#probably will be my last ask to answer for a bit

[spearofheaven]

⋆˚࿔ TILL YOU TELL ME TO LEAVE — situationship! toji fushiguro

SUM. you went out on a date tonight. but toji’s planning to stay until you tell him to go.

CONTAINS. 18+ content, MDNI. x fem! reader. 1.3k words. infidelity (ish). reader + toji have sex while she’s on the phone. unprotected p in v. doggy. ass slapping (once). use of pet names. kinda jealous toji (he’s in denial). reader needs to stand up probably.

A/N. congratulations to the lovely pepper (@prosypepper) on 2k! 😽 thank you for hosting!

toji fushiguro was not a jealous man.

he didn’t have anything to get jealous about—you weren’t his and he wasn’t yours.

and yet all he found himself thinking about when he was pounding you from behind, your nails digging into your sheets below and your cunt gushing and squeezing around his cock like a vice was the fact that you'd dressed up for someone earlier tonight. if he tried hard enough, he could still smell the extravagant scent of the man's axe spray clinging onto your skin.

someone more put together than him, though. that he was sure of. someone that didn't come after the sun had set, leaving before he got too comfortable being around you. before he got used to feeling of your arms clinging onto him in the middle of the night, reaching out just as he's standing up.

even your sweet moans echoing through the room weren't enough to break him out of his thoughts. "so, how'd your little date go?"

you swore your heart nearly dropped to your ass, your grip on the sheets just a little bit tighter. a low sigh left your lips as you turned around to face toji. but before you had the chance to say anything,

bzzt. bzzt. bzzt.

you were planning on ignoring the incessant buzzing on your night stand. maybe text back a half assed apology and say that you were busy. but that wasn't good enough for toji.

of course it wasn't.

"come on, answer it, doll. you have better manners than this," he tutted, passing it over to you. leaving no room to object.

you gave him a glare, biting back whatever retort was on your tongue before reluctantly turning to face your phone again. toji didn't miss that you'd saved the contact under the man's name and (hinge) right next to it. you answered the call at the last ring before it went to voicemail, "hello?"

"hello?" toji mocked right in your ear, fingers rubbing on your clit. if only to get you to slip—to say his name to the man who took you out tonight. casual be damned.

"h-hey!" your date spoke up, almost like he wasn't expecting for you to actually answer the call. "sorry if i'm being a bit forward here, i just wanted to know that you got home safe. i had a lot of fun with you tonight."

"i had a lot of fun too, t-thanks for the dinner," your breath hitched when toji angled his hips, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. the way you gushed and dripped around his cock almost had him convinced you were into this.

toji supposed he got the answer to his question from earlier.

he leaned in, pressing his lips against the side of your neck. biting down hard enough to leave a mark behind, a yelp leaving your lips. you smacked the side of his arm, but he was unmoving. simply soothing the sting on your neck with his tongue.

"are you okay?" the man on the other line suddenly asked, everything else having gone quiet. listening into whatever he could.

"yeah, no, i'm good. just bumped my toe against the side of the table," you responded after a couple seconds, hoping he wouldn't see through your lie.

and the man behind you almost seemed to relish in this. "maybe you should turn the camera on, ma. show him justtt how you like being fucked," toji whispered in your other ear, his fingers drawing torturous circles around your swollen lil' clit.

you could hear your date speaking on the phone, talking about the menu of all things. you could only uh-huh so much before another moan left you again. so you spoke up, "actually, do you mind if i call you tomorrow? i'm kind of busy right now."

you didn't wait to hear his answer, hanging up within seconds.

toji tutted his tongue yet again, staring at you with faux disappointment. barely managing to keep his lips from twitching into a teasing grin, "you didn't have to be so rude, doll. he was so excited to talk to you."

"oh, shove it fushiguro."

"with pleasure, baby." he shoved his cock back inside in a single thrust, knocking out the air out of your lungs. fucking you how he'd been wanting to (and barely resisting) throughout the phone call.

"o-oh fuck!" a loud whine left your lips, his hips snapping against your ass harshly. you buried your head further into the pillow, each muffle and whine muffled.

"could your date fuck you like this, baby?" toji questioned, his hands coming to grip your hips. gripping them like he purposely wanted to indent his fingers onto your skin. leave something of his clinging onto your body. you didn't answer—you both already knew the answer.

"tell me or i'll stop," he warned, cock twitching inside of you as he slowed down. you shook your head, raising it from the pillow before mumbling, "no, no, he couldn't."

one large hand smacked against the plushness of your ass, the fat jiggling under the impact. "louder, i can't hear you." you turned around to spot that same cocky grin on his face, a glare forming on your face.

"no. i said that no, he couldn't fuck me like you do," you relented, letting out a satisfied moan when he sped up again. his balls twacked! twacked! twacked! against your wet cunt, his fingers rubbing your clit in quick circles. you clenched around him tighter like you wanted to milk him dry, his cock sliding in and out of you like a waterpark with how soaked you were.

"gonna cum, keep going, please," you babbled, feeling that pressure building in your lower tummy. your walls constricted against his cock in a rhythmic motion, his own thrusts starting to grow rushed and sloppy.

"not gonna stop, cum all over my dick." your release washed over you with a loud moan, your head falling slack. toji fucked you through your orgasm into his own, following soon after and painting your walls white.

he stayed still for a couple seconds, letting himself catch his breath before pulling out of your twitching pussy. toji leaned in, jaw slack as he sucked the mixture of fluids out of your cunt. cleaning you up with his tongue before swiping a moist rag over your folds.

you knew what was coming next. toji didn't hesitate to grab his clothes off the floor with superhuman speed, pulling them over his body like every second he spent here outside of sex was akin to torture.

"you don't have to leave." you turned to look over at him, slipping your night shirt over your head. "i won't make something big of it, i know we're just sleeping together. so don't worry about me getting my hopes up or anything."

toji couldn't give you anything other than this simple, no strings (or so he thought) attached situation, but he always knew that you deserved more than him. so, he could give you a night. he settled beside you, pulling the blankets up.

toji fushiguro was like a stray dog. enjoying the comforts of domesticity and the feeling of having a temporary home, but only staying around for whatever scraps he could receive before he went out on his way again.

but he decided to stay. he'd be staying as you let him into the comfort of your presence, even if he doesn't give much in return. all he does is worry you senseless, coming to your apartment half bloody at times and gasping for breath. he's aware.

but he'd be staying in your bed and underneath your warm blankets until you finally told him to leave, that you never wanted to see him again.

[oneinnocentprincess]

Eleanor sat upright in bed, her back against the pillows and headboard while her legs laid flat on top of the covers. She also made sure that there was enough space between her and Oscar, enough room that could definitely fit a human between them. She wanted to respect his space, since this was a change for the both of them.

It did all feel very different to just sit in bed with him, nothing else hanging in the air. They were just two adults making small conversation. Her eyes did continue to break eye contact with his, wandering back to his chest before finding something else to dart towards. She listened carefully when he mentioned to her that she was welcomed to continue her questioning, wether it be about him or his kingdom.

"Any question?" She asked, because that seemed to open the floor to many questions she had in her head that she was still building the courage to ask. Eleanor knew exactly what she wanted to ask him, but wondered if it was an okay thing to ask your husband you just met. She was sure her advisors would be against her asking it, but Oscar seemed to be a very open man to her. Besides, it should help her learn more about her husband, right? "How many partners have you had?" She knew of the first one, at least, but she was more than confident there were others.

"If you want, I can answer that question first!" Eleanor quickly offered, even if the question did not carry as much of weight onto her and her very limited experience. "I have had three, not counting you. They were nothing official at all, or I probably would not even be in this marriage." She began to explain to him. "Two were princes...and one was a guard... which my father knows nothing about." She almost impulsively asked Oscar to not tell her father, but she figured how odd that may sound now. "As, I am sure you could tell, I never went far at all with them. Nothing lasted more than a month, but it was fun! Especially having to keep it all a secret." She did not regret any of them one bit, but she also did not miss them. They were nice for the time.

Oscar settled quietly into the bed, the soft glow of the hearth casting gentle shadows across the room. The warmth seeped into his skin, offering a familiar comfort amid the unfamiliarity of the palace and the new life he was beginning alongside Eleanor. He glanced toward her, seeing her now dressed simply for bed, a quiet presence that eased some of the tension that had filled the day. The night felt different—calmer, stripped of the day’s duties and demands.

