the most adorable person in the universe. "I love you, precious. I'm in love with you. Have been for the longest time."

And just like that, you're crying harder. Leave it to Jeongguk to make you feel like the strongest person and yet, make you cry like a baby. 

You don't know how to tell him how its only been him for you all along. And to know it's the same for him has you feeling over the moon. So you skip the talk for now and all but jump him. 

He immediately catches you by the waist and hugs you tight. You feel like sighing and burying his nose in your hair. So, you hug him tighter. 

As you both hold each other for what feels like an eternity, you realize how complete you feel. Like there was a part of you that was kept hollow especially for him. For him to fill with his presence, his love, his part in your life. 

Jeongguk is sure he could die from happiness right now. His favourite girl, his love, is here holding him and shares the same love for him. He feels over the moon, like he can do anything if you're with him. 

But either of you don't put those feelings in words. Because you know you understand each other's feelings and thoughts in this moment without having to talk about it.

Jeongguk pulls back slightly and rests his forehead on yours as he grins. His eyes are sparkling. "So baby, you love me huh?"

You roll your eyes as you blush, a big smile decorating your lips. Hearing him call you baby is doing things to you. "Unfortunately, yes. I love you," you tease.

"Unfortunately?" He pouts. 

"You know what I mean, Guk," you pout back.

He playfully rolls his eyes, giving you a sweet forehead kiss. "So then? Are we dating now?"

You blush. "Yeah. Yeah we are. At least that's what I'd like. It's been too long already. You got any objections?" 

"No, I don't, baby. Of course, I don't. How can I say no to my lovely girlfriend?"

"God stop it, Guk. You're being so cheesy, it's cringey," you laugh.

"Please let me be, baby. I've waited for this for a long time. Let me have my moment," he huffs.

And that, you can't disagree with. The feelings you were carrying for so long, that made your chest heavy at every encounter with Jeongguk, those feelings finally have a place to go.

So you just close your eyes and breathe through the moment. A world where the person you've loved for so long reciprocates that love, it looks magical. 

You thoughts are interrupted by Jeongguk as he blows air on you eyelids to get your attention back on him. 

"So does this mean you let me in, baby?" 

And how you ache to tell him that you've let him in years ago. But you know how cheesy he can be. So you boop his nose and smile at him.

"Yeah, I let you in. Like all those years ago. I let you in."

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[chenle-dressed-in-black]

Could I get a Wayv reaction to s/o being in a co-ed group? P.S ur writing is stellar 💛

✰ 𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕧 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ✰ | his gf is in a co-ed group

m.list

     Hey, everyone! For this one, I'm making Y/N female. If anyone would like a different version or take with another gender, just send me an ask and your wishes shall come true. I am queer myself and never want to exclude anyone from my posts, but I also know that the majority of my audience is female. However, I try to stay gender neutral generally and specify when I'm not. I am open to writing a Y/N of any gender/sexuality! Enjoy~

Kun

     You've been training for this moment for almost a year. Through the breakdowns and exhaustion, your boyfriend has supported you and held you when you needed it. Now your dreams are coming true, so how could he be anything but ecstatic for you?

     You always wanted to be in a co-ed group and now you're debut comes in under a week! This is a wonderful thing, so it confuses him when, one morning at breakfast, Hendery asks, "Aren't you worried about Y/N spending so much time around four handsome guys who aren't you?"

     Kun bursts out laughing. "Are you serious?"

     "I'd be a little nervous," he replies with a shrug. "Just saying."

     "No, I am not worried that Y/N is going to leave me for her members, if that's what you're getting at," says Kun. "Why are you even asking me shit like that?"

     "Shit like what?" you ask, striding into the room with messy hair.

     "Hendery here seems to have some lingering insecurities. Can you believe he just asked me if I was worried about you being around the boys in your group?"

     Resting a hand on Kun's shoulder from behind, you shoot him a serious look. "You know you've got nothing to worry about, obviously?"

     "I know, I know," says Kun. He points at Hendery. "Tell him that."

     Hendery shoots his arms up in a display of innocence. "They're hot, is all I'm saying."

Ten

     After a long day of practicing a new choreography, he’s in the car with his members on the way home. When you call, he’s laughing at a joke Sicheng just made. 

     “Hey, babe,” he says, tone airy. You can hear the end of his chuckle. “What’s up? Is everything okay?” 

    “Are you done with your schedule yet?” 

    At the grimness of your tone, his face falls and his members make worried expressions, but he hushes them. “I’m in the car right now. We’re like five minutes from our place. Why? Is something wrong?” 

     “Do you think that you could come to my place tonight?” 

