#sky scenarios

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"I like him. I've never told it to him?"

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Summary: When the heart knows he is the one, why hesitate? Who knows if things could go as how's we expect. If we don't pursue what we want, then we'll end up regretting not trying it. So is the story of Y/N and Lee Felix.

Pairing: CoworkerFelix X CoworkerY/N

Genre: Coworkers to lovers, a slight hint of angst, mentions of alcohol, drunk confessions.

Note: The Felix or the other members mentioned here are no where related to the idol Stray Kids and are just a fictional character. Minors DNI please!!!

'Y/N, I'm finally happy.. your hard work has paid off finally. Lee Felix you better treat my bestfriend properly, else no matter what, I'll fly from Netherlands to beat you up.' said Sunny, Y/N's best friend. Y/N and Sunny were friends since high school, the different majors brought the friends even more closer. And 11 years, they still were best friends. 'Y/N, why do you have such a best friend?' asked Felix with a scrunched face. 'Remember I am her first husband, she used to talk about you every now and then when she started her career.' Sunny said, to which Felix made fun of her face.

Just a few minutes Y/N and Felix would officially become husband and wife. Thoughts flooded Y/N's mind. She thought what would have happened had she not had the courage to speak out her mind to her parents and Felix.

*****

3 years ago, Y/N had just then graduated out of engineering school. She landed a job.. Being new to the corporate world, she felt like a fish lost in the sea. Thanks to her coworkers, she started shining much than an average person would. As months passed by, she got used to other teammates and she learnt a lot from people around her. Being not just the youngest, she was really pretty. There were times people said it right to her face that she was pretty, while there were others who asked about her through her coworkers. But of all the people, Y/N's eyes searched only for one person, Lee Felix. Felix was another colleague of hers where she didn't know he existed until she saw him at some office event. Until then Y/N who never knew what love at first sight was, knew she wanted to live the rest of her life with him. Y/N brought up in an orthodox family had a lots of conditions when it came to her marriage. Her parents didn't want their daughter's heart to be broken by a random stranger and hence, never allowed her to date anyone. She knew the conditions of her parents, and that's what reminded her the first thing. She tried to befriend him. As days passed, she tried hiding her crush for Felix and started to accept him as her friend. But who knows what went into Felix's head, when the whole workplace called her pretty, he didn't find her so. She tried her maximum to just stay as friends, but there was no interest from his side. Y/N cried a lot of days thinking if she was at fault, but then Sunny told her that she would definitely find someone who treats her the way she deserves to. There did happen a few instances where the actions of Felix brought some hope to Y/N. This was when Y/N was dressed so nice for a festival, when both Y/N and Felix met at the airport, when they met at the coffee shop etc., But for every 1 step Felix moved ahead, he took 10 steps backward. Y/N who was tired of all this decided to focus on her career. One fine day when Y/N had to move to some other floor for work, Felix who saw her in the hall way asked her where her team was as she was not found anywhere. This indeed sparked a flicker of hope in Y/N, but then it was completely doused off. She vowed never to fall for that guy again.

Few months later, Y/N saw herself working for some other company at a different city. Not a single day passed by without the thought of Felix. She tried to forget him but was of no use. In order to redeem herself, she started going on blind dates. Every guy she met unintentionally made her think about Felix. Sunny was always there for Y/N anytime and every time she needed her, not just as a best friend, but an advisor too.

Eventually Y/N's parent's decided to get her married off. Her parents being considerate enough of her asked her if she had anyone on her mind. Y/N at that point felt she shouldn't miss this last chance and said, 'I have a person in my mind. I like him. I've never told it to him, but I don't want to regret not telling it to him' saying so, she texted Felix after 2 years to meet him at the coffee shop they used to run into. Felix who was in his mid 20s when Y/N met him, was now almost hitting his late 20's. She never thought he would become this handsome. After exchanging pleasantries, Y/N came straight to the point. 'Listen Lee Felix, I fell for you the day I met you, it was love at first sight. I was not sure if you would like me back hence I never confessed it to you, but I'm pretty sure you're not so dense to understand what goes on a girl's mind. I'm not sure if you have a girlfriend now, but I'm pretty sure I'd regret my whole life if I don't let you know at least now. My parents are seeking alliance for me, I told them I like a guy but he doesn't know it yet. That's it.. I'm not expecting anything else from you, because you've already hurt my feelings with your push and pull game. I've conveyed whatever I want to. Thanks for coming.' saying so Y/N left with tears.