His gaze drifted downward to his own bare chest, the hearth’s heat a steady reminder that not everything here was complicated or overwhelming. The simplicity of the moment grounded him—no crowns or courtiers, no expectations beyond the quiet shared between two people still learning each other’s rhythms. It was a relief, a small pocket of peace in the swirl of their new reality.

He thought about the burden Eleanor carried—new surroundings, new roles, and the delicate balance of becoming a wife while still finding her footing. Despite it all, she remained open and honest, and that honesty was more valuable to him than any display of strength. He admired her in ways words could not fully capture, appreciating the courage it took to be vulnerable in this new chapter.

There was a silence between them, but it was comfortable, not awkward. Oscar understood that some moments didn’t need filling with conversation or grand gestures. Simply being near her was enough. He was ready to be patient, to let their relationship grow on its own time without pressure or expectation.

When the silence stretched long enough, Oscar cleared his throat softly, careful not to disturb the calm. “If there’s anything you want to ask about me, the kingdom, or even the more personal things—please don’t hesitate,” he said quietly. “No question is too small or too strange. I want you to feel safe in speaking openly with me.”

He met her eyes with a steady, gentle gaze, but there was a flicker of something lighter there too—something almost teasing. “We’re both figuring this out as we go,” he said with a soft grin. “No pressure to get it right all at once. Honestly, I’m pretty sure there’s no rulebook for this marriage thing, just a lot of trial and error.”

Leaning back against the pillows, he smirked just a little. “So whatever questions pop into your head—serious or silly—I’m all ears. Consider me your very patient, very curious audience.”

[pjmmania]

If Snow Decides to Fall

11. “And so it goes.”

Chapter Warnings: pregnancy

Taglist: @marihoneywk @amarawayne @chimmy-licious

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You were taking a shower post-hospital visit. Having been home for less than an hour, it felt like all the people in the world were calling Jimin. Though you hadn’t dared to check, you could assume that pictures and videos were spreading on social media like wildfire.

Worse, as you showered, you were aware that your boyfriend was on the phone with Management. That was what motivated you to exit the room in the first place and do something else - you couldn’t bear to listen to it. Now there was only a matter of time before you got a call from the company, and everyone knew what that would bring.

From the car ride until now, Jimin had been on the phone nonstop. His parents called in the car, then Yoongi, then Jin and Hoseok together. And now the company. In the meantime, you wondered if your own family had seen anything yet.

At the very least, it was vindicating to be clean, with damp washed hair and a change of clothes.

When you padded out of the master bathroom and into the main living space, Jimin was on the couch. Laying on his back, he held the phone up to his ear, running his spare hand through his hair anxiously and staring up at the ceiling. Any relief you experienced in the shower was gone. You were still at the center of a media storm and scandal.

You saw your phone sitting screen-down on the coffee table. You envisioned flipping it over to find missed calls from family and friends and you decided against it for the time being. Perhaps you could delay the inevitable just for a little longer, even if it was only a few minutes.

Instead, you clued into the conversation Jimin was having. He looked pissed.

“For the last time, yes, I am positive it’s mine. Please stop asking me that. Do you need me to run through the entire history again?”

You closed your eyes. Apparently, they knew just about everything.

He kept glancing at you as he spoke, checking what your demeanor was before getting distracted by his phone. Suddenly, his eyes hardened. His brows became severe, and he shot up into an upright sitting position.

“I am sorry,” his tongue was heat-ridden and bitter, “You may think I owe you that, but I happen to disagree. There is no circumstance in which I would ever-”

Jimin looked at you. He saw the curiosity and dread on your face, and took it down a notch.

He cleared his throat, “I’m just not doing that, alright? Unless you require anything further, I have plenty else to manage right now.”

A few moments later, he got off the phone and let out a grown, dipping his head low.

“So that didn’t go too well?” you asked hesitantly, sitting beside him.

Jimin lifted his head and put an arm around you, searching for the right words, “Could have been better, could have been worse. How are you?”

“I’m…I’m in shock maybe?” you shrugged.

“I’d rather have you be in shock for a while than have another fainting spell.”

“I can’t look at my phone right now, even though I feel like a should. My mom is probably worried sick about me. The girls too.”

He kissed your temple, and then you leaned your head on his shoulder, “You don’t need to look at that stuff until you feel prepared. I think after a little bit longer, it would be nice to let your poor mother know you’re alright. But for right now, you deserve to let your mind and body have a sliver of peace.”

“Well, if the company calls, I need to answer.”

“No, you don’t,” his tone carried a hint of resentment leftover from his recent phone call, “They have no right to expect you to put them above your health. You’re a pregnant woman who’s just getting home from an emergency hospital visit. In fact, if they dare try to contact you this soon, let me know. I’d want to deal with that.”

Unwilling to push the envelope at the risk of worsening his anger, you nodded, “Okay.”

“How’s the baby?”

You smiled softly as you looked down at your bump, “Wiggling, even though you and I just went through a lot, little one.”

Jimin’s own lips formed a minuscule grin. He touched your belly, right below the button. There were faint movements to be felt through his palm, which, to your confusion, erased his small smile. His expression grew colder, as he locked his eyes on your distended abdomen.

“I’m going to tell Minjun about Chaeyoung.” he said through tense muscles.

“You didn’t mention that when you were on the phone just now?”

He shook his head, “Wasn’t the conversation for that. But she deserves to face the consequences for what she did, and I just might take pleasure in exposing her.”

“Jimin-”

His hand remained on your belly, almost in a protective manner, “She has to pay for that. She knowingly gave the media a false story about me getting another woman pregnant. You and I both know that some people will take that story and run with it. Not to mention, the aftermath caused everyone so much strife. And then it put you, the woman who is actually carrying my child, in an emergency room.”

Your voice was soft, “All I was going to say is that we have bigger things to address at the moment. And I want us both to keep level heads.”

He let out a prolonged sigh, letting the silence linger for a moment, “I know, I know. Just give me some room to be pissed off for the both of us. I’m glad you seem to be attentive to your own peace of mind. You should be. But I can’t help it all the time and keep everything so locked up. I have to be able protect my family.”

You lifted your head from his shoulder so you could kiss his cheek, which was warm with a stressful flush, “I’d never ask you to keep it all locked up. You’re human. It’s just, at this point, getting revenge on Chaeyoung won’t solve any of our problems. You want your anger to be purposeful, but that would achieve nothing for us.”

Not to mention, you weren’t even sure you wanted her exposed. She’d be let go, almost certainly. The history of friendship between you made the idea difficult to imagine. But then again, her actions were about to get you fired.

He removed his hand from your bump, “Maybe we can put a hold on this conversation for now. My head’s starting to hurt.”

Before you could say anything else, he got up from the couch and started towards the kitchen. His gait and posture looked sullen, exhausted.

“We should both eat something,” he called back at you, “I’ll, uh...throw something together real fast.”

You weren’t hungry, but you weren’t going to make a quibble about that. As the minutes rolled on, you heard some dishes rattling around, drawers being opened and shut.

Your own phone was buzzing more and more now. The girls were texting you, asking if you were alright. Nothing from your parents yet, and you weren’t that surprised. They weren’t the type to be online often, which made you fear that they’d learn of it from one of their friends or neighbors.

Then, Hana called you.

You answered, “Hey, Hana.”

She sounded like she was in the car, “I was about to text you again, then realized I might as well just call. How are you?”

You let out a breath, “Not the worst, considering the circumstances. Maybe I’m in a state of shock or something. I’ve been offline since getting home.”

“Oh,” she said, “That’s for the best, I’d say.”

“I-Is it bad? What are people saying about me?”

From the kitchen, Jimin heard that and felt his heart crumble a little more. He knew that feeling all too well - a cruel part of oneself wanting to risk getting burned by the fire, just for the sake of some inner masochistic curiosity.

Hana replied, “I honestly don’t know either. Joonie texted me and told me the news…And then he picked me up from work and we’re almost at your place.”

You sat up a little more, “Wait, why? Don’t you both have things to do?”

Your puzzled boyfriend leaned back into the entryway, looking at you with furrowed brows.

“I got out of work a bit early,” she said, “So did he. No big deal.”

You had no idea what to do or say. You weren’t sure you were in the mood to have people over, and you had half a mind to kindly ask Hana to refrain.

Then, you thought of Jimin. He needed a friend right now, and in a crisis, Namjoon was a go-to. Even if he was still too stubborn to admit it.

“O-okay. See you in a few.”