     “Yeah,” he says quickly. “But I should probably shower first. I could head over in like thirty minutes? You sound like something’s really wrong, Y/N. Are you okay?” 

     “Yeah, just let me know when you’re downstairs so I can buzz you in. I want to talk to you about something important. See you then.” 

     Before he can inquire further, you’ve hung up. His mind turns in circles as the members speculate themselves. She’s not about to break up with me, right? I don’t think I did anything, he thinks, but it fails to ease his anxiety. He showers quickly and hurries to your apartment. You let him inside, motioning for him to take a seat. He’s freaking out a little at the seriousness of it all. It feels like something final is about to happen. 

     “What’s going on?” he asks. “Please tell me, because I’m kind of confused and a little scared.” 

     You nod from your spot across the room where you lean against the fake fireplace. “Do you remember how I auditioned a few months ago to be a trainee? Well, I made the cut. I’m going to be debuting in six months.” 

     “That’s amazing!” He’s picking you up and spinning you around before you know it. “I’m so happy for you, but why did you make it seem like a bad thing?”

     “That’s the thing.” You hesitate. “It’s a six member group. Three of us are girls and three of us are guys . . .” 

     “What does that matter?” 

     You watch his expression. “I’m going to be living with three guys pretty soon. I wasn’t sure if you’d like it or if you’d have a problem with it. The way it worked out, I’m actually going to be sharing a room with one of them, too.”

     “Y/N,” he says, taking your chin in his hands. “I couldn’t care less. I trust you. I’m just happy that you’re getting what you always wanted.” 

     “Really?”

     He nods. “Really.”

Sicheng

     When you announce to him that you’re debuting in a four member co-ed group, he only says: “Does this mean we can’t live together anymore?”

     You can’t help but crack a smile at the pout on your fiance’s face. “I had to convince the company not to make me move into the dorm. They did have some conditions, though.” 

    “What kind of conditions?” he asks. 

    You spit your next words out to get them over with. “They want us to go public.” 

     “Well, you know I wouldn’t care about that,” Sicheng says, “but I know what my company would say.”

     “And what’s that?”

     “They would want us to get married before we go public.”

     Your eyes widen. “Oh, wow.” 

     “I know,” he says quickly. “We just got engaged a couple weeks ago and we haven’t even set a date or decided if the wedding would be in China or your hometown or in Seoul or what language we could even do the whole thing in so everyone could understand what’s happening. We were going to save more money for it first. You need a dress and we’ve got to hire a planner and pick out, like, cake and decorations or whatever. I know that’s not in the cards and you probably wouldn’t want to rush one of the most important days of our lives because our companies want us to and—“

     The grin on your face shuts him up. “Have you ever heard of Las Vegas?” 

     “The place in America with the casinos?”

     “We could get married there,” you say. “As soon as we want. You and me.”

     He shakes his head. “Wait, are you saying you want to get married right now? I thought you wanted your family to be there.” 

     “Do you want to marry me, Sicheng?”

     You’re standing close to him now. “I’m the one who asked you in the first place. Of course I do.” 

     “Let’s buy plane tickets and get married. Just you and me. I want to marry you. We can have another service later with family or something. It doesn’t matter to me. I just want you.” 

     He kisses you softly. “I love you.” 

Lucas

     In your time as an idol, you’ve been involved in many projects and temporary groups, but now you’re getting a real chance to have a stable idol career. The only catch is that you’ll be in a group of three and both of the other two are men. Although it doesn’t matter to you one way or another, especially since you’ve worked with a lot of male idols over the years, you aren’t sure how your boyfriend will react. 

     “Lucas, I don’t want you to freak out.” 

     His eyes narrow. “That’s exactly what someone says before they say something that’s gonna freak you out.” 

     “I’m joining a real group,” you say slowly. “It’s a trio with me and two other idols. One we don’t know yet, but he’s gonna be a guy. The other is Min Kyungsam.” 

     “Wait a minute, isn’t that the guy who’s always flirting with you on Twitter and stuff? The one who named you his ideal type?” 

     You close your eyes and nod. “Yes, but I’ve talked to him and he’s actually really nice. All of that stuff was fan service. He’s been very polite about it.” 

     “You’ve already met him?” says Lucas. His tone is clipped now like he’s holding something back. “How long have you known about this?” 

     “Just this week. We haven’t had the chance to sit down and talk about it until now. I thought you might have some reservations. I’ve only met Kyungsam twice, by the way. Our company arranged the first meeting and we got coffee a couple days after that. He cleared the air about all that stuff.” 

     He shakes his head, running his fingers through his hair. “You want me to say I’m fine with it but I’m not. It’s not because they’re guys. I’m sure the other one will be fine. It’s just—do you really trust him after every comment he’s made about you?”

