#he has a love-hate relationship with his “family”

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Hii new here and love your work already!

May I request Something about Junhui

Y/n being sick during her pregnancy (if you are comfortable) and Junhui brings her with them while they filmed “In the Soop” to keep an eye on her and unknowingly their relationship gets exposed once the episode air and she cries real bad and the group help him calm her down!

Unexpected Reveal | idol!Jun x Reader | angst, fluff

Filming In the Soop was supposed to be a peaceful getaway. A chance for the members to relax, reset, and spend quality time together away from the usual chaos of idol life.

But for Junhui, this trip had an entirely different purpose.

"You sure you’re okay with this, baobei?" (A/N: For everyone who don't know what baobei means, it means something like Darling) Jun asked softly, kneeling beside the couch where Y/N lay, bundled in a thick blanket. His hand brushed against her forehead, checking for any lingering fever. "We can still go back if it’s too much for you."

She shook her head, offering him a weak smile. "I’d rather be here with you than alone at home."

Y/N was in the early stages of her pregnancy, and it had been far from easy. Morning sickness hit her hard, exhaustion came in waves, and her body ached in ways she hadn’t expected. Jun had barely let her out of his sight, and when filming In the Soop came up, he insisted on bringing her along—secretly, of course.

The members had been incredibly supportive. Seungcheol and Jeonghan helped distract the cameras, Woozi pretended not to see Jun sneaking into Y/N’s room every night, and the younger ones took turns delivering food to her cabin so she wouldn’t have to move much.

It worked.

Or at least, they thought it did.

When the episode aired weeks later, the internet exploded.

Clips of Jun carefully adjusting a pillow in an empty room. A faint silhouette in the background of his personal vlog. The way he seemed distracted, always checking his phone.

And then, the biggest mistake of all—one of the GoPro cameras accidentally left on inside the cabin.

It wasn’t much, just a short clip of Junhui entering with a warm bowl of soup and a soft, “Baobei, you need to eat.” But it was enough.

The comments flooded in.

*Who’s in Jun’s room??? *Did he just say ‘baobei’?????? *Wait, is this why he kept disappearing during the show?! *Jun’s married?! JUN HAS A WHOLE WIFE????

The speculation spiraled out of control. Some fans celebrated, some felt betrayed, and some simply refused to believe it.

But the damage was done.

Y/N sat curled on their couch, knees pulled to her chest, as she scrolled through the endless posts. The anxiety swelled in her chest until it was unbearable, and before she could stop herself, she burst into tears.

"Y/N, hey—" Jun rushed to her side, alarmed. "Baobei, don’t cry. Please don’t cry."

“I ruined everything,” she sobbed, voice shaky. “Everyone’s talking about you. About us. What if—what if it affects your career? What if people hate you because of me?”

Jun’s heart clenched.

He gathered her into his arms, rubbing slow circles on her back as she cried into his chest. “Shh, that’s not true. You didn’t ruin anything, okay? If anything, this was my fault—I should’ve been more careful.”

The door suddenly burst open, and in came Seungcheol, followed closely by Jeonghan and Minghao.

“Is she okay?” Jeonghan asked, concern etched in his features.

“No,” Jun answered honestly, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Seungcheol crouched down in front of them, resting a gentle hand on Y/N’s knee. “Hey, don’t read the comments, okay? People will always have things to say, but they don’t know you. They don’t know how much Jun loves you, how much he’s willing to fight for you.”

Minghao sat beside her, his voice soft. “You’re not alone in this. We’re family. We’ll handle this together.”

Y/N sniffled, looking up at them. “But… what if they—”

“They won’t.” Jun cut her off firmly. “Even if they do, I don’t care. You and our baby matter more to me than any of this.”

She let out a small, choked laugh. “That was really cheesy.”

Jeonghan smirked. “He’s been watching too many dramas again.”

Laughter rippled through the room, lightening the heavy atmosphere.

Jun wiped her tears, cradling her face in his hands. “We’ll be okay, baobei. I promise.”

And looking at the warmth surrounding her, the love in Jun’s eyes, and the unwavering support of their family, Y/N finally let herself believe it.

[dreamersparacosm]

jeon jungkook - loves me, loves me not (part one)

warnings ; alcohol consumption, rich asshole!jk and girlboss!reader, not any crazy warnings yet just wait till part 2 lovers

request ; linked here.

prompt ; in which two childhood best friends fake a relationship for the public eye, but after one rule-breaking kiss, neither of them can pretend anymore.

note ; WELLLLLL i may have turned this into a two part series. im a sucker for rich dudes what can i say?? 😩 also you need to listen to LES by childish gambino while reading. its a vibe

The first time you met Jeon Jungkook, you were just a child—an heir to immense wealth, brought to the event by your parents as a gateway to what your future would look like. Jungkook, all wide eyes and restless energy, sat in the corner, utterly bored as everyone’s parents spoke in hushed, businesslike tones. Then you arrived, small in stature but brimming with confidence, your sharp eyes scanning the room as though you owned it already at the mere age of 11.

"Who are you?" Jungkook had asked in a childish tone, completely unimpressed.

You lifted your chin, your voice unwavering. "Your worst nightmare if you get in my way."

He had smirked, intrigued. No one ever spoke to him like that.

From that day forward, you were inseparable. Your families had long been bound by business—partners in an empire spanning luxury hotels, high fashion, and global investments. Your parents met at Harvard University in America, and flew back home to Korea to build an empire. They met Jungkook’s parents at a gala while they were pregnant with you, his mother pregnant with him, and they built a dynasty with their names attached since then. Privilege had shaped you both, but you had forged vastly different paths within its gilded cage.

Jungkook leaned into his arrogance, aware that the world bent easily to his will. Charismatic, cocky, effortlessly charming, he rarely had to try too hard. People either feared him or adored him.

You, on the other hand, refused to be defined by your wealth. Ambitious and relentless, you were determined to carve out your own legacy, not simply inherit one. Where Jungkook was reckless, you were disciplined. Where he smirked, you rolled your eyes. Your friendship had always been a battlefield of wit and will, a relentless push and pull that neither of you could resist.

But despite the teasing, the taunts, the fiery clashes, there was one unshakable truth: you always had each other’s backs.

Now, as adults, your worlds are more entwined than ever. Your names dominate the same headlines, your presence expected at the same glittering galas. And somewhere along the way, something between you has shifted. Jungkook, ever the rich asshole, lingers a little too close these days, his gaze heavier, unreadable. And you—you hate the way your pulse betrays you when he does.

Neither of you speaks of it.

Not yet.

Your life is a carefully constructed empire of ambition. You are relentless, a force in boardrooms and high-rise offices, your name more than just an inheritance but a brand in its own right. Your days are filled with power moves, sharp words, and negotiations that leave men twice your age scrambling to keep up. You’ve worked tirelessly to be more than just a daughter of wealth—you are a woman who commands it.

Jungkook lives as though the world is his playground. He floats through life effortlessly, draped in luxury, his days blending into a haze of fast cars, designer watches, and champagne-soaked nights. He spends frivolously, moving through clubs and women with the same ease he always has, never needing to work because his name alone carries weight.

He mocks your long work hours; you roll your eyes at his recklessness. He drags you to parties when you’ve spent too much time behind a desk, and you remind him of responsibilities he’d rather ignore. Somehow, in the chaos of it all, you find balance in each other.

Your phone buzzes on your desk, the name flashing across the screen making you groan.

“Mom, I’m in the middle of something," you say, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Aigo, do you even know what’s happening? Have you seen the news?" your mother’s voice is sharp, frustration laced in every syllable. "Jungkook!—he’s done it again. Another scandal, another mess, and guess who’s getting dragged into it? Our family! Do you know how bad this looks for your father’s business?"

You exhale, glancing out the floor-to-ceiling windows of your office. Seoul stretches out before you, endless and glittering, but right now, all you can focus on is the impending headache forming behind your eyes.

"What did he do this time?" you ask, already bracing yourself.

"Pictures! At some club, with some idol—I think her name is Jennie! He’s so careless! Your father’s investors are already whispering. They’re asking if our family is associated with such recklessness. This is not just about Jungkook anymore, this is about our entire name. You need to do something. Talk to him. Fix this."

Of course. It always comes down to you.

You rub your temples, suppressing the urge to let out a frustrated groan. "I’ll handle it."

"You better, because if this continues, even his name won’t be enough to protect him."

The call ends, and you stare at your phone for a long moment before tossing it onto your desk. Of course he’s made another mess. And of course, it’s up to you to clean it up.

With a resigned sigh, you grab your coat and reach for your car keys. If Jungkook thought he was getting out of this unscathed, he was in for a rude awakening.

For the longest time, you had put up with Jungkook’s antics as his designated best friend and life consultant, but as time stretches, you grow less and less fond of his wrongdoings. You spend most of your time locked in your office, and the amount of time you’re spending driving over to his home in Korea’s elite neighborhood, you would rather be signing the acquisition paperwork you needed to finalize.

You step into Jungkook’s penthouse, and the stench of alcohol and cigarette smoke greets you before you even lay eyes on the disaster. The place is a warzone—empty liquor bottles and glasses scattered across the marble countertops, designer jackets thrown carelessly over furniture, and a faint bass still pulsing from the sound system like the remnants of last night refuse to die.

And there he is—lounging on his massive couch like he owns the world, dressed in an effortlessly expensive sweatshirt and sweatpants, one arm draped over the backrest, the other holding his phone as he scrolls mindlessly.

He barely looks up when you walk in. "Took you long enough."

You let out a sharp breath, tossing your coat onto a chair. "Are you serious, Jungkook? Have you even looked outside? Do you have any idea what kind of mess you’ve made this time?"

He finally lifts his gaze, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Good morning to you too."

"Don’t start with me." You cross your arms, eyes burning into him. "Do you even realize how bad this is? My mother just called me, livid, because apparently your little scandal is making investors nervous. They’re pulling back. The media is tearing you apart. And for some reason, I’m the one who has to deal with it. Again."

Jungkook exhales, slow and lazy, setting his phone down. "God, you’re dramatic." He pats the empty space next to him. "Come sit. Have a drink. Relax."

You stare at him, incredulous. "Relax? That’s your plan? Just ignore everything and hope it goes away?"

"Pretty much. It usually does."

You scoff, running a hand through your hair. "You’re impossible."

"And yet, here you are."

You narrow your eyes. "Because someone has to keep you from completely ruining yourself."

Jungkook tilts his head, watching you carefully. "See, that’s what I love about you. You always come running, no matter how much you complain about it."

You roll your eyes. "Don’t flatter yourself. I’m here because my family’s name is tied to yours, and I’m not about to let you drag us down with you."

"Right. Of course. It’s all about business with you, isn’t it?" He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "You’ve spent so much time building your empire, making a name for yourself, proving to the world that you’re more than just some rich heiress. But at the end of the day, you’re still here, cleaning up after me. Doesn’t that tell you something?"

You exhale sharply, refusing to let his words get to you. "Yeah. It tells me you’re an overgrown man-child who refuses to take responsibility for anything."

He chuckles, low and amused. "You say that, but you’d miss me if I changed."

"Try me."

Jungkook grins, leaning back against the couch. "Alright. I’ll handle it."

You raise a brow. "Oh, really? And how exactly do you plan to do that?"

"I’ll make a few calls, talk to my PR team, smooth things over. Maybe even issue a statement if I’m feeling generous."

You cross your arms, unimpressed. "You should’ve done that the second this scandal broke."

"You’re right," he says easily. "But then I wouldn’t have gotten to see you storm in here all pissed off. It’s kind of hot."

You throw a pillow at him. "Grow up."

He catches it effortlessly, laughter dancing in his eyes. "Where’s the fun in that?"

You shake your head, exasperated, but you don’t leave. And he doesn’t ask you to. Because this is how it always goes—you, trying to fix him. Him, making it impossible.

And neither of you willing to walk away.

The next day, you savor the rare luxury of a slow morning. The scent of fresh coffee fills your apartment as you stretch on your couch, sinking into the plush cushions. Weekends like this—where you aren’t running between meetings, negotiating deals, or cleaning up someone else’s mess—are rare. And after last night, you desperately needed this.

After you had made Jungkook swear up and down he would draft the most pleasant, professional PR statement, he, as he always does, poured you your favorite glass of red wine and let you spill about your workday. You had told him all about your new intern who messed up the documents that had taken 30 hours of negotiation, and how you’re pretty sure your coworkers are hooking up. And he listened, like he always does, shit-eating grin on his face as he continues to pour your wine whenever it gets dangerously low.

Your temples still throb slightly, a dull reminder of the whiskey Jungkook had so easily convinced you to drink after you finished your wine. And because dealing with him always leaves you wound up, you’d treated yourself to a massage in the wee hours of the morning, determined to indulge in the quiet.

Then, your phone rings, the shrill sound of it causing you to groan.

You sigh heavily, reaching for it on the coffee table. "Mom? What is it now?"

"Turn on the news. Now."

Your heart drops at the urgency in her voice. Fumbling for the remote, you flip to the news channel, and the moment the screen comes to life, your stomach twists.

Jungkook’s face is everywhere. Headlines flashing across the screen—speculation, outrage, blurred photos of whatever he’s done this time. You don’t even need to hear the words to know it’s bad.

Panic surges through you. You hang up on your mother halfway through her sentence and start calling him, your fingers shaking slightly as you press his contact. One ring. Two. Three. Voicemail.

"Come on, Jungkook. Pick up."

You try again. And again. Nothing.

A text notification pops up. For a brief second, relief floods through you—until you see the sender.

Jungkook’s mother.

Can you come over?

Your stomach knots. Jungkook’s mother has always been like another mother to you—warm, elegant, endlessly patient despite the chaos her son brings. If she’s reaching out to you instead of handling this herself, then whatever’s happening is worse than you thought. And she never calls for you unless she believes you’re the only one who can get through to him.

You don’t hesitate.

Grabbing your coat, you head for the door, your heart pounding in your chest.

You drive too fast.

Your hands grip the wheel tightly, heart pounding against your ribs as you weave through traffic, nearly running a red light in your haste. The image of Jungkook’s face on the news, the guilt in his eyes frozen in that grainy picture—it makes something inside you burn.

By the time you reach his family’s estate, your tires screech slightly as you pull up. You barely register the grand entrance, the pristine gardens, the luxury that usually stands as a symbol of power. All you see is the group waiting for you in the foyer.

Your mother. Your father. Jungkook’s mother, her eyes tired yet warm as always. His father, expression tense with disappointment.

And then there’s Jungkook.

Sitting on one of the plush chairs, hands clasped between his knees, head bowed slightly. He looks guilty as hell. Like a kid who’s just been caught doing something unforgivable. Like that time when he ripped your Barbie’s heads off and your mother dragged him by his shirt to the corner.