You hung up the phone. Jimin ducked his head back again, “Hana’s coming over?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “With Namjoon.”

His expression went blank, and he returned to whatever task he was handling in the kitchen, disappearing from view. You hoisted yourself up slowly from the couch, being gentle with your body.

You found him filling a pot with water to boil. He had tells of tightening up when your presence came into the room, aware of what you were about to say to him. He didn’t want to hear it.

Instead of giving him a piece of your mind right away, you decided to help out and switched the stove on, before he could even set the pot down on it. The metal pot made a small thud when it met the rapidly heating surface. Jimin covered it with its corresponding glass lid.

“You shouldn’t be up, you know,” he said quietly, “You need to be off your feet for a while.”

You sighed, leaning back against the island and facing him, “I’m just standing in my own kitchen. I’m not doing anything strenuous.”

He returned a huff, turning his back to you to retrieve a cooking spoon from one of the drawers, “I suppose I need to make food for four now…”

You couldn’t bear it any longer.

“I think it might be time to move on from this whole feud. Let it be in the past. He’s deeply sorry, Jimin.”

He chuckled, “And how would you know that?”

You gulped, “Because he and I had a little talk at work the other day.”

He stopped what he was doing.

You went on, “He apologized to me for everything. The things he said about me, the inferences he made about my intentions. He was genuinely remorseful.”

Jimin looked back at you with conflicted eyes.

“And he wants to be there for you, probably now more than ever,” you said, “So you should give him a chance. I know that you want to. I heard you talking to him on the phone, when you found out about the fake story. You looked to him for help, because deep down you know that he’s a real friend. A protective friend.”

“His protectiveness is no justification for how he treated you and me.”

“That’s true, and he would agree with that,” your shoulders dropped, “Sometimes, that instinct can go awry. It can lead people down the wrong path. He certainly went down the wrong path in this case, and he owned up to that with me. And I love you, but right now, the shoe is on the other foot.”

Jimin was upset. It wasn’t difficult to read the conflict happening internally, but he wouldn’t let himself voice it. He was simply waiting for you to finish.

“You have that same protective nature in you, and that makes you a wonderful friend to people, and the best boyfriend and future father. But can’t you see how this part of you is keeping you from mending your friendship? It’s becoming destructive. Please don’t let it go on.”

Your phone buzzed again. You glanced down to read the text.

“They’re here. Now is the time to decide what you’re going to do.”

A couple more minutes passed as you waited to hear a knock on the door. That time was silent between the two of you. He took a bag of dry rice from the cupboard and measured out enough for four people. You remained standing next to the island until the moment to let the pair in arrived.

You went to let them in, while Jimin stayed there, keeping to himself.

When you opened the door, they wasted no time in making their way inside. This wasn’t the occasion to linger in the hallway.

After you had closed the door, Hana gave you a long hug, “It’s going to be okay.”

“Thanks,” you sighed into her shoulder, “This just feels so strange, kind of like when I found out I was pregnant. I almost don’t believe it’s really happening.”

Namjoon gave you a hug as well, which was unexpected but couldn’t have been more appropriately timed, given the short conversation you’d just had with Jimin.

The tall man said to you, “We are here for you guys. Whatever you need.”

Your boyfriend was listening in the kitchen, starting to feel like a child. He was frozen, pride keeping him rooted to the floor, unable to go and greet them. That’s when it began to feel plain stupid, and he was surprised with himself.

His entire world was just shaken to the core, and he was just standing there, too stubborn to greet a guy he’d known and loved for years, who came to offer solace?

It still didn’t feel great. In fact, it required him summoning more willpower than he would have liked, but he put everything aside to walk out and meet them.

Namjoon released you from the hug when he saw Jimin appear, nervous that the act would make him angry. On the contrary, the younger man inhaled, relaxed his shoulders, and walked forward.

You were studying your boyfriend’s face, trying to predict what he’d do, or what he’d say. For a moment, it was impossible to decipher. Hana was watching closely too, hoping she wasn’t about to witness a chiding.

Namjoon’s expression was full of regret, “I…I can’t imagine what this is like for y-”

Jimin shook his head and released a pent up huff, tugging him into an embrace. He patted his back firmly and cleared his throat.

“Thank you for being here.”

The weight of the situation wasn’t enough to prevent you from smiling softly. Both of them deserved to have this friendship back.

The leader was surprised, but eased into the hug, “I am so sorry.”

He knew he wasn’t apologizing out of sympathy for the circumstances, but for their past arguments.

“I know you are.” Jimin said.

Sensing that the guys needed a moment to themselves, Hana nudged you a bit. She directed you to move back in towards to living room with her eyes. You were happy to follow her lead, relieved to see them start to make up.

As your friend got you situated and comfortable on the couch, Jimin and Namjoon seemed to retreat into the kitchen.

The visitor fell right into helping the other prepare some food. Apparently, rice and some form chicken were on the menu.

Namjoon took over the rice, while Jimin started on the chicken, spicing it up to toss in an air fryer.

“Has the company called you?”

“Yeah, not that long ago. They’re not pleased.”

“Didn’t think they would be,” the older said, “Knowing how they operate, is there anything they…you know…want you to do?”

Jimin’s jaw tightened. He stealthily peaked around the wall to make sure you weren’t listening in. You were laying down on the couch, Hana perched casually on the other end of it. You were rubbing your bump, lost in your own chat, giving him permission to share aloud something he didn’t want you to know.

He lowered his volume, tone burdened with disgust, “They want me to make some sort of statement, apologize for ‘setting a poor example’. I realize we broke the rules, and I know that having children out of wedlock isn’t society’s ideal. But I outright refused to do that. I got pretty pissed off actually. If Y/N hadn’t walked into the room while I was on the phone, I might have said some pretty severe things.”

“You have a right to be pissed,” Namjoon encouraged, “They’re asking you to effectively betray Y/N, not to mention your own kid. You’d be casting such a negative light on them if you did that.”

“Exactly,” Jimin was maintaining his temper, “I understand the way this happened wasn’t the straight, traditional way. Honestly, I wouldn’t wish it on anyone, what Y/N and I have gone through. But to turn around and publicly say that I regret any of it…”

“Would be insane,” the leader finished the thought, “Because you found the love of your life. You could never be expected to apologize for that.”

For some reason, the younger of the pair found himself cracking a smile, which grew into a subtle laugh.

Namjoon mirrored the chuckle, “What’s so funny?”

Jimin glanced back at him, “Nothing. It’s just kind of humorous to hear you say that, after all this time.”

He shrugged and chuckled some more, “Well, she is, isn’t she?”

The laughter died down, but a small grin remained, “She is. And thank you for acknowledging that.”

“I’m sorry it took so long, but now I’m happy to. I really want you to believe me when I say it.”

“I believe you. If there’s anything anyone can count on Kim Namjoon for, it’s the truth.”

It was a full house when the evening rolled around. All of the guys made their way over to your place eventually. Namjoon and Hana stayed the whole time.

It felt like someone had died - everyone coming over to offer their condolences. They were sorry for your loss of your job, yours and Jimin’s privacy.

During the day, your mother called you to check on you. Still nothing from the company. And not a word from your father, but that was something you'd gotten used to by now.

All of you were in the living room, scattered about on the couch, on chairs, some on the floor. You thought you knew what it felt like to be drained before, but this was yet another level.

“You know, I actually think those pictures of you guys leaving the hospital are kind of awesome,” Yoongi mentioned, “Holding hands, and neither of you look afraid. You come across as very united and strong.”

You appreciated the sentiment, “I’m glad, because ‘strong’ is not the word I’d use to describe how I felt in that moment.”

“Have you guys seen the photos?” Taehyung asked.

“No,” sighed Jimin, “It’s unnecessary.”

Hoseok remarked, “Probably for the best to keep off social media for a few more days. I don’t want to disturb you, but there’s a lot being said out there.”

Jungkook, wanting to save you both from worrying too much, added, “Not all of it is bad, though. If it helps…”

Jimin didn’t want to discuss what was being said, but you weren’t used to this. You didn’t know how to simply block it out, shield yourself from it totally. It was a human curiosity, to know one's own reputation and what people were saying.

Out of curiosity, you inquired, “What are some of the positive stuff?”

The youngest member offered you a more pleasant expression, though you could tell it was forced for your sake, “Many people are trying to support you guys, defending you against those who don’t have the kindest opinions. Actually, a lot of fans are congratulatory. Shocked, but happy.”