That night to celebrate her return back to the town, her friends arranged a girls night. Y/N didn't expect so much of a reply from Felix, at least she thought he would have something to say. The girls seeing their youngest so sad, decided to cheer up and play the apt game. In the due course of time Y/N got so drunk that she lost sense and all she did was just call Felix in the middle of the night bawling asking him why he didn't like her. For the first time ever, she poured all the things that Felix himself didn't realise he had done. The call went for an hour and later when Y/N stopped talking Felix cut the call and texted her to meet him at 12 in the afternoon at the usual coffee shop they meet.

Y/N who woke up the next day with a hangover was horrified over what she did. Seeing Felix's text added to her worries. But she somehow managed to make it to meet him by 12 at the destined place. 'I'm sorry for whatever I said yesterday, I never meant it. If I had spoken ill of you somehow I apologise for that.. I was...' before she could finish the lines, Felix went closer to her and sealed her with a kiss. A flabbergasted Y/N blinked twice and kept mum. 'Y/N, you were the prettiest in the office, trust me I was not sure what a pretty girl wanted with me so I didn't want to get ahead of myself. In fact the times you spoke to me, I felt quite annoyed, but I kind of understood it only when you left me. The first year, I didn't even focus on my work and my manager said she was sure I was missing you. She was the one who made me realise, that I was in love with you even when you were here as she had seen us. She said I've never seen you talking so happily to anyone except that girl.She told me to take time but come back to work. I took a week's time but still I couldn't forget you either. I was hoping to talk to you but I couldn't gather the courage to. When you had called me yesterday to meet me, a part of me was so excited while another part of me prayed that you wouldn't want to meet me to give your wedding invitation. I knew how stupid I was and how much you were mad for me with your drunk confessions. I'm really sorry for making you to wait. I don't know how to propose, but I want you to be my wife and us to live a happy life raising kids. We can be the best parents, and the best couple.' Felix said. 'Says the man who says he can't propose' said a tearing Y/N.

*****

'Y/N, Y/N say something.... ' said Felix. 'Sorry what?' she asked. The vows..' he said. 'You know what? I feel the proudest. I don't think I need to achieve anything else, when I have you' said Y/N pulling him into a deep kiss as they exchanged vows...

Let me know if you need a Part 2.

A question to all readers, had the main character not been Felix and was just a commoner, would you guys consider this guy's traits to be toxic?

[martincrushcameback]

There's an alternate universe somewhere in which TSFTSR Martin is rescued but isn't able to have his suit deactivated.

[empiireans]

maybe next time, mothy [more vv]

rip mothy

[yudidoodles]

I knowwww this probably isn't how this bit is meant to be read but like,,, its very funny that when asked "how do flirt" they reply with how they treat each other

[parkitrighthere]

TEASER

• TITLE: Under The Blue Sky (Tangled In Love And Destiny Series)

• PAIRING: CEO!Yoongi x Accountant!Reader

• GENRE: Romance, Grumpy X sunshine, CEO au, fluff (?), love at first sight

• WORD COUNT: 5k+

• TRIGGER WARNING: This story explores themes of love at first sight, identity concealment, and the clash of personalities between two contrasting characters. It delves into the complexities of their budding relationship as they navigate misunderstandings and attraction. The narrative includes mature content, including explicit scenes and sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.

• SUMMARY: Yoongi, the grumpy CEO, never believed in love at first sight—until he saw you on a rainy street. He kept his identity hidden, but when you moves in next door, things start to get complicated. Your sunshine personality clashes beneath the surface, sparks fly. Can your sunshine essence melt his cold heart, or will both of your differences will drive you apart?

• a/n: This story is entirely a work of fiction and is the sole property of @parkitrighthere. The characters, events, and scenarios depicted are products of the imagination and are not intended to represent or reflect real-life situations, nor do I wish for anything portrayed here to occur in reality. I kindly ask that my work not be copied, translated, or reposted as your own on this or any other platform, including YouTube. Please respect the effort and originality behind this piece. Thank you for your understanding and support.

a/n: I'm not tagging anyone here since it’s just a little teaser, but don’t worry if you’re on the taglist—I’ll definitely tag you when UBS1 is ready to go (which shouldn’t take too long… hopefully 🙈). Thanks for being patient with me, you’re the best!

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You slouched back on your couch, the exhaustion from yesterday’s move still weighing on your bones, but there was a sense of satisfaction that kept you from fully collapsing. Your eyes swept over the apartment—every box was finally unpacked, every corner now arranged to your liking. As tiring as it had been, the sight of your new home made it all feel worth it. You let out a long, relieved breath and let your head fall back against the couch, closing your eyes. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of your lips. The scent of room freshener—lilies and jasmine—clung to the air, soothing your senses as the cool breeze from the balcony slipped through the open door, brushing against your bare arms. A shiver danced down your spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps, but it only made you smile more, the chill somehow comforting.