His father is the first to speak. "What the hell were you thinking? Do you even understand the damage you’ve done?"

"Again," your mother adds, exasperated. "Every time we think you’ll finally grow up—"

"I know," Jungkook mumbles. "I screwed up."

His mother sighs, shaking her head before turning to you. "Thank you for coming so quickly. I know it’s always you cleaning up his mess, and I don’t take that for granted."

She steps closer, placing a gentle hand on your arm. "You represent us all so well. More than he ever does. I don’t know what we’d do without you."

You swallow hard. You want to yell at Jungkook, to demand what the hell he was thinking, to let out the frustration you’ve been holding in since the moment you saw the news. But something about the way he sits there, quiet and chastised, makes you hold back.

Because for once, he already looks like he’s paying the price.

You’re still standing there, heart pounding, when Jungkook’s mother finally clears her throat. The tension in the room is thick, each person waiting for the inevitable lecture to continue, but instead, she smooths her hands over her skirt and speaks.

“I have an idea.”

Jungkook’s head snaps up. “That’s never a good thing.”

You fold your arms. “I already hate it.”

His mother ignores both of you. “What if the two of you started dating?”

Silence. A thick, deafening silence.

Then—

“WHAT?”

You and Jungkook both blurt it out at the exact same time, turning to each other in absolute disbelief.

Jungkook’s brows shoot up. “That has to be a joke.”

You let out a sharp laugh. “It’s a terrible joke.”

His mother shakes her head. “I’m serious.”

You take a step back, hands raised as if you need to physically push the idea away. “Absolutely not.”

Your mother sighs dramatically. “Don’t be so hasty—”

“I don’t date,” you interrupt. “Especially not him.”

Jungkook scoffs. “Excuse me?”

You turn to him, deadpan. “You heard me.”

He places a hand over his chest, mock-offended. “Okay, rude. Like I’d want to date you either.”

You narrow your eyes. “Perfect. Glad we’re on the same page.”

“Children, please,” your mother interjects. “Just listen for a second.”

Jungkook’s mother steps forward, her expression earnest. “Listen. Jungkook’s reputation is in shambles right now. The media sees him as reckless, irresponsible, a scandal waiting to happen. But you…” She gestures to you. “You’re respected, hardworking, an absolute force in the business world. People admire you.”

Your mother nods. “If the two of you were together, it would shift public perception. Instead of reckless playboy Jungkook, they’d see a man who’s maturing, stabilizing, taking things seriously. And for you, it would solidify your position even more. People love a power couple.”

Jungkook crosses his arms, skeptical. “So what? You want us to parade around, hold hands, pretend to be in love?”

“Exactly,” his mother says without hesitation.

You shake your head. “No way.”

Jungkook makes a face. “Yeah, no thanks.”

Both of your mothers exchange glances before speaking at the same time—

“Please.”

You exhale sharply. “You’re asking me to fake date Jungkook. Do you know how insane that sounds?”

Jungkook gestures at himself. “Do you know how exhausting that sounds?”

Your mother gives you a pleading look. “Sweetheart, you’ve been handling things for him anyway. This would just be a more… official way of doing it.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “I can fix his PR without pretending to be in love with him.”

Jungkook grins. “See? She can fix me without dating me.”

Your mother glares. “You are not helping.”

His mother steps in again, softer this time. “Look, I know it’s a big ask. But it would be temporary. A few months at most. Long enough to change the narrative, help him get back on track. And you know the press would eat it up.”

You glance at Jungkook, who looks just as unconvinced as you feel. “And if we say no?”

Your mother sighs. “Then we keep dealing with scandals. Investors will keep pulling out. The media will keep spinning stories, and eventually, it won’t just affect Jungkook—it’ll affect all of us.”

Your stomach twists. You hate this. Hate that it makes sense. Hate that there’s already a part of you weighing the pros and cons.

Jungkook groans, dragging a hand down his face. “This is ridiculous.”

Your mother’s voice is gentle but firm. “Just think about it.”

You exhale, crossing your arms. "Okay, but what’s in it for me?"

Your mother doesn’t miss a beat. "You hate when suitors reach out to you. If you’re ‘dating’ Jungkook, you’ll be off the market. No more annoying proposals, no more distractions. You can focus entirely on your work."

You pause. That… is actually a good point. Your business demands your full attention, and the last thing you need is your parents trying to push you into a real relationship.

Jungkook narrows his eyes at you, as if waiting for you to explode again. But instead, you shrug and say, "Fine. I’ll do it. But only for three months. After that, he’s on his own."

Jungkook’s mouth falls open. "Wait, what? That’s it? You’re just agreeing?"

His mother beams. "Oh, thank you, sweetheart! This means so much."

Jungkook throws his hands up. "Do I not get a say in this?!"

"No," the entire room answers at once.

His mother and yours immediately start making calls, talking excitedly about drafting contracts and managing the media. Within minutes, they’ve disappeared into another room, their voices blending into a flurry of planning.

Now, you’re alone with Jungkook. Which would be completely and totally fine, however, you just agreed to fake date him, so words aren’t tumbling out of your mouth as easily as you liked.

He groans, rubbing his temples. "This is insane."

You tilt your head. "Oh, it’s about to get even better."

He looks at you warily. "What does that mean?"

You pull out your phone, open your notes app, and start typing. "If we’re doing this, I’m setting my own rules."

He lets out a long sigh. "Of course you are."

"Rule one: No kissing."

Jungkook scoffs. "Duh."

"Rule two: No touching unless we’re in public. I don’t need you getting any ideas."

He smirks. "Oh please, like I’d even want to."

You ignore him, typing away. "Rule three: Two dates per month, in beautiful, expensive places. We need to sell this relationship properly."

Jungkook sighs. "Fine."

"And finally, a press conference. You need to publicly fix your wrongdoings."

He throws his head back. "You sound like my mom. No, worse—you sound like a business consultant."

You laugh, shoving your phone back into your pocket. "Shut up, idiot. This is the best deal you’re ever going to get."

He groans again but ultimately leans back in surrender. "Three months. Then I’m free."

You nod. "Three months."

Neither of you says it, but you both feel it—the weight of something shifting, something neither of you are quite ready to name. You push that feeling to the back of your brain, somewhere so far you’re certain it’s long gone, and just smile at him. It’s three months.

Over the next week, the media explodes with news of your relationship. Headline after headline announces the unexpected pairing, complete with curated photographs and speculative articles. Your parents do not play when it comes to PR—within minutes of signing their carefully spun contract, the story is everywhere.

Your coworkers congratulate you, some with genuine excitement, others with teasing smirks since you’re never seen dating. You take it all in stride, smiling through it, brushing off questions with ease.

And now, it’s the day of the press conference. The one you had to repeatedly beg Jungkook to do despite it being part of both yours and your parents’ contract.

Dressed impeccably, you make your way to Jungkook’s dressing room, pushing open the door to find him seated in front of a mirror, his hands loosely clasped in his lap. His usual cocky demeanor is absent, replaced by a quiet tension in his shoulders.

“You look like you’re about to throw up,” you comment, leaning against the doorframe.

Jungkook glances at you through the mirror, exhaling a small laugh. “Is it that obvious?”

“A little,” you admit, stepping closer. “It’s just a press conference. You’ve done a hundred of these.”

“Yeah, but never like this.” He rolls his shoulders, glancing at the neatly tailored suit he’s wearing. “My dad’s investors are going to be watching every move I make.”

You tilt your head, considering him. It’s rare to see him anything less than completely self-assured.

“You’ll be fine,” you say, voice steady. “You know what to say, and I’ll be right there. Just stick to the plan.”

Jungkook finally looks up at you, his dark eyes meeting yours in the mirror. There’s something in his gaze—something softer, something vulnerable.

“You always know what to say,” he murmurs, and for a brief second, the gratitude in his voice takes your breath away.

Your heart stutters, but you snap yourself out of it before it shows. You clear your throat, stepping back. “Of course. Someone has to keep you from embarrassing yourself.”

He smirks then, some of his usual arrogance returning. “Guess I’m lucky it’s you.”

You roll your eyes but can’t quite fight the small smile tugging at your lips. “Come on, let’s get this over with.”

Jungkook exhales once more, steadies himself, then stands, ready to face the cameras with you by his side.

The press conference is a battlefield—an unforgiving sea of flashing cameras, rapid-fire questions, and the sharp scrutiny of investors who smell blood in the water.

Jungkook sits beside his father, posture straight but just a little too rigid. You stand behind him, arms crossed, observing the way his fingers tap impatiently against his suit pants, the subtle clench of his jaw each time a question cuts too deep. He’s keeping his composure, answering with as much confidence as he can muster, but you can see it—the way pressure wraps around him like a noose, tightening with every expectation placed upon him.

And you hate it.

“Mr. Jeon,” an older investor speaks up, adjusting his glasses. “Given your past recklessness, how do you plan to ensure that your future actions don’t reflect poorly on your family’s legacy?”

Jungkook leans forward, his voice smooth but tense. “I understand the concerns—”

Another voice cuts him off. “Do you? Because the headlines say otherwise. Your name has been a liability, and the market confidence in your family’s company has wavered because of it.”

Jungkook swallows, opens his mouth, but you don’t wait for him to respond.

Before you can second-guess yourself, you step forward, your hand reaching for his.

The moment your fingers slip into his, he stills. The weight of the room shifts, every eye snapping to you as you take the mic from the table in front of him. There’s a pause—a collective breath held as the reporters adjust their focus. You meet their curiosity with a calm, unwavering gaze.

“With all due respect,” you begin, your voice smooth and firm, “Jungkook’s past actions do not define his future. The point of this press conference is to address concerns, not dwell on mistakes that have already been acknowledged. The Jeon family has taken the necessary steps to ensure that confidence in their legacy remains strong, and our partnership is just one of those measures. If you have questions regarding our future strategies, we’d be happy to answer them. But if you’re here only to scrutinize, then you might want to consider redirecting your energy into productive discussions.”

The room, once thick with chaos, begins to settle. There’s a beat of silence, then hushed murmurs of reluctant approval. Some of the more aggressive investors exchange glances, but no one immediately fires back. You feel Jungkook’s stare on you the entire time, his fingers still laced with yours, warm and steady.

“As for the future,” you continue, “Jungkook and I will be working closely together to ensure that not only is his reputation rebuilt, but that he continues to contribute meaningfully to his family’s business and the industries they lead.”

A reporter clears his throat. “So, you truly believe in him?”

Your lips quirk, eyes flickering to Jungkook for the briefest second. “I wouldn’t be standing here if I didn’t.”

As the final question dies down, you release the mic onto the table. The silence that follows is thick, charged. You turn slightly—just enough to see the look in Jungkook’s eyes, something caught between awe and something else you don’t dare name.

Then, his fingers tighten around yours.

A silent thank you. A quiet moment, just the two of you in a room full of people.

Your heart stumbles. Stupid heart. He is your best friend. Don’t be weird.

His father clears his throat and stands, taking over the conversation, thanking the press for attending. The tension dissipates, the pressure eases, and just like that, the worst is over.

Jungkook exhales next to you, his grip on your hand lingering for a second longer before he finally lets go.

But the warmth stays.

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The restaurant is one of the finest in Seoul, all dark wood interiors and golden chandeliers casting a warm glow over the entrance. Outside, the cameras flash like fireworks, capturing every moment as you step out of the sleek black car Jungkook had insisted on driving tonight. It’s date night, first one slated in your made-up contract. Despite it being fake, you had somehow found yourself standing in your closet for a few hours, picking out your finest, doing your hair… like it was real.

You had told yourself it’s just for appearances.

He steps around to open your car door, an easy smirk tugging at his lips. “Damn,” he murmurs, eyes dragging over your figure appreciatively. “You look hot.”

You roll your eyes, smoothing your dress as you rise to your full height. “Rule number two,” you remind him coolly. “No touching unless in public.”

Jungkook shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I wasn’t touching,” he points out. “Just stating the obvious.”

You arch a brow. “Let’s just get through this without you embarrassing me.”

“Embarrass you?” He gasps dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. “I am a delight to be around.”

Before you can respond, the flash of cameras reminds you why you’re here. With a practiced smile, you slip your hand into the crook of his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin through the expensive fabric of his button-down. He glances down at you, expression unreadable, before leading you toward the entrance.

Inside, the restaurant is quieter, the soft murmur of conversation replacing the chaos outside. A waiter leads you to a private table near the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline. The view is breathtaking, but you hardly have time to appreciate it before Jungkook pulls out your chair for you.

“You’re really laying it on thick tonight,” you murmur as you sit, eyeing him suspiciously.

He winks as he takes his seat across from you. “Gotta make it believable, right?”

You hum in response, unfolding your napkin and placing it on your lap. The waiter returns with a bottle of wine, and Jungkook gestures for him to pour. You watch as he swirls the deep red liquid in his glass before taking a slow sip, his eyes never leaving yours. There’s something in his gaze, something unreadable yet heavy, and for a moment, you forget to breathe.

“So,” he says, leaning back against his chair. “Tell me, how does it feel to be off the market?”

You scoff, taking a sip of your own wine. “Relieved, honestly. I can finally focus on work without my mother trying to set me up with every chaebol heir in Korea.”

Jungkook smirks. “Ah, so I’m just a glorified shield. Good to know.”

“You’re not just a shield,” you say sweetly. “You’re also a PR nightmare that I have to clean up.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Remind me again why I agreed to this?”

“You didn’t,” you remind him. “Everyone just told you to shut up.”

His laughter is soft, genuine this time. “Right. How could I forget?”

For a moment, there’s silence. The city lights flicker outside, the candle between you casting shadows across his sharp features. He’s beautiful like this—relaxed, unguarded, just Jungkook. And it terrifies you how easy it is to forget that this is all pretend.

“Are you nervous?” you ask suddenly, breaking the silence.

He tilts his head. “About what?”

“The rest of this,” you say, gesturing vaguely. “The fake dating. The public scrutiny. Keeping up the act.”

Jungkook exhales, running a hand through his dark hair. “No,” he admits. “Not with you.”

Your breath catches, but you force yourself to laugh, shaking your head. “That’s because I’m doing all the work.”

“Maybe.” He grins. “Or maybe you just make it easy.”

You don’t know what to say to that, so you take another sip of wine, willing your heart to stay steady.

This is just pretend. Just another job to handle. So why does it feel like the lines are already starting to blur?

The night stretches on, filled with laughter, stolen glances, and far more wine than you intended to drink. The candle between you flickers, casting golden light over Jungkook’s features, softening the sharp lines of his jaw and the teasing smirk that never quite leaves his lips.

“You know,” Jungkook muses, swirling the last of his wine in his glass. “I think this might be the best date I’ve ever been on.”