“R-Really?” you grinned softly. Maybe a little superficial of you, but it was a bandaid to hear that a portion of the masses didn’t hate you.

The father of your child picked up on the optimism in your voice. He played along with Jungkook’s narrative, wanting to increase your relief wherever he could.

Jimin smiled halfway, “There are always good people out there. You’ll learn over time to tune out the negative voices.”

“Do they know my name? Or my job?”

Hana giggled ironically, taking advantage of the lightness in the air, “Surely, you know that their fans are capable of impeccable detective work. Of course they’ve figured out your name by now. I didn’t see anyone discussing your role at the company, but it’s only a matter of time before that comes out too.”

You shrugged, “My former role anyway.”

Taehyung frowned, “Have they made that official?”

You shook your head as your doting boyfriend rubbed your knee, “Still waiting for that call…And the call about the lab results.”

“What lab results?” Jungkook furrowed his brows, eyes darting between you and Jimin.

Not all of them had been updated on the outcome of your hospital visit. Hana and Namjoon knew and waited for you to elaborate with sullen expressions.

You bit down on your bottom lip. Sensing your hesitation, Jimin lifted that burden from you by explaining it himself.

He let out a breath and told them, “The doctor is now concerned about a condition called preeclampsia. Without going into too much detail, it really wouldn’t be good for Y/N or the baby. We should have those results in a day or two.”

You looked into your lap. The room went silent for a moment.

“I can’t believe Chaeyoung…” Jin muttered, “All the mess she’s caused.”

“I never would have guessed it was her.” Hoseok agreed.

Jimin closed his eyes, preventing himself from flying off the handle, “Don’t get me started on that right now.”

You rubbed his shoulder as an attempt to ease him up. He was trying to manage your nerves, and you were trying to deal with his. You were determined to help each other, prepared to set your feelings aside in order to help one another cope.

“At least Seoyeon’s statement was decent.” Yoongi remarked.

Jimin groaned, putting his face into his palms, “Fuck, I completely forgot about that being published.”

“What does ‘decent’ mean?” You asked, attentive to his emotions.

He shrugged with arms crossed, “Means it wasn’t provocative. She and her husband said that initial rumor was totally untrue. And there was zero mention of your past relationship with her.”

“Yeah, but any statement from her is basically null and void now,” Jimin huffed, “The purpose was to convince the public that there was no baby on the way. It would have bought us some more time.”

“Well, at least now the public won’t believe that you fathered two children with different women.” replied Yoongi.

Your love had reached his limit. He rose from his seat, unable to withstand any further conversation. He looked down at you and stretched out his hand, “Baby, I think it’s time you get some rest.”

Reluctantly, trying to translate the message in his eyes, you took his hand and let him pull you up, “Okay…”

His faculties were fried, eyes a bit dazed, “Yeah, you need to sleep. Long day.”

The others were taking the cue to head out, rising from their spots. It was inarguable that your eyelids had been feeling heavy, but the abrupt discontinuation left you confused.

Within minutes, the large group filtered out of your home, each of them wishing you both well and giving some final reassurances for the night. You could tell they were a little perplexed and maybe even a concerned about Jimin’s quick change in demeanor, but there was a collective knowledge that it was best to let it be for now. If he needed some space, they weren’t about to protest.

It was the two of you once again.

Jimin had been the one to close the door behind Jin, who was the last one out. He turned back to you, face now reading as apologetic. You looked puzzled as ever.

“I just couldn’t do it anymore,” he said, “I want to sleep.”

You nodded as he came into you, kissing you lightly. He pulled away and you held his face there for a moment, which he relished. His eyes closed, taking comfort in your affectionate touch.

“I’m tired too. Just don’t use me as the scapegoat next time.”

He broke into a chuckle, as did you.

“You weren’t the scapegoat. I wasn’t making anything up. I do have to make sure you get your rest. Those guys would have talked our ears off until sunrise.”

You got ready for bed together. You changed into one of his t-shirts, a plain white one. Standing over the sink, brushing your teeth, you thought nothing of it. That is, until Jimin pointed it out.

He was sitting on the bed in the next room, observing you with an ironic, weary grin, “That’s the t-shirt that started this whole mess, right?”

You looked at it with fresh eyes in the mirror, and then it clicked. This was the shirt you were wearing in the airport, the one that Seoyeon noticed.

You spit into the sink for the last time and shut off the faucet, “I guess it is.”

You heard him mumble, “I have half a mind to burn that thing.”

The following morning, you were out of bed before Jimin was. You made yourself some breakfast and decaffeinated coffee, and perched on the couch. Intentionally starting the day with something less stressful, you were flipping through the baby naming book as you ate. There were a few favorites you had from when the two of you began discussing, and you wanted to look at them again, just to see if you still felt the same about them.

This led to an idea to create a list of everything that needed to be done for your little one. You retrieved a pen and paper, feeling some movements in your womb.

Yawning, you put a hand on your stomach, "Good morning, little love. I'm going to write down some things that Daddy and me need to do before you come to meet us. Let's see...We need to build you a nursery."

As you wrote that down, your imagination drew a picture of what that might look like and you ended up with a soft smile, "I'm thinking a light green for you. What do you think of that, baby? Then we can have a rocking chair in one corner, maybe next to a little bookshelf filled with lots of bedtime stories...Although I have a feeling that Daddy will prefer singing to you, rather than reading."

You took a sip of your coffee, "What else? Oh, we need to stock up on lots of supplies. Diapers, wipes, bottles, burping cloths, onesies, socks...Lots of things, it turns out. At least in this mess, I'll have more time to focus on getting ready for you. I promise I’ll be ready for you.”

The father of this child was standing in the doorway to the master bedroom, having gotten out of bed without making a sound. He wore a tired smile, listening to you make harmless chatter to the baby you were carrying.

“Daddy is more than ready for you,” you said, jotting down the previous items onto the notepad, “Sometimes it feels like he’s more prepared than I am for this. You truly are at the heart of every move he makes. You’ll see…you and I both won the lottery with him. And if you turn out to be a girl, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

He couldn’t hold back his chuckle, causing you to break your train of thought and turn your head.

“Sorry,” his hoarse, deep morning voice spoke, “I didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation.”

You smirked and went back to writing, “Less of a conversation, moreso just me babbling, thinking of things that we need to do. Which is a lot, apparently.”

Through puffy lips, he grinned again, “Tell her I love her. I’m going to take a shower.”

As he abandoned his post and went into the master bathroom to wash up, you looked down at your belly and whispered, “See? He loves you more than anything. And don’t forget I love you too.”

You continued to bond with your baby, feeling him or her stretch and wiggle as you went about your business with this list. It gave you something else to focus on, as if you hadn’t been outted to the world less than twenty-four hours prior.

This bubble was short-lived, burst open by the phone call you’d been dreading ever since you found out you were pregnant.

Stomach curling, you answered nervously, “H-Hello?”

“Y/N,” the male voice greeted you, “Good morning. This is Minjun. We met a few days ago in my office?”

“Yes,” you gulped, “I remember.”

There was no point in asking what this was about. The moment had arrived.

“Well, I don’t want to take up much of your time, especially considering recent developments. And I think you know what I must discuss with you, right?”

Though your heart’s pace picked up, you were relieved that Jimin wasn’t around to hear this.

“I do.” you said.

Minjun sighed, telling you that he didn’t take pleasure in this, “You haven’t been with the company long, but you know the rules when it comes to staff relationships, particularly with the artists. I am not blind to the fact that this has been and will continue to be tumultuous for you, but I’m afraid I have no choice but to terminate your employment with us.”

You made no attempt to keep the tears from welling up in your eyes. Blinking, one escaped the confines of your lower lid and fell. However, your voice remained relatively normal.

“I understand. This has been a long time coming. I really wish it could be different, because I’ve loved this job, but…”

You were going to reiterate that you understood why they had to fire you. That you knew they had to enforce their rules, and that you knew why those rules were there in the first place. But then you realized that you didn’t.

You didn’t understand. Yes, you were aware of the industry’s culture and attitudes when it came to dating, but you didn’t agree with it at all. Why was it forbidden for people to fall in love? It made no sense to you.

Minjun asked, “But?”

You considered chewing him out, making him the soundboard for your frustrations. But you couldn’t. If anything, you didn’t have the energy and you wanted to remain calm, for the sake of avoiding another episode like the one you had the day before.

“Nothing.” you replied.

“Very well,” he said, “Now, we need to begin the process of offboarding. We will need you to turn in your work computer, obviously, as well as any documents you may possess. Sketches, notebooks, things like that.”

