#number 1 bae hater

[regulusstarz]

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aanywayh,, mmore yap please ☺️☺️☺️ ttjell me about the others!!!!! NNYYEEOOWWW!!!

You ask and i deliever!!

I wasn't sure what exactly you wanted to hear so i just did random yaps

Nate: he autistically autisms with his autistic eyes /j. I relate to him sm, hes a little cutie patootie to me.. crying in unexpected and overwhelming situations, he doesn't like big and sudden changes, he likes a strict routine, he puts pressure on himself and is disappointed when he doesn't get something perfect.. bro is ME. I have to replay his route sometime soon cause he's such a cutie. I love him 🙁🙁

Bae: #1 bae hater here. I don't even hate him for anything specific. I just remember having such a deep hatred for him that i went crazy anytime he appeared in the game, so now i have personal beef with him.

Shiloh: I don't have much to say about him. I lovingly wanna smash his head into a wall and dump him in the trash

Everett: Sadly, he is also me 🙁🙁, letting people important to him lead his life is so funny. And him being such a mommy's boy that he calls her after every important thing is hilarious. Also his fashion sense is so stupid it's actually good. I lovingly will bully him

Erm.. also.. Nate x Everett is real, i cannot lie. Bro's are meant to be

[creamflix]

UNSCRIPTED — toji fushiguro x female reader [chapter 1/5]

summary: you’re a faceless author of scandalous smut — great at writing steamy scenes but totally clueless about real-life romance (and with no one to match your freak). enter toji fushiguro, a hot stranger you (accidentally) throw up on during a drunken night out. surprise! he’s also the future voice actor for your smutty novel’s main character. can you survive the awkwardness of your disastrous meet-cute while keeping your identity (and dignity) a secret? welcome to the chaos of your own erotic fantasy romcom!

content warning & tags: (erotic) voice artist! toji, (smut) writer! reader, smutty content!! [will be added over the course of the series], sort of workplace romance, secret/anon identity, slight social media au, meet-cute, virgin!reader, single dad dilf! toji, kid! megumi, strangers to lovers (?), she fell first but he fell harder, mentions of other characters (satoru gojo, suguru geto, megumi fushiguro, shoko eiri, brief mentions of ryomen sukuna)

notes: hi friends !! wow, been a hot min since i wrote something of this caliber. feels good to be back in biz ;D did you all miss persephone! suguru? because there's a LOT of him here >_< i really wanted to publish this as a oneshot but....tumblr hates me so now it's gonna be a chaptered series! oh , joy! ps @nappingmoon i got u bae, this one is for you.

read on ao3! ● series masterlist

➤ related au: persephone [business tycoon! sukuna x reader]

you never really set out to be the face of smut-lit. 

in fact, you weren’t even really a face at all — just a “faceless” author penning scandalous stories for fans who devoured them, and haters who, well… tried to eat you alive.

you’d started out innocently enough, scribbling down your little fantasies and tropes that no self-respecting romance book would touch. then one day, a friend dared you to post one on booktok. 

you thought, "fuck it" and uploaded a snippet of your latest brainchild: a steamy billionaire x star-crossed chef fic called hunger games: not that kind of hungerer. it was, admittedly, extra spicy. 

and oh, did the internet have thoughts.

soon, your comments section and dm’s became a battleground for all opinions on “what qualifies as literature.” gems included:

who even writes this crap? did a middle schooler steal her mom’s laptop? i can feel my brain cells self-destructing as i read this 💀 girl hasn’t even been within a mile radius of a dick and it SHOWS

you'd had to admit… the last comment was right. but hey, they only added to the fuel. 

like moths to a flame, they kept coming back, and the trolling just made your followers skyrocket. a lot of people secretly liked the outrageousness, the drama, and the absolute audacity of it all. before long, your books were trending, and you were raking in numbers (and dollars) most “serious” authors could only dream of.

soon, you found yourself the subject of headlines you never thought you’d see:

the faceless queen of spice: how one unknown author is reshaping romance. trolled online, loved in secret—author sells millions in ebook downloads. social media says she has no idea what she’s talking about, but her bank account says otherwise.

and the kicker?

you’d never had sex with anyone, let alone…well, rocked worlds like your characters. 

here you were, a smut writer with zero real-life experience, who’d single-handedly created booktok’s, bookstagram and hell, even the people down at twitter's guilty pleasure.

but the day big publishers started knocking on your door, it was surreal, to say the least. 

you’d been fully prepared for the anonymous online fame — hell, you’d leaned into it, posting “faceless author life” videos and doing question and answer sessions where you dropped zero identifying details, save for some vague hand gestures and blurred-out backgrounds. but now, major publishing houses wanted in on the action.

“we think your stories have broad market appeal,” one exec had said on a zoom call, trying to make “billionaire mafia love quadrangle” sound dignified. “if we could get them on shelves, we’d reach an audience beyond booktok. international appeal is the goal here!”

suddenly, your filthy, albeit occasionally cringey, tales were going global. they got translated into french (where your enemies-to-lovers series got a fancy new title: l’amour et la haine). your spicy chef saga was reborn in italian as sapore di te, which roughly translated to taste of you (and made you blush, honestly). 

and when your personal favorite, the billionaire’s forbidden touch, hit the japanese market, they titled it 禁断の夜 (which… you didn’t even want to know the translation of, because you knew it was even worse than the original).

you had to admit, though, seeing these books spread worldwide made your head spin. what started as a joke online was now somehow sitting next to classics in international bookstores, becoming a hot commodity for fans everywhere.

but the cherry on top? 

oh, that came when you opened an email from none other than gojo-sonic, the world-renowned audio company best known for its highly specialized audiobook recordings. they’d taken smut literature to the next level, hiring voice actors who sounded like they were in the room with you, all breathy whispers and seductive baritones. people had raved that these audiobooks were “too real” — like they’d been recorded in a closed room with dim lights and a whole lot of… commitment.

they offered you a multi-million dollar deal to turn your books into experiences.

one of your friends, absolutely losing it, texted you as soon as they heard the news:

homegirl [5:21 pm]: “OMG OMG so you’re gonna do it right?? u realize this means ppl will be hearing ur lil virgin brain’s fantasies out loud in their headphones right” you [5:21 pm]: “no kidding. i’m freaking out. this feels illegal.” homegirl [5:22 pm]: “but u gotta!! pls this is ICONIC.” you [5:24 pm]: “they’re giving me millions. you think i’m saying no? lmao.”

it still felt surreal that soon, the whole world would hear your books come to life with professional voice actors — ones who knew exactly how to tease and breathe and make listeners feel like they were right there.

“bring my fantasies to life, huh?” you muttered to yourself, flipping through the contract that would secure your financial future, all because of your fictional men and their, uh, moves. 

who the hell were you to say no to that?

it was surreal enough to get an email from gojo-sonic, but now, sitting across from the ceo himself, gojo satoru, you were starting to wonder if this whole experience was some fever dream.

the man was stunning in an obnoxious, immaculate way. snowy hair, piercing blue eyes, and sunglasses balanced on his head like a headband. and, okay, you had to admit: it was a little weird that he’d named his company after himself — though, frankly, it just fit.

you tried not to laugh when he introduced himself. gojo satoru, ceo of gojo-sonic. the narcissism was off the charts, but so was his charm. as a quick google search before the meeting had revealed, gojo sonic had an impeccable reputation, and there was apparently not a single scandal tied to its name.

“nice to meet you,” you said, shaking his hand and trying to keep your cool. “kinda surprised a guy is running a… company like this. no offense.”

“none taken!” he replied, leaning back in his chair with an easy grin. “if i’m honest, i’m probably the last guy anyone would expect here. but,” he shrugged, “it works. my employees say i’m a ‘girl’s girl,’ whatever that means.”

the way he said it so nonchalantly made you smirk. apparently, the term wasn’t a throwaway nickname, either; the gojo-sonic gossip mill painted him as the absolute dream boss. rumor had it he’d given his whole office a free day off because his assistant had been dumped, and when a writer complained about unisex bathrooms making her uncomfortable, he’d personally had a “feminine touch” added to every single stall, complete with pink hand soap and luxurious lotions. he was kind, considerate, a man who just got it.

“people say i’m probably gay,” he added, laughing as if that was the most absurd thing he’d ever heard. “and you know what? let ‘em think what they want.” he gave you a wink. “as long as they keep buying the goods, i couldn’t care less.”

honestly? the guy made a point. did it matter who he was taking home at the end of the day? not at all, as long as your bank account kept racking up zeros.

“speaking of,” he continued, “we’ve got the full studio ready for tomorrow. you’ll meet the voice actors, go over a few sections, and give input as needed. think of it like a live theater production, except it’s your book.”

“oh, i get to… watch them record?” you asked, wondering how mortifying it might be to sit there, watching actors give their all to lines like, “you’re mine tonight, darling.” 

yeah, you’d written it, but watching someone breathe life into it was a different level of… embarrassment.

“even better,” gojo grinned, looking far too amused by your nervousness, “you’ll get to guide them. they’ll take direction from you — however you want the line delivered, that’s how they’ll say it.”

“you mean i can… like… make suggestions? on delivery?”

“exactly!” he said with a small clap. “we want it to be perfect. i’ve already arranged for our top voice actor, toji fushiguro, to voice your main character.”

toji fushiguro?

if gojo-sonic was the industry’s top company, toji was the crown jewel of voice acting. the guy was a legend. 

he had that smoky, velvet tone that could turn a mundane grocery list into a full-on romance scene. he was also notoriously elusive; some people waited months to get him to even consider their projects. and you — the virgin author who’d stumbled into fame thanks to trolls and booktok — had him voicing your main character?

“wait, toji fushiguro is doing this?” you asked, jaw practically on the floor.

gojo chuckled, looking far too pleased with your reaction. “yep! i think you two are going to work great together. he’s intense but flexible; really good at taking feedback.”

you tried to imagine giving feedback to toji fushiguro of all people. 

“um, maybe say ‘you’re mine’ with more… conviction?” 

“can you sound a bit more possessive on that line?”

“i, uh…” you managed, trying to swallow your nerves. “okay. yeah. sounds… good.”

“great! i think you’ll be amazed. toji’s professionalism is unmatched, and he’ll bring exactly the level of…” Gojo paused, grinning, “intensity you need to really make your character come to life.”

“good luck tomorrow! i’ll make sure everything’s set up perfectly,” gojo had assured you with a big grin as you left the office. “don’t stress about a thing. our identities are always kept top secret here. toji’s included! he’s never done a face reveal, and your privacy is just as ironclad.”

oh god. tomorrow, you were really going to sit there while toji fushiguro acted out lines you’d written on a whim in your pajamas.

sure, not stressing sounded like a logical plan. but after that surreal conversation — and the realization that tomorrow morning, you’d be face-to-face with the one and only toji fushiguro, hearing him breathe life into your raunchiest fantasies — you did what any responsible, mature adult would do.

you headed straight to the nearest bar and got sloshed.

by the time you were three cocktails deep, the reality of tomorrow’s “firsts” hit you like a ton of bricks. first real direction on an audiobook, first time meeting a voice actor, first time dealing with your own steaminess out loud, and — oh god — the cherry on top, it was toji fushiguro himself.

sure, you thought, sipping from your fourth drink and trying not to scream as lana del rey sings “it’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you,” i might be slightly freaking out.

another cocktail slid your way. you squinted, unsure if you'd ordered it or if the bartender was just reading your general mood, because yeah, you did look like someone who needed another round.

“tough night?”

“tough tomorrow.” you swirled your drink, laughing to yourself. “i mean… you ever written a, uh, totally inappropriate novel and had to watch a famous guy turn it into audio?”

“…can’t say that i have.”

you shrugged, downing a bit more of the drink, when the song on the speakers switched to avril lavigne’s complicated. fitting, given that your life had just become exactly that.

“why’d you have to go and make things so complicated?” avril sang, like she knew.

the bartender, apparently used to the types who showed up for existential crises alone, leaned against the counter. “sounds like big stuff tomorrow, then. what kind of work do you do, anyway?”

“oh, just… smutty novels,” you said, letting it slip before you could stop yourself. “just… page after page of absolutely shameless, absurd filth. and now i’m, y’know, supposed to direct the guy. to make it sound like he’s really, um, in the moment.”

the bartender chuckled, raising a brow. “sounds intense.”

“you have no idea.” you sighed, rubbing a hand over your face. “he’s this insanely talented voice actor. i mean, they’ve got toji fushiguro in there, which is like… god. if he knew who i actually was, he’d probably laugh.”

why’d you have to go and make things so complicated? avril continued wailing, her words your accidental anthem.

“well, whatever happens,” the bartender said, passing you a glass of water with a grin, “sounds like you’re about to have a pretty interesting morning.”

“i’ll drink to that,” you muttered, clinking your cocktail glass against the water. you downed it, hoping that somehow, it might chase the nerves away.

and as everytime we touch, i get this feeling started blasting on the speakers, you couldn’t help but shake your head with a groan. if there was a playlist made for romantic embarrassment, it was definitely playing tonight.

in your half-sloshed state, it seemed like a good idea to turn to the stranger who’d just sauntered up to the bar — a ridiculously hot stranger, tall with dark hair, and a scar slashing right across his lip. it was the kind of look that would’ve inspired an entire chapter in one of your books, but as of right now? it was just inspiring some truly regrettable choices.

“goodness gracious, great balls of fire,” you muttered to yourself, just loud enough to catch his attention, which felt smooth, in your totally buzzed opinion. so, of course, you swung around on your stool, plastering on what you hoped was an alluring smile.

oh god, here we go. “hey there, handsome…” you paused, hiccuping “… you come here often?”

the stranger raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, leaning an elbow against the bar with a smirk that could kill. “depends,” he said, voice low and rough. “you, uh, always this friendly after a few drinks?”

oh god. 

oh god. 

but you couldn’t stop now. 

you were committed. 

you were bold. 

with all the poise of a drunk giraffe, you propped your elbow on the bar and leaned in closer, pointing a finger at his chest — totally unintentionally, because your depth perception was off by, oh, about a mile. “well, what can i say,” you replied, attempting a sultry grin. “good-lookin’ guys like you… don’t come around often enough, mister.”

“it’s like i’m drunk off your love,” played from the speakers, not helping your case at all. 

oh god, this was actually happening. 

he actually laughed, a warm, deep chuckle, as he watched you struggle through whatever pickup line was about to escape your lips.

he tilted his head, that smirk turning up a notch. “should i be flattered?”

“you should!” you exclaimed, with a bit too much enthusiasm. “you’re like… i dunno, like one of my… you look like a… a fictional character.” 

smooth, real smooth.

“oh yeah?” his smirk widened. “so, what am i, a prince?”

“more like…” you bit your lip, trying to focus, “an antihero with a… tragic past and just enough softness in his heart to make him dangerous in all the right ways.”

he looked you up and down, bemusement clear in his eyes. “dangerous in the right ways? is that your type?”

you gave a shaky wink, nearly missing because the world was swimming a bit. “maybe.”

he chuckled, his voice all rich and velvety, and leaned in closer. “so… you’re here alone? i mean, besides all the fictional men you’re envisioning.”

“for now,” you replied, trying to sound mysterious, but it just came out as a bit… wobbly.

the bartender set the stranger’s drink down with a raised eyebrow, and he took a sip, watching you with amused interest. “you know, maybe you should slow down before you scare all the good guys away.”

“oh, trust me,” you replied, hiccuping again. “i don’t scare easy.”

he shook his head, clearly entertained, and you felt yourself glowing under his gaze. you were about to continue — just as soon as the world stopped spinning — when you felt the slightest bit queasy, your stomach reminding you that you’d had one cocktail too many.

the stranger’s amused smirk softened. “you alright there?”

“i’m…” you swallowed. “perfectly fine. just, you know… making sure you’re… getting the full effect of my…” you barely managed the word “…rizz.”

he laughed outright this time, low and warm, like he genuinely couldn’t believe you were real. “is that so? lucky me.”

it was all going so well — okay, not well, but you were holding your own, kind of. you had him laughing, after all, which for someone with approximately zero charisma was an accomplishment! but then the first chords of firework by katy perry blared through the speakers, and as if on cue, your stomach decided to join in the grand finale.

“do you ever feel like a plastic bag,” katy crooned, but for you, it was more like a “do you ever feel like you’re about to ruin your night by barfing on a hot stranger?”

before you could process what was happening, the tequila-fueled fireworks decided to erupt all over this guy’s very expensive-looking shoes.

oh god. oh god.

you looked up, mortified, to find him staring down at his shoes, eyebrows raised. wow, would you look at the time? 

run.

“oh… oh no. i… i’m so sorry, i swear this never happens.”

he raised a brow, still looking somewhere between amused and horrified. “well, that’s… comforting?”

you grabbed a napkin, fumbling, still buzzing enough to not know if you should laugh, cry, or just make a run for it.

“guess that’s, uh, one way to make an impression,” he murmured, lips twitching in a smirk even as he assessed the disaster on his shoes.

“oh god. really, i’m… i’m so sorry.” you dabbed helplessly at his shoes with a cocktail napkin, somehow making things worse. “if it helps, i… i normally only vomit on hot guys.”

he chuckled, though you were sure it was mostly at you, and shook his head. “well, it’s one hell of an icebreaker.”

“baby, you’re a firework,” katy sang passionately in the background, but you were already ready to crawl under the bar and disappear forever.

you were surprised — actually, you were shocked — that the stranger hadn’t ditched you after the whole public-vomiting-on-his-shoes fiasco. instead, somehow, he was still right there, leaned in close and casually sipping his drink, just as much a mess as you were. hours had passed, and you’d been rambling about anything and everything, lost in an alcohol-fueled bubble that had turned the night into something you’d never have dreamed of.

maybe it was the booze, or maybe it was the guy’s ridiculously calm attitude, but you’d opened up about your career, the absurdity of writing spicy novels as a faceless author, and even your terror about tomorrow. he’d listened with a smirk, offering the occasional snarky remark or grunt of approval. in return, he’d told you a bit about himself too — well, at least, you thought he did. at some point, the details got hazy.

“so, what do you do?” you asked, squinting at him like it was going to make his face stop swimming in your vision.

he shrugged, swirling his drink and giving a lopsided grin. “something kinda like… acting. you know, nothing glamorous.” there was a hint of amusement there, like he was in on a joke you weren’t.

you squinted harder, your mind pulling up images of random professions. “oh, so like… theater? or like, movies? or wait — commercials? are you one of those guys that has to pretend he’s in love with a bowl of soup?”

he let out a deep laugh, and the sound sent an unexpected shiver down your spine. “sure, something like that. though i’d like to think i’m a bit more convincing than a soup guy.”

you grinned, leaning in closer, your curiosity fully piqued despite your state. “convincing, huh? so you’re a good actor, then?”

“i do my best,” he said, voice low, that amused glint in his eye again.

“you have to be really good to make people believe in, like, totally unrealistic things, y’know?” you babbled, waving your hand. “like, imagine trying to voice —” you cut yourself off, feeling a hint of embarrassment as you remembered why you’d gotten so sloshed in the first place. the irony of tomorrow, and how this entire conversation felt like it was straight out of one of your own stories.

but before you could get too in your head about it, he tilted his head, looking genuinely interested. “voice what? i’m curious, princess.”

princess. the nickname sent a bolt of something dangerously warm straight through you, and you bit your lip to keep from smiling too wide. “oh, nothing…” you said, waving him off. “just, you know… the usual. people who… um, make people fall in love with their voice.”

“and what if i told you,” he leaned in even closer, smirking as if he’d just had the best idea ever, “that i could probably do that?”

you rolled your eyes, not believing him one bit. “oh really? think you could pull it off?”

“depends,” he said with a shrug. “what kinda character am i playing?”

you didn’t realize it, but you’d inched even closer, like you were hanging on his every word. “someone… someone rough around the edges,” you started, your voice dropping, completely lost in the moment, “but with a softness underneath. someone who could make the world stop with just a whisper…”

he smirked, eyes never leaving yours, and for a second, you felt like he was taking every word way too seriously. “i think i could manage that.”

you blinked, feeling a blush rise. 

this stranger had charisma — like, the kind of charisma you’d thought only existed in your characters. 

oh god, maybe you should write him into your next story. you shook yourself, blinking the daydreams away just as he started talking again.

“... and that’s why,” he was saying, “there’s a bit of an art to saying things just right. people think it’s all about the words, but it’s the way you say them that makes it real, y’know?”

you nodded, trying to focus on his words as the room spun just a bit. “so you’re telling me, it’s all in the delivery?”

“exactly.” his gaze dropped to your lips, and he smirked, like he knew exactly what he was doing. “even the… dirtiest lines sound good if you say ’em the right way.”

oh no. that dangerous warmth was back.

somewhere between his intense gaze and that slow, lopsided smirk, dancing queen by abba blared through the bar speakers, jarring you out of your tipsy trance. the upbeat, disco-infused rhythm filled the room, all but laughing at the “moment” you thought you were having with this too-hot-for-reality stranger.

was this a moment? or were you just ridiculously drunk? did he even have a name? or were you just too far gone to have bothered asking?

“you can dance, you can jive,” abba sang, practically mocking you as you stared, wide-eyed, at the man across from you, his scarred lip twisted in a little grin as he watched you piece it all together. he must’ve seen the dawning realization on your face, because he chuckled, reaching for his drink again.

“something wrong, princess?” he asked, leaning forward with a glint of amusement.

oh, great. i’ve already been promoted to ‘princess’ by a guy i might not know the name of. you were seconds away from facepalming.

“uh, nothing,” you said, waving a hand as casually as you could manage. “just, uh, thinking how ironic it is that dancing queen is playing while… we’re, you know…”

“... having a moment?” he teased, clearly enjoying himself.

“well,” you cleared your throat, cheeks blazing, “if you can call me drunkenly staring at you while abba serenades us a ‘moment.’”

“hey, it’s a solid soundtrack choice,” he replied, looking like he was suppressing a laugh. “besides, don’t pretend this isn’t kinda perfect.”

“you think dancing queen is perfect for this?”

he shrugged, sipping his drink. “come on, you’re hammered, i’m here keeping you company, and we’re both, what… living in the moment?” he quirked a brow, his smirk widening as he eyed you, like he was daring you to argue.

and then, maybe out of pure liquid courage, or maybe because the absurdity was too much, you laughed. “yeah, living the moment… with some guy whose name i don’t even know.”

“toji,” he said, offering his hand with a lazy grin, like he’d just handed you a secret.

“toji,” you echoed, shaking his hand. he held on for a second longer than necessary, his gaze never leaving yours.

 oh, this guy was trouble, and you were in so deep.

“and you?” he asked, still holding your hand.

you barely managed to whisper your name, but it came out like a sigh, and he repeated it back like it was something precious. “well then,” he said, smirking, “guess that makes two dancing queens tonight.”

“toji…” you muttered, the name slipping off your tongue again as you tried to place it. there was something familiar about it, like you’d heard it before, but in your tequila-drenched state, nothing was sticking. 

toji, toji… where had you heard that name?

he cocked an eyebrow, clearly amused as you stared at him like he was the world’s most frustrating puzzle. “something on your mind?”

“n-no,” you stammered, then immediately backpedaled. “wait, actually, yes. toji, right?”

he nodded, a playful gleam in his eye. “that’s the one.”

“toji… toji…” you repeated, squinting at him as if a clearer view would magically connect the dots. and then, it hit you — toji fushiguro. 

the voice actor who would be bringing your spicy, shamelessly dramatic main character to life. 

the same guy you were supposed to meet tomorrow, the guy who was probably used to making everyone’s knees buckle with just a whisper.

“no way…” you whispered, clutching your head, and you could practically feel the blush creeping up your cheeks. “you — you’re… that toji?”

he gave a slight tilt of his head, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “what, surprised that i could be both hot and talented?”

you sputtered, trying to backtrack and failing miserably. “no! i mean, yes, but i just — tomorrow —  you’re… you’re the guy who’s voicing my main character?”

he leaned back with a smirk, clearly enjoying the whirlwind of emotions he was putting you through. “didn’t think the universe would give you a sneak preview tonight, huh?”

your fuzzy brain struggled to compute this twist of fate. you were drunk, mortified, and beyond flustered, sitting in a bar with the man who’d soon be giving voice to all your filthy, shameless words. this was almost too much.

“oh my god,” you muttered, sinking back in your seat. “i literally threw up on my main character’s shoes.”

toji let out a hearty laugh, patting your shoulder. “hey, if anything, i’d say it’s on-brand for the kind of night you’d write.”

just as you were processing the sheer, ridiculous insanity of the situation, a fresh wave of nausea hit you like a freight train. before you could even react, you leaned forward and… splattered the floor with a decidedly not-dignified stream of bile. this time, it was almost cinematic, complete with a dramatic gagging sound that had you doubling over.

you watched in horror as you once again spewed your insides onto the floor, narrowly missing toji’s shoes but definitely adding a new layer to the already mortifying scene. 

you’d probably just hit rock bottom.

“oh, god,” you groaned, covering your mouth with your hand as the bile burned your throat. “i swear… i’m not normally like this.”

toji chuckled, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck as he handed you a stack of napkins the bartender had generously supplied. “i’m starting to think i’m just a little too overwhelming for you, princess.”

you shot him a sheepish look as you wiped your mouth. overwhelming was an understatement. 

“yeah, maybe we can leave that out of tomorrow’s team introductions,” you mumbled, trying desperately to pull yourself together.

toji chuckled, tossing a few more napkins your way. “no judgment here. it’s a rough night for a first ‘meet-cute,’ but hey, you’re nothing if not memorable.”

you gripped the napkin, willing yourself to hold it together, at least until you could make a semi-dignified exit. “i don’t even want to know what story you’ll tell people about this.”

toji just laughed, completely unbothered, as if getting vomited on was a regular night for him. “don’t worry, i’ll keep it discreet.” his voice dipped, lowering to a murmur. “for a girl with secrets, i figure you’d appreciate that.”

he lifted his drink and gave you a small toast. “to first meetings — and unforgettable nights. and hey, maybe tomorrow, you’ll surprise me and keep it down.”

oh, god, you thought, as you attempted to bury yourself in your napkin. if only i could crawl under the bar and hide forever.

normally, you wouldn’t wake up with “dancing queen” stuck in your head, but as you nursed the remnants of a truly terrible hangover, it felt almost... pleasant? the upbeat melody cut through the fog of your brain, and you couldn’t help but hum along, even if the lyrics felt like a cruel reminder of your embarrassing escapades from the night before.

“you can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life...”

wait, why dancing queen of all songs? you squinted at your alarm clock, your heart racing as the memories started flooding back like a poorly written rom-com. oh.

OH.

your eyes widened as you bolted out of bed with a speed that could make an olympic runner blush, frantically throwing on whatever clothes you could find — did you seriously still have a piece of glitter from last night stuck in your hair? gross! but no time for a shower; you had a meeting to get to at gojo-sonic, and you were about to meet — erm, remeet — toji fushiguro.

“ooh, see that girl, watch that scene, digging the dancing queen...”

as the lyrics blared in your head like an incessant movie soundtrack, you dashed out the door, praying you’d catch a cab in time. the universe couldn’t possibly let you walk into this meeting looking like a hot mess — especially when your main character's voice was waiting on the other side.

“you’re a tease you turn ‘em on…leave ‘em burning and then you’re gone…”

you rolled your eyes at your own ridiculousness. who cared if you’d practically thrown up on the guy? all you had to do was survive your own personal dance-off with fate and hope toji didn’t remember the lovely little details from last night.

you took a deep breath, determined to channel all the confidence you could muster. today was going to be great. right?

as you walked into the meeting room, gojo practically huffed an air of relief. you couldn’t help but think it was a little dramatic — like, it’s just a meeting. you took a deep breath, trying to shake off the last remnants of your hangover and the lingering embarrassment of last night’s vomit-venture.

the room was brightly lit, filled with a few familiar faces, including toji, who was leaning casually against a table with that annoyingly charming grin plastered on his face. 

great. you’d somehow forgotten just how hot he was in the light of day. 

toji’s presence made your stomach flutter and flip, but you shoved that feeling down — this was business, after all.

you scanned the room and spotted gojo-sonic’s most valued investor suguru geto on a screen in the corner, his hair tied back and eyes sharp as he joined the meeting online. wow, great first impression! with a sudden wave of panic, you could almost hear the dancing queen lyrics mocking you in the back of your mind. what’s next, bursting into song?