You snort, setting your empty glass down. “That’s because it’s not real.”

He leans in, resting his chin on his palm. “Or maybe I just have terrible taste in dates.”

You shake your head, laughing. “That sounds more accurate.”

By the time you step outside, the cool night air rushes against your flushed skin. The restaurant’s glow spills onto the sidewalk, illuminating the swarm of photographers waiting beyond the bushes. Their cameras are relentless, flashing like lightning, their voices blending into an indecipherable chorus of questions and shouts.

Jungkook places a hand on the small of your back, guiding you forward. “Smile, sweetheart,” he murmurs, amusement laced in his tone. “Wouldn’t want them thinking we’re miserable.”

You roll your eyes but oblige, pasting on a practiced, elegant smile. The wine makes everything feel lighter—your steps, your head, the way your body angles toward Jungkook without thought.

And then, what only happens in your worst nightmares occurs.

The heel of your shoe catches on the uneven pavement, and suddenly the world tilts. Your breath catches as gravity pulls you forward, but before you can even process the impending disaster, Jungkook moves.

Strong hands catch you instantly, arms firm around your waist as he steadies you. Your hands instinctively grasp his biceps, feeling the solid strength beneath his top. Your heart hammers against your ribs, your breath uneven as you look up at him.

His face is closer than it should be, eyes gleaming beneath the city lights. His hold is steady, unwavering. And then, just as your lips part to say something, he speaks first.

“I got you,” he murmurs, voice low, intimate.

Before you can react, before your brain can catch up with your racing heart, he leans in and presses a kiss to your cheek.

The world erupts around you.

Cameras go wild, shutters clicking furiously, flashes exploding in bursts of white. The reporters shout louder, their excitement palpable.

But all you can focus on is the warmth lingering where his lips met your skin, the way your fingers curl against his sleeves, the dizzying rush in your veins.

You force out a breath, steadying yourself as he pulls back, a cocky smirk playing on his lips. “You good?”

No. Absolutely not.

But you school your features into something resembling composure, letting out a small laugh as you step back. “Fine. Just… watch where I step next time.”

He chuckles, throwing an arm around your shoulders as he leads you toward the waiting car. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll always catch you.”

And the worst part is—you believe him.

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Seoul’s crisp autumn air carries the scent of street food and something sweet as you and Jungkook weave through the bustling shopping district. The city is alive with energy, neon signs flashing above you, the distant sound of buskers playing love songs on the corner. It’s another date—one that doesn’t even need to happen, but somehow, these outings have become routine.

It’s not weird, you tell yourself. You’re best friends. You’ve always been best friends. So what if your heart skips when he sends you a text about meeting up? So what if these dates are starting to feel more like… dates?

Inside a boutique, you browse the racks, fingers skimming over designer fabrics. Jungkook is beside you, hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat, watching with mild interest as you hold up a sleek black dress against yourself.

“You should try it on,” he says.

You smirk. “Trying to live vicariously through me, Jeon?”

He grins. “Maybe. Gotta make sure my girlfriend looks good.”

You roll your eyes at the title, but before you can retort, a stranger approaches. He’s well-dressed, confident, and flashing you a practiced smile.

“Hey,” the guy says smoothly. “I don’t usually do this, but I saw you from across the store and had to come over.”

Jungkook’s posture shifts immediately. His casual stance turns rigid, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watches the guy extend his hand to you.

“I’m Minho,” the stranger continues, “and I’d love to take you out sometime.”

Before you can respond, a strong arm snakes around your waist, pulling you firmly against Jungkook’s side. His body heat seeps into you, and the scent of his cologne—clean, warm, familiar—wraps around your senses.

“She’s taken,” Jungkook says smoothly, his voice dropping an octave. He punctuates the statement by running his hand down your arm, fingers tracing your wrist before lacing them with yours.

Minho blinks, clearly taken aback. His eyes dart between you and Jungkook. “Oh. I didn’t realize—”

“You realize now,” Jungkook cuts in, tilting his head with a smirk. “Thanks for stopping by, though.”

Minho offers a stiff nod before turning on his heel and disappearing into the crowd. The moment he’s gone, you exhale, only to realize you’re still wrapped in Jungkook’s hold. His hand lingers on your waist, his fingers still intertwined with yours.

Your heart is racing.

Jungkook must notice, because when he looks down at you, amusement flickers in his gaze. “Why do you look like you just ran a marathon?”

You glare at him, attempting to extract yourself, but he tightens his grip just slightly. His thumb strokes over the back of your hand, deliberate, teasing.

“Shut up,” you mutter, feeling heat creep up your neck.

His smirk widens. “Are you flustered?”

“No.”

“You are.” His voice is low, teasing, laced with something that makes your stomach flip. “Was it the touching?”

You scoff, shoving him away. “Please. Like you could ever have that effect on me.”

He lets you go with a chuckle, but there’s something in his eyes—something smug, something knowing.

And maybe, just maybe, he already knows the answer.

He must know the answer, or some kind of cheat code, because when you go to check out for your dress, he doesn’t even let you try and pull out your wallet, only lightly nudges you to move over so he can shove his AMEX into the card reader. And it’s not like you don’t have money — in fact, you like to think you have more than him — but the gesture leaves your mouth dry.

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Two months into the dating contract, and everything is going suspiciously well. You’re thinking any moment now, Ashton Kutcher is going to pop out and say Punk’d! and kill your entire family. The public adores you both, the headlines are filled with nothing but praise, and your parents practically beam every time they see you together. It’s almost too perfect. Almost.

This particular night, you’re seated at an upscale restaurant with Jungkook and both sets of parents, cameras flashing outside as photographers eagerly capture your entrance. The restaurant is dimly lit, the clinking of fine china and low murmurs of the elite forming the perfect background to your evening.

You’re in the middle of explaining your latest business venture when Jungkook, ever the dedicated “boyfriend,” picks up the bottle of expensive wine and tilts it over your glass, filling it with practiced ease.

“Wow, so gentlemanly,” you murmur dryly, watching as he sets the bottle down.

He smirks, leaning in slightly. “I do what I can for my beloved girlfriend.”

Your father chuckles approvingly while Jungkook’s mother clasps her hands together. “You two really do look good together.”

Jungkook doesn’t miss a beat. He lifts your hand from your lap, intertwining his fingers with yours as he looks at you with a sickeningly sweet gaze. “We are good together, aren’t we, jagi?”

Your fingers twitch in his grasp. You resist the urge to kick him under the table.

“Of course,” you say, voice smooth but laced with warning. “The best fake relationship I’ve ever been in.”

His parents don’t catch the sarcasm, but Jungkook does. He grins. “That’s because I’m the best fake boyfriend. So attentive, so charming…” His thumb strokes the back of your hand absently, and you swear your pulse betrays you for a split second.

Your mother, entirely oblivious to the silent battle, leans forward. “Sweetheart, tell them about that project you’re working on.”

Right. Business. Focus.

You clear your throat, ignoring the warmth seeping into your skin where Jungkook still holds you. “Yes, so I’ve been developing a new expansion for—”

“Isn’t she amazing?” Jungkook interrupts, turning to your parents with a proud expression. “I mean, I always knew she was brilliant, but the way she balances everything? Truly inspiring.”

Your jaw nearly drops. This man is laying it on thick tonight. You give him a sharp look, but he just winks at you. Your brain screams at you to get a grip.

His father nods approvingly. “It’s good to see you supporting her, Jungkook.”

“Oh, I support her in everything.” His voice drops just enough that only you can hear the playful lilt in it. “Even her very, very convincing eye rolls.”

You take a sip of your wine, masking the flustered feeling creeping up your spine.

Jungkook leans in slightly, dropping his voice again. “Careful, jagiya. You almost look like you’re enjoying this.”

You grip your glass tighter. Stupid heart. Don’t be weird.

Then, as if testing your limits, his fingers trail down your spine, slow and deliberate, until they rest at the small of your back. You nearly choke on your wine. His touch is light, teasing—just enough to send a shiver racing through you. He draws slow, lazy circles against the fabric of your dress, an absentminded motion that feels anything but casual.

You stiffen, willing yourself to focus on the conversation still happening around you, but the warmth of his hand lingers like an ember threatening to catch fire. Your skin tingles under his touch, and it’s infuriating, the way your body betrays you with the slightest brush of his fingers.

Your mother is still talking, oblivious to your inner turmoil, but Jungkook’s eyes flicker to yours, dark amusement dancing behind them. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

You clear your throat, sitting up straighter. “Anyway, as I was saying—”

Jungkook’s hand presses a little more firmly against your back, the heat of his palm spreading, anchoring you there. His fingers trace an idle path lower, and your breath catches.

You snap your head toward him, eyes narrowing in warning. He only raises a brow, all innocence, as if he’s not systematically unraveling your nerves one touch at a time.

“You okay?” he asks, feigning concern, his thumb brushing the base of your spine now.

No. You are not okay. You are dangerously close to forgetting that this—this entire thing—is fake.

You inhale sharply, forcing a tight smile. “Perfectly fine.”

Jungkook leans in just a fraction closer, enough that only you can hear the smirk in his voice. “Good. Because I’d hate to think my affectionate boyfriend duties are making you nervous.”

Dinner stretches late into the night, laughter spilling over wine glasses as the weight of expectations dissolves into the warm glow of expensive liquor. The restaurant hums with the kind of luxury only the elite can afford—crystal chandeliers, soft jazz, and the murmur of power woven into every conversation. Your parents, Jungkook’s parents, even Jungkook himself, are all in high spirits, a perfect picture of unity for the watching world.

By the time you all step out into the cool Seoul night, the paparazzi are still lurking, cameras flashing like fireflies. Jungkook’s hand rests lightly on your lower back, guiding you toward the waiting car with a confidence that makes your skin prickle. It’s an easy, natural touch—one that should mean nothing after years of friendship. And yet, it lingers, setting off something restless in your chest.

You slip into the sleek black car, Jungkook right beside you. The partition is up, the driver waiting for direction. You clear your throat, forcing yourself to look anywhere but at the man beside you.

“Take Jungkook home,” you instruct, your voice cool, professional. Like this is just another business meeting wrapping up.

Jungkook turns to you, a slow, almost lazy smirk stretching across his lips. “What, you’re not coming?” His voice is all silk and mischief, laced with the kind of teasing that has always been second nature between you. “I thought we were having fun.”

“We were,” you say, adjusting the hem of your dress as if that will steady you. “Now the night is over.”

He leans back against the seat, stretching his legs out, watching you with amusement. “You used to come over all the time. We’d stay up, watch bad movies, make fun of my dad’s ridiculous wine collection.”

“That was before.” You say. Before he started slipping a hand around your waist in public. Before his touch on your skin made you overthink. Before you found yourself watching him a second too long, your heart reacting to things it never should.

“Before what?” He leans in slightly, smirking. “Before you became hopelessly in love with me?”

You scoff. “Before this whole PR stunt. And keep dreaming. Plus, I have work in the morning,”

It’s not a lie, but it’s not the truth either.

Jungkook hums as if considering that answer, his eyes never leaving yours. The car slips into the quiet streets, city lights painting fleeting shadows across his face. His fingers drum idly against the seat between you before, ever so lightly, they drift onto your thigh.

It’s barely a touch, the kind of accidental brush that could be ignored if it weren’t for the heat it leaves behind. A slow, featherlight ghosting of his fingertips, just enough pressure to make you hyper-aware of every inch of space between you—which is suddenly not enough.

Your breath hitches.

His smirk deepens, the way it always does when he knows he’s getting under your skin.

His hand moves, fingers ghosting along the hem of your dress, just above your knee. It’s light, teasing, but it sends a shiver down your spine. “I think you’re avoiding me,” he murmurs.

You tilt your head, challenging. “I think you’re imagining things.”

His smirk deepens. “Am I?” His fingers trace slow, lazy patterns on your thigh now, his touch barely there.

You exhale sharply, ignoring the way your pulse jumps. “Jungkook, I swear—”

“You swear what?” His voice is low, his eyes flicking between yours and your lips. He’s enjoying this too much. “You’ll throw me out of the car?”

You slump back in your seat. No use in arguing with him.

“What’s wrong?” he murmurs, voice low, teasing. “You seem… tense.”

You swallow down the heat crawling up your spine and shoot him a glare. “You’re drunk.”

He tilts his head, pretending to think. “Maybe a little.”

“Then get out of my car.”

Jungkook chuckles, slow and deep, before finally pulling his hand away. “Alright, alright. No need to kick me out like I’m some one-night stand.”

“You’re right,” you say, feigning thoughtfulness. “They probably get more affection.”

He clutches his chest dramatically. “Ouch. You wound me.”

The car rolls to a stop in front of his building. The chauffeur gets out, opening the door for him, but Jungkook doesn’t move immediately. Instead, he turns to you one last time, studying you with something unreadable in his gaze.

“Goodnight, princess,” he murmurs, and there’s something almost too genuine beneath the teasing. Something that sends a shiver up your spine.

Before you can respond, he’s gone, stepping into the night with that lazy, confident stride, leaving you alone with nothing but the lingering warmth on your thigh and a heart that’s suddenly beating too fast.

Little do you know, Jungkook’s heart is doing the exact same thing.

As the car pulls away, you press your fingers to your temples. Stupid wine. Stupid Jungkook. And most of all, stupid heart.

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The gala is extravagant, even by your family’s standards. Crystal chandeliers drip from the ceiling, the soft hum of a string quartet weaving through the air as waiters in crisp black-and-white attire glide through the room, offering champagne on silver trays. It’s the kind of event you’ve attended a hundred times before—ornate, controlled, a display of power and influence disguised as philanthropy.

And yet, tonight feels different.

Maybe it’s the way Jungkook keeps his hand on the small of your back, a silent reassurance as he leans in to whisper snarky comments about the other guests, making you laugh behind your champagne glass. Or, maybe it’s the way he introduces you to business partners with a smooth, easy confidence, the words "my girlfriend" slipping from his lips so effortlessly it makes your stomach turn.

“Ah, so this is the woman who finally tamed you,” one older gentleman chuckles, clapping Jungkook on the shoulder.

Jungkook grins, turning his head to you with an expression so natural, so fond, it takes you off guard. "Tamed is a strong word. She just likes bossing me around."

You roll your eyes, forcing yourself to play along. "Someone has to keep him in line."

Their laughter blends into the room, and for a moment, you let yourself bask in the warmth of it. The way his parents watch you both with quiet approval, your mother beaming with pride, your father nodding in satisfaction. It’s everything they wanted from this arrangement. Everything they envisioned when they convinced you to go along with it.

Then why does it feel like something more?

“You okay?” Jungkook murmurs, his voice low enough for only you to hear as he guides you away from the crowd, his hand never leaving you. “You look… spaced out.”

You blink, shaking yourself out of your thoughts. “Yeah, just thinking.”

