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theodorenmyth · 1 day ago

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omg i need a part two of people you know (i loved the angst so much aaaa) where she kinda like moves on and gets two new guy friends and kinda “replaces” theo and mattheo and they only realize like oh shit we want her back after she’s already gone and super close doing all the things they used to do with her new friends PLEASEE

People you know. II

Pairings ; Mattheo R. X GN/reader x Theodore N.

Summary; Mattheo and Theodore realize too late that you’ve moved on without them. When they try to reclaim their place in your life, you remind them they were the ones who left first. As you walk away for good, they’re left with the painful truth—they lost you, and you’re never coming back.

A/N ; HSNSJSJSJ 2 POSTS IN A DAY TAHTS INSANE, enjoy luvse :3

Warnings ; angst, possesiveness, regret

Word count ; 900+

They didn’t think it would ever come to this.

Mattheo and Theodore had convinced themselves that no matter how much damage had been done, no matter how deep the wounds had cut, you would always find your way back to them. You always had before.

But not this time.

This time, you had replaced them.

It wasn’t obvious at first. In fact, they barely noticed your absence, too wrapped up in their own lives to realize that you had stopped waiting for them. That you had stopped looking at them like they hung the stars. That you had stopped caring.

Then one day, they saw you sitting at the Slytherin table with them—Casper Rosier and Elias Avery.

At first, Theo had dismissed it as coincidence. Maybe you were just talking to them for a moment, just passing time before coming back. But then it became routine. You were always with them, always laughing, always giving them the attention that used to belong to Mattheo and Theo.

And it fucking burned.

It burned when Mattheo saw Casper casually slinging an arm around your shoulders in the halls, whispering something in your ear that made you roll your eyes and shove him playfully.

It burned when Theo saw Elias stealing bites of your food at lunch, his smirk widening when you halfheartedly swatted at him.

But the worst was when Mattheo saw you sitting beneath the tree in the courtyard—the one you had claimed with Theo years ago—Casper lounging beside you, flipping through a book as you leaned into his side like it was the most natural thing in the world.

It made Mattheo feel fucking sick.

And yet, they said nothing.

They kept waiting for you to turn back. To realize what you were doing. To miss them.

But you didn’t.

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Days passed. Then weeks. And you didn’t spare them a glance.

Even Pansy had noticed.

"You know, you two look pathetic," she remarked one evening in the common room, watching as Mattheo and Theo silently stared across the room where you were curled up in an armchair, listening intently as Casper spoke animatedly beside you.

Mattheo’s jaw twitched. "Shut the fuck up, Pansy."

She snorted, sipping her wine. "You two let them go. What did you expect to happen?"

"We didn’t let them go," Theo muttered, though his voice lacked conviction.

Pansy gave him a pitying look. "Yes, you did. And now they’ve found people who actually value them."

Neither of them responded. They just sat there, watching you slip further and further away.

But the breaking point came one evening at the Three Broomsticks.

Theo and Mattheo had been sitting at the far end of the pub, nursing their drinks in silence, when your laugh rang out from across the room.

Mattheo turned, and the moment he saw you—saw you sitting at the bar between Casper and Elias, laughing freely, your head tipped back slightly—something in him snapped.

He didn’t think. He just moved.

In an instant, he was at your table, hands braced against the wood as he loomed over you. "Alright," he said, voice low and sharp. "I think it’s time we talk."

You blinked up at him, your brows raising in something like amusement. "Talk? Now you want to talk?"

Casper leaned back, unimpressed. "Problem, Riddle?"

Mattheo barely spared him a glance, his eyes fixed solely on you. "What the fuck is this?" He gestured vaguely between you, Casper, and Elias. "You’re really just—what? Pretending we never existed?"

Theo was right behind him now, his eyes dark with something unreadable.

You tilted your head, studying them with a detached curiosity. "I don’t know, Mattheo. You tell me. Isn’t that what you two did first?"

Theo exhaled sharply. "We fucked up. We know that. But this? This is—"

"Me moving on?" you interrupted, voice sharp. "Yeah. It is."

Mattheo scoffed. "So that’s it? You’re just done with us?"

You smiled, but it wasn’t kind. It was tired. "I don’t owe you anything, Mattheo. I cried over you. I grieved you. And then I got tired."

Silence fell.

Elias smirked slightly. "Tough break, huh?"

Mattheo clenched his fists. "Stay the fuck out of this, Avery."

Casper chuckled under his breath. "Merlin, no wonder they don’t hang out with you anymore."

Theo stiffened beside him, but before things could escalate, you sighed. "You don’t get to be mad," you said evenly. "You don’t get to storm in here like you were the ones left behind. You chose to betray me."

Mattheo’s jaw tightened. "It wasn’t like that—"

"But it was," you cut him off. "You left me. And I got tired of waiting for you to come back. So, yeah, I moved on."

Your words hit like a knife to the gut.

They had never thought—never even considered—that you might actually move on without them. That you wouldn’t be sitting around, waiting for them to come back.

That realization struck harder than any curse ever could.

You stood up, your eyes meeting theirs with something final. "Go back to your perfect lives. And leave me alone."

And just like that, you were gone.

Mattheo and Theo stood there, frozen, their world tilting on its axis.

For so long, they had been convinced that no matter what, you would always be there. That you would always be theirs.

But now, as they watched you disappear with Casper and Elias at your side, laughing like they had never broken you, one thing became painfully, gut-wrenchingly clear.

They had lost you.

And this time, you weren’t coming back.

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lvrgurlblobbu · 2 days ago

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maybe next time?

college!zayne x fem!reader

⤿ CW: pure fluff!

⤿ word count: 2.3k

⤿ second part of code love series | previous part

ao3.

It’s been a week since you last saw Zayne, you’ve been going to the cafe where you saw him for the first time hoping that you’ll come across him again. But in the span of one week, you never saw him again.

What makes it worse is that you didn’t even know his major. You have no way of knowing where to look. The university’s campus is large, and without a clue as to where he spends his time, you feel like you’re grasping at straws. If only you had asked him just one more question, something, anything that could’ve given you a direction.

Today, though, was different. Your professor dismissed the class early due to an urgent meeting, leaving you with an unexpected chunk of free time. The lecture hall empties quickly, with students chatting amongst themselves and heading off to their next commitments. You sit there for a moment, gathering your things, the familiar hum of idle conversation swirling around you, but your thoughts remain focused elsewhere. You sling your bag over your shoulder, letting out a soft sigh. Another day of fruitless searching. It’s starting to feel hopeless, like you’re just waiting for a chance that might never come.

Just as you’re about to leave, a voice calls out from behind you.

“Still thinking about that guy?”

You turn to see your friend Tara and Simone leaning against one of the desks, smirking knowingly. They were the only one you had confided in about Zayne—the stranger who had somehow left an imprint on your mind.

You hesitate before answering, but Simone doesn’t need a response. She roll her eyes playfully. “You’re down bad.”

You huff, shaking your head. “I just… I want to see him again.”

Tara crosses her arms. “Then maybe it’s time to change your strategy. You’ve been going to the same café all week. What if he only went there one time?”

The thought hadn’t occurred to you before. Had you been limiting yourself? You rack your brain for any other places Zayne could frequent. But with so little information about him, it feels like searching for a needle in a haystack.

“Okay, then what do you suggest?” you ask, raising a brow.

Your friends grin. “We ask around.”

Your heart skips a beat at the idea. It’s bold—maybe even a little embarrassing—but if it means finding Zayne, it just might be worth a shot.

“Oh Zayne! Yes, he's currently a sophomore majoring in Medical Biology.” A student said, which name is Greyson. As you looked at Greyson’s features, you remembered that he’s the colleague that Zayne was talking to in the cafeteria. He also happens to be Zayne’s close friend and a classmate of his.

“Is he around? Can we talk to him?” Tara asked, looking very much hopeful. But when Greyson scratched the back of his head as he looked at the three of you, you instantly knew his answer.

“About that, he’s currently busy with his lab work and volunteer hours at the hospital,” Greyson said apologetically. “He’s been swamped lately, so he doesn’t have much free time.”

Your heart sinks a little at the news. So that’s why you haven’t seen him. Still, at least now you know his major and have a better idea of where he spends his time.

Tara, ever the determined one, steps forward. “Do you know when he might be free?”

Greyson hesitates for a moment before sighing. “Honestly, he barely has time to breathe these days. But…” He glances at you, his expression thoughtful. “If you’re really looking for him, he usually hangs around the Medical Biology study lounge when he has a break.”

Your heart leaps at that. A lead.

“Where is it?” you ask immediately.

Greyson chuckles. “It’s in the West Science Building, second floor. But like I said, he’s really busy, so don’t get your hopes up too much.”

You nod, gripping the strap of your bag. Even if there’s only a small chance, you’re not giving up now.

Tara nudges you with a smirk. “Well? What are we waiting for?”

With renewed determination, you and your friends head toward the West Science Building, hoping that this time, luck is on your side.

“Luck is not on our side.” Simone mumbled as you sat at the couch, you looked everywhere in the lounge hoping for Zayne but it seems like he’s not here.

You sigh, slumping slightly into the couch. So close, yet still no sign of him.

Tara crosses her arms. “Maybe he’s just not here right now,” she suggests. “We could wait a little longer.”

Simone groans, stretching her legs out. “We’ve been here for almost an hour. What if we just missed him?”

The thought makes your stomach sink. You glance around the study lounge again—students are scattered at different tables, some buried in textbooks, others quietly discussing notes. But none of them are him.

Then, your phone suddenly received a notification from your sister telling you to come home immediately.

“Sorry girls, I gotta go.” You said as you stood up, Tara and Simone looking at you confused.

“Go where?” Tara asked.

“My sister just texted me. She says I need to come home right away,” you explain, shoving your phone into your pocket and grabbing your bag.

“But what about Zayne? We haven’t found him, and maybe he’ll come around here in the lounge after a minute or two.”

You hesitate, glancing toward the entrance of the lounge. Tara has a point—Zayne could show up any minute, and if you leave now, you might miss your chance to talk to him.

“I know,” you say, running a hand through your hair. “But my sister’s message sounded urgent. I can’t just ignore it.”

Simone shifts in her seat, thoughtful. “Do you want us to stay here and wait for Zayne? We can let you know if he shows up.”

“It’s totally up to you two, but I suggest for the both of you to head home.” You chuckled, “Bye girls, see you tomorrow!”

You stepped out of the lounge and made your way to the elevator, only to find a long line of students waiting. With a heavy sigh, you decided to take the stairs instead, knowing it would be faster. As you arrived at the building’s lobby, you roamed your eyes around for the last time hoping to see Zayne but then again, you failed.

It’s been fifteen minutes since you left the University, you’re sitting at the window seat of the bus as you rode your way home, earphones attached to your ears, but your mind is miles away. The hum of the bus and the steady rhythm of the wheels on the pavement should be comforting, but instead, it feels like the world outside is just another blur—like you're disconnected from everything around you.

Then, you suddenly received a notification from your friends.

Tara: (Name)! Guess who we saw! **see attached photo**

Your heart leaps into your throat as soon as the image loads. There, in the photo, is Zayne—just as you remember him, but somehow, this feels different. He’s walking into the lounge, a stack of books in his arms, looking completely absorbed in whatever conversation he's having with his colleagues. The familiar serious look is on his face, not the relaxed version from the café, but something more focused, more… composed. It’s strange to see him like this, like he’s someone else entirely, yet still undeniably him.

Simone: Omg, he’s at the lounge right now!!! Are you seeing this??? Tara: You better come quickly!

You chuckled at their message, as much as you wanted to get off the next stop to sprint to your University, your sister needs you at home.

