#i love her and i love how much she reminds me of myself

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So I read this last night hoping for a nice little shot of bedtime reading. What I got was a chapter - yes, a SINGLE CHAPTER - that carried me through a whirlwind of emotions. Everything from awe 😮 to spice 🥵 to angst and heartache 😢 to absolute LOVE (*gasp* the L word!!!)❤️ and happy tears 🥹. And again, I repeat: all this in a SINGLE CHAPTER. I think that speaks volumes to your skills as a writer, so let's make that very clear. I read this no less than 3 times last night itself. And then at least twice more this morning, just so I could take notes and digest and be coherent when I came here to reblog and give you my thoughts. (as you can tell, that was pointless bc I'm still rambling.)

Also fair warning - this is LONG, and I don't feel like putting it under a cut but just know there are spoilers galore. Consider yourself warned.

First off...In the Soop Yoongi at the beginning. oh you can bet your ASS I noticed him! I will always notice him! 😍

THANK YOU!! I know it's such a small detail but I am so grateful to you for indulging me and including him in there, down to the loose collared tee and the necklace (all the better to pull him in close for a kiss or two 😉)

The chapter progressed through the makeover montage. Something many of us can only dream of! Makeup, glitz, glam, outfits at our fingertips, getting dolled up and made pretty even if just for a night. A perfect Cinderella moment. And I'm theorizing based on the characterizations you've offered us so far...but I think as magical as it was, I think that was part of what led MC to have those doubts later on. She was dolled up and dressed up and it perhaps as much as it made her feel gorgeous, she also knew this wasn't who she really was...and so that 'imposter' feeling was perhaps brewing under the surface. Not saying it was or has to be...but just what I gleam from it in hindsight.

The car. The CAR. Dear GOD don't even get me started. Do you know how hard it was for me to get through my workday today? Thankfully today was a wfh day and most of my calls were camera off, but the one that was camera on? The whole time - the WHOLE time - the line "Grind. Make me hard before I fuck you right here right now" was running through my head and I had to constantly jolt myself back to reality. When I tell you I am here for slightly jealous possessive Yoongi who feels like he has to remind you who your ass belongs to...I mean I am abso-fucking-lutely HERE 👏FOR 👏IT👏. I swear I read that line last night and my brain glitched. I had to go back and re-read it like 5 times. That entire scene was SO FREAKING HOT. And then ordering her to 'keep it in'?? JFC...🥵

The party took us on another journey - this one with insecurities and angst. I felt my heart clench with Yijeong's "Still?" comment bc I *know* that feeling. You can feel stuck when others around you are moving up and away, meanwhile you're still in the same job. And it can be frustrating bc change is scary, there's security and comfort with staying with what's familiar. For some, it maybe that they love what they do and don't want to move, though I don't think this is the case with MC, as she mentioned she wished she could, but hadn't been able to. Perhaps she does want to move, but there's something holding her back. Or maybe she just hasn't had the opportunity. There could be any number of reasons. But to have someone unintentionally talk down to her for being in the same role especially at a gathering like this when everyone around her is recognized for their extraordinary achievements...of course it would make her feel insecure and inadequate. Yeah, in her everyday office she's just one among many. But here, she's the "everyday"normal" person in a crowd of celebs and again, it's easy for her to think "Yoongi could have his pick of any of these gorgeous women...why me?" And then add Mina to the mix and I just...sigh

The car ride home, the drop off at her apartment. When she turned him down, my heart was literally aching as she went in alone...then the late night (early morning) text. Him showing up at her doorstep with his confession. The simplicity of it, the urgency of it. I literally cried the first time I read it (happy tears for the both of them). Her reaction, and then reciprocation of his words of affection. Oh my GOD it was better than anything I could have imagined.

The way that you took us through each and every one of these stages was truly a work of art. I feel like I keep saying this about every new installment of your work that comes out, but this may just be one of my favorite chapters of any of your works, EVER. Just...WOW. Everything about it was just....

(I know that's not a chef's kiss but it's the closest I could find to a Yoongi chef's kiss gif bc yes he is 'cooking' in this clip)

I'm excited to see what comes next!! They've made it official outside the office. What's going to happen *in* the office? What shenanigans will that conniving Danbi get up to? How are they going to have illicit office quickies now that their hiding spot is no longer hidden from the camera's view? And what will happen when Wonwoo shows up?

(you can bet I am staying tuned to find out 💜)

Terms & Conditions | Chapter Seven

✎ ˎˊ˗ Pairing: Min Yoongi x female Reader

✎ ˎˊ˗ Summary: Managing Min Yoongi as one of your encoders during his alternative military service should��ve been simple. He is quiet, punctual—and can apparently type as fast as he can rap! Not to mention the fact that he is easy on the eyes and keeps wanting to help you. You’ve signed an iron-clad NDA, detailing the full terms and conditions of his temporary employment, so you’re supposed to keep things professional, but what happens if neither of you wants to?

✎ ˎˊ˗ Genre: Fluff, smut, co-workers to lovers, office romance, idol!au

✎ ˎˊ˗ Warnings: Purely speculative regarding Yoongi’s alternative military service and how this is really done in SK, some cursing, boss/employee relationship sorta but there's no power play involved, reader and Yoongi are within the same age range

✎ ˎˊ˗ Chapter Warnings: YOONGI IN THIS SUIT. Angst - themes of jealousy, insecurity, Mildly angry car sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), The L Word <3

✎ ˎˊ˗ Word count: 4.5k ✎ ˎˊ˗ Posting date: March 12, 2025

✎ ˎˊ˗ Notes: We’re back after a longish break! Thank you to @glossdebut for beta reading! Enjoy this chapter, my lovelies~ 💕

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

“Hi, baby! I’m back…?” Your voice trails off as you enter Yoongi’s apartment that afternoon and suddenly the living room has been transformed into what can only be described as the scene for the makeover montage in movies (or fanfics?). 

Clothing racks line one wall, laden with everything from elegant cocktail dresses to sleek jumpsuits. A makeup station with a massive lighted mirror has been set up near the window.

It’s chaos, but it’s also… kind of amazing.

“What the—” you mutter to yourself, stepping further into the room.

Yoongi appears from the kitchen, a cup of iced coffee in hand, looking unfazed by the commotion. He’s dressed casually in black joggers and a white t-shirt, collarbones peaking deliciously from the loose neckline. Around his neck, a brown necklace draws your eyes to the smooth column of his throat. What gave him the right?

Anyway, he spots you immediately, face softening.

“Hi,” he says, strolling over to you, stuffing one hand inside his pocket casually. Not him acting all awkward again in front of other people.

You try not to roll your eyes before dragging him towards the nearest room and closing the door behind you.

His face is blank, causing you to whisper-shout, “What is all that?” gesturing wildly at the door that’s shielding the activity outside.

He sips his coffee, completely unbothered. “Told you I’d take care of everything.”

“Yah! You didn’t have to go this far!” you exclaim, but there’s a giddy smile tugging at your lips as you slap his chest.

Yoongi captures your wrist and pulls you closer. “Let me spoil you when I want to, mm?” Soft lips meet your forehead.

You roll your eyes, though your cheeks flush at his words. “Fine.”

“Fine,” he smiles sweetly, pressing a quick kiss on your lips this time.

You pull him back in with a loop of your finger around his necklace.

“Hmm, jagi,” he hums against your mouth, a soft reprimand. “Later, okay? They’re here for you.”

Despite your initial skepticism, it’s hard not to get swept up in the excitement. The team from Bit & Boot is professional but warm, making small talk about your personal color analysis. You’re apparently a soft spring, or was it deep winter?

Someone lays out a few dresses, and your eyes immediately gravitate toward a beige cocktail dress with sleek lines and subtle embellishments along the neckline.

“You have a good eye,” one of the stylists says, removing the hanger. Maybe you did understand the color thingy they were talking about, because they looked pleased. Thank God, because you didn’t want to look like a chump.

Yoongi lingers nearby, keeping an eye on everything. When your makeup artist offers him a chair as if he doesn’t own the place, he smirks and says, “Nah, I’m just here to admire.”

You’re seated in front of the mirror as they work on you, foundation buffed onto your skin, hair teased and styled until it cascades in soft waves over your shoulders. Yoongi stays close, occasionally glancing at his phone but mostly watching you, a small, private smile playing on his lips.

When you finally step out in the dress, Yoongi’s reaction is everything you could have hoped for. 

“Wow,” he breathes, his voice low.

“Too much?” you ask, smoothing the dress nervously.

“Too much? No.” He steps closer, his hand finding your waist, pulling you just slightly toward him. “You’re perfect.”

His words send warmth blooming in your chest. 

The glam team packs up quickly, with small smiles that they try to hide. You bow as they go, leaving the two of you alone in the now-pristine living room.

As the door clicks shut behind them, Yoongi turns to you, his hands sliding down your hips as his lips brush your ear.

“Jagi, we don’t have to go,” he murmurs, voice deep and dangerous. “You’re so sexy. Let’s just stay here. I’ll just take care of you.”

You laugh softly, placing your hands on his chest. “Yoongi, we can’t skip your hyung’s party.”

“Hmm.” His lips curve into a smirk, and his fingers trace lazy patterns on your sides, giving it a light squeeze.

“Yoongi…”

“Just let me kiss your lips for a bit…”

“Uh-uh,” you shake your head. “Lip gloss.”

“Not those lips…”

“Yoongi!” You shout, scandalized at the suggestion. But you’d be lying if you didn’t feel the flutter of something low in your belly as he dips his head to your shoulder, chuckling to himself. He’s such a shithead.

“Fine. But know that all I’ll be thinking about tonight is how soon I can get you back here.” He bites your shoulder for good measure.

“Well, you’d better behave then. Don’t make me regret saying yes to this party.”

He steals the faintest kiss on your lips. “I’ll be on my best behavior.”

He lied.

You’re just in the car and already he is not on his best behavior. 

Not when he almost tears your panties in half as he hooks it to the side and inserts his cock in your warmth without so much as a prep.

Backtracking—this was not supposed to happen. And yet somehow you also knew it would, if you’d be really honest.. See, you were just making light conversation as you entered his Palisade.

“So who’s coming to the party again?”

He unbuttons his blazer, leaning back on his seat. “Bunch of label people, my members. They know I’m bringing you.”

“What did you say?”

“Told them to not act like idiots. And that they better behave.”

You hum, amused at the hint of green in his irises. Maybe it can be greener… 

“And, uh, Yijeong will be there, too?” 