It was strange, though, sitting here in this quiet space, feeling the weight of everything that had brought you back to Seoul after so many years. The city had a familiar coldness to it, something that you had once known and yet felt so distant now. Eight years in Busan, away from the hustle and memories of this place, and now you were back. It all felt like a dream, an impossible twist in the story of your life. But life was nothing if not unexpected. You had learned that lesson early—how everything could change in an instant, how things could shift and crumble, and how the paths you thought you were meant to take often led you somewhere completely different.

A bitter chuckle escaped your lips, but it was hollow. The memories you carried with you felt heavy, like weights tied to your chest, and the loneliness that had crept into your life felt more pronounced now that you were here, in this new chapter. It was funny, you thought—how at one point, your life had been full. Full of people, of laughter, of noise. And then, somewhere along the way, you lost that. You lost them. You lost pieces of yourself too, chasing after things you thought you wanted, only to find that when you caught them, they weren’t what you needed. And those things you lost, those connections, those moments... you would never get them back. Only regrets remained, settling into the quiet corners of your mind.

But that was life, right? You had so many regrets, so many things you wished you had done differently, but you were still here, still smiling, still breathing. Because it was life. And life didn’t care if you understood it or not. You had learned that much over the years.

A soft, rueful sigh left your lips, your eyes fluttering open as you stared at the ceiling. A memory crossed your mind, one that had stayed with you: "It's all in your head. Control it before it controls you." A piece of advice from someone who meant well, but who could never understand what it felt like to be stuck in the chaos of your own thoughts. Young you had thought it was profound. Wise. But now, now you understood it in a way that had nothing to do with wisdom. It was a struggle. The battle between your mind and your emotions, between wanting to control it all and knowing that you couldn’t.

The clock on the wall ticked steadily, its hands creeping closer to eight. Then, a sudden ding-dong of the doorbell sliced through the silence, jolting you from your thoughts. You blinked, disoriented, a frown pulling at your brows. “Who could it be...?” The words escaped your lips in a whisper, the confusion lingering as you glanced at your phone, only to toss it back onto the couch, your focus now entirely on the door.

You got to your feet, the motion slow, almost hesitant, as if your body hadn’t fully caught up to the change in pace. With deliberate steps, you made your way toward the door. Standing before the door, you paused for just a second, your hand hovering over the handle before you unlocked it. Just enough to peek your head out.

And there, standing on the other side, was a sight that left your heart skipping a beat. A man, impeccably dressed in a tuxedo, his hair styled with effortless precision. A stray lock fell across his forehead.

He looked... familiar. But not in the way you could place him, more in a way that tugged at the edges of your memory, like a faint echo of something. You frowned slightly, brows furrowing as you tried to remember where you’d seen him before. But you couldn’t quite grasp it. How could you forget a face like that?

He was stunning—his features sharp yet gentle, his lips full and soft. There was a youthful roundness to his face that made him look so effortlessly cute, and something about his presence made your chest tighten. His smile—oh, that smile—was a slow, knowing curve of his lips, and suddenly, you felt the urge to reach out, to pinch his cheeks, as ridiculous as that thought was. It was as if his smile held the power to disarm you completely, leaving your heart fluttering like it was caught in a soft breeze.

You stood frozen for a moment, unsure of what to say or do, just staring up at him as your stomach twisted into knots.

"Hi!" he whispered, his voice soft. He gave a small, playful bow, his movements smooth. His eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and amusement, and his lips curled into a smile that was warm, disarming.

You blinked, still taken aback, and pulled the door open fully, your own response a little stiff as you bowed your head in return. Your hands hung by your sides, awkward, unsure of what to do next. You gave a small nod, the movement barely noticeable. It was more instinct than anything else.

"You live here?" he asked, his words filled with a strange mixture of confidence and confusion. It wasn’t the kind of confusion that showed doubt, but more like he was piecing something together in his mind. It was almost like a game to him, the way his brows furrowed playfully.

You nodded again, not trusting your voice just yet. His gaze was intense, but in a way that made you want to stay just a moment longer. His smile widened, slow and deliberate, like he was letting it spread across his face just for you to see.

"You need something?" You finally managed, your words polite, but your posture tense. It was hard not to be wary. Men, you thought. You knew better. They were nothing but trouble, a lesson you had learned the hardest way. The memories of it still lingered in your chest like an old bruise.