You: Sorry girls, need to go home TT Tara: That’s alright! We got you ;)

You smile a little, the lighthearted tone of her message easing some of the tension. They know how much this means to you, and even though you can’t act on it right now, at least they’ve got your back. You’re grateful for their encouragement.

Simone: Okay, I just did the job.

You frown slightly, your fingers still hovering over your phone as you try to figure out how to respond to Simone’s message. There’s something in her tone that makes you pause, like she knows something you don’t. Maybe it’s just her way of teasing you, or maybe she’s genuinely onto something. Either way, the thought lingers in your mind as you stare at the screen for just a moment longer, but then you hear the bus driver announce your stop.

With a soft sigh, you slide your phone into your pocket, knowing you’ll have to pick this up later. You grab your things and step off the bus, the cool air immediately hitting your face as you make your way down the familiar streets toward home. Your mind is still buzzing with thoughts of Zayne, and despite the fact that you’re heading in the opposite direction now, you can’t shake the feeling that something’s about to change. The moment might not be today, but the universe has a way of surprising you when you least expect it.

The walk home is quiet, your footsteps the only sound filling the space between your thoughts. You pull your jacket a little tighter around you, your pace slow but steady, as you process everything that happened today.

You’ve finally arrived home, the familiar scent wraps around you, but before you can even settle into the moment, you hear the familiar voice of your sister coming from her room.

“Ugh, I just don’t know what to wear!” she calls out, frustration lacing her tone.

You smile to yourself. It’s always something with her, but at least it’s a distraction from your earlier thoughts. You drop your bag by the door and head toward her room. As you approach, you see her standing in front of her full-length mirror, holding up two completely different outfits—one casual, one more dressed-up—looking at herself with a furrowed brow.

After a few changes, your sister finally settled with the outfit she’s going to wear and immediately apologized for rushing you to come home. You just smiled at her and with a few finishing touches, she kissed your cheek for goodbye and she left.

You sit back on the couch, letting out a soft sigh. There’s a part of you that still feels a little restless, like you’re waiting for something to happen, something to change. It’s hard to shake off the idea of Zayne from earlier, the thought of seeing him again so close yet so far. But for now, there’s nothing to do but let things unfold.

You pull out your phone, checking the group chat once more. Simone’s last message is still there, waiting for you to dive into whatever she might have been teasing about. You smile to yourself, letting the tiny spark of curiosity push you to reply.

You were about to reply when a sudden text message from an unknown number caught your attention. Your heart skips a beat when you see the message from an unknown number. For a moment, you're frozen, unsure of what to expect. The familiar rush of excitement bubbles up, but you're also trying to stay grounded, telling yourself it could be anything.

You tap the message open, and the first thing you see is a simple text:

“Hey, it's Zayne. I know this might be a bit random, but Simone gave me your number. I hope that’s alright.”

Zayne. Zayne.

And then, Simone sent another message on your groupchat.

Simone: You’re welcome ;))

You giggled at her answer, you sent a reply to their message before opening your conversation with Zayne.

You: Hey, Zayne! Of course, that’s totally fine. It’s nice to hear from you!

You bite your nail absentmindedly, the seconds feeling like they stretch longer than usual as you wait for Zayne's response. Your thumb hovers over your phone, checking the time, then glancing back at the screen, expecting the little bubbles to pop up any second. The anticipation feels almost unbearable—like this could be the moment where something shifts, or maybe it’ll fizzle out. You have no idea, but you really hope it’s the former.

You’re starting to second-guess everything, wondering if your reply sounded too casual, too eager, or even too boring. Then your phone buzzes, breaking the silence, and you almost jump in surprise.

Zayne’s reply lights up the screen:

Zayne: Glad to hear that! I’ve been a bit busy with school stuff, but I was hoping we could meet up soon. Maybe we can actually schedule our next meet up or date?

Date. Date.

Your heart skips a beat at the mention of date. You stare at the message, feeling a rush of excitement and nerves wash over you. It’s like he’s finally saying what you’ve both been dancing around, but now that it's out in the open, the weight of it is both thrilling and a little intimidating.

Date. The word keeps echoing in your head as you read the message over again, your thumb hovering over the reply button. He wants to meet up soon. He wants to actually schedule something. This isn’t just a passing interest anymore. He’s serious about wanting to see you.

You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to focus and not overthink. You quickly type your reply, making sure to keep it light but still show that you’re just as excited as he seems.

You: That sounds awesome! I’d love to. Just let me know when you're free, and we’ll make it happen!

You smile as you send it, feeling a little giddy but also relieved. There’s no turning back now—you’re both on the same page, and it feels like the start of something exciting. You can’t help but feel a little thrill at the thought of seeing him again, but for now, all you can do is wait for his reply and hope that this “date” really does come together.

dividers by: @dollywons

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geekgirles · 2 days ago

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Dardondakal: "You used your Dofus' powers to bring this psycho back to life!"

Not gonna lie, it is very satisfying to see somebody call Grougalorasalar out on the willing atrocity of his actions after he spent 95% of his screentime dragging Yugo and Adamaï for things that were either accidents or out of their control.

(Seriously, for all the things he blamed Yugo and his people for, he actually left out the only thing besides Qilby's actions to be directly caused by them—Yugo endangering the World of Twelve when he used the Dofus to fight Ogrest).

There's also the fact that, just like Grougalorasalar brought up valid points regarding the damage—intentional or otherwise—the Eliatropes have caused to their world, Dardondakal is also right in getting angry over the lengths his brother is willing to go to just to make a point.

Dardondakal: "You sacrificed a thousand innocent lives for her!"

After all, tragic as she might be, Julith is a well-known menace and selfish enough to sacrifice hundreds of innocents for the sake of her own family. And she would have succeeded hadn't Jahash acted as her moral compass. Which in turn suggests her husband was the only person she truly cared about, as not even Joris, her son, managed to talk her out of her plan.

With the added fact that she originally planned to destroy Bonta before falling for Jahash, then Dardondakal makes an excellent point on how bringing her along could do more harm than good. Combined with the fact that the Ebony Dragon kept preaching about how everything wrong with their world was the Eliatropes' fault while he, remorseful as he was, didn't hesitate to sacrifice a thousand innocent souls for the sake of his goals, let's just say it only makes Grougalorasalar look like a hypocrite and the only actual threat here.

Dardondakal: "We had a deal. I agreed to help you as long as you didn't go too far. And killing a thousand innocents to bring this murderer back to life is anything but not going too far!

As the Ivory Dragon says, he agreed to help his brother as long as he didn't go too far, and sacrificing hundreds of innocent lives in exchange of a murderer's is indeed going way too far. Especially when Salar makes it clear Julith is mostly a back-up. He killed a thousand people just in case Yugo and Adamaï refused to go along with his ultimatum.

Fella really knows how to put the crazy in "crazy prepared".

But let's be honest. The whole entire chapter is just Dakal spitting facts and bringing his brother's paranoia into question.

Dardondakal: "I told you I could go with you." Grougalorasalar: "You're too soft. We needed to be persuasive during a first meeting. If we want to save this world, Brother, we must be firm!"

Now, raise your hand if you think Salar's animosity against Yugo and his people and his actions are going to end up becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy that will result in the very catastrophe he was trying to prevent.

Grougalorasalar dismissed his brother as "too soft", but in doing so he has inadvertently caused more trouble for himself, because chances are Yugo and Adamaï will choose to hold onto their Dofus and the Eliasphere if it means they get a fighting chance of protecting their people against whatever Salar has planned for them if they don't comply.

Now, if he'd only brought Dakal along and they presented themselves before them without all the mind games and the attempted murder, chances are his more diplomatic brother would have been able to plea their case to Yugo and Adamaï and reason with them to hand over their weapons peacefully. Because as much of an emotionally-driven warrior as Yugo is, he is still deeply caring, empathetic, and prefers to use violence as his last resort. Alongside Adamaï's logical and cautious nature, and Amalia's understanding of their current standing in the World of Twelve, he would have most likely backed down a lot sooner and without collateral damage.

As things are right now, Yugo and Adamaï are equally likely to give in to his request, as they are to refuse him and to hold onto their weapons out of fear of Salar going against his word and hurting even more innocents regardless of what they choose to do.

Because let's not forget how he still wasn't above potentially killing Amalia when he also poisoned her glass. Or how he basically spelled it out for Yugo that he isn't exactly above killing his wife or his little siblings. That level of threat is sure to result in one very pissed off, very protective Eliatrope King. And we all know the things Yugo is capable of when it comes to protecting his loved ones.

(Thank you @cocogum for the screenshots).

And finally, we have this gem of a line that perfectly encapsulates how far Grougalorasalar really is going with his demands.

Dardondakal: "You're asking them for the impossible"

And again, cat boy aims his shot and hits all the targets.

Because Salar's demands are excessive! Not only is he demanding they hand over their weapons, which could very well be their only line of defence against a world that has made it clear time and time again that it won't accept them; but he is also incredibly hypocritical in his demands!

As @cocogum elaborated on in her review, while it could be argued that asking them to hand over the Eliasphere can be reasonable (it's not, and I'll get to that in a minute), asking them for the Eliatrope Dofus is not.

Because that's their Dofus. Powerful as they are, they undoutedly belong to their people, which was precisely why Adamaï was so incensed back in the OVAs when they were stolen or someone suggested they used them. Because it was not their decision to make, but of their people. Likewise, except for Efrim and Nora's, those Dofus house the souls of the remaining members of the Council of Six, of their siblings! He is basically asking Yugo and Adamaï to give their family up for ransom.

Not to mention, such demand is highly hypocritical of Grougalorasalar.

Last chapter he revealed he and his siblings were aware of everything that happened under Ogrest's control, and how much they resented being reduced to his pets just because he possessed their Dofus... And yet he expects Yugo and Adamaï to just hand over their Dofus to him even though they risk following a similar fate? Especially when they have always tried to keep them either hidden or in good hands while it's apparent the Primordial Dofus are basically up for the taking?

Now he really is crossing a line.

And, arguably, he is equally foolish to demand the Eliasphere and expect nothing bad comes out of it.

For all he ragged on about Nox, Qilby, and Oropo, and the damage they did with the Eliacube, he seems to be forgetting one crucial detail: even if the Eliacube and Eliasphere technically belong to the Mechasms, the only ones who can actually wield them efficiently are the Eliatropes (and Eliotropes)!

That's why Nox completely lost it. Because he couldn't handle or properly utilise the Eliacube's power. And Salar expects things to calm down just because the Eliatropes are no longer in possession of the Eliasphere? No! If anything, he's only risking further destruction and mayhem in case it falls into the wrong hands.

Given how Dakal is clearly the most reasonable and most principled of the two, I sure hope he goes behind his brother's back in an attempt to stop him. Who knows? Considering he chose Joris as his guardian, unless that changed in the centuries following his childhood, maybe he'll go to him to warn him of what Grougalorasalar is planning and that will be why Joris appears next chapter.

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sensitivepluto · 1 day ago

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Rooftop Bliss

Short & Sweet - Day 1: Oh. Oh.

Megumi Fushiguro x Gn! Reader

TW: none really, mention of injury, tooth-rotting fluff.

So for this month I'm going to try to do @thewritingstar's Short & Sweet prompt list! I haven't decided if I'm going to do multiple fandoms yet so we'll see!

Here's the link to the original post

It was a breezy night when Megumi Fushiguro snuck away to climb atop the rooftop of the dorms after a completed mission. This wasn't his first time doing this, as he enjoyed getting away from the chaos of Jujutsu even if just for a moment. A gentle sigh escaped his lips as he started to lose himself in the starry sky. Of course he didn't expect to be alone for long. Every time he'd decided to come up here, you had a way of figuring it out. Not that he minded. Actually, he'd come to deeply appreciate your company.