Silence. Except for the soft whirr of the partition rolling up.

“Get over here.”

“Mm?”

“You heard me,” he says, voice a touch darker. 

You shuffle to sit on his lap, the fabric of your dress gathering on your waist. His large warm hand strokes up your thigh towards the plush of your ass, roughly squeezing.

“Grind,” he instructs. “Make me hard before I fuck you right here right now.”

Before you can protest your body is already acting on instincts, rolling your hips as per his instructions. Your panties are getting more damp as you continue to rub yourself against the growing stiffness under his trousers.

You hear the sound of a metal buckle and a zip. He frees his cock (he is not wearing underwear–this fucker!) and before you can do anything else, he hooks your panties to the side.

A wave of bliss courses through you as he nestles his tip against your sticky folds, prodding your clit ever so slightly. 

“Can you take it?” 

“Yeah...” 

He smirks. “Okay then, take it.”

A moan rips from your throat when he slips inside and pistons up into you. Hard, fast, and furious. There’s no build-up, not enough forewarning. But you love the stretch—the painful, delicious sting as he forces himself to fit inside you like he has many times before.

“Say my name,” he grits.

“Baby…”

“Whose dick are you riding right now, huh?”

“Yours, Yoongi—mmph fuck.”

His grip tightens on your hips, the guitar-calloused pads of his fingers pressing into your skin as he fucks up into you deep. The wet, obscene sounds of your slick walls sucking him in fill the Palisade, drowned out only by your soft whimpers and the way Yoongi grunts against your shoulder.

“Fuck,” he breathes, lips dragging along the shell of your ear, against your piercing. “You always take me so well.”

You grasp the leather headrest, desperate for something to anchor you. But there’s no finding your balance when he’s feral—when his cock is hitting so goddamn deep it knocks the air from your lungs. Your head falls back, mouth parting with a moan as the pleasure crests higher. Every inch of skin on fire.

Yoongi doesn’t slow. If anything, the sight of you, the feel of you—fucked-out and soooo fuckin’ wet—only makes him wilder. His hands shift lower, gripping the meat of your ass, helping you bounce on his cock.

“You want me jealous, huh?” he growls. “Wan’ test me?”

“No, I—fuck—”

His teeth graze your jaw, a warning. “Liar.”

A particularly sharp thrust has you crying out, your nails clawing at his back. His chuckle is dark, pleased. “Don’t worry, jagi. I’ll fuck the thought of anyone else outta you.”

You’re close. You can feel it—the unbearable heat pooling in your belly, every nerve in your body coiling tight. Yoongi knows it too, the way your pussy starts fluttering around him.

“Shit, ‘m close…”

“Yeah, that’s it. I like it when you lose control…”

“Ahh. Please, Yoongi.”

“Lemme feel it, baby,” he coaxes, voice rough, strained. “Let me feel you cum for me.”

That’s all it takes. Your release crashes over you, sharp and white-hot, your body trembling as your orgasm rips through you. Yoongi groans, feeling you squeeze him tight tight tight, milking him for all he’s worth.

“Fuck, fuck—” His grip bruises as he slams into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he spills inside, filling you up with every last drop. 

For a moment, all you can hear is the ragged sound of your breaths, the faint hum of the engine beneath you, which you just now realize is already parked. 

Yoongi’s hands smooth over your thighs, as you both come down. Then, with a tired but no less shit-eating grin, he pulls out and pings your panties back into place, pressing his thumb at the seam, before he says: 

“Keep it in for me, jagi.”

You should be scandalized. You can feel his viscous load already dripping from you, but you clench. You hold it in as best as you can. Because you’ll agree to anything when he’s like this.

You shudder, pulse still racing as he presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your lips. It’s gentle—so at odds with what just happened.

“Yoongi,” you breathe, still floating.

He smirks, lazy and satisfied. “My pretty jagi.”

As you rest your forehead against his, still dazed, still blissed-out, he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear and murmurs, “Now, let’s go to this fucking party before I change my mind.”

The party is already buzzing when you arrive, and Yoongi’s hand finds the small of your back, grounding you as he guides you through the crowd. His friends are scattered across the room, a mix of banter and laughter filling the air. 

You’re honestly a little self-conscious after your little car tryst. Is your dress too wrinkled? Is your make-up a wreck? Do you smell like cum?

“Come on,” Yoongi murmurs, leaning in close enough for his breath to tickle your ear. “Let’s go say hi.”

Jimin is the first to turn to you with a playful grin, “So, you’re the one Yoongi-hyung’s been hiding from us, huh?” He raises an eyebrow, his expression equal parts curious and amused. 

Jungkook grins, leaning in for a casual hug. “Hello, Y/N.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, but a small, almost shy smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he introduces you to the rest of the members. Everybody seems friendly, acknowledging you for being Yoongi’s plus one. For the most part, it’s Jungkook who keeps close, chatting with you about Chae and how he’s bummed she couldn’t make it tonight. Cute.

At some point in the night, Yoongi gets whisked away into a circle of conversation on the far side of the room. You hang back, still close but giving him enough space to enjoy his time outside of—let’s be real—babysitting you.

You slip toward the bar, ordering a drink, needing something to do with your hands while you surreptitiously take everything in.

Is that Hwasa? Oh my God, that’s Irene of Red Velvet.

The weight of where you are settles all at once. You knew you’d be surrounded by idols tonight, but knowing and experiencing are two very different things. These are people who command stages, who are revered and respected and admired by millions. And then… there’s you. A glorified office worker who stumbled into this world by accident.

You inhale, shake it off, sip your drink.

But just as you think you’re in the clear, your full government name rings out over the music, a curious voice cutting through the din.

“I heard you were gonna be here.”

You turn, and there he is.

“Jang Yijeong. Long time no see.”

He leans against the bar, the corners of his lips curling in amusement. “Indeed.”

The weight of history sits between you. It’s not bad blood, not really, but there’s something about seeing someone from your past in a space that so obviously belongs to your present that feels a little jarring.

Especially because you suddenly meet said present’s eyes from across the room and the motherfucker mouths, keep it in… and you squirm in your seat as a flush of fluid threatens to trickle down your thighs.

“So, Yoongi-yah, huh?” Yijeong tilts his head, studying you and maybe your odd facial expression right now. “Small world.”

“Yeah.” You shift, inhaling sharply. “So how have you been?”

“Really good. Worked on Yoongi’s last album and tour before his service. Now I’m going back and forth between here and the US, trying to do my own thing.”

“Wow.” You blink, forcing a smile. “I’m happy for you.”

His success doesn’t surprise you. He’s always been talented, always had that drive. But hearing it out loud, seeing how effortlessly he fits into this world—it stirs something unpleasant in your chest.

“How about you?” he asks.

You take another sip of your drink, stalling. “Just boring stuff. I work in the Yongsan municipal office.”

“Oh, you’re still there?” His brows lift, his voice light, but something about the phrasing makes your stomach twist.

Still.

Like you should have moved on by now. Like you’ve been standing in place while the rest of the world surged forward.

You force a small laugh, trying not to let it show. “Yeah, still there.”

Yijeong hums, nodding slowly. “Good thing you didn’t leave.” He gestures toward the other side of the room where Yoongi is now laughing at something someone said, looking so effortlessly cool. “Or else you wouldn’t have met Yoongi.”

And honestly, what do you say to that?

Because he’s right. If you had taken any of the other job offers, if you had made even the smallest change to your path, you wouldn’t be here.

But the way he says it makes it sound like Yoongi is the best thing that’s ever happened to you. Like meeting him was some stroke of dumb luck, the one extraordinary thing in an otherwise unimpressive life.

Like Yoongi is a prize you won rather than a person who chose you.

You swallow, looking down at your drink. The ice clinks against the glass, but it doesn’t drown out the thoughts forming in your head. Is that what people see when they look at you? A nobody who somehow landed Min Yoongi?

Your fingers tighten around the glass. And suddenly, the room doesn’t feel so warm anymore.

As you make your way back toward Yoongi, a voice stops you.

“You must be the famous Y/N.”

You turn, surprised to see a woman smiling at you, her glossy lips curled into something amused but warm. She’s effortlessly chic, her black dress draped elegantly over her frame.

“Oh,” you say, blinking as recognition sets in. His Mina-noona. You’ve heard Yoongi mention her before—a longtime friend, someone he respects. 

“I’m Mina,” she says, offering her hand. You shake it, feeling slightly scrutinized under her gaze—but not in a malicious way. More like she’s curious, trying to piece together the puzzle that is you.

“Yoongi talks about you,” she adds, eyes twinkling.

Your brows lift slightly. “He does?”

Mina hums, taking a sip of her drink. “Not much, but enough. He’s… different these days.”

“Different how?”

“I don’t know,” she muses. “Softer, maybe. More invested.”

Your stomach does a little flip, but before you can fully process it, Mina gives you a knowing look. “You do know what you’re getting into, right?”

The flip turns into a twist. “What do you mean?”

Mina chuckles, shaking her head. “Nothing bad,” she reassures you, waving a hand. “Just… Yoongi’s always been a certain way. Keeps people at arm’s length. Not the type to—” She pauses, then shrugs. “Well. Not the type to bring someone to a party like this.”

You try to keep your expression neutral, but the words settle uncomfortably in your chest. Is she trying to insinuate that Yoongi tends to go for just casual, a typical fuckboi even?

“You must be special,” she adds, smiling. It’s meant to be kind, but it only stirs something uneasy inside you.

You force a small laugh. “I’d like to think so.”

Mina gives your arm a gentle squeeze before stepping back. “It was nice to finally meet you,” she says genuinely. “Enjoy tonight.”

She disappears into the crowd before you can respond, leaving you standing there, your mind spinning.

When you glance back, Yoongi is already making his way toward you, casually grabbing a quiche from a passing waiter and popping it into his mouth.

“You alright, jagi?” Yoongi’s voice is gentle, cutting through the noise of the party like a thread pulling you back to him. 

You nod, pasting on a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

But you’re not. Not really.

Because the moment Yijeong walked away, the thoughts started spiraling. And after that conversation with Mina, it’s like a dull ache has settled into your chest, impossible to shake.

You think back to the office girls months ago, how they teased you when Yoongi first started working in your department. The Blessed One, they had called you. The lucky girl who got to work closely with Min Yoongi. It was all in good fun, lighthearted banter at the time, but now, the words twist in your head.

Do you not deserve someone like him?

Do you not deserve him?

You shouldn’t care what anyone else thinks. You know that. Yoongi is here, with you, choosing you. That should be enough.