“hey, look who finally made it!” toji said, amusement dancing in his eyes. perfect. if he was going to make light of your grand entrance, you had to think fast to steer the conversation away from the disaster that was last night.

“sorry for keeping you all waiting,” you replied, forcing a smile that hopefully didn’t look too forced. “i had... a crazy night.”

toji raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk tugging at his lips. “crazy night, huh? did you bring us any stories?”

you shot him a warning glance, your heart racing as you internally pleaded with him not to say anything that could ruin your career. thankfully, he just chuckled, crossing his arms and leaning back, letting the moment hang in the air without any revealing comments.

“i think we’d all like to hear that,” suguru said, his tone teasing as he adjusted the camera. “but let’s save the fun stuff for later, right? we’ve got work to do.”

you nodded, grateful for suguru’s timely intervention. “yes, absolutely! so, uh, about the voice work —”

the atmosphere shifted as the others exchanged knowing glances, and you knew you’d have to tread carefully. this meeting was crucial, and you couldn’t let last night’s incident derail everything you’d worked for. with any luck, maybe you could just keep your foot out of your mouth for the rest of the meeting.

toji always knew he was hot.

i mean, how could he not? 

with a jawline that could slice bread and a smirk that could charm the pants off anyone, confidence practically dripped off him like a cologne commercial. but the real question was: how to channel this hotness and turn it into something lucrative? great question! 

being a single dad to wasn’t easy, and running from odd job to odd job just to scrape enough money for the brat’s school was proving to be tiresome. until one day, a certain gojo satoru decided to drop a bombshell on him.

“toji, you ever think about using that voice of yours for something... more creative?” gojo asked, leaning back in his office chair, a devilish grin spreading across his face.

“creative? what, like narrating my life as a sad single dad?” toji replied dryly, rolling his eyes. “because let me tell you, it’s not exactly a page-turner.”

“no, no, hear me out!” gojo insisted, practically bouncing in his seat. “i’m talking about voice acting — specifically, erotic audiobooks. it’s the next big thing!”

toji blinked, momentarily stunned. “you mean to tell me that the former bouncer at an elite club would be voicing erotic audiobooks? saying those weird, cringey lines that women seem to love? you’re insane.”

“think about it! you have the looks, the voice, and the whole mysterious vibe down pat,” gojo urged, waving his hands dramatically. “besides, you need the cash, and i need someone to bring a little... heat to my company.”

“you really think people want to hear me read lines like, ‘take me, you wild beast?’” toji quipped, snorting.

fast forward to his first recording session, where everything seemed to be going smoothly until disaster struck. toji was deep in character, delivering his best sexy voice when — bam! — the bathroom pipe exploded in his tiny flat.

“oh god, yes, just like that —” he started, voice dripping with sultry charm, when suddenly, a muffled splash! interrupted him, followed by megumi’s wail from the other room.

“dad! there’s water everywhere!”

toji cursed under his breath, trying to maintain his composure. “i’m coming! just... give me a second, i’m — ah, it’s getting so hot in here!” he struggled to continue, desperately trying to block out the chaos around him while the sounds of the pipe gushing water filled the audio.

but it turned out hormones took over the technical difficulties, because when the snippet was finally released, women and men of all ages were devouring it like it was the last slice of pizza at a party. it even went viral on tiktok, with cringe-worthy wannabes trying to recreate his sultry lines, failing miserably while toji sat back, amused.

“really? you think you can pull this off?” he chuckled to himself, watching one kid awkwardly mimic him. “nice try, kid. but good luck sounding this good while your mom’s screaming at you for hogging the bathroom.”

because toji wasn’t just a househusband — house father — anymore. he was a household name, and everyone knew him. his rise to fame was a wild ride, but hey, at least now he could afford to get the bathroom fixed — one line at a time.

he could hardly wrap his head around how he’d managed to move out of his tiny, crumbling apartment and into a much better place for him and megumi. it was like waking up one day and realizing he’d accidentally won the lottery. “wait, how did i end up here?” he’d mutter to himself, staring at the pristine walls and polished floors. “and how the hell can i pay megumi’s school fees on time without dodging dirty glares from the accounts office?”

he’d walk into the school, head held high, while megumi proudly puffed out his eight-year-old chest. “my daddy’s an actor!” he’d announce to anyone who would listen. toji couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride. i mean, the kid wasn’t wrong. he was acting — acting like he had his life together, at least!

but did his new job stop toji from being a little hoe? oh, hell no. 

if anything, the fame went straight to his head — both up and down there, mind you. toji was like a kid in a candy store, and he was using his newfound charm to siphon money from literally every sugar mommy he could find. 

and daddies, too, if he was feeling daring. 

because people would die to be known as someone “close” to the toji fushiguro.

“oh my god, is that him?” a passerby would whisper, nudging her friend as they walked past toji at a private event.

“i think it is! i heard he’s dating someone famous,” her friend would respond, leaning in as if they were sharing a juicy secret. “i’ve seen him at that new club downtown. he’s just so... magnetic.”

“totally! i mean, if i could get him to call me ‘sweetheart’ just once, i’d die a happy woman,” the first friend would say, fluttering her eyelashes dramatically.

toji would smirk to himself, sipping his drink while casually overhearing their chatter. “yep, you’re right. i’m as available as a 24/7 convenience store,” he’d think, reveling in the attention. "i could probably charm the pants off a rock if i tried."

another group of giggling fans would walk by, whispering amongst themselves, “i met him at that charity event last week! he was so sweet! like, did you see the way he talked to everyone? he’s definitely a heartthrob.”

“sweet? you mean hot, right?” one of them would tease, and they’d all burst into laughter.

“please, if he looked at me, i’d die!” another would declare, all starry-eyed.

toji’s smirk widened. “keep it coming, ladies. i’m just here for the show.” he couldn’t deny it; being the center of attention was intoxicating, and he was loving every second of it.

with a wink and a little wave, he’d keep strutting through life like a runway model, knowing full well he had the power to turn heads and keep wallets open. “who knew being a hot voice actor could be this fun?”

great that you’d ask what toji did with all that sweet, sweet cash! save it all for his brat of a son, of course, even if he wouldn’t admit it. beneath that rugged exterior and playful swagger, he had a soft spot for the little sucker.

just the other week, megumi had been rambling on about wanting a really cool new video game console. “but daddy, alllll my friends have one! it’s so unfair!” he’d whined, big blue eyes practically shimmering with hope. toji had rolled his eyes, trying to act tough, but the moment he saw the kid's face, his heart melted like butter on a hot skillet. “fine, but only if you promise to finish your homework first.”

the next day, megumi had unwrapped a brand-new console, complete with all the latest games, and toji had basked in the sheer delight radiating from his son. “this is the best day ever!” megumi had screamed, wrapping his arms around toji’s waist. “thank you, daddy!”

toji grinned like an idiot, pretending to be unimpressed. “yeah, yeah, don’t go losing it on the first day, alright? and remember, no playing after eight!” he was basically a walking contradiction: a grumpy dad who secretly loved being the cool parent.

then there was that time megumi had been obsessed with this rare action figure from his favorite show. toji had seen the way his son’s eyes lit up every time he spotted it in a store, but it was always sold out. so, naturally, when toji found one online at a steep price, he didn’t hesitate. “i’ll just skip my overpriced rum for a week. totally worth it.”

when megumi had opened the package, he’d literally jumped in the air, screeching like a siren. “no way! you got it for me!?” and toji had played it cool, shrugging his shoulders. “what can i say? your dad’s a generous guy.”

of course, this indulgence didn’t go unnoticed by gojo satoru. the six eyes — er, eyes! — of the man always seemed to be on toji, especially when he noticed his friend was splurging just a little too much on himself — like that new leather jacket that looked ridiculously good on him. 

“i need a jacket like that,” gojo had muttered to himself, glancing at his own wardrobe with disappointment.

whenever toji treated himself, gojo would quietly slide a check over to him, nonchalantly muttering, “just a little something for megumi’s school expenses.”

some people would have viewed it as offensive or patronizing, but not toji. he’d always laughed it off, feeling grateful instead. in his mind, gojo was like a guardian angel — “if guardian angels wore sunglasses and had a taste for expensive sweets.” he saw it as gojo looking out for megumi, which made toji’s heart swell with warmth. “who else would want to help raise my kid? might as well accept it.”

“just don’t make a habit of it, alright?” toji would say with a teasing grin. “i don’t need you spoiling him more than i do.”

“too late,” gojo would quip, already plotting ways to sneak more gifts into megumi’s life. “it’s my new hobby.”

so, when gojo casually dropped the bomb that toji would be voicing one of the hottest, trending smut book — “mating with the demon king” or something equally ridiculous — toji shrugged it off. “simple enough job,” he thought. “and it must be good if they came to me for it.”

but when gojo suggested he read the book to get an idea of the material — “just a little prep work,” he’d said with that infuriatingly charming grin — things took a wild turn.

big mistake, toji would later reflect as he flipped through the pages, his eyebrows shooting up higher than a roller coaster. “who writes this stuff?” he muttered, half-laughing at the sheer absurdity of it all.

the content was downright depraved. there were scenes that had him questioning his entire existence. 

“‘he thrust into her like a man possessed, each stroke igniting a fire within her’ — what even is that?” he read aloud, only to burst out laughing at the ridiculousness. megumi, playing quietly in the other room, wondered why his daddy was cackling like a madman.

“uh, daddy? why are you reading that out loud?” megumi had peeked in, eyes wide with curiosity. toji quickly scrambled to shut the book. “uh, just… learning about, uh, cooking techniques!” he stammered, trying to play it cool. “you wouldn’t get it, buddy.”

but the laughter continued to bubble out of him, and he couldn’t help but read some of the more ludicrous lines. “‘his lips found her collarbone, trailing heat like a wildfire’ — who even talks like that?” he shook his head, utterly bemused.

by the end of the chapter, he was howling. “‘she gasped as he swept her off her feet and into a world of ecstasy’ — oh please!” toji chortled, clutching his stomach, imagining how this would all sound through a microphone. “my kid is gonna think i’ve lost my goddamn mind.”

but hey, if this job was going to pay the bills, he figured he could endure a little humiliation. “it’s all in a day’s work, right?” he muttered to himself, finally accepting that he was now the voice of “mating with the demon king.”

all that reading really took its toll on toji — physically, mentally, spiritually even. after hours spent tripping over lines like “pressed against the throbbing heat of his desire” (yeah, that one took five tries to get through without laughing), he needed to clear his head. so, he found himself at a bar, halfway through a drink, hoping to numb the embarrassment he’d just endured in the name of rent money.

then stumbles this stranger — a cute, very tipsy stranger who quickly parked herself right next to him and started chatting him up, wide-eyed and slightly unsteady. great, drunk people, he thought, resisting an eyeroll as she grinned at him, looking ready to either start a fight or profess her love. 

maybe both.

of course, what are the odds she’d go ahead and throw up on his shoes? yes, his brand-new shoes, because, apparently, the universe had decided that tonight, toji fushiguro would be the world’s personal punching bag. “can’t even get through one drink without some shit happening,” he muttered to himself as she looked up at him with a horrified expression. “we’re off to a great start here, huh?”

after some water and some awkward apologies (mostly her apologizing, mostly him trying not to laugh), they fell into surprisingly decent conversation. she was rambling about her job, the stress, the weird demands — stuff he could sympathize with, honestly. 

and that’s when he dropped it, just for fun: “i’m a voice actor.”

her eyes sparkled with recognition — a little too much recognition, actually, which made him narrow his eyes. “wait, what’s your name?” she asked, suddenly all ears.

“toji. toji fushiguro.”

the second he said it, her face went from curious to horrified to... oh yeah, she knew exactly who he was. “wait,” she gasped, putting her hand over her mouth. “you’re... you’re the voice actor for my book.”

toji raised an eyebrow, deadpan. 

so this was the writer, the one who wrote all that nonsense he’d been struggling through for days. well, wasn’t that just the cherry on top. not only was this his boss but also the very person responsible for phrases like “pulsing need” and “moans spilling like honey.” and she’d just puked on him. 

talk about a power move.

“small world,” he said, his tone dry as desert sand. wonderful, he thought. my boss threw up on me. but, hey, the night was still young. 

he took a long sip from his drink, hoping she wouldn’t take this as an excuse to unleash some kind of creative critique.

“i... i didn’t know you’d be here,” she stammered, a shade redder than before, probably realizing what this made her look like — her, the lady behind the “throbbing heat of desire” shtick.

“don’t worry,” he said, giving her a smirk. “i won’t tell anyone the literary mastermind responsible for all that... romance has a weak stomach.”

you probably don’t remember much after you composed yourself following that second round of projectile embarrassment — but don’t worry, toji remembers. the man’s got a steel trap for the kinds of memories you’d prefer stayed buried. once he’d figured out that you weren’t exactly in shape to be left wandering around, he made the executive decision to get you home. yeah, he’d just met you a couple hours ago, but somehow, through the boozy haze and questionable life choices, he’d managed to catch your address. 

impressive detective work, really… or, well, you may have blurted it out mid-ramble about how “the streetlight outside is the only thing lighting up your lonely hallway.” 

a touch dramatic, but, hey, it worked.

so he got you back to your place (no thanks to the cab driver’s judgmental side-eye), got you up the stairs without you faceplanting, and, after propping you up long enough to unlock your door, he even went the extra mile and tucked you under the covers. you, meanwhile, mumbled something about “tequila being the devil,” blissfully oblivious to the poor guy who’d just witnessed more of your personal life than your closest friends. toji took one last look before heading out, chuckling to himself as you drifted off, probably already dreaming of whatever literary nonsense you’d be writing next.

but what really stuck with him? the damn “dancing queen” chorus ringing in his ears from the bar. maybe it was still playing somewhere out there in the night, or maybe you’d just cursed him with it. because as he walked home, hands shoved in his pockets, there it was, looping over and over in his head. 

“you can dance… you can jive…” 

great, now he’d be humming it for days.

both you and toji were snapped back into the fluorescent-lit reality of the conference room, where gojo was still going on about… royalties? percentages? to be honest, the entire spiel sounded more like corporate white noise to you. 

toji, on the other hand, was leaning back in his chair, looking as disinterested as humanly possible without actually falling asleep. across the screen, suguru appeared in one of those stiff, all-business modes, nodding along to gojo’s speech. his eyes had that telltale sparkle that only appeared when money was the topic — “stakeholder perks,” as gojo would call it, though it just meant suguru got to rake in extra cash on the side.

“and once the audiobook’s live, the split from the sales will be recalculated quarterly, yadda yadda, yadaaa —” gojo’s voice broke into a sing-song, clearly amusing only himself. “anyway, you guys will see some real sweet checks from this.”

“royalties…” suguru interjected, a bit too smoothly, “remind me what those projected percentages were again, satoru?”

toji suppressed a snort. here they were, with the man himself who could barely be bothered to read a weather report straight, much less your raunchy magnum opus. good luck explaining earnings, gojo.

“oh yeah, royalties!” gojo cleared his throat, launching into a number-laden monologue that seemed to somehow both explain everything and nothing at once. toji barely listened, glancing at the digital clock on the wall. it was only when gojo pivoted, with a suddenly very pointed look, that toji actually tuned back in.

“so, did everyone do their, ah, homework?” gojo grinned as his gaze swept across the room, his eyes landing on you with a bit too much knowing amusement. “read the… material?”

you shuffled uncomfortably in your seat, and every other voice actor in the room suddenly found the table, the wall, or their own shoes very interesting.

all except toji, of course, who stretched back with the most obnoxious smirk you’d seen yet.

“homework?” he drawled, deadpan as always. “yeah, got right into it. wouldn’t want to miss a single word of that… fine literature.”

a few of the others exchanged awkward looks, clearly unsure how to respond to the dead-serious way toji said fine literature without a shred of irony. meanwhile, you shrank a little in your seat, not exactly loving the fact that the guy you threw up on was apparently the one voice actor who actually read your work cover-to-cover. not to mention, this was toji fushiguro, the voice actor who’d taken the world by storm with a single, leaked snippet. you'd heard your fans say that he was some kind of god-tier talent — practically a household name. and now? 

he was casually staring you down like he'd just read your diary.

“it’s… it’s not that bad,” you muttered defensively, feeling a prickling heat rise up your neck.

toji raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying himself. “oh, didn’t say it was bad. just, uh… thorough.”

you felt the blush intensify, but before you could reply, gojo jumped back in, undeterred. “great! since everyone’s read it now, we’ll dive into scene breakdowns tomorrow, with input from our illustrious author here.” he winked at you in that annoyingly playful way of his, as if he’d just orchestrated the whole thing for kicks. “it’s all about bringing your vision to life, yeah?”

“looking forward to it.” toji’s tone was smooth, with just enough emphasis to hint at the mischief lying behind his calm expression. you could swear there was a glimmer of challenge in his eyes, and the fact that he’d actually read the book — a book that you wrote in a creative haze, no less — was beginning to feel less like a weird coincidence and more like some cosmic joke at your expense.

suguru’s voice broke through, “and let’s hope that translates to success, right, gojo? my dividends would certainly appreciate it.”

“oh, don’t you worry, sugu bear.” gojo leaned in with that shark-like grin of his. “with toji voicing this masterpiece, and the author right here to guide us? we’re printing money already.”

with a dramatic flourish, gojo clapped his hands together, instantly breaking the tension. “alright, dismissed! snacks are out front — help yourselves, or not! more for me, after all,” he added, a mischievous glint in his eye as he clearly envisioned his sugary hoard.

suguru took this moment as his graceful exit cue, giving a short nod before the screen blinked off. gojo sighed theatrically, clasping his chest. “oh, suguru, leaving so soon? you wound me! who’s going to discuss ‘dividends’ and ‘royalties’ with me now?”

nobody had the heart — or possibly the patience — to answer that question, which suited gojo just fine as he spun on his heel, making his way toward the snack table. 

you, meanwhile, considered vanishing altogether, at least until the next segment of the day when you’d actually need to make yourself useful. judging by the energy in the room, none of the other voice actors were in a rush to strike up a conversation with you. 

ouch. apparently, being the creator of their next project wasn’t that much of a social asset.

you edged toward the door, already halfway to freedom when, like clockwork, a deep, familiar voice stopped you in your tracks. “leaving so soon?”

you didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was. obnoxious didn’t even cover half of it. “just… thought i’d give you guys a break from me,” you muttered, gripping the strap of your bag tighter, hoping it looked casual instead of like an attempt to bolt.

toji’s laugh was low, almost teasing. “a break? i don’t mind the company. in fact, i think the others are just shy.” his words were smooth, but there was a mischievous lilt to them, like he was very aware of just how uncomfortable you probably were.

“right,” you deadpanned, summoning every ounce of sarcasm you had left. “they’re all just shy.”

he chuckled, falling into step beside you as you made your way to the snack table. gojo was already there, unabashedly sampling a tray of tiny cupcakes. he shot you both a grin that was, in all honesty, more threatening than friendly. 

oh god, why is he looking at us like that?

“so!” gojo swiped another cupcake, leaning back against the table as he took in you and toji with an almost too-pleased expression. “getting along, are we? i mean, it’s not every day you get to work so closely with the voice behind your book, right?” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, as if trying to ignite some sort of spark just to make things interesting.

toji, unbothered as ever, shrugged. “she already threw up on me. might as well be friends after that, huh?”

oh my god. 

you felt the flush rise to your face instantly, a mix of embarrassment and horror. he did not just bring that up in front of gojo, of all people.

“aww, how cute!” gojo crooned, looking absolutely delighted as he clapped his hands in that overly-enthusiastic, not-at-all sincere way. “bonding over bodily fluids. you guys are practically soulmates!”

“please, kill me now,” you muttered under your breath, glaring at the snack table like it might provide an escape hatch.

toji leaned in, voice dropping to a near whisper, and you could practically hear the smirk in his tone. “don’t worry, author. i’ve seen worse.”

“great, that’s… comforting,” you muttered, resisting the urge to roll your eyes as you grabbed a snack at random. at this point, you were ready to make a quick exit, potentially before the day’s work even started if it meant escaping this scene.

“now, don’t run off too fast,” gojo added, wagging a finger at you with a sly grin. “i’m expecting all of us back here in an hour, nice and energized. don’t want any excuses!”

toji shot you one last look, equal parts teasing and unreadable, before he turned to grab a coffee. “guess you’re stuck with me for a little longer,” he murmured, a faint glimmer of humor in his eyes.

wonderful. absolutely wonderful. well, at least there’s cupcakes.

it’s only five minutes into the recording session, and you’re already wondering if there’s a job market for earth-burrowing positions. if there is, you’d gladly take it. anything would be better than this…circus.

the sound booth is packed with voice actors delivering line after line of your book’s carefully crafted (painfully cheesy) smutty dialogue. you bite your lip, both cringing and resisting the urge to laugh out loud as one of the actors, a slender guy with an unfortunate tendency to over-dramatize every vowel, reads his line with a tragic sigh.

“i can’t help it… i just want to devour you.”

devour you? you want to throw yourself into the nearest trash can. before you can stop yourself, you lean forward into the mic, managing a half-apologetic, half-pleading tone. “uh, could you maybe… ease up on the ‘devour’ part? like, less dramatic, more… suave?”

he nods seriously, doing a quick vocal warm-up before trying again. “i can’t help it… i just want to devoooour—”

“nope! nope, nope, nope!” you blurt, a little louder than you intended, the cringe spiraling out of control. you quickly clear your throat, trying to sound as professional as possible. “let’s, uh, maybe just skip to the next line.”

from the corner of the room, you catch sight of gojo, who’s grinning so widely you’re genuinely concerned his face might stay that way forever. he’s watching you with an infectious enthusiasm that’s bordering on manic, his eyes practically sparkling with amusement. you’re half-expecting him to yell, “surprise! this is an snl skit!”

you rub at your temple, wishing the earth would do you a solid and open up beneath you, while the next actor — a petite, sweet-looking woman who’s visibly uncomfortable — takes her turn. she clears her throat, looking down at her script, and delivers the line in a barely-there whisper, “i… i want you to take me… take me as if…”

“um…” you grimace, instantly feeling the heat rise to your face. “maybe a bit louder? but, you know, sensual.”

she blushes, muttering something under her breath before raising her voice, though it’s still trembling. “i… i want you to… take me… as if…”

toji, who’s been watching the whole scene from his seat, chuckles lowly, and his smirk sends a jolt of embarrassment through you. “jeez, author, why don’t you just hop in there and show ’em how it’s done?” he mutters, voice dripping with sarcasm, though it’s not unkind.

you throw him a flat look, biting back an eye roll. not like i wanted to be here, you think to yourself. it’s just that somehow, the universe decided that today you’d be responsible for turning lines you’d never want to say out loud into something even remotely palatable.

and it only gets worse. 

another actor — a deep-voiced, well-meaning guy in his mid-40s — leans into his mic and reads out, in a gruff voice you can only describe as a rejected batman impersonation: “you’re driving me… wild.” his tone is so intense it’s like he’s threatening to fight the listener in a parking lot.

“okay… we might want to dial it back a little,” you say carefully, hoping to mask your horror with politeness. “just… a little less ‘supervillain,’ more… warm?”

you hear toji chuckle behind you, low and rumbling, clearly reveling in your suffering. and as you glance over your shoulder, you find gojo, once again, looking like this is the best entertainment he’s had in years. 

at this point, he might actually cry from laughing.

just when you think it can’t get any worse, toji stands, giving you a wink as he heads into the booth for his turn. he takes the mic, his face blank and unreadable as he starts reading the next line.

“i need you… right now,” he purrs, his voice oozing that lazy, sensual charm you’d envisioned for this character. it’s… almost unfair, really. 

there’s not an ounce of irony or overacting. 

toji’s delivery is so smooth, so confident, that it catches you off guard, a flush rising to your cheeks.

gojo lets out a low whistle, giving you a teasing look as if to say, see? was that so hard?

“finally,” you mutter under your breath, swallowing the lump in your throat. gojo raises a brow, clearly enjoying every second of your awkwardness.

you sigh, mentally bracing yourself for the rest of the recording. if nothing else, at least one actor seems to have nailed the tone — much to your embarrassment and gojo’s endless delight.

you clear your throat, attempting to regain some semblance of control over the recording session, which is proving to be harder than herding a pack of caffeinated cats. “right, everyone, let’s, uh, keep moving and go ahead with recording the dragon king’s lines. toji, if you’re ready?”

but you barely finish your sentence before gojo claps toji on the shoulder with that all-too-annoying bromance energy, grinning from ear to ear. “our star is ready, aren’t ya, toji? i mean, look at this guy! look at him! can’t believe i found this gem for gojo-sonic!” gojo’s voice carries that infuriatingly proud tone that practically drips with smug satisfaction.

you stifle an eye roll, and even the other actors exchange glances, half-annoyed, half-amused at gojo’s over-the-top fawning. but before you can jump in to cut gojo off, toji just smirks, sliding comfortably into the mic like he was born to deliver cheesy lines.

“alright, alright,” you murmur, mostly to yourself. “let’s see what you’ve got, mr. dragon king.”

toji adjusts the headphones, his lazy smirk already primed. 

and then he begins, voice low and sultry, hitting each cringe-worthy word with the same ridiculous gravitas that has the whole room mesmerized.

“i have waited eons for a beauty like yours to grace my realm. come… be mine, and together we shall rule the heavens.”

you can practically feel everyone holding their breath, transfixed by the sheer sincerity in his tone, despite the line’s absurdity. you, too, can’t help but feel a blush creeping up your neck, which is just unfair given you wrote these lines. 

you knew what they were meant to sound like, but this? 

he’s delivering them like they’re damn poetry.

toji doesn’t stop there, though, his deep voice carrying each line as though he’s serenading the mic. “my heart burns with a fire only you can soothe. take my hand, and i swear to guard your heart with my very life.”

gojo is practically fawning, batting his eyelashes like a proud parent in the corner. “see, people, this is how it’s done! let the dragon king here show you amateurs how it’s really supposed to sound!”

you resist the urge to chuck something at gojo as the other actors’ eyes widen, watching in awe.

one of them mutters under their breath, “no way we’re topping that.”

and then, toji’s voice dips even lower, the next line coming out in a growl that somehow manages to be both dramatic and, disturbingly, kind of… enchanting.

“you are the breath in my lungs, the flame in my veins. without you, i am but a shadow… a beast in the dark.”

the room is dead silent. 

you’re all fawning, gushing messes, and you’re not even sure how it happened. it’s like toji’s somehow turned this trial recording into an absurdly hot moment. you can barely believe you’re hearing the same lines you once labeled “ridiculously cringey” in the draft.

finally, he leans back, looking pleased with himself, as if he hadn’t just left everyone a little breathless. gojo practically beams with pride, nudging you. 

“so… i think you’ve found your dragon king, wouldn’t you say?”

you nod, still stunned, half in disbelief, half in begrudging admiration. if this was just the trial recording, you could only imagine how many blushing, starry-eyed listeners this final audiobook was going to leave in its wake.

the moment the trial recording session wraps up, gojo is the first one on his feet, clapping his hands like he's just watched the performance of a lifetime. “brilliant!” he practically shouts, pulling out his phone faster than you can blink. “suguru needs to hear this,” he mutters, already dialing his business partner like a kid who can’t wait to brag about his latest toy.

sometimes you really do forget that gojo is the ceo of a multi-million dollar company — an erotic audiobook company, no less. 

is he this passionate about the art, or is it just the money? either way, watching him fanboy over his own employee leaves you a mix of amused and exhausted.

there’s a charm to it, though, even if it’s a little baffling to witness in real time.

as the energy in the studio starts to mellow, you find yourself actually breathing a bit easier. for once, things seem to be going smoothly. 

maybe this whole collaboration wouldn’t be a disaster after all. 

you let yourself relax, even if a small part of your brain chides you with a quick reminder: next time, skip the cheap caffeine fix when you’re pulling an all-nighter writing smut. 

or… cheap anything, really. 

yeah, you don’t actually smoke, you remind yourself — except, well, that one time in college, but hey, that was a whole different you. one that should stay buried in the relics of questionable decisions, right next to your spiral-bound notes of embarrassingly bad poetry.

just as you’re praying to the universe that this is all going to wrap up without any extra drama, you hear it. the sound that’s become both your nightmare and… okay, maybe, a little less than that.