“Dangerous.”

You scoff, nudging him with your elbow, but he just chuckles, pulling you a fraction closer. The warmth of his palm through the fabric of your dress makes your pulse skip.

Two weeks. That’s all that’s left of this.

You should be relieved. This was always temporary. A contract. A performance. But the idea of it ending—of losing this version of him, of losing this version of yourself—makes your chest tighten.

Jungkook doesn’t seem to notice your inner turmoil. Or if he does, he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he watches you with a lazy smile, twirling a loose strand of your hair around his finger.

“You know, for someone who claims to hate public displays of affection, you sure don’t mind it now,” you tease, raising an eyebrow at his constant touches.

His lips curl into a smirk. "Can you blame me? You look hot tonight."

Your breath hitches, but you mask it with a roll of your eyes. "Jungkook."

“What? I’m just saying. If this is all coming to an end, I might as well enjoy it.”

The way he says it—so offhand, so unserious—stings more than it should. Because it is ending. And while he seems perfectly fine with that, you’re the one struggling to keep your emotions in check.

You force a laugh, tilting your head at him. "Don’t get too comfortable. Two more weeks and you’re back to being just my pain-in-the-ass best friend."

Jungkook hums, but there’s something unreadable in his gaze. Something that makes your stomach twist.

“Yeah,” he says softly, his thumb grazing your spine absentmindedly. “Two more weeks.”

And for the first time since this whole thing started, you wonder if you’re the only one dreading the end.

Stupid, stupid heart.

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[mellosdrawings]

May I ask what you like about Jamilkal?

Oh my gods ok Imma try not to infodump but also stay clear while I'm rambling.

So, mostly I'm a "platonic soulmates KaliJami" believer. It's less about romance or lust or whatever else and more about them just... gravitating around each other in a way that simply cannot be described with the words we usually associate with love.

Especially since you gotta add the hatred/hurt aspect to it all. The power imbalance. The fucked up situation they're both in. The traumas they've both gone through.

They love each other. They hate each other. They need each other. They keep sabotaging each other. They can't imagine their lives away from the other. They drag each other down and themselves all the time. They care so much for each other. They keep hurting each other.

It's all about tragedy. There is no way for them to heal and get a better relationship but by being separated. But they could never willingly part ways from each other. They'd need to be forcefully pulled apart, and even then they'd probably fight tooth and nail to get back to the other. Even when they're apart they can't stop thinking about each other. The other is seared in their DNA at this point, it'd be like cutting a limb to force them away from each other.

You might think "yeah but Jamil tried to kill Kalim." While he was overblotting, yes. As did all the overblotters, whether or not they loved the people they were attempting to hurt or not. But Jamil, while he did try to ruin Kalim's reputation and have him leave the school, never intended on hurting him. He could have done so much worse, Kalim and his family have so much faith in him, and the only thing he did was trying to get Kalim fired. He would have ended back under the Asim service as soon as school was done. He never meant to get rid of him forever, just push him away long enough so he could find himself.

Which he couldn't. Because fate simply refuses to leave them separated. Because Kalim or his father insisted they stayed together. And now you might think that Kalim is the one pushing this relationship, but have you heard just how much Jamil refers to Kalim? Kalim can live without Jamil, but damn is Jamil obsessed with Kalim. To an unhealthy extent.

Yes it's because of his upbringing. Yes it's because he fears for his and his family's sake. Yes it's because he's an overbearing mom friend. Doesn't change the fact that he has Kalim under his skin 24/7.

The point isn't that it's healthy. They could never be healthy together, no matter how much they try to change their dynamic. Jamil stifles Kalim's growth by being overbearing. Kalim stifles Jamil's growth by constantly relying on him. They feed off each other. Their flaws feed off each other. They just keep making each other worse.

And that's just such an interesting dynamic to explore. They're made for each other but they can't be together. Their story can only end well if they separate. It's as tragic as you could make.

So yeah. That's why I love KaliJami. They're a tragedy. They gonna burn together and they're gonna do it clinging to each other.

And boy, if that ain't love.

[buubonita]

This is too messy but no worries i will try to explain the connections and I ADDED the "its complicated" label because i can and relationships can be and are soooo pretty complicated sometimes and your perspective of that person can always change like the weather,, or in fact, they have a dynamic that is difficult for me to explain personally.

Lets start nyao! oh boy this is LONG.

Nightmare & Dream: its complicated. They have mixed feelings all the time, there are times when they genuinely can't stand each other, but their family love remains intact, only sometimes, living together is difficult. I dont think Nightmare hates Dream genuinely, just for moments, and i am speaking more from someone who haves a twin.

I'm not saying that the situation is the same because my brother and I are not at war, lol, I'm saying that disagreeing and fighting with the person with whom you have shared memories and time since the cradle is a constant.

Dream & Blue & Ink: Found Family & friends. I just like to think that they, rather than a poly like fans insist, function more like an imperfect but still functioning family.

Dream & Ink: Friends/It's complicated. Dream and Ink have mainly disenchanted ideals, but they can coexist without resentment. I think they care about each other.

Ink & Error: enemies/frenemies. Self-explanatory.

Error, Geno & Fresh: family found. I love to think that the three of them have an inexplicable connection, something rooted in their codes. I know that Fresh is an outcode, but the body they posses, I like to think that it is a variant of Aftertale Sans (not Geno, the other Sans) <3

Blue, Sans & Fell: I love the idea my besties proposed that there are TWO Underswap Sans in the multiverse (Blueberry belongs to the Stars and Swap makes up the Sans and Fell group). They are good friends and super hilarious together <33

Reaper & Geno: Secret 3rd thing. I wont explain it here tho.

Fatal Error & Error: they hate each other to death.

Fresh and Lust: Secret 3rd option! I like to think that they actually get along really well. They go to disco nights together on Saturday nights fr.

Horror, Dust & Fell: besties. They can be besties okay, i loveeee the idea of Horror and Fell getting along with Dust as their main bond, point in common. If Fell could help Dust, he maybe could help Horror <33

Killer & Color: besties and QRP. I dont have much to say that someone hasn't already said , they are cute! Super adorable as well :3

Killer, Dust and Horror: Frienemies, its complicated. Their relationship It is quite turbulent and there are moments of horrible tension between them, the atmosphere in which they meet is not very good and does not help either, but they are companions in misfortune who try to move forward. I like to think that I could improve with the help of Color (who I forgot to put in the circle but the board already looks terrible!!!) Anyways MTT + Color is defo my thing <33

Dust & Reaper: Acquaintances. Reaper has seen Dust a lot during his endless encounters with The Player. He keeps tempting him to shake his hand like a new friend, hehe <33

Nightmare & Killer: Its complicated, enemies & secret 3rd thing. I've said it before, Killer and Nightmare's relationship is so weird, at least from my perspective, it has so much potential, so many nuances to explore that it's hard to classify what the hell they are. They don't even know what they are or what they have, they think they know each other but there are always details that escape them. Do they hate each other? Maybe. Do they need each other? Who knows. It's weird. They're fucking weird. And I love it, because Nightmare and Killer don't have the same dynamic or personal history that Nightmare and Horror and Dust do. One of my faves.

Color & Nightmare: Enemies. Its complicated. Rahhhh i have been CRAVING more Nightmare and Color content focused, how troubled Nigtjmare actions can be for Color and how it goes against his morals. Id say Color hates him, not totally, but definitely Nightmare "makes it very difficult to be able to help him" and thats a common point he haves with Dream.

Nightmare & Ccino: its complicated, secret 3rd thing aaand enemies. Ccino hates Nightmare for so many reasons, but the main one is the most wrong and absurd: he abandoned him.

Eldritch entity and totally tired mortal quth mundane life have a connection incomprehensible to the established parameters of society or regulations. My favorite.

Ccino @ everyone: is on the image but i think Ccino would know everyone at least because his café is a multiversal meeting point.

Epic & Cross: besties & QRP. They are so lovey, so cute, so beautiful, i love what they have so much.

Cross & Dream: Secret 3rd thing <33 they are very good friends and... :3c

Epic & Nightmare: Enemies & Acquaintances. Epic only knows about Nightmare through word of mouth, but he doesn't like what little he knows. I think he's secretly very resentful towards people who hurt the ones he loves (Cross, Color).

Epic & Dream: Acquaintances. I like to think that Dream is the only one who has seen Epic lose/destroy his body to the point where only his cursed eye remains intact. Something about out-of-body experiences he has suffered since he is a being of light residing in a vessel.

But in general, Epic does not interact and stays away from the apple twins because of their empathic abilities (an apple a day keeps the doctor...).

And thats it. I have a lot of other ideas that I left out the chart but imma write here hheehehe.

Like the fact that Dust and Epic could be friends (and their relationship is a bit rocky because Epic seems to treat Dust like a patient kjj and how that brings problems, as if Epic wanted to fix something of his own by helping and supporting him in his vocation as a doctor, yadda yadda)

Oooor like, fucking Reaper and the twins. Reaper seeing some of the contempt and rejection he himself suffers in his own universe??? That ALMOST inspires some pity, but I'd say it's more towards poor passive/past Nightmare than anything else.

Reaper and Dream should and are friends. I like the idea that Dream is one of the few who laughs at Reaper's shitty jokes (besides Geno) and feels bad about it because of his dark humor.

Nightmare hates Reaper becaaause, what a redundancy, what he personifies and not what he is and that is what prevents Reaper from feeling sorry for Nightmare despite having gone through similar but not at all identical situations <33

Or maybe Color and The Stars (or Color and Dream specially, please, yes?)

Prolly i am forgetting things but whatever this is long enough, i hope the artist doesn't minds ;;0;;

Again this is, like everything i say, my opinion <3

Ship chart but it’s not a ship chart it’s a friendship/found family/QPR chart

[lostbookmark]

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Summary: After a failed engagement, you move back home and reconnect with your friends. Maybe, just maybe you can find love with someone you never expected.

Pairing: Yoongi x F. Reader

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Swearing, Cheating (Not Yoongi), Fighting, Protected/Unprotected Sex, Toxic Past Relationship,

Genre: Enemies(?) to Lovers, Neighbors to Lovers, Small Town romance. Hurt-Comfort, Slight Angst, Romance

Jin slides a dish of vanilla ice cream to you. You smile when you see he remembers the extra sprinkles on top. Yoongi has taken a play out of your book and has been actively avoiding you since your conversation at his house two weeks ago. Every day, you watched out your window from your living room, hoping that he would come over when he returned home from work. He never did. Why was he so upset? Why was he so offended that you didn't want to sell the recipes to the farm? It's not like you were hurting the farm financially. They were doing perfectly well before you came along. They didn't need your bread or jam to be successful. It really shouldn't have mattered that you said no. You regret even agreeing to bake for them in the first place.

“Was I stupid for not selling the recipes?” You ask Jin, who is leaning on the counter in front of you with his own dish of ice cream.

“No, they mean something to you, and you shouldn't feel bad, ” he assures you. “Anyone of us could have talked to you about it. We are all at fault for this whole mess. I don't know why he is taking it so hard.”

“I feel like I've fucked everything up,” you say shoving the sweet cold ice cream in your mouth. As you chew on the colorful sprinkles the bell above the door jingles catching your attention. Hobi walks into the cafe and sits on the stool next to you as he steals a spoonful of your dessert. Your friendship with him went back to normal in a blink of an eye. It wasn't long after you both apologized that Jin and Namjoon sent you their own apologies. They didn't try to come up with excuses for Yoongi or try to make you feel bad. They were simple heartfelt apologies that you accepted right away. “Jimin and Tae even texted me asking why I was making a big deal out of it. They made a whole group chat with the three of us so they could gang up on me together.”

“Really?” Hobi asked, surprised, and you nodded.

“I'll have a talk with them later,” Jin comments, shaking his head.

“I…I just feel like I was back on track with my life, settling in nicely, and now everyone hates me,” you cry. Tears fall down your face that you quickly wipe away with your sleeve. “With the way everything has been going, I wouldn't be surprised if Kook doesn't evict me.”

“He would never do that to you. No one hates you,” Jin said, patting your head as if you're a child.

“It's all going to blow over,” Hobi said, hugging you.

“It's too late. Yoongi is clearly talking shit about me, and now everyone is going to choose sides. Jimin warned me not to let this get messy and look at us. I was so stupid to get involved with him,” you say, shaking your head disagreeing with them. “I've talked to my one and only friend from my old school district. They have a third grade teacher leaving next year. I think I'm going to take the position.”

“No, you're not,” Joon said, coming into the cafe with that damn bell jingling behind him. “We are not going to let you run away. I'll reject your resignation, and I won't give you any recommendations.”

“You would really do that to me?” You ask as he sits on your free side.

“Absolutely,” Namjoon said. “You belong here with us….you're family. Yoongi is stubborn, and so are you. Let things settle down, talk it out, and we will all move on.”

“What if we can't agree on things?” You ask, stirring the ice cream around in your bowl. “He doesn't seem to be in a rush to talk to me. He's had two weeks to talk to me. It's not like he doesn't know where I live. What if there is no fixing this?”

“What if?” Jin asks as he stares off into space as if he’s deep in thought. “What if…”

“What if what?” Hobi asks, smacking the counter, knocking Jin out of his daze.

“What if you sell the recipes to Tannie Farms, but make everything yourself?” Jin asks, looking at you curiously before breaking out in a wide smile.

“I'm not following,” you say, and your other two friends seem just as confused. The three of you in front of the counter look at each other as if Jin has gone insane. “His whole point was that I couldn't make everything myself. I can't supply you with the amount you would need.”

“I don't want to run the cafe anymore. I want to make the food I want to make,” he explains, turning serious. “Think about it, Y/N. A restaurant and bakery. Yours and mine….mine and yours. Ours. People from all over would flock to us.”

“That's….not a bad idea,” Joon said, looking at you with a surprised look on his face. Now, you are looking at him like he is the crazy one. “You would have multiple ovens big enough to make the quantities we need for deliveries, and the recipes would be safe with you. You wouldn't be selling them to strangers.”

“Okay, what about my job? Do I just give up on teaching and throw away my degree that I worked hard for? I am still paying off my student loan. I don't have the money to help you start a restaurant and bakery,” you tell them, pushing your dish of melting ice cream away. “I don't even know if I can make anything else. We can't run a bakery on one cake, bread, and a couple of jams.”

“Yoongi says he's willing to talk about it,” Hobi says, holding up his phone. You glare at him, that traitor. You knew he loved Yoongi more. “You wouldn't have to put up any money because Tannie Farms would own it. Financially, you wouldn't be on the hook for anything.”

“So, I would work for Yoongi,” you say, sounding very unamused as you take in their faces, looking excited at the possible new venture. Shaking your head, you wave your hands in front of you, showing that you were not interested. “Yeah, no thanks.”