And yet, the doubt lingers, wrapping around your confidence like vines, tightening.

A squeeze on your waist brings you back. You blink, meeting Yoongi’s eyes. He’s studying you carefully, his gaze flickering over your face like he can see every thought running through your head.

“You sure?” he murmurs.

You force yourself to nod, offering another small smile as you swipe the crumbs on the corner of his mouth with your knuckle. “Yeah… just a little overwhelmed.”

“Let’s get out of here soon, okay?”

You nod again, pressing into his side just slightly, grateful for the comfort he gives so effortlessly. But the thoughts don’t go away.

And you’re starting to wonder if they ever will.

The drive home is quiet, but Yoongi’s hand wraps around yours, thumb brushing lightly across your knuckles. The silence feels heavy, as if he’s waiting for you to say something, but you’re still sifting through the evening’s interactions, trying to make sense of your emotions.

Finally, Yoongi speaks, his voice low. “Jagi-ya. I don’t know what happened, but you can talk to me,” he says, his tone soft but firm. His hand tightens around yours. “Was it something Yijeong or Mina said?”

You swallow, staring out the window as the streetlights blur past. “It’s not just them, Yoongi,” you murmur, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “It’s… I don’t know. Tonight, it just hit me how different our worlds are. I mean, maybe I don’t belong here, in all of this. You deserve someone who just… fits better.”

Yoongi stares, confusion etched in his features.

“It’s just, people look at you, and it’s like they’re trying to see if I measure up. I can feel it, you know?”

He lets out a slow breath, his gaze steady and intent. “That’s… don’t even worry about that, jagi. I’m here, because I want to be with you.” 

A rush of gratitude warms you, but doubt still clings, threading through your insecurities.

“Thanks, Yoongi,” you murmur, squeezing his hand. “Maybe I just need some time to rest.”

As the driver pulls up outside your apartment, he studies you, his brow knitting in concern. “Want me to come up?” His question is soft, unassuming, yet full of care. “I can make you the sriracha grilled cheese sandwich you really liked last time.”

You reach over, cupping his cheek. “Not tonight,” you say, brushing your thumb gently over that little freckle below his eye. “I think I just need a little time. Alone.”

He sighs, long and labored as he presses your hand against his face a little longer before letting it drop. “I don't love this.” He says, his face falling slightly, but he nods in understanding. “But alright,” he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips staying just long enough to make your heart ache.

“Yoongi…”

“Not that. You don’t call me that anymore…”

Realization hits you. “Baby…”

He nods, eyes moist, and the little wobble of his lips almost makes you want to fold. “Good night, jagi.”

With a final, lingering look, you step out of the car, giving him a small wave as you close the door behind you. The weight of your decision is immediate, filling the quiet of your apartment with the complex feelings from the night. 

As you exhale, you realize you’re left to sort through this alone, the silence amplifying the doubts Yoongi’s reassurance can’t quite erase.

It's 4:12 a.m.

You can’t sleep. How can you? 

You haven’t slept in this bed for days. The scent of jasmine is unfamiliar, when you’ve grown accustomed to sandalwood.

Your memory pillow already forgot the slope of your head.

You flip to your other side, staring at the faint glow of the streetlights filtering through your curtains. Just as you’re about to force your eyes shut, your phone vibrates against your nightstand, the screen lighting up the darkened room.

You check the notification and it's him. Of course it is.

Yoongi: you up?

Any other night, you’d laugh at how much it sounds like a booty call. And maybe it would’ve been. But tonight, it’s different.

You: Cant sleep Yoongi: me too

You stare at your screen, thumbs hovering as you figure out what to say next. But another message is already coming through. 

Yoongi: im outside Yoongi: your apt

Socked feet shuffle to the front door. Every step feels heavy, like your body is torn between running to him and running away.

You swing it open to find Yoongi, looking like a kicked puppy. Your heart cracks.

The sight of him like this—eyes tired, lips pressed into a tight line, hair tousled like he’d been running his fingers through it all night—has you clutching the edge of the doorframe just to keep yourself upright.

You let him inside.

“What are you doing here?” you finally ask, voice quieter than you intended.

Yoongi exhales sharply, his hands pushing through his hair before settling at his sides. 

“I’m here, because…” he starts, then stops, shaking his head like he doesn’t know how to finish the thought. His jaw clenches. His fingers twitch.

You can’t breathe.

And then he says, “I love you.”

The words land like a freefall. No hesitation. No takebacks. Just truth.

“Yoongi…” your voice is barely above a whisper.

“I need you to hear it. Really hear it.” He takes a step closer, trembling hands cupping your cheeks. “I love you,” he repeats, softer this time, like he’s willing you to believe it. “I don’t care how complicated this gets. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I told you before, I’m all-in.”

Your heart is pounding, a chaotic rhythm against your ribs.

Because deep down, you already knew.

You knew in the way he looked at you across the office when he thought no one else was watching. You knew in the way he pulled you closer in his sleep, in the way he whispered your name like a prayer.

But hearing him admit it to it like this—like he was physically incapable of handling a possibility where you didn’t feel the same way, where you would’ve given this up, it’s perhaps the most honest thing you’ve ever heard.

And now, the question isn’t whether he loves you.

It’s whether you’re ready to believe that you deserve to be loved like this. If you deserve to be loved by Min Yoongi…

Yoongi barely has time to register it before your hands are in his hair, yanking him down, your lips crashing against his in a kiss that’s messy, desperate, everything.

He groans into your mouth, his hands flying to your waist, fingers digging into the thin fabric of your sleep shirt.

You press into him, chest to chest, feeling the heat radiating off his skin. His mouth moves against yours with urgency, his tongue sweeping past your lips, stealing whatever breath you had left.

You don’t stop kissing him. You can’t. Not even as he walks you backwards toward your bedroom. He kicks the door shut behind him, his body pressing you against it, trapping you between the cool wood and the solid heat of him.

His hands roam, slipping under your sleep shirt, fingers skimming over your tits, tracing the curve of your spine. Your head tilts back as he trails kisses down your jaw, your neck, teeth scraping just enough to make you shiver.

“Jagiya,” he mumbles, voice thick, rasping against your skin.

You don’t have any other words right now—not when he’s sucking a wet bruise into your collarbone, not when his fingers slide lower, dancing along the lace of your panties.

So you just say the only thing that matters. “I love you, too.”

A low curse falls from his lips, and then he’s moving you to the bed, dropping you onto the mattress before crawling over you, eyes dark, hungry.

“Say it again.”

His hands slip beneath your shirt, dragging it up. His lips follow, open-mouthed kisses searing a path up your stomach, taking a nipple between his teeth.

“I love you,” you whisper, voice shaky, hands tangling in his hair, pulling him back up to you.

“I love you, jagi,” Yoongi crashes his mouth to yours again, swallowing your whimpers as his hands slide down—hooking into your panties—slowly, teasingly, pulling them down. “Let me show you what I mean...”

A/N: Whew! ARe wE GoOD??? The L bomb has been dropped and I am soooo happy because these two deserve the world.

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[koofleur]

something 'bout you ★

: ̗̀➛ 01. intelligible propositions

The storm has begun, and so has a mirage of events that comes toppling over Jungkook's already chaotic life.

pairing : CEO!oc x secretary!jk tags/warnings: fake dating!au, banters, media and press exposures, mature language, light pov shift (only for the first paragraph, rest of it continues in second person pov) word count : 3176

۶ৎ ♡ 국 ; nin's diary ; finally??? set to begin this new journey, here comes *drumroll please* something 'bout you, i have put so much into this, worked on ONLY this first part for like god knows how many days, edited the first draft like a maniac for it to jump from 2.7k to 3.1k words, myself and my overthinking mind as witnesses.

this baby is my full length fic, with a lot of characterization and plotting, emotional backstories, etc that is bound for a messy, but real roller-coaster ride.

that being said, i present to you CEO!oc (our ruby) and secretary!jk. issues and backstories will be prominent in this fic that will influence their behavior and characters, which you will see as time progresses. please take care of them with love ♡ and lmk your thoughts/theories anything i would love to discuss,, inbox and comments always open!

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The caffeinated atmosphere, scattered papers and obviously tattered brain cells are literally eating Jungkook up, alive. An anticlimactic storm rages outside which makes matters worse because he was almost done with arranging schedules for her and was ready to retreat for the day. The digital calendar app open in front of him looks packed, a reminder of yet another treacherous week ahead. She was rather the empress, say. Almost 200 candidates later, Jungkook was the only one who persisted, for what was the longest, painfully slow 11 months in his life, as her assistant.

Her, Kang Y/N, CEO of K&E Group of Companies.

She had quite a plethora of achievements. 5 individual fashion chains, almost a dozen partnerships with revered establishments and what not, this woman was known. 

However, she was indeed infamous for her loaded self which rubbed off the most on ones closest to her, unfortunately including Jeon Jungkook, for the mentioned 11 months. 

“Jeon, my cabin. now.”

The storm reverberated through the silent building, but her voice tore louder, with weight, into his ears through the intercom. Jungkook lets out a huff before gathering the iPad and scrambling towards the cabin.

It was undeniably magnificent, though. Her cabin was almost the size of the entire living room of his shared house with a couple of friends. Pieces of artworks and different design samples from her jewelry line, Ruby, were displayed on the walls like an army of ants. They were red, emanating nothing but painful power. Ruby was the result of hours of team building and work, during which Jungkook was hired. It was chaos but he held through the entire process without crumbling down or resigning.

A day ago at ; “Ruby — the cut of confidence” launch event

second person pov starts.

You briefly eye the entire premise of your office building, all set to be ablaze in red as soon as the clock ticks 5 pm. Everything was perfect, under control, just like how you were. It was not the random super rich kids’ joy ride. You build this on stone, literally, and now letting it fire up, you were positive this jewelry chain was destined to break records.

“Jeon, give me the list of guests once again.” your hands outstretched, ready to have an iPad or piece of paper placed onto it, only to be met with an empty breeze.

“Jeon?” your face contracted, ready to get at him, but a look at his undeniably attractive visage and you could say there was something gnawing at his thoughts.

“Ms. Kang, I think we won’t be expecting Ms. Chaehee today.”

“What? She's the face of Ruby, Our model. She can’t back out at the last minute? I need you to do something about this and call their company manager. I don't care. Need her here by 5.”

“I’ve already contacted them, they flew her out to Hong Kong for a sudden brand meeting, is what I gathered.”

“What you gathered? Are you kidding me right now? Jeon, you have to be more responsible and give me an intelligible reason.”