“well, princess,” toji’s voice rumbles, his tone as amused as it is teasing, “got anything else you want from your dragon king?”

you close your eyes and will the ground to open up beneath you, but nope, nothing. 

nothing but the sound of your heartbeat doing an awkward little tango in your chest.

of course he’d pick now to resurrect that ridiculous moniker from last night. like it wasn’t humiliating enough when he threw it out there while you were a couple drinks deep and all but glued to your seat at the bar. 

oh, you’re practically begging the universe to put you out of your misery — well, actually, now that you think about it, maybe being wrapped up in those beefy arms wouldn’t be the worst fate…

wow. get a grip, girl. this is the caffeine deprivation talking. 

definitely that.

but then toji smirks at you, an eyebrow raised, as if he’s just dared you to respond. and all you can think is… oh, lord, this man is trouble.

"c’mon, just a drink,” toji insists, flashing that devil-may-care grin that both ruins and improves your day within a matter of seconds. he’s leaning back like he’s got all the time in the world, casually ignoring how you definitely don’t. 

“trust me, princess, it’ll settle your nerves.”

it’s not like you need a reminder of the mess that was last night. every foggy memory swirls in your head, like life’s own cruel version of a mocktail — one garnished with shame, regret, and a generous helping of last night’s tequila. 

if anything, adding more drinks to this equation feels about as smart as walking blindfolded into traffic.

but toji’s already up, stretching like he’s completely unaware of the chaotic memories this whole “outing” is summoning. “just a quick look around gojo-sonic, yeah?” he says, nodding toward the maze of hallways beyond the studio door, his face the perfect picture of innocence.

“you’re new here, and it’s… important to know the lay of the land. work reasons.”

you can practically hear the quotation marks around that “work reasons.”

“you know,” he adds with a wink, “never hurts to see where the magic happens.”

yeah, right. you have a feeling the only magic here is him somehow dragging you deeper into your personal nightmare.

you don’t even get the chance to respond with a yes, no, or a “maybe next century” when toji’s phone lights up and his whole expression darkens. not exactly the look you expect from the guy whose voice practically ruined half the internet last month with that infamous line about... well, yeah, better not go there right now.

“satoru, the brat got into a fight,” he growls into the phone, and suddenly, satoru’s jaw hits the floor with such force you can practically hear it from across the studio. toji doesn’t stick around for a reply, though — he’s already striding toward the door like a man with a purpose, ignoring satoru’s spluttered, “the what did who?”

and somehow — god knows how — you find yourself tagging along like it’s the most natural thing in the world. maybe it’s curiosity, maybe it’s the thrill of seeing toji in full boss mode, or maybe it’s just because, oh, y’know, “responsible adult and responsibilities” instincts or whatever. 

but the further you walk, the more you realize that toji doesn’t mind you following one bit. in fact, he’s practically matching his pace to yours, as if you’re part of some unofficial escort mission to... whoever this “brat” is.

which, speaking of, who the hell is megumi?

you’re still trying to wrap your head around how this was supposed to be a “quick tour” of the office and not, somehow, an impromptu escort mission to the world’s sleekest car, a porsche 911 turbo — yep, that’s right, the kind of car you’ve only ever seen in movies where the bad guy’s got a mysterious, sexy side. all you can manage is, “you own this?”

toji shrugs, slipping his keys into the ignition with an air of pure, unbothered cool. “you don’t?”

oh. okay. 

you barely have time to process this response before he’s peeling out of the parking lot, narrowly avoiding a stray cat, a snail-paced truck, and an old lady who’s almost sacrificed her wig to his driving style. but hey, all part of the thrill, right?

definitely not questioning life choices here.

by the time you pull up to a cutesy primary school — you know, the kind with pastel-colored gates and cartoon murals of bears and rabbits — you’re genuinely confused. 

toji seems like the last guy who’d be here unless it was some undercover op. and “megumi,” whoever he is, sounds like he could be the school’s playground menace.

“wait, this is where we’re headed?” you ask, eyeing the building like it might suddenly make sense.

but toji’s out of the car, moving so fast you practically have to jog to keep up. the school secretary gives you both a wary glance, likely sensing the storm of exasperation radiating off toji, as he strides straight into the principal’s office. there, sitting on a chair with his arms crossed and an unimpressed scowl that screams “mini-toji,” is a little boy with spiky hair and an air of quiet defiance.

without missing a beat, toji asks, “megs! did you win?”

the principal, a kindly-looking woman whose expression is rapidly shifting from “calm mediator” to “i don’t get paid enough for this,” clears her throat. 

“mr. fushiguro, your son wasn’t... in the wrong, per se. it appears he was, um, defending his honor.”

defending his honor? you blink. what kind of second grader even knows what that means?

“that true, ‘gumi?” toji says, arms crossed, looking every bit the unbothered, proud dad of the year.

“he said my dad was a... weird voice actor,” megumi mutters, then shrugs. “so i said at least my dad works.”

you nearly choke, partly from stifled laughter, partly from the sheer absurdity of all this. here you were, thinking “honor” meant, like, taking down a playground empire or something. 

but no, megumi’s just a kid with a sharp tongue and a little too much of toji’s attitude.

“damn right, kid,” toji says, patting megumi’s head, then looking over at you with that familiar, annoyingly smug grin. “raised him right, yeah?”

“...sure,” you say, because what else can you even say at this point? it’s like you’ve stumbled into the weirdest sitcom ever, and the laugh track is somehow missing.

the principal’s expression morphs into something almost painfully polite as she addresses you, tiptoeing around the word wife with an impressive mix of caution and curiosity. 

“are you, ah... megumi’s guardian?”

and then, in perfect, unplanned harmony, you, toji, and megumi all blurt out, “no.”

the unity, the instinctual synchronization — it’s like you’re all on the same wavelength, for better or worse. soul-level understanding, or something. 

what the hell is happening right now?

with a polite smile and a “let’s never speak of this again” nod, you three finally leave the principal’s office. megumi, looking more bored than reprimanded, flicks at a speck of lint on his uniform, while you and toji attempt to navigate the hallway swarming with concerned teachers and worried front-desk ladies. and by “concerned” and “worried,” it’s more like they’re curious about toji’s parenting style and, let’s be honest, probably toji himself.

“oh, mr. fushiguro!” one particularly invested teacher coos, “we heard about the incident. is everything all right?”

toji, of course, laps up the attention, chuckling low and throwing in a wink here and there like he’s starring in some kind of action-movie dad role. the ladies are practically falling over themselves to get a response from him, their questions barely veiled as they assess you with raised brows and sideways glances, a classic “who’s she?” written all over their faces.

“and you are...?” one of the front-desk ladies finally asks, voice all sugar-coated and sharp.

toji slides in smoothly, cutting off whatever half-formed, awkward introduction you were about to stammer out. “oh, she’s a colleague,” he says, his tone effortlessly suave, like introducing a perfectly respectable coworker and totally not the author of his last, extremely explicit audiobook project.

you’re almost grateful until it hits you — this is the same guy who made a whole production of calling you “princess” in the recording booth just yesterday. 

as if he hasn’t played one of your absurdly corny dragon kings in all his full-throttle intensity. 

and now he’s here, all casual and cool, giving you a proper, respectable title like he hasn’t spent hours voicing content these people probably keep hidden under their pillows at night.

but at least he didn’t out you as the actual author of those… creative pieces. 

that’s something.

toji is out here, doing his social service to society. and no, it’s not about lending his voice to steamy audiobooks, thank you very much. 

today, he’s serving the community by providing these teachers with a generous five minutes of his attention, which they’ll probably be replaying in their heads until the next parent-teacher meeting. and — oh, what a surprise! — that’s exactly what they’re talking about now, circling back to how he must come to the next one for a “serious discussion” about megumi.

toji’s stance? why bother? if the kid’s acing his tests, staying out of trouble (mostly), and keeping a lid on the whole “honor” thing, why does he need to sit through hours of polite lecturing from the pta?

while he’s busy justifying his lack of parental enthusiasm, you feel a pair of eyes on you. glancing down, you meet megumi’s steady, curious stare. 

it’s oddly intense for a kid his age, but you’re not one to back down from a challenge. you narrow your eyes, feigning a critical, assessing look, and he visibly falters, going slightly pink around the ears.

ah, kids.

as you three make your way out of the building — toji still being all socialite with the staff and probably postponing that pta date indefinitely — you suddenly find yourself in a mini interview  with megumi. it’s as if this eight-year-old has appointed himself the gatekeeper of his dad’s life and has decided you’re the latest applicant.

“so… what’s your favorite color?” he asks, with an unblinking, serious stare.

“uh…” you pause, realizing the weight of your answer here. “blue. like, uh, light blue.”

he nods, considering. “good answer.”

a pause. “favorite superhero?”

“batman?” you try, glancing at him for a sign of approval.

“hmm. fine. but iron man would’ve been better.”

noted, you think, as he then moves to cereal brand, favorite animal, and even your preferred subject in school. you navigate each question as best as you can, almost feeling the burn of a final exam.

then, in a moment of quiet, just as you think the quiz is over, megumi looks down and asks, voice barely a whisper, “did i… do the right thing? defending my… my hone-er?”

“your… oh, honor?” you say, a smile twitching at the corner of your mouth as you catch his wide-eyed, earnest gaze.

he nods, cheeks tinting a bit as he scuffs his sneaker on the ground.

“megumi,” you say, kneeling a little to get on his level, “defending your honor is important. just… maybe don’t go for all the punches next time? sometimes words work too.” you give him a playful nudge.

he nods, seeming satisfied with that answer, then glances over his shoulder. “and don’t tell daddy i asked.”

“your secret’s safe with me,” you whisper back, giving him a conspiratorial wink.

toji’s arms were crossed, an unreadable expression on his face as he watched the little interaction between you and megumi. 

he was always careful about the people around his kid, fiercely protective to the point that very few in his line of work even knew megumi existed. the only ones who had ever met him were gojo and geto — and that was already a stretch.

but something about how you handled the kid’s questions, actually entertained them with the same patience he’d usually summon up himself, caught him off guard. the way you knelt down to answer him, even kept a straight face through the hard-hitting topics of favorite superheroes and cereal brands... it was surprisingly nice. 

almost… reassuring?

ugh, what was he even thinking? you were still the same girl who’d written, and he mentally cringed as he remembered the line, 

“dragons may have claws, but they’re nothing compared to the grip i have on your…” 

yeah, yeah, he really didn’t need to finish that thought. the memory alone had him chuckling under his breath, shaking his head.

of course, that earned him a suspicious glance from both you and megumi.

“what’s so funny?” you asked, brow raised.

“yeah, daddy, why’re you laughing?” megumi chimed in, clearly puzzled.

toji waved a hand dismissively, realizing he’d just blown his cool for no reason. 

“nothin’, don’t worry about it. just thinkin’,” he mumbled, aware he’d probably looked a little unhinged just then. 

maybe he really needed to work on his awareness — or maybe he just needed to get a grip, period.

toji’s mind was doing somersaults, genuinely debating if he could manage both you and megumi tagging along for the afternoon. megumi’s insistence didn’t help; kid was determined that toji should keep you both company for the rest of the day, despite having school hours left. 

“you’ve got work, right?” you ask, half-joking, half-serious. “aren’t you supposed to be off doing big, important actor things?”

toji only smirked, whipping out his phone with the sort of confidence that made it clear he had a workaround for everything. he tapped open a message to gojo, fingers moving fast.

you [11:31 am]: hey. kid’s dragging me to the arcade. need a few hours off. gojo s. [11:33 am]: need or WANT, toji? ;)) you [11:31 am]: like i said, KID is dragging me. gojo s. [11:33 am]: oh sure, blame megumi. what, does he have you wrapped around his little finger or something? you [11:31 am]: think whatever you want, but you’re handling my schedule for the rest of the day. gojo s. [11:33 am]: wait, are you with...the AUTHOR? ;)) you [11:31 am]: quit smiling through text, it’s creepy. gojo s. [11:33 am]: i’ll allow it. but only cause i’m such a good friend.  gojo s. [11:33 am]: tell megumi uncle gojo says hi  gojo s. [11:34 am]: and he owes me 20 bucks. you [11:35 am]: he doesn’t owe you anything. gojo s. [11:35 am]: fine, but bring me something from the prize counter.

satisfied, toji pocketed his phone and shrugged. 

“all right, kid. we’ll hang out for a bit. but i swear if you drag me into any embarrassing games —”

“arcade!” megumi interrupted, not even giving him a chance to finish. “i can show you both that i’m the best at every game! daddy taught me how to play, so you better watch out!”

you couldn’t help but chuckle at the kid’s enthusiasm.

“all right, let’s go. but you better not make me look bad, kid,” toji said, smirking down at his son, who was now practically vibrating with eagerness.

“arcade!” megumi yelled again, nearly bouncing as he grabbed your hand and began to lead the way.

megumi barely lets you settle into the leather of the passenger seat before he’s bouncing in the back, practically vibrating with energy as he plugs toji’s phone into the aux. you’re trying to wrap your head around being in toji fushiguro’s car, the man who not only voices the romantic lead in your steamiest, most dramatic book but also owns a luxury car that could probably pay off your loans twice over.

"so, uh... passenger princess, huh?" toji smirks, catching you in mid-thought.

"i… what?" you stammer, feeling the heat creep up as he settles a hand on the wheel with all the nonchalance in the world. “i, uh —” but you’re cut off by megumi excitedly blasting his choice of artist: korn.

"your son listens to korn?" you blurt out, giving toji a mix of awe and disbelief.

toji just raises an eyebrow, deadpanning, “yours doesn’t?”

ouch. okay, fair point. 

because no, you do not have a kid, or a husband, or even a boyfriend…or any romantic prospects, really. 

toji’s question leaves you fidgeting as you try to muster a dignified response.

meanwhile, megumi is full-on screaming to the lyrics of "freak on a leash," and you catch snippets like “something takes a part of me!” which, yeah, relatable — korn is honestly hitting the mood. but of course, toji catches you staring out the window, attempting to look casual as he throws you a side-eye.

"so, what’s got you without a boyfriend?” he asks, way too casually, as if this was a natural segue from whatever korn-fueled karaoke session is happening in the backseat.

you practically choke on air. "what, me? no, i’m...," you laugh awkwardly, shifting in the passenger seat. “besides, i don’t meet many guys. i'm just… you know… doing my thing.”

megumi, pausing his headbanging just for a moment, turns and looks at you with an exaggerated ‘yikes’ face, as if being single was the worst possible fate in his young, eight-year-old eyes. 

but then he shrugs, clearly uninterested in this adult drama and goes back to screaming, “feeling like a freak on a leash!”

toji, still watching you, smirks, “so, doing your ‘thing’ includes no boyfriend, no husband... what, are you just swearing off men?”

"uh, no!” you say quickly, too quickly, and feel your face heat up. “just haven’t... y’know, met anyone worth dating. been busy.”

toji gives a low chuckle, clearly entertained. “busy doing what, writing your ‘torrid love stories’?”

you make a face, biting your lip. 

“they’re not that torrid.” but even as you say it, you hear the echo of a particularly cheesy line you’d written for his character in your novel, which, mortifyingly enough, involved the phrase “my darling flame, you set my very soul alight.”

toji chuckles, as if reading your thoughts. “maybe i’ll get to hear one of those lines in real life someday, princess.”

“can we not call me that while megumi’s in the car?” you mutter, glancing back, only to find megumi fully engrossed in his self-proclaimed vocal talents.

“noted.” toji snickers, shooting you another mischievous look as korn plays on, megumi happily singing about “breaking down” in the back.

“but hey,” toji says smoothly, hand resting on the gearshift, “just so you know, even my son knows a good band when he hears one.”

you roll your eyes at him, managing to mumble, “at least one of you is a bit mature.”

the porsche pulls up to the arcade with enough fanfare that heads start turning even before the engine purrs to a stop. not that the onlookers were ready for what steps out next: a towering, chiseled man looking like he’s on his way to a modeling photoshoot, a cute kid in full confidence mode, and, well… you.

still feeling a little dizzy from the korn concert that just took place, you barely register megumi bolting out of the car with a grin, leaving you and toji to get your bearings. his energy’s practically crackling by the time toji pays for the play card, and you’re pretty sure if he has to wait even one more minute, he’s about to combust.

“okay, okay, slow down, megumi,” you say, trying to keep up as he yanks you to the nearest neon-lit game. 

but the kid isn’t hearing it. he’s already dragging you to one machine, and then the next, moving faster than you can process where you even are. each one is seemingly more intense and blinding than the last, and you’re hit with a sensory overload of neon lights, retro game sounds, and the feel of the arcade carpet sticking just a little too much to your shoes.

toji’s watching the whole ordeal with a bemused smirk. you and his kid are like a whirlwind of neon and laughter, barely stopping to catch your breaths between games. the sight is somehow… comforting. like a scene from a life he hadn’t planned but couldn’t help finding strangely compelling.

but then he catches himself. seriously? 

he shakes his head. this is not the time to get all sentimental over his kid’s new ‘playdate’ or whatever. 

he’s just here because megumi insisted, and maybe he thought it’d be amusing to watch you get dragged around by an eight-year-old with zero restraint. that’s it. 

nothing more.

yeah, right. his internal grumbling comes to an abrupt stop as he watches megumi take your hand and pull you over to a classic claw machine. the kid’s looking up at you with the widest eyes you’ve ever seen, all excitement and pure innocence, like winning one of those knockoff plush toys is the pinnacle of existence.

“you got this?” you ask, grinning at him as he lines up the claw with intense concentration.

“of course! my dad showed me,” he declares, like he’s about to go pro in the claw game league.

toji, watching from a distance, feels a twinge in his chest. 

yeah, he’d shown megumi how to play this game ages ago, more to give him an edge over the other kids than anything else. it was a dad-and-son thing, just the two of them. but seeing megumi look up at you with the same pride and excitement makes him feel… something. 

and he doesn’t know if he likes it.

you’re so focused on megumi’s moves that you don’t notice toji’s slight frown, nor do you hear his quiet mutter of, “this is ridiculous.” 

but when he sees the way your eyes light up as megumi successfully nabs a cheap stuffed animal — a lopsided dinosaur, of all things — and the way you celebrate like he’s won an olympic medal, he feels himself relax, just a little.

he chuckles, shaking his head and crossing his arms as you high-five megumi, both of you beaming over a prize that probably cost less than the game itself. but toji doesn’t move. 

he stands there, rooted, as you two bounce from game to game, his thoughts too jumbled to focus on anything else.

but maybe… maybe that’s okay for now.

toji’s phone buzzes just as he’s leaning against the side of a vintage racing game, watching you and megumi practically lighting up the whole arcade with your laughter. he glances down to see satoru’s name pop up on the screen, already feeling a headache brewing.

gojo s. [12:20 pm]: so, arcade? 😏 you [12:20 pm]: yeah, i just told you. gojo s. [12:20 pm]: nah, i mean WHY the arcade? what are we celebrating here, toji? ;)) you [12:21 pm]: why does it matter gojo s. [12:21 pm]: CUZZZZ gojo s. [12:21 pm]: lemme guess, megumi's there with her now, right?  gojo s. [12:22 pm]: bet they’re having the time of their lives, while YOU gojo s. [12:22 pm]: you’re just there all moody on the sidelines😔

toji glances up at you and megumi, who’ve now moved on to a skee-ball machine, both cheering as you score a perfect 50-point throw.

you [12:23 pm]: like i said, work stuff. gojo s. [12:24 pm]: HAHA. work stuff, right.  gojo s. [12:24 pm]: work stuff that has megumi running around grinning like that.  gojo s. [12:25 pm]: bro gojo s. [12:25 pm]: you’re terrible at lying.  gojo s. [12:26 pm]: she’s a keeper if she can deal with YOU you [12:26 pm]: keep dreaming.

he slips his phone back into his pocket, unable to shake off the grin creeping onto his face as he watches you high-five megumi. the kid’s happier than he’s seen in ages, and he…

well, he can’t remember the last time he felt this relaxed watching anyone just being with his kid.

toji stands back, taking in the moment — megumi’s laughter echoing through the arcade, your smile as you lift him up with an ease that has the kid giggling uncontrollably — and for some reason, his mind has turned the whole scene into a rom-com montage.

you are the dancing queen…

it’s absurd, really. 

he doesn’t even like abba. but there it is, the stupid song playing in his head, all set to the image of you holding his son, twirling him like he weighs nothing, both of you in fits of laughter.

young and sweet, only seventeen…

and for a split second, his heart does this awkward little stutter. 

he chalks it up to the neon lights. 

or maybe the greasy smell of the arcade food messing with his senses. but as he watches you hold megumi up, almost as if he’s flying, he can’t ignore that ridiculous, cheesy pull in his chest.

feel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah...

oh god. 

is he seriously catching himself grinning at the way you’re both trying to get him to join in? megumi’s little hand reaches out, beckoning him over, and you’re giving him that smile, that “come on, get over here, big guy” look.

you can dance, you can jive…

the song hits that soaring note in his head just as he finally gives in and starts to walk over, and his pulse actually picks up, as if he’s not just at some run-down arcade but in the middle of some ridiculously sappy rom-com finale.

having the time of your life…

and then megumi is shrieking again, calling, “dad, hurry up!” like it’s life or death, and you’re beaming at him with that mischievous, encouraging look.

toji sighs, shaking his head at himself. 

just great. 

the two of you have officially dragged him into your world, soundtrack and all.

toji's trying his best to lock in. 

but as he walks out of the arcade — juggling not one, but four oversized plushies, two fancy new lego sets, a slinky, a bouncy ball, some glow-in-the-dark slime, and a rainbow slap bracelet — he can’t help but snort at the sheer ridiculousness of it. 

between his loaded arms and megumi curled up fast asleep in yours, it’s a scene straight out of one of those cheesy family movies.

he shakes his head, trying to push down that weirdly warm feeling creeping up on him. 

stay focused, toji. 

he doesn't need any sappy feelings right now. he's a single dad with a kid and a job, not some washed-up rom-com character, damn it. 

but watching you gently adjust megumi as he drools onto your shoulder, snuggling deeper into the crook of your arm as you carefully slide into the backseat, it’s hard not to feel that tug again.

ugh, he thinks, climbing into the driver’s seat as you buckle up up front, giving him a soft, tired smile. 

“never held a kid before, huh?” he teases, eyes glancing from the road to the rearview mirror, where megumi’s still dozing, soft breaths muffling against your arm.

“nope,” you shrug, but there’s a softness to your voice as you gently rub megumi’s back, “first time for everything, i guess.”

toji’s heart does that weird skip thing again. 

oh god, he thinks, gripping the wheel a little tighter as he tries to ignore the sappy old man vibe overtaking him.

the air in the car feels... charged, but it’s not like either of you are exactly leaning into the tension. instead, you both sit in this weird, awkward silence, save for the quiet hum of the radio, like you’re suddenly too aware of just being there with each other.

and then, as if the universe wanted to toy with you, iris by the goo goo dolls starts playing. 

oh, god. you immediately wish you could just evaporate into the passenger seat.

“...and i’d give up forever to touch you…” the lyrics croon, filling the silence, and you can practically feel the heat crawling up your cheeks.

toji clears his throat, obviously catching it too. “radio’s on a roll, huh?”

“yep,” you say, managing a weak laugh. “i mean, this is classic… everyone listens to goo goo dolls in, uh, total silence in the car with their coworker, right?”

he glances at you, a rare, subtle smile ghosting on his lips. “totally normal.”

“and i don’t want the world to see me… ’cause i don’t think that they’d understand…”

you glance out the window, eyes focused anywhere but on him, biting back a laugh at how the song somehow keeps getting more dramatic. like, who’s writing this scene, seriously?

“just tell me where to turn,” toji says, breaking through your internal monologue, and you do, mentioning a landmark close to home, hoping he’ll take the hint.

but toji only raises an eyebrow. “near it? nah. i’m dropping you at the door.”

“oh, no, that’s really fine —” you start, but he’s already shaking his head.

“don’t worry about it,” he insists, a smirk in his voice. “besides, i remember where you live. from, you know… last time.”

wait. last time? as in… when you were embarrassingly, unapologetically wasted that night?

you want to crawl under the seat as the lyrics continue, “when everything’s made to be broken…”

so when toji pulls up in front of your apartment, there’s this odd feeling hanging in the air. you catch yourself wanting to... linger, just a little longer, even if you’re home. 

and lowkey? 

so does toji. 

it’s like the two of you have hit this weird teenage crush level of awkward — just leaning, leaning, like there’s some invisible string pulling you closer.

he’s looking at you, and you’re looking at him, and you’re both just… stuck there. you can’t even bring yourself to reach for the door handle, and it’s the same for him.

but right as the moment peaks, a tiny, innocent voice cuts through from the backseat. “are you two going to kiss?”

megumi’s question hangs there, blunt and childlike, breaking whatever spell had you both frozen. you both jolt back, blinking as if you just woke up.

“what? no!” you blurt, practically tripping over your own denial. 

your face feels like it’s about to catch fire.

toji coughs, rubbing the back of his neck, just barely suppressing a chuckle.

“kid’s got a helluva imagination,” he mutters, eyes anywhere but on you.

as you finally reach for the door handle, ready to slip out and say your goodbyes, you hear a little sniffle from the backseat.

“wait…” megumi’s voice is tiny, almost shaky. you turn around, and to your surprise, his face is scrunched up, his eyes glistening with tears that he’s trying so hard to hold back.

“hey, hey, what’s wrong?” you ask, twisting around in your seat to face him. “i’ll see you again, kiddo.”

but his lower lip wobbles, and suddenly he bursts into full-on tears, clutching the giant plushie he won at the arcade. “b-but i don’t want you to leave!” he sobs, voice cracking. “can’t you stay just a little longer?”

toji’s eyes widen; he looks genuinely shocked. 

“megumi, you’re fine, she’s not going anywhere forever. what’s gotten into you?” he tries to keep his tone steady, but there’s an undercurrent of surprise. 

megumi doesn’t cry. 

ever. 

this is new territory.

megumi just shakes his head, burying his face into the plushie. “but she’s nice,” he mumbles, muffled but insistent. “and she plays games with me and —” he peeks out from the plushie with red, teary eyes. “and she talks to me like you do.”

you feel something stir in your chest at his words, this overwhelming urge to hug him even though you’d sworn up and down just an hour ago you didn’t know how to handle kids.

“aw, megumi,” you say softly, reaching over and giving his little hand a squeeze. “i’ll still see you, i promise. maybe we can even play again sometime, okay?”

“but you’re leaving now,” he says, his voice quivering, clutching your hand with a desperation that tugs at your heart. 

“and daddy didn’t even kiss you.”

the absolute silence that follows is deafening. 

you feel your face go redder than it’s ever been, and a glance at toji shows he’s equally flustered, mouth opening and closing as if he’s trying to find some way to steer this conversation back to normal.

“whoa, hey now,” toji says, forcing a laugh as he clears his throat. “that’s, uh — that’s not how it works, kid.” he ruffles megumi’s hair a little too hard, clearly floundering. “and hey, don’t go crying over someone just leaving for the night, you’re stronger than that.”

“i don’t care,” megumi sniffles, clutching your hand tighter. “i like her. and she makes you smile.”

toji freezes, the color draining from his face for just a split second. 

makes him smile. 

he doesn’t even realize he’s been smiling, maybe more in one day than he has in months. he glances at you, brow furrowed like he’s trying to make sense of it himself.

“well…” toji’s voice is softer now, almost cautious, like he’s testing out words he hasn’t said in a long time. “

maybe… maybe she could come around again. if she wants to, that is.”

“i do.” you answer without thinking, your gaze drifting to megumi’s tear-streaked face, which immediately lights up.

“really?” megumi’s eyes shine, practically bouncing in his seat. “you promise?”

“i promise,” you say with a smile, giving him a reassuring nod. “as long as it’s okay with you and your dad, of course.”

“’s fine,” toji grumbles, running a hand over his face to hide his slight grin. “besides, someone’s gotta teach you a lesson or two at the arcade next time.”

“is that a challenge, toji?” you quip, smirking. “because if i remember right, megumi here got more tickets than both of us combined.”

“that’s because i taught him everything he knows,” toji scoffs, rolling his eyes as if he can’t believe he’s even entertaining this.

megumi sniffles one last time, his eyes practically glowing with happiness. “then… you’ll come over soon, right?”