And just like clockwork, he heard the familiar sound of you making your way to him on the roof.

"Hey." You spoke softly, carefully crawling up to him. A small smile graced his lips when you joined him, and he ignored the slight increase of his heart rate.

"Hey." He said, watching you adjust yourself into a criss-cross. "Did I wake you?" You shook your head.

"I wasn't asleep. Besides today was particularly rough so I figured you'd be up here." A hum left his lips in response.

"When did you get back from Shoko's?" Megumi questioned. Even in the starlight he could see the embarrassed sheen on your face at the mention of Shoko. During the mission you fumbled managed to get yourself impaled through the arm. The whole ordeal was embarrassing and you were ashamed to have gotten hit so easily.

"A little bit ago. You know it wasn't anything major." You waved off. He rolled his eyes at your dismissiveness. He'd never tell you, but he worried whenever you got hurt. He couldn't figure out why. Other mission partners of his have gotten hurt in the past, so why was it so hard to watch when you did? The question lingered in his mind for so long he didn't even realize he was staring you down.

"Megumi? Earth to Megumi, are you in there?" You snapped him out of it, waving you hand in front of his face. A slight blush crept onto his face at the realization.

"Oh. Sorry. Lost in thought..." He mumbled, turning his gaze away from you. You giggled and looked up at the stars.

"They're beautiful tonight." You hummed mindfully. Megumi looked up at the stars and nodded in agreement. For some reason tonight's sky yielded many more stars than usual. He once again turned his gaze toward you and his breath caught in his throat.

In the starlight your eye's shone with a brightness he'd never seen before. Your hair rippled against the breeze and the smile radiated an unfamiliar feeling in his chest. It felt like he was going to burst and when you finally turned to look at him with those eyes he'd come to...

oh.

"Beautiful..." He muttered with a wide, almost panicked look on his face. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, blush now creeping onto your own face. It was like his body was being possessed at this point. Pure instinct had him reaching for you and cupping your cheek delicately in his hand.

"Megumi..." Your words almost died on your tongue. An unspoken flurry of feeling bringing the two of you closer together. "A-are we still talking about the stars?" He rolled his eyes and pulled you into him, his hands cupping your jaw as his lips finally made contact with your own. A small gasp left you before you relaxed into him and reciprocated the kiss.

Megumi had never realized how much he'd wanted this. The feeling of your soft lips against his. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling you both closer together. When the two of you finally parted, simply for the lack of oxygen, he rested his forehead against yours.

He finally understood it. The worry and anger when you got hurt. The uncontrollable palpitations in his chest whenever you came near. The inability to think clearly whenever it came to you. All just side affects of the feeling he now craved more of.

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jjkarmy091 · 5 hours ago

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Second Best- Jungkook (part 9)

Summary: Being friends with someone who has your heart it’s already hard, let alone when that special someone ends up falling in love with your best friend, the one you think would never make anything to hurt you . Will you be able to ignore it and move on? what will happen when everything gets too much for you to handle?

Genre: Friends to lovers; angst; body insecurities; bullying; friend betrayel;

Pairing: Jungkook x female!reader

Warning: strong language

Wordcount: 5.820

Author's note: I hope you guys enjoy this chapter just as much as I enjoyed writting it. Give me your thoughts. I love you all <3

P.S : I'm sorry for any mistakes

After Jungkook left Y/n found herself having an anxiety attack. What the hell did she just do? She was so mad and frustrated with her feelings and having Jungkook so close to her, so defenseless made her fold in so many ways. She made a mistake and now she couldn’t look at Jungkook like before. Not when he knows almost everything.

She never thought that love would be this complicated. If only she knew this before, she would’ve never gotten so close to him. How dumb of her. Now mistakes were made and things were said... Oh how she wished to take them all back. She doesn’t know how much time she spent there alone until she saw Lisa run towards her with a very worried face.

“Are you okay? I called you so many times, why didn’t you answer? I was worried sick!” she kneeled in front of her, checking if she had injuries. It was then when Y/n remembered Jungkook’s words

I only found out that you were back because I saw your friend here yesterday

All of a sudden Y/n gets up startling Lisa a little bit and goes a little far, breathing heavily. She turned to face her again and Lisa saw disappointment in her eyes.

“You talked to Jungkook yesterday?” Lisa’s face went blank.

“I can explain” she tried approaching her friend but was dismissed. “Y/n I was trying to help somehow and ---”

“So you told him I was back and that he should come here to talk?! Seriously, what’s wrong with you?” Y/n’s tears threatened to leave. Again “He did come here to talk. Out of nowhere, on my first day back to work Lisa! It went awful. We fought – I told him I was in love with him and it all went downhill afterwards. I love you and I’m so thankful for your support during these days but this was any of your concern and you shouldn't have gotten involved in this. How did you know who he was anyway?”

“When I walked in, the coffee shop was very calm so I went to make my order and ended up making small talk with Sana. That’s when I noticed him sat down with his coffee in front of him looking outside the window. I asked her if he was Jungkook. He must’ve felt the looks on him because when he saw me, he got up so quick he almost fell. He was very straightforward, I was actually impressed. He asked me about you, if you were back in town, that he saw some pictures of us on our trip and invited me to sit with him so we could talk a bit... I know I shouldn’t have gotten involved, but he looked so heartbroken Y/n, you should’ve seen his face. If I had told you he was gonna see you you’d have run like you always do, because you’re never ready to face your problems” Y/n stayed quiet. Even tho she didn’t appreciate Lisa’s attitude, she had to agree with her partially. She didn’t say anything else, preparing herself to finally close the shop and heading home with Lisa.

The drive home was very quiet and the tension was palpable. Lisa would give her some looks here and there, which Y/n decided to ignore, focusing on the view outside. It had started to rain and the radio was playing "You Broke Me First" by Tate Mcrae. Fate was definitely giving her reasons to cry even more. She grabbed a tissue and blew her nose. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't notice them entering the garage at home. As soon as she felt the car pull into the parking lot, she quickly got out of the car and started heading towards the elevator that would take them to their floor. A few seconds later she felt Lisa beside her.

“I am really sorry Y/n. I just wanted to help smooth things over so you could understand each other once and for all. You both have a lot to talk about. There are many points that need to be clarified and neither you or him should jump to conclusions. I would never lie to you so when I say he was desperate to know something about you he really was Y/n, otherwise the first question in his head wouldn't be if you were okay and why were you mad at him.”

Y/n looked at Lisa while wipping her tears. “What did you guys talk about?” Lisa gave half a smile

“He was super nervous. Honestly, he didn't know where to start, his hands were shaking, you know? From the looks of it, it was clear that these were difficult days for him too. Then he thanked me for sitting with him and asked how you were, that you weren't responding to his texts and didn't understand your attitude. He told me about when you two met and that you were very close from then on, which is why he was so worried for not hearing anything from you in so many days. Then he confessed that he realized your distance from the moment he started dating Sewoon and asked me if I knew her too. He said he was sorry he didn't bring it up sooner and that he should have talked to you first and been more honest. In the end I mentioned that you would go back to work today, in case he wanted to talk to you, but I never thought it would go so wrong Y/n. What happened?”

When they entered the house, they took off their shoes and put them away. Y/n went to the fridge and poured some orange juice for both of them. The fireplace was already lit, creating the perfect moment to drown the sorrows. It was so cozy and so warm. So homely. It was what she needed for the shitty weather and her mood. Y/n put her feet up on the couch and motioned for Lisa to sit next to her.

“I wasn’t expecting him at all as you can imagine, so it was shoking for me when I heard his angelic voice. I froze. It took me a while to realize that this was going to happen and that there was no way to escape it. I don't know why he says I never said anything to him. After we arrived, I sent him a text, which he never responded to. Hence my surprise was even bigger when I saw him standing there, so I said the first thing it occurred to me. I told him we were closed. *facepalm.* He was so angry, but I can't understand why. I was too nervous to think about it anyway. You know I avoid this kind of confrontation when I feel cornered and he pressed and kept pressing even more when I started dodging his questions.”

Y/n stops so she could five another sip on her drink. Honestly she wanted this to be a very strong shot, but after the last drinking binge, she promised herself that she wouldn't drink again in the near future.

“It was in that exchange of words that I couldn't contain myself any longer and confessed everything. I confessed that I was in love with him, that I knew he and Sewoon were still seeing each other and that I wanted some time to get my ideas together, organize my head. I tried to stay physically distant from him as much as possible, but he kept getting closer and closer to me. I swear to you Lisa, the only reason I didn't kiss him was out of respect for Sewoon, even if she didn't have the same respect for me. I couldn't, so I sent him away. He looked so defeated, but I was so embarrassed about everything. I know I shouldn't have kicked him out of there like that. It's not his fault, I know, he didn't know but still... Every time I look at him I see a shadow of Sewoon and it breaks my heart every time.” Lisa facepalmed herself.

“You're both being idiots. Want to know my honest opinion? I think that all this time you were interested in each other and neither of you had the courage to make the first move. Then Sewoon came along and destroyed everything else. She can manipulate things very well. I know this firsthand. Jungkook told me that besides coming here he also went to your house a lot. Did you know that?" Y/n made a shocked face

"How, if I never told him where I lived?"

“He forced Sewoon to show him. He told me in passing that he had some strong arguments with her after you left and those were NOT couple arguments, but trivial arguments. She was always super calm. It made him feel weird how could she be so calm while her best friend was missing out of the blue... what are you gonna do next?”

Y/n thought for a while. “Something I should’ve done a long time ago.”

The next day and after a very bad night's sleep, Y/n woke up and got ready for another (long) day of work. After yesterday's episode she doubted very much that he would show up there. Yesterday she almost sent him a message apologizing, but she deleted it. She couldn', it was for her own good. Instead she texted Sewoon to meet up with her on her work break, but got no response from her, however Y/n was already expecting it.

The day went by normally, lots of movement and little rest. When there were only 5 minutes left for her break, she heard someone calling her name. Sewoon stood in front of her with her hair perfectly styled, designer clothes and sunglasses hanging from her red knitted sweater. Time really didn't pass for her. She was always so youthful, so free from worries. Y/n looked at her colleague and hinted that she was going to take a break, to which Sana nodded and headed outside with Sewoon. They were silent for a while and when Y/n realized she wasn't going to say anything she decided to make the first move

“How are you?” Sewoon made a disdainful face

“Cut the bullshit Y/n. There’s no need to pretend anymore, you and I know that very well, don’t we? Say what you have to say and stop wasting my time. Unlike you, I do have a fulfilled life.” Y/n felt bad about the way she was talking to her. So this is what Lisa was talking about? this unknown side of her. Yeah, because despite everything Sewoon had never spoken to her like that but, then again, Y/n was never against her game either. What an unpleasant surprise. How had she never noticed this side of her? It just proves how blind she is.

Idiot

“Why? Why are you acting like this? I never did anything wrong to you for you to punish me like this. On the contrary Sewoon, I've always been there for you! Is this because of Jungkook?”

“It's for everything Y/n. Why didn't you continue in your hidden place? God, I waited every day for the news that something had happened to you so you could finally leave my life once and for all. But life is thankless. Besides you being here in front of me right now, you made me waste time with Jungkook looking for you, while you were having fun with MY ex. You’re a bitch. Of all people you had to be with him and I’ll never forgive you for that.”