“Please, please. Don't crush my dreams,” Jin begs, hands pressed together underneath his chin. “We could be successful. You would work for all of us, not just Yoongi. I don't want to work for my parents forever.”

“You'll have plenty of time to find more recipes and experiment,” Hobi assures you. “The whole process will take time. Months, if not years. You can do it.”

“You wouldn't even have to talk to Yoongi. Jin will handle everything, and all of us are available if you need anything. I think that you definitely can do it,” Joon says, agreeing with Hobi.

Can you? Can you do it? In theory, yes, you probably could. Your grandmother has so many different recipes that you haven't even explored yet. It's the whole working for your friends and Yoongi that is causing you to question this new business opportunity. Could you handle working for Yoongi after everything happened? You're not sure if you can or even want to. To actually work for them puts your entire livelihood at risk. If you get involved, fully involved, there is no way you could walk away at the drop of a hat if things get rough. It was a major commitment.

“Please?” Jin said, giving you puppy dog eyes. “Please, I'll love you forever. I wouldn't even dream of doing this with anyone else. We would work so well together.”

“Okay,” you give in and smack the counter with your hands, causing them to smile at you. “I guess I will be willing to listen to a full-on business plan when you have one. A complete business plan and not just an idea. However, that's all for right now ….I'll listen and consider.”

“Great! We are going to be great together,” Jin exclaims. “I need to get a menu around. Jolly Jin’s Cafe and Bakery. I can see the sign now.”

You sigh as you watch him run back into the kitchen. You think you're getting a headache.

Pulling back into your driveway, you notice Yoongi's house is dark like it has been recently. You barely even see the lights on for an extended period of time in his home at night anymore. You wonder if he kept the same routine he had when you would stay over. Dinner in the kitchen preceded by sitting in the living room curled up on the couch, reading a book. You would have been tucked into his side watching tv or scrolling through your phone as his eyes flew over the pages of his book. Sometimes, the nights would end with him pinning your against the couch cushions or scurrying upstairs quickly and into the bed. Now, those nights are over and gone with one stupid fight.

Sniffling, you blink away the unshed tears. It was then that you noticed the car parked along the side of your driveway. Looking over to your house, you stare at Changkyun from your driver's seat as you throw your car into park as he stands on your porch waiting for you. There was no reason for him to be here. He made it very loud and clear that the two of you were over. Getting out of your car, you stand rooted in your spot just looking at him. You are not willing to walk up to him. He seemed to take the hint and walked off your porch in your direction. Closing your door, you cross your arms and wait with baited breath as he nears.

“You look good,” he says, once reaching you.

He still looked good, too. Handsome as ever with that damn sharp jawline that you had fallen for in the beginning. It pissed you off. You want him to look guilty. You want him to look sad and tired. You want him to apologize for all the shit he put you through. For making you feel like you had to push your friends away. For making you feel like you were not good enough for him. However, he doesn't. He looks like he doesn't have a care in the world.

“How did you find me?” You ask, taking a step back away from him. A part of you wonders if you can jump back in your car and drive away quickly.

“I went to your parents' house, and your mom told me where you were living. I really need to talk to you,” he says.

“I think you said plenty when you said, and I quote ‘I don't love you anymore’,” you tell him. “I don't think that there is anything left to say. You wasted your time coming here.”

You push past him, but he reaches out and grabs your arm, stopping you from leaving. You pull out of his grasp and glare at him. You don't want him to touch you. You don't even want to look at him. Crossing your arms, you raise an eyebrow at him.

“I’m really trying to be civil about this, Y/N,” he said. “I just want my engagement ring back.”

“Why now?” You ask with a laugh. “What, are you getting married sometime soon?” He looks away, not able to look you in the eye. Your jaw drops in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me? I've only been gone for a few months and you're engaged. Who?”

“It doesn't matter who. Just give me the ring, and I'll be gone out of your life forever,” he says harshly.

“Tell me who,” you demand. You notice Yoongi pull into his driveway with perfect timing. Great, just great. This day just couldn't get any better. “You owe me that much.”

“Hanna,” he said quietly, looking down at his shoes as you hear Yoongi's car door open and close in the background.

Hanna, the one who you caught him in bed with. The one who you thought was one of your friends. You see Yoongi linger by his kitchen door in your peripheral vision after he slowly made his way up the steps to his house. You turn your head to look at him. Unfortunately, it triggered Changkyun to do the same. Suddenly, his whole demeanor changed.

“Baby, I wish I could change things,” he said in a sickeningly sweet, smooth voice. “I know we were so good together at one point, but that ended. I’ve moved on, and you need to accept that. It's time for you to move on as well.”

“Don't call me that. You need to leave. I'm not giving you anything,” you hiss at him and turn to leave.

“That ring is mine,” he growled at you, grabbing onto you again and pulling you to him. You stumble over your feet as he pulls. “Just give it to me.”

Before you can even comprehend what was happening, Yoongi was in between the two of you. He gives Changkyun a forceful shove, making him stumble backward away from you. Yoongi reaches behind his back and pulls you behind him more, shielding your body. Protecting you. Keeping you safe.

“Just go,” Yoongi growls at him, and Changkyun just laughs at him. “It's clear she doesn't want you here. Get in your car and get the fuck out of here!”

“You think I'm afraid of you?” he asks, looking at him with a distasteful look before looking over Yoongi's shoulder at you. Changkyun laughs at the two of you, shaking his head in amusement. “Min Yoongi? Really, that’s the best you can do? Fuck, are you that desprate?”

“Well he's a million times better than a selfish jackass I know. I don't have the ring anymore, so just leave,” you yell at him from behind Yoongi.

“Where is it?” he snaps at you.

“Watch how you fucking talk to her,” Yoongi snaps back at him, still holding you behind him.

“I pawned it,” you laugh from behind the blonde man, making Changkyun narrow his eyes at you. “It bought me a lovely tv hanging on my wall right now. It's much more pleasant to look at than that ugly ass ring.”

You watch as Changkyun clenches his jaw and stomps away back to his fancy SUV. He stops halfway to his destination before turning back to look at both you and Yoongi. Changing his mind, he walks back toward you. Yoongi reaches back again, making sure that you're still tucked away safely behind him.

“You know,” he says, approaching you. “I never wanted to marry you. I only asked becasue you wouldn’t fucking stop nagging me about it. You were never good enough to be my wife, you stupid…”

That was enough for Yoongi as something inside him snapped. You watch in horror as he throws himself at Changkyun, taking them both onto the hard ground below their feet. It probably would have been comical watching two grown men roll around on the ground had they been strangers, but they weren't, and they were both pissed. This wasn't funny at all. You watch on, with your hands in front of your mouth in shock as Yoongi, who comes out on top lands a punch to Changkyuns stomach from above making him double over and turn slightly away from him. Changkyun, although laid out underneath the pissed off blonde, he wasn't deterred for too long. Using all his power, he spun his torso around quickly, elbowing Yoongi in the face and successfully knocking Yoongi off of him.

“STOP IT!” You yell out into the evening air as Yoongi lands on the ground next to your ex-boyfriend. They didn't listen to you. Changkyun stands, quickly grabbing Yoongi by the back of his jacket, bringing up on his own feet and bending him down low enough to knee him in the side, making him drop again. Yoongi's knees hit the ground hard before catching himself with his hands so he didn’t fall flat on his face. “CHANGKYUN STOP IT! STOP IT! LEAVE HIM ALONE!” You scream at him as he goes to grab Yoongi again.

You push forward, latching onto Changkyun’s arm, trying to shake him off Yoongi. Unfortunately, he wasn't discouraged and managed to get Yoongi back up. Grabbing his wrist, you pull as hard as you could, but he was much stronger than you. Instead, you sink your nails into his skin, dragging them across his flesh, leaving angry red lines in their wake. Changkyun growls. With his free hand, he pushes you away, causing you to stumble back and fall on your ass.

“Keep your hands off her,” Yoongi barks sharply.

Gaining some strength, Yoongi sweeps Changkyun's leg, causing them both to fall once more upon the ground. They roll around a couple of times, trying to each gain the upper hand. You scooch back on your butt trying to stay out of the way.

“She deserved it,” Changkyun growls, pinning Yoongi underneath him. They are both panting, but Changkyun smirks in victory as he looks down at Yoongi. “You think you're so tough. Fucking Min Yoongi, you ain't shit!”

You're too focused on watching your ex pull his arm back for a punch, you hardly register the footsteps quickly running up the driveway until an extra body jumps on Changkyun’s back pulling him off of Yoongi. Jungkook wraps his arms fully around him, dragging him back and away from the hurt man on the ground. Changkyun struggles with your friend, trying to get out of his hold. Tae jumps in quickly, getting in front of them just in case he breaks away and helps Jungkook push Changkyun back until they get him to his car.

“Yoongi,” you cry out, throwing yourself next to him as he struggles to get himself onto his knees.

You grab on to him gently and bring him close to you. He rests his head on your chest as he tries to catch his breath after getting the wind knocked out of him. You stroke his hair with your hand, hoping desperately that he was okay. You see him close his eyes, taking in your touch. You wish you knew what else to do. You wish you could take everything back. You wish for a lot of things.

“You're both pathetic and deserve each other,” Changkyun yells out before finally getting into his vehicle, slamming his door shut in anger.

“Go, before we call the police,” Kook said, pointing to the end of the driveway.

Changkyun backs out of your driveway and squeals his tires before racing away, leaving a cloud of dust and dirt behind in the air. You watch him drive away until his tail lights disappear in the rapidly darkening horizon. Tae comes over and helps Yoongi stand on his own feet. You slowly get off the ground and stand beside them, waiting for someone to say something. Carefully, you place your hand on Yoongi's shoulder, but he instantly shrugs it off. That hurt. You can feel your heart drop down to your stomach. It's really over.

Yoongi and Taehyung take off, walking to his place while holding his side and slightly hunched over. Jungkook approaches you, and the two of you stare at each other. He looks sad. It's been weeks since you last talked to him. He's probably been actively avoiding this whole mess. You know he would never want to choose between you and Yoongi like Jimin and Tae apparently did.

“I should go with them,” he says, jerking his thumbs to the house next door. He's choosing Yoongi, and your heart breaks a little. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you answer with a nod. You don't blame him for wanting to leave. They were his brothers. You, you were the bitch he was renting his house to. The bitch who they can't make money off of. “Yeah.”

You turn and go to your house before he can even walk away or say anything more. Unlocking the door, you enter your house and slam the door shut, making the blinds on the kitchen windows shake and rattle. It wasn't going to work. The business plan wouldn't work. Your friendships weren't going to work. This small ass town wasn't going to work. You grab your phone from your bag. Pulling up Joons contact, you open a new message.

I’m taking the third grade job. I'm sorry I can't do this.

You can't. You won't.

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[twistedpink]

Maybe some Boyfriend!Epel hc with małe/masc presenting reader if that's okay? Happy valentines day btw, I Hope you're spending it well!! 💗

Thx for being my first request of the window! Hope I did this justice, I’ve always been very fem lol

Reader has those boy eyelashes

Boyfriend!Epel LOVES that you’re so masculine, how’d he get such a cool boyfriend? He shows you off all the time to his friends and family- There’s nobody on sage island that doesn’t know about your relationship, and that’s how he likes it!

Boyfriend!Epel learns to live for leaving marks on you,,, When he’s more comfortable with his own identity it’s not uncommon to find lipstick or patches of concealer on your face and neck. He basically vibrates when you walk into class looking all disheveled- That’s his man!!

Boyfriend!Epel likes to feel masculine in your relationship, too! He loves feeling useful, so when you look at him through your pretty lashes (if you’ve ever SEEN a teenage boy yk what I’m saying) just to say please, babe? he folds HARD. Or maybe you’re the type to fight for responsibility? No problem, you’ve got a great couch to duke it out on!

Boyfriend!Epel that, even when you clash and argue, really loves you. Down to his core, he cares to a fault. So whenever you’re in trouble he’s sprinting to the scene- Whether you need an accomplice or an alibi, he’s right there to help you get away with murder! With how many fights you’ve started in the dorm, Vil hates how passionately you defend each other. But he’s no monster, even he can admit it’s romantic - If not a tad crude, and lovingly discourages your “pissing contests”.

Boyfriend!Epel loves to make your own fun, and he’s got enough energy for two! You guys get into devastating shenanigans- But what’s the staff to do when you’re the picture of innocence if you’re accused? Epel uses his looks a lot to get out of trouble (much to his delight- expect the unexpected ig) and you’re his biggest sucker <3 How’re you supposed to resist when he’s so pretty???

Boyfriend!Epel’s built to be boyfriend material,, He’s so in love with you that it’s impossible to just be fleeting, so you’d better treat him right! Your relationship’ll never be half assed, and he’s going for the finish line- no matter who walks down the aisle <3

[just-animaxiz]

So I gave them names and redesigns.

You may not see them much but these are some of the nameless characters from Randy Cunningham!

I decided to redesign them for my upcoming RC9GN season 3 idea and gave them cute redesigns and names! Here are some cool tidbit hcs!

Jiefan

She's from a family line of art critics, so she's very judgemental about everything creative.

She and Soo-Ho are partners with Buttermaker. They're in a poly triangle.

Harry has a mad crush on her, but Jiefan rejects him if he tries to make his move.

Despite being seen as the Snobby Rich girl, Jiefan isn't that mean to other girls like Flute Girl or Gummy. She even mentors Gummy to help her pass her classes, and they became friends. Think of their relationship similar to Maud and Pinkie Pie.

Gummy

People call her gummy because she looks like someone with a gum-made brain.

Gummy is a big Ninja fangirl and has every picture of him.

She once got small pink balls stuck on her hair but never bother to get them out.

She is currently dating Mike Moe and loves everything about him.

Even though she's cheerfully happy, that doesn't mean she's dumb.

Soo-Ho

The shortest but coolest upperclassman.

His family owns dozens of jet-skis, making them the proud image of Jet-Ski enthusiasts.

He and Jiefan are partners with Buttermaker, but Soo-Ho wants to be reassured that they love him.

He hates Harry, because the dude won't leave Jiefan alone.

Soo-Ho loves pottery and poetry, because they are two similar words.

Soo-Ho loves cats, but they always leave him behind.

Hope you like them and tell me what you want to see next!

[hedwigette]

This is why I'm so stubborn about keeping everything canon because Draco in the books is so interesting. The fanon version of him rips him off of who he really is and that's sad.

I'm not even going to talk about fanon Harry who feels like somebody else entirely.

In canon they are contradictory:

- Harry is an introvert and Draco is a dramatic extrovert

- Harry thinks showing emotions like crying and pain is a weakness whereas Draco sees it as something that is a part of him

- Draco has a pampered childhood, Harry has an abusive one

- Harry has strong friendships, Draco has mindless guardians

- Draco values power and Harry values strength.