“absolutely,” you say, warmth bubbling up in your chest as you meet his hopeful gaze. “but only if you promise to keep practicing at the arcade. gotta keep that winning streak going, right?”

megumi grins, finally letting go of your hand as he settles back with a contented sigh. “deal.”

toji just shakes his head, muttering something about the “drama” gene clearly skipping a generation, though the smile tugging at his lips says otherwise.

as you unbuckle your seatbelt, ready to say goodbye, you feel the car click with the unmistakable sound of the child lock. you glance back at megumi, who’s nodding off against his plushie pile, and back at toji, who’s already climbing out to walk you up to your door. 

gentlemanly of him, sure. 

though, the way his eyes linger on you… there’s more to it than that.

“i could’ve walked myself, you know,” you say, falling into step beside him as you head up to your building. “it’s not that far.”

“maybe i just felt like making sure you didn’t trip and embarrass yourself,” he shoots back, smirking as he nudges your shoulder.

“very chivalrous, fushiguro,” you reply, rolling your eyes but grinning anyway. “honestly, you’re like a walking textbook definition of ‘gentleman.’”

“yeah, well,” he clears his throat, looking just a bit smug. “maybe i was raised right. or maybe,” his voice drops a little lower, “i just wanted an excuse to stick around a little longer.”

you blink, caught off guard by the soft rasp in his voice, the way his eyes are just a bit darker under the porch light.

“oh,” is all you manage, though your heartbeat’s doing a little somersault. “well… uh. here’s my door.”

“guess it is,” he murmurs, eyes glinting as he takes a step closer, leaning against the doorframe like he’s meant to be there, like he’s settled in the idea of being right here, with you. 

“y’know… not a bad place to end the night.”

“yeah,” you say, feeling the words catch in your throat as you gaze up at him, taking in every detail, every shadow. “definitely not bad.”

the two of you are just standing there, a little too close, the space between you narrowing with every unspoken word. he glances down at your lips, and your pulse spikes — he’s thinking it too, right? but just as the moment seems to reach its tipping point, toji smirks, a flash of mischief in his eyes.

“you know,” he says, raising an eyebrow. “still can’t believe you’re the same girl who wrote that… what was it again?” he chuckles, clearly remembering. “oh, right — ‘her legs wrapped around him like a vice, his name spilling from her lips like honey’.”

your face goes nuclear. 

that line. 

of all the lines, that one?

“you… you remember that?” you manage, mortified.

“’course i remember,” he says, that smug smirk firmly in place. “you think i just skimmed through your stuff?”

“well — i — ” your words are a mess, barely coherent. “i mean, i just thought —”

“nah, i’ve been reading it all.” his voice is low, almost a whisper as he leans just a little closer, his fingers lightly brushing your arm. “you’ve got quite the imagination.”

“s-shut up,” you stammer, unable to meet his gaze. “i was just… doing my job.”

“i know,” he says, voice soft but unyielding. “you’ve got talent.”

there’s a beat, silence stretching between you, the weight of his words settling over the both of you.

“...and you’ve got this whole heartthrob thing going for you,” you blurt out, finally meeting his eyes with a nervous laugh. “kind of makes it hard to believe you’re my colleague.”

“heartthrob, huh?” he smirks, voice dipping lower as his fingers drift to your chin, tilting your face up. 

“so that’s what you think of me?”

“i — i mean…” you stammer, your heart racing as you look into his eyes, feeling your cheeks burn. “maybe a little. just… a tiny bit.”

“tiny?” he murmurs, his lips barely an inch away. “could’ve sworn you looked a little more than just ‘tiny’ interested.”

“oh yeah?” your voice is a whisper now, almost breathless as you feel his breath on your skin, his gaze never wavering. “what if i was?”

“then i’d probably do this,” he mutters, his hand sliding up to cradle your face, and before you know it, his lips are on yours, soft and warm and impossibly gentle.

your breath catches, and instinctively, you lean into him, letting his kiss deepen, his hand tracing slow, lazy patterns against your cheek. it’s everything you’d imagined and somehow even better, his presence grounding and electric all at once.

when he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his eyes soft but searching. “so… do i still get to be a heartthrob?”

“only if i still get to be the girl with the cringe smut,” you murmur back, grinning like an idiot.

“deal,” he says, chuckling as he pulls you in for another kiss, his lips brushing yours like a promise.

ah, shit.

as toji slips back into the car, he barely manages to close the door before megumi’s voice hits him like a lightning bolt.

“daddy kissed the pretty lady!” megumi shrieks, pointing an accusatory finger from the backseat. “i saw it! you have that weird face on!”

toji’s eyebrows shoot up. “weird face? what weird face?” he tries to play it cool, adjusting the rearview mirror, but the ghost of that kiss is still painted on his lips, his pulse betraying him with every beat.

“that smile,” megumi says, wrinkling his nose in a perfect mirror of his dad’s usual expression of disdain. “you look like a… like a…” he pauses, searching for the right words. “...like a love puppy!”

toji chokes, stifling a laugh. “a love puppy? where the hell did you get that from?”

“it’s a thing, daddy,” megumi huffs, crossing his arms. “you have that goofy look, and your face is all soft. you only look like that when you’re being weird.”

“me? weird?” toji glances in the mirror, catching megumi’s glare. “kid, i think you’ve got this all wrong.”

“no, i don’t!” megumi insists, practically bouncing in his seat. “you were all ‘goo-goo eyes’ and ‘smoochy-smoochy’ and ‘mwah mwah mwah!’” he makes exaggerated kissing sounds, complete with squished-up lips and hand gestures, utterly scandalized by his dad’s sudden transformation.

“alright, alright, enough with the ‘mwah mwah.’” toji tries to suppress a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “you’ve been watching too many cartoons.”

megumi shakes his head, his expression serious. “nope. i knew it. i knew you liked her.” he narrows his eyes, as if seeing through toji’s very soul. “so… are you gonna marry her?”

toji’s eyes go wide. 

“whoa, whoa, hold on. nobody said anything about marriage.”

“but if you kiss someone, that means you wanna be with them forever, right?” megumi asks earnestly, looking way too wise for his age.

toji stares ahead, caught off-guard by the kid’s earnestness. 

that kiss… he didn’t plan it. he didn’t even know he was going to do it until he’d leaned in, felt the spark pull him closer. but now? 

yeah, the idea of just walking away feels… wrong. he tightens his grip on the steering wheel, his mind racing.

“kid, sometimes people just… feel things, okay?” he says, his voice softer, more introspective. “even if they don’t really know why.”

megumi tilts his head, watching his dad closely. “so you do like her, then?”

toji snorts, pulling the car out onto the road. “alright, detective, settle down back there. no more snooping.”

they drive in a comfortable silence for a moment, but the radio has other plans. 

as if on cue, the familiar, aching chords of iris by the goo goo dolls come through the speakers, and toji swears he could feel the universe laughing at him.

“and i don’t want the world to see me, ’cause i don’t think that they’d understand…”

toji clenches his jaw, feeling the lyrics press into him, each line stirring something restless and warm in his chest. he’s always been a guy with his walls up, always knew the stakes were too high to let anyone in. 

but tonight… tonight, he let his guard down. just for a second. 

he kissed you, tasted the softness of your lips, and the spark left him reeling.

“when everything’s meant to be broken, i just want you to know who i am…”

“daddy?” megumi’s voice breaks through his thoughts. “do you think… maybe you could see her again? so she could come play with us?”

toji blinks, glancing at megumi in the rearview mirror. “you really like her, huh?”

megumi nods vigorously. “yeah! she’s… nice. and fun.” his face softens. “and… she made you look happy.”

toji’s heart gives a strange, unfamiliar twist at that. 

happy, huh? 

he’s been around the block long enough to know that happiness isn’t exactly his best friend. but sitting here, listening to megumi, feeling that residual warmth from your kiss… it makes him wonder. 

wonder what life could look like with you in it.

but he pushes the thought away, focusing on the road. doesn’t change the fact that you’re just his colleague. right?

“and i’d give up forever to touch you…”

ugh.

he shifts uncomfortably, hoping megumi doesn’t notice his knuckles going white on the steering wheel. 

that kiss wasn’t just some fleeting thing — he’d known it the second he felt the warmth of you linger even after pulling away. the idea of letting you go now feels… impossible. something’s tugging him back, making him want more.

“hey, daddy,” megumi pipes up again, breaking toji’s brooding. “you got that look again.”

“what look?” toji mutters, trying to focus on anything but the goofy grin creeping back onto his face.

megumi smirks, mimicking toji’s soft expression. “that ‘i kissed a pretty lady’ look!”

toji laughs, shaking his head as he glances at megumi in the rearview mirror. “alright, alright. i guess you caught me.”

and as he drives home, the final notes of iris playing softly through the car, he can’t shake the feeling that this… whatever this is… isn’t something he’s ready to let go of.

ah, shit.

as soon as toji sets megumi down on his bed, tucking him in amongst the mountain of ridiculous plushies he’d somehow won at the arcade, he heads back to his room. sliding his phone out, he finds himself doing something he never thought he’d do: texting gojo. of all people.

with a reluctant sigh, he taps out a message, feeling a pang of embarrassment he can’t shake.

you [8:47 pm]: how long’s her contract with gojo sonic?

a moment later, he watches the screen, regretting even reaching out. but, of course, gojo wastes no time with a reply.

gojo s. [8:50 pm]: ohohohohooooo her contract???  gojo s. [8:50 pm]: i knew it. you’re smitten. you [8:51 pm]: don’t start. gojo s. [8:51 pm]: too late! c’mon, dish it out, big guy.  gojo s. [8:51 pm]: you guys had a moment, huh? the chemistry finally snapped? what’d ya do, kiss her?

toji clenches his jaw, hesitating before typing back. his thumb hovers, wondering how much grief he’d get for saying yes. finally, he mutters a curse under his breath and just goes for it.

you [8:53 pm]: ...yeah, i kissed her. happy?

he can practically feel gojo’s cackle vibrating through the phone.

gojo s. [8:53 pm]: WHAT???  gojo s. [8:53 pm]: WAIT.  gojo s. [8:53 pm]: oh, i need details.  gojo s. [8:53 pm]: full play-by-play.  gojo s. [8:53 pm]: like was it one of those slow, cinematic moments?  gojo s. [8:54 pm]: or was it a grab and smooch kinda deal??

toji rolls his eyes, fighting off a grin he refuses to admit is there. of all the reactions, he’d been prepared for gojo’s nosiness, but it’s still as annoying as ever.

you [8:55 pm]: shut it. i already said too much. gojo s. [8:55 pm]: pfffff as if i’m letting you get away with that tidbit and no context.  gojo s. [8:55 pm]: did she look at you all wide-eyed?  gojo s. [8:55 pm]: did you do that thing with your voice??  gojo s. [8:56 pm]: or was it just an accidental, “oh no, we tripped into each other’s faces” sorta thing?

toji rubs his temples, trying to block out how much his stupid heart rate picks up just remembering the way you looked up at him, the softness of your lips, the way it all felt so natural. he shakes his head, forcing the memory aside.

you [8:57 pm]: none of your business, and it’s private.  you [8:57 pm]: don’t you dare send any of this to suguru. gojo s. [8:57 pm]: oh relax! suguru’s not that nosy.  gojo s. [8:57 pm]: okay maybe he is.  gojo s. [8:58 pm]: but he’s a romantic.  gojo s. [8:58 pm]: think of it as getting free relationship coaching!! you [9:00 pm]: i swear to god satoru i’ll leave the company if you spill this.

there’s a pause, and for a second toji hopes that maybe he’s scared gojo off. 

but, predictably, the next message makes his blood pressure spike.

gojo s. [9:05 pm]: ohhhhh no no you’re not getting off that easy.  gojo s. [9:05 pm]: i’m calling dibs on being the flower girl at your wedding. suguru can be the maid of honor.  gojo s. [9:06 pm]: no nvm he’d wanna be the best man gojo s. [9:06 pm]: I’LL GET MEGUMI TO CARRY THE RINGS gojo s. [9:06 pm]: genius.

toji practically growls at his phone, already regretting every second of this conversation.

you [9:07 pm]: i’ll delete this whole damn thread. this never happened, got it? gojo s. [9:09 pm]: aww, toji bear, don’t be like that. i’ll take care of your little love story for you, promise. consider me your personal wingman.  gojo s. [9:10 pm]: now tell me this — when’s round two of smooch central happening? you [9:11 pm]: goodnight, satoru.

and with that, he shoves his phone onto his nightstand, rubbing his face with a hand. he can still feel the lingering warmth of that kiss, the way his heart skipped, the unexpected tenderness that’s lodged itself in his mind. 

stupid.

he shouldn’t have even told gojo.

but as much as he regrets letting it slip, he doesn’t regret the kiss itself. 

not even a bit.

as soon as you slam your door shut, you just… stand there for a minute, heart racing, and press your fingers to your lips like it’ll somehow reverse what just happened. 

you kissed toji fushiguro. 

the toji fushiguro.

colleague extraordinaire, with biceps that could probably benchpress your entire life’s savings, and that smirk… oh god, that smirk that had you in a daze.

but the problem? 

there was a mini him there. 

a little him with matching black hair and a sharp gaze. 

you thought he was, like, the cool uncle? but… he’s a dad? 

and if he’s a dad… does that mean he’s married? are you the other woman?!

you pace around, practically stomping into the carpet. 

“okay, okay, let’s think this through,” you mutter, putting your hands on your hips. 

“he… he could be a single dad, right? it’s 2024, it’s not that weird for people to have kids without, like, commitment commitments. but then again, he does look like the type who’d… i don’t know, maybe be exclusive? probably?”

your brain is racing, and you’re spinning yourself into circles. 

“i mean, i haven’t seen a ring on his finger… but maybe he just doesn’t wear it?” you plop down on your couch, practically sinking into it as you cover your face with both hands.

ugh.

“did i just kiss a married man? or worse… what if he’s, like, engaged? or has a live-in girlfriend? or — oh my god, what if he’s in some high-profile relationship and i just stepped into the middle of it? —”

you groan, flopping back. “but he… he definitely leaned in first. i’m not hallucinating. he did! but then, if he’s that willing to kiss me, does that mean he’s… a cheater?”

you sit up and shake your head, wide-eyed. “okay, no, i refuse to believe that toji fushiguro, mr. brooding and brooding-er with a kid who listens to korn, is a cheater. there’s no way… right?”

your own voice is almost pleading as you try to convince yourself, pacing again. 

“i mean, maybe he’s just… really, really committed to… being mysterious. yeah, that makes sense. he’s keeping everything a secret, so that just leaves me spiraling about him… perfect. just perfect.”

you smack a hand against your forehead. “why couldn’t i have asked literally any of this earlier?” you shake your head. “right, because i was too busy kissing him.”

you throw yourself back onto the couch and stare at the ceiling, the whole thing replaying in your head. 

that look he gave you, the warmth of his hand on your back…

stop.

but it’s too late. your brain keeps running with it.

“what if… what if he has no idea i’m freaking out?” you frown. “oh, he probably doesn’t. and here i am, making a whole drama out of one kiss.” you let out a deep sigh.

you flop onto your bed, heart still pounding, and stare up at the ceiling, fingers absently grazing your lips. 

burning loins, they said. melting from one kiss, they said. 

well, no one exactly said that — except every steamy novel you’ve ever read or written, but that’s beside the point.

you groan, kicking your feet up in frustration. this isn’t one of your own novels! it’s supposed to be real life! but now here you are, in the aftermath of what was arguably the best kiss you’ve ever had, practically combusting at the memory of it.

“if one kiss with toji — no, any man — can get me this hot and bothered, how am i supposed to handle it if i ever… you know…” your voice trails off, and you turn over, burying your face into the pillow as if it’ll smother the absurd train of thought. 

but then, just as you start to get your mind off it, his face pops back up in your head.

“oh god,” you mumble, pulling the pillow over your face. “this is pathetic.” you roll over again, laughing helplessly to yourself. 

if this is what one or two kisses do to me… what’ll happen if we actually have sex?

your eyes snap open. “okay, no. no! i didn’t mean toji, i meant, like… any guy! any guy at all! but, oh god, why is it always him?!”

you stare at the ceiling, huffing as your brain keeps looping back to him. 

his stupidly attractive smirk, the way his hand was firm but gentle on your back, how he looked at you as if you were his next breath. 

girl, get a grip.

“this is ridiculous,” you mutter, swatting at your face like it’ll erase his image from your mind. but it doesn’t work; he’s right there, all hot and smug in your imagination. ugh, this isn’t fair!

it’s like all those countless hours you spent spinning erotic fantasies are coming back to haunt you — and in the most inconvenient, infuriating way possible. you scrunch up your face, realizing with mild horror that maybe… just maybe… you wrote this scenario into existence for yourself.

“oh no… is this karma?” you groan, curling up and swatting the air in helpless embarrassment. “girl, this is not supposed to happen in real life. or with toji.”

but there it is: his face, and your wildly racing heart, and the undeniable, excruciating heat pooling in your belly that refuses to quit.

but even with the spiraling, there’s one thing you can’t deny: as much as it’s driving you crazy, as much as you’re practically scaring yourself into thinking you’ve just made the worst mistake of your life…

you kinda don’t regret it. and that’s the scariest part.

ah, shit.

you step into gojo-sonic, clutching your bag with a little more intensity than usual, and it’s as if you’ve entered an alternate dimension. 

the energy is somehow… different. you expect to be greeted with the usual casual nods and waves, but instead, gojo is practically skipping toward you, arms spread wide like he’s welcoming the new queen of the recording studio.

“there she is! our star of the show, our resident heart-throb wrangler!” he coos, louder than necessary. his grin is blinding, and you’re caught between the urge to backpedal out of the building or dive under the nearest desk.

“uh… good morning?” you reply, more like a question than a statement, glancing around to see if anyone else is picking up on his hyperness. it’s like he’s had twelve cups of coffee or ten bags of skittles. “gojo, you’re… kind of extra today.”

“extra? extra?” he throws a hand over his heart, eyes gleaming. “honey, i’m never just ‘extra.’ i am exactly the right amount of gojo for the occasion.”

“and what occasion is that, exactly?”

“oh, nothing much, just a certain someone having an… enlightening encounter last night,” he says with a wink so exaggerated it looks like he’s trying to shoo a bug off his face.

you stiffen. “wait, how do you…?”

“oh, come on,” he waves it off, laughing. “you think you can keep something like that from me? i mean, i might be blessed with an enormous amount of talent, looks, and charisma, but i also happen to have eyes and ears everywhere.” he taps his temple, looking ridiculously pleased with himself.

“seriously?” you glance around, your stomach sinking a little, looking for any sign of smirking coworkers or curious eyes, but everyone’s just… normal? going about their business, not sparing you a second glance. relief washes over you, only to be swept away by gojo’s piercing stare.

“oh, don’t worry. i haven’t shared your scandalous rendezvous with the world. only i am privy to this delightful information — for now,” he adds, wagging a finger. “and don’t look so shocked! nothing juicy stays hidden from me for long. i know all the company secrets.”

you feel heat rise to your cheeks, equal parts exasperated and embarrassed. “gojo, it wasn’t even that big of a deal. it’s not like…” you trail off, realizing he’s hanging on to your every word, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“uh-huh,” he drawls, drawing the word out. “not a big deal, you say? then why do you look like you’re about to start sweating bullets?”

“i’m not sweating bullets,” you say through clenched teeth, then give in and sigh. “look, we just… it was just a… i mean, we’re colleagues, and things got a little… friendly. it doesn’t have to mean anything!”

gojo gasps, mock-horrified. “oh, but darling, this is precisely why it’s so interesting! you, of all people, getting caught up with toji fushiguro? and here i thought you’d sworn off office romances.”

“it’s not an office romance,” you insist, voice practically a whisper. “we just… kissed. once. or twice. maybe. but it doesn’t mean anything!”

gojo leans in, conspiratorially. “and yet you look ready to combust from the inside out just talking about it.”

you huff, throwing him a half-hearted glare. “maybe it’s because someone is making this into a bigger deal than it actually is.”

“you wound me!” he presses a hand dramatically to his chest, giving you an exaggerated pout. “but don’t worry, your little secret is safe with me. i only told you so you’d know that i know. and, you know, to make things extra awkward in case mr. heart-throb walks in.”

“oh, so you’re really just out to make my life difficult?”

he grins, all teeth. “precisely.”

just then, as if summoned by some cruel twist of fate, toji strolls in. he’s the absolute picture of normalcy, no hint whatsoever of last night’s… moment. 

in fact, he gives you a polite nod, a polite nod, as if he hadn’t had you pressed against your own door just hours ago.

“morning,” he says casually, voice smooth, tone nonchalant. he doesn’t even so much as smirk.

you nearly choke. polite nod? normal greeting? did he forget the entire thing? 

“oh, morning,” you manage, clearing your throat, feeling like you’re about to combust again.

gojo, however, is having the time of his life. he’s practically vibrating next to you, watching the exchange with glee.

“morninggg, fushiguro,” he greets toji, voice syrupy with unrestrained glee. “any exciting news today?”

toji raises an eyebrow, shooting him a confused look. “uh, no? everything’s pretty normal.” his eyes flick over to you, calm, almost neutral, as if he hadn’t kissed you senseless just last night.

you clench your jaw. is he really going to act like this? you nearly feel like gaslighting yourself into thinking last night never happened. maybe you just dreamed it, right?

toji’s gaze flicks away from you, unperturbed, as he moves over to get his things ready for the day’s recording. and that’s when gojo leans over and mutters under his breath, “you sure you don’t want to just… remind him?”

“i hate you,” you mutter back, trying not to smile, knowing that he’s secretly rooting for you to fall flat on your face with this whole ordeal.

“i live for your misery, my friend,” he replies with a wink.

meanwhile, toji was absolutely in another dimension of romcom chaos himself, feeling like some kind of high school kid who just had his first crush. he woke up grinning, actually giggling as he got dressed. 

giggling. when was the last time he did that? 

he nearly skipped out the door, and on his drive to work, he found himself humming, humming, to his car stereo like some lovestruck fool. and he didn’t stop there. oh no. 

by the time he reached gojo-sonic, he’d already run through a few extra vocal warm-ups in the car — something he never did this early. he cleared his throat and ran through his usual lines twice, even testing his pitch a bit. no, not because he wanted to be extra smooth today, of course not. he was doing it for the… for the paycheck. 

definitely.

but as soon as he walked into the studio, and he saw you standing there beside gojo, looking all kinds of pretty and polished… he practically heard violins. except no, it wasn’t violins. 

it was, somehow, worse.

his mind cued up dancing queen.

“no. nope. nope.” he muttered under his breath, trying to swat the ridiculous soundtrack out of his mind. but it wouldn’t stop. 

“dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine, oh, yeah….”

why, in the name of all things sacred, was his brain doing this to him? he was toji fushiguro, not some idiot falling over his own feet for a girl at work. he gave himself a good shake, squared his shoulders, and tried to keep his composure. yet every time he caught your eye, his chest did a little flip — and dammit if he didn’t want to just pick you up and give you another kiss right then and there.

“morning,” he forced out, nodding as casually as he could.

and there you were, gaping back with that hint of nervousness, looking like you might combust from just a regular “good morning.” 

god, it was almost cute enough to make him actually laugh out loud.

“she’s just a colleague,” he reminded himself, over and over again, as he worked to keep the grin off his face. “a colleague. not some romcom lead you just made out with in front of her apartment.”

yet the way dancing queen kept droning in his head, as if mocking his every move? toji was seriously questioning whether he’d woken up in some kind of alternate reality.

and he just knew gojo was watching the whole thing with a smug look, likely dying to crack a joke, or worse, belt out dancing queen if he somehow figured out what was in toji’s head. 

and knowing gojo? he probably already had.

the studio door clicked shut as gojo swept out with an exaggerated bow, holding up his finger in a silent “one minute” before he launched into his call with suguru in a voice loud enough to be heard two floors down. gojo was probably already going on about the “incredible chemistry” between his favorite team members, or whatever nonsense he’d decided on for today. 

and with him out of the room, it was just you and toji. 

alone. 

in silence.

you shifted on your feet, eyes darting everywhere except directly at him, yet somehow landing right back on him. it was like your brain had a toji magnet switched on, and no matter how hard you tried to look elsewhere, you found yourself glancing back at him.

finally, the quiet got so charged that you both ended up blurting out at the exact same time —

“are you single?”

you both froze, then looked at each other, wide-eyed, like you couldn’t believe you’d just asked that out loud.

“uh,” toji coughed, scratching the back of his neck. “well. yeah, i am. single, that is.

“oh.” you tried to act cool, but it came out as a slightly breathless squeak. “good to know.”

“and you?” he asked, voice low, almost cautious, as if bracing himself for an answer he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear.

“also single,” you admitted, feeling your cheeks warm under his gaze. “which… is also good to know.”

there was a beat of quiet where you both just kind of looked at each other, a half-smile creeping onto his face as you kept shifting on your feet, practically melting under the intensity of his gaze.

“so…” you cleared your throat, your hands fidgeting a little as you gathered the nerve to ask the next thing. “didn’t know you had a kid.”

“oh, yeah.” toji chuckled, a hint of fondness lighting up his expression as he thought of his son. “he’s my kid, alright. handful and a half, that one.”

“he’s adorable.” you smiled, thinking back to the mini toji who had totally stolen your heart. “how old is he?”

“eight.” toji’s voice softened, a rare warmth in his tone that you’d never heard before. “he, uh… he means a lot to me. not that i’d ever tell him that, though. don’t want him thinking he’s got me wrapped around his little finger or anything.”

you laughed, picturing the little boy with his big grin and fearless energy. “something tells me he already knows.”

“yeah, probably.” toji laughed too, and for a moment, there was an ease between you, a shared warmth that made the whole moment feel so… natural.

“so… um, are you, like… a single dad?” you asked, careful with your words, not wanting to pry too deeply.

“yeah.” his answer was simple, but there was a weight to it. “just me and the kid. been that way for a while.”

“that’s…” you bit your lip, not sure what to say without sounding weirdly sentimental. “that’s admirable. megumi’s lucky to have you.

“i don’t know about all that,” he muttered, clearly uncomfortable with the praise but unable to hide a small smile. “just doing what i can, you know?”

“still,” you said, feeling a swell of admiration you hadn’t expected. “it’s impressive. and honestly… seeing you with him yesterday? it was… kinda heartwarming.”

toji looked at you, eyes softening in a way that made your heart stutter. 

“thanks,” he murmured, his voice almost a whisper. “means a lot, hearing that.”

the two of you stood there, closer than you realized, in this weird bubble where everything felt warm and intense and perfect. just as you felt that strange magnetic pull drawing you closer, like maybe you’d just close the gap and —

the studio door banged open.

“don’t stop on my account!” gojo sing-songed, practically sashaying back into the room, a smirk plastered across his face.

you both leaped back, clearing your throats and suddenly finding the walls, the floor, anything else in the room utterly fascinating.

“alright, lovebirds, let’s get this recording started, shall we?” gojo grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he looked between the two of you, not even pretending he hadn’t just caught a whole moment.

toji settled into the recording booth, leaning back in the chair with the script in hand, his voice dipping to that low, gravelly tone that made every line sound like an invitation.

“so,” he began, speaking as the dragon king to the main character in the script, his words practically dripping with intensity, “you think you can resist me? i see right through you… even the bravest warriors have trembled at my touch.”

your breath caught as he delivered the line, eyes wide as you watched him through the glass. 

you couldn’t help it — his character was practically staring into your soul, voice thick and slow, practically wrapping around each word.

“do you know what happens to those who challenge me?” toji continued, his eyes narrowing as he held the script in one hand, his gaze piercing. “they are forced to surrender… one way or another.”

outside the booth, you practically felt yourself melting, feeling a flush creep up your cheeks as you fidgeted with the edge of your shirt. 

toji’s voice, his delivery — it was all too much. how was it possible for him to sound that… that intense? it was like he was actually speaking to you.

“ah, beautiful.” gojo, standing beside you, broke in with a theatrical sigh. “our dragon king sounds magnificent, doesn’t he? i could practically faint!”

you shot him a quick glare, barely masking a smirk. “keep it down, gojo. he’s in the middle of it.”

“oh, i’m just here to appreciate the artistry,” gojo whispered back, feigning innocence as he leaned in to watch, hands clasped together dramatically.