Jungkook does not say anything, as he knew your reaction would be somewhere in the in-betweens of eating his ears with complaints and firing him.

But the latter wasn’t happening, despite the innumerable moments which made you furious in these 6 months — like that one time when his roommates dragged him to a party, urging him to “live a little” — their words, not his, and you find the draft guest list for the event missing, but he clearly remembers it was submitted well in advance. Nonetheless, that made you personally go to the club he’s at to get mad at his drunken self. A vivid and embarrassing memory it is, but none of you changed your ways after it, though. 

He quietly moves away, arranging for a couple of calls, trying to get Chaehee here in the brief time, if she ever had, between the busy schedules. Work demands him to keep his head down and buried but his eyes wander through it, finding you, as he notices a state of unease lining your frame as you walk further ahead to avoid a swarm of reporters who are eager to spot even the tiniest of flaws. 

Jungkook was multitasking at this point, the constant clamor of the press posed as a hurdle for him to diplomatically settle everything that had been thrown into his hands.

There was no alternative, Chaehee was not going to attend today’s event in person which he knows you could deal with later, but as a sudden wave of lights illuminate the surroundings he knew the media had spotted you, starting to throw questions hither thither.

Somehow, he rushes to your side through the crowd of shoulders, mumbling apologies to ones he had to forcefully make way past. You were already brushing past the splitting questions with practiced ease. Nevertheless, Jungkook caught a glimpse of something else—an unease in your eyes, a flicker of vulnerability hidden behind the poise and control. It was a rare sight, one he didn’t know you’d ever let on.

“Ms Kang! Our sources confirm that famous actress and singer, Han Chaehee, the face of Ruby, will not attend today’s event. Does this mean her departure from the contract even before its launch?”

The snarky remark elicited a scoff from you, and Jungkook was sure you were about to lose your shit with it, thus interjecting, he answered them. For you.

“It is a case of utmost emergency that has been dealt with by our team. Ruby— the cut of confidence will be launched without delay in about five minutes with Han Chaehee joining us online for a timely inauguration.”

He straightens himself, lightly stepping forward, nudging your forearm to usher you behind him, to continue the conversation with the media.

You practically snap your head in his direction as the reporters mumble amongst each other, making this whole mess a headline or two. You don’t care.

All you were struck by, even if you’d hesitate to admit, is Jungkook’s professionalism and how he managed to have it all under check.

———

Your eyes gleam in ruby. The event was a roaring success as you got a few updates on how well media is boosting its reach, the Chaehee situation all settled. The feeling of composure and reign resumed flowing through your senses, feeling like a million bucks already.

Meanwhile, unknowingly you searched for Jungkook for the third time this evening, you kept track of it, it was uncanny, but it’s just gratitude, right?

There he was. 

Talking to the lady who was emceeing for the evening, his expressions appreciative as they go through the-

What the fuck?

You were certainly not a people-watcher, then why the hell did you find yourself scrutinizing the tiniest of interactions that concerned your secretary?

You could feel Jungkook's demeanor shift as you walk pompously towards him and the now long gone woman, who probably finished the discussion, for all you could care. The night bustles with glamour as you watch him eye your figure clad in a red satin dress and your very own designer earring, the exclusive edition ornament stays latched on your ears like cherry on top, catching the light around, shining.

“I didn’t expect you to handle that, well, situation out there.. you actually saved me tonight."

“I didn’t do it for you.”  his words fall for a beat, before continuing;

“But I guess I couldn’t just watch it fall apart. Don’t get used to it.”

His body stiffens and voice simmers with depth as his hands traced patterns on the glass that held a shot of whiskey.

“You still need your paycheck, so I better get used to it.” you shrug smugly before attending to a couple other CEOs who in theory, graced the evening with their presence. 

This was your way. and Jungkook’s too. He hated how well you knew his situation, how he needed this job for literal fucking vitality. He shares an entire single storey with two of his buddies, Yoongi and Jimin and often felt bad at how the elder of all three, Min Yoongi, a promising guitarist and producer who resorted to the small gigs thrown his way, tried to pay half of all the mortgage so as to lessen the burden on his brothers. 

Yoongi has seen them at their worst. When Jimin lost his place in the ballet troupe he was a part of, because of an injury or when Jungkook often locked himself up in his room fixing up the mess at his family home in Busan, as he was funding its construction.

Jungkook had boundaries. He was determined to only show figments of himself at his best, especially in a work - setting. And tonight, he felt those slipping through his grip, as he stood up for you in front of the media, even though it was necessary, why was he steered by this sudden urge to protect you from the roaring questions? And it was during this chimera, you strided over, thanking him? those words barely ever left your pretty mouth, irrespective of the person. 

He let out a sigh, which seems to have caught your attention as you look at him through the edge of your vision while talking to Kim Mingyu, the rising CEO, a star, in a grey tux who was eyeing you the entire evening, much to Jungkook’s perplexity because there, he sees you cozying up to Mingyu, being friendly. 

And wow, a smile? Like the most unfiltered, non trust-fund baby one? That’s an emotion that sprouted almost never.

Your pearly whites shone through the reflection in the glass pane, back turned towards him, as you chatted away. 

He got a glimpse at your happiness. For the first time. But at what cost?

Jungkook lets out a spiteful scoff as he empties the sourness in the glass and walks away, throat burning in fury. He was astonished at your lax attitude to the event, seeing you barely nodding to the emcee from the sidelines as she concluded the evening. The event was almost nearing its end, and since you’d be in your cabin in no time to run a few final touches, he leaves for the office upstairs, trying to get shit together beforehand.

—

Your heels click on the floor rhythmically, stretching and cutting through the hallways etched in silence, opening the door to the office as the night falls proudly outside the vast windows. Seeing Jungkook engrossed in work makes you roll your eyes; there was something about his quiet, unassuming nature that rubbed you the wrong way. 

"Impressive work today, Jeon. You’ve really outdone yourself." 

"You didn’t seem too impressed earlier when I was scrambling for you." he doesn't necessarily accept your backhanded compliment, but who could stop you from throwing another one?

"You looked like a headless chicken, but somehow it worked. Maybe I should hire you for chaos management." you deadpan.

Jungkook was a bit thrown off at your comment, as he scoffs in return.

“I already do too much for being just your secretary, Ms. Kang. Wouldn’t another department be too much?”

“You sound like you built this entire place, feeling entitled much from just talking to a few reporters today?”

You were amused at his indifference, because whatever you threw at him, he worked his butt off, there was no denying that what he did today was apt for the mess you were about to be in.

He did save you after all. While you admitted it, however, he brushed it off like its nothing, drawing the curtains to his territory closed. Like he always did.

“You were the one who thanked me for it, remember, Ruby?”

Your head tilts slightly, drawn to his last few words, as you take a seat on the couch sprawled across one-fourth of the room with a slight smile plastered on your face.

“Ruby? You mocking me, huh? It’s my event. I’ll do as I please. Thought you wouldn’t remember anyway, considering the way you shrugged it off back there.” you raise another questioning glance, watching him skim through your desk as if it’s his domain.

He continues to meander through the minutes of today’s gathering and swiftly rolls his sleeves, getting it out of the way, before turning to you, fully equipped with a retort.

“Well, it’s your empire, not mine. But I guess I’ll clean up your mess when it falls apart, like always.” a half-smile that followed the sentence pricks into your conscience, as if he’s prying it open.

He’s asking for it.

“You have an answer for everything, don’t you, now?” you stand up, facing him as he finally sets that damn iPad down, finishing your schedule, again ever so organized and perfect, much to your dismay. 

You’d be the first CEO to be feeling sad? angry? at their secretary actually being put together for once.

Well, setting records and being unique was definitely your forte.

“Someone has to be the voice of reason around here, and it’s clearly not going to be you because you were flirting at a company event, Ruby. Those reporters were ready to serve your head on a platter. Talk about responsibility.” He muses into your face.

oh.

oh.

That's what he was on about all this while? Now you get it, why he downed that drink so damn fast, while you thought you’d never see jungkook lose his composure at work.

“Do you always watch people so closely?” you step forward, ignoring the fact that you were slightly out of breath at his reason.

“I’ve got better things to do than watch you charm your guests.” his eyes waver through for a second, you swore you felt breaths colliding before he steps back briefly, handing you the iPad.

“Here’s your schedule for tomorrow.”

—

present time;

Jungkook knew he was thoroughly fucked. Ruby? He was certainly not ready to give up this sweet life, yet. Then why had those words taken a leap and proceeded to call you something like that? It was doubtlessly the magic of liquid courage that tangled up in his nervous system. 

Oh whiskey, I’d need to step back from you, or I’d lose my job. His inner monologue was far from his decisions. Jungkook knows so damn well he won’t stop the one thing that brings him peace.

However, he swears on a bunch of contracts, it was disreputable to act so. But the way you didn’t yell at his face like usual? 

okay, to earth, you’re her secretary. you’ve got bills to pay and decisions to make. He reminded himself for the umpteenth time that day, but it wasn’t easy, of course it wouldn’t be considering the fact that he was a mess, a shaking chaotic mess until life came crashing down on him after college.

Jungkook’s gaze wandered to the window of the bus to which his forehead remained pressed, as he watched the storm claiming the sky like a warrior. He couldn’t say the same about his day, though, because you had called him up to the office, made him work two hours overtime just because the files for an upcoming project weren't complete. He had his reasons, which you obviously couldn’t catch on to, warding it off as excuses.

A tale old as time, ain’t it?

Approaching his beloved residence, pun intended, Jungkook noticed the extra pair of shoes placed away near the doorstep. He makes way inside the house, finding an empty living area but inevitable noises coming from his suitemate’s room. Typical, fucking around despite a healing ligament tear, how Jimin of him.

The door creaks open, a girl emerges and leaves in a flash, followed by a man basking in his afterglow.

“Genuinely where do you get the nerves to bring a nurse from your hospital and fuck her at like absolutely no expense?”

“You’d know it better than me, Kook. You’ve done enough in college.”

Jimin was absolutely not wrong.

“You paid the month’s rent?” Jimin questions as he puts away a jar of cookies with two in hand as Jungkook mounts on the couch, removing his jacket.

“Yoongi said he’d do it for me, for the last time. I am working my ass off for that lady, however my parents demand more than what I make. I feel bad, but can’t do anything.”

“Kook, I’m not telling you to do it right away, but if you can, try being more vigilant of how much you’re spending for the home you’re making. Remember you mentioning it need not be finished soon?”