He tilted his head slightly, the smile never faltering. "Oh! Actually, you must have ordered food, right?" His voice was light, almost playful, yet his words felt oddly innocent. He didn’t seem like a creep, nor did he look like a delivery guy. He looked... out of place in a way that didn’t sit right with you.

You nodded, still unsure of how this was going to play out. You gave him another once-over, a little more deliberate this time. From head to toe, he was wrapped in luxury—designer clothes that probably cost more than your rent. You couldn’t even name half the brands, but you could tell from the sharp cut of his suit and the way he carried himself that he wasn’t some lowly delivery guy.

There was no way. No way in hell. Not a chance. He couldn’t be. Not in a billion years.

"And?" You prompted, still trying to piece together what was happening.

"Oh! Yeah. Yeah," he started, his words tumbling out quickly, almost like he couldn’t catch his breath. "Actually, the delivery guy dropped your order at my friend’s place. I was about to open it, but fortunately, I checked the bill attach to it and saw the address." He handed you the paper bag with a slight flick of his wrist.

You were so distracted by his presence, by the way his smile tugged at his lips and the gleam in his eyes, that you didn’t even notice the bag in his hand at first. You stood there, your fingers instinctively clutching the handle of the bag. A sudden rush of awareness hit you, and you looked back up at him, a sense of confusion swirling in your chest.

"Thank you...," you muttered, still trying to gather your thoughts, but your words trailed off when he interrupted, a touch of offense in his tone.

"Jimin," he corrected quickly, his brow furrowing slightly, a blush creeping up his neck. His lips curled into a playful, almost teasing smile, as though he found the whole situation amusing. "Jimin Park.”

The name hit you like a cold splash of water. Your eyes widened in shock as recognition struck you hard. Jimin Park. Of course. How could you not have known? He was everywhere—the notorious, high-profile director of Jeon Enterprises, always plastered across the media. Whether it was for business deals, lavish parties, or rumors about his playboy lifestyle, he was a constant figure in the spotlight.

You straightened up, an automatic sign of respect. "Thank you, Mr. Park." The words felt strange coming from your lips, like they didn’t quite belong to you. It was hard to act casual in front of someone so... big—someone you had only ever seen in the headlines.

Jimin's gaze softened, but there was still a glint of amusement in his eyes. He seemed to enjoy the moment.

"No. Please, call me Jimin," he said, his voice shifting to a softer, almost shy tone.

You raised an eyebrow, unsure how to respond, but you nodded slowly. "Okay, Jimin," you said, testing the name on your tongue. It felt casual, and for some reason, that made it all the more strange.

"Your the new tenant, right?" His voice practically bubbled with excitement, but you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The way he was looking at you—too keen, too interested—made your skin prickle with unease. You felt your heart beat a little faster. His attention was...too much, too sudden.

"Yes...?" you replied, the uncertainty in your voice betraying the suspicion building in your chest.

"Wow! That's... something," he laughed, his grin widening, but there was a hint of something in his eyes. You weren’t sure if it was curiosity or mischief, but it made the hairs on your neck stand up.

"What you mean?" you asked, tilting your head slightly, trying to make sense of his words.

"Nothing, really! It’s just that this flat has been vacant for years now." Jimin's tone was light, but there was an undercurrent of something deeper. He seemed to be enjoying the effect his words had on you.

Your brow furrowed. "Why? It’s a good one. It even has a pretty view from the balcony," you said, trying to defend your decision. The apartment was beautiful, a perfect little corner in the city. You couldn't understand why someone would leave it empty for so long.

Jimin’s smile faltered, and his eyes dropped for a moment as if he was weighing his next words carefully. Then, his gaze flicked back up to meet yours, a hint of something dark flickering behind his grin. "No, you got it all wrong," he said, voice lowering just a bit. "Actually, it was instructed not to let anyone stay here. So...”

The words hit you like a cold shock, a wave of disbelief crashing over you. You blinked, mouth dry, unable to fully process what he was saying. "What?" The word came out too sharp, too confused. "Why would they do that?”

He shrugged casually, but the tension in his shoulders gave away that this was something more serious. "How would I know? I just do." The casualness didn’t match the weight of his words, and it made your stomach churn. Was he just trying to mess with you? Or was there something more? His easy smile didn’t help ease the growing knot in your chest.

You narrowed your eyes at him, your lips pressing into a tight line. "How do you know?" you asked, your voice low. Your gaze locked onto his, silently daring him to give you some ridiculous explanation.

He leaned in slightly, his smile not faltering, but there was something else now—a slight glint of pride, maybe? "What do you mean? I’m friends with the person who instructed it.”

You scoffed, disbelief dancing in your eyes as you raised an eyebrow. "Who is he?”