“My designs?” you asked, “You need all my ideas?”

“The company maintains ownership of intellectual property that was created during a staff member’s tenure.”

You were silent. You had to give up all of your ideas, all your sketches and dribblings. Things that hadn’t yet come into fruition. They weren’t even yours anymore - apparently they never were.

Even so, you were in no shape to argue or get your blood boiling.

“Okay,” you sighed, “Anything else?”

“We understand that you have a health issue to deal with at the moment. Do you think this will have an impact on your ability to come into the office to turn in your things and sit for an exit interview?”

“Um, it might…There’s a possibility that I will be put on bed rest. What would this interview entail?”

Minjun replied, “It would be informal. The purpose would be to get a full understanding of what’s been going on here. Jimin confirmed the gist, but we’d like to be well-rounded in our knowledge of this.”

You couldn’t wrap your brain around that for some reason, “O-Okay…I’ll wait to confirm that until I hear back from my doctor.”

“I see. I’ll reach back out in a few days on that. You’ll be receiving a formal letter of termination via email by the end of the day. We will talk again soon.”

When he hung up the phone, you remained in a state of pause. It had happened, and despite having mentally prepared yourself the best you could, you somehow couldn’t believe it really came to pass. It was over. You’d lost the best job you ever had. No longer could you call yourself a stylist for the world’s most sensational band.

Another tear rolled down your face, yet you didn’t feel particularly emotional. A numbness had taken root somewhere, guarding you from another breakdown episode.

Your little one kicked, and you put your phone down with a sigh. This had to happen, but it was a small price to pay for what you’d been given - a child fathered by the most amazing, enchanting man you’d ever met. You wouldn’t lose sight of that critical fact.

Jimin returned a short while later, dressed and hair blow-dried. You’d gone into the kitchen to find something to eat, though you weren’t hungry. If anything, you just wanted something else to do other than wallow.

He heard you dawdling around in the kitchen as he picked up the list you’d written from the coffee table in the living room.

Eyes trailing down the paper, he cracked a grin and called to you, “This is a very thorough list.”

“Oh,” you said, “Thanks.”

Your tone was far too sullen for his liking. Brows furrowed, he set the notepad down and started towards the kitchen. He found you putting some bread into the toaster.

“What happened, baby? You didn’t go on social media, did you?”

You inhaled deeply and let it out, turning to him, “No, I didn’t go online. Minjun called me just now...”

Jimin’s face fell, knowing what it meant. Inwardly, he was furious that Management didn’t give you more time to breathe, after your episode, but his expression was nothing but disappointment.

Your eyes began to well up again. And as soon as your drew in a hitched breath, he rushed to bring you into his arms. You were pressed against his chest, eyes squeezed shut as you let out a small sob that stole a piece of his heart.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered, holding the back of your head and rubbing your hair, “I’m so sorry.”

Your voice was muffled against his shirt, “I just really loved that job. A-And that job led me to you…”

He kissed the outer part of your ear, “You still have me, sweetheart.”

“No, I know,” you sniffled, “I just wish I could stay. It could have been so wonderful, in a different reality. You and me, working at the same place. Our child could come in to be with us sometimes. It could have been so perfect, like a dream.”

“You are a dream to me.”

Though tears were still flowing, you started to smile and laugh a little bit.

“Now what’s so funny?” Jimin asked, confused yet happy to go along with your emotions.

Your tears were soaking his shirt at this point, but you were grinning wider, “Nothing. It’s just…How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Just, make everything brighter for me? Always, always find the right words to say? Every single time.”

He smirked and kissed you again, this time on the top of your head, “All I did was be honest with you.”

You sniffled once more, pulling away from his embrace just enough to allow room for yourself to wrap your arms around his neck. You looked up at him for a moment as he grinned ever so gently, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

His hands then traveled down to the sides of your belly. He glanced down to where your child was, nestled safely in your womb, between the two of you.

Rubbing your bump, he lowered his voice and got lost in his own heart, “In the midst of what can feel like a nightmare, I’ve got all a man could ever ask for. Getting to love a gorgeous woman, with a gorgeous soul. Getting to watch that woman’s belly grow as she carries my child. I get to come home to her now, but in the near future I’ll get to come home to both of them. That is a dream.”

You smiled softly, “I guess every dream has a little bit of nightmare in it.”

He chuckled, “The good and the bad. The sweet, and then the bitter. That’s been our story, huh?”

You nodded, grin fading, “It has.”

Then, simultaneously, your toast popped up and your phone began to ring from the sofa in the other room.

Jimin pecked your forehead, “I’ll make your toast, go see who it is.”

You left his arms to hurry into the living room. Picking up the buzzing and ringing device from the couch, your gut tightened with nerves. This was yet another call you’d been anticipating, only the outcome of this one was uncertain.

“Hello?” you answered, standing up.

“Y/N, good morning,” Doctor Yoon’s pleasant voice greeted you, “Is now a good time?”

Her tone acted as a soothing balm - you definitely found the right doctor.

“Hi, Doctor Yoon,” you said loud enough for Jimin to hear, “Yes, it’s a good time. I’ll put you on speaker.”

Predictably, your boyfriend came rushing into the room as soon as he overheard. His stomach was also in knots, assuming that this call would reveal your lab results. A lot was riding on this - the next few months of both of your lives.

Jimin did his best to sound composed, sitting down and encouraging you to sit beside him, “Hello, Doctor Yoon.”

“Good morning,” she greeted him back, “I’m glad to deliver some positive news for you guys. Y/N’s results have come back pretty normal.”

You both released a sigh of relief, postures loosening. Jimin grinned and kissed your temple.

“That’s wonderful.” you said.

“Yes, I would say you’re pretty fortunate. I’d like you to keep taking that medication and continue to take stress-relieving measures, but there is no diagnosis here.”

“So no bed rest?” Your boyfriend inquired.

“Not formally, no. However, I encourage you to take precaution, Y/N. Even though you don’t need to be in a sedentary state, it would be prudent to rest often. Take naps when you want, no overly strenuous activities. You know, take it easy, but feel free to live your life.”

You closed your eyes and tilted your head down, preventing yourself from scoffing or saying something too negative. Could you really feel free to live your life? Was that even possible at this point?

You pulled it together within seconds and lifted your tone, “Thank you so much. This is really good news.”

The doctor was jubilant, “Of course! Even though we did an ultrasound the other day, I’d still like to keep your appointment for next week. If anything, just to check in on you and keep tabs.”

You’d both forgotten that you had scheduled for her to come over for another ultrasound soon.

“We will see you then,” Jimin agreed on your behalf, “Thank you for everything, Doctor Yoon.”

“My pleasure. If any questions or concerns come up, you can always call.”

When the conversation ended and you hung up, Jimin threw his head back for a moment, basking in this weight lifting from his shoulders. His love and his unborn child were alright.

He chuckled, “What did I tell you, baby? Bad news, and now some really great news. Bitter, and then sweet.”

You offered a meager smile, “And so it goes.”

You didn’t seem quite as celebratory as he was, and he understood - no need to ask you what was the matter.

Jimin pulled you into him and softened his voice, “I’m just glad the two of you are okay. Also, your toast is burnt.”

Breaking into a short giggle, you rested against him, “Oh, good. Well I guess I should call Minjun back. He wanted to schedule an exit interview with me.”

His disdain was immediate and palpable, him parting from you to show you his concerned eyes.

“And you agreed to this?”

You shrugged, “Loosely, yeah. I didn’t really know what to make of it.”

Jimin pinched the small bridge of this nose, “I don’t know why I’m surprised at this point…You know you don’t have to do anything they want, right?”

If you were honest with yourself, you hadn’t considered that.

“I know…”

He went on, “Let me guess, Minjun told you they want more information about how this all happened?”

You nodded.

Jimin pulled off that trick of his, where he grinned in order to prevent himself from falling into rage. Shaking his head minimally, he inhaled sharply.

He looked up at the ceiling and then back at you, “They know I won’t be as forthcoming as they’d like me to be. I only told them the basics. I think Minjun wants to see if you’d be more detailed, because he figures he can sort of intimidate you into it.”

You looked down, “I don’t know. I get why they want a full picture…This is a shock to them and they probably are wondering how it happened.”

He took your hand, “I’m not going to tell you what to do. But you should at least realize that you are no longer their employee, and so you are no longer beholden to them. If being in that situation doesn’t sound appealing to you, then you have the right to decline. They don’t get to fire you and then expect you to accommodate them.”