“You must be crazy. It wasn't planned! what the fuck Sewoon. It was by chance, but let me tell you that I'm glad it happened because I discovered a lot of things about your relationship! Things that aren't the way you said they were, and we've always been friends. My mistake was giving in to all your whims and distance myself from him because YOU wanted me to. Now I know it was all just your insecurity, wasn't it? Since we are confessing things, admit it! I know he had a crush on me in school and I also know you kept something it belonged to me this whole time, or you forgot about the letter he asked you to deliver?”

After saying such words, Sewoon turned white as snow. If that's how she wanted it, that's how she would get it. “And about Jungkook, once again I was the one who met him first, way before you --”

“Ohh please Y/n. Yes I admit I kept it all to myself because I liked him and I hated the fact that he was crushing on you, out of everyone. But you know me, one way or another, if I want something I get it and the proof of that is Jungkook.” Every time she spoke of him, Y/n felt a sharp pang in her heart and she was terrified of what was coming next.

“He fell so easily into my hands and it was so nice to see your face every time you saw us together. I loved every second of your despair. You met him first, yes it's true, but after that I was first in everything. Not you. The way he touches, the way he kisses. How he fucks. I know it all, and you? Do you know what this is? No, because you're nothing more than a pathetic virgin. You'll never get past that. The game with Jungkook is not over, my love. This is just the beginning. You'll see him choose me every time, even if it's just for a quick fuck. It wouldn't be the first time or you really think that this didn't happen while we were apart? My dear, you have a long way to go before you reach me. Face it, you're not enough. Never were, never will be. You took Tae away from me so it's only fair I take Jungkook away from you.”

After these words, Sewoon took grabbed her sunglasses and put them on her face and walked away from Y/n, not without winking at her and blew her a kiss. Y/n was terrified, completely out of place and empty. Sewoon was right, she didn't know what it was. She had won. Although at first she felt victorious with the way she was confronting her former best friend, that quickly fell apart. Now she was defeated, trying her best to hold back her tears until she left work. And with that mask, she went into the second part of his shift.

Of course it didn't last long. An hour after the fight, a couple came in and made their order. Y/n couldn't help but look at them and think about Jungkook, about Sewoon and everything she reported they did. Them on dates, them in bed. It was the breaking point for Y/n. She told Sana she was going to the bathroom and broke down there. She lost count of the time she was closed there until Sana went to check on her and found her in a deplorable state. She had seen Sewoon come in so she knew the outcome of the conversation wasn't going to be the best. She hugged her tightly and told her to go home that she would take care of it, since the new intern who had recently joined the team was also there and he was actually quite experienced. Y/n thanked her, went to change her uniform and left.

She was originally going to call Lisa but decided not to bother her. She was also at work and didn't want to cause any more inconvenience, so she decided to take a walk. A long one. During it she managed to calm down little by little. She sat for a while in a garden full of happy parents and children playing. She remembered her parents and how much she missed them. In these low moments, she just wanted to go back to being a child, however she remembered that even then, life wasn’t easy for her.

It then started to get cold so she continued her walk. Without knowing how or why, she found herself in front of the tattoo shop where Jungkook worked. How the hell did she end up there? It was definitely her subconscious playing tricks on her. With that she just prayed that he wouldn't show up, but guess what? as soon as she had finished having this thought, she heard the main door open and three people came out: Jungkook, a slightly older man and a boy about her age with a film on his arm. With that, she just prayed that he wouldn't show up, but guess what, as soon as she finished thinking about it, she heard the main door open and three people coming out: Jungkook, a slightly older man and a boy about her age with a red arm and something transparent protecting the area. Must have finished a session for sure. Hidden, she watched the scene in front of her. Jungkook was calm and talking to the other two guys when suddenly he took out a pack of cigarettes. What? since when did he star smoking?

Every time Y/n saw him he became even more attractive. She knew just as he caught her attention, he also caught many other girls' attention (and boys too, I bet). And it was something that never crossed her mind before. The amount of girls that must be waiting for him to give them a chance and for a moment she felt small, followed by an ironic laugh. It didn't matter anymore, she mentioned it was over and she was going to do everything to move on. She deserved to be happy.

Y/n hoped they would quickly enter the establishment, as it was getting very cold and she still had a 15 minute's walk home. Looking back at the entrance, she now sees a fourth person in the group, a very pretty girl, redhead with wavy hair. She was wearing black shorts and a white top which highlighted her tanned skin. Looking at her from top to bottom, you could see her right arm covered in tattoos and a few more spread across her other arm and left leg. She seemed to be familiar to Jungkook, because as soon as he saw her they gave her a tight hug and she even took his cigarette to smoke it. The intimacy must have been very strong because he didn't make any uncomfortable face. Y/n wished she was that badass. After everyone smoked their cigarettes, they went back inside. She waited a few more minutes so she could continue on her way without being seen. And there she went, cold, hungry and jealous.

It had only been a couple of hours since she had last spoken to him and while her world was upside down, his seemed whole, as if having "losing" a friend made no difference. You could see the traffic more now with rush hour. It was getting dark and people were heading home. Before going home aswell Y/n decided to take a detour to her favorite place to take dinner home. Lisa had said she would be late today, so it was up to her.

Meanwhile the street had quieted down a little, but it was only for a short while because the noise of a motorcycle started to become noticeable, yet she ignored it until she started to hear constant beeping. Starting to get scared, she decided to ignore it for her own good, but the beeping started to get even more constant and faster until it seemed like someone had said her name. She stopped and saw the motorcycle slow down only to be surprised by Jungkook. Just when she wanted to run from him, was when she would see him the most. Did she ever mention she hated her luck?

He motioned her to move forward so he could park the bike safely. Slowly she walked towards him, because the path she wanted to follow was that one, so it was difficult to go around it. He took off his helmet and watched her walk towards him. My god, could he not look away? how shameless. She gave him a nod, grabbing at the same time the coat she was wearing to hide the nervousness she was feeling. She wasn't going to stop but when she got closer he spoke.

“Please don’t pretend I’m not here. I stopped to greet you, the one thing I’m expecting you to do is for you to greet me back” - son of a bitch, Y/n thought.

“Hi Jungkook, good to see you. Okay bye then” Y/n was already leaving when Jungkook grabbed her arm. Gosh, this was becoming a habit.

“Please don’t do that. Don’t pretend that we’re strangers over something so stupid. Don’t do that to me Y/n. Besides, don’t you know how dangerous it is to walk all by yourself? For a smart girl you’re pretty reckless” Y/n released her arm from his grip.

“Last time I checked I’m an adult fully aware of the dangers and consequences of her actions. Thank you but I don't need another father I already have one." She was mad over his “something stupid” line. What the fuck. Were her feelings so pathethic? Jungkook stirred.

Discomfort? Check.

“I'm sorry. I'm just worried about you walking around by yourself, it's dangerous. As much as it costs you to believe, I care about you. You never had any reason to complain about that Y/n, I don't know the reason behind all this arrogance right now.” She wanted to say that he was wrong, but she couldn’t. Despite the fact that when he was with Sewoon he wouldn’t care for her at all (or so she thought), somehow he was right, she was letting her emotions get the best of her. Jungkook never failed her when she needed him the most and every time she needed to talk, he was the first one to open space for it. She was being unfair.

“You're right. I'm sorry for what I said, I guess. Not that it's an excuse, but today was a difficult day. Thank you for your concern, even tho I'm already used to it. Don't forget that I work in a store that closes at 11 p.m and when I'm at that shift there is no type of ride home other than my two legs and little feet. I'll be fine, don't be late because of me. Thank you once again" She started to move forward but he stopped her from taking any further steps. Again

“Let me give you a ride” She looked at him.

"No need, I still have to take a detour, it will only get in your way. It’s healthy to walk, you can--”

“Stop being so stubborn Y/n. I wanna give you a ride, didn’t you catch that yet? And what were you doing near my shop Y/n? I saw you passing by it when I came outside. Are you okay?”

“What do you mean you saw me? you guys had just walked in, I checked !” Shit she just lost her disguise

“I had to step outside again and saw you around the corner. I warned my friends I had to leave, hoping I could still catch you. Thank God I did. ” You tried your best not to talk about the girl who was with him and how comfortable they looked. Not that it was your business anyway, you had nothing to do with it and it came from you the decision to put a distance in your friendship. You were trying, you swear you were, you wanted to keep that distance, but for some reason fate kept pushing you towards each other's path.

“I don’t know why, you seemed very busy back there.” She said it without realizing it and when she replayed the words that came out of her mouth, she wanted to punch herself. Isn't there a day when things don't go the way she wants?

Jungkook understood the double meaning of what she said, referring to the girl who was with him. He already knew she had seen them as soon as he went outside to smoke a second cigarette since the first one was "stolen" by Athena, his brother's girlfriend. They got along really well and she had just started working at the store.

"I finished my sessions a long time ago. I was just waiting for Athena to give her something. She’s my brother’s girlfriend and she started working there a couple weeks ago. When I saw you, I found it strange because you never take this route and I wanted to make sure you were okay or if you wanted to talk to me now that your calmer. Now that I'm here, you have no excuse to walk home. Even if you need to go somewhere I'll take you, it doesn't bother me at all"

For some reason Y/n's face became more relieved and although she tried to hide it, even Jungkook himself noticed it. When she said nothing more, he handed her the spare helmet. Initially he was going to help her put it on, but she took it off his hand and put it on herself. Y/n knew there was no point in insisting with him. After being friends for so long, something she knew too well was how stubborn and insistent Jungkook was, so she put on her helmet while Jungkook settled himself on his Harley waiting for her to get on. Then she started to get nervous, where should she hold on?

Jungkook noticed her expression, so when she sat on the motorcycle, he grabbed her one of her arms and put it around his waist, pulling her closer to him. Y/n wasn't expecting that gesture so when she tried to move away a little, she heard Jungkook say "no", pulling her close to him again. Y/n's breathing was uneven, yet she tried to hide it, putting her other arm around him casually. She swears she saw Jungkook smile in the rearview mirror. When she thought she was back to normal, Jungkook turned his head back and she almost passed out. He was so breathtaking.

"Where to?" Y/n looked at him and said the name of her favorite restaurant and they started their way over there. Every now and then she would try to move away a bit, but when he noticed her presence further away, by "coincidence" he would brake, making her hit his back with her chest. The trip was based on his unexpected braking and her complaints about it. Anyone who saw them like this would think they were a couple in love. If only, she thought.

If only

La dolce Perla it was the name of the restaurant. Y/n discovered this place while walking with her mother one day when she came to visit her at her work place and since then she started going there, especially on her worst days. Shortly after she discovered the place, she met the owner and they became close. Jeff was a gentleman in his 50s, super friendly and approachable. He was her go to when needed comfort. Despite living there Jungkook had never heard of that place, but he really liked the aesthetics. Entering, they immediately came face to face with Jeff.

“Y/n, my dear. How are you doing? Long time no see. We were already missing having you around."

“Ohh stop it Jeff” she laughed. “I missed you too --.” she was suddenly interrupted Jeff - “Wait... Is he your boyfriend? Gosh Y/n, I’m happy it worked well for you in the end --” Y/n turned white and interrupted Jeff back

“No no no. Not my boyfriend at all. He’s a – hmm- friend, yeah. Actually I came here to ask if you had any food left so I could take home. I didn’t eat much today and I was really craving your amazing food so --”

“You could have said that already. Even if I didn’t have anything I’d have it prepared just for you. But since you and your friend are here, why don't you eat here? Today is a quiet day, we have free tables. Kara will direct you to the main room.” She understood Jeff's scheme and refused the offer until she heard Jungkook's voice.