"Who else, woman. Min Yoongi, the CEO of Min Corporation.The owner of this freaking building.”

Your breath hitched. Now this conversation was spiraling into territory you hadn’t expected. A nervous laugh bubbled up in your throat, but you swallowed it down quickly. The name Min Yoongi struck you like a bolt. The CEO of one of the most powerful corporations in the country? This was getting ridiculous.

You knew about Min Yoongi. Everyone did. He wasn’t just a person; he was a name, a reputation. No one ever really saw him, though. He stayed out of the spotlight, almost like a ghost. Starting your new job at Min Corporations, it only made sense to know a little about the CEO. Not that you’d gone digging or anything—there wasn’t much to find. He was private, almost obsessively so.

Despite your gut telling you to shut the door and walk away, you stayed rooted to the spot. Your mind screamed for you to let go, but your curiosity was louder. Tomorrow would be your first day at Min Corporation, and you were curious, even though you shouldn't. You could almost taste curiosity in the back of your tongue.

"Why?" you asked before you could stop yourself, the words slipping out before you could think. Shit, you cursed internally. You never knew when to keep quiet.

Jimin’s eyes sparkled with... Something, you couldn't quite place, his lips curving into a grin. "I don’t know," he said, tilting his head slightly, his voice suddenly softer, more gentle. "But I asked him to shift here once, and he told me he loathes noise... and I’m noisy." He chuckled at the last part, his fingers twitching at his side, almost like he was waiting for your response. "Am I?"

You bit back a smile, the words "Yeah, you do seem noisy" on the tip of your tongue, but you swallowed them. He was fun to talk to, and you couldn’t deny it. It had been a while since someone had made you laugh, and it was oddly comforting.

"Jimin-ah" Before you could respond, a deep, calm voice cut through the air, and you froze mid-thought. Jimin’s smile faltered slightly as he turned to face the source of the voice. You followed his gaze, and when your eyes met the man standing at the end of the hall, your breath hitched.

"I swear," Jimin continued, shaking his head as if he was reminiscing about something. "That guy has serious issues. You need to be careful around him."

It’s him.

"Suga, hyung," Jimin greeted, his voice soft, almost in reverence. Suga. The name rolled through your mind, oddly familiar yet strangely comforting, like something you’d always liked without realizing it, and you recognized him instantly. The man standing there was none other than the person who had helped you two days ago—when you were a mess, crying in the rain at that bus stop.

You swallowed hard, your heartbeat picking up speed. It felt like fate had thrown this moment at you, but it wasn’t without its sting. You remembered every second of that breakdown. The humiliation of crying on a street corner, in front of a stranger, no less. And yet, there he was again, but this time, he seemed... Different.

Why wasn’t he looking at you?

Your stomach twisted in discomfort. It wasn’t like you expected him to remember you, but he—of all people—had been there when you were falling apart, and yet, his gaze didn’t meet yours.

It had only been two days.

His attention was fully on Jimin, and you couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment. His eyes narrowed slightly, lips pressing into a firm line. “I told you to wait for me, Jimin-ah,” he said, his voice low and controlled, but there was a trace of irritation under the surface.

Jimin simply waved it off with a dismissive gesture, clearly unbothered. “I was. You’re late,” he said with an air of nonchalance, but his expression shifted to something as he added, “And why are you scolding me?”

Yoongi’s jaw tightened, his fingers tapping against the side of his leg, as though trying to hold his patience. "I told you to wait." His eyes flicked briefly toward you, but quickly away, as if it was an afterthought. The tension in his shoulders, however, told you something more. Anxiety? Was he anxious about something? Was he… waiting for something?

Jimin, still unfazed, pointed to the paper bag with a lazy grin. “I was just handing her this,” he said casually, nodding toward you. “Somebody delivered it at your place, hyung.”

Yoongi didn’t say a word after that. He simply nodded, a sharp, cold motion, before he turned on his heel, starting to drag Jimin toward the apartment next to yours. The air around you felt tense, heavy, almost suffocating. You were still standing there, unable to process the coldness that had overtaken him.

But before they could get too far, Jimin stopped, yanking his arm away from Yoongi with an exaggerated grunt. He turned back to you, flashing that same teasingly sweet smile. “It’s him," Jimin said, a playful glint in his eyes. "Your neighbour and the C—”

“I know him,” you interrupted quickly, your words tumbling out almost desperately.

But Jimin’s eyes widened, surprise crossing his face for just a fraction of a second before he turned to look at Yoongi with a slow, subtle smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Yoongi, however, was already shaking his head, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes not meeting yours. His voice, when it came, was sharp and final, the words cutting through the air like ice. “No,” he said, the simple word leaving no room for any further discussion.