You sighed, “When you put it that way I’m less agreeable to the idea. I’ll think about it. Part of me wants to go in there and tell him to his face, unashamed. And part of me wonders if I should stay away, or if they will use anything I say against me.”

“They wouldn’t dare,” Jimin replied, “I know I haven’t had the highest opinion of the company recently, but even I don’t believe they’d stoop that low. It would be like declaring war on their own artist.”

Your brows furrowed, “War?”

He said nothing, giving your hand a squeeze.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 28 - Ancient

@wolfstarmicrofic June 28, word count 399

Previous part First part

Remus didn’t want to wake up in the morning, but the sliver of sunlight shining right on his face was hard to ignore. He wiggled in the bed, trying to cover his face so he could sleep longer. 

He froze when he realised he was in a bed. He was in a bed, and someone was wrapped around him. It took him a second to remember where he was and who he was with, but the events of the day before slowly came back to him. Sirius was holding him. Remus wasn’t sure what to do. His robe had slipped off while he slept, and they were now both naked. He was just contemplating how he was going to get himself out of this situation when Sirius’s arms tightened around him and pulled him closer. 

He couldn’t help it. He relaxed as Sirius nuzzled the back of his neck. It had been so long since someone had touched him with kindness. The last had probably been his mother just before he’d fled. It was addictive, and he snuggled back into Sirius’s touch. 

He felt when Sirius woke. His body tensed, and he carefully withdrew his arms. Remus felt the absence immediately. But he pushed it down. He couldn’t think like that. 

“Time to get up, we need to leave as soon as we’ve eaten.” Sirius yawned, rolling out of the bed and pulling some clothes out of one of the bags they’d taken off the horse yesterday. He threw them at Remus. “They’re ancient, but they’ll work until we can get you something else. Remus held up the clothes. Sirius may have said they were old, but they seemed almost new to Remus. He pulled them on, grateful for something different from the clothes he’d been wearing for months. They were a bit short, but he didn’t care. 

They ate breakfast, and Sirius didn’t mention what had happened in the bed, so Remus didn’t. 

“Erm, Sir Sirius?” he asked as he scraped the last bit of porridge out of his bowl. 

“Hmm?” Sirius answered. He looked as if he’d been deep in thought. 

“Would you mind if I visit my parents before we leave? I won’t be long, I swear.” Sirius cocked his head to the side. 

“Sure, let's go visit them.” This wasn’t what Remus meant, but he shrugged and hoped that his father wouldn’t turn him away. 

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[hhrtfelt]

       HELENA  ━╋

ꔫ　　𓎟𓎟　　ᛝ　　　new upld

⠀ ೃㅤㅤ ׄ      ִ    tattoo artist!se-mi x alt!reader ׄ    𓈒

🎼 ⁺ 　 warnings ⭒ gayness, slowish burn..? (i apologize), se-mi being a total tease, this probably has grammar mistakes everywhere  ♡

 1.1k wrds  ⤚   ﹒   ༶  a/n : smth cute and simple to start the week <33 fun fact i wrote this while listening to lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off by p!atd on repeat i also made her a tattoo artist last minute im sorry chat. also instead of headcannons i made it more of a fic…. SORRY GUYSS AHHHH

i like to think of se-mi and alternative!readers dynamic as “a dark woman with even more darkness surrounding her” if that makes sense

we don’t get too much personal information on how se-mi was outside of the games, but by paying attention to her character and seeing how the actor carries her, i would headcannon and she was more of a dominate woman than most of the others in the show (obviously).

se-mi met alternative!reader at her tattoo shop (yes i headcannon she has a tattoo/piercing shop let a girl be a girl) i imagine se-mi to be completely mesmerized by alternative!reader, loving how she carried herself and especially her sense of style.

you walked in the tattoo shop with a smile on your face, the scent of tobacco and caramel candles filled your mind. the song “helena” by my chemical romance was blasting a bit louder than it should’ve, but who were you to complain. you made your way towards the reception desk as your eyes were drawn to the pierced woman with dark, short hair. you felt yourself getting a bit more nervous, before getting pulled out of ur thoughts by a woman’s voice. a deeper voice.

“hello, are you coming in for a tattoo or piercing today?”

god, her voice was even better than you thought it was. and her slightly muscular arms had you feeling feral on the inside.

“uh— just a tattoo please.” you said, giving her a slight smile and a nod.

“alright, follow me then.” she said as she walked from behind the desk, leading you towards a tattoo station.

when the two of you got comfortable, she began to ask you questions about what you wanted, but you almost forgot to answer her as you were too busy looking at her hands setting up the equipment.

“what kind of tattoo are you looking for today, gorgeous?” she said, letting out a tiny chuckle as she teased you. to be honest, you were a bit nervous after she just called you gorgeous, but regardless, you pulled out your phone and went to your camera roll, showing her a few pictures of what you wanted.

“do you think you could do any of these for me?” you said as you faced the phone towards her, occasionally swiping to the next picture.

the pictures you showed her

as you were showing her the inspiration, you couldn’t help but feel her hand against yours as she looked at the pictures, making your heart flutter a bit.

“yeah, of course, which shoulder were you thinking sweetie?”

“i— um the right shoulder would be fine…” you said, your nerves skyrocketing as she kept calling you these different nicknames while looking at you with those deep brown eyes, a permanent smirk on her face.

“no need to be nervous honey, i won’t hurt you.” she said as she chuckled to herself, making a mental note of the tattoo designs before handing you back your phone.

“now, is this the first tattoo you’ve gotten?” she ask, reaching for her gloves.

“no, it’s actually not.. i have a few tiny ones, but i wanted something bigger this time, if you couldn’t tell.”

“it’s alright, i like doing more bigger and bolder tattoos on people anyways.” she said, reassuring you with a smile as you felt her hand touch the sleeve of your shirt, pulling it up so she can fully see your shoulder. she looked back down at her setup before reaching for a numbing pad, rubbing it on your shoulder before putting her free arm around your back, her hand resting at your waist. was this her way at flirting? it definitely had to be. she tossed the used numbing pad in the trash as she reached for her tattoo needle, turning my it on and dipping it in her black ink.

“this may sting a bit.” she said as she put the needle directly onto your shoulder, the latex of the glove being cold on your skin.

she was right; it did sting a bit, but you didn’t try to express it, letting out a hiss once in a while as you felt her work.

while watching her work on your tattoo you couldn’t help but stare at her when she was in such concentration, the tiniest smile on your face as you looked at her.

she caught you once though; was she mad? absolutely not. “staring? don’t worry darling, it’s normal.” she said, pulling you out of your trance as you gave her a slight awkward smile as she dipped into her ink to create more color.

the two of you continued to talk and laugh your whole appointment, not a single dry moment was shared between the two of you guys. the two of you clicked a bit too well for your liking. the two of you enjoyed the same music, the same clothing style, hobbies, and exchanging childhood numerous memories. by the time your appointment ending, the two of you have already shared names, ages, and numbers.

“alright, we’re done angel.” she said with a smile on her face as she moved her rolling chair o it of the way, as it was in the view of the mirror, letting you get a complete look before she wrapped it.

you were completely in awe, i mean, this was exactly what you asked for. she admired it for a bit as you continued to praise the tattoo and her work.

“i love it, this is exactly what i asked for! this looks amazing.” you said with a smile on your face that made her crack a grin before standing up from her chair as grabbing some plastic wrap to protect the tattoo.

“i’m glad you liked it, babydoll. i tried my hardest to make you as pleased as possible.” she said with a smirk on her face as she bang to wrap your tattoo, her arms getting quite the workout, flexing her arm muscles as she worked.

you couldn’t help but stare at her arms as she put the protective wrap around your tattoo, her face completely concentrated.

she caught you again, but you didn’t seem to notice and she didn’t say anything either, letting it a tiny chuckle as she finished wrapping your tattoo.

“alright, we’re done here, follow me to the front so we can pay for your service.” she said as she threw away the used gloves in a nearby trash can, leading you to the front desk with a smile on her face.

you were definitely not finding a new tattoo artist anytime soon.

[ach-sss-no]

Art fight relaxed their rule on submitting fan AU designs of copyrighted/canon characters this year. i am punishing them for it

I focused in on the most nonsensical things i do with this character in an attempt to prove as strongly as I could that this is suitably AU to fit within the terms of service. if I am mistaken about that someone is going to have to take the step of reporting me for posting cringe ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[arminthada]

Okay, so the original post you wrote has been a while and I saw it by ghost-reading (this is when I read someone's blog without signing into Tumblr. I'm only signed in on a specific browser on my laptop to prevent mindless scrolling).