“the choice is yours,” toji went on, his voice softer now, laced with something tender that made it impossible to look away. “join me… or keep pretending this —” he emphasized the word, letting it linger “ — isn’t exactly what you’ve been wanting.”

you swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his gaze even through the glass. 

was he delivering that line as the dragon king or as… well, toji?

but then —

“ohhhh!” gojo chimed in loudly, clutching his chest as if he’d been struck by an arrow. “the passion! the romance! our hero’s heart is pounding!”

toji paused, rolling his eyes as he looked at gojo through the glass. “you really gonna keep interrupting, gojo?”

“oh, don’t mind me,” gojo said, waving a hand. “i’m simply enjoying the magic in the air! please, carry on. do go on.” he pretended to dab at his eyes. “so moving.”

toji gave a small sigh but threw you a barely-there smile before settling back into character.

“and when you finally stop running…” his voice softened, a quiet urgency threading through it. 

“i’ll be here, waiting… because you belong to me, whether you admit it or not.”

your heart skipped a beat, and you found yourself leaning in, hanging onto every word, caught up in the sheer pull of his voice. 

you didn’t know if it was his talent as a voice actor, the lines he was reading, or him, but every word was drawing you in deeper, bit by bit.

“ah, what is it like to be so passionately claimed by a dragon king? how riveting!” gojo murmured dramatically, as if providing a play-by-play to an audience. “she’s helpless, entranced! they both know she’s falling!”

toji cast a pointed look at gojo, barely concealing a smirk. “you done yet, gojo?”

gojo merely grinned, shrugging. “hey, i’m just here to make sure the romance shines through. and oh, don’t worry — it’s definitely shining.”

toji rolled his eyes but kept going, lowering his voice to a rumbling murmur. “if you don’t know where your heart lies, then i’ll show you.” 

he paused, his words lingering in the air like a promise, like he was speaking directly to you.

by now, the studio felt suffused with tension, thick enough to cut with a knife. it didn’t help that every time gojo piped in with another comment, it only made you feel more painfully aware of every detail: the way toji’s gaze kept flickering your way, the way your own pulse raced faster with each line he spoke.

“the truth is right in front of you,” toji continued, his voice dropping low, rough, something smoldering behind each word. “all you have to do is reach out… and claim it.”

“gorgeous! breathtaking!” gojo burst out, clapping his hands loudly. “i can practically see the sparks flying! ah, young love!”

toji finally broke character, raising a brow at gojo with a look of pure exasperation. “you gonna let me finish or not?”

gojo waved a hand. “fine, fine. but for real — if you two don’t kiss after this, i might have to stage a re-shoot.”

both you and toji threw your hands up simultaneously, voices raised in exasperation. 

“gojo, would you please stop interrupting!”

“yeah, seriously, man,” toji added, shaking his head as he glanced over at you with a shared look of pure frustration.

“okay, okay! sheesh!” gojo shrieked, actually shrieked, as he staggered back in mock terror, clutching his chest like he’d been mortally wounded. “all i wanted was to witness some workplace romance! is that so wrong?”

“yes, gojo, very wrong,” you shot back, rubbing your temples. “this is literally supposed to be professional — you should know that.”

toji snorted, crossing his arms as he smirked at gojo. “for once, i agree. you’ve got all the dramatic flair of a middle-schooler.”

“excuse me,” gojo replied, flipping an imaginary hair strand over his shoulder. “i’ll have you know my artistic eye is very advanced.” he let out a huff, but from the grin on his face, you could tell he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

you shook your head, exasperated. “look, can we just get this recording done without any more —”

“interruptions,” toji finished for you, raising a brow as he glanced over at gojo.

“fine, fine!” gojo finally backed off, dramatically sliding into a chair in the corner, arms folded in mock offense. “i’ll be silent as a stone. a beautiful, thoughtful stone.”

you exchanged another look with toji, both of you sighing in unison. 

something told you both that it was going to be a very long day, especially with gojo’s creative direction…

toji, after finishing a solid block of recording, had ended up chatting with the sound techs, leaving you flipping through your phone while you waited. 

gojo, in his usual meddling fashion, suddenly brightened up and declared, “oh! why don’t you have a little chat with suguru? i told him you were here. he insisted on saying hello!”

you raised an eyebrow. “uh, sure?”

gojo sent you a link to join the video call, and soon suguru’s face popped up on the screen. his calm expression softened slightly when he saw you. “well, hello there. gojo wasn’t exaggerating when he said he had a new ‘star’ at the studio.”

you laughed, feeling a bit flustered. “thanks, geto! i hear you’re a partner at a... famous wine company?”

suguru gave a modest shrug. “yeah, it’s called persephone. it’s a small project that grew bigger than i expected. i handle a lot of the sourcing and marketing — keeps me away from here most of the time.”

“persephone? i’ve heard great things about it!” you said, genuinely impressed. “the way gojo talks about it, it sounds like a pretty big deal.”

he chuckled, glancing to the side as if recalling memories. “i started it with a... friend, actually. she was passionate about wine and had a vision that i couldn’t help but support. i guess i have a soft spot for her, and i... well, care about her a lot.”

you felt your heart warm a little at his sincerity, and the slight hesitation when he spoke of his partner. “it sounds like you two have something special going on,” you said, offering a supportive smile. “i’m sure she appreciates everything you do, especially with how involved you are. and honestly? best of luck. that kind of partnership sounds really meaningful.”

suguru gave a small nod, a faint, appreciative smile on his face. 

“thank you. i think she’d like you. maybe one day, if you ever make it out here for one of gojo’s wild wine-tasting parties, we can all meet up.”

“i’d love that!” you replied, already imagining how intriguing that partnership might be. and as you finished up the conversation, it struck you that you’d gotten a glimpse of a different side of suguru — one he clearly didn’t reveal often.

toji hadn’t meant to get distracted, but the second he saw you on a video call with suguru, laughing over whatever he was saying, he couldn’t help it. he’d been halfway listening to the sound tech drone on about waveform patterns, but all of that faded when he caught sight of you smiling on-screen. 

who exactly were you talking to like that? why did you look so happy?

the tech was still talking beside him, but toji’s focus was elsewhere. 

suguru. 

that damn calm, collected face of his. 

the same suguru who he’d seen only sparingly around the company, mostly through gojo’s random updates, but who was still one of the few people gojo actually respected.

toji squinted, his jaw tightening as he took a few steps toward you and pretended it was a casual stroll.

why was he doing this? it wasn’t like he had any claim on you, right? 

sure, there was that one kiss — or, well, those two kisses, actually. 

but still. 

he was a grown man, not some jealous kid. yet here he was, feeling like he had to size up suguru over a damn screen.

before he even realized it, toji had closed the distance. without asking, he leaned over your shoulder, practically shoving his face into the camera view as he met suguru’s face.

“hey, suguru,” he drawled, and the way his voice came out a little gruff didn’t escape him. “didn’t know you were interrupting a busy studio day here.”

you blinked, wide-eyed at his sudden closeness, but toji kept his eyes on suguru, ignoring your flustered reaction. suguru looked almost amused, raising an eyebrow at toji’s unannounced intrusion.

“toji. i’m just saying hi to the new talent here,” suguru replied with a smooth smile, clearly unfazed. “i’m sure you wouldn’t mind me meeting one of satoru’s top finds.”

“top find?” toji scoffed, feeling a weird pang at the words. “i’m the one doing all the work here.”

you shot him a look, somewhere between surprised and amused. “toji —”

but he just grunted and kept going, ignoring your attempt to intervene. “so, suguru, been busy with all that wine business, huh?” he went on, as if suguru’s whole life story had suddenly become his priority.

“pretty much,” suguru replied, a slight smirk in his tone. “it’s been keeping me busy, and i have a…close partner who keeps me grounded. speaking of which,” he turned his gaze to you with an amused smile, “she was the one who started persephone. i’m really just there to support her vision.”

“sounds convenient,” toji muttered, but suguru just chuckled.

you nudged him with your elbow, giving him a warning look. “toji, come on,” you whispered, as if he was the one being out of line here.

he let out a low sigh, then pulled back slightly, looking at you as if he’d just remembered himself. “what? ’m just makin’ sure you’re not getting dragged into any fancy wine scams or whatever.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide a smile. “geto’s company is doing fine, toji. it’s called persephone.”

toji folded his arms and gave a dismissive shrug. “well, just saying. i know people.” 

the whole room seemed to go a bit quieter, and toji cleared his throat, looking away from suguru's patient amusement.

“nice meeting you, toji,” suguru added, with a slight tilt of his head. “take care of our new ‘top find’ there, alright?”

toji clenched his jaw a little at the words, then nodded, pretending he wasn’t glaring at the camera. “yeah, yeah. we’re all set here.”

as the call ended, you turned to him, eyebrows raised, clearly wanting an explanation. “what was that about?”

toji scratched the back of his neck, trying to look casual. “just, y’know…making sure you weren’t getting yourself in with shady people.”

“oh? like, you?”

he let out a bark of laughter, realizing he’d backed himself into a corner. “hey, i’m not shady — i’m just thorough.”

you raised an eyebrow. “thorough? right, that’s the word you’re going with?”

“yeah. and what — you mad at me for caring?”

at that, you went quiet, a faint blush touching your cheeks. 

and toji? well, he could only think of those two kisses again, and how stupidly close he’d just gotten to the camera just to… what? size up suguru? 

he mentally groaned. what was wrong with him?

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[mrs-monaghan]

I know Tae is the most popular member but why it's not seen in the results? Or is it because he haven't released the album ? But then JK hasn't released an album either but he's already on steaming lists.

1. In highest debut streams, JK has LR(1), dreamers and stayalive. JM had LC(2), SMF and Face off (VIBE was there recently) While Tae has none. Knowing Tae has twice amount of fans than JM atleast one of his song should be on list right.

2. Fastest streamed OST is With You surpassing other OST's by BTS members.

3. Jimin gets a 100+ #1 in iTunes within 5 hours for past 3 songs while rest, including JK, take more than 10 hours atleast.

4. I thought Tae as one of most fashionable members and high end brands will be lining to sign him with great offers but then it's Jimin who got signed to 2 most luxurious brand and many other brands followed him including Valentino. While Tae got Celine. Unlike JK, who made it clear he likes to sign to brands he actually uses rather than luxury or money factor. Tae doesn't seem to be a person like that given he signed with Siminvest.

5. I remember there was a big poll last year which had the winner gifted a NYC promotion ad or something 🤔 and Jimin won it. Surpassing votes of Tae.

How Jimin is surpassing him in every field with much less supporters than him ?

Like we said,

1) PJMs show up. Jimin is the most hated member but he is also the most beloved member. Its quite funny when u think about it. In a fucked up kind of way though.

Goldy once said even Jimin's haters are obsessed with him and this is true. They will wait 2 hours under the airport lives. There was a lady who went live last night on IG as we waited for Jimin to show up at Tiffany n Co and Tkkrs were commenting. Like why were they there?

2) Jimin gets support from his haters and PJMs. I wouldn't be surprised if some of these jerkwards even buy his merch that's how obsessed they are.

3) No offence to any V biased person reading this but most PJMs are adults. With Jobs. So not only do they not have time on their hands to dick around on twitter all day hating on V, but they will financially support Jimin when it comes down to it.

4) Jimin is the sell out King. Well, him and his bae. 💛💜

5) Which answers your question, Jimin is always number one on brand reputation. He has held that position for years now. So brands will gravitate towards him since he has the most reputable reputation? That sounds wrong. But u get what I mean.

6) V solos are useless.

[tmwcs]

RAEEEEE GUESS WHOS HERE ABOUT DT SUPER LATE🤩

Me😌

Im sorry BUT NOW IM GONNA START READING IT AND YOULL GET ALL MY LIVE REACTIONS🤭‼️

"Gently rubbing his fingertips along your skin, swaying them back and forth"

RAE😭😭 WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO USSSSS, pls pls take our well being into consideration 😔😔

“Good girl... you even know how to pronouce it correctly"

good girl? GOOD GIRL???? AND HE HAS THE AUDACITY TO WINK AFTERWARDS???? im done I cant with this guy

“Maybe….we’ll see.”

Maybe yes, hopefully not😌

“Night sweet thing.”

Boy im no object 🤨🤨 (but since its you saying it, I dont mind as much😋)

“Let us know if you need anything.”

You sir pls?🤯

Gazing at the message that you had just received, you saw that it was from Kurt, who expressed how good it was to see you again. “…Hmm…I wonder….” You mentally noted as you came up with an idea and messaged back.

No no pls dont "wonder" it usually ends bad😨

OMG IM LOOKING AT THE PICS YOU ADDED RN AND IM- SUISHSEESDDD let me suck your dick pls??? (Both)

“You would look so pretty in a wedding dress.”

THIS AND THE PICTURE UNDERNEATH IT????VBYXDGHHHHH, Heejeong does smh unexplainable to me😣

“Yeah?.....I beg to differ.”

SIR???? STOPPPP

“Hey, y/n. I’m finally here, sorry I missed the ceremony, but I’m glad I could make it in now.”

You missed the ceremony what else you here for boy?💀 also rae pls pls dont do what im think you're going to do pls pls dont

You had invited Kurt, as a manner to introduce him to the family since you had recently decided to give him a chance and accept his offer to begin a relationship

Bye.

WHYYYYY TELL ME WHYTYYY???????? I dont even know what to say🤯🤯

Im kurt number 1 hater #kurtkys #kurtleaveynalone #kurtpullasamuelsoicanhaveareasontohateyou

Im never forgiving you for this rae

"Im good Mrs....um..."

Bro doesn't even know the name of his girlfriends mother 💀💀 this is way worse then what samuel did I think I have reason to hate him now😌

Heejeong merely looked down at Kurt’s hand before glaring back up at him….then over to you.

YES BAE IGNORE HIS DIRTY HANDS WHO KNOWS IF HE EVEN WASHED THEM???😨‼️

"Nice to meet you. I’m Kurt.”

No one cares bro you can stop💀💀

You figured they were disappointed that you hadn’t told them about Kurt sooner

Nah babes they're mad bc they want to fuck you

"We’re dating.”

Im so done with y/n

"They were busy.”

Pls keep em busy🙏🏻🙏🏻

"It’s okay….” You bit your lip as you chuckled once more. Leaning in, you whispered out. “Should we try again?"

NO???? how about y'all DONT try again💀

"So..."

FINALLY OME OF MY BAES🤭🤭

"Come again?....”

Y/n bae in the nicest way possible, stfu🤗

"Nuh-uh. Come here, we need to have a little talk, you and I.”

Okay lets talk😋 OMG THE PICTURE????? IM DYING DJJDUDJEJD

“Shhh….come here…..COME HERE.”

Come here and get some~~

ANOTHER PICTURE???? *this user has died*

Okay ill continue dying after i finish this ask 🔥🔥

“Stop! This is wrong! You’re insane, get off!”

Dont stop! This is feels so right! You're not insane, dont get off**** sorry had to fix your typo😰😰

"Dont be like that…..haven’t I shown you kindness and affection?....Haven’t I shown just how much I ADORE you?”

BAE PLS PLS FORGIVE MY DEAR Y/N, SHES JUST BEING SILLY 🤗🤗

"Those are some pretty strong words princess…..are we fighting? Hmm? Tell me…..” placing a hand on your hip, he starts to motion your body to grind against his crotch as he whispers out the last bit. “Are we fighting?”

I might have to resume being dead soon bc oh my god i cant handle this

"Tell me baby….since we’re fighting…tell me what I gotta do to fix it…tell me.

Nothing babe you're perfect 😌‼️ #loveyourself #changeyourselffornoone #beyourself

"Come on baby…tell me what I gotta do to fix it….so we can get along…”

OH WAITTTT, that shitty gf of yours💀 we can get along then👍🏻

No princess….dont think I will……I don’t think you want me to…..that’s okay because that’s what I’m here for…..”

You're right, pls dont stop😣

"Boyfriend hasn’t touched you yet…has he?”

THANK GOD NO 🙏🏻🙏🏻

"Let me fix it."

Yeah this is my last straw, im dead 👍🏻

Okay kids, lets all thank rae for the amazing chapter 🤭🤭

Bro the way I laughed at this….this is…this is gold. I’m literacy saving this right now so I can refer back to it bc this was just absolutely hands down the best Silky. Omg. Lol! I loved that enjoyed the chapter. Bro..the part where Heeseung was like “let me beat it up and say sorry to it with my tongue later” I died lol. Could you imagine? I should have chapter 6 posted by tomorrow maybe since im working on HHP ch 20 rn ;)

[bryceslahela]

choices li tag game <33

tagged by the amazing @mvalentine. i love u bestie <3333 also i added commentary, ignore if u want.

also idk who to tag so … @trystcnthorne @kingliamrys @paladinofsol and anyone else who wants to.

across the void - none. book was ass. sorry howdy.

america’s most eligible - the bad boy that wasn’t even bad. the flop boy.

a very scandalous proposal - hate the way british lis are written so stopped playing but i might replay again bc everyone raves abt simon/ava. if that’s their names.

baby bump - rich guy in ill fitting suit. clit covington.

bachelorette party - rich doctor. reed? as much personality as a loaf of white bread. he had rlly big gazongas tho like ik the design team had fun inflating those things.

big sky country - dallas. dallas so beautiful. i love 1 (one) man.

blades of light and shadow - mal volari

bloodbound - adrian raines (didn’t finish tho)

crimes of passion - obviously my #bae trystan thorne

a courtesan of rome - depends on my playthrough, it’s either marc antony and syphax or just marc antony.

desire and decorum - never finished but ernest sinclaire. he’s v pathetic looking and that’s my type.

distant shores - edward mortemer.

the elementalists - beckett harrington (i know he’s a divisive li but idc he’s my nerd 4 lifer 🤞🏾)

endless summer - sean gayle

foreign affairs - y’all already know 🤭 mr blaine hayes. my number one. my shorty. my bae. my boo. my lil doughnut head.

the freshman series - chris bc i didn’t care abt him frfr. james was cute and was my boo for a minute but then he rlly fucking annoyed me. on my replay it was zig, he was hot but i never finished.

hot couture - no one. all were ugly and hazel wasn’t available.

immortal desires - both (but i liked cas more im sooooo sorry gabey wabey 😪)

laws of attraction - gabe ricci. he’s hot, sexy and has a good job unlike some ppl.

mother of the year - thomas mendez. hot single dad ?? purrrrr.

murder at homecoming - black!tyler is sooo pretty but i’m sorry donovan is gonna be my number one.

my first two loves - noah harris. miss him sm but i am not replaying 100 chapters pb got me fucked up fr.

nightbound - none. didn’t finish.

open heart - bryce lahela obviously 🤭. i would write a sonnet abt him but no one would listen 😪romanced ethan and raf for a bit tho

perfect match - everyone. all lis were TOP TIER. damien and hayden were my mains tho.

platinum - raleigh. fine asf. flop mc didnt deserve him.

red carpet diaries - matt rodriguez. no thoughts up there. love that for him frfr.

ride or die - logan? i think.

the royal masquerade - never finished but the pretty boy prince.

the royal romance - liam rys.

rules of engagement - the rich one. forgot his name srry to that man.

save the date - justin mercado (he wasn’t bad at all y’all are just haters)

veil of secrets - i played once when it came out and it was flynn but i replayed and romanced grant even tho he’s bald.

wake the dead - the hot guy. idk i quit playing.

[fpwrites]

can you do the 1-a boys with the rock singer s/o thing??? i loved that one!!!

Rock Singer S/O

Tenya Iida

He’s the brother of a famous hero. Fame ain’t shit, ok.

He’d be hella proud of you for deciding to become a singer instead of a hero. Would say the same sort of thing All Might would (that it was still a heroic thing).

He probably wouldn’t really listen to your music until you date and even then, I can only see him listening to it when he’s at one of your concerts or while you’re practicing. Rock/hard rock just really isn’t his thing.

Thinks you’re hella impressive and hot, even though you tend to be a bit of a rebel and blast everyone out with your electric guitar.

Is constantly reminding you that there is a noise curfew.

Not that you obey it.

Probably the main thing you argue about.

Although it is hard to argue with you when you have an electric guitar strung over your shoulder and you’re wearing one of his t-shirts.

God-damn it, you sure know how to get to him.

Denki Kaminari

Okay, we ALL saw how he reacted to finding out Jiro could play a bunch of instruments. This boi loves music and instruments and shit.

So having an S/O who is also a rockstar? He would be in literal heaven.

I can’t see Kaminari mainly listening to rock, I can see him being that guy who listens to literally everything, especially if his bae does (even more so if it’s his bae singing).

Before ya’ll even dated, he’d def listened to a few of your songs and may or may not be a member of your fanclub. He is.

But then dating you??? LORT. Consider him your #1 fanboy bc he will be your hypeman and be there for all of your concerts, live or not, planned or not.

Even if they’re just a bedroom concert and you’re trying to compose a new song, he’ll be there, looking all  ♡(◕ᗜ◕✿)

Like fr. Also this boi will constantly be giving you ideas for merch and want to be your merch designer and seller. And no, Denki, Dick Slayer is not an appropriate band name or slogan to put on merch.

Honestly loves it when you practice around him. Thinks you’re cute when you just sit and strum on your guitar, or play the drums. His favorite is the guitar though.

Eijiro Kirishima

Honestly, just like Aizawa, he’d be really worried about you when you’re on tour or out in public by yourself.

He’s been on your fansites for education reasons, of course. He’s seen the kinds of weirdos you have for fans and he’s heard stories of celebrities getting like, kidnapped or stalked by crazed fans. It worries him.

As such, he’ll be reluctant to let you go anywhere by yourself. So a lil security team (or him) is required wherever you go, which certainly makes things interesting.

He doesn’t mean to be overbearing; he’s just protective.

As such, he’d be present at all your practices and honestly, he’d just sit there and be in total awe of you and your voice. That and/or your skill on the instruments. Like how can one person be so talented and awesome AND be his?????

Constantly compliment you. Show you your own concerts and then positive comments.

Hide any negative comments, likely because he went on a small rampage against the haters.

Shouto Todoroki

This boy DEFINITELY listens to rock and probably stumbled across your stuff one day in his recommended. From that day forward, your songs were a part of his workout playlist.

He loved how well you played the guitar in your songs. LOVED IT. It was really good for getting him motivated and grooving.

Wouldn’t say he was one of your top fans, but he was def one of them.

Meeting you, he’d be totally starstruck. Unable to form words. You’d have to do all the talking, but that’s mostly normal w/ Shouto anyway.

He’s more of a physical/actions guy.

So don’t be surprised when he starts showing up at your concerts and shit.

When you guys actually start dating, he’ll try his best to keep doing so and if he can’t, he’ll def watch the lives and be like !!! that’s my S/O !!!!

so fuckin’ proud of u!

def worries about you tho. always keeps a close eye on you when you’re on stage and studies your security team.

loves loves loves loves watching you practice. he could literally watch you practice all day. he LITERALLY does not care. your voice and music is so soothing to him (LMAO!) and the fact that you bare your heart and soul to millions just leaves him in complete awe.

though at times, it gets to him a little too much and he has to take the guitar off of you and make you sing a little differently ;)

Katsuki Bakugo

(Ya’ll know why I picked that gif.)

He has heard of your music, he listens to it...but on the dl. He listens to it when he works out, on his way home, etc.

But upon meeting you, he denies it. He denies it even when you guys start dating.

Only admitted it once. You asked him to repeat it and he refused.

Also will never admit it but he loves your voice. Can fall asleep to it’s sound. Probably has.

He loves playing with you. If your drummer is out or you get an idea in the middle of the night (much to the chagrin of your neighbors), you ask him to stand in and god, he loves it.

He loves how you lose yourself in your music and just sing. It just !!!!!!!! gets him !!!!!!!!

Not surprisingly, he loves the way you look with an instrument in your hands. Thinks it’s simultaneously cute and hot. Is frequently stuck between the two, though he often finds himself leaning towards hot.

Practices are often interrupted for intense make-outs which result in, uh, *cough* ‘y know

Izuku Midoriya/Deku

This boi is 100% your number one fan, S/O or not. Saw a Youtube video of you singing one day and had the biggest crush on you since.

Loves loves loves and I mean loves your music. Thinks your voice is goddess-tier and really wants to attend a concert of yours live.

When you meet, he’s flustered and shy and just !!!

he can’t believe he’s meeting a celebrity who he has a crush on

you def sing for him

he dies (and comes back)

watching you play and sing for him is literally his whole life

thinks of it as his own personal concert

refuses to record them just for the sake of your privacy

worries a lot about crazy fans, sometimes wonders if he’s a crazy fan

you reassure him he’s not.

but god, he’ll never tell you but when you get in your zone, put that guitar strap on your shoulder and start to sing, it gets him a little turned on. a lot turned on.

[wizardessheart-sideb]

[The Meadow of Oblivion]

FINALLY we’re getting Alfonse content! I’ve already gotten through Alfonse’s ending and AHHHH I’m so in love with him T-T I’m hella digging this spin-off!

Quick Facts

Type: Spin-off

# of routes: 1

# of endings: 2

Early bird ends: October 4, 2018

Event ends: October 11, 2018

Basic Overview

Story summary: The MC is cursed and starts to lose their memory, prompting Zeus and Alfonse to try and find a way to stop the memory loss.

Overall, this spin-off is super sweet and just. Alfonse is ABSOLUTE bae and a total sweetheart. Even Zeus has his kind moments, and you KNOW that’s a hella good compliment coming from me, the number one Zeus Brundle hater.

There are 6 early bird items. 3 are from passing chapters, 2 from completing endings, and 1 from completing both endings. There are 5 story completion prizes, 2 for one ending, 2 for the other, and 1 for both. 

As for length, the main portion of the spin-off is a total of 17 parts. Alfonse’s ending is 5 parts long, and I imagine Zeus’ is the same length. 

Checkpoint Items

This is one of the cheaper spin-offs we’ve gotten, although let’s be real, it’s still a Lune sink. One full playthrough (all chapters+1 ending) will cost you 15,000 Lune or 900 Lune. Doing both endings will cost you 23,000 Lune or 1,400 coins.

Outside of avatar and garden items, you will need 6 Magic Keys per playthrough.

Walkthrough

Okay, so once again Solmare has made the choices a bit ambiguous to indicate who you were going to get. This is just going to be a short, endings-only walkthrough. I’ll be writing a more in-depth walkthrough for the WH wiki, so you can check that out, but for now here are the endings I chose. As you can all probably guess, I went (and got) Alfonse.

To get Alfonse

“No, I’m not.”

Take the pill (wow that sounds sketchy without context)

“Alfonse, I love the way you think.”

To get Zeus

Just don’t choose the above options lmao.

Final Thoughts

So tbh, I really do think this spin-off is definitely worth reading, especially if you have spare Lune and keys. The plot isn’t anything we haven’t seen before, especially if you’ve played a certain Goldstein sequel, but it’s soooooooooo cute and fluffy with the right amount of drama. I’ve said it before but Alfonse is just. my DREAM man and honestly, Zeus was actually a decent person in this spin-off. I know, I was shocked too. But yeah. It’s a really cute spin-off! 