Your heart skipped a beat at his tone. You hadn’t expected it—this abrupt, dismissive coldness. What happened to the guy who helped me? The memory of him offering you his coat, in that rainy street, his voice so soft and understanding, felt like a distant dream now. This Yoongi was nothing like the one you had met two days ago.

You took a step forward, wanting to hold on to the memory of that moment, desperate to remind him. “What?” you asked, the words slipping out before you could stop them. You were shocked, and you couldn’t mask it. “We met. Don’t you remember? Saturday evening—”

“I said I. Do. Not,” Yoongi interrupted, his voice colder than before, each word heavy with finality. His eyes still didn’t meet yours, and his posture was stiff, rigid. The tension between you was unbearable, like an invisible wall had been built between you two in the span of seconds.

Your face burned. The pink on your cheeks deepened with humiliation, your heart sinking. Why was he lying? Why was he denying it so harshly? You tried to hold it together, but your hands trembled at your sides, your breath catching in your throat. Why was he being like this?

How could he be the same person?

The disappointment hit you like a physical blow, and you felt your shoulders sag slightly, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. Your gaze shifted to the ground as your fingers clenched tightly around the paper bag in your hand.

Jimin, who had been standing there quietly, watching the exchange unfold, must have noticed how your face fell. He took a step toward you. He could see it, too—the change in Yoongi. And maybe, just maybe, he could sense your discomfort, but he didn’t know how to fix it.

“It’s okay if he don’t remember,” Jimin said, trying to break the tension, but his words barely landed. His voice, though soft, couldn’t lift the heaviness settling in your chest. “I’ll introduce you both. He’s your neighbor and the C—”

“Building manager,” Yoongi interrupted sharply, his words slicing through the air like a cold wind. His tone left no room for argument. He didn’t even look at you as he spoke, his eyes fixed on Jimin, his hand already gripping his arm with surprising force.

Jimin’s mouth hung open for a moment, clearly caught off guard by Yoongi’s sudden shift. He blinked rapidly, as though trying to process what he’d just heard. “Building manager?” His voice came out more as a question than a statement. His eyebrows shot up, and his mouth snapped shut with a soft click, as if he was trying to hold back the flood of disbelief.

Yoongi didn’t answer him. Instead, he pulled Jimin by the arm, his grip tightening as he dragged him toward the apartment beside yours. The muscles in Yoongi’s jaw flexed as he moved with a strange urgency, his face set in a hard line.

The door slammed shut behind them with a loud thud, the sound echoing in your ears like a final punctuation mark to the whole exchange. The force of it seemed to shake the air around you, the finality of it stinging more than you expected.

You were left standing there, frozen, staring at the now-closed door. Your heart still pounded in your chest, the hurt and confusion twisting inside you like a knot you couldn’t untangle. Building manager?

a/n: Hey, hey, hey, people! Did you survive it? Did you actually like it? Because if you did, please let me know—boost my fragile ego. And if you didn’t, that’s fine too; just rip me apart gently. Feedback makes me feel like a real writer or at least someone pretending to be one. Honestly, I don’t think it was that interesting, but hey, the goal was to post something, right? So yeah, hit me with your thoughts. I'm all ears (and slightly terrified)!

a/n: I know, I know, a lot of you are probably like, ‘Jae, what the hell? Why didn’t he just tell her he’s the CEO? What’s with the secret identity? And why is he so rude?’ Look, I get it. All I can say is: UBS1 is coming soon, so read it and find out. Also, he’s not rude, okay? He’s just... scared Jimin might spill the beans about him being the CEO. That’s it.

[iguessitsjustme]

I love how in Rak's insecure imaginary scenario, Lee was on his side. Like in Rak's worst fears, Fah sides with his parents that he is undeserving, but Lee does not. And that is a true best friend right there. Rak has complete and total trust in how much Lee loves him. I mean it is easier to trust that well established platonic love than his new romantic love even with Fah and how healthy and solid they are. But I still loved it. Even in his nightmare scenario, Rak wasn't entirely alone.

[dr9com9ge-ix]

What If Sunshine Suburbia! Black acted more like Sprunki Mortality! Black?

HI ANON- I don’t know if you know how much Sunshine Suburbia would be affected by Black/Tenebrae not being a complete monster!!! So I hope you’re ready for the entire insane rambling my friends had to hear in a VC after I woke up to this ask!-

(Also for anyone here who somehow doesn’t know/ hasn’t read Sprunki Mortality go GO MY SCARAB, WITNESS IT. It’s great and I love it, Savior does a great job with the art and writing! ^^ and it’d probably help contextualize some of the changes to this particular scenario.)