“This place is amazing and the food looks wonderful. You’re not gonna take this opportunity away from me, right? Next time I might not be so lucky and it will be your fault" And that was how Kara got them a table overlooking the fantastic outdoor garden. They were also at a more secluded table, with a little more privacy and without many eyes on them and perhaps that's why all she wanted to do was run away.

Y/n made her request and Jungkook did the same. Kara went to deliver their order and came back with a bottle of red wine and set it on the table, winking at her. The atmosphere of the restaurant was wonderful but the tension between them was enormous. She knew she should have insisted more on him not accompany her, even if it meant running away from him, but he would think she was childish. Jungkook took the bottle and poured both glasses and drank a little, without taking his eyes off her.

“ So... with all this you ended up not answering my question." Y/n looked at him confused. "Are you okay? I thought you were closing this week. When I saw you near my tattoo shop I thought it was a mirage, but then I realized it wasn't. You know I'm here if you need to talk. Or anything else.”

It was then that she remembered Sewoon and her words, then she looked at the scene between her and Jungkook. Would this be a normal date with him? everything Sewoon experienced with him. She shook her head, trying to forget that thought. Fortunately the food arrived.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. I changed schedules with Sana today, I needed to take care of some matters and... yeah, that's it.” she said, tasting her meal. Jungkook followed her actions before adding:

“I think you forget that I know you very well and I know when you are lying. Are you gonna run away again? Because let me know if you do Y/n. I was devastated by the fact that you left and didn’t tell me anything. An “I’m okay” would be enough. We’d talk whenever you were ready. I know you have some things to say and honestly so do I. I’ll wait, just don’t push me away. I miss you.”

Without any warning, her eyes began to form tears. It was a good thing that both of their plates were almost empty, because she couldn't take it anymore. She whispered "sorry, I can't" to Jungkook, got up and went to the exit. It was too much and she wasn't ready. It was all very recent. She would talk to Jeff later and pay for the meal another day. At that moment she just wanted to get out of there. It was for a short time because Jungkook was by her side after a few minutes.

"Stop acting like this Y/n. Stop running away and face things as they are. Face me!" He was so frustrated right now

“What do you want from me Jungkook? Hm? I already told you everything. I’m in love with you. I fell in love with you and I’m so fucking mad about it. It could be everyone but you. That’s what you want to hear?” Jungkook felt a sharp pain in his heart. Was it so awful to like him? Y/n was frustrated but kept going

“I'm not the type to fall in love. I always ran away from that. I never had a boyfriend, I never pressured myself to give in to boys at school and I never liked going out at night. That’s Sewoon not me. I’m shy. I like to be in my corner. Maybe that’s the reason Sewoon approached me. I was so insecure and quiet that I wasn't even good at defending myself and that's what she did and we've been friends ever since, or so I thought at least. Then I met you Jungkook and--” The tears she was holding were now falling. “and you changed that. Don’t ask me how or why. I was so messy on the day we met and you still talked to me so nice. Never thought I’d see you again but the next day came and you were there and after that too and we created such a nice bond. I didn't want to ruin what we had, because for me it was rare and I knew it was impossible for you to reciprocate my feelings. Just look at you and look at me. You are the kind of person everyone wants while I am the kind of person no one notices.” Y/n was crying for real now and Jungkook tried approaching her but she stepped back.

It was time

“That’s where you’re wrong Y/n. I noticed you ever since the first day-. Why do you think I kept going back? I have a coffee shop across my work place Y/n- I- don’t you think it’d be easier for me to go there than to take a motorcycle trip to go to yours?” he tried approaching her once again. She let him this time. They were inches away from each other at this point when she looked at him with such an intense gaze Jungkook felt shivers down his spine.

“I was going to tell you, you know. That I liked you. I think it was fate, because it was on that same day that you asked me to introduce you to Sewoon and I already knew how the situation would unfold. Sewoon is beautiful. You are perfect and it was just a matter of time for you to find your way into each other's embrace.” Jungkook felt like a huge son of a bitch with what he was hearing. Fuck, this wasn't how he wanted it to be. “I wanna go home Jungkook. This is too much for me to handle and I need to slow down before I reach the point of breaking. I don't want to break in front of you. Not you, not right now"

Jungkook nodded and kissed her forehead respecting her request. He could do that, he could wait. In fact he was going to wait. He let this situation drag for far too long and had to put an end in it. There were so many lapses in this that even himself was confused and there was only one person he could talk to other than you.

He grabbed Y/n's helmet and put it on her head, doing the same with his own. The rest of the trip was silent, but there was no tension anymore, more like a sense of relief. The only time she spoke was to tell him where she was living now. He parked in front of the house and helped her take off her helmet, grabbing her hand, stroking it. Y/n exchanged glances between his eyes and their hands. Once again she wanted to kiss him so badly and one more time Sewoon's words replayed in her head so all she did was give him a tight hug. Not for him, but for her, she was in need of that comfort. As she was in his arms she could smell his perfume. Oh - she remembers this smell. He's using the perfume she gave him on his birthday. Her heart was so warm from this.

Everyone talks about how little things are important. Those people were right.

Before Y/n walked away, she gave him a small kiss on the cheek. She then felt his hands on the sides of her waist. For a split second she thought he was going to kiss her and got a little anxious. She doesn't know if he noticed because after she heard Jungkook say "I'm waiting for you". Y/n nodded and stepped back, making her way to the front door. When she saw he was still there she waved and went in. Her heart was racing. What was that? Butterflies in the stomach? More like the whole zoo in it. Pieces by pieces the truth would come out, but would you and Jungkook find a way for each other's life again?

More important, would you be able to leave your insecurities behind and give in to the feeling you have been avoiding for so long? You hope so because you'd do anything to have Jungkook by your side. You can't have been the only one who felt the sexual after he drop you off. The atmosphere between you both was different and it had nothing to do with friendship.

You were sure of that

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farewellneverland2004 · 2 days ago

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Possibly unpopular EPIC the Musical opinion;

If EPIC Were to Have dialogue that isn’t sung in any part of the show, I’d only put it in one spot:

During the Challenge, I think it’d be really nice if before the first verse, it Shows Telemachus talking to his mother about traveling to Sparta to talk to the King about his father’s last known whereabouts. To assure his and Penelope’s belief that Odysseus is in fact not dead. It can be small and not that long of dialogue, but the words would emphasize some very important things:

- Telemachus vows to find the truth, if his father is alive, they would dismiss the suitors once and for all (by force if needed), less they wish to dishonor the marriage of the king and the Goddess of Marriage herself, and if he was dead, he would take up the thrown as the rightful heir, now with age and experience on his side, so she does not have to remarry. (I know he’s young, but mythologically speaking, Odysseus became king at 13, so…)

- He promises his mother he will return, and he will not make her wait longer than she has to, and she will not have to wait on the shore to see him.

-He asks for possible forgiveness, since he worries that if he didn’t explain everything, Penelope would believe she is being abandoned by her own son and possibility the only family she has left in Ithaca. He might also ask her to tell no one that he’s gone, for her own safety and to be sure the suitors don’t try anything.

This then leads into the first verse, and she sings it to HIM! Assuring him she knows this what he needs to do, and does not blame him. She uses the lines about the shroud to illustrate that she knows the things we will do for our loved ones and to not let the enemy win, but also to assure him, that when he comes home, she’ll be right there. Waiting for him and his father!

This can then be proceeded by a effect to show the passage of time (like the effect in Satisfied, but forwards instead of backwards) before going right into the second verse where she’s singing to herself, then everything else works out the same as it does

I just think this adds a moment of parental love from Penelope, because we get that from Odysseus in I can’t help but wonder, and I feel with how much Telemachus loves and wants to protect his mom, we should have a scene where we see that the love is reciprocated. Because there’s no way that Penelope thinks of Telemachus as anything less than the most important thing in the world shared only with her husband! A show don’t tell moment from the both of them, and along with him standing up to Antinous, it highlights even more how much Telemachus will honor his parents.

This is only my opinion though, and I know the show is supposed to be entirely sung through. But I thought about this and wanted to voice it.

#epic the musical #epic odysseus #epic the ithaca saga #epic penelope #epic telemachus #epic Penelope and Telemachus #motherly love #the challenge #musical theatre #jorge rivera herrans #jay herrans #tug at the heartstrings

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verdantude · 2 days ago

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If it was so easy for you and other bloggers, why do most people here struggle? It takes them months, years even.

I genuinely want to understand why.

Thank you for answering my previous ask. Hope your day is as wonderful as you’ve been.

No worries, it’s been amazing, I hope yours is too 🩵

I didn’t say it was so easy for me, but it doesn’t matter anyway.

Because it is an illusion so no matter how it SEEMS it genuinely doesn’t matter or mean anything. Easy vs hard. Months vs years.

But pretty much everyone is in a different spot when it comes to this. This needs no more explanation as it will only be bringing about unnecessary nonexistent limitations.

It’s basically just up to YOU only as you are all there is. Do you chose to keep clinging onto the false illusion of suffering and entertaining a cycle or not.

There are no factors, phases or time. And (apparently) living like a human for so long that’s what you’re used to and are most comfortable with, so when you see “it’s simple” it can seem frustrating because you think you’re this person who needs to get somewhere. Likely growing up with people saying “you need to work hard” “everything takes time” or thinking “oh it’s too good to be true” “oh but how what’s the method what’s the process”🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️

I don’t like using the world enlightenment because it makes you think there’s this grandiose awakening you need to undergo. So people end up WAITING for years. That’s what they’re doing. They think they’re still a human that’s why they say “oh I’ve been trying for so long, I’ve been being but nothing happened bla bla”.

No, you have just been (apparently) waiting as a false idea / identity. And we know time is an illusion, so what about all those months and years again? Congratulations you have successfully deluded yourself for “all those months and years” that never even happened since there is no past or time, looking for “proof” when that alone was “proof” since you ARE the only power, you are what you seek, you ARE the “proof”.

So dismiss the idea of it all: enlightenment, tendencies, identity, limitations, phases, time, proof, duality.

Because you were never a person / story.

Because you’ve been “doing it” all “your life” (no doing, only being—and no all your life, as no human and only now)

You already always (as there’s only Now) are what you thought you had to seek.

This is the nature of your being.

This is who you truly are, all there ever is.

Because there is only Now.

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ladyazurith · 2 days ago

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I was wondering if you planned to do an analysis of what happened in Trey's dream? I enjoyed the one you wrote about Cater's and the analysis you did on Cater over all. The part about Trey and Cater being more like coworkers than friends, wasn't something I had thought about before, but it does seem to hold true. I know a lot of people were hoping for some emotional scene between Cater and Trey. Ace seemed to have stole the show on that one. But I did get the coworker vibe in Trey's dream. He was far more focused on Riddle and Che'nya who I would see as his 'real' friends and Cater was more of a footnote.

I wanted to hear your take on it if I could? If not I understand. You seem far more focused on Cater than the other characters.

I hadn't intended to do a thorough analysis of Trey's dream. (Honestly, i didn't think my one on Cater's was that thorough) But I do agree the 'coworker' vibes continued in Trey's dream. To tell the truth, I'm more interested in what we saw happen between Ace and Cater than I am in anything to do with Trey's dream. BUT since you asked I'll note a few things that I picked out.

First, the big thing is that Trey wasn't picked by Riddle to be his dorm leader, he got the position by vote. Honestly, I always assumed like I'm sure most of the fandom did that he was tasked with it by Riddle because of their history. And it does seem he got the role because of his connection to Riddle but only because of how much he vouched for him. Came across to me like he was basically Riddle's hype man when he took over as Dorm Leader.