“I know, I’m trying but I just cannot, money is water, it’s just flowing from my hands and not fucking stopping.”

Jungkook runs a hand through his disheveled hair, aimlessly looking out of the balcony.

“I get it, but it’s hard for me too, y’know how I’m right now.” Jimin places the one cookie he didn’t have back in the jar, looking at the younger guy for a beat.

Jungkook just nods, not wanting to escalate the conversation into something heated which he clearly senses is happening. Jimin gets the cue, as he withdraws to his room.

The storm ceased for a moment, a warm darkness took over the sky, as Jungkook leaves the house for a much needed walk to clear his head. He walks around the neighborhood for a bit, eyeing the shops and night stands  but successfully shrugs off the urge to get a snack from the convenience store. People were starting to aim ahead for their homes as he smiled at a few kids walking across him, entering the park to the right.

Jungkook remembers the time he used to actually enjoy the swings, the parks. Ones in his town back in the countryside weren’t as engineered as these were, but they were good enough to evoke a smile on his face. Now they’re just solemn reminders of a lost childhood, just serving as a ready source of adrenaline or maybe even a companion on a sad night. 

These two days were far from sad, however. He had taken so many decisions, ones that didn’t even correspond to who he was. Why had he cared so much to step ahead and defend you in front of the entire mass of people? He didn’t like the way it made him feel—protective, almost. 

Swiftly, a midnight red car stopped by, parking near the open area before the windows rolled down.

That damn car. Again. 

“Jeon, get in.”

Jungkook walked over, briefly greeting the chauffeur before he looked at you.

“Would you command like this if it were a stranger, at such an unlawful time? Respect my personal space.” 

He looks at you stifling a grin, waving your hands in the air.

“You know those are long gone now. Get in.”

Jungkook had no choice but to abide. He needed the job.

“So, as I was thinking, you know, planning and piecing the puzzles, figured out you’d need some extra help, am I right?”

“I need intelligible propositions, Ruby.”

If you could play, he could too.

“I’ll come clean then,”

You twist in the seat, sunglasses coming off. 

Crazy Kang Y/N wears sunglasses in the fucking night.

“Be my date.”

———

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[merethessc]

OP your headcanon about Edgeworth intentionally growing his front bangs out to hide his ears when they blush is EXTREMELY adorable. immaculate. Do you have any other headcanons you’d like to share?

Have a good day.

Yesss OMG hIIIII! im so glad you asked anon!!!! I’VE WANTED TO TALK ABOUT THEM FOR SOOO LONG

HC list because I’m crazy (i apologise that they’re pretty much all about the same topic)

(Healthy and working) Wrightworth is only possible during and after SOJ just because both are at the place in their life and mental journey where they'd be able to form an actual working romantic relationship. 

Wright didn't realize that his feelings for Edgeworth were romantic for a pretty long time (I'd say for about aa2-aa3 time). He knew he loved him, sure, but he loves and cares for Maya and Pearls too, Larry to an extent too. He both didn't bother and didn't care hard enough to look deeper into that feeling, he knew he cared about him and that was basically it. Phoenix is “I'm probably bi, but I have a job so idrc about it rn” in my book. And his feelings did start to fade after awhile. ((before of course getting reignited again)) 

Hot take: I dooon't think Miles is ace/autistic. I just think he is THAT dense. Or maybe has some form of personality disorder. His favorite pastime is yearning. (Please Investigations and him mentioning Wright any chance he gets… “everything reminds me of him”)

Missile is alive and well, retired and lives with Gumshoe during SOJ and beyond. Otherwise I'm hurting everyone and myself. 

Maya wrote steel samurai fanfiction during aa trilogy, and since she has a limited circle of male friends a lot of mannerisms for Steel Samurai she took from Nick. Miles, not knowing the author deeply enjoyed those fics and would genuinely start tweaking out anytime Phoenix did something that alined with Steel Samurai’s quirks, thinking that SOMEHOW Phoenix knew abt those fics and purposely tried to tease him about it. Nick, in fact, did not know anything.

Iris was just as crazy and incredibly supportive of Phoenix’s idea to study law, hoping he would be able to save his friend from going down the wrong path, like she could never stop her sister.

Trucy has crippling separation anxiety. She was so afraid when the whole office decided to go to Khura'in thinking she would be left behind again, this time for good. She was DEVASTATED.  

^ To add to this, Edgeworth knew she came along and agreed to basically play along, thinking that trial shouldn't be THAT bad. The second guards entered and held Apollo and Phoenix at gunpoint, he held her close and covered her eyes. 

Existential crisis for Edgeworth since he's now the age at which his father died. His nightmares resurface again but now in a different form, where he's not too comfortable spending time in elevators with a certain defence attorney and his kid. 

During his lowest disbarment moments, after trials that Miles invited him to assist on, Wright would throw out “I don't have any enemies on the prosecution side and I take stairs” anytime Edgeworth would ask him NOT to bring Trucy to court. 

Similar thing with  Maya realising she’s outgrown her big sister.

Pearl actually picks up a job at Shipshape Aquarium as a trainer. I really like the idea of her being pretty good, although she almost never does shows because she's uncomfortable with theatrical and performing in that way, but she's great as a side trainer.

Athena and Trucy taught Pearl how to put makeup on, since Maya doesn't use it much. Sahsa taught all three some performance makeup (Which Trucy was SO thankful for, since she had to learn everything by herself.. mostly. )

Maggey and Gumshoe are surprisingly good with kids and at first two months they would babysit Trucy while Wright recuperated, they're the best audience, assistants, participants and hecklers Trucy could ask for. 

 Initially Phoenix wanted to ghost mostly everyone, but could never do it. (he did jokingly ask Edgeworth for “a little advice” on how to, Miles did not take it kindly.) 

 Edgeworth has stupid habit of lightly tapping on his lips with a pen or a pencil whenever he’s thinking. Realised how weird it is when Phoenix lent him his magatama. 

After getting shot and getting visited by Wright, Franziska couldn’t stop crying after she was all alone. To think that a person she thought was her rival and basically an enemy that wouldn’t show her mercy and any pity thrown her way would be an insult - came in with genuine worry and empathy kinda destroyed her. She even felt bad making fun of his visit, not that she’d ever admit it. 

She's also eighteen. Of course she cried when everyone left. 

Wright had to step aside when they discovered the contents of Inga’s safe besides the notepad. Held his locket extra tight.  

Apollo counts EVERY of his honorary siblings as part of the family (that includes Rayfa and Tobaye). Which makes Wright a proud father of a goddamn football team (Trucy, Pearls, Athena, Apollo, Rayfa, Nahyuta, Ema, Tobaye… and that’s not counting Kay and Eustace)

Edgeworth still struggles with turbulence, after SOJ cutscene Phoenix resitted himself next to Miles, closing the window blinds, as to not to spook himself out. It was done both for moral support of Edgeworth and in case he passed out, Phoenix would catch Trucy. 

There was a moment in time where Wright REALLY wanted to blame Trucy for what happend, but he couldn’t. ((maybe like the first few days, just to make things more convoluted)) 

Phoenix doesn’t trust people with his medicine or drinks. He can only take bottled drinks  or the ones that were prepared right in front of him.

Pearl looks a lot like her mother. If not for the hair. 

Trucy and Pearl got their ears pierced together. Maya gifted Pearl Mia's earrings and helped Phoenix pick a pair for Trucy.

NEVER put Datz and Butz at the same place at the same time. And never dare to even THINK of leaving them alone together. 

No amount of convincing will make me believe that either Wright or Edgeworth work out. These bitches have the most average build possible. 

Kay works as a private investigator on the side, letting the wind take her wherever the truth needs to be found and stolen.

The “honorary” children of Edgeworth and Wright + Maya have a groupchat, where they mostly just make fun of those two and share the latest wrightworth news (when those two FINALLY started making moves). They often kick Trucy out of the chat though, because she tends to react to messages out loud. Loud enough to compete with the cords of steel. Especially often the season of kicking and reinviting starts when they're spying on these two. 

Phoenix wears his beanie over eyebrows because they're one of his telltale signs. 

If Klavier annoys Apollo enough and stands close enough, he gets poked in the stomach. 

Apollo gets a small dragon pendant in memory of Dhurke. Tries picking up guitar lessons (Klavier likes to tease him about it, but at the same time is really supportive when needed). Klavier enjoys joking about how he's already met future mother in law (they're not even dating 😭)

Eustace is a pretty successful prosecutor with a clean record (similar to Payne, who I genuinely like, so it's a compliment). Witnesses genuinely adore him and working with him. Pretty ruthless when it comes to finding the truth though. Still aloof, especially outside of the courtroom, he leaves all of his brain cells there. 

During Khura'in investigations Phoenix was deliberately more touchy and clingy with Edgeworth, exclusively to annoy him after that whole "don't tell me you missed me, Edgeworth" and Miles claiming he mellowed down through the years. He doesn't seem too bothered by this however.

Self indulgent, but since neither of them button up their suits anymore, hands go right under them :p

The idiot trio aka Larry, Miles and Phoenix share some mannerisms, they probably don't even notice the similarities, until Gumshoe or Maya point it out.

Bobby's family misses him.

not a headcanon, but i cry everytime i think about Feys. So imagine aa 3-5 with “come” by  Adrianne Lenker and class of 2013 with the Fey daughters  in general and just cry with me

I'm also filled by PixelPartners playthrough specifically, so the dynamics mostly inspired by their takes.

And here's an excuse to post bad doodles from random times  about these hcs. Have a nice day!!!

[andy-15-07]

I absolutely, totally love your blog ❣️ makes my day everytime you answer an ask

Could you write sth about reader having real bad insomnia and Joel taking care of her ? In Jackson (everything is fine and everybody is well, but the past shows up in her dreams and makes her give up on sleeping...)

When the Night Whispers

PAIRING: Joel Miller x reader

WORD COUNT: 1862 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

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Jackson's evenings were meant to be peaceful—a haven of community, warmth, and the simple rhythms of a small town. But for y/n, the nights were anything but restful. Despite the life they'd built together in Jackson, the past had a way of creeping into her dreams, turning each attempt at sleep into a battleground of memories and fears.

It was well past midnight when y/n awoke again, her eyes snapping open to the dim glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. Every time she closed her eyes, fragments of painful memories returned: voices, faces, long-forgotten moments that now held her captive. Tonight was no different, and the familiar dread of another sleepless night settled over her like a heavy shroud.