So- I’m taking this as “He’s more of a tired old man, A bit exasperated by people. But overall kind of a normal reasonable dude.” So this scenario’s Tenebrae is basically!!! A god who is tired of being god and thus is in retirement, ascending the Sun and Moon to be his willing replacements (This happens when the two are adults so they aren’t condemned to being 12 year olds forever- Though that means they outlive their families. Their relationship with Black is akin to master to protégé/ Co-workers.) He’s mostly just minding his own business, There isn’t much of a stigma to knowing his name but he prefers to be left alone. He mostly just messes with his god powers to either have a small harmless kick (Making a stupid looking animal) or fixing small things that bother him and travels about Cacophony (Hitchhiking in people’s shadows)

At some point he ends up in the Spire monastery to check on the cult there because the Sun asked him to and basically found Jevin and his sisters who aren’t treated that well on the account of the sun worship and rituals being prioritized over their well being. (Also a note that in both in this scenario and in the original au that Black meets Jevin when he is around 17/18, with Ceruna the youngest sibling being 15 and Belilah being 20.)

So basically Black went “What the FUCK? Okay no- My kids now and also I’m telling the Sun you’re all out of your damn minds!” and took the siblings with him to go snitch on the cult to The Sun. The cult is disbanded because The Sun told them to knock it off rather than Black massacring people in there.

Now Black is a father of 3 whole kids and The Sun lets them live in the Sunshine Suburbs when it was made (It was made for similar reasons as the baseline au) and at some point in time Jevin finds Sky and adopts him (Also Jev and Sky are both really into biology with Jevin actually becoming a professor.), Ceruna gets married to her girlfriend, And Beliah becomes a Lighthouse keeper— And like… Sky is so much more carefree and gets to be a kid rather than feeling the need to protect his dad / Having severe trust issues.

They’re pretty much a normal family (As normal as they can be-) for like the 40 years Black has spent with them! Maybe at most they all have a bit of a bad habit of swearing like sailors (The mental image of Jevin going “Ah bitchnuggets” in the softest voice as he accidentally drops something.)

I don’t even think horror mode / The eclipse happens in this because he’s literally just a dude! (Unless some outside force comes with a hammer to his family but like really its all just chill I think.)

There’s also alot of other things that get effected by Black being just a chill dude that I haven’t brought up- But I think thats most of the significant changes!

[ghostlyboysstories]

Writeblr introduction!!!

Hi!! I write original works and am happy to ramble about my ocs or writing to anyone who asks(I’m dying to share help-).

You can call me Rufus!(I swear if I get they both die at the end notes from this-)

I’m an adult, but I don’t really do 18+ content besides swearing and innuendo/dark humor. So I’d say my content is rated Mature, but not Explicit.

My pronouns are he/him!

Fun fact, my favorite color is dark neon-ish blue!

Can’t wait to post more original stories here!!

Stay spooky!

[apocalyptic-byler]

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[frownyalfred]

My friend (InditeandRead) and I came up with this for an entirely different scenario like a year ago but I just remembered it and it made me think of Eye in the Sky bc basically everything does at this point lol. Anyway, if the watchtower ever got overwhelmed by some somebodies who've decided to pick a fight and the Regime was in genuine danger of toppling, and right in the middle of the fighting when people are wondering where the fuck their leader is, they look out the window and see Superman rocketing back towards Earth with a pod/vehicle that very obviously holds one Bruce Wayne, how pissed would each member of the Regime League be on a scale from 1 to 10.

I don’t think any of the Senior leadership would be surprised. I’m sure several of them would be furious. A lot would just be resigned. They’ve known where Kal’s loyalties have lied in the last ten years.

Most likely to break out into space and grab Kal by the hair to drag him back kicking and screaming for his cowardice? 100% Diana. This would be the biggest betrayal of all, I think. Having to watch Kal retreat when they fought, prioritize Bruce over the Regime and those who followed him with loyalty. I wouldn’t put it past her to try and kill Bruce right in front of Kal, tbh.

[theangelcatalogue]

❝ Heather, Heather, Heather... ❞ ― YANDERE MIRACULOUS CONCEPT

➜ MIRACULOUS TALES OF LADYBUG AND CHATNOIR

➜ ROMANTIC AND PLATONIC (UP FOR INTERPRETATION)

➜ YANDERES: MARINETTE'S CLASS + LUKA, KAGAMI AND MARC (UP FOR INTERPRETATION)

➜ GENDER NEUTRAL DARLING

➜ TW: POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, LOVESICK BEHAVIOR, KILLING/KILLING MENTION, DISAPPEARANCE MENTION, DEATH/DEATH MENTION, YANDERES, ARGUING, FIGHT/FIGHT MENTIONS, BAD GRAMMAR, BAD ENGLISH AND MADE BY A MINOR! TELL ME IF I FORGOT SOMETHING! ENJOY

(So this is after the end of the season 5, they are 16-17, and now they are a team called " The Zodiac ", i guess that's it?)