Riddle and Trey's relationship is complicated, and I'm actually kind of cooking up a write up on a theory that has to do with Riddle, Trey and Cater's dynamic, and this only fed into it. A summary though is that I think Riddle favors Cater (he has gone out of his way to make accommodations for Cater, when he's overly strict with most everything else) because Cater isn't someone his mother disapproved of and furthermore since he doesn't eat sweets, he'd never have gotten in trouble with the tart incident if he'd been with Cater instead.

Trey on the other hand wants Riddle's approval, he still carries a lot of his own Trauma for what happened when they were children and the disapproval of Riddle's mother (Remember, Riddle thinks his mother is right about everything, so this has to exist in some fashion in his mind) and seems to almost be testing Trey at times (though he still views him as a close friend, and cares a lot about him).

In turn, I think Trey is resentful of this favoritism, and his poor treatment of Cater in certain situations is born out of this. With the way he dismissed Cater's objections sending him off to paint the roses during the sorting ceremony while he "dealt" with Riddle. Remember there is a LOT OF work Cater puts in around the dorm to cover for his dormmate's mistakes, which Riddle *never* knew about. With Cater not really realizing Riddle might actually favor him.

Anyway, that's a whole thing in and of itself. It would be a very long post with screenshots of interactions, backing up the theory.

Secondly, is that Trey really is just *weird*, he tries so hard to appear normal but ugh, those *things* that made up the rest of Heartslabyul were just out there. But he also has an unhealthy relationship with food. Something we already knew was true for Riddle, Cater, Vil, and Azul. He views it as a source of care and comfort, regardless of its effects on the person consuming it. This is something else that I think is a more complex issue, I can't cover too much here.

But those are my major thoughts on what we got out of Trey's dream. I hope you enjoy :)

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ripdragonbeans · 1 day ago

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My Beauty

@hotd-bigbang thank you for the first prompt: Tropes!!!

Trope included: Forbidden Lovers, kinda Secret Marriage, kinda bodyguard/knight.

Pairing: Aegon x FemReader

Warnings: fingering, allusion to sex

A/N: This just kinda happened. Not planned at all so here you go, have fun besties

Summary: You have been assigned by Queen Alicent and Ser Criston Cole to watch over the eldest son. However, you are not to be seen and you are not to interact with him.

“You need an heir, Aegon. A legitimate heir, not a bastard. You must marry soon,” Queen Alicent told her eldest son.

To Aegon, however, it was nonsense. He didn't want to marry. Well, at least marry purely to produce an heir. He was never one to believe in true love but when he met you all that changed.

Walking the Streets of Silk one night, you ran into the eldest prince, Aegon Targaryen. Like most nights, he was inebriated and had to walk with the help of his guards, but he seemed to have sobered up when he saw you. His back straightened, his eyes widened, and Aegon Targaryen was rendered speechless.

Aegon took in your beauty, your hair, your delicate hands, your mesmerizing face. “Why is a beauty like you running through the Streets of Silk?” he slurred.

One of your eyebrows shot up but quickly you schooled your face into one of calmness. He didn’t recognize you. Of course he didn’t, he was always too drunk to even register you. Whenever Aegon would venture into the streets at night you would always be behind him, making sure he never did anything too drastic as the future King, as per Queen Alicent’s request. You watched him lay with many women at the brothels, as painful as it was to you. You don’t know when, but at some point after the Queen sought out your help, you had fallen in love with the uncontrollable elder son of the Targaryens.

You bowed quickly, as you wanted to keep decorum while also not letting too many people know that the prince was here, not that he made himself quiet during these outings. “Why, thank you, my Prince. I am simply wandering the streets as you do.”

Prince Aegon cocked his head to the side. “You should not. This is no place for someone as…” he looked you up and down, “precious as you.”

“You consider me precious, my Prince?” you stifled a laugh.

Aegon took two strides to you and soon he was only a breath away. He smelled of alcohol and sex and yet you welcomed it with open arms. When his hand came up to cup your cheek, a shiver pulsed through you. Prince Aegon was intoxicating and you wanted more of him.

“Yes,” he whispered. “You are precious to me.”

In an attempt to back away, you instead found yourself pressed up against a wall. The guards who were keeping watch over Aegon did nothing to remove him from you. They did what they always did: watch.

You tried to reason with him to get this foolish notion out of his head. “You do not even know me, my Prince. And I do not know you.”

The last sentence was a lie and you knew it. You knew Aegon like the back of your hand.

“You seem…familiar to me,” Aegon mused. “Perhaps I should entertain you somewhere else?”

As much as you wanted to deny him, to tell him no, you knew it would be useless. Useless because he was the crown prince and because you would do anything for him, even if it meant breaking your own heart.

If it were even possible, you moved closer to him. “I know a place we could go, but it must be alone. Your guards would not be allowed.”

He dropped the hand that was one your cheek. “Allowed? They are my guards, they go wherever I tell them to.”

“Then it is your choice, my Prince. Come with me, alone, or let me go.”

Aegon looked back and forth between you and his guards. His guards did not make any suggestion as to what he should do but simply stared at the two of you.

Aegon grunted. “You. I choose you.” He turned to his guards. “You are dismissed."

One of the guards stepped close. “But, my Prince, we are on strict orders to keep your watch.”

“You leave me alone when I am fucking the whores. This is no different.”

The guards shifted their feet and muttered something about agreeing before leaving you two be.

For a moment you stood there, Aegon trapping you between him and the wall. Staring up at him, you took in his beautiful violet eyes. They were always so intense, you could find them anywhere. However, there had always been a hint of brokenness to them. Something hurt him long ago that he could never get back, never heal from.

You coughed. “Let me take you to this place.” You pushed him back slightly to get around him only to turn back around and offer him your hand. “Do you trust me?”

Instead of answering, Aegon took your hand.

The next time Aegon found you was when he was wandering the castle, no end in sight; no goal. When he saw you he had to rub his eyes to make sure that he was not seeing a hallucination. It could not be you, yet here you were, the beauty from the Streets of SIlk. The precious one.

You were walking to your meeting place with Queen Alicent and Ser Criston Cole to give them an update of Aegon and how he has been faring on his nights out. So far it has all been the same. Lots of debauchery and stupid decisions but nothing yet too damaging to the Crown.

“You!” Aegon’s voice cut through the hallway.

Immediately, you turned and bowed. “Yes, my Prince?”

There was a crazed look in his eyes. He was disheveled and looked as though he got little sleep. You knew that last half was a fact, though. He spent his whole night drinking and barely made it to his own bed before first light.

He was quick to start questioning you. “Why are you here? How are you here?”

Lying to him would have been the smart decision but you could not bring yourself to do so. “I am here to meet with the Queen and Ser Criston Cole. I am to update them about my findings.”

“And what are these findings?” Aegon pushed.

Avoiding his gaze, you looked at the ground. “You.” Clearing your throat you made yourself look into his eyes. “The Queen tasked me to watch you each night you went out. That first night we met was no coincidence but rather a failing on my part. You were never to know I was following you, that I was even there.”

“Then why are you telling me now?”

“Because I can not lie to you, my Prince.”

“Everyone lies to me, my beauty. You would be no different.”

“The difference,” you started, “is that I care about you and do not wish to keep things from you.” You huffed. “Now, you must excuse me, I am late to meet with the Queen.”

Aegon watched you briskly walk off. He stared at your retreating form, in complete awe. He had a feeling someone else was always watching over him but never would think it would be you, his beauty. Following your trail, he was careful not to be seen by any other guards who would alert others of his presence. Pressing up against a wall, Aegon neared the door you went through. The door did not fully close, allowing him to catch the conversation between you, his mother, and Ser Criston.

“You revealed yourself to him?” Queen Alicent said hurriedly. “How could you do such a thing?”

“He found me first,” you said calmly. “But I could not find it in myself to lie to him. He asked why I was here and I told him.”

Ser Criston sighed. “Have we been compromised, then? Are you unable to fulfill your duties?”

Your back straightened. “No, Ser. I am still capable.”

“Even if it means lying to my son?” Alicent’s eyes were sharp.

She was known to be kind but at this moment you felt as though you were being trapped.

You swallowed. “Yes.”

“You will continue your duty of watching over him but you are forbidden to interact with him anymore, am I clear?” Ser Criston asked. “We can not have fully armored guards around him all day, which is why we have you.”

“Yes, I will be more discreet." You bowed your head in compliance.

“And you are not to interact with him. That is very important. We must push him in the direction of finding a suitable bride, not towards the brothels,” added Queen Alicent.

You were surprised. You did not think they would be so worried about him finding a suitable bride so soon. Unable to keep the question to yourself, you asked them, “Why does he need to find a bride now?”

The Queen stiffened and looked around. “The King is sick, my dear,” she whispered, “and Aegon is the next in line. He needs a queen to be by his side and to bear his heir.”

“I…I see.”

Ser Criston came forward. “Does this information worry you?”

“Only in that I am concerned for the King, nothing else.”

Ser Criston narrowed his eyes but nodded in accepting your answer.

At this point your hands have gone clammy and you needed some air. Aegon was to be looking for a queen, a wife. You were not someone who could be his and it broke your heart. But it would not stop you from loving him.

The next few times Aegon went out at night he did not venture to the brothel, despite it being his usual haunt. Instead he found himself looking for you. He overheard the conversation you had with his mother and Ser Criston but refused for you to become invisible to him. That one moment, that one night he found you, he had fallen in love with you. He was awed by you. You were his beauty and he would take no one else but you to be his wife. He kept trying to lure you out by putting himself in danger but it never worked. Aegon could feel you though. He knew you were here, always here, watching him.

While you watched Aegon go through his life, you stayed content in the back. You did notice, however, that he no longer frequented the brothels. Instead he was looking around, looking for you, you soon realized. But you could not. You could not go to him. Ser Criston forbade you from interacting with the Prince so that is the way it must be. Always at the ready, you were there for him, for Aegon.

“I CAN NOT DO THIS ANYMORE!” Aegon yelled as he threw an empty goblet at the wall. He slumped back into his chair, wanting nothing more than to be with you.

Of course, you were there, hidden. You wanted nothing more than to go out and comfort the Prince but you knew you could not. So, instead, you sat there, in the crowd, and watched as the Prince threw a tantrum in the tavern.

A madame from the brothel next door sauntered over to him. “Perhaps one of my girls could calm you down?”

“No,” Aegon growled. “I want no one else.”

And with that he stormed out of the tavern, his guards at his heels, and you right behind them.

At some point you had lost sight of Aegon and his guards. Cursing yourself, you slowed down to a walk but kept your eyes and ears open for any sign of Prince Aegon.

Suddenly, you felt the presence of someone around you. “Show yourself!” you said as you unsheathed a dagger that was strapped on your thigh underneath your dress. Looking around, you saw no one but knew in your heart someone was there. You continued to walk, dagger at the ready, when a hand covered your mouth and another pulled you back against a wall.

Fear slammed your head. You tried to stab your attacker but they were well at avoiding your attempts. Although you were tasked with watching over Aegon, you were never trained on how to protect him, much less yourself.

A soft voice flowed from the mouth of your attacker. “Be still, my beauty.”

You halted at his command. No one called you beauty. No one called you theirs. No one but him.

“I will release you but you must be quiet. I do not know how long I can avoid my guards,” Aegon said quickly.

Nodding your head, you agreed to be quiet while Aegon released his hold on you.

“I am not supposed to be with you, Aegon!” you whisper shouted.

Aegon huffed. “I know. I listened to the meeting you had with my mother and Ser Criston a while ago.”

“You did what?” you were in shock.

“I could not help myself. I wanted to know what was going to happen to you. Because…” Aegon took a deep breath. “Because I can not stay away from you.”