[ddeonusbf]

AHHH WE BACK AGAIN LETS GET IT😭SORRY MAI MAI NOTHING WAS GONNA STOP ME FROM READING IT MWAHAHAH

also i saw your reblog and yeah! i was like "oh heeseung has something on y/n? how inch resting of him" 🧐AND CHEM JOKES ARE FUNNY LITERALLYSHUT UP 🤫 I like to hear chemistry puns periodically🤭🤭🤭🤭 AND I DIDNT FEEL PRESSURED IVE BEEN MEANING TOO FOR A HOT MINUTE AND I FINALLY HAVE TIKE SO LETS GET IT😴 NOW ON TO THE FIC

Y/N WAS SO SICK FOR ALL THE EXCUSES SHE WANTED TO USE LIKE DAMN WHY HEESEUNG HAD TO TAKE THE FALL😭😭HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY GO HEESEUNG‼️

“u-um, you just… you looked… tired.” art simping arc??? me and y/n real different i wouldve been throwing him heart eyes and shit giggling and whatnot😻😻AND NO HEESEUNG ITS NOT YOUR FAULT OKAY YOU WERE CONFESSING DONT APOLOGIZE BAE☹️☹️ and heeseung is such a sweetheart, art = triage! heeseung supremacist!!

also i love your writing style! its so descriptive and comfy, gonna have to binge all your other fics later🤭🤭

heeseung taking a photo of the sunset is so cute and feels so heeseung idk i just know he had a folder in his photo for all the sunsets and sunrises he catches. bro has me down tremendously in sixteen different ways help🥰OMG AND HE SHOWS THEM TO HIS MOM??? bro y/n move he's clearly met to be with ME! 🥴the delulu in me jumped out my bad😅BUT HE HANGS OUT WITH HIS MOM WE'RE SO SIMILAR😋i love my mom shes like one of my best friends

"LESSON 1 : if you look cute, 50% of the things you say don’t sound quite as dumb." looks like he's already got that one in the bag🤪 AND HEAR ME OUT RIGHT:.....bowties arent that bad. but they only look good on certain groups of people. no i will not specify. BUT BOWTIES ARE SO CUTE.....he does have an addiction though, and we must converse about it, effective immediately

HEESEUNG NEVER GOING ON A DATE BEFORE?? I CAN TELL THEIR CLASSMATES DONT HAVE TASTE HELLAUR????"it’s just an endless number of t-shirts with cartoon characters on them." what's that 'pose to mean?? quickly mai🤨🤨🤨 *shoves anime and cartoon character shirts in my closet* the people deserve to know!!

anyways as a glasses wearer y/n is right!! glasses either help your facial features but hide your best feature-your eyes-or they highlight your eyes but dim your facial features. for me its number one because i look fantastic with glasses on but you cant really see my eyes unless you're looking dead at me 🥸 but heeseung has super pretty eyes so glasses make him pretty, but he looks better without them🥰 and ugh taehyun😒sorry tae youve earned my disdain in this fic, you still have my heart tho😊anywas ynseung lowkey kinda cute?? y/n isnt that much a bitch as she made herself to be

“but… you’re my trash can. you’re supposed to eat what i can’t finish.” literally me and my older brother🫢i give him everything i dont want, like when my grandma makes pork, i give him all the fatty pieces🤞🏾ALSO RYUJIN YOURE SUCH A SNITCH UGH YOU DONT KNOW HOW TO SHUT UP?? WHAT IF WE DIDNT WANT TAE LNOWING? OH RIGHT, WE DIDNT. when i jump her she cant say a thing🤫ANYWAYS Y/N BOSSBABE FOR SNAPPING ON THEM HOES GET INTO ITTTTTTT🤪🤪🤪‼️‼️‼️ hater like: y/n didnt eat🥸 meanwhile y/n like:

ASYHDHDD HEESEUNG YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME HELLO??? ‘so pretty and warm, right?’ he writes. ‘kinda reminded me of you.’ SIRRRRRRRRR- and a nickname? miss sunset?? barking st the wall hehe

18374747/10 MAI THIS WAS SO GOOD‼️ I HAVE A CALL SOON SO I WONT READ THE THREE CHAPTER NOW BUT I WILL SOON THANK YOU THIS WAS SO GOOD

triage — ft. lee heeseung (chapter II)

you try to teach the nerd how to date.

synopsis: heeseung is not, by any measure, date-able. he’s dorky, he’s nerdy, and he does this weird thing where he snorts loudly every time he laughs. in fact, he loves everything that normal people are allergic to — computer science, collecting rare comic books, and birdwatching on the weekend.

given that you two have obviously nothing in common, you find yourself utterly flabbergasted when you receive a letter in your locker, on which heeseung has written, "hi. will you please teach me how to date?"

MASTERLIST HERE !

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chapter two

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detention.

you had both landed detention.

when you and heeseung had returned to mr lee’s classroom, it was the obvious punishment your teacher had to impose — heeseung’s crime was randomly abandoning class to confess his undying adoration for lia, and your crime was taking way too long to “search” for heeseung.

alas, your teacher was livid the instant you two had attempted to walk through the door.

as per your usual style, you were insistent on lying your way out of the punishment. you wanted to concoct some sort of elaborate (but totally believable) story about why it had taken you so long to bring heeseung back to class.

you had already brainstormed several fibs. “heeseung had broken his arm and was at the nurse’s office the entire time” was the first thing that popped into your mind, until heeseung mentioned that there would be no documentation of him ever being there if nurse kim was asked.

so, you thought you could say that “heeseung dropped and stepped on his glasses and literally couldn’t see his way around the school and had to crawl around like a dog”, but heeseung almost wept at the thought of you having to break his glasses to show real proof.

then, there was the story that “heeseung shat his pants and was too embarrassed to return back to class in fear that people would choke on the smell of his poop”, but heeseung had given you such a dark look that you thought his soul had left his body.

ultimately, heeseung and his dumb ass belief that “honesty is the best policy” triumphed, effectively forcing you to spend your afternoon perishing in detention.

“i told you!” you hiss viciously through gritted teeth, “i told you we should’ve just lied!”

with no intention to conceal your resentment, you glare at heeseung from across the vacant classroom. when his eyes meet your furious scowl, he squeaks in fright before quickly lowering his head to fervently scrub the desks.

tsk.

this annoyingly angelic goody-two-shoes isn’t even going to look at you?

stamping your lips into an unimpressed line, you dunk the mop into the bucket of water before fishing it back out again. ugh. being forced to clean the classrooms after school must be a crime — there’s no way this can’t be considered child labour.

though you’re no stranger to detention (in fact, you’ve been put on behavioural probation numerous times now), something about having to sacrifice a few hours of today’s afternoon is particularly annoying. perhaps it’s because you’re still exhausted from last night’s partying, and scrubbing away the classroom floors during detention is the last thing you want to do.

slapping the wet mop back onto the floor, you huff loudly before proceeding to polish it. five minutes pass as you return darkened stains and greyed flecks to their usual pristine condition, before you hear shuffling from across the room.

you try not to heed heeseung and his noises, until suddenly you feel somebody gently grab your mop.

it’s heeseung.

it’s heeseung that has a fist around the length of your mop, just above where your hands lie.

“what—” you snap your head up, gaping at him while he avoids your gaze.

“i-i’ll do it.” he mutters shyly, seemingly intimidated by your stare.

you straighten your back, narrowing your eyes at him. “what?”

“i-i said i’ll do it.” he repeats in a soft whisper, slowly peeling your fingers off the length of the mop. you watch with utter bewilderment as the boy turns away from you, now mopping the floor in your stead. he makes quiet, careful movements to manoeuvre into the corners of the desk legs, no further complaints to be heard.

“why? was i doing it wrong?” you frown, watching as heeseung does your job for you. he must be some sort of perfectionist, you guess.

“n-no!” he quickly shakes his head, glancing at you briskly. “u-um, you just… you looked… tired.”

oh.

your frown quickly dissipates while you stare at him blankly. he was watching you? he noticed you were tired? something about his close observation of you is somewhat touching, though you stifle down any burgeoning emotions with a clear of the throat.

“thanks.” you tell him awkwardly, rubbing the nape of your neck.

“no, it’s my fault we’re in detention after all.” heeseung mumbles. “s-sorry, i didn’t mean to—”

“stop apologising.” you brusquely interrupt. this must be the umpteenth time that you’ve reminded him of this today, though this apology doesn’t feel quite as infuriating. “i thought i told you to stop doing that.”

“r-right.” heeseung nods once, flashing you a soft, timid smile. “thanks for the reminder.”

you’re frozen, stunned by the sight of another pretty smile of his, allowing it to completely  dissolve any last speckle of your annoyance. forcefully brushing away your thoughts, you contort your lips into a contrived frown and watch as heeseung continues to clean the floor for you.

he’s a lot nicer than the people you know, isn’t he?

if you and ryujin had been sent to detention together, she would have slept at the back and forced you to do all the work. and if it had been taehyun, he wouldn’t have even showed up in the first place.

heeseung is far removed from the type of personalities that you’re frequently acquainted with, and truthfully speaking, it’s a little disconcerting. how can somebody be so nice? at times, you wonder if he’s faking his entire persona; until you realise you’re just a bitter pessimist, though you like to think that you’ve encountered far too many dishonest people to not be engineered to think this way.

it’s the circle of life.

“nice people” get chewed up and spat out like gum all the time. it’s nature — in fact, you should totally leave heeseung to clean the rest of the classroom so you can go home and take a nap.

though you try to convince yourself this, guilt begins to sprout inside your chest as you watch heeseung diligently complete your task. technically, it’s not exactly his fault that you’re in detention. since it was his first offence, mr lee was actually willing to let heeseung off with a warning.

it was you and your extensive history for breaking the rules that landed you with a punishment, and it was heeseung that had willingly insisted on doing detention with you so you wouldn’t have to clean the classroom alone.

damn it.

you feel bad.

sighing, you allow the conscience you didn’t even know you had to control your next actions — you shuffle toward heeseung and snatch the mop from him.

damn it. why are you doing this?

surprised by your action, heeseung looks up at you with a rapid blink. you roll your eyes, poking your tongue against the inside of your cheek. “i’ll do it. just clean the tables or something.” you grumble, gently shoving him away with your shoulder.

“i-it’s okay, i can—”

“it’s fine.”

heeseung vehemently shakes his head. “n-no, you’ll hurt your back! i can—”

“i said move, dweeb!”

by the time you and heeseung have finished, the classrooms are so clean that they could be used to perform a surgery. however, you’ve reached an hour so late into the afternoon that the sun has begun to set.

you both stand at the front entrance of your high school, accompanied by the ephemeral blend of a golden sunset adorning the sky. amidst the flush of soft, autumnal hues, you briefly glance over at heeseung, noticing the way he goggles in wonder by the sight. he even rummages through his backpack for his phone to capture a picture of the sky.

what a kid, you think, wondering how many sunsets you’ve seen in your life.

they’re frankly unspecial and common to you, but heeseung seems to appreciate it — and the reverse appears to also be true, given that the sunset illuminates all his best features and kisses his skin with a gentle radiance.

you stare at the gleam along the bridge of his nose and the soft flutter of his eyelashes. when he turns to you and smiles, you notice the way his mousy eyes glow like russet pearls.

“you act like you’ve never seen a sunset in your life,” you comment.

he grins proudly. “they’re just so pretty.” heeseung gushes, turning his phone toward you so you can observe the picture he’s taken. “don’t you think?”

hm. not a bad photo. “yeah, whatever.” you shrug, “they’re aight.”

heeseung pouts at your nonchalant response, admiring his phone’s screen briefly before tucking it away.

“what’s even the point of taking a photo?” you tease him with a lifted brow. “you can literally just wake up tomorrow and see it again. and the day after. and the day after.”

“i like taking pretty photos,” he answers with a soft beam, allowing the excitement to reach his eyes. “to keep them. you never know; one day you might wake up and the sun’s gone… and then it’s like, poof — no more sunsets.”

poof — no more sunsets?

jeez, for a guy so certifiably intelligent, he sounds real fucking dumb.

“tell me you’re a loser without telling me you’re a loser.” you remark sarcastically.

heeseung pouts again, tempting you with the urge to reach over and softly pinch one of his cheeks.

“i’m not a loser,” he whines. “you know, my mom appreciates them. i show them to her all the time.”

mom?

“oh god,” you groan loudly. he obviously doesn’t need birth control or other forms of contraception when his mouth does all the work. “stop speaking. please.”

“what?” he blinks cluelessly, seemingly perplexed by your reaction. “she’s my best friend. we… we play pokemon go and paint each other’s toenails on the weekends together.”

oh. sweet. lord.

“dude, gross!” you throw your head back and project your groan into the sky. “everything about that sentence is gross! and i literally just scraped old gum off taehyun’s desk!”

fuck.

how the hell are you supposed to turn this dorky weirdo into a date-able human being?

he’s not even a real person.

you’re convinced he’s some sort of sick human experiment.

“you know what?” you pinch the bridge of your nose. “i was going to wait until tomorrow, but i honestly think we need all the time we can get.”

in the medical field, triage is the process of categorising patients by level of priority. in this case, heeseung takes the utmost precedence — he’s the patient who needs the most medical attention; the boy who needs the most help. you’re never one to ever be self-sacrificing, but when you triage through your current responsibilities, this boy’s anticipated glow-up is at the top of your list.

it’s honestly painful watching him.

“t-time?” heeseung blinks. “what do you mean?”

“it means i’m coming over to yours.” you turn to him, planting both your hands on his shoulders.

“and i’m going to teach you the first lesson in how to be date-able.”

HOW TO DATE — LESSON 1 : if you look cute, 50% of the things you say don’t sound quite as dumb.

the first glance you take inside heeseung’s closet almost makes you stagger back in shock.

“heeseung,” your eyes bulge out your sockets while your jaw sweeps the carpeted floor. “what the hell is this? how many fucking bowties do you need to own?”

hundreds. there must be hundreds. all you see is a massive basket filled to the brim with them.

this isn’t just a collection — it’s a fucking addiction.

it’s the kind of addiction in which he requires an intervention — asap. he needs a couple of his close friends and family members gathered in the living room, exchanging heartfelt stories about how his obviously debilitating fixation on collecting ugly bowties affects all their lives. he needs his dearest friends to beg him to stop this insane addiction.

“what do you mean?” heeseung shuffles beside you, placing his hands on his hips as he cocks his head to the side. “you don’t like them? i… i think they look pretty good on me.” he tries to beam enthusiastically. he even puts in the effort to reach over and grab a small red bowtie with a white polka-dot pattern, holding it just between his collar bones. “see?” he coyly smiles.

“oh god, i don’t think i’m ever not going to see that.” you gape at the absurd situation. seriously, this is sick. this is so wrong and sick.

that’s when heeseung pouts before grabbing another one — this time, baby pink in colour — and holds it just between your collar bones.

“hey!” heeseung’s eyes twinkle when he smiles. “you look good in one, too!”

“stop it!” you half-whine and half-laugh, groaning as you shake your head. heeseung stifles a giggle before returning both his beloved bowties into his basket. the basket of sins, you’ve decided to call it.

“okay, moving on.” you squint, angling your neck as you attempt to browse what other sins he has stowed in his closet. “let’s say someone asks you out on a date, what’s your go-to outfit?”

“um…” heeseung hums, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck. “i-i don’t know… i’ve never been on a date before.”

“never?” you snap your head at him, gaping. “like, ever?”

“n-never.” he stares back with a small pout. “i-is that weird?”

you blink rapidly. you’ve probably been on the same number of dates as heeseung’s estimated IQ. “of course not,” you quickly reassure him, twirling back toward his closet. “that’s a good thing. we can start from scratch. i’ll give you a few pointers; you know, i’m the best at dates.”

“o-oh… are you really?” you feel his heavy stare as you lean forward and rifle through the various clothing items he has hung up on the clothing rack.

“hell yeah.” you answer, squinting at his clothes. oh god, it’s just an endless number of t-shirts with cartoon characters on them. you make a mental note to take him shopping next time. well, at least he has cute shoes?

“it’s all about first impressions,” you explain. “but to be honest, if you look cute, fifty percent of the things you say don’t sound quite as dumb, which is why i’m looking through your closet.”

“cute?” he mutters, “o-oh, i see. n-no wonder you’re the best…”

“i swear, when it comes to looking cute, boys just need to change their hairstyle and clothes. it’s really as simple as that.” you say, and it’s the truth; some boys really do be rocking up to school with the ugliest haircut you’ve ever seen and you suddenly feel all your initial attraction melt away like snow in the sun.

“r-really?” heeseung squeaks with surprise.

“yeah.” you nod, thinking about this from an analytical standpoint. “you shouldn’t be too worried, though. your face is really cute. you’ve got really pretty eyes and a cute nose. i like your hair, too. so all we really need to do is fix your fashion. by the way, what do you usually wear?”

you wait for his answer, only to find silence on the other end.

huh?

you turn around in confusion, only to see heeseung staring at you with an unexplainable expression. his face is incredibly red, almost like he’s blushing with the entire surface area of his face. your eyes circle in surprise, eyes bouncing between the scarlet shade of his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

subject.

you need to change the subject.

“u-um, this is really cute, by the way.” you say, flustered by heeseung’s reaction. hastily, you yank out one of his hoodies and hold it against your own body.

“i like this,” you plaster a smile on your face, though it quickly dissolves into a more genuine expression as you begin to explain why. “it’s cute. the blue is really nice, and the yellow text really pops, too. hoodies probably aren’t the best choice for a first date, but if you really like the girl, and you’ve hung out with her a few times, i think it’s a really great choice!”

he stares at you for a moment’s passing.

your eyes meet, while silence seeps between the seconds.

why is he staring at you like that?

“h-heeseung?” you blink, feeling the beat of your heart begin to echo in your chest.

“hm?” he absentmindedly mumbles, staring at you.

“uh… what do you think?” you nudge him with the hoodie.

“huh? wha– o-oh...” heeseung appears to snap into focus now, eyeing the hoodie carefully. “um… my mom bought me that. i-i like it... i think.”

you gently smile. “cool! then let’s donate literally everything else to goodwill.”

this is almost like playing real-life sims, but better.

in this case, you’re the omniscient god — you’re the divine-like puppet master that gets to determine what he wears, how he talks, and even what kind of personality he projects.

this experience has been a thrilling, nostalgic adventure back into your childhood. it’s a blast from the past because you’ve been propelled back into your favourite childhood game — dress-up. except this time, your barbie doll is lee heeseung — and truthfully speaking, you’re having way too much fun with this.

the two of you are seated cross-legged on his bed now (no comment on his iron man bed sheets), facing each other. you’ve successfully filtered through his closet and lectured him on the importance of choosing matching or complementary colours when it comes to choosing an outfit.

“okay, next thing — get rid of those glasses.”

heeseung pouts. “but… if i take them off, then i can’t see.”

“good,” you grin sarcastically. “then you won’t be able to see how ugly those glasses are.”

his frown sinks deeper into his face.

you sigh, reaching over and removing the glasses for him. he flinches at your touch, but once you remove the glasses and give him a few seconds to adjust to his new sight, you gasp with delight.

“heeseung, you look so good!” you laugh, reaching over and brushing back his hair to reveal more of his features. he blushes and dips his head in slight embarrassment, but you tuck your fingers beneath his chin and raise his head.

he does.

he really does look good.

it’s not that his glasses are ugly. it’s just that he uses them as an excuse to conceal his best feature — his eyes.

when you had called his eyes pretty earlier, you had really meant it. heeseung’s eyes are unlike anything you’ve ever seen — just when you thought you found cat-like eyes the most attractive, there is something ridiculously enchanting about his round, bambi eyes. they sparkle. they glint like hidden glitter beneath light.

“i-i look stupid.” heeseung lowers his head again and bites his bottom lip. “i-i can’t see.”

“well, i can see and i think you look great.” you scoff, gently whacking his head.

“you’re just being nice.”

“i’m not.” you say adamantly. “haven’t you met me? dude, i’m literally the biggest bitch in the school; i have no reason to be nice. i’m serious, heeseung, you look great. you should try to invest in some contact lenses or something. your eyes are so pretty.”

“y-you think?”

“for sure.”

he pauses. “th-thank you so much,” he mutters, finally succumbing to your compliments. you chuckle at his reaction, handing his glasses back.

“anyway, it’s getting late.” you sigh, glancing at your phone. “i should probably go home soon.”

heeseung slips his glasses back onto his face with ease, brushing his hair back so that they cascade down his forehead. “a-ah, i’ll drive you home!”

“it’s okay,” you shake your head. “taehyun’s picking me up.”

heeseung’s eyes widen slightly in realisation before he casts his gaze to the side.

“oh.” his shoulders slump. “right. taehyun.”

.

.

.

taehyun announces his arrival with a simple text message: ‘come out’, you read on your screen, before tucking it away inside your pocket.

“he’s here,” you bounce off heeseung’s couch, lifting yourself to your feet as you stretch your body.

“ah,” heeseung follows suit, shutting off the game console. “i’ll walk you to the door.”

you stifle a laugh, wondering what the need was for him to accompany you with just a few steps. however, you’ve surprisingly enjoyed his company a lot — taehyun had expectedly arrived much later than he’d promised, allowing heeseung to show you how to play super smash bros on the nintendo switch.

you’ve never really been the type to care much about video games, and yet heeseung had been incredibly patient in teaching you. he’s too nice for his own good, which you know because he was obviously pretending to fumble at a game you know he’s obviously very experienced in, and even let you win most games.

“hey, thanks for having me over,” you smile, slipping your handbag through your arm while your feet sink into your shoes. “maybe next time, i’ll get to meet your best friend.”

heeseung slowly bats his eyelashes in another confused expression.

“your mom?” you scoff with a short laugh, earning an instant smile from the boy.

“o-of course.” he cutely grins, “i bet she’d like you.”

“probably not,” you fasten your shoes around the back of your heels. “i’m not very parent-friendly.” you don’t think you can clearly recall the last time you had met a friend’s parents — other than taehyun and ryujin, you don’t often go to other people’s houses; you very much prefer existing in your own space.

“d-do you want me to walk you to the car?”

“nah, it’s okay.” you wink at him. “taehyun’ll probably flip shit if he finds out my friend”—you do little air-bunnies with your fingers—“is actually you.”

you’re not exactly dating taehyun (yuck, god forbid you’re ever tied down to another person), but you know the guy too well to not anticipate every toxic behaviour he has under his belt. you? hang out with another guy? taehyun would rage. it’s not really that you’re attempting to tiptoe around the guy — he just didn’t ask who you were hanging out with, so you didn’t really care to tell him.

heeseung’s eyes flicker toward the ground. “i-i see.” his head bobs gently. “well… safe trip home.”

while you’re ready to leave, you notice your hand merely hovers over his door knob. sensing your own hesitation, you turn around and glance at heeseung.

“i feel like i’m missing something.” you tell him, squinting.

“nope.” heeseung shakes his head furiously. “i made sure all your belongings were put back into your handbag.”

you stifle a laugh. “gee, thanks.”

“b-by the way…” heeseung awkwardly rubs the back of his neck. “um… y-you didn’t tell anybody about the letter, right?”

of course, the letter — the very reason you’re here in the first place. the one heeseung had written to you in a desperate plight to get a girl. to get ryujin. oh god, the thought of heeseung and ryujin makes you want to shudder.

“no, why?”

he flashes you a relieved smile. “i-i don’t know, i just thought… nevermind.”

“what is it?” you frown, facing him completely. “just tell me.”

“i just… thought maybe you and your friends would make fun of me for it. taehyun… doesn’t seem to really like me. i-it’s okay if you don’t want to help if you’re… embarrassed.”

that’s when your smile falters.

embarrassed?

why would you be embarrassed?

‘nah, it’s okay.’ you wink at him. ‘taehyun’ll probably flip shit if he finds out my friend’—you do little air-bunnies with your fingers—‘is actually you.’

“oh my god,” you quickly shake your head, recalling your earlier words. “heeseung, i didn’t mean you as in you,” you say, horrified by the implication, “i just meant like, since you’re a guy and all. he just gets jealous easily. don’t worry about it, heeseung. you’re not embarrassing; i’m not embarrassed. i had fun today. i really did.”

“you did?” heeseung’s face lights up. “so did i!”

“cool,” you say. “then we’re on the same page. see you at school, yeah?”

he blushes. “y-yeah, see you at school.”

if there’s any method through which students at your school like to segregate by social hierarchy, it’s the seating in the dining hall. you’re obviously at the cool table, though really that means you’re surrounded by a bunch of pricks. most of them, like taehyun, belong to the school’s athletic teams. you’re the exception, though, because you don’t really indulge in any extracurriculars.

“dude, lunch today tastes like literal ass.” jongseong groans, ungratefully stabbing his fork into his food.

“oh yeah, you’d know exactly what ass tastes like, wouldn’t you?” yeonjun snickers, earning him a quick smack from the former.

“shut the fuck up and get a girlfriend.” jongseong sneers. “the only ass you’re getting is what you see in your reflection.”

“weak comeback, dude. try again.” yeonjun snorts, though jongseong retorts by tossing various colourful insults in the air.

amidst the bickering between the two, you feel a slight nudge against your arm. toward your right, you face ryujin, who innocently bats her eyelashes at you.

“eat my veggies, please.” she smiles, shoving her food tray toward you. you scowl at her request, lifting your palm in a threat to hit her.

“get lost.”

she pouts. “but… you’re my trash can. you’re supposed to eat what i can’t finish.”

scoffing, you prop your elbow on the table and allow your cheek to sink into your palm. “bro, you’re giving me a headache, shut the hell up.”

“jeez, what’s with you? are you tired or something?”

“leave me alone.”

“oh, right.” ryujin straightens in her seat, eagerly clutching onto your arm. “are you mad at me ‘cause i ditched you yesterday? you had detention! what was i supposed to do? wait for you?”

she’s so loud. ryujin is just so damn loud.

“speaking of, how was detention? did that four-eyed dweeb try to talk to you or something?”

your lips instantly sink into a frown at her mention of heeseung.

“wait, what? you had detention yesterday?” taehyun kicks your leg from under the table. he’s seated right across from you, so you snap your head up and glare at him.

“yeah, she did.” ryujin snorts, humoured by what she considers an ill situation. “but worse, she had it with the headmaster's little minion. you know, lee heeseung.”

“oh, heeseung?" taehyun snickers, causing your fists to ball up beside you. “that dude? bro, i swear that guy is a new breed of human. probably virgin as fuck.”

heeseung was right.

he was so fucking right.

‘i just thought maybe you and your friends would make fun of me for it.’

maybe he knows your friends better than you do.

taehyun and ryujin’s comments only begin to pile, while input from the entire table begins to flood in.

“wait, who even is that?”

“i don’t know. some irrelevant dude, i guess.”

your nails pierce the skin of your palms.

“wait, heeseung? lee heeseung? bro, that guy literally does all my homework.”

“oh god, poor him.”

“are you kidding me? guys like that are so good. you can literally just push them around and make them do whatever you want—”

“shut the fuck up!” you snap, suddenly rising to your feet. your friends jump in surprise, though you quickly snatch your handbag and scoff at them before storming off. “you guys are a bunch of loud-mouthed morons. fucking losers.”

.

.

.

exactly twenty-four hours ago, you and heeseung had been standing at the school’s entrance, basking in the warmth of the afternoon sunset. you had truthfully been admiring heeseung’s rather pretty features, while he had been staring at something he also considered pretty.

and now here you are — home, lying on your bed, in which the only sunset you have is the ceiling light you’re staring up at.

heeseung’s words echo in your mind.

you didn’t tell anybody about the letter, right?

you didn’t.

but perhaps you should mention that ryujin knows about it.

upon recalling everything your friends had spoken about heeseung, you find your lips sink into a frown. guilt pricks your heart torturously, even though you know you hadn’t participated in their bullying. you’ve never loved your friends, but something about identifying yourself with them knowing how horrible they are feels equally as terrible.

like some sort of divine timing, you feel a buzz in your pocket. you quickly fish your phone out of your skirt’s pocket before realising it’s a text from heeseung.

an image.

he’s sent you an image.

it’s a picture of today’s sunset.

‘so pretty and warm, right?’ he writes. ‘kinda reminded me of you.’

pretty.

warm.

reminded him of you.

you feel your lips twitch into a smile.

it’s ironic, because most people seem to think you’re quite a cold person. most people don’t compare you to the warmth of an afternoon sunset; most people don’t walk you to the door even if it’s just a few footsteps; most people don’t pretend to lose at video games just to make you happy.

yet here heeseung is, showing you that he is a lot nicer than most people you know.

see?

50% of the things he says don’t sound quite as dumb anymore.

it’s working.

‘thanks.’ you text back. ‘by the way...’

you think of what your friends had said about him.

you know what? fuck them.

fuck.

them.

‘i'm going to show you how to date. for real. you can get any girl you want and all the guys are going to fucking hate you.’

you watch as the text bubble from heeseung begins to appear.

and then it disappears.

and then another text appears.

‘okay, miss sunset! ^_^’

you smile.

how.

fucking.

precious.

//

to be continued.

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a/n: HALLOOOO welcome to triage chap 2 and thank u sm for readinggg :>> hope it was okay! i realise by tumblr standards that my chapters r hella long so i actually applaud you for reading this entire thing 😭 ill try make chapters a lil shorter ;-; but!!!! thank you so much for tuning in!!!! hope u enjoyed this chapter ehehe <3 actually, before i moved schools i used to feel like the loser people used to snicker at so it kinda made me feel sad for heeseung in this chapter,,, ltrly forced me to relive the fact that i used to eat lunch in the toilets bc i was scared for people to see me have no friends lmfaoo 😭 but uh a mega glow-up for hee is coming up guys... 👀 fuck taehyun! fuck ryujin! fuck all of y/n’s dumb ass friends! anyway thank u sm for reading !! pls do share ur love & support via liking + reblogging if u can <333

[jobone123]

Any were back WHEN I HEARD THE RUMOR some buildings downtown made a personal attack on me Jason vs the house BY SACRIFICING A FOOD PROCESS BABY Vs fell sick due to clearance of YOU HAD THE BEST SON N U KILLED THE WRONG BOY

Was there a blonde building sacrificing of Jasons Vs BLACK PEOPLE ARE ACCIDENTS the only last reason they follow me is because virginity A JOKE AGAINST WHITES did brown eye crackers have their own building sacrificing a food process boy

Most important why didn’t you eat!