But they are also complimentary:

- Both are sarcastic (also Draco's humour is close to Ron's)

- Both love Quidditch (also Harry is the better seeker but maybe Draco is best at another position)

- Both can be assholes without regret

But I believe the pivotal moment of their relationship is Harry seeing Draco cry. For the first time, the heartless bully Harry has come to hate and try to ignore has actually a human side of him. For five years Draco was nothing more than a greedy obnoxious bully with no skill and intelligence or capacity for critical thinking.

But when he saw Draco cry, he learned a new side of him and this is why he started to pity him.

Draco never saw the other part of Harry (his more vulnerable side) and that's something I love to see being developed in fics ! (Mijan is the only one I thought has done this well: both boys thinking they know everything about the other but they are not really right about it)

And yes you're right about Draco not really being ambitious or a top student (which is the opposite in fics and it kinda annoys me). Draco liked and thrive on shallow and superficial ideas until in sixth year where he starts to lean.

I love that he didn't tell who Harry was to his father in the manor but at the same time he wanted to hand Harry over to Voldemort in the Room of Requirement, showing the confusion he's feeling: he wants him and his family to be glorious but at the same time he doesn't think Voldemort's win would be a good thing.

He won't be a Muggle lover or an activist like Dumbledore but I believe he will learn after the war on how to be a better person by being less selfish, more brave and more responsible.

And if Harry is there to show him the way that's even better!

What are your thoughts on drarry?

spireasalix asked:

Hi! I just found your blog and find your theories really interesting. I don't know if anyone has asked you before, but what do you think of Draco Malfoy? Do you think he would have a chance with Harry? Could they fall in love or there is too much history between them? Let's make Harry/Draco canon! Hahahaha

Hi, thank you so much! 😊

Since it's a ship/character ask I want to preface that everyone can ship what they want and like whatever characters they want and this is my personal highly subjective opinion.

I'll start with my thoughts on Drarry, as I had an arc there, like, back when I just got into the fandom I really liked the concept of Drarry, so I read some Drarry and didn't like most of what I found back then. That dislike kinda colored Drarry and Draco's character as a whole for me, so it was kinda like: "I can see the appeal on paper, but I don't like it". More recently though I read a lot about canon Drarry from @iamnmbr3 and she honestly got me rethinking my opinion on Draco and Drarry.

As I stand on it now, I'm not invested in Drarry, but I see them occasionally on my dash and sometimes I like what I see. It's the: yeah, I can see it happen, but it's not a pairing I'm passionate about.

Now, to @spireasalix more specific questions.

Draco Malfoy is an interesting character in theory but I don't think it comes across in the books as much as it could. Like, in books 1-5, I find him an annoying spoilt little brat. It can be entertaining when he comes on the page, and I know he'd be whining and dramatic and make a scene. And it makes sense Draco is this way, he's an only child of very rich parents who love him, he looks up to his father like Lucius could do no wrong, but he is lonely and attention-seeking. This need for attention is interesting and is part of why he is so obsessed with Harry. It shows he wants approval and is actually quite insecure under all his pride and mean attitude. He was raised to be a blood-supremacist spoilt jerk, and he does a decent job at being a schoolyard bully without crossing any super major lines.

Younger Draco can be a fun character, he's a problem Harry feels comfortable with because he knows how to deal with him, unlike his other problems (of which he has a lot). I think part of why Harry focuses on Draco as much as he does is because Draco is a predictable problem, one Harry feels he has control over how he wants to deal with him. Which is comforting considering how little control he has over literally every other area of his life.

Then in books 6 and 7, that's when Draco starts actually having his character development, and there are interesting things there, or the potential for them. I love what he goes through, becoming a Death eater only to realize, that: no, he can't really do violence. The constant fear for himself and his family, the torture he most likely goes through, being a prisoner in his own home, like, there is so much potential good angst there but I don't feel like the books really take it as far as it can go.

I recently finished my reread of HBP, and Draco in it was having a crap time, truly. He partially brought it on himself, but he really was thrown into the deep end and he is flailing around to keep his head above water regretting ever asking to leave the kiddie pool (because make no mistake, he asked to be in the grown-ups' pool). And you see how he matures there, going from a spoilt brat to a terrified teen. In one summer he went from the top of his own little world to seeing how powerless he actually is. And, like, out of everyone, the person he apparently confides in is Moaning Myrtle, like, idk, I love that, I think this friendship should be mentioned more. Like, Draco is having a crisis over his family, his worldview, his own worth, being a Death Eater and what it means, and his confidant is the ghost of a muggleborn girl who Tom Riddle, his new master, killed. Like, there are some implications.

I find it fascinating Myrtle says this about Draco:

“No,” said Myrtle defiantly, her voice echoing loudly around the old tiled bathroom. “I mean he’s sensitive, people bully him too, and he feels lonely and hasn’t got anybody to talk to, and he’s not afraid to show his feelings and cry!”

(HBP, 462)

That combined with the fact that Draco doesn't ever really try to harm Harry too badly (@iamnmbr3 wrote many great posts about this). Like, at the beginning of HBP, he has Harry petrified and he just breaks his nose. And this is already after he becomes a Death Eater. He also helps Harry multiple times throughout Deathly Hollows, something that places him and his family at risk.

And, yes, he makes some attempts to kill Dumbledore that harm others (the cursed necklace that hurt Katie Bell and the poison Ron drank) but I think the methods he uses are telling. Draco attempts to kill Dumbledore with methods where he himself is far away from the action. You can say it's due to a Slytherin sense of self-preservation, and that's part of it, I'm sure, but I think the main part of it is that Draco is averse to violence. At the end when he was face to face with Dumbledore he couldn't bring himself to cast the curse. Dumbledore was disarmed and surrounded, there was nothing he could've (or would've) done to hurt Draco, but Draco still hesitated. He couldn't kill him even when his own life and his family's were on the line. Harry also talks about how much Draco is likely hurt from having to torture others on Voldemort's orders in Deathly Hollows, and I think Harry is spot on about it.

If we look at the bullying of younger Draco, he doesn't act out violently. He is the cruel words and insults type, and I remember being honestly surprised he physically hit Harry in HBP because it's not the sort of thing Draco does. So, while Draco as schoolyard bully is mean, he practically is never shown to be physically violent, at least not that I remember. He only starts being more of a physical threat in HBP, and in the cases of Ron and Katie, he does so from a distance in a way he isn't directly involved in the violence.

That being said, while what he goes through is interesting and has plenty of potential and I do like his character, I find him kinda annoying. Like, in my very subjective opinion, I find his whining in the early books incredibly annoying and I find him, even in the later books, kinda underwhelming. Like, I want more out of his character, idk. Like, really, all power to you for liking Draco, he just, unfortunately, doesn't make it into my top Harry Potter characters purely because of personal subjective bias.

Like, for all of Draco being a Slytherin from a long line of Slytherins, he doesn't showcase many Slytherin characteristics (yes, that's something I dislike about his character, go figure 🤷‍♀️). Like, Draco isn't cunning, like, at all. He's smart, I'm not saying he isn't, he gets good and even outstanding grades in various school subjects, and he fixes the vanishing cabinet he knows nothing about on his own. He is skilled and talented magically and he can figure out complex magic on his own, but when it comes to long-term planning or general cunning... yeah, I don't think that's part of Draco's arsenal.

He acts out on useful information on the first opportunity he has, with very little thought about timing or how to best use it and very little forethought in general. In 1st year he gets Harry and Co caught outside after curfew but doesn't think his plan through so he too, is caught out after curfew. And sure, he's 11, but 11-year-old Harry wouldn't have made that mistake, I think (neither would Ron or Hermione). In 3rd year, his plan against Buckbeak and Hagrid was laughable and only worked because Lucius could pull it off. I mean, Draco wasn't even doing a good job at faking an injury compared to Harry who could believably pretend to be the Bloody Baron to scare off Peeves at 11, not to mention lying reliably to McGonagall at 12. In GoF he makes these Potter stinks badges, which are magically impressive (considering they still work 3 years later) but are again, an example of Draco acting on something immediately because that's how he tends to operate. Like how he goes straight to Harry every time he finds something in the Daily Prophet to make fun of.

Even if we look at Draco's later plans, like in HBP, he was mostly trying to buy plans rather than think about how to solve his problem. Because Draco knows how to buy his way out of problems, not think his way out. And while all this does make for an interesting trait for him to have in his rule in the story and he has an invisible arc to break away from this thinking pattern and that does lead him to the vanishing cabinet eventually, it does make me like him less. I'm biased, I can't help it.

His ambition is another thing, I don't know if this is an unpopular opinion, but I don't think Draco is particularly ambitious. Like, he wants to make his parents (especially Lucius) proud, he wants people to like him, and he wants to be popular, sure, but he doesn't have any long-term plans or specific goals in mind. He grew up already having everything, so he doesn't really have any ambitions bigger than that. I'm not saying there needs to be, Harry isn't particularly ambitious either, it's just interesting to me that our poster Slytherin in Harry's year isn't that much of a Slytherin at all.

As I mentioned earlier, Draco also seems to be averse to violence and doesn't have as much of a ruthless streak as his house is usually associated with. Draco, at the end of the day, seems to me like a very sheltered kid who idolized war when he heard about it in stories up until he had to actually take part in it. He is one of the softer characters in the books actually, in my opinion.

While I think he definitely values the traits of house Slytherin as he grew up learning to appreciate them, he doesn't actually possess them, at least, not in abundance. Maybe this is an unpopular opinion, but honestly, I think Draco is more of a Gryffindor than a Slytherin considering he is brave (in the last book especially. I want to note he isn't the same brave as Harry. Draco fears a lot more than Harry does, but when push comes to shove, he keeps going despite his fear. He's more similar to Neville in that regard), bold, and definitely has his personal code of honor and chivalry he acts according to, but I digress.

My personal issue with Draco is the main issue I have with Drarry as a ship, because, like, I can't be actively invested in a ship when I find one of the characters annoying. I have a similar stance on Romione as I have on Drarry. I like Romione well enough, I enjoy the fanart of them I see, but I wouldn't actively search for fics of them. Neither would I write fics where they are the main pairing. In Romione's case, I love Ron but find Hermione kinda annoying, I don't hate her, I don't even dislike her, I actually like her, but she annoys me. Draco is the same way, I like him, but he just gets on my nerves sometimes.

To summarise, I see the appeal of Drarry, and I can see how it could work on paper. I don't think Harry and Draco ever truly hated each other in the books, so, yeah, I think they could get together. They could definitely forgive each other everything, hell, the books practically outright say they forgive each other everything in canon. I think you can build a very compelling love story for them, it's just not a story I'm invested in reading/writing mostly because Draco isn't a character that I'm overly invested in.

[watching-sam-and-dean-again]

Confession Time!

A lot of people say they wouldn't have a problem with destiel if it wasn’t for how terribly the hellers (not the regular, unproblematic Destiel shippers) behave. I agree on the fact that the death-threat hurling, actor harassing, fandom toxifying, gaslighting asses make me actively hate the ship, too. But, even if all of its shippers were calm and lovely, I would STILL hate the idea of destiel. This is going to about the ship itself and why I don’t like it, not about criticizing the people who ship it (reasonably).

If anyone stumbles across this and wants to claim it’s because I’m homophoic or some dumb shit, feel free to show yourself out. And grow up. If you agree or are just curious as to why, feel free to read on.

The first reason I can’t get on board with destiel is Castiel himself:

I hate the ship because, if you look at it as Castiel having feeling for Dean from early on, he comes off as an even bigger creep than he already is to me. First, how many times has he invaded Dean's personal space or stared at him while he slept, even though Dean has told him not to and indicated it made him uncomfortable? I can think of at least 4 off the top of my head, but I’m sure there are more. These moment are written as jokes, and to show Cas is a derpy weirdo, but if you want to read them as a biproduct of Castiel having feeling for Dean, it makes him a creepy stalker.

Second, Castiel only caring about other people, including Sam and Jack, because of Dean makes him a s selfish and kind of shitty character to me. I like the idea of Castiel being a defective amgel, coming off the assembly line with a "crack in his classy," meaning he was always inclined to question things too much, maybe have an natural affinity for humans, to rebel. The idea that our show's version of Sam, Dean and even Castiel were special because they always defied the story that was written for them is the ultimate demonstration of free will winning out, and it speaks to the uniqueness of "our versions" of their characters. But, when it’s framed as Castiel only rebelling because he has a boner for Dean (like the "confession" scene seems to retroactively suggest), only ever questioned anything because he had a boner for Dean, only went against his fellow angels because he was hot for Dean and not becuae Dean inspired him to do the right thing, and only cared about people he says he loves and calls family because of Dean … that makes Dean special, not Castiel. In fact, it makes Castiel a simp who can’t think for himself, and is anything but genuine in his claim of caring about anyone but Dean. It makes him bereft of his own agency.

Finally, I hate the idea of Dean and Castiel ever being in a romantic relationship because of the seriously wrong things he has done to people. Castiel essentially forced Jimmy Novak to become his vessel again by possessing his daughter and basically holding her ransom until he consented to be Castiel's vessel again, and he still thinks he did the right thing into late seasons, Even when he finds Claire to sort of, kind of try make up for taking her dad away, he makes a feeble effort at best, and then basically just wonders off and forgets about her again after his momentary attack of conscious. For Dean, a character who fights to have free will, to shack-up with someone who took over a man's body and when he died (because Castiel took his boy into battle), he just sort of took over the body for himself and called it his, like a crab … is a huge smack in the face to Dean being heroic. Hello, even Sam wouldn’t bang Ruby until she found a braindead vessel, whose soul had likely departed already (and he’s the monster fucker). Castiel also broke Sam's hell wall leading to him going insane and nearly dying of insomnia, and he did it purposely to hurt and worry Dean, and to distract him from his plan to play god. This is inexcusable, and that fact that Dean even stays his friend feels like a betrayal to Sam, as well as out of character frankly, never mind going on to have a relationship with him. Finally, Castiel has threatened and beaten Dean when he doesn’t do what he wants more than once, and despite what hellers think, I don’t find abuse sexy.

The next reason I can’t get onboard with Destiel is Dean:

Dean laterally implies, out right says, and demonstrates multiple times throughout the show that he is straight. Thus, with the version of Castiel that Dean knows being in a male vessel, Dean just isn’t going to be interested in him that way. I’ve seen shippers srgue that people sometimes fall in love with someone of the same sex despite identifying as straight, but come on, that is going to be a relatively small percentage of of people. But more than that, Dean isn’t a real person, he’s a character. If the writers were going to make his character have a change of sexuality, or make an exception for Castiel, they would have had to explicitly show it on screen, through words and actions, and not just drop "subtext hints" that never go anywhere, and are largely stupid or hinged on stereotypes. They never did, so Dean remained hero sexual to the end.