Before she could pull the covers up to hide from the dark, Joel was already at her side. His soft footsteps and the quiet concern in his eyes were a comforting contrast to the chaos in her mind. "Hey," he said in a gentle murmur, settling on the edge of the bed beside her. "I'm here."

y/n's voice trembled as she responded, "Joel, I can't stop thinking... I'm so tired, but I'm caught in these memories every time I try to sleep." Her eyes were full of a weariness that went far beyond the lack of rest.

Joel reached out, carefully brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "I know, sweetheart. I see how much it hurts you. What's on your mind tonight?" His tone was soft, inviting her to share the heavy load of her thoughts.

"It's everything—my past, the things I can't forget," y/n confessed, her voice breaking. "Even here in Jackson, where everyone seems happy, I'm haunted by dreams of what I'd rather leave behind. It feels like the past is always there, whispering to me, even when I'm trying to forget."

Joel's gaze grew serious as he listened. "I'm sorry you're going through this," he said firmly. "But you're not alone, y/n. I'm here to help you face those ghosts. We'll take it one night at a time."

After a long, thoughtful pause, she asked quietly, "How did you cope with your own past, Joel? How did you keep going when the memories wouldn't let you be?"

Joel's eyes darkened with memories of his own struggles. "I've had nights where I thought I wouldn't see another sunrise. There were moments when every memory felt like a weight too heavy to bear. But I learned something important along the way: running from the past only gives it more power over you. I started focusing on the present, on building a life here—even if every night felt like a battle. And when the nightmares came, I'd remind myself that I was still here, still fighting, still capable of finding something good in the darkness."

y/n managed a small, hopeful smile. "It sounds like you're saying that even if the nightmares are real, I don't have to let them define me."

"Exactly," Joel replied, his voice both tender and determined. "You are more than your memories. I know it's hard to believe when the past is so vivid, but every new day gives you a chance to create happier memories. And when those nightmares come, I'll be here to help you through them."

For a long while, they sat in silence, the quiet of the night punctuated only by their soft breathing. Finally, y/n spoke again. "Joel, what if I wake up feeling completely lost? What if the past overwhelms me so much that I'm not sure I can handle it?"

He squeezed her hand, his grip reassuring. "Then I'll be here, holding you until you find your footing again. If you ever feel like you're drowning in your memories, lean on me. We'll talk through it—whatever you need. You deserve every bit of care and every chance to find peace."

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "I'm scared, Joel. Scared that one day I might not wake up because these nightmares become too powerful. I don't want to lose myself in them."

Joel's gaze was soft, his voice a warm promise in the darkness. "I promise you, y/n, we'll face every night together. We can try little things—maybe a routine before bed, a walk outside under the stars, or even just talking until the fear subsides. Whatever it takes, we'll find a way to bring some calm back into your nights."

A tentative smile began to form on her lips as she considered his words. "A walk under the stars... I'd like that. It might be just what I need to remind me that there's still beauty in the night."

Later that evening, as dusk turned to twilight, Joel and y/n stepped out into the cool night air. The streets of Jackson were quiet, lit by the gentle glow of lanterns and the soft shimmer of stars overhead. They strolled slowly, their hands intertwined. "Tell me about one of your happiest memories here," Joel said, his tone light yet sincere. "Something that makes you smile, even for a moment."

y/n paused, looking up at the vast, starlit sky. "I remember the festival last fall," she said softly. "Everyone was laughing, dancing... and for a while, I felt like I belonged. I saw you laughing with our neighbors, and it made me feel safe. It was a time when I almost forgot how heavy my past could be."

Joel chuckled, a warm sound that blended with the night. "That was a good day. I remember seeing you light up with joy—like nothing in the world could touch you. I hope you know that even when you feel overwhelmed by your memories, that light is still inside you."

They continued their walk in a comfortable silence, punctuated by moments of soft conversation. "Sometimes," y/n admitted, "I wish I could just forget everything bad and start over. I feel like those nightmares are a part of me that I can't escape."

Joel stopped walking and looked at her earnestly. "We all have parts of our past that we'd rather forget," he said. "But those memories, as painful as they are, also mean that you survived them. They're proof of your strength. And every day, you're building something new here in Jackson—a life filled with hope and love."

A thoughtful silence followed, filled with the distant sounds of nocturnal life. Then, with a hint of determination, y/n added, "Maybe we can try to create a little ritual. Something that helps remind me that I'm safe here, that I'm not defined by those nightmares."

Joel's eyes lit up with a gentle smile. "I'd like that. Let's make a habit of taking these walks, of talking about the good things—no matter how small. And if ever the nightmares come back, we'll sit together until they pass. I'll be your constant, your reminder that you're never alone."

They reached a small clearing where an ancient oak tree stretched its limbs toward the sky, a natural shelter beneath which they could rest. Joel guided y/n to a weathered wooden bench beneath the tree. "Sit with me for a while," he said. "I want to hear more about what you're feeling. There's no judgment here—only understanding."

As they sat together, y/n's voice dropped to a near whisper. "Sometimes I wake up, and for a moment, I'm sure I've stepped back into that nightmare. The past is so vivid that I can't tell if I'm dreaming or awake. It terrifies me."

Joel's hand rested on hers, steady and sure. "I know it's terrifying, love. But remember, those memories do not have the power to hurt you now. They're a part of your history, yes, but they don't control who you are. You are here, in this moment, with me. And together, we can make new memories—ones that are filled with hope, not fear."

y/n leaned her head on Joel's shoulder, letting his warmth seep into the parts of her that were still raw from the night's struggles. "I want to believe that," she whispered. "I really do. I'm just afraid that the darkness will always find a way in."

Joel lifted her chin gently, meeting her eyes. "Look at me, y/n. Every scar, every painful memory, they're all a part of you—and they make you the incredible person you are today. I've seen you face your demons with more courage than you know. And I promise, as long as I'm here, you'll never have to face them alone."

Their conversation wove through the hours of the night as they discussed fears, dreams, and the quiet moments that made Jackson a home. Joel shared stories of his own struggles, of nights spent wrestling with memories and finding solace in the promise of a new day. y/n listened, her voice interjecting with questions and confessions, each word a step toward healing.

"Do you think these nightmares will ever truly end?" y/n asked at one point, her eyes searching the dark as if the answers were hidden in its folds.

Joel's reply was steady and reassuring. "Maybe not completely, but they can become less powerful. With time, as you create more light in your life, those dark moments will fade into the background. And on the nights when they're still there, I'll be right beside you, reminding you of all the good we have."

As the early hints of dawn began to paint the sky with soft pastels, they slowly made their way back to their home. Joel brewed a pot of chamomile tea—its gentle aroma a small promise of calm—and together they sat on the porch as the new day crept in.

"Drink this," Joel said as he handed her a warm cup. "It might help ease the tension tonight. And remember, if you wake up and feel lost again, I'm right here. We'll talk, or we can just hold each other until you find that peace again."

y/n cradled the cup in her hands, a smile tugging at her lips. "Thank you, Joel. I don't know what I'd do without you."

He leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "You won't have to find out, y/n. I'm here—and I'm not going anywhere."

In that quiet, fragile moment on the porch, as the world slowly stirred awake in Jackson, y/n felt a spark of hope ignite within her. The memories of her past might still whisper in the dark, but with Joel's unwavering presence, each night became a little less daunting, each step toward healing a little more certain.

Together, they faced the promise of a new day—a day where even if the night whispered of old pain, their shared love and strength could quiet even the loudest echoes of the past. And in the soft light of morning, as the horrors of the night receded into distant memories, they knew that no matter what darkness lay ahead, they would always have each other to guide them back into the light.

[marichive]

𝐖𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒

A collection of prompts from Wuthering Heights , by Emily Brontë. Adjust gender / pronouns / wording / etc. as needed.

❝ He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. ❞

❝ If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger. ❞

❝ Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! ❞

❝ I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free. ❞

❝ May you not rest as long as I am living. ❞

❝ You said I killed you--haunt me then. ❞

❝ The murdered do haunt their murderers. ❞

❝ Oh, God! It is unutterable! ❞

❝ If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day. ❞

❝ I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. ❞

❝ She burned too bright for this world. ❞

❝ Terror made me cruel. ❞

❝ What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? ❞

❝ He's always, always in my mind. ❞

❝ If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave. ❞

❝ I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. ❞

❝ I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas. ❞

❝ You teach me now how cruel you've been - cruel and false. ❞

❝ Why did you despise me? ❞

❝ Why did you betray your own heart? ❞

❝ I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. ❞

❝ Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they'll blight you - they'll damn you. ❞

❝ You loved me - what right had you to leave me? ❞

❝ I have to remind myself to breathe -- almost to remind my heart to beat! ❞

❝ It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn. ❞

❝ It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands. ❞

❝ Honest people don't hide their deeds. ❞

❝ May she wake in torment! ❞

❝ She's a liar to the end! ❞

❝ You said you cared nothing for my sufferings! ❞

❝ Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth. ❞

❝ He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. ❞

❝ He shall never know I love him ❞

❝ A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o'clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone. ❞

❝ Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies. ❞

❝ You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence. ❞

❝ ❞

❝ Why am I so changed? ❞

❝ I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. ❞

❝ A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself. ❞

❝ Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy. ❞

❝ Had he been in my place and I in his, though I hated him with a hatred that turned my life to gall, I never would have raised a hand against him. ❞

❝ You may look incredulous, if you please! ❞

❝ The moment her regard ceased, I could have torn his heart out, and drunk his blood! ❞

❝ If you don't believe me, you don't know me. ❞

❝ I'll be as dirty as I please. ❞

❝ The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her. ❞

❝ I hate him for himself, but despise him for the memories he revives. ❞

❝ The thing that irks me most is this shattered prison, after all. ❞

❝ I’m tired of being enclosed here. ❞

❝ I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be. ❞

❝ That proves I love him better than myself. ❞

❝ How cruel, your veins are full of ice water and mine are boiling. ❞

❝ Existence, after losing her, would be hell. ❞

❝ I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing. ❞

❝ She was a wild, wicked slip of a girl. ❞

❝ You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you. ❞

❝ How can she love in him what he has not? ❞

❝ Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous. ❞

❝ Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever. ❞

❝ Good words, but deeds must prove it also. ❞

❝ Remember you don't forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear. ❞

❝ Why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? ❞

❝ Make everything stop and stand still and never move again. Make the moors never change and you and I never change. ❞

❝ As different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire. ❞

❝ It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing. ❞

❝ I never told my love vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears. ❞

❝ He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares! ❞

❝ I have no pity! ❞

❝ It would degrade me to marry him now. ❞

❝ Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me. ❞

❝ In secret pleasure — secret tears, this changeful life has slipped away ❞

❝ Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us. ❞

❝ I begin to fancy you don't like me. ❞

❝ I wish I could hold you 'till we were both dead. ❞

❝ I care nothing for your sufferings. Why shouldn't you suffer? ❞

❝ Will you forget me? Will you be happy when I am in the earth? ❞

❝ Would you like to live with your soul in the grave? ❞

❝ I'm not going to act the lady among you. ❞

❝ You'll be ashamed of me everyday of your life, and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it. ❞

❝ Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living. ❞

❝ Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. ❞

❝ Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him? ❞

❝ This lamb of yours threatens like a bull! ❞

❝ I'm mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down. ❞

❝ I have neither a fear, nor a presentiment, nor a hope of death. ❞

❝ I could not help wishing we were all there safe together. ❞

❝ He’s not a rough diamond - a pearl-containing oyster of a rustic; he’s a fierce, pitiless, wolfish man. ❞

[baked-potatoes-rule]

The tape, Ben, the woods, and the true horrors

When Shauna,Van and Taissa play the tape, they are reminded.