Was this a fake fort idea at towards my success

Why isn’t all downtown made like Jason Vs The girls of irack WERE TECHNICALLY JASON

Why does downtown have so much room for accidents

Underwear?

It maybe in the schooling Vs every building had a Jason fan parent WE FUCK UP THE GAME when it came down to WHITE PEOPLE DROPOUTS Vs everygirl had a baby Vs your son in their sleep n overtime THESE FANATICS OF FAKE FORT VS REAL FORTS would kill there family COVER UP did whites put blacks up to this BECAUSE BLONDE GEM PORN we can’t ignore the fact that all the boys downtown were eventually castrated IGNORES THE OBVIOUS BULLSHIT ATTACK ON MY HOUSE Vs Jasons sunrise network WAS THIS AN INSIDE JOB AUTHORIZED BY THE SUNRISE HOUSE

Most importantly why does www hate boys add why is my whole downtown career about a black persons virginity ADD GREAT BLIND DATE PICK UP LINE gets her pussy wet EXPERIENCE

I’m thirty was their a second attack on me vs the house WHY IS DOWNTOWN DEEMED AN ACCIDENT why don’t black People where underwear WHERE IS MY EVIDENCE

Was it all about porn

Too many haters of Jason fear the house YOU DONT DO THAT TO PEOPLE

Why is there so many extra buildings downtown

Why did downtown give up on the transgender process AND GIVE HER ALL THE POWER

It’s was a weapon for the SON I will next you GIRL with my transgender brother AN OFFSET TO HER JOBLESS ENTITLEMENT I have a pussy SQUID PRO CO

Black People opinions don’t matter

I was born blonde

Why was it a black Jason building when the subject was blonde gem porn TO GIVE BLONDE GEM ALL THE POWER OVER BROWN GEM Vs why wasn’t it a blonde Jason building food process sacrificing AKA CUT OUT EYES TOURS add why was it a threat to stop the creation of blonde gem female s BECAUSE A BLACK MAN HATED BLONDE WHITE BOYS RACISM Vs it was a threat to my son black prisoner aka blind dogs Theory ADD BLIND SIDED BY T V

It was an accident to kill the wrong son vs her walls EX. STOPPED THE ENERGY PROCESS OF A BOY TO TRANSFER GENDER right vs wrong process

All of downtown boys should be Jason vs girls of irack ALL IN TOGETHER

Where was he schooled vs veil

This sounds like a set up from a fake fort ATTACK ON JASON N NOT THE HOUSE racism downtown apartment was about apartment houses

Most importantly was the whole building or buildings MY PERFECT PROCESS or did drop outs AGAIN INFECT GIRLS MINDS Jason process WITH A SICK SLEEPING BABY Vs your son couldn’t know a computer baby IS THIS ANOTHER ATTACK FROM BLACK MAN ON A WHITE SLEEPING BABY aka it was me IAM JASON

Does downtown have too much buildings to just throw away bodies of boys but steal their wives AT WHAT COST DOES A BUILDING FULL OF WOMEN GO FOR $

MOST IMPORTANTLY AFTER I BUILT THE SUNRISE NETWORK NOW IM A ACCIDENT BEING FOLLOWED BY AN INKED WALL DEAD BLACK GIRL army of black men

We will take this as downtown is an accident jealous cowards underwhere a failed BUISNESS plan vs fake fort attempt to make me work sixteen extra years over land because a boat Theory Vs Free trips to an island DID CUBA KNOW what happened to jersey

Correction kill rumor time ATTENTION #mass IT WASNT A UNDERWEAR it was a drink #accident I GOT YOUR BACK SAID BLONDE GEM HOUSE TO BLACK DOWNTOWN go ahead n ruin Jasons career we have fake forts WITH MORE POOR PEOPLE FANS for the win

Was it the trade war

We can blame the Chinese or Italians but never the Spanish WAS THE SACRIFICE D FOOD PROCESS JASON BABIES Spanish WERE THEY ALL CASTRATED BEFORE

Seems as if another YOU DONT DO THAT TO PEOPLE BLACK LIES MATTER MOVEMENT aka welfare scheme FROM A BLONDE FAMILY TO SABOTAGE MY SUNRISE NETWORK by helping black People make this FOOD PROCESS JASON SACRIFICING for old sixteen year old blonde women when the house is done FUCKING THEM

Now it was a distraction because the accident was killing the wrong son ALA THAT BASTARD GOT AWAY WITH IT but will never HER WALLS

Don’t bother me with failed attempts at my ACCIDENTAL SUCCESS after all my nasa murders HAVE SACRIFICED AT LEAST TWO TO THREE TIMES that example building WHERES MY EVIDENCE

Is Jon or mic telling you this I GOT YOUR BACK THEORY why didn’t trump towers do the same but Steve Hilton did but wyn didn’t either SHE DIDNT EITHER

Not my first mass murder

You know Miami castrated twice as many boys as Boston

Can I move to have a blonde family WHEN WE GET DONE WITH THIS BULLSHIT NIGGER IDEOLOGY welfare game AKA I WAS BORN BLONDE here crackers 1 trillion dollars but half goes to black gem

Most importantly you killed the wrong son for an example downtown to be a house bastard aka he didn’t have a sister THEORY THAT SWEAPT EVERY INMATE BOY DOWNTOWN TO DEEM ME AN ACCIDENT Vs you gave her all the power by not saving this building for PROPER N RIGHT ENERGY OF A MALE TO COMPLETE THE TRANSGENDER FORMATION why you failed at impregnated the transgender male your transferred NOT ENOUGH ENERGY yikes n whoops CLEARANCE clearance EXCUSES excuses

You wonder why I hate blacks for killing my family THEN YOU WONDER WHY THEY WOULD MAKE A BUILDING OF SCARIFIED FOOD PROCESS BOYS n not eat ADD LETS ALL FORGET they suffered almost no pain SIXTEEN YEARS OF BLISS TO THAT ONE TRAGIC MOMENT can we kill all the queen satogates from the sarogates

Now if these scarified babies food process were all black BLAME BLONDE RUNNER better yet blame red head runner BUT DONT BLAME BRUNETTE RUNNER!

Black mic drop 🎤 Vs white mic drop 🎙

Does black dick matter more then white dick SPOILED BEEF Vs Milk

Ok we’re done

You people make me sick to think this attack came from my fort base

Can I get a red head family when this is done I WAS BORN BRUNETTE

I was born French ish

I’m from Ireland

Does anyone else notice THEY CASTRATED EVERY BOY DOWNTOWN INCLUDING THE JASON FOOD PROCESSING BUILDING vs the drop out building s attack on my sunrise DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THISE 8 bedroom houses aka work release from buildings Jason accidents

For underwear or porn WHY WERE ALL THESE KIDS BORN N LIVED blind n dead DID YOU TELL THE BASTARD

How did the son learn of me

Did he know WHITE Jason was a church n not a real runner IRAN MORE TECHNICALLY HES A FAKE GEM anyways

We’re done

Sixteen years bs thirty years add one more generation YOUR SYSTEM PORN CASTRATION IS PARTICULARLY BIRTHRIGHT one plane Vs international porn site was a number s possessen SPECIAL COUNSEL VS SPECIAL INTEREST I’m international FAKE FORT TECHNICALLY IS LOST dEads secret Private family NEVER LEFT PRISON the boys didn’t suffer as much as bae did WHOOPS

Did the house do the same WE KNOW FAKE FORT SUNRISE WILL CLAIM YES poor mother lost two to three sons because of a sunrise competition NO WOMAN TREATED WORSE like black woMAN throwing white dicks away FICTIONAL THEORY picture a black man throwing white girls away

Swoh that’s a lot

After all it was a failed attempt vs someone to blame OTHER THEN BLACK PEOPLE JERKING OFF TO Blonde GEM PORN now picture it a little black girl CARAMA BITCHES for the attack on me JAYSIN VS JAYSON gov vs street name

Why doesn’t brown eye crackers give all the blacks to blonde gems

#shoutsouts Colorado YOUR INVOLVED threw in the church for free Vs a whole building for me NOT MY FIRST MASS MURDER sixteen years n nasa getting better at this RUMOR HAS OT COLORADO ONE IS LAND LOCK COLORADO TWO IS ISLAND Vs car theory DOES WYOMING DOWNTOWN HAVE THE SAME MAP where is Michigan really DO YOU THINK FLORIDA IS AN ACCIDENT TOO ice downtown said agriculture vs patches of grass are grown inside a building Vs making a food process boy accident against Jason n not against the orange fruit network MAKE AMERICA GRAPES AGAIN since you were throwing out them boys anyways WHY NOT GIVE THEM A PURPOSE to ruin successful Jasons career vs dEads most successful failed sons

We can only honor the of age appropriate sacrifices that suffered n we’re eligible vs my process CLEARED ENOUGH vs food process Jasons that we’re sacrificed Vs it was almost like a bullet ALA THEY DIDNT LOOSE AN ENTIRE FAMILY OF SUNRISE they never left or knew what sunrise was DID THEY THINK SUN Vs satellite through the light outside the window CANT SACRIFICE A BUILDING OF FOOD THROWN AWAY for I shit out your entire family to make a point TURD vs cows n chicken s MILK Vs you could of just used one drop of jizz in her WE GOT THE POINT didn’t need to sacrifice an entire baby in her vagina WHY DOES WWW hate to suck women clits UNDERWHERE DOWNTOWN Is an ACCIDENT I think the mask were for drain that swamp Vs that black building smells like a dead body WHY DID THE CHINESE INVENT THE MASK

Ok we’re done

[jaehwanornothing]

My Final Top 11

Wooo this shit show is almost over! This season was way more stressful than the first and if the rumors of a season 3 is true I might explode. But anyways here’s my Final Top 11, I tried to be as realistic as possible. This was extremely hard because at this point I want all 20 plus some that already have been eliminated in the top 11. Let’s begin!~

1. Park Jihoon

Center, ???, in charge of cringy aegyo. I don’t like Jihoon because of his his aeygo, no, I like him because of the shame you see entering his eyes everytime he does it. Anyways, no matter how I think of it, it just makes sense to have Jihoon as center. He has the idol look and he’s stable in the ranks, not going any lower than 3rd place, so him going back to 1st isn’t a hard reach. I just can’t see him in any other position solely because I don’t really know where else I could put him. Is he a singer? A rapper? Is he just a good dancer? I don’t know. But I do know he’s gonna make it in this group and I think I’ll be satisfied with him as center. 

 2. Kim Jonghyun 

 Leader, sub rapper. I was so close to being selfish and making him my personal center pick. We all know he’s going to make it and he’s gonna be leader and then get 5 seconds in every song because he’s selfless to a fault. No matter who else makes it in the top 11, I think all the boys collectively know that he’s gonna be leader no matter what. Jondhyun has a lot of individual fans with becoming ‘Nation’s Leader’ so I think in the end he’ll rank pretty high. If not 2nd I’ll say nothing below 5th. 

 3. Kang Daniel 

 Lead Dancer, Lead rapper? Sub vocalist. An all rounder, can do anything. He’s almost like Yoojung, won everyone over since day one with their charms. Also they’re both originally rappers but haven’t showcased their raps in the show. I don’t know about any of you but i just want to hear him rap again. I think Daniel is definitely going to stay high in the ranks at the end. He’s a fan favorite for sure, so I don’t see him dropping out of the top 11 or even out of the top 5. 

 4. Lee Daehwi 

 Lead vocalist. His rank has been all over the place but he’s never once fell out of the top 11. I think he’s got a good, quiet following of fans. I can see him ranking high again in the final episode. He’s a good dancer, good vocalist, and just all around talented. Very captivating to watch on stage too. Our Fairy Daehwi must make it! 

5. Park Woojin 

Main Rapper, Lead dancer. I want him to make it, you want him to make it, my cat wants him to make it, MNET suddenly wants him to make it. He’s gonna be in the top 11. Perfect example of hard work pays off. Not to say that the other boys don’t work hard but woojin really came up out of no where, and stole everyone ones hearts. His stage presence is no joke man but off stage he’s soft and shy. I just love woojin okay? He’s gonna make it you can’t tell me he won’t. 

 6. Lai Guanlin 

Lead rapper. 2nd place curse is real. But him ranking 20 would have still been just as shocking had they kept it top 22. But anyways, it’s no secret that this kid has almost a cult following, he’s gonna be back in the top 11 and debut. He’s really improved and you can’t say he hasn’t. His rapping improved and his dancing is still a little stiff but much better than before. Just watch the Never 2x dance. I don’t think it’ll be like Sohye if he debuts with this group. She was still lacking a lot even at the end of the show. I think Guanlin picks things up a little faster. 

 7. Ong Seungwoo 

Main Dancer, Leader vocalist. Lucky number 7! I don’t know why it since the very beginning, I’ve been associating the number 7 with Ong. Even though the first and only time he’s ranked 7 was in episode 8. It’s weird but I’m superstitious so I must mean something (or nothing). Seungwoo has such a good voice, not main vocal Material but it’s just so… refreshing to listen to? I made him main dancer because K fans literally got rid of all of our dancers but it’s okay I’m not bitter (I am). He’s one of the people who I just never imagined the group without. His rank has been consistent throughout this whole season. So him dropping out of the top 11, I don’t see it happening. 

8. Kim Jaehwan 

Main vocalist. Jaehwan or Nothing! We need a main vocal. Jaehwan is that Main vocal. Just go on YouTube and look him up okay? He’s voice is golden and he can make it fit any concept. A vocal chameleon. They gave him the Yeonjung edit a lot this season so I have no doubt that they’ll give him that edit again in the last episode to give him that little push to make him rise back into the top 11. Listen don’t fail me k-fans, I need this. I need him in this group.

 9. Yoon Jisung 

Vocalist. I’m rooting for him so hard. I never got the hate he got for rising to the top 3 because he sang in his intro video. Haters could have just taken less than 2 minutes to look that up and see he indeed isn’t just some funny guy. He has talent and he’s just a genuine person. Him being a 'meme’ isn’t like an act, it’s just who he is. Though out of everyone on my list so far, I will say I’m not confident he will actually make it to the top 11. I would love to see him make it though, he deserves it. 

10. Hwang Minhyun

Lead Vocalist. If I thought it was realistic for the 4 Nuest boys to make it into the top 11. I would have just put them all in here. But I don’t see that happening. Minhyun came into this show with a stronger individual following than the other Nuest boys it seems. He also, despite not getting as much screen time as his other members, has kept a consistent ranking in the top 11. CEO Hwang won’t be let down in the end. 

11. Kim Samuel

Main dancer, vocalist, sub rapper. Oh man, Oh my God! I’m not gonna lie, I lost hope for little Sammy. But him being back in the top 11 in episode 10 brought back some of that hope. He’s another all rounder, so I don’t see why he dropped in the first place. Because he doesn’t seem as popular in Korea as he is internationally, I see him barely making it at 11th place seems fitting. He’s still young but he’s already been cheated so much out of a good debut. So I hope he’ll make it. 

 So this turned out to be more like a Top 11 prediction but whatever I still stand by all these boys no matter what. 

12. Kang Dongho/Ha Sungwoon/Bae Jinyoung 

12th place is probably the one rank that none of these boys want. It’s that rank, that’s leaves them with regrets cause they almost made it. I can see either of these 3 boys making it at 12. Dongho has gained some of his own individual fans so I see how he’s made it up on the top 11 but I don’t see more than two members of Nuest making it. Sungwoon got his well deserved attention and made it to 3rd but I don’t know how. Who was he paired with that he ranked so high without benefit. Logically the two pick voting shouldn’t have made his rank that high, it just doesn’t make sense. I’m not hurt by it though because he’s a talent that’s been slept on for far too long even by me. With Bae Jinyoung, I think he could possibly make it into the top 11 in the end but if he doesn’t it’s gonna be close. He’s been teetering on the top 11 line for while until the two pick happened and he made it back in there (help from his own fans and jihoon’s fans). Not to say I don’t have faith in BaeJin’s individual fans but we’ll see.

Seonho, if he makes it into the top 11 I can’t say I’ll be surprised or disappointed. I love this clingy child.

Minki, again if I could put all the members of Nuest into the top 11 I would. Of all the members though, I really thought he would have been the first to make it into the top 11 just due to him being the most well know in Nuest. I guess lack of screen time can make even the brightest stars disappear

Sewoon, he’s always so close and he seems really popular for k-fans but he’s never made it to the top 11. I think he’s another vocal the main group would need but I don’t see him making the cut

Haknyeon, I don’t like him, I’m not gonna sit here and pretend like I do like him I did with Chaeyeon in ioi. But just like with that situation if he makes it into the final 11 I’m still gonna stan ot11 (unless Jaehwan isn’t in it, jaehwanornothing!!) he’s still human and he’s a kid so he has some growing up to do. Needs to mature and become a little more humble. 

Hyunseob, oh my poor sweet child. This show killed his soul, let him be free and go back to the Yuehua boys and debut them.

Youngmin, Im calling myself out cause i forgot to put him in when I first posted this. I’m the fakest of fake fans. I’m not worthy to even speak his name. Despite me forgetting his entire existence, I do really like Youngmin. He’s got the idol look and voice, he’d fit in easily into the top 11. Had it not been for those ‘scandals’ (and i use that term loosely) he probably would have been higher up in the rankings and I think it will affect his final rank in the end too. 

Let me know your thoughts on this, if you agree or disagree, or tell me your personal top 11 pick/predictions 

[news-mashable-yahoopartner-blog]

In defense of ghosting: It's nothing personal

Ghosting is everywhere, and dating apps are desperate to put an end to this disappearing act. But ghosting doesn't need a solution — it is the solution.

If you didn’t already know before plunging into the deep, dark depths that is online dating, you certainly learned quickly thereafter: dating is a numbers game. And when you’re messaging with what turns out to be your third lamest match of the day, ghosting becomes a necessary tool to manage the exhaustion that is mining through the hundreds of (probably boring) people at your fingertips.

For the record: This isn’t the nicest way of looking at people. But neither is the meat-market display of the swiping mechanism employed by the most popular apps. It is, as they say, what it is. If you’re going to partake, this objectification is an inherent and unavoidable aspect of dating app culture.

SEE ALSO: We're so tired of dating apps but we just can't quit them

There are a literal million reasons why a match can flop. You can chalk most failed conversations up to lack of spark — you either have a connection or you don’t. Not everyone wants to partake in games of witty one-upmanship (*raises hand*) or blatant innuendo (*puts hand down*). You might just be on completely different pages right off the bat. 

Some people are lazy swipers. They’ll casually swipe right before really analyzing your profile only to later discover — oh, wait — they actually really hate people with cats and ew that’s a cat in your last picture and they missed it the first time. It happens. 

Other people are coming off their last breakup sore and just looking for the validation, comfort and ego boost that newcomers tend to feel from the matching experience — they were never there to meet up anyway. 

See: a literal million reasons. 

So when someone doesn’t chat you back, the rejection isn’t necessarily personal. It’s cheesy but it’s true: It’s not you, it’s them. You’re not a fit, and that’s okay. 

Ghosting isn’t unique to the online world. We’ve done it countless times in person, it just doesn’t seem as pointed. “If you were at a party full of single people and chatted briefly to someone before pausing to chat to another, and then turned back to discover the first person had disappeared, you probably wouldn't think too much of it — after all, it's a big party and you're all there to mingle,” a 45-year-old single writer who uses a combination of Tinder, Happn and Bumble told me. 

Speaking briefly with someone in person does not imply an investment, and neither does an online greeting. You haven’t met, you can barely remember this person’s name without going back to check their profile, and you’ve made no promises or commitments. 

As a 32-year-old single software developer said, “I think that's why people feel okay ghosting. ‘I hardly know this person. Do I really have to go through the exercise of telling them why I'm not interested?’” And that’s the main issue: formally cutting off every conversation you might have with a stranger online would be exhausting. 

Even as someone who only casually flips through dating apps, I have 200+ matches that I do not speak with, either ever or any longer. Some I stopped replying to, some stopped replying to me. That’s online dating.

SEE ALSO: The internet baes who 'breadcrumb' you and never meet you in person

“I have so many conversations going on at the same time that don't result in actual dates that I can't actually reject all of them. So I ghost,” a 29-year-old investment professional told me. “I don't think the person really devoted any resources to chat me along with other multiple people at the same time online.”

Ghosting is easy. Sitting down to explain why you aren’t interested in continuing a conversation with someone you barely know is not. 

And what good would come of it anyway? As much as some people might feel like understanding why the other person disappeared would be helpful, there are too many variables. 

Even with the best intentions, some criticism might read as offensive. Or they might just not know what the hell they’re talking about. (They don’t actually know anything about you, after all.)  Or it might be one of those incredibly personal literal million reasons that would have no impact on your future involvements. 

As the 29-year-old investment professional put it, “How would the other person possibly benefit by an internet stranger saying he or she doesn't wanna meet up because ‘I find you boring.’” The 45-year-old writer said something similar: “If I hardly know a person, I think I have little right to judge their behavior. It'd be massively egotistical of me to judge them after so little interaction.”

Online dating moves quickly. One day you’re all about one or two threads of interaction, and the next it’s an entirely different set of people. It’s just not feasible for every match to answer your requests for feedback. 

“I think it's slightly unrealistic to expect people to pour their hearts out to you when you hardly know them,” the 45-year-old writer said. “The problem is that one person might just not be into it (call it chemistry, call it feeling, call it vibe, whatever) while the other person is projecting all sorts of stuff on the other person and building up the proto-relationship in their mind.”

The only effort we can reasonably expect from a match is to take a stab at an honest-to-goodness conversation. If it doesn’t pass the initial chemistry test, anything else is unnecessary.

There are, of course, scenarios where ghosting is bad. If you’ve been dating someone — even casually — for a chunk of time, for instance. But when you’re just chatting, gauging who the hell this person even is? When you haven’t even committed to a first date? It’s not rude — it’s just part of the process. It’s “expected,” as the 29-year-old said.

Dating apps like The League and others are rushing to try to "solve" the problem of ghosting. They’re offering features like read receipts or expiring messages that feel more like shaming. Those “features,” along with other attempts to engineer social interactions between matches (like limiting how many people you see, especially with The League’s penalization of people who dip into any kind of inactivity) are manipulating your behaviors by controlling your experience.

SEE ALSO: The best dating apps to get you laid

So why are these apps even bothering? Ghosting is always going to be a part of online dating, as long as it’s a numbers game. But neither of those things are inherently bad. Dating apps, as abhorrent as they can be, are at least convenient and manageable. You can gauge a potential match from a safe and fairly anonymous distance, and you can decide when to pull the plug without the risk of them continuing to have unfettered access to you. 

The fact that online dating is on your terms is one of the few things it has going for it. The best feature these apps introduced was making communication gated rather than leaving it open to a wild west world of negging and sexually-charged commentary. That’s done. But there’s certainly still room for features that would minimize the need for ghosting.

The most cumbersome part of all this is swiping through the piles of profiles — some of which are joke accounts or spam — to get to someone you could see yourself liking. Anything that would help that experience — vague and magical algorithms, for instance — would be more effective than these features that feel like yet another opportunity for a cash grab (with paid-for member accounts nabbing extra flexibility) rather than a service to the user. 

If, one day, apps were able to accurately detect and record your most personal-interest swiping habits to better predict who you would like — as in, be an actual matchmaker — we’d probably spend less time swiping and ghosting in favor of more time actually dating. 

SEE ALSO: Hater, the app that lets you find love based on what you hate

Most of the current algorithmic qualifiers don’t have much of a bearing on what kinds of people — personality, look, style, character — you’re looking at. Tinder’s voting-as-ranking system, based on what we know about it, seems far too much like a Black Mirror Season 3, episode 1 popularity contest than a personalized matching system. 

For now, we’re left with an imperfect system. There’s plenty about the culture of online dating that would deter any number of people. Ghosting, I would argue, is one of the less offensive ones — a tool of efficiency rather than rejection. But it’s up to you to decide if it’s worth the hassle.

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[regulusstarz]

(written by me, on the way to school.)

Jeremy king: He's a pessimistic downer, who constantly talks about how miserable himself and the world is. He's also usually described as "mopey" or a "defeatist". He sighs and even says "sigh" out loud a lot. Hes a major pushover, so you'll get him to do mostly anything (if it doesn't have to do with germs) you want and he doesn't really have the energy to complain or say no for very long. Jeremy canonically suffers from insomnia, causing him to accidentally fall asleep and take naps in places he should (out in the courtyard of the school, in class, etc.). He has germaphobia, to the point he wouldn't even let his girlfriend touch him unless she washed her hands two times infront of his eyes, and it would take until college to get him to give you a kiss (even then it's only under the shower for probably a long while). He dislikes overly sweet people because he feels guilty over being an asshole and he hates the hobby shop he works at, which is also owned by his parents.

Pran taylor: Pran is a stubborn asshole who doesn't do anything that is asked of him. His usual replies are either "no" or "i don't care". Though he is somewhat open to physical touch when you get closer to him, and he gets more sociable when he becomes an adult. He thinks everyone in the world is horrible, even himself. The only person he actually likes is Jeremy. Pran has incredibly low self-esteem and openly hates his parents. He doesn't do well at school and sometimes actively breaks the rules, for example: skipping classes and not doing his homework.

Shiloh fields: He's a manipulating little snake, known in the group for lying. Nobody there really takes what he says seriously. Though he acts like he's incredibly happy, social and likes to interact with everyone. He makes good connections, but is a bit of a snitch. He's ready to throw someone else under the bus if it means getting himself out of trouble.

Everett gray: He's incredibly obnoxious and self-centered, not wanting to like whats considered mainstream, to the point he owns a flip phone instead of a normal cellphone. He brags about how people wouldn't know the stuff hes interested in, but does somewhat show his interest in some popular things enough so that he isn't considered weird by people. He's lazy and rarely does homework, much less study for tests. His mood can change harshly randomly, so it's extremely hard to be on the right foot with him. He also has a habit of complaining about everything and anything, and playing things off as not a big deal. He swears a lot, the only time he doesn't is infront of his own mother. He openly talks about how amazing his mother is and how he loves her. He grapples with his low and fluctuating self esteem, occasionally being very confident or not with himself, but he tends to bury these feelings until he has to deal with them later.He is quite popular and has many friends as well as flings throughout the school. People have also called him out for being a pushover and unable to make his own decisions as he almost always relies on his mom or Nate.

Nate lawson: He's an perfectionist and constantly working. He puts a lot of pressure on himself to be perfect and do many after-school activities, and could be seen as a somewhat assistant for teachers. He’s shown to be emotional and prone to breaking into tears if under enough stress or is in unfamiliar situations. He takes school and rules extremely seriously. Nate is extremely competitive and does not engage in any game or competition because of it and belives he is always in the right and refuses to believe otherways. He takes great effort to look after Everett and JB (if you befriend or date him) by ensuring they perform at least the baseline requirements of school like passing a quiz or doing homework.

Bae pyoun: Hes incredibly annoying to other people. He talks down to them, constantly uses petnames for people and treats them like they're children. He see's himself as more mature and "adult-like" than all the other high schoolers. He does have a love for his family and children in general, and is able to handle kids pretty well.

Pran has little information because i love him too much to remember much and need to replay his route. And im Bae's #1 hater so he's getting only basic information.

[wayneooverton]

How to stop sucking at budgeting so you can travel more – part 2

Welcome back, budget-makin’ friends! Or, sorry – maybe we’re not friends yet, because I made you look directly at your money situation and then look at it harder and you hate me now.

I’ll accept this, because you’re a hater on their way to an actual, adult-life budget! (We’ll be friends later) and it’ll help you save money for travel.

How to stop sucking at budgeting so you can travel more – part 1 here

Last time, I walked you through a few steps that changed up the way you think of paying your monthly bills.