“No,” you felt tears desiring to push through. “You must find a good high born lady to be with you.”

“If I am to be the King then I can change who I must be with. And it is you I want you to be my queen, to be my wife. I want you to carry our children.” He brought a hand to your waist and a hand to your cheek. “I choose you. We can marry, quickly and quietly and all will be done and then no one can hurt you.”

“What about your mother? Ser Criston Cole?” you asked. “There will be consequences for this kind of action!” You pressed your forehead against his but quickly pulled away.

“Consequences be damned! I want you!” He gripped you tighter.

It should have scared you, how much Prince Aegon wanted you, but it did not. Instead, it made you want him more.

You closed your eyes. “Show me. Show me you want me as your queen.”

Almost immediately, Aegon crashed his lips against yours. He was just as soft as you had dreamed. While his lips were soft, however, his actions were very possessive. He held you tight, refusing to let go. Another hand skimmed over your body, urging you to drop the dagger onto the ground next to you. He moved from your mouth to kiss your jaw and down your neck.

“Beautiful, all the sounds you make. The way you taste. You are my beauty,” Aegon said as he kissed you.

He brushed his hand over the top of your breasts and you arched into his touch.

“I know you want me just as much as I want you,” he whispered. He moved his hand under the skirt of your dress and dragged a finger up your thigh. “If I were to touch you there would I find you wet and wanting?” The hand that was on your breast went up around your throat.

You relished it, being dominated by this man. “Yes. I’m wet for you and only you.”

“Hmm. Good.”

That was all that was said before Aegon plunged a finger inside you.

“More, please,” you begged the Prince.

“Ah, my beauty wants more? Of course I shall give her more.” He added in a second and then a third finger into your heat.

Your eyes rolled back as he started rubbing your pearl with his thumb. Rocking against his hand, you pushed for your climax. You wanted, no, needed, all of him.

“Aegon, I want all of you,” you pleaded.

“And you will,” he said between kissing and nipping on your neck. “Once we are married we will consummate it immediately.”

You held Aegon close as you writhed against him. His violet eyes were intense as he watched you come undone on his hand. When you had regained your breath, he slowly pulled out his fingers and sucked each one clean.

“Divine,” Aegon whispered. “You are mine, now and forever. My beauty.”

Waking up in the Prince’s bed had always been a dream of yours but this time it was not merely a dream, it was reality. Your body was sore in the most wonderful of ways. As you lay there, you recalled the previous night. Aegon finding you in the streets. Him taking you to your climax by only using his fingers. Finding the septon to marry you two under the eyes of the Seven. And lastly, falling into bed with the most beautiful man you have ever met; a man you would do anything for.

Turning your head, you took in the beautiful man asleep next to you. His hair was disheveled and he looked exhausted but he also looked at peace. In all the nights you had followed him, you had never seen him at peace. This is the first time he seemed content.

His eyelids fluttered open, as though he could sense you staring at him.

“Good morning, my wife.” Aegon smiled.

“Good morning, my lord husband.” You could not help the smile that graced your face as well.

Aegon brought a hand up to cup your cheek, just like he had done many times before. “You are mine, now and forever, my beauty. No one shall break us apart. Not my mother, not Ser Criston.”

Leaning into his touch, you took in his words as a promise and you know it was one he would not break.

“AEGON!” Queen Alicent’s voice was piercing. “You married her? The one who was to keep watch over you? Without informing us?”

Aegon sat up in bed, not caring for his nudity in front of his mother. You, on the other hand, tried to cover up the best you could.

“I do not wish to be set up with some boring highborn lady. I wanted her so I married her,” Aegon said simply.

Ser Criston Cole walked into the room and stared directly at you. You could not help but shrink away from his gaze.

“And you will not do anything to my wife. She is mine to protect and to love and she will carry my babes.”

Underneath the covers, you moved your hand to hold onto Aegon’s. He gave you a reassuring squeeze as he continued to talk to Queen Alicent and Ser Criston Cole.

“You do not get a say in who I marry.”

Queen Alicent scoffed. “Well, now we do not. You already went ahead without asking for a blessing.” She rubbed her temples. “Why did you even do this, Aegon?”

“Because I love her.”

The Queen sighed. “If you love her…then I guess all will be fine.”

“Fine?” Ser Criston finally said. “This is not fine, she went against orders, my Queen.”

“Yes, she did, but we are unable to touch her. And I do not see much that is wrong other than disobeying your orders. She is not a threat to us.”

You pipped up. “I assure you, I am not. I only wish to love Aegon with my heart and to bear his children when the time comes.”

Queen Alicent gave Ser Criston a knowing look. “They are simply in love. Was it reckless? Yes. Was it necessary? Not really. Was it done out of love? Yes, and for that I will allow it. I did not get to marry out of love, but rather out of duty. While I wish my children would do their duty, I will not stop them from finding love.”

Aegon nodded. “Thank you, mother.”

“You are welcome, my son.”

You noticed that Aegon’s cheeks flared when she called him that. It was something that was rarely said with love and yet here, it was.

“Now,” Alicent clasped her hands together. “Since your marriage was rather quiet last night, it must now be proclaimed and celebrated today.”

You sat at a grand table with Aegon by your side. You were dressed in the most delicate and beautiful of dresses. Earlier you had been paraded around by Aegon. He was eager to talk all about his wife and how precious she was to him. Even Aegon’s younger brother and sister came to talk to you and welcomed you into the family.

Many were surprised that Aegon married so quickly. He was not known to be one who might settle down with someone. Yet here he was, with you next to him.

Aegon looked at you and brought your hand to his lips. He brushed his lips against your knuckle. “My beauty.”

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fizzing-imagines · 2 days ago

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Rush Hour | Eddie x Bartender! Reader

Notes: This is lowkey a vent, enjoy!

Words: 764

Warnings: Drinking

You were beyond swamped with orders. The tickets kept coming in, no break in sight. With the additional customers asking you to "Hurry up my order, I've got to leave soon." you couldn't help but roll your eyes whenever your back was turned to the customers. Sam, otherwise known as Drunk Sam, was your only entertainment in the midst of this as he told anyone who'd listen about his divorce. That humoured you to an extend where it was bearable.

Graduation week just sucked. So many people came to Hawkins and wanted to catch up at your bar. Plus, two coworkers called in sick so there was barely any help behind the bar except one of the waitresses sometimes pouring a beer.

"Two Martinis.", you said to the two extremely drunk and extremely annoying women sitting at your bar. "Finally.", they commented without even looking at you. You would've loved to empty the glasses over their heads, but since this was service industry-you that wasn't an option.

While you were pouring two Lone Star cans into a glass each, a group sat down at your bar. Not any more, you thought. Regardless, you turned to them with your fake smile. Your boyfriend Eddie and his bandmates greeted you, although all of them were nothing less than tipsy already. "Hey, pretty bartender.", Eddie flirted with a grin. Going home with a drunk boyfriend after all this? Honestly, you didn't know if you could deal with that.

"Hey, pretty boyfriend.", you said back with a small smile. "The usual?" They all nodded in agreement. "Might take a bit, I'm slammed with orders." Regardless of how much they drank previously, they were all understanding.

To your luck, a waitress helped you to finish orders before taking them out. It eased the situation a lot, so much that you could finally go outside for a smoke. Like a puppy, your boyfriend followed behind you. "Hey, baby.", he mumbled while hugging you from behind. You leaned your head back against his chest while taking a drag of your cigarettes. "You smell like beer."

"You smell like smoke."

"Fair.", you chuckled. Eddie kissed the top of your head and squeezed you once. "You look stressed, baby." A small groan left your throat while you closed your eyes. "The rush is dying down, it'll be fine." His scent was so calming, despite the hints of alcohol in it. "I know something to make you feel better at home.", he mumbled into your ear before placing a kiss right behind it.

This wasn't the first time he suggested this after drinking, and it wouldn't be the last time either. But your reply would always remain the same: "I not gonna have sex with you when you're drunk, but we can make out and cuddle." That answer always pleased him, and you knew by the way he hummed into your neck.

When Eddie saw that your cigarette was burned down, so he took it from your hands and put it out for you. "I gotta get back in.", you said before leaning in for a kiss. "Love you lots." He kissed you back and grinned like an idiot afterwards. "Love you too."

As predicted, the rush died down and you were able to close at 3am. Eddie's bandmates were picked up by Jeff's boyfriend and he waited at a table while you were counting the money you made that night with Bev. At least he was sobering up with the pizza you made him and a glass of water. "That's 120$ in tips for you", Bev said as she handed you a wad of cash. "God, that's amazing!", you said with a wide grin while taking the money. "You were saving for Eddie's birthday anyways, weren't you? Seems like a good addition." You shushed her, not wanting Eddie to hear it. He's been talking about a certain guitar he wanted for a while now, and you were saving up to get it for his birthday. "I've pretty much got it all, but he can't know." She gave you an understanding nod before dismissing you.

You drove home with Eddie. Luckily, he was pretty sobered up by now and didn't need the usual guidance you gave when he was drunk.

All you did was strip your clothes off, except for your panties, and plop into bed. Your boyfriend followed soon after, cuddled up to you and started kissing your neck.

"What was that about making out?", he mumbled as his hands started squeezing your boobs.

"20 minutes.", you replied before your lips found his.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine

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to plot or to not plot, that's the question

there's post under the tag that... really tickled my brain because i somewhat agree with it. but not entirely, considering i do still believe OP sounds... i dunno, something, while they are telling FK stans to “have some dignity”. so I'll just add to that, because i think fan interpretation and looking deep into a story is important, than say, just being fed all the info.

now let's start with saying i am a FKT stan and I'll be somewhat biased in my approach, but i will still try to keep this as neutral as possible.

that said, i do think jojo's writing needs improvement. a looooooot of improvement. the other day i was complaining to my friend @skyfish7 how jojo tends to use serious topics as plot devices and then does nothing with them. also the fact that he has a flair for drama and usually seems to include it in places to engage the viewers but he handles it poorly (boeing, I'm looking at you bitchass) or simply doesn't conclude them well (kant's phobia, bison's bdsm shtick, etc, i know we still have 2 eps left, don't kill me yet).

i do think OP was coming from a genuine place but also, i will take the time to defend jojo here too. because THK is not all trash. joong and dunk's characters are visibly seen to be falling in love, whereas first and khaotung's are more subtle.

i know what OP means by saying that it's still hard to believe that kant is in love with bison. because part of me feels that too. i believe a lot of it is because we do not see any detailed development where it's needed or it is skipped over in favour for more drama. like i said, jojo tends to gravitate towards big impactful scenes but he does not lay out the finer details. i am choosing to think that's just his writing style and not him just being a terrible writer. as my girl sky said, it leaves something to the viewer's imagination. and yes, she's right and i agree. spoon feeding every bit of a story is lame and boring, but sometime you do need to add little details where they are needed.

if you've already read my post about how THK seems to be losing steam, you might know what I'm talking about.