Obviously episode 6 gave us quite the bite to digest and I’m sure many of us still feel their stomachs churn. 

Other people have already done great breakdowns on Natalie,Misty and coach Ben and I doubt I can contribute anything more. We know this is a defining moment for both. Something that is going to mark them for the rest of their lives, along with everything else they did out there. I stand by the initial thought that I had the moment Ben asked Natalie to kill him. It was an act of mercy. They both loved their coach and they both wanted to alleviate his suffering. 

Voices of the past and how the Yellowjackets never left the wilderness.

If I have to pick one moment that will stay with me from episode 6,that would be the feast dance. The real horror and dread lies underneath the ground they walk on. The Yellowjackets feel at home. The wilderness has grown roots inside of them and there is no coming back from that.

And we see it. We see it during the feast when they eat. Lottie hears and watches all of her teammates closely. They are eating and they are content. 

Natalie and Mari are quietly talking while they eat. Natalie with a new found hole in her soul and Mari,surprisingly likeable this season.

We then see Van and Taissa. Eating and concluding that yes, Taissa was in fact right. They are both smiling. 

Shauna is smiling too (been a good while since this one happened). She is merrily munching on Ben’s flesh and she seems surprisingly content. Content because she finally got what she deserves. To be the one on top. To lead. To be seen. 

Misty is sitting on her own, eating and mourning in her own way. In a way she is content too. She will forever carry a piece of Ben with her. Just like Shauna will forever carry a piece of Jackie with her. (A piece?Jackie is still her other half,even in death)

And then we see Lottie,leaving her plate aside and saying “This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.” What does she mean? Now with Ben gone,there’s no bridge to go back home? And suddenly she starts hearing again. Maybe this was exactly what was supposed to happen.

And then they start dancing and singing. It is in them. “It’s inside all of us,” Lottie told Shauna during Doomcoming. 

And then...

Travis and Akilah have been awakened from the trance-induced dance. They look like they don't believe what their eyes are seeing. "Is this real?"

Lottie yells, "No!". It wasn't supposed to happen that way. Lottie doesn't really seem like she wants to go home and looks upset as their ritual has been interrupted. Someone has entered their bubble of reality; someone else is walking on their sacred ground.

Natalie and Mari are in shock. This is too much for Natalie in one day. With Ben's blood on her hands still fresh...can this really be happening?

Taissa looks like her soul just left her body. Because what is happening and who are these people?

Van looks hopeful. One can easily say she is the most eager to get out of the wilderness and go back home.

Misty is in pure shock. She is frozen and there is a feralness in her eyes.

And then there's Shauna, who looks like she just had the kid she despises show up at her sleepover party. "Who are these people? We're finally going to be saved! But what about me leading? Is that how long it lasts for me? Can I ever win? Can I ever have anything for myself?! Also fuck- Ben's head! Our party decoration! We have been discovered and we are totally fucked. These people have to die."

Okay fine...maybe I exaggerated a bit on the last part. We don't know that, but we wouldn't be surprised.

It feels as if someone walked into their home uninvited. Witnessing things no one else is meant to see.

The last thing they probably expected is someone finding them mid-cannibalizing their coach and doing their little dance in their forest dumplings costumes.

They aren't really ready to go home. At least some of them. Lottie...Misty...Shauna...Tai?...

I wonder if there's a part of them that misses it, in the adult timeline. Or at least part of their time in the wilderness.

Where Shauna could unleash the beast inside of her and pour all of her pent-up anger without having someone stop her...

Where Lottie didn't need her medication and was free to see and hear and connect....

Where Tai and Van could love each other and not be judged about it by the cruel society...

Where Misty was needed and she was finally a part of something instead of being ostrasized...

Where Natalie found purpose and she finally felt "useful"...If only her dad could see her...

Did they ever go back home?

Yes. But a part of them stayed there and they brought part of It back with them.

Nothing is more haunting than their bond with the wilderness.

[ninadove]

CECILY: I don’t think you will require neckties. Uncle Jack is sending you to Australia. ALGERNON: Australia! I’d sooner die. CECILY: Well, he said at dinner on Wednesday night, that you would have to choose between this world, the next world, and Australia. ALGERNON: Oh, well! The accounts I have received of Australia and the next world, are not particularly encouraging. This world is good enough for me, cousin Cecily. CECILY: Yes, but are you good enough for it? ALGERNON: I’m afraid I’m not that. That is why I want you to reform me. You might make that your mission, if you don’t mind, cousin Cecily. CECILY: I’m afraid I’ve no time, this afternoon. ALGERNON: Well, would you mind my reforming myself this afternoon? CECILY: It is rather Quixotic of you. But I think you should try. ALGERNON: I will. I feel better already.

This is the epitome of romance to me… What do you mean you only met this girl because you borrowed your brother’s mask? What do you mean you had ulterior motives, but upon seeing her fell head over heels for her instantly?? What do you mean you’re going to reform yourself for her in one afternoon???

BUT IT GETS BETTER:

ALGERNON: Oh, I don’t care about Jack. I don’t care for anybody in the whole world but you. I love you, Cecily. You will marry me, won’t you? CECILY: You silly boy! Of course. Why, we have been engaged for the last three months. ALGERNON: For the last three months? CECILY: Yes, it will be exactly three months on Thursday. ALGERNON: But how did we become engaged? CECILY: Well, ever since dear Uncle Jack first confessed to us that he had a younger brother who was very wicked and bad, you of course have formed the chief topic of conversation between myself and Miss Prism. And of course a man who is much talked about is always very attractive. One feels there must be something in him, after all. I daresay it was foolish of me, but I fell in love with you, Ernest. ALGERNON: Darling! And when was the engagement actually settled? CECILY: On the 14th of February last. Worn out by your entire ignorance of my existence, I determined to end the matter one way or the other, and after a long struggle with myself I accepted you under this dear old tree here. The next day I bought this little ring in your name, and this is the little bangle with the true lover’s knot I promised you always to wear. ALGERNON: Did I give you this? It’s very pretty, isn’t it? CECILY: Yes, you’ve wonderfully good taste, Ernest. It’s the excuse I’ve always given for your leading such a bad life. And this is the box in which I keep all your dear letters. ALGERNON: My letters! But, my own sweet Cecily, I have never written you any letters. CECILY: You need hardly remind me of that, Ernest. I remember only too well that I was forced to write your letters for you. I wrote always three times a week, and sometimes oftener. ALGERNON: Oh, do let me read them, Cecily?

What do you mean she crafted this perfect unattainable passionate romance character that no one can ever live up to???? What do you mean you immediately said “Bet, I'll start studying right away”?????

[epickiya722]

I think Mentor!Miruko is a fun concept especially for Midoriya and yes, I'm saying this out of the two being my favorite characters and I have no shame.

It's just... their interactions would have been intriguing to see and I know some people will out the Team-Up Mission's first chapter and we'll come back to that.

I would have loved them to have more interactions.

And I know, I know.

"Miruko couldn't stand Midoriya."

"Miruko is too impatient to be a mentor."

Neither is really true.

Bringing up the Team-Up Mission, Miruko never said anything that indicated her annoyance to Midoriya.

The most she said to him was that he didn't do anything for the first half and that was true. Other than that, she didn't say anything else that was like "Oh, you're annoying I can't stand you".

In fact, she even said "good job" on his intro about her to Urakaka and Bakugou before then and later she does hear Midoriya out instead of telling him to move so she could kick a guy.

Which is also why I say calling her "impatient" is a misconception.

Miruko hasn't really done or said anything to show impatience or impatience that is so bad that it negatively affects others.

She is a quick mover, but she is also the type to listen. She is the one to jump into battle first, but that is because she likes a good fight and wants to get the job done. She does take being a hero seriously.

And Midoriya, the thing is he is one of the last people who would get on his nerves. Have we forgotten this is the kid who actually wants to learn?

Even if Miruko just had him tag along (as she does in TUM) she would still keep her eye on him (as she did, again, in TUM) and wouldn't have a hard time because as much as a wild card he is, Midoriya does behave himself and will listen.

In fact, he's like Miruko when she was in high school (MHA Vigilantes).

Their personalities definitely give quite a show. Especially, since Midoriya has developed over the story.

Honestly, they both give off "I'll interact with people and I can play nice, but I also like to keep to myself". If they had had more interactions Miruko would have someone who could keep up with her, pay attention, and wouldn't take a dig at her quirk or gender. Midoriya would still learn a few things like kick moves and new spots he hadn't been to in Japan.

Also, you can not tell me these two wouldn't have funny conversations.

"You know I used to break into underground fight clubs."

"Really?! How'd you do it?"

"Kick down the door with a mask on! Ever done anything you shouldn't have before?"

"Well... one time I ran off from where I was supposed to be and fought the Hero Killer Stain to save my friend, I also went to Kamino to save my other friend who was kidnapped from the League of Villains even though I just got out the hospital... what else... oh! And then I fought that same friend on campus after curfew. It's all really embarrassing!"

"I knew you were a wild child! I can see it in your eyes! Ha! So who's your favorite Pro Hero?"

"... is alright for me to say?"

"Is it All Might? Almost everyone favors him."

"... it's All Might."

"Knew it! You know your quirk, how strong it is reminds me of him."

"..."

"I met him once when I was a kid!"

"You did? What was it like?"

"Actually really funny. He came late to the party. Me and some other two guys already dealt with the villains."