F/1= Friend one

F/2= Friend two

Y/N= Your name

(You can pick their name!)

Studying in a new school can be difficult, luckily, but at least your bestfriends came with you! Since your parents and their parents wanted you guys to finish school together, and your previous school was difficult for the three of you... so at least you have them and won't be alone!

It would be better if they didn't complain so much...and argued sometimes

" Why are you so annoying F/2? "

" ME? So i am the annoying one?! "

" Stop arguing! Are we going inside this school or no?! "

" Ugh, whatever...let's go "

You guys get along, but sometimes they just annoy you, it's normal? Be annoyed by your own friends?

You guys go to your new class, the teacher introduces you guys as the new students

F/1

F/2

And Y/N

And you became friends with the WHOLE class somehow, and after months in the class, the obsession hit them like a train

You're so kind, gentle, calm, generous, friendly, every positive trait of the world, you are, the own perfection in person, if anyone search perfection in the dictionary, they bet that person will find a photo of you

And they hate your friends, is not really a question of jealously, in part it is, but more because of how they treated you sometimes

" Shut up Y/N! "

" Is none of your bussines Y/n! "

" Sorry... "

Of course, it had moments when you would scold your friends, but you wouldn't insult them or end your friendship with them, just scold them like a mom would do, you also solved their fights, you are the peacemaker of the group

How they hated when you would pass time with them, how they wish they could protect you from these demons you call friends....

Wait a second...

They are superheroes! They can do this!

So if trying to make you end your friendship with them, blame them of something, or any of these plans they made don't work

Well, don't be surprised if F/2 is reported as missing, and F/1 turn to dust

Don't worry silly! You're safe now!

[skydaemon]

the most fun I can have w kunichuuzai in canon is the idea that, at some point, kunikida reached out to chuuya (or vice versa) for info on dazai and the two started having secret meetings where they exchange information about him. the meetings quickly become hookups with the only information exchange being:

chuuya (smoking, draped in a bedsheet): dazai?

kunikida, lounging shirtless: bastard.

chuuya: (nods) bastard.

and dazai knows NOTHING about it

[oneluckydragon]

“Fool me once, Dusknoir. Fool me twice?” Echo supplies, ice in the bite of her voice, “And you’ll regret it.”

--- --- --- --- ---

ECHO : (Hero)

Abilities: Bad Dreams / Synchronization

Nature: Impish / Quiet

Moveset: Dark Void / Psychic / Alluring Voice / Moonlight

[meimeimeirin]

uve seen muzzle wrio, i give you this

salivating..... i mean what. i mean.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

had the realization that Foul Legacy would absolutely ADORE Natlan's hot springs.

you have to get special permission from the People of the Springs, since they need to let everyone know about the intimidating but completely harmless Abyssal beast splashing around in their waters- thank Archons for Mualani and her ability to handle this situation. once that's covered, though, you and Legacy have a blast soaking in the hot water, letting it seep into your aching bones and muscles and wash away the stress. rarely do you have the time to actually put down your work and take some time of leisure, Legacy even less so because of Childe's Harbinger duties. he's a Hydro user too, so he's perfectly happy with turning over and diving beneath the waves, letting the water roll off of his back and chittering gleefully. occasionally he'll duck under, playfully stalking you before bursting up and showering you with droplets of warm water and mischievous trills and clicks.

he feels like a whale under the water, gliding through the depths of the ocean. perhaps it was like that once, back when he was alone and trapped beneath the world of Teyvat, with only dread birds and shadows to keep him company. the time you enjoy the hot springs is still dark, twilight far behind you. it would scare people a bit less, you reason, if you two take the evening hours rather than the busy, crowded daytime. Foul Legacy doesn't mind. right now, it's just you and him. you, him, and the vast night sky above, twinkling with countless stars. Legacy swims to your side and nuzzles against your shoulder, nudging his head insistently under your chin until you laugh, reaching a hand to bury in his thick coppery hair, and your Abyssal moth monster purrs deeply in the wonderfully warm water.

he feels like a whale, swimming amongst the sea of stars, a brave adventurer by his side to chart them all.

[leaf-in-a-flower-garden]