Even if his sexuality were not a barrier, Dean does not knowingly peruse monsters. Castiel despite how depowered an essentially useless he becomes over time, is not a human. Angels are essentially just another flavor of monster on Supernatural, thus Dean is not be interested in dating Castiel even if he were in a female vessel, despite what some shippers like to claim. The only times Dean has knowingly hooked up with a monster was with Anna, and that was before she got her grace back and was a true angel again. The other monster he slept with was the Amazon, or whatever she was, before she had a kid with him without his consent, and Dean didn’t know that she was a monster. He frequently criticized Sam for having been with monsters, and that criticism makes it pretty clear that he wouldn’t want to be with any himself. Finally, this is a bit of a side note, any many may not agree with me, but I don't think Dean sees any supernatural creatures as quite equal to humans, and that includes Castiel, Jack and Benny. If it weren’t enough that Dean isn’t into males, the fact that he also isn’t into monsters, pretty much makes the destiel ship dead in the water for me.

Finally, the way Dean treats Castiel is not conducive friendship at times, never mind me shipping them. Dean pretty frequently belittles Castiel, calling him essentially uselesess when he doesn’t have powers (baby in a trench coat), and he makes fun of Castiel working at the Gas 'n Sip to try sustain himself, after Dean kicked him out of the bunker powerless and penniless. If Dean loves Castiel, mocking him for working whatever job he can after he turned him away, is an interesting way to show it. He also lashes out at Castiel pretty harshly (I though often deservedly). He tells Castiel that "nobody cares that he’s broken," and he says "everything that goes wrong" seems to be because of Castiel, and he told him that if anything happened to his mother after Castiel failed to warn them about Jack' behavior, Castiel would be "dead" to him. Even when the show reminds us of Castiel's existence when he’s not in an episode by having Dean claim he’s worried about him, or having Sam reassure him they’ll find/help Castiel, when Castiel actually is back, Dean essentially goes back to ignoreimg him. Dean only seems to care about Castiel when he’s missing or when he can help them fight something. In down time, he’s usually pretty happy just to chill with Sam.

Finally, I can’t ship destiel because of Sam, or more specially, Sam & Dean:

Sam and Dean have such a twisted-up, enmeshed, and all-consuming relationship with each other, that shipping either of them with characters outside of their relationship just isn’t interesting to me. I personally don’t ship them together, either. What they have goes beyind relationship categorization (brothers, friends, adversaries, parent/child, life partners, etc.), and I honesty think if the show had defied network parameters and actually had them hook up sexually, the relationship would have lost something. Sam and Dean are so unique and compelling in that their big love is a sibling and not a romantic parnptner, or even a parent/child relationship, that even as a fan of a good romantic pairing normally, I love that them exactly as they are. And their relationship is more meaningful to me than almost any other fictional one I’ve encountered. So frankly, shipping either with anyone long-term (I wouldn’t have hated seeing both of them have one more short romantic relationship in there somewhere) just feels pointless to me, and would just pale in comparison to what Sam and Dean are with to each other.

[urautismdiagnosis]

Dashi Design (and her lore for my au)

DASHIIIIIII she has my life eeee

Dashi is my go getter queen, also the headshot of her is her correct hair texture its just that the total body art is a bit older but yeh :>

Dashi lore for my au under the cut

ONTO THE LORE FOR DASHI IN MY AU 🎉🎉🎉

First of all, let's take a little look at her interests- surfing, photography, going out to cave dive for those photos-

And she does all of this stuff, that alot of people might only do as hobbies, to the max!

Whenever she has any interest she always goes as high as she possibly can-

Her family is kinda rich, like "we have rich person hobbies and have expensive vacations every year 💅" kind of rich. Hence why she was able to get so much support for all her interests at a young age, whether it be surfing or photography competitions and so on.

Anyways she's also got an older brother, (I've named him Dan btw) and he's the eldest

See the thing about him and dashi is that they used to be super close as kids yk? He was the oldest sibgling and big brother and both he and dashi were both similar in alot of ways! They were both super competitive and determined to reach their goals, he also was the one who got her into surfing and taught her a ton of stuff!

They were close kinda like how dashi and koshi are...

The thing is though a big part of his identity was being the golden child and amazing big brother and perfect high achiever son, so when dashi started getting older and developing her like.. whole seperate interests and identity that her brother...

Well they started clashing alot, because well she couldn't play the "little sister" that he could teach so everyone could admire how amazing he was, instead she was having her own achievements that he couldn't have any credit in.

He was the kind of older brother who... well choose to be kinda patronizing to make themselves more masculine and popular... and at a certain point it went from "aw big brother helping teach his lil sister!" To " ur actually talking down on me and I hate that, and whenever i try to bring it up you act like I'm a 5 year old when I'm not. Also I dont need ur bad advice on this, I know what I'm doing and ur just acting like a pro in something u don't know anything about"

Alot of his identity and self worth comes from bragging about *his* achievements

The undermining of her own achievements didn't even just come from him either, alot of her passions and skills were just seen as hobbies for fun and not real jobs. Its why she ended up as primarily a computer specialist, she worked as a meteorologist actually! She would use those advanced machines and systems to track and decipher weather, and even was a co-pilot for the weather researchers... but her parents just kinda saw it as her just "being a weather girl"

Her parents are genuinely very kind and caring, nuturing her interests and always trying to be there for her emotional needs but, but they're very out of touch. The type of people to just... not understand why saying a certain phrase *actually is kinda specist* or *why photography actually matters to helping climate change* or *hey actually you can't just try to feed wild animals food even if they act cute cuz it'll hurt them and no it actually IS really bad for a variety of reasons and-*

That sorta thing...

They do genuinely love and try to support her tho, they just... wanted her to get a real job so she could have a good life :/ they're genuie ly nice folks who love to help people out tho

Regardless though,dashi still wanted to fulfill her passions and dreams and needs,and then she learned about the octonauts

at the time thr octonauts were a VERY experimental and risky organization, but she did research and genuinely believed and wanted to be part of what could possibly be a revolutionary organization for rescue, research, exploration, and conservation-

So she applied in secret.

The thing is though, Dan had found out. Their relationship at the time was strained at best but they were still siblings. But then he snitched.

her parents. Freaked. Out

To say they were concerned about their daughter going out to just- possibly- "die in the middle of the ocean!" Or "be stuck and trapped with strangers in the middle of the ocean!" Or "struggle to ever settle down because you're in the middle of the ocean!" Or "get stranded on an island in the middle of the ocean!" Or "get eaten by a whale and cry because u weren't ever able to get back with ur ex u sarcastically said ud get back with because we kept talking about how amazing he was and how we thought ud get married and how sad that made us and then you'd die in a whale in the middle of the ocean!" Or whatever 🙄

Like girl did get swallowed by a whale but it was chill yall need to calm down 💅 like so what if siphonphores tried to eat her once or if the octopods crashed or nearly crashed several times? Like she handled it yall need to have some faith in ur daughter smh

Anyways needless to say they made the process SO HARD esp since Dan STOLE HER LAPTOP WITH HER FILES because he was "woRriEd foR hIs baby SiStEr trYiNg tO ruuN AwAy🥺🥺🥺" She is a grown woman btw and a highly renowned professional in her career.

anyways she managed to join thr octonauts anyways and her parents did chill at least half a year later once they realized she wasn't gonna die in the ocean and that she was fine not "settling down" for a while, they still DONT understand it but like they were just worried their daughter was going crazy and running away (THANKS FOR ADDING A BUNCH OF DRAMATIC LIES TO CHANGE THE STORY DAN)

Anyways she and Dan don't talk anymore, if u ask either of them about it "they just drifted apart", koshi doesn't really know what all the drama that happened was tbh :/ she just remembered them fighting over a laptop and figures they never really got along 😐👍

Anyways dashi makes it a point to never make koshi feel the way dan made her feel

Also dan ended up becoming a lawyer for businesses if u were interested :/

Dashis parents sound pretty bad here and they def aren't perfect, but they're usually just uninformed and they genuinely do have a "we should help everyone in our community ^v^ " mindset and taught dashi alot about self confidence and etc

If u made it this far then congrats!

Btw she didn't start out as a scientist when she joined the octonauts,its actually something that she added to her skillsets and shellington supported her thru it

I'll have to make a dashington post soon lol and also tall about her relationships with the rest of the octonauts crew

She and peso were the last two octonauts to join

[princessofghosts-posts]

I just realize that all of the sons of the Big Three had memory loss.

Percy and Jason got switched and Hera erased their memories.

Percy could remember only Annabeth's name because Hera couldn't totally cancel her from his brain (their love is so strong and,also,probably Aphrodite's doing),of his beef with Ares (hate so strong that he couldn't forget it) and unconsciously also Nico (some says it's for the strong guilt that he has for him,but I don't think so).

Jason,on the other hand,couldn't remember anything of his past,and with also Aphrodite and her mist manipulation,he had his brain a little fucked up. Even after HoO,he didn't have ALL of his memories back,and his friendship and relationship were based on a lie (Jasper could have gone on,they could have started all over again as they wanted if they really wanted to,but Rick didn't give them the possibility).

Both of them had their memories taken away by Hera,that for Percy is like an horrible petty aunt,and for Jason is like a sort of strange step-mother,and he was also her champion.

Then we have Nico (and Bianca).

The memories of his life,before arriving at the Lotus Hotel & Casino,have been washed away in the Lethe by his father himself. And for half of the narrative he struggles to remember his mother and what his life was before the discovery of being a demigod. And,like Jason,I don't think he'll ever be able to get all of them back. Hades thought he was doing them some good (especially with Maria's death,that at the time was still fresh and he didn't want them to live with that weight),but he still deprived his son of memories of a mother and sister that he will never get back,or at least not all of them.

On the other hand,we have Bianca,Hazel and Thalia: their daughters.

Bianca had the same problem as Nico,but she never understood what was actually happening with her memories,because she thought it was only the Lotus effects on them (70 years is big after all,even tho for them it was only a couple of weeks). And she died too early to find out that her father erased half of their life.

During SoN,we see Hazel struggling with her flashbacks regarding her past life. And it's linked to her death. Hazel spent years as a soul,although she remembered who she was and her life. But when she was brought back to life by Nico (he became the equivalent of Jesus in Greek mythology at this point) those same memories returned with her too. This caused her to have flashbacks both because she had to readjust to being alive again and because of her curse. She also had to readjust herself with the modern world,that was different from what she had always knew. It was never a memory loss,but for me it's close to that. She was processing her life.

Thalia's been dead for years,and when returned to life,after the events of SoM,she felt like she didn't belong. Luke,her best friend (and crush),become their enemy; Annabeth,the girl she took care of,had grown up and knew how to take care of herself now; Grover was almost never present at the camp,and she did not know who most of the demigods there were. Time passed for everyone but her,and she felt stuck in the change. I don't think she had any sort of memory loss problem,but more of the fact that she had to readjust herself with the years loss.

At this point for the Gods,erasing the memories of their demigods children/nephews,it's a family tradition. Because half of them had amnesia and the other half was stuck in time (2 of them also came back to life,while another one died,but anyway-). Unfortunately Nico belongs to both,that guy can never catch a break.

[missdblack22]

When you love a character, you love it with his good behaviors or actions and the bad actions.

I love Snape. But you will never read me justify his union to the Death Eaters or some treatment with some of his students. I don't like Lily Evans, but I recognize she was very important in Severus' life.

This doesn't happen in Marauders' fandom. They created OC with their faces and names or, well, it isn't the Sirius and Remus case. They become Sirius as a twink and Remus a male alpha. They aren't the canon character's, they are OC with this faces and their names.

And, if they talk about the characters, they justify their bad actions. Well, "someone has to do the Snape bullying", "someone has to kill him with the werewolf, it will be a better world and Harry and Neville will be saved" or saying the sexual assault wasn't it.

Also, they forget Lily and Severus' friendship. Why? I understand you don't like Snape. But he was very important in Lily's life. They say Snape was an incel because he was always try to talk to Lily. Not, they were friends and friends spend time together.

Also, they are romanticizing some Snape's behaviors or characteristics in other characters, but when you talk about him, they will be silly.

Sirius and Regulus were abused by Walburga: we know Sirius had a bad relationship with his mother, but we don't know if she hit or abused him. Snape was the guy abused by a disfunction family.

Barty, Evan and Regulus were so young: Snape was young too.

Barty was better teacher than Snape: do you remember Neville's reaction when Barty did the cruciatus in the classroom? Do you remember Barty was a loyal Death Eater who killed his father in the school and tried to kill Harry and Cedric Diggory died for his fault?

They are romanticizing loyal Death Eaters (yes, Regulus changed in the end, but Evan and Barty died being loyal to Voldemort). Why? Because they are more handsome than Snape and in the edits or tiktoks will be pretty?

Exists the rosekiller ship. That it's ok. You can ship you want. But, these fans are saying that Barty and Evan were in love and Barty wanted to revenge his partner's death from his assassin. No. Barty wanted his Lord will win the war again.

I like Barty and Regulus. They are very interesting. But, the canon Barty and Regulus. I wrote about them. I like Marauders with their shitty behavior. They are more interesting than their fanon versions.

And also, they invent a friendship between the Marauders and Slytherin. James and Sirius HATED Slytherin house. They would never be friends of a Slytherin' student.

Also, a lot of maraudersfans insult you when they know you are a Snape fan. You can't comment with freedom what you like and dislike. Also, this happen when you say that Sirius was straight or imagine him bisexual or he could like girls. I ship him with Marlene Mckinnon and I can't comment these with freedom because everyone come and comment "he is gay". I don't obligate you to like my headcanons, don't obligate me to do this.

one thing i genuinely don’t understand is like

okay there are marauders fans and pro-snape (anti-marauders?) fans, and like, nice, people have different views and this are literally characters (most of whom barely even appear) in fiction but like why do they not only hate but seem to sometimes actively try to go against each other like can’t they coexist and just not interact and leave each one be?

because i understand that from an entirely canonical perspective, the marauders (especially james and sirius) were FAR from saints, but i also understand that pretty much the entirety of the marauders fandom stems from entirely fictional ideas from these fictional characters, like the marauders & co. are pretty much OCs at this point (within the marauders fandom) and i think that comparing them to canon is just kind of unfair? like they are literally different characters at this point, only with the same name

i see why snape fans would hate the canonical marauders, but i don’t see why they seem to hate the fan-made marauders, or the people who enjoy said fan-made marauders

i just really don’t understand the overall hate sorry please don’t come for me

[jamethinks]

I can't help but wonder jealous loid when?