If you’ve followed along, that means you’ve identified your bill-paying Bae Day, listed out all of your Bae Bills that we’re now paying every two weeks, and promised yourself you’d take care of your Bae Bills the true BAE way: Before Anything Else.

That feeling when your car note is due but you’re fully ignoring it (Picton, NZ)

There are just two more things to do before you’re on that budget hype. Spoiler alert: I think you’ve already done the hardest parts. Don’t stop now! There’s wine at the end (if it fits in your new budget)!

Before we jump in, one more reminder that I created a Google doc to make these steps hella easier on you. Make yourself a copy and go to town using this link.

Let’s put this puppy to bed, shall we?

Final Two Steps to Build your Budget System: 

Conquer dat budget like this glacier hike conquered my sweat glands (Franz Josef, NZ) 

1. CALCULATE YOUR RATCHETRY FUND

I know, I hear you: “Berna, you’ve made me stare at my boring adult bills for hella long. Where in your system do I get to have, like, actual fun?”

We’re headed there with this step, which tells you how much fun money – that do-whatever-you-want money – your budget gives you. But for those of you who didn’t catch it, let me emphasize: Your budget tells you how much fun money you get; you don’t get to make that number up or improvise it with every paycheck, contrary to Millennial belief.

I call my fun money my Ratchetry Fund, simply because I let myself whatever ratchet things I want with it, whether it’s cashing out in dollar bills and throwing it in the air at Da Club, or eating my weight in Thai food for two weeks. I highly recommend you name this fund whatever makes you most excited to live your best life.

First, remember your Bae Bills – all your monthly bills that you cut in half to pay every two weeks? Add all of those every-two-week bills up. We’re looking for the total dollar amount you will be paying towards your bills every Bae Day.

Once you’ve done that, use this brutally simple formula to see what fun money your current budget allows:

[Your paycheck every two weeks] – [Your total Bae Bills] = Your Fun Money.

So, if you get paid $1000 every two weeks, and your Bae Bills have you paying a total of $800 every two weeks:

$1000 two week paycheck – $800 total Bae Bills = $200 Ratchetry Fund

It’s a simple concept: You get paid every two weeks, you pay all of your Bae Bills first (like you promised!), and whatever is leftover is what you get to have fun with. This Ratchetry Fund is meant to last you two whole weeks – until your next Bae Day, when you get paid again, repeat the bill-paying process and replenish your fun money.

Now, this is where a lot of people get sad, reach for wine, and claim their calculators have been possessed by demons. Stick with me.

You tellin’ me I’m supposed to support my bubble tea addiction on $4 a week?! (Rotorua, NZ)

Your Ratchetry Fund may be tiny. It may seem impossible to last two weeks on that fund. It may even be a negative number, like mine was when I first budgeted.

It does not mean you can’t have a budget – but welcome to another big money-clarity moment.

If you are like I was, trying hard to live a fun life but wondering why you always feel broke and can barely pay your bills? It’s probably because you spent more Ratchetry Money than your budget actually allowed.

You might have been spending as if you had $400 extra dollars to play with, when in budget-reality, after paying all of your bills, you really had $40. Now you’re looking right at the problem – this is what folks mean by “spending beyond your means.”

Yes hello, emergency? This woman is attacking my bank account. (Titirangi, NZ)

This might be the first time you have ever laid out your bills next to your fun-money life, so be nice to yourself, and take a breath. There are ways to fix this, and it means taking a hard look at your bills.

What’s in there that you can cut down? What number can be smaller, if you really tried? Can your rent be cheaper with roommates; can you nix the gym membership and (gasp) take up running?

I want you to remember that you’re in control here – you’re in control of your money, your whole budget, the fun stuff and the serious stuff. So, think honestly about this, remembering that you hold the power:

What are you willing to give up in exchange for having a bit more fun and flexibility in your life?

Budgeting takes balls. … I’ll show myself out (Moeraki, NZ)

2. WRITE OUT SUPER DETAILED INSTRUCTIONS

WOW. Feel that? A little bit of nausea mixed with a little clarity and empowerment, and two scoops of just wanting to lie down? You’re doing it right, and you’re almost there. This last step will automate everything we just talked about so that next time, all you have to do is follow your own steps.

Your last step is to write out exactly what you earn every Bae Day, and exactly what you are going to do with that money. And by exactly, I mean eggs-act-lee. Pretend that you are instructing a total stranger how to treat your Bae Bills on Bae Day, with exact dollar amounts and all.

I’ll show you an example from one of my past-budgets:

Every two weeks, I get paid $1000. When that paycheck hits, here’s what I do Before Anything Else:

Put away $400 for when rent is due.

Log onto Sallie Mae and pay $200 towards my student loans.

Log onto Chase and pay $25 towards my credit card bill.

Log onto the Toyota Thing and pay $125 towards my car loan.

Log onto T-Mobile and pay $50 towards my phone bill.

Put away $5 for when Netflix is due.  

Pay my Savings bill by transferring $100 to my Savings account

AND THEN, AND ONLY THEN…

Transfer $95 to my Ratchetry Fund.

Feel free to use my exact structure and wording, or change it up – whatever feels good for you. Put your instructions at the top of your new Felicia’s Wallet Budget document, where you’ll see it every time you sit down on Bae Dae to pay your bills and get your money right.

Now that you’ve got a full-on walkthrough of exactly what to do every time you get a paycheck, you’ve really done the dirty work. It will feel freakin’ excellent to not have to think too hard when you set time aside to deal with your money.

You’ll be out here budgeting mindlessly like weeeeeeeee (Ubud, Bali)

3. CELEBRATE YO’SELF!

BOOM. You freakin’ did it, magical wizardly money budget slayer of the modern world! Middle-fingers to the haters and all those years of being budget-blind. You are officially out of the “I don’t know jack squat” place.

Pause to love on yourself real quick, because you just took a huge step forward.

Give yourself a few cycles of Bae Days to see how this system feels. It took me at least 3 months and tons of revisions and tweaks to get into a groove that felt right for me. That’s the great thing: This budget is yours now, to customize in whatever way you see fit.

Budgeting is not a thing you do once; it’s a muscle you train over and over until it’s a straight-up habit. But now that you’ve got your whole routine down, all you have to do is flex.

First, we flex our budget muscles. Then, we flex our butt muscles. (Gili Air, ID)

Budgeting and money shouldn’t take up your life – it should support it, decorate it, and remind you that you’re the empowered one, and you’re in charge.

The point of this system is to grind a little so you can make regular budgeting as easy on your future-self as possible, which gives you more freedom and time to do what you want.

Freedom and time, after all, is the realest, most ratchet-tastic kind of wealth.

Have any budgeting tips of your own to help you save money for travel? Share in the comments!

Full breakdown of this process in video form, below!

How to stop sucking at budgeting so you can travel more – part 1 here

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[beautifulmessesofchaos]

Introduction to CHAOS: Just Right Era

(I am 110% Dae came up with the title for this mini album when she saw her new bandmembers, don’t fight me on this, I will win)

Hello Messes! It’s me, the number #1 CHAOS fan (jk we all are the #1 who am I kidding.) A quick pause between the introduction of the members, I will start a new series for each CHAOS Era thus far for both entertainment. For old Messes: let’s read this and think of all the good time when we first met CHAOS and for the new Messes: I hope this helps you understand the fam a little better.

Let’s go!

So, CHAOS debuted on the 7th of July 2020 (just two months after BTS can you imagine the stress we all had.) On that day they also released they’re first (mini) album, Pretty Woman. The album had 7 songs, three music videos and also 7 dance practices (they are called queens of fanservice for a reason.) It’s their first of three mini albums before their first big album and world tour.

Their song As If It’s Your Last got promoted as its lead single and was the first mv and performance CHAOS ever did. The tracks “Rookie” and “Just Right” were also promoted. Let me just say what a risk the band and BigHit took with having three promoted singles but boy did it work. Tbh I really think it helped become CHAOS so popular in such a short time.

However. They also made some... regrettable decisions in their first work on which we will get back soon enough. It’s not as bad as BTS’ first stuff, I don’t think Chae and Ryung would have let that happen, but still a great source for great memes.

Leading up to their debut BigHit the band posted a lot of videos and messages on their twitter and website, as well as that of BigHit itself. They are very cute and I highly recommend you watch them bc especially the maknaes were so tiny. 

Also they released a countdown clock that started on May 22nd and in between that and the actual debut, also a (teaser) trailer for the album. 

In the videos I mentioned before we see the group prepare for their debut and also introducing themselves to us. It is here that we meet the final members of the group and discover they are a 7, not 5, member group, as Pureum and Areum (the two maknaes) were added at the last second. Literally still one of the best decisions ever bc really how is CHAOS without LM and A-. I mean how. Kudos for Papa Bang.

Around that time also the concept photos were released and the track list for the album too. 

With that all said and done, let us now turn to the three music videos which represent actual CHAOS. Let me tell you at first their concept. They were going, and later it turned out this was not CHAOS’ decision but that of BigHit, for a very traditional kpop girl cute concept. 

They had three themes inside this concept and has photoshoots for them. These photoshoots are actually iconic and to this day one of the greatest thing that exist. The themes were classy cute, quirky cute and cuddly cute and just ugh, my babies.

So the As If It’s Your Last music video doesn’t really have that much of a storyline, as does their mv for Rookie. It’s mostly the band being themselves but dressed up and made-up faces in pretty, aesthetically pleasing places. But even though the mv is decent but not all that spectacular, let me just say that these girls did such an amazing job at their debut show bc damn, I think that’s where they hooked and took most of the fans they still have today. Bless them.

Rookie was just an overall gem but I don’t think anybody knew what the heck was going on there. But the mv as much as some of the band members reactions are the best and most memeful thing that happened. Especially Dae and Ryung, or DYU and RY, had a lot of problems with Rookie. Unlike their other songs, this was the only one completely written for them and I think they felt really uncomfortable with the overall very stereotypically girly feel of it. Tbh I think only Pureum and Myung really liked this song, and Dae a little later when she was told they would be flying in space aircrafts. That girl was not meant to be human, who stole this alien. But also Ryungs salt over that entire song is the only thing that keeps me alive sometimes, bless my salty child. 

The mv for Just Right, which is now also the name for that era and also was chosen as fan favourite song of the album, was released about two weeks after Rookie and about a month after their debut. 

And now let us please discuss what the hell these children are doing in that clip because honestly, I don’t even think they know. First of all, Areum in that drawer. If you stop the video as she is wiggling her legs, you can put her in the Titanic scene of “draw me like one of your French girls” and no one would notice. This child honestly. This music fit in very well with their cuddly photoshoots and chestnut haired Areum is one of the best Areums don’t argue with me. It makes her skin even paler and I think I might have a thing for people who look like corpses (looks at Min Yoongi and Park Pureum.) Plus that scene where Areum licks that yoghurt and then does that dance move is just so her: inappropriate and random. 

I am also one hundred percent convinced that Bae Ryung is the only one who can still be cool whilst sitting on a clock rapping. Like the only one. This is science, a simple fact. Even in this cute concept I think we were all quick to notice that Ryung is the only one in that entire group who is actually, none-ironically cool. 

Myung is just goals. I wish I had her as sister or as mother because I think she would be so good at it. Also her vocals are just amazing and she pulls it off to be in such a weird video without it being weird. If a tiny Myung were to walk across my desk I wouldn’t question it. 

And then we have Chae. Chae-ha who is so pretty I don’t know if I want to be her or be with her because literally I’m so confused. BigHit was very, very, very right to make her visual. I know all the girls are really, exceptionally good looking, but tbh Chae is just otherworldly. Also I just love how they gave mother Chae who, sorry Ha-ha, wasn’t that good a dancer back then, the main dancing part. 

I also think the entirety of Dae’s personality can be summed up in this one video. She lays in food, likes weird dances way too much, smiles so brightly her cheeks become too little suns and makes a mess of her sisters room. OMG I FORGOT TO SAY

THE GIRL IN THE JUST RIGHT MV IS DAE’S YOUNGER SISTER, NAYA. THE BEHIND THE SCENES OF THIS MV ARE JUST THE BEST BECAUSE THE BAE SISTERS ARE ICONIC BUT THE YU SISTERS ARE JUST AMAZING. 

Also Naya, who is still a trainee, thanking her sister and the band for letting her in the mv is the cutest thing ever I love this child she did not deserve that band she was put in and tbh I love her even more as solo artist.

But also I love Dae in this mv bc her associations with food but mainly because her of facial expressions during both dance practice and music video because I swear there is something so wrong with her face that is so right.

MOVING ON. I HAVE NOW MADE IT A LIFE GOAL TO GET MY NOSE BOPPED BY PARK PUREUM AS SHE SITS ON A HORSE. Speaking off personalities summed up, that dance she does in the car behind Chae (who looks wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy too good riding that Barbie car) is so her I have been laughing for about 4 years now. 

Little Lea is so cute in this with all her oversized clothes in makes her even tinier. Also the fact she takes away that Barbie doll all sneaky is gay activity and I’m like 500% sure she did to make Dae laugh. This band is so gay Korea wasn’t ready.

But now, the first category. Style.

They kept it very very simple in this and wore a lot of blouses and sweaters (except for the two sleeveless tops Lyung and Dae wore, who do I thank?) They also kept their make-up and accessories to a very minimal. I personally think Myung and Chae played a very big part in this because they had already been idolized once before in this other girl group called “Rookie” (coincidence, I think not) and they knew how to make decisions they didn’t regret. 

Most of the members didn’t even have radical hair colours or even changed their hair colour during the duration of this album and promotion. Only Lyung, Ryung and Dae had hair changes. Lyung already had it short before debut (as had Dae) and had the same colours in As If It’s Your Last and Just Right, but had it a little darker brown in Rookie. Ryung went from silver to a light orange to a pure white between all the mvs and shows. Idk, I just think they felt like changing her hair a lot. Tbh I think the orange looked the best on her. And Dae went from a chestnut brown, to a silvery brown to a very dark brown. The styles of their hair didn’t change much either. 

Only Lyung and Dea kept it shorter and the latter was immediately exposed as having curly hair which was just very cute especially bc she was so young at that time. 

Then the second category: their personalities

This was their first era so we first got to meet CHAOS here and let me just say what babies they still were here. 

Let’s start off with our main unnie Chae-ha.Chae was quite serious in this era, always pushing the girls to do more, do better. But she also showed her insecure side sometimes because she wasn’t a very good dancer back then, but had received a couple of main dancing parts which I think really stressed her out. Also I think she took care of the band in her own very special way by protecting them from potential haters and annoying people. 

There are a couple of videos that really show her protective side and just ugh… can she be my mum. But tbh I really think Chae was under a lot of pressure to take care of this chaos of girls as the oldest and because she had some real kpop experience. 

Myung was very quiet in this era but I think it suited her very well too. Her concept is very cute so she owned in a very natural way. She was also such a responsible sister in this era, helping Chae out so much by getting these girls ready. This is also the era where we see her bond with Ryung very much, who was having a lot of trouble getting adjusted to the attention and lifestyle and I swear their relationship is just goals. 

But Myung is such a sweetie and I honeslty can’t imagine anybody ever being mad or upset at her. She also told the fans that she was so happy to be in a group with people she could finally call friends and feel safe around because I think she felt very out of place during her “Rookie” days. Overall just such a sweet person I can’t. 

Lyung and Dae were the first members of the sunshine squad and really they resemble over excited puppies ever since, because that really hasn’t changed. It is clear immediately that Lyung, stagename: Lea, is a very down to earth person, very different than her sister, and a very supportive person. She is actually also very vocal of how hard the trainee time is and how lucky she is to share it with her sister. 

Also her doing some her old songs with Dae from their “Hyped” days can literally resurrect people. But she is also one of the sole reasons the band worked from the beginning because she had rules and schedules from day one bc tbh I think the band might have fallen apart without her, I mean they are a literal chaos. 

Her sister Ryung is the opposite and also nicknamed the Salt of the group. A lot of people dislike her for being quite negative over the group and the other members and their work but tbh I really just think she wanted to prove to everyone she could be successful and was very hard on herself because she wanted to succeed to desperately. 

In like behind the scenes you might get the wrong impression of her but I assure you that when you watch some of their vlogs and videos of the CHAOS household it will change your mind. She is such a cuddly and soft person really she just has trouble showing it. 

As much as I love BigHit and Mr. Bang for all they have done for both CHAOS and BTS, I really just want to know who the hell came up with the plan to make Dae the leader of the group as she is one of the maknaes. But tbh I think Dae was very brave these first few months because she immediately came out and took all the hate like a pro and also kudos for the other members for supporting her so much. 

But really I just like her humour and especially her cheeks because they are so round and full and she’s just such an overall squishy person. Let me also add that now I am so glad Dae is the leader because she’s doing such a good job at it.

Areum is the oldest of the maknae and can, still, go from being very very deep and mysterious to very very dirty. She’s such a meme honestly and I love her both during the late night videos of her questioning everything and everyone but also as the one who makes so many jokes with Dae about their lengths or about the lengths of the other, shorter, members. 

She is very much a member that if I think Lyung and Chae wouldn’t have been around, she wouldn’t have made it because she really needs structure and clarity and I’m just glad she had five amazing unnies to guide her because I love her so much in this band. 

Baby Pureum, or Little Monster as she is also called, is really the baby of the group. On camera she is a very good dancer, like amazing is an understatement, and makes inappropriate jokes and tries to really fit in with the older unnies, off camera and especially without the other members, she was a very shy and insecure person who really was the youngest member. 

She was our bias is so many things in the beginning I think it was a lot for her to handle, but she did and I’m so proud of her. Also let me just say that if Ryung and Myung were the first ship to sail in this fandom, they are closely, closely, followed by the Pureum and Dae ship because honestly these two are so shippable there were so many rumours they were dating it was unreal.

Category three, memorable moments

- The CHAOS household where there was one golden rule: WHEN IT COMES TO HOUSEHOLDING, YOU LISTEN TO BAE LYUNG.

- Pureum and Dae sharing a bed and the first time Lyung found them in the same bed

- “YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY DID IN THAT BED!”

- Chae cooking for her children

- Myung baking cookies for her children

- Those times where Myung and Dae were stuck in the studio writing and the others waited for them with re-heated dinner in their pyjama’s

- Ryung always near Myung

- Areum and Dae always having a shorter member lean on them when doing anything tbh

- Baby pureum commanding the others to drink and eat enough, literally splashing water in their face when they don’t do it with a plant spray

- “I have thirsty” when she finally needs a sip of water herself

- Dae’s coming out + all the supportive things the members said

- “Is she gay? I mean, maybe you’re gay? Huh, maybe you’re gay and you don’t want anyone to know so you’re asking Dae but we’ve figuring you out. Check and mate.”

- The birth of ryung’s eyerolls

- Chae’s panic face whenever dealing with the girls

And that was that for this era. See you in the next!

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Fantasy Football All-Man Crush team: Terrelle Pryor, Tyreek Hill top list

Tyreek Hill is sure to spread his wings and fly this season. (AP)

For the past several years, the Noise has lived a double-life. By day, I maintain a conventional existence playing the role of husband, father, terrier lover and, on Thursdays, foul-mouthed tequila imbiber. However, come nightfall, I walk a much different line, transforming into a connoisseur of the mantastic.

It’s true, when it comes to fantasy football, I’m admittedly a proud lush. Over the years, my fantasy feels were unrestrained. Brandon Jacobs, Rashard Mendenhall, Pierre Thomas,  Arian Foster, Le’Veon Bell and Melvin Gordon are just a few once unheralded names that were lustfully pursued. Those infatuations largely paid off. Others like Ameer Abullah, Felix Jones and Ryan Mathews, however, left my heart broken and rosters in squalor.

In a game where individual players are idolized owners can empathize. Professed obsessions commonly lead to lopsided trades, arm tendon tears and empty pockets. Don’t even ask how much I paid for Montee Ball in an auction a few years back (Think the approximate street value of one kidney).

In honor of fantasy fixations everywhere, here is your must avoid list the Noise’s 2017 All Man-Crush team — ridiculous adjectives and hyperbole included:

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Marcus Mariota, Ten, QB (97.5, QB8) – People with memory lapses tend to forget how volcanic the native Hawaiian was for a large chunk of 2016. From Weeks 5-12 he erupted, netting the third-most valuable passer line in fantasy, a stretch he completed 67.4 percent of his attempts, averaged 259.1 passing yards per game, 29.8 rushing yards per game and tallied a 25:3 TD:INT (two rushing) split. He was also dynamite inside the red zone (QB9 in RZ completion%) and downfield (QB8 in deep-ball completion%) while also padding the bottom line on the ground (24.3 rush ypg).

With Corey Davis and Eric Decker now running routes in Tennessee, I suspect Terry Robskie removes padlock from playbook and features more spread formations. Last year, the Titans ranked dead last in percentage of three-wide receiver sets (42, NFL average: 60). Fully recovered from a broken leg, Mariota is about to become a QB top-five megastar. There simply isn’t a better mid-draft option at the position.

Fearless Forecast: 4,087 passing yards, 30 passing touchdowns, 395 rushing yards, 2 rushing touchdowns

Ty Montgomery, GB, RB (40.1 ADP, RB16) – Similar to a freshwater sturgeon traversing a frozen Wisconsin lake,  Montgomery is a rare sight. Though deployed only occasionally last year, he was nothing short of dominant on a per touch basis. The advanced numbers don’t lie. Last year, Monty ranked top-five among running backs in juke rate (RB3) – he forced 17 missed tackles alone against rival Chicago Week 15 – yards after contact per attempt (2.8, RB1) and breakaway run percentage (RB2). And he accomplished that level of production “acting on instincts.” With a full offseason to work on his biggest weakness, stonewalling blitzers, he busts out in a big way in 2017.

Yes, Jamaal Williams will work into Green Bay’s backfield flow. Mike McCarthy was always going to employ some sort of running back by committee. And, no, Monty’s mysterious lower leg injury isn’t overly concerning. Once camp breaks, No. 88 registers roughly 13-15 touches per game. If his effectiveness is anything close to last year’s 6.7 yards per touch, he’ll toe the RB1 line in 12-team leagues, especially PPR. Remember he plays alongside arguably the best quarterback in the game, Aaron Rodgers, who was the primary reason why Monty saw light fronts a jaw-dropping 89.6 percent of the time in ’16. Ty one on, #TeamHuevos.

Fearless Forecast: 159 carries, 890 rushing yards, 51 receptions, 404 receiving yards, 9 total touchdowns

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Bilal Powell, NYJ, RB (69.1, RB27) – I know what you’re thinking, “A Jet?! Really?! Man, those brownies in Denver (my home) are quite strong!” But featuring Powell on this list was done with complete sobriety and clarity.

Few Puddle Jumpers are worthy of a roster spot, but the crafty veteran back most definitely is. Last year, he showcased his three-down wares once thrust into a featured role. From Weeks 14-17 he logged a December to remember, posting the second-most valuable line among running backs (5.0 ypc, 138.0 total yards per game, 3 TDs). Diving deeper, he also compiled 14 missed tackles and a 3.2 YAC over that four-game span.

Overall, “Boom Boom” is a better-than-advertised inside runner. He’s also an accomplished receiver and difficult to corral in space. Among RBs, he ranked No. 14 in juke rate last season. His backfield compadre, Matt Forte, meanwhile, checked in at No. 56 in the category and was one of the worst qualifying backs in yards after contact per touch (No. 61). Nearly three years Forte’s junior and with 2,067 fewer career touches under his belt, Powell packs more across-the-board punch.

My best guess is New York installs a 60-40 platoon Week 1 at Buffalo with Powell shouldering the heavy side (14-15 touches per game). If Forte doesn’t recover soon from a hamstring setback, the speculated distribution will only widen. Essentially, Powell should provide owners with significant versatility and value, particularly in PPR leagues. The Jets’ suspect defense boosts his garbage time appeal. Heck, they’re already down 21-0 in every game.

Fearless Forecast: 191 carries, 842 rushing yards, 58 receptions, 435 receiving yards, 6 total touchdowns

Terrelle Pryor, Was, WR (38.7 ADP, WR18) – The converted quarterback is my ultimate bae. Already this month, my fingers have typed hundreds of superlatives about the receiver. Is my adoration unhealthy? Possibly, but I have my justifications.

For starters, he compiled WR2 numbers last year with punchlines Josh McCown, Robert Griffin III, Cody Kessler, Kevin Hogan and Charlie Whitehurst hurling wingless paper airplanes in his general direction. It was arguably THE most heroic campaign of the season next to Kenny Britt’s 1,000-yard effort in Los Angeles. And he achieved that in his first full season as a wide receiver. Unprecedented. Exchanging his Factory of Sadness punch card for a gig in Washington’s Factory of Fun, his worth rockets skyward. His viral videos from training camp are merely a warmup.

Kirk Cousins sorely needs to improve in red-zone efficiency, an area the receiver notched top-notch numbers with the Browns (69.2 catch rate in ’16). Sure Jordan Reed, Jamison Crowder and Josh Doctson will challenge him for targets, but Pryor could match 2016’s share total (141). Keep in mind, Washington castoffs DeSean Jackson and Pierre Garcon accounted for 37.1 percent of the club’s vertical workload a season ago. Currently my WR8 (I’m a sick puppy!), Pryor turns a massive profit for his investors.

Fearless forecast: 90 receptions, 1,211 receiving yards, 9 touchdowns

Tyreek Hill, KC, WR (43.9, WR23) – He’s too small. He’s tied to Alex Smith and Andy Reid. He’s still relatively unproven. … These are common arguments Hill haters spew when talking themselves out of the wide receiver, a terrible mistake. History says their gripes are reasonable, but the ‘Freak’ is about to get nasty. According to Reception Perception, last year he ranked No. 3, behind Antonio Brown and Willie Snead, in getting open whether against man, zone or press coverage. Equally impressive, he totaled outstanding success rates on myriad routes. Bottom line, doubter comps to Cordarrelle Patterson are unfounded and laughable. Unlike the former Viking, Hill’s route tree actually has branches.

Reflecting on ’16, Hill ranked No. 5 in total output at the position Weeks 8-17 netting 47 receptions, 724 combined yards (rush/receiving) and six touchdowns. Most importantly, he accomplished that seeing just 20.2 percent of the targets share. His home-run hitting ability and scoring diversity explained his amazing efficiency. In terms of fantasy points scored per target (2.42) only Taylor Gabriel outpaced him.

Reid has made it crystal clear, Hill is the Chiefs’ offensive engine. Underused even during his breakout period last fall, he should log a snap rate in the 60-65 percent range (43.5 in ’16). Maybe I’m nuts, but the trends and data indicate a WR top-10 campaign is no stretch.

Fearless Forecast: 73 receptions, 817 receiving yards, 236 rushing yards, 8 total touchdowns

Tyrell Williams, LAC, WR (89.6, WR41) – Close to the double-digit rounds, there isn’t a better receiver value out there. A true shocker special last season, the long drink became a favorite Philip Rivers beverage post-Keenan Allen ACL disintegration. He attracted a respectable 21.1 percent of the targets share and tallied a 69-1059-7 line (WR22). Most impressively, Williams averaged 15.2 yards per route and finished top-11 in contested catch rate.

With Mike Williams on the PUP and without an official timetable to return (October?), it seems unlikely he’ll suddenly take a backseat to the rookie at any point this fall. Tyrell is the franchise’s new Vincent Jackson, an explosive weapon who was 87 percent successful against man or zone coverages and ranked No. 11 in contested catch rate in 2016. In other words, he isn’t some one-trick streak-only pony. His absurdly discounted ADP is a gift from the fantasy gods. With a highly competent quarterback throwing him the pill, he should match or slightly exceed last year’s WR2 output.

Fearless Forecast: 72 receptions, 1,103 receiving yards, 8 touchdowns

Cameron Brate, TB, TE (160.1, TE20) – In the later rounds, ‘X’ marks the spot for the grossly underrated Buccaneer. Many forget he was the sixth-most valuable tight end from Week 8 on last season. He and Jameis Winston, whether on short, intermediate or long connections, were around 63 percent successful according to Sharp Football. That hyper efficiency combined with Brate’s solidified red-zone role (25.4% red-zone targets share in ’16) and benefits playing alongside Mike Evans and DeSean Jackson point to another top-12 return. Yes, even with the supposedly divine O.J. Howard on roster. Understand Dirk Koetter features a ton of two-TE sets. Bank on Brate and Winston picking up where they left off.

Fearless Forecast: 52 receptions, 629 receiving yards, 6 touchdowns

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