     “Trust comes with time,” you say. “But I don’t like think he’s dangerous or something. I don’t know him well, but he seems like a good person.” 

     “Your company put you two together for a reason. The fans ate it up when he pined over you on social media, so what do you think they’d want from you guys in a situation where you’re together all the time? God, are you going to be, like, dancing all over each other? I’m sorry, but it makes me sick just imagining it.” 

     “My managers know you and I are together,” you explain, “and that I will not pursue anything with Kyungsam, fake or real, for the fans. His supposed crush on me gets people’s attention, but we’re not pushing it any further than that.” 

     Lucas is quiet for a long time. You catch a tear slip from his eyes. “Y/N, this is how it happens,” he manages. “This is how they break us up without having to lift a finger. His feelings for you and the relationship between the two of you is completely public, but what we feel for each other will never be. He has so much leverage over me. He can make the fans pine for you two with words I could never say to anyone. I can’t tell anyone how much I love you—how I can’t sleep when you’re not beside me or how I always bake your favorite cookies for you when you’re feeling down. People will know about you guys, but never about us. It’s going to break my heart.” 

     “No one is breaking up, alright?” You wrap your arms around his torso, burying your head in his chest. “I want you to meet him yourself. Give him a chance. I’m not going to sit by and let the fans plan out my future with Kyungsam. I won’t let them. Do you trust me?” 

     “With my life.” 

     “Then I’ll take care of it.”

Dejun

     There’s a city of lights outside the window of your hotel room. Although it’s just before five in the morning, there are people walking on the wide sidewalks of Manhattan. You can hear their laughter from the seventh floor. Something pulls your hand open. 

     “You’re gonna hurt yourself,” Dejun says, “clenching your fist that hard.” 

     “Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize I was doing it. How many more minutes?” 

     Rubbing soothing shapes into your back through the hoodie of his you borrowed, he presses a kiss into your hair. “Only three more.” 

     Three minutes until it’s six p.m. in Seoul and the email gets sent out. 

     The two of you are sitting on the white queen-sized bed, hunched over your laptop, which emits a white light. Other than the glittering lights of the city shining in through the window and the laptop, you’re in the dark. He woke up with you to keep you company, even though he has a show tonight and he’ll be exhuasted. Actually, he was up before you. Dejun made you a cup of tea to ease your nerves. 

     “It’s okay,” you say, more to reassure yourself than anything else. “I know I’m getting into a group no matter what eventually. So what if I don’t get into the coolest group debuting in the next ten years? So what if I end up in a mediocre group that struggles to make ends meet? It’s no big deal! Just the single defining moment of my career.”

     “Y/N,” he says, a hint of scolding in his words. “That’s no way to look at it. I’m sure you’ll get put in the co-ed group like you want. You’re incredibly talented, and your vibe suits a less feminine group. Here, have some of your tea.” 

     As the clock strikes five, and he tries to hand the tea to you, you refresh the page and let out a squeal of excitement. Your arms go up and you knock the hot tea right out of his grasp. It spills all over his bare legs. Now he’s squealing, too. 

     “Oh my god!” you cry, trying to wipe the tea off him with the sleeves of your hoodie. “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” 

     His face is strained. “Yeah, I’m great. It’s not burning anymore. What group did you get?” 

    You push the laptop towards him, closing it once you’ve seen his face light up with joy. Then both of you are crying out in excitement. You start crying and he can’t stop himself from doing the same at your happiness. Dejun hugs you, pecking your neck a hundred times. 

     “I’m so proud of you,” he whispers. “I knew it would work out.” 

Hendery

     Honestly, it feels like the two of you have barely gotten to see each other for weeks because of how busy you’ve been preparing to debut with your new group. You’ve been staying at your company at night in a spare room because of the demanding schedule. It’s not something Hendery is used to. He misses you so badly, but he figures that this is what you’ve been dealing with for years. 

     He jumped at the invitation to visit your company and meet the four members of your group. You haven’t had the chance to tell him anything about them, except that one of them is from Macau like he is, so he’s extremely excited to meet her. 

     Upon his arrival, you rush out of the stairwell, barreling into the lobby until you reach him. Hendery returns your embrace fiercely, even spinning you around a couple of times. You’re both giggling when he puts you down. That’s when he notices the people who came behind you. There’s a short girl and three guys. He does a double-take. 

     The guy you point to must be more than six feet two. “This is Yunxi. He’s the one I told you about, from Macau.” 

     “Hi,” says Yunxi. “Y/N’s told us so much about you. It’s nice to meet you finally.” 

     “You, too,” says Hendery, trying to recover himself and not make a scene. “You’re the first person from Macau I’ve met in Korea.” 