Everyone thinks Loid would be jealous over Yor, but I think not; his relationship with her is a bit more tricky. Even though he loves Yor, a part of him still feels like he doesn't have her. Seeing her around other guys would evoke a sense of insecurity and make him distance himself from Yor. In his heart, he still doubts whether or not he is worthy of her loyalty and affection. He also just finds the possessive partner bit too tacky and cliché. Yor isn't going to cheat on him with the mailman; she might leave him for the mailman because at least the mailman didn't lie to her and pretend to be a made-up person while actively putting their entire family in danger.

But anybody else fuck yeah. Namely, his surrogate sister, adoptive daughter, his best friend, who is not really his friend because spies don't have friends, his brother in law who hates his guts - hell, even his boss. He hates to admit it, but he is very insecure and prone to fits of jealousy and possessiveness. How Yor alone managed to escape his madness is unknown (maybe he just knows if he pushes her too hard, she will kick him in the ribs).

Nightfall is like a baby sister to him. He is always flattered by the way she looks up to him. He's subconsciously very possessive of her. She's the only spy that can compare to him, so why would he let her go even for a second? Whenever Nightfall does a mission with someone else he gets all bent out of shape. When he sees her having a good productive conversation with someone at the hospital he goes into his office to sulk. He'll never just say it's because he cares about her and wants to spend time with her. He'll never just admit she's the second best spy in all of wise and it's an honour to work with her. No. Instead He'll pout like a baby.

Franky can never talk about his other clients with Loid. Once, he said he couldn't babysit because he had to work on something for another client, and Twilight was like "oh I see... so this other guy he's more important to you- no it's fine I just- nothing." He knows that Franky has other clients and jobs, but he always thought he was special and different, not like the other spies. He's Twilight for crying out loud, who would pick some low level nobody spy over thee Twilight. It's not because he thinks of Franky as his oldest friend and one of the few people who know his so intimately. It's not that he hates being reminded of the transactional aspect of their relationship and is too afraid to ask for more. It's just Franky not appreciating knowing thee greatest spy in all of westalis. Yeah- he's the problem, not Twilight.

Handler has already accepted that Twilight is a closed off man afraid of being honest and intimate, but he is also an ego maniac who needs to be praised every day or his will die. Will he ever admit that he does idolize Handler and think of her as a mentor and dear friend? Will he be honest about his worries for her health? Has having a daughter shifted the way he conceptualized her trauma and made him even more sympathetic to the woman? Does he hate being reminded that he's just another spy on her endless roster and that outside of his exceptional abilities she doesn't care about him even though she regularly shows interest in him beyond his espionage duties? No. Instead, he will fake gag whenever she mentions another agent like a brat.

But the worst of all, Anya.

And it's not like some creepy, possessive girl dad nonsense. Anya is his baby. She sees him at his most innocent and pure (well in his mind). Her love for him is raw and unaffected by his abilities. She loves him for him. She doesn't see the scared little beggar boy or the vengeful army man or the elusive spy; she just sees her papa and all the wonderful things he does for her. If Twilight had a saviour complex before now, it is in full drive. When he comes home and she hops out of the chair, toddling over to the front door to greet him with the brightest smile, it melts him completely. Not only does he love Anya, he loves being loved by her.

So when someone else is on the receiving end, her innocent yet boundless affection, it drives him insane. When she cuddles with Yor on the couch instead of him. When she runs and hugs Franky's leg. When she passes out on Bond. When she talks about how smart and cool Mr. Henderson is. When she shows off a gift she got from Becky. Damian. And let's not forget his life long beef with that bitch Bondman. Stealing all his swag.

Anya, of course, ignores the bastard. Before she would worry, he was going to take her back, but then she realized he was just afraid of losing her, so ain't no way she's going back to the orphanage.

So yes, Twilight is prone to fits of jealousy. But not for his wife- just everybody else.

[all-pacas]

When do you think choreman started becoming friends?

Define friends, lol.

Maybe S7? It's surprisingly hard to say.

Foreman openly and loudly dislikes Chase for the first three seasons, and makes no secret of it: he thinks Chase should lose his job in Control even before Chase goes to Vogler, and later backs it up to House, he tells Chase in S3 that he doesn't like him, and Chase tells a patient in S1 that Foreman hates him. They have some moments of coworker friendliness (teasing Cameron together, mostly; there's some off-screen sharing of gossip back and forth), but there's absolutely no indication they like one another or even respect one another much. We even see them both try and reach out to the other (Foreman to Chase in Socratic Method, Chase to Foreman in House Training and Family), and these efforts be summarily rebuffed.

It's useful to compare their relationships to Cameron to see what I mean: Foreman and Chase are just fine at pretending to get along for the sake of their jobs, but that's baseline coworker stuff. By contrast we see Foreman repeatedly engage Cameron in philosophical debates he really seems to enjoy; he gets a bit protective of her about her crush on House; they have several real, sincere conversations — his calling her out about her commitment issues in Insensitive, for example, is very much Foreman being sincere with her and kind. He apologizes for being a jerk. He tries to frame his critique as a good thing.

The same goes for Cameron and Chase. She talks to him about her crush on House, apparently in some detail; he's the first one she tells, and is already in the loop when Cameron starts pushing her feelings. They're also quick to defend one another, professionally and over personal issues, and, while their eventual relationship kind of obscures their "friendship," they always spend time together, there's entire episodes where Chase is just found in the ER: they clearly enjoy one another's company.

Another thing I find interesting (we'll return to Choreman in a second, I promise) is a throwaway line of Thirteen's in S7. Finding out House said she was in rehab, she complains it really limits her social options with the guys. In particular, she complains, without being able to go out drinking, she and Chase will no longer be friends. Obviously she is joking, but Thirteen is also implying she and Chase do go out drinking sometimes. Nice for them. Not all that deep. More than Choreman ever gets. Sure, we see in S1 they go out for a hosted dinner and drinks… but Cameron is there. We never, ever hear of the two of them hanging out as friends.

This trend continues through S4-5: Foreman has a brief stint in S4 convinced Chase is wildly jealous of him and running the firing betting pool as some sort of revenge plan, which is a) funny as hell and b) still not friends. S6, Foreman hires Cameron and Chase back on the basis of I know I can work with you, not friendship; he fumbles the ball pretty fucking hard with Chase post-divorce, and is no more successful (arguably less) at reaching out to him than any of the others. He takes no interest in Chase's obvious depression except to tell him to get over it. S7, they continue to clash: Chase seems to develop a new hobby of trolling Foreman on purpose, which he's actually been doing since S1 and is quite good at. There's no indications the two kept in touch during the S8 gap, and when they have a personal conversation at the end episode five, the most we get is Foreman calling Chase "one of my best doctors," which is so funny, I love that he can't even compliment Chase without making it a compliment towards himself first.

I sound like I'm focusing more on Foreman here, like I think Foreman hates Chase and Chase is innocent. I actually don't think Chase likes Foreman any more than the reverse! It's just that Chase is a more passive person by nature. He's not as overt with his disrespect, because that's just not his style. But we see that as late as S7, Chase really doesn't respect Foreman much: he calls him out pretty thoroughly in Massage Therapy, and generally delights in undermining Foreman's authority.

For another tangent, let's look at Taubman. I wouldn't say the two particularly get along in S4-6; they have a similar we're coworkers vibe, and that's perfectly fine. But by S7, we really see them become friends. It isn't subtle. Taub and Foreman like one another a lot. They are good friends, unlikely as it seems. They enjoy living together and playing video games and spending time. Just like the earlier Cameron examples, there is none of this from Chase and Foreman. We never hear about them hanging out without a buffer.

I said I thought S7 was the turning point. I was kind of lying, because there's not really any moment or evidence for this. But it's also true that after a while, Foreman lays off the animosity and stops blaming Chase for every error or conspiracy against him. Interestingly, they still never get any "bonding moments:" we see, say, Chase and Thirteen get a whole half episode in After Hours, and a friendship subplot in Now What and Private Lives; Foreman and Taub get a whole lot of bonding in Lockdown but also S7 generally. Foreman and Thirteen get subplot episodes; Chase and Wilson even get one in Private Lives. Chase and Foreman have the occasional shared subplot (Changes), but the focus on those is always them at odds or not getting along, not bonding. Did they ever become friends?

I think they respect one another. I think they have the sort of bond that comes of 8 years in the trenches of an incredibly difficult and demanding job. I also know they blatantly don't care about the things important to the other (Big Baby is a very funny and unsubtle example, where Foreman is worried as hell about Thirteen's drug trial, Chase is very interested in his relationship with Cameron, and neither could care less about the other's issues), don't socialize outside work unless there's a buffer, and continue to pretty fundamentally misunderstand one another for years of the show.

I know you're reading this and thinking "what about Dibala?" And I'm going to give my hot take here: I really don't think it was a huge gesture of friendship and love and trust. If anything, kind of the opposite.

Chase spends most of the Dibala arc pushing Foreman pretty hard to let him get away with it. You have to figure this out, you have to speak before the M&M, you have to lie. He drags Foreman way deeper into the coverup instead of taking any responsibility (or any active role in it — Chase does try, but he's not very good at it, and the burden lies mostly on Foreman's shoulders). Chase also lowkey throws Foreman under the bus for his marriage, using Foreman as an excuse to Cameron for why he's avoiding her, can't talk to her, etc: he also guilts Foreman into helping in The Tyrant.

Foreman helping anyway was a very kind thing to do, but I don't know how much choice he had. He was the one who signed off on treatment and charts. He was running the case. If Chase goes down, he's going down too: maybe Foreman doesn't go to jail for murder, but he absolutely loses his job and license. The episode is actually fairly quiet on what, if anything, Foreman believes about Dibala: where Cameron and Chase spend the whole thing debating morality, we don't really know if Foreman thought killing him was right or not. But by protecting Chase, he protected his career and ambitions… and, to be frank, if I'm Foreman and I think Chase is a lazy coward without morals already, I am not convinced Chase wouldn't try to pin the murder on me if I didn't help. Was helping Chase get away with murder still an altruistic (for a very given definition) thing to do? Sure. But it wasn't selfless. It wasn't love.

So when did Choreman become friends?

I don't know. Define friends.

[ugly-cactus]

i think canon evidence points to the fact that remus had loving parents despite probably having a complicated relationship

remus is proficient in DADA, especially in magical creatures, which was his father's specialty. that suggests that lyall spent a lot of time teaching remus 1-on-1, which usually makes for a pretty strong bond – especially for remus, who seems to love finding and sharing knowledge

extracanon/pottermore explicitly says lyall really really regretted his anti-werewolf streak. and that he loved remus plenty, but that feels like cheating to cite so i'm compiling more thoughts eventually

as @dufferpuffer says, snape "conspicuously lacks" an air of being well-cared for in his clothing and hair – signs of neglect, not just poverty; in contrast, remus is poor (at least in adulthood) but his stuff is mended, personalized, stuff that suggests love and attention to detail in his vibe (or idk "characterization")

remus assumes that the dursleys are decent guardians ("write a note to your aunt and uncle, they might worry") and when harry is telling remus about the dursleys, remus just smiles. while remus does threaten the shit out of vernon later, his initial reaction is a bit disbelieving. which makes me think his parents were significantly. (not definitive though. for example, snape also assumes that harry is "pampered" though mostly because he hates james)

although lyall did have anti-werewolf sentiment, it think remus's internalized prejudice / self-hatred is something that could have easily formed without negative familial influences. basically all of wizarding society is wary of werewolves (the curriculum teaches how to HUNT them) and lupin is very conscious of the risk he poses to other people. also he has this negative self-perception despite dumbledore, james, sirius, peter, harry, tonks telling him otherwise – these are all people he respects and loves like the sun – so his prejudice is more a result of his personality (low self-esteem, hates burdening other people) and the societal marginalization of werewolves than individual influence

[schwanemannsland]

Can we see Mona's parents? Like...theirbpersonality and who does she resembles the most (looks and personality)

(This all pertains to my AU version of Mona)

(TW: heavy shit)

Saying Mona's parents were shit at their job was an understatement. They both failed her miserably in their own unique ways. They were stable enough to have Mona when they did with her being a very regrettable accident. They're where Mona got her lifelong addiction from since they were intense users of meth and such (the two originally met through the same dealer and found each other the only person they could relate to). Mona's mom was fairly detached from her role as a mother due to both never wanting to be a mother and finding her circumstance in life too shitty to not dissociate from. At most she saw herself as "the breadwinner" and the main keeper of their home since she was the only one out of the two that tried to find stability within their lives. She actually worked two jobs throughout Mona's childhood which is the reason why she had any sort of food, clothes, running water, and every other basic physical need she required. Emotionally, she was out. She never attempted to relate to Mona on a deeper level which resulted in Mona never feeling any sort of motherly love (later one, Mona's mom highly regrets this and beats herself up everyday for not trying harder). She suffered from Postpartum depression that she never got properly treated which is why she dissociated as hard as she did. The most she did as a parent was form all the house rules and punish her when she broke them (which was just her repeating the corporal punishment her mother did towards her). Their relationship only got even more strained once Mona grew up into her teenhood with them constantly fighting every moment they could. This was one of the leading reasons why Mona ran away at fourteen and never looked back.

Mona's dad was less of a dad and more of a monster the two women had to deal with. He didn't try in the slightest when it came to parenting nor providing for his small family. He continued his self serving life as if nothing had changed after Mona's birth with him spending all his unemployment money on meth and inviting his equally selfish friends over to use right in front of Mona as a kid. Due to both his horrible personality and his brain deteriorating from constant drug use, he was an explosive person. Mona getting in the middle of his fighting was normal to her may it be with him beating up his friends, his wife, or even Mona herself. She just learned that to survive it was best to ignore his existence and stay out of his way. The only form of affection she obtained from her dad was sexual abuse starting from an early age and only stopping once she ran away at fourteen. Despite this going on for over a decade, she did try to tell her mom several times what was exactly happening, but due to both Mona's mom being in denial about her husband being even worse of a human being and not wanting to face the consequences of trying to force this man out of their lives, she would dismiss her. Only did she come to terms with this once she left her husband shortly after Mona ranaway and she can never forgive herself for not believing her. Mona's dad is the biggest reason why she's the way she is; her anger issues, her hypersexuality, her BPD/NPD, etc. He was also the main reason why she ranaway and why she's been on the edge of suicide ever since.

Mona got a lot of her main features from her dad (her high cheekbones, deep, wide eyes, pale skin, and oddly lanky frame) and got her dark hair from her mom. You can imagine how much she hates how similar she looks to her parents.

Mona has zero plans seeing her parents once again since she doesn't think they have changed in the slightest. Her mom is tempted to search her out, but she doesn't know how to find her and what benefit re-entering her life would have. Mona's dad doesn't give a shit and enjoys his solitary life.