[sacchanisekaishikkaku]

Sacchan soon realized that maybe she flew a bit too close to the sun. Perhaps let too much of her cowardice show, since now hearing Sensei ask her such a question left her mind blank. Sacchan stared at him with a very conflicted look as on one hand, she felt frustrated he saw through her so easily, yet she also knew that in her stubbornness, she stupidly made it obvious to him her pain. Though he may have a point. Him asking the question probably would be the better choice. Him being the more confrontational one would probably be the only way for Sacchan to make any progress. But she wasn't sure how to answer the question. She knew lying clearly would only make things worse and she fears he would hate her but if she was too honest, maybe it would unnerve him and make him flee. So with her brain a mess, her anxiety growing, and Sensei's piercing gaze just left her to blurt out everything.

"I don't know....Love is meant for both parties to respect and understand each other, right? Or is it just an agreement that you wouldn't betray each other? That you will be loyal only to each other? Or is just something said since love itself doesn't really exist in a concrete way. But even then, I do know what love is, or I at least think I do. I know that, before I left them, my father loved me for how much I dedicated myself to my work to be his heir. I know my sister and brother loved me since they would help me even if it was my fault and tease me when I got mad at them. I know that some people did care for me, even if others saw our relationship as a sin, and I know that....he...loved me and willingly did everything for me to feel comfortable. To make me belong in my own skin...I do know what love is, and I know what kindness is."

She paused for a moment as her guilt of leaving everything behind never truly went away. Yes, perhaps most didn't care, and she knew the one she used to love also departed from that world long before Sensei and she did, but her family probably thinks she died now. Gone. Probably blaming themselves. That their love was betrayed. It was smashed to pieces. It was her fault for potentially breaking the happiness. But she shook the thoughts briefly to keep speaking.

"And I know you love me. You let me stay by your side when the world seemed against us, you comforted me and listened to me when no one else did, and you found my words to inspiring enough to write. Even now, your willingness to perhaps save me, even if indirectly, make me feel like I'm a somebody, not a nobody. Even your kisses continue to do that. Yet...I guess perhaps my fears of things going wrong or the fear of.....losing everything is still there. I mean, you loved me yet seemed to ignore me...you never once said anything specifically then to reassure your love. Your actions maybe, but also those said actions isolated me too. Even within your love, I was alone. I still have friends and now no family, so your love is really the only thing I have, but it feels hollow when it's not expressed to me. But I guess you've gotten better now. I'll admit my foolishness that your love is proven real by everything you've done and said here. Yet....I still feel so alone....I feel like I always will be even with your reassurance. I mean....he died even when he still loved me. I still had no one like me or just pretended to like me when I still tried to bother make friends. My family might have been disappointed or disowned me if I ever told them I loved you. Love is always conditional for me. Love has never been unconditional for me. Fate will keep reminding me that, for the many sins I make, that ultimately I'm unworthy of anything...to be happy, to be loved, to be acknowledged, to even exist."

Sacchan sensed her eyes were flowing with a lot of tears and her fake smile was gone as her mouth was either in a strained scowl or frown. She knew she looked pathetic, and her words didn't help, but she had say it all perhaps.

"So maybe I do know what love is. Maybe I don't. But I just....hate myself too much to care. I know everything I care enough will be ripped from me and I'll always feel like I'm not allowed to be human. Disqualified to be such. So I'm better off just burying them, so they won't hurt me. So I wouldn't be eaten alive for my weakness even at the expense of no one ever caring or liking me. I rather wish I never exist than be hurt again. By anyone or you. I rather wish I could die right now....so I know you will never know how I feel. And yet, now that I told you all of this, you know it. So all I can really do is just....ha...h..."

Then Sacchan began bawling even more as she now was incomprehensible, her face pressed into her hands as the make up she hand on was smeared and ruined beyond repair. Her mind and heart aches and her whole body crumpled up as everything was in pain and hurt. She wished she was left alone and forgotten. Yet she wanted to be embraced by him and told he loved her no matter what. But she didn't know anymore so the only thing she could think to do was cry and she continued to cry even with the silence growing more vast, making her guilt worse. That she did scare him off, that she did say too much.

she appears tense upon noticing you.

Ah, Sensei....I didn't expect to see you again...

"Wha—"

"S-sacchan? Is that truly... You?"

[rameiixo]

animation exercise with ayase !

[bixels]

Taking the current topic as an excuse to ask you to tell me all the reasons you love Rarijack. Your art for the ship is so sweet and intimate I'd love to hear any in depth thoughts you have.

Breathes in.

I think what makes their dynamic really strong is that they have opposing personalities but aligned values. It's deeper than just "opposites attract." Rarity's fancy, prissy, and femme while Applejack's modest, rough, and "masculine." But both value hard work (to the point of being workaholics), their families (both have guardianship over their little sisters), running successful businesses, and eventually each other. Their relationship can be boiled down to, "Despite our differences/disagreements, I still like you because we value the same things."

We see their relationship develop so much. In the first season, they can't stop bickering about surface-level differences. By season four, they still bicker, but will mend their relationship because they can't help but do nice things for each other. In Trade Ya, they start off arguing over personality differences (Applejack likes old junk and Rarity likes useless crap). Then they pivot and start arguing that they value their relationship more than the other. In the end, they mend things by sacrificing their needs and buying each other a gift. Even if they don't understand it, they know it'd make the other happy. And that's all that really matters. It's a genuinely sweet moment that shows how arguing can be healthy and necessary for relationships to strengthen.

We even see them dropping their hang-ups about each others' personalities. In Made in Manehattan, when Rarity runs off in dramatics about someone's fashion, AJ doesn't roll her eyes or scoff, she smiles. Oftentimes, their conflicts are very common domestic conflicts romantic couples face. Applejack's Day Off is about a woman's inability to balance work and life and find time to properly spend with her partner, causing her partner to feel neglected.

By season seven, they're actively participating in each others' interests. Any problems or conflicts that arise are dealt with, and they come out the other end stronger and closer. In Honest Apple, AJ pretty much spells out why their relationship works so well: even though she doesn't understand fashion, she can recognize and appreciate how much work it takes and wants to respect that. When she realizes her mistake in the episode, AJ goes above and beyond to fix things and apologize to Rarity. They care about each other so much.

The two go out of their way, sacrificing their personal desires and beliefs and doing things they normally wouldn't, to make the other happy. That's just love.

There's Simple Ways, where AJ gets stuck in an unwanted love triangle between Rarity and her hipster crush. And her frustration and anger can be so easily interpreted as AJ finding herself in a terrible position; the girl she loves wants another man, and that man wants her.

I dunno. I've always had a preference for opposites attract ships, but Rarijack's stuck with me like a brain worm because they have the perfect chemistry. The way they show they care, or do things for each other, I've always read it as the truest representation of romance in the show.

[faunandfloraas]

im so glad im not the only person that looks at seungmin and goes "❓tism❓" bc he is Way Too Relatable to me as a person w autism

yeah..... like I say it in jest but also..... well, yk. sometimes you notice something and you notice something and you notice something and you go Hmmmm

[revnashieldmaiden]

I smile as I imagine what Finan’s mother might look like. A woman with dark hair and brown eyes, like the love of my life. I can’t help but wonder if she is small like me or tall like my husband. I imagine her moving with a grace through the halls of a castle, everyone smitten with her.

“I can only imagine the mischief a little Finan would get in to…” I softly chuckle. Seeing the expressions on Finan’s face as he remembers his mother, tells me how much he loved her. How much love she had for her son. It reminds me of how much I miss my mother.

Gods, how quickly he stirs the fires within me… My breath catches in my throat as Finan returns my kiss with a fervor of his own. It quickens my heart, feeling this connection with him.

Hearing Finan describing the legend of Ragnar Lothbrok, I can’t help the lighthearted laugh. “Ragnar was an impressive man. Almost indestructible it seemed…but alas he was just a man, much like you and Uhtred. A strong warrior who started out as a farmer, then became an adventurer. A seeker of what’s around the next bend. I remember for a time he was curious about your God, asking a monk whom he had taken as a slave questions about the Christian faith. I think he was trying to make sense of it.”

As Finan shifts in the bed so I can lay next to him, I rest my arm over his waist. Just touching him and sharing these intimate moments with one another fills me with such warmth.

“The only people I was close to were my parents, and then when my mother passed, it was just my father and I. My half brothers avoided me as much as possible, until my father passed and I had nowhere else to go. I spent some time with Ragnar’s son, we became close friends. He was one of the people that encouraged me to become a shield maiden, like his mother.” A little smile curls my lips as I think of Bjorn, and him asking his mother to train me to be like her. So that I could protect myself since my father was gone.

“I was born in a little hamlet not far from Kattegat. That was where my father became close friends with Ragnar. When Ragnar became Earl of Kattegat, we moved with him there. It was a port town with lots of trade, and of course it’s location was desirable to many who wanted to claim it for themselves. That’s why I’m no stranger to being wary of attacks or threats. We suffered many while living there. Thankfully we had a lot of strong warriors.” There are times when I miss Norway, I just don’t miss the people my brother’s decided to join after our father’s passing. The ones that brought us here to Saxon lands, and used me however they saw fit.

“Do you ever miss your homeland?” I softly ask. “Or have you grown to love it here, in Saxon lands…”

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Striding in through the door of the cottage, Finan is greeted by Myrkr’s little meows, and he smiles when he sees his wife standing in the kitchen.

“Hello, gorgeous.” He drawls, his eyes set on you as he admires you after having being parted for the day.

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Seeing Finan’s admiring gaze, I feel a light blush creeping on my cheeks and a flutter in my heart. “Hello, handsome…” I give him a coy smile, the quickening of my heart almost making me lose track of what I was doing. 

“I’m just finishing up our supper. The stew is ready and I just pulled out a hot loaf of bread.” Smiling I resume cutting some slices of the fresh bread to add to the bowls of stew I just dished up. “Make yourself comfortable, and join me at the table. Tell me how things are going in the village…”

While Finan gets himself comfortable, I set the table. The smell of the food making my stomach growl a little as I feel the little one moving around. 

@thedarkprinceofulaid

[patheticpat]

Told my girlfriend if she could guess who Loop actually was I’d divulge who the people helping the cast in my au and she fucking IMMEDIATELY guessed Siffrin, fuck my inter life lmfao

[xxplastic-cubexx]

friend kayla very delicately asked me today when i first started drawing yaoi and i had to reflect on the fact it probably was avengers that started it all

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

Amy Rose, I love you. You're just like me. They could never make me hate you 🫶🫶