     You’re smiling brightly. “This is Junghwa. That’s Sanghoon and Beomseok.”

     “I didn’t know there would be guys in the group!” he says. “That’s awesome.” 

     “Have you eaten yet, Hendery?” Junghwa asks, her voice kind. “We were about to grab lunch somewhere if you’d like to join.” 

     “I wouldn’t want to intrude.” 

     You grab his ear. “Don’t be silly. They’re excited to get to know you. And Sanghoon’s boyfriend is meeting us there, too!” 

     Even though he is definitely shocked, the five of you seem like a family already and his heart warms for you.

YangYang

     The relationship between the two of you is practically brand-new. You met two months ago on a blind date that a mutual friend set up. All you knew going in is that both of you are idols. The past few weeks have been full of dinner dates, movie nights, late-night drives around Seoul, and walks along the Han river. You’re texting all the time and waiting until you can see one another next. You’re both caught up in the thrill of lovesickness. 

     One night, you’re sitting together in the hot tub on the terrace of your penthouse. Your head is on Yangyang’s shoulder and his arm is wrapped around your waist. String lights wrap hang over the hot tub. 

     “Do you have to go back to your apartment tonight?” you ask.

     “No,” he says softly. “I can stay . . . but there’s something that I want to ask you about.” 

     You move back until you can see his face. “Ask away.” 

     “Listen, I’m not a stalker or anything, but I was on Instagram last night and this post about you came up on my feed,” he says. “You we were with this one guy, and I ended up down a rabbit hole. People were doing a lot of talking about you and this handsome man together. I guess I’m just curious who he is.” 

     “Are you talking about Jesse?” you say with a laugh. “Was there a bunch of shit shipping us together?” 

     “Yeah, there was lots of that.” 

     “Jesse is just one of my members. People have been trying to force us together since our debut.” 

     “Oh, okay,” says YangYang. “You’re in a group with guys?” 

     “There’s eight of us. Four guys and four girls.” 

     YangYang sighs gratefully. “That’s pretty cool. I honestly got a little worried looking at all that stuff.” 

     “Well, I promise you’ve got nothing to worry about from Jesse and me. We’ve been friends for like nine years. Oh, he’s also engaged.”

     “While my group doesn’t have any girls, it’s very unique,” says YangYang with a grin. “Guess how many members there are.” 

     “Seven.” When he shakes his head, you try again. “Ten?” 

     “More.” 

     “More than ten?” you say. “Thirteen.” 

     “Even more than that.” 

     You splash him and he bursts out laughing. “No way. You’ve got to be lying. How many members are there?” 

     “Right now, there are twenty-three.” 

     The look on your face makes him laugh even harder, staring up at the night sky.

[ikemenomegas]

No on asked for this, I should be working on the wish prompts but

fukuzawa's alpha is like the rich great aunt for everyone in the agency except for their own kids and... ranpo's partner.

It's not like they don't like ranpo's alpha. it's just different.

atsushi's partner? agency appa is making sure to help them not take atsushi's anxiety induced emotional withdrawals personally.

kunikida's partner is like their personal trainee, because being the shadow support for the agency is hard work.

tanizaki's alpha has tea with agency appa fairly regularly. this is also the weirdest relationship because at some point they start shopping for /cough items together. tanizaki's alpha is doing the teaching. also naomi is straight up their niece.

actually i take it back...

the weirdest is with dazai's partner because with agency appa there's not a lot of conversation. it's mostly agency appa having a fukuzawa style staring contest with them, while dazai's alpha just lets them stare. when agency appa asks them "are you okay?" they get the sweetest "i'm/we're fine ^^." agency appa mostly leaves yosano to deal with that one.

speaking of yosano. as for yosano's partner? well they've always wanted a true in-law child. it's not shovel talk but they have the kind of relationship where yosano's partner has this idea that if they ever hurt yosano, they're offering the fukuzawas a knife with their own hands to be cut down.

agency appa takes trips with kenji's partner to the countryside sometimes and helps with getting their kids into a good daycare if needed

ranpo's alpha? clearly they're observant, intuitive, and accepting enough to both get along with ranpo and have attracted his attention. but also, that's agency appa's baby and no one will ever really be good enough even if they're perfect. you know, the way the youngest child is always the baby? ranpo is agency appa's baby and if ranpo's partner purposefully leads him into anything dangerous, they might just sell their information to mori as a personal favor. this is understandably annoying for ranpo so agency appa keeps all this conflicted feelings hidden.

(they'd feel the same way about kyouka but she's clearly able and willing to stab a threat thirty times in the chest so she's probably physically fine)