If I recall correctly, you mentioned being ready to protect a Thai actor because he's some BL actor but is married to a wife (or has a girlfriend). That reminded me of an incident my best friend told me while we were chatting.

She said there was this time when two pairs of BL actors (she coded them as Pair A + B, and Pai C +D since I don't know them and their names weren't the point) got massively flacked by fans because B kissed C on camera when the four friends were hanging out. Fans apparently saw it as a betrayal of the "BL pairing," even though all four of them were just vlogging their activities not as characters they play.

I wanna know more about this phenomenon out of curiosity!

Is it as common as my best friend put it? Or is she just unlucky enough to be caught in such a storm?

Why do fans think this way, when these are just actors and not the real characters? Is it similar to the issue of fans of Kpop, Jpop, or even Cpop artists who cannot accept their idols marrying or dating anyone?

What do the companies hiring or signing these actors do to mitigate such an issue/protect their actors?

Or... Do the companies cash in on this sort of fanatic fervor, such that they encourage fans to believe this illusion, or mandate their actors to uphold such an illusion even when they are being themselves outside of acting?

How does an incident like this usually get resolved?

What are the major stances of Thai BL fans on this issue? Not all of them support this sort of fervor, right?

Lastly: what do you think, personally, is central to this sort of incident?

Sorry if it sounds like some college assignment, but I really wanna know what you think! I'm so curious as an outsider to all of this...

Thanks!!!

Hiiiii Lyn \(￣︶￣*\))

You have no idea how happy I am to receive this ask because I've been wanting to talk about that couple incident that you're referring to since forever but I've never gotten the chance to properly collect my thoughts about it. Thank you for allowing this opportunity to ramble about this and for your very introspective questions.

So firstly to give some context to it, I think it's a bit more important to cover some background information of the two pairings that you're talking about.

OffGun and TayNew are some of the oldest pairings in GMMTV. They are known to all be good friends with each other (if not to say they're each other best friends). They've all done non-BL works with different actors but in terms of promotions, OffGun and TayNew have always been regarded to be the 'pillars' of GMMTV (their company) branded pairings.

Even though the four people are close with each other, Tay is particularly close with Gun (and this is public fact known by everyone who follows them), often teasingly calls each other pet/master and have some hangouts/vacations with just them two.

In the case of TayGun, I think their playful kiss being caught unexpectedly on livestream caused so much reactions was because it's a private moment between them. BL fans are too used with using private moments (re:clips of casual skinship between actors during work events and non-work livestream) to prove the existence of their closeness or togetherness -> so when New accidentally turned his camera to show Gun playfully kissing Tay during livestream, I think many (outraged) fans falsely equated that TayGun kissing in private like that means they're romantically involved to a certain degree.

Even though Tay has come out to explain that it isn't the case and that Gun was just playfully teasing him, there were still so much flacks thrown his way. Even with clarifications from both sides, you can basically see from the comments section of these Tiktoks (1, 2, 3, 4) that there is a considerable portion of OffGun and TayNew upset and disappointed (even though there is no reason to). I'll just translate some of the Vietnamese ones because those are the comments that show up first for me.

For those who follow [OffGun], you'll already know that Gun has been avoiding skinship from Off since 2022, fans used to think that he was shy but now we get it 🥲

10 years is just a number =)))))) (t/n: OP is insinuating that OffGun has been fooling their fans for 10 years)

What kind of 'friends' kiss each other on the lips?!

Now I can't watch OffGun series anymore 😇 Can they please give us a TayGun series ����

Have I been blind all this time because how can everything has been so clear yet I still don't know it 🥲🥲🥲

Is it as common as my best friend put it? Or is she just unlucky enough to be caught in such a storm?

I think it's both common and not. So 'common' is in the sense that whenever one half of a branded pairing or 'koojin' is close and intimate with another person or displaying any possibilities of them being involved with said person in real life, it always trigger these reactions from shipper fans to immediately deny that possibilities or to attack the actors in the branded pairing as if they have 'deceived' their fans.

This has infinitely lessened in recent years with actors actively taking a stance against their fans harrassing their colleagues over ships but in general we still see it now and then with popular/rising/active ships or inactive ships but with astronomically huge fandoms (see: reactions of brightwin fans to bright's dating news).

I'm also saying it's uncommon for 'two halfs of two different popular BL pairings to get rumored to be together' but in 2024, it has already happened twice so who knows what's real really 😅 Aside from the case of TayNew/OffGun, there's also the case of actors Mew and Tul (who were both parts of ships with HUGE fandoms MaxTul and MewGulf) confirming their in real life relationship but their news was more well received internationally as neither of their old ships have been active in having series together for a while (i still see flacks for both of them here and there but that's because i'm vietnamese and vietnamese negative reactions are always the ones i see first to any dating news of one half of a BL pairing).

Why do fans think this way, when these are just actors and not the real characters? Is it similar to the issue of fans of Kpop, Jpop, or even Cpop artists who cannot accept their idols marrying or dating anyone?

I think there are several reasons like actors and companies contributing to the delusions of shipper fans and fans not being able to separate real life actors from the characters they play on screen, which have been extensively discussed in these Reddit threads (1, 2) so I won't delve into them. I'll just focus on a common reason i've seen from vietnamese fans being the combination of emotional and financial investment in these ships.

Similar to Kpop, Jpop or even Cpop idols as you've mentioned, there's a large degree of parasocial relationship involved between a CP/idol and their fans. Rather than the Kpop idol feeding fans the delusion of them being an attractive yet attainable, relatable, single person, these 'koojins' offer CP fans the image of a beautiful friendship/'will they/won't they'/'ambiguous more than friends, less than lovers' relationship -> so once there is a strong emotional attachment to the actors who are part of a pairing, fans will inevitably have strong feelings about their romantic life aka whether the CP is really together or not.

Even though branded pairings or 'love teams' have been an age old phenomenon since the dawn of television (not just in Southeast Asia but in Hollywood as well), I think this phenomenon has flourished particularly in Southeast Asia with many successful stories of actors having on-screen to off-screen real life romances (see: KathNiel in the Philippines, NadechYaya in Thailand...)

What do the companies hiring or signing these actors do to mitigate such an issue/protect their actors? and How does an incident like this usually get resolved?

I think one of the most interesting things about Thailand entertainment industry is that it's so easy for celebrities to sue people for online defamation. So rather than making any statements to 'save' their branded pairings or to resolve any confusion, the company doesn't do anything (which I understand because the artists are already clarifying themselves to the nosy press about any 'possible scandals that happened'). In the case that online commenters are getting too toxic, the artists can just screenshot the toxic tweets/posts, send them to the company's legal department and those defamation cases get resolved by the police.

But even then, that hasn't really stopped fandoms that are too large in size, too delusional in mind to do the crazy things they do even after a branded pairing has stopped working together, such as showing up at the fanmeeting of one actor, wearing masks of the other actor in that inactive ship. In this case, the company can't do anything since... well those people paid to attend the fanmeeting and get a photo with their idol. The most a company could do is probably to 'officially announce the ending of the ship' but... their comments section are still full of obsessed fans til this day so i doubt that announcement made any difference to the fully obsessed and delusional cp fans.

Or... Do the companies cash in on this sort of fanatic fervor, such that they encourage fans to believe this illusion, or mandate their actors to uphold such an illusion even when they are being themselves outside of acting?

Companies have always generated as much revenue from brand endorsement, brand promotions fanmeetings, concerts, selling merchs of these pairisings as they do from producing and airing these series if not more, so I've also felt a sense of these companies capitalizing upon their branded pairings and the volatileness of delusional fans.

If you're interested here and here are two interviews with P'Tha, the CEO of GMMTV company which TayNew and OffGun are under, I think his sharings in these interviews are very insightful into how the companies view these branded pairings (the main source of income for these companies basically).

I wouldn't say that the companies mandate or force their actors to act a certain to create an illusion of an ambiguous/are they aren't they ship for any branded pairings, but i DO think that being in an environment where two people (who are part of a branded pairing) are constantly being shipped or teased by co-workers and sometimes even the ceo himself... that does make shipper fans more delusional than they normally would. it's like as if you were in a class and everyone around you start shipping two people or pushing two people to be together, you'd be questioning what the others know about those two that you don't... it's 'sus' as the cp fans will say 😂

What are the major stances of Thai BL fans on this issue? Not all of them support this sort of fervor, right?

I think there's all sorts of opinions that pops up whenever there's news of someone dating surfaces, there are no consensus on it because the feelings of the fans rely largely on how emotionally invested they are in the actors/real people. There are fans who will take the news harder (feeling tricked, deceived, all that jazz) and there are also fans who will feel like 'oh that's normal' or they would rejoice in the happiness of their favorite actor having an in real life parner. Also it's probably important to note that the stance of Thai BL fans do not necessarily align with the stance of general Thai audience, for example when Thai actor Bright revealed his girlfriend Nene, basically the entire Thai netizen is supportive of him whereas his previous branded pairing fans are divided between supporting him and feeling 'betrayed' by this reveal.

Lastly: what do you think, personally, is central to this sort of incident?

Personally, I think it's fans' expectations. Similar to what Monk Dol told Dear about not holding on to things too tightly, I think fans often hold on to the romantic stories portrayed on screen more strongly than they do with non-romantic stories. Therefore, the reality of an actor having a real life partner often dispels this illusion of a 'screen-to-life' romance stories that fans may have concocted in their mind for any pairings not limited to whether they are in queer love or straight love stories.

I feel like it's just much easier for fans of straight pairings to move on since they don't get paired repeatedly as leads together every 1-2 years and they often don't have couples' work (like promoting brands togethers...) long after the ending of their series together, contrasting with branded pairings in BL/GL series who still get brands work together after the ending of their series -> allowing their "ship" fanbase to grow and the fans to have even larger expectations of the actors to have future works together.

Again it might be a lot of me to ask that these dedicated fans not to have expectations (which may eventually lead to their own suffering) because logically these fans do pour in not just emotional investment but also like HUGE financial investment so having expectations are really inevitable ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ perhaps they should watch สาธุ and learn to let go of having any expectations for a ship or an idol which will benefit all parties involved 😅

Anyhow before I end this, please let me ramble and promote my beloved actor, JJ Krissanapoom whom you've mentioned first in your ask.

JJ Krissanapoom is a prolific Thai actor whose works I've followed really early on in my journey of Thai media consumation. He's starred in works of different genres and he's had queer love-adjacent projects before like Diary of Tootsies (with Paopetch aka Monk Ekkachai in สาธุ) and Great Men Academy (with James Teeradon aka Win in สาธุ).

But JJ has been in a highly publicized long term relationship with his girlfriend Thanaerng for seven years now, so I have no fears/worries about the reception of Thai fans to his upcoming queer love work Spare Me Your Mercy.

That being said, I'm still very worried about any negative reactions from delusional shippers because even if the actors have nothing to insinuate that they're together or even if they're both actors with in real life partners, the delusional fans always have the following comment templates to bash the drama/actors

I can't see the chemistry between the actors, probably because they both have girlfriends.

Why is the actor posting pictures with his girlfriend instead of promoting his own series?!!?

Why does the actor have an event with his girlfriend rather than an event with his co-star??!?!?!?

things like these... i'm already expecting.... and praying they won't happen... also if they do... i wouldn't be very surprised... and i'm actually very parasocially attached to jj and thanaerng's irl relationship so i feel like i'm even extra protective of their relationship than i already do.

and i'm definitely going off track here... but yes i'm very much looking forward to having jj krissanapoom on my screen again, in this BL series about a cop solving a series of murders of dying patients, to which his doctor boyfriend is the no.1 suspect of.

and here's a cute recent clip of all three people jaylerr, gun and tay to end my lengthy incoherent ramble

[crossbackpoke-check]

Looks like that video is about a month & a half after The Trade and trevors broken ankle 😣

re: this video… anon 😭 i had suspicions but it is so much worse to have them confirmed that really was like. trevor’s first Public Appearance without jamie AND post-broken ankle which is traumatic in and of itself no wonder every beat reporter was like ‘oh yeah trevor’s just devastated’

wouldn’t you be miserable too if your best friend just got traded and your body betrayed you and what if it was maybe all your fault!!!

[meamiki]

hi i know it has been quite a bit since ive been here but i am doing artfight again this year :thumbsup:

(link to profile right here!)

[sweetdreamscafe]

sialia@krampus "losing a family member.... it's thankfully not something i've experienced, but i do have that fear a lot, so i can kind of understand what you feel. if it WAS somehow possible for you to see your son again... what would you hope his life would be like now?"

A peak back at the cafe, where Noel gets a little help remembering something.

scalding hot!

[freddyyeti]

Hi guys,

[crestoflames]

What do you think of MC x Wayne? The devs' most favorable pairing above all the characters, in spite of Stella being the #1 popular Li. Isn't he supposed to be our otp for the main player? I know that you don't seem very fond of Wayne lately because of how he feels and treats your main Li, especially how he is going to feel about that character's unfortunate outcome in one of the bad endings involving a character's death? Also, who will you romance if you are not together with Reese? Oscar or Stella, perhaps?

gotta be honest, this feels like bait.

first off - i’m so confused by a lot of this. i don’t think the devs ever said mc x wayne was their favorite pairing, or that it was supposed to be an otp for the player character??? the way the game works is that there is no “otp” for the player character - you can choose to romance whoever you want, or no one at all; it’s all dependent on your individual playthrough.

second - i don’t really think ive said that the reason i dislike wayne is because of how he treats reese. i mean, that definitely doesn’t help, but my main beef with him is how he treats the MC. he acts like you’re an idiot who can’t make decisions for yourself (but only if you make decisions he doesn’t agree with - very controlling) and denies the MC autonomy by refusing to listen when they tell him to stop doing things, like following them around or threatening to hurt their friends (which, in the case of reese, he actually goes through with). he’s also just an asshole, and i don’t enjoy the way he talks about a lot of people and creatures.

in general, his behavior and personality remind me of creepy asshole guys i’ve had to deal with in my past, and it kind of baffles me when people try and paint him as a good guy. he’s not meant to be a good guy. i think a lot of people know that and that’s why they’re drawn to him (and i get it bc i have plenty of villains i love lol), but I’ve seen just as many people who act like it would be crazy to want to get away from Wayne and the best course of action is to let him have full control and “protect” you all the time. like, if you want that for your playthrough, that’s great, go for it. but i take umbrage with the idea that it’s an objective reality that everyone needs to accept.

now, all this is to say that i do think he’s a well written character. i like him as an antagonist and i think the devs did a great job of creating him in a way that elicits real fear. love him as a character, but despise him when i’m actually experiencing the game as MC, and when people act like I’m committing a crime by disliking him and i need to change my opinion. everyone seems to get it when you say you hate sybil, but if you say you don’t like wayne, people act like you’ve confessed to murder.

moving away from that rant, this message is just baffling in general lmao. quickly addressing most everything else - i’m fine with the concept of mc x wayne, everyone can ship what they want, it’s just not for me, and i dont want to be told that it is the “canon route/best route” and everyone should love it and choose it or whatever. ive never really talked about stella so idk where you got that i would want to romance her??? she’s one of the characters im just not attracted to bc she’s not my type. i will always choose reese in every playthrough bc i feel like im abandoning or betraying him if I don’t, but if I couldn’t choose him, I would choose oscar, followed by kaneeka.

i’m hoping this is enough to end any more questions from you, because if you come back with more bait/troll type messages, I’ll probably just block.

[random-chaos-and-stuff]

Silly Game Time: The literal night sky announced via its Spot(stars)ify account that it will be releasing a new constellation. Very exciting! What or who do you think it should be?

I think it should be either another dog-based constellation (specifically one where it has an open mouth and is facing the moon like it’s trying to catch/eat the moon), a heart, or perhaps the William (Bill Cipher) constellation from the Book of Bill.

[cerbreus]

meeting w the transfer admin went well!

[happi-dreams]

do u plan on opening commissions :o

Helloooo!!

not at the moment! I have sixth form going on currently and I want to focus my energy on that on the moment, though afterwards I think doing commissions would be fun! :D

[lususnatura]

🎤 🎤 🎤

a song that i associate with my muse meme!

AHH, hey, ramone!! thank you for sending in this prompt :D since you sent in three of the mic's, i shall now be treating you to three songs that make me think of blamore when i hear them / that i associate with it. an explanation of why i chose them will be in the tags <3

hozier - who we are.

icehouse - crazy.

depeche mode - personal jesus.