I'm very much convinced that this could have done well with a binge watch or if it were in movie format. but imo there's too many things going on with the focus distributed disproportionately among them, which in turn, i think, kinda makes the character development take backseat.

but let me add something about bikant because OP seems to be under the impression that they are simply trash.

jojo tends to make the falling in love subtle. at least for his FK characters. in bikant's case, they were both already smitten with each other from the first meeting. especially kant. he was head over heels for bison and it was very visible. it was deliberately shown. so when he does start the mission of getting dirt on him, the most visible emotion we see from kant is guilt. nothing else but guilt. and that is because it's already established he likes bison as a person. kant's character is written as someone who compartmentalizes things so even when he does find out bison's a hitman and there's proof (we see him staring horrified at the corkboard in their house) he quickly dismisses it. we repeatedly see style telling us that kant is smitten with bison. why? because kant doesn't have the mental capacity to think about romance right now, so it's style who tells the viewers his friend is wrapped around bison's little finger. the time when we finally actually see him do anything remotely truthful is ep#7 — the bowling alley and northern lights scene. kant has successfully gathered all the info he can and now he knows he might lose bison. so this one night he actually goes and lets himself love truthfully. he does all the things he would have done after that first meeting with bison. and then when bison gets shot, that's when he realises what he actually wants. the hospital scene is an important one because it cements the fact that kant cares, kant is in love, but his brain hasn't caught up to the feeling yet the idea is there, the proof is there, but he hasn't had the reprieve to sit and think and let that love marinate well. it's why even when kant says that he loves bison, it's difficult for us to believe. it's difficult for bison to believe. remember, we are viewing the beach scene from bison's pov and he ultimately asks, “you are not fooling me again, are you?” and that is the question from the viewers as well.

“you are not fooling us again, are you, kant?”

so all bison and we can do is take kant at face value and choose to believe him. that's all there is to it.

bison on the other hand? bro has been whipped since the first night. he is a hopeless romantic. he is an abused child hungering for love stuck in an adult's body. bison has been infatuated with kant from the get go, but he has also been suspicious and we have seen that suspicion slowly drop and build back up again time and time. but the moment bison actually spends all of ep#7 with kant and says, “i feel like my life is about to change”, that's him falling in love. that's him acknowledging that he is gone for good and he is finally choosing to believe kant despite the previous shady sus things he's done. bison had chosen to believe in him despite fadel warning him time and time again, and that's why the beach scene hits so hard. he is simply a fool in love. he is naive. he is the younger brother who doesn't know better. he just wanted to love, he loved and he got duped into being loved back (we all know that wasn't the case, but, bison POV like i said).

now, coming back to the point i was trying to make : do i think an extra tidbit of scene where kant's thought process was expanded on could have been better? yes.. maybe. but as a writer who likes to keep her readers interpreting and guessing, i choose to forgive jojo this time (as well). like i said, maybe this is just how he tends to write and honestly that's fine. every writer has a set of audience they are aiming for and i think there are plenty who enjoy his work (i do too, i just wish he'd tone down on the super big things suddenly being thrown in out of nowhere and then doing nothing with it).

and as far as sandray goes, boy do i have news for OP because ray is a classic example of a mentally ill abused child who is now an alcoholic and sand is a surrogate husband/caregiver growing up in poverty who puts himself last. that's their story. that's the story jojo wanted to tell, and i will rant about ray and sand and forgiveness (because OP thinks he is an asshole, so i want to make a point) but.... in a different post.

for now, this is it. i hope you forgive and understand kant. bro is trying and so are we.

#the heart killers #kant pattanawat #bikant #kantbison #kant x bison #bison thk #the heart killers the series #my meta #source : 29daffodils #firstkhao #firstkhaotung #sandray #raysand #ofts #only friends the series #only friends

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THE CORPORATE EQUATION chapter 4 ✫ jeon jungkook

in the aftermath of the crisis, Jungkook becomes more receptive to your ideas, but his growing feelings leave him frustrated and defensive.

CONTAINS: corporate!au, ceo!jk, headofhr!reader, grumpy x sunshine, slow burn, accidental vulnerability, mutual pining, emotionally unavailable jk, bickering turned bonding, fluff & angst :)

NOTE: this will be a mini series. thanks so much for reading!! this work is not revised and english is not my first language :)

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❀ chapter four: under pressure

The morning air was crisp as you stepped out of your apartment. You clutched your beige coat tighter around you, the lingering fatigue from the past few days still weighing on your body. The system crash had turned the office into a war zone, and despite the crisis being under control, the tension hadn’t fully dissipated.

As you walked your usual route, your feet automatically led you past the small café where you and Jungkook had casually met. You slowed your pace, stealing a glance inside. The place was the same—warm lights, the scent of fresh coffee, and the soft chatter of regulars. But something about it felt different now, as if it carried the weight of unspoken words and moments that you hadn’t fully processed yet.

Shaking the thoughts away, you exhaled and continued towards the office. There was no time for distractions, not with what was waiting for you at work.

You slid into your chair next to Minji, who wordlessly pushed a Caramel Macchiato toward you. The comforting scent of espresso and caramel wrapped around you like a much-needed embrace. You shot her a grateful smile, but before you could take a sip, Jungkook’s voice cut through the room, sharp and commanding.

"Let’s get started."

Mr. Jeon stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. His tie was knotted just a little too tightly, and his usual effortless confidence was replaced with something colder, more restrained. His gaze briefly flickered toward you before snapping away.

“We need to focus on restructuring the damage control protocols,” Joohyun was saying. “This incident exposed major inefficiencies, and frankly, it was a wake-up call. HR shouldn’t be interfering in IT matters.”

The room stiffened. You exchanged a glance with Soojin, who raised an eyebrow, already sensing where this was going.

You clenched your jaw but kept your tone even. “HR wasn’t interfering. We were making sure employees weren’t burning out under pressure. If people collapse from exhaustion, who’s going to fix the crisis then?”

Joohyun waved a dismissive hand. “That’s not enough. This wasn’t just an IT failure. It was a failure of oversight.” His gaze flickered toward you and your team. “HR has been too involved in matters beyond their scope.”

Your stomach twisted, but you forced your posture to remain steady. Jungkook’s jaw tightened. He wasn’t stopping this.

Jungkook’s gaze flickered toward you, something unreadable in his expression. But instead of backing you up, he exhaled sharply and said, “HR needs to stay in its lane. We had it under control.”

The words stung more than they should have, but you refused to let it show. “Caring about people isn’t overstepping—it’s our job,” you shot back.

Joohyun scoffed. “Then maybe you should do your job better.”

Minji’s knee knocked against yours under the table in silent support. Silence blanketed the room. Your throat tightened, but you refused to break in front of them. The exhaustion, the sleepless nights, the endless hours spent making sure the company didn’t fall apart—it all simmered beneath the surface, dangerously close to spilling over.

Beside you Dohyun squared his shoulders before speaking, his voice sharp with frustration. “Mr. Jeon, isn’t this enough? She has worked harder than anyone in this room.”

His expression was unreadable, his gaze fixed on the table. Jungkook didn’t say a word. His jaw tensed, and without another glance in your direction, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving it in stunned silence.

You let out a shaky breath. The sting of betrayal clung to your skin, but you swallowed it down, forcing yourself to focus.

Joohyun smirked like he had won something, and that’s when the sting in your eyes became unbearable. You blinked rapidly, swallowing the lump in your throat as the meeting carried on.

Minji leaned in, whispering, “Breathe. Don’t let him get to you.”

But it wasn’t just Joohyun.

It was Jungkook too.

Jungkook barely registered the hushed murmurs following him as he strode out of the conference room, his jaw tight, his grip on the office door handle unyielding. The moment he stepped inside, he shut the door with more force than necessary, the tension from the meeting still clawing at his chest.

A familiar voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Rough morning?” his father asked, sipping his tea.

Jungkook turned to see his father, standing near the bookshelves. He carried himself with the same air of authority he always had—effortless, refined, and utterly unshakable. He had the kind of presence that made men twice his size nervous, and even now, with retirement behind him, that presence remained.

Jungkook sighed, loosening his tie as he collapsed into his chair. “Something like that... What are you doing here?””

His father hummed, setting his cup down. “Can’t a father check in on his successor?” His sharp eyes scanned Jungkook’s face before he sighed. “Though, I suppose I already know what I’ll find. You’re overworking yourself.”

Jungkook scoffed, sinking into his chair. “If that’s all you came here to say, I have a lot of work to do.”

The older man ignored the dismissiveness in his tone and settled into one of the armchairs across from him. “Actually, I came to inform you that the company will be hosting its annual benefit gala next weekend.”

Jungkook exhaled through his nose. “Right. The usual overpriced charity event to appease investors and stroke the egos of the elite.”

His father smirked. “You say that like you aren’t part of that elite.”

Jungkook didn’t respond. He hated these events—forced smiles, empty conversations, and expectations that weighed on him like chains. He didn’t have the patience for it.

“The board expects your presence,” his father continued, his tone shifting to something more pointed. “You need to show confidence, charisma. That you are fully settled into your role as CEO.” He leaned forward slightly. “And for that, you can’t attend alone.”

Jungkook’s brows furrowed. “Excuse me?”

Sanghyuk raised a brow, as if his son’s confusion was amusing. “Your image is important, Jungkook. You’re already known for being ruthless in the boardroom, and some people find you… unapproachable.”

Jungkook’s lips pressed into a thin line. “That’s not my problem.”

“Actually, it is,” his father countered smoothly. “The right alliances are just as crucial as the right business decisions. You need to bring company—someone who softens your image, makes you look less…” He gestured vaguely. “Cold.”

Jungkook ran a hand over his face, already dreading where this conversation was going. “I’m not parading around with a meaningless date for optics.”

His father tilted his head. “Who said it has to be meaningless?”

Jungkook stilled, his mind instantly flashing to her. The way she had stood her ground in that meeting, the fire in her eyes, the way his chest clenched when she looked at him like he had let her down.

His silence didn’t go unnoticed.

Sanghyuk smirked knowingly. “Ah. So there is someone.”

Jungkook scoffed, masking the sudden tightness in his chest. “You’re imagining things.”

His father leaned back with a chuckle. “Perhaps. But if I were you, I’d think carefully about who you bring. The right person could change everything for you.”

Jungkook stayed in silence and his father proceeded to talk. "I heard form the board that the HR team has managed pretty well with the system crash... Is that true?"

Jungkook said nothing, his fingers tapping against his desk “They are. The head of HR is managing well."

His father’s gaze lingered on him for a moment before he said, “You know, I always had a soft spot for that girl. She reminds me of your mother—fierce, loyal, and endlessly patient.”

Jungkook looked away. “She’s frustrating.”

His father chuckled. “She’s frustrating because she challenges you.” He leaned forward, his expression turning serious. “You have a good team, Jungkook. Don’t push away the ones who actually care.”

Jungkook didn’t respond. He wasn’t sure he had an answer.

Later that evening, your parents arrived back from their trip, and despite the exhaustion, you went to pick them up. The last thing you expected was Jungkook showing up, offering you a ride.

Jungkook didn’t offer you a ride so much as he stated it, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. He was entering his office when he heard you talking about your parents coming back.

“I’ll take you to the airport.”

You had been gathering your things, still fuming from the earlier meeting, your fingers curling around the strap of your bag. “That’s not necessary. I can—”

“Let me take you.” His tone wasn’t harsh, but it wasn’t gentle either. It was that controlled, restrained voice he used when he didn’t want to fight but was too damn stubborn to back down.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose before finally giving in. Arguing with Jungkook when he was in this mood was pointless.

The drive was steeped in silence, thick and suffocating. The morning meeting from earlier lingered between you like an open wound, neither of you willing to be the first to press on it. You stared out the window, the city lights blurring into streaks as Jungkook drove. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, his jaw locked, and you could feel his frustration pulsing in waves.

It wasn’t just the meeting. It was everything. The late nights. The exhaustion. The unspoken words.

At one point, Jungkook exhaled sharply, his fingers flexing against the leather steering wheel. “I wasn’t trying to undermine you,” he muttered, breaking the silence.

You turned to him, arms crossed. “Could’ve fooled me.”

He glanced at you, his expression unreadable, then turned his eyes back to the road. “It’s not easy for me.”

You frowned. “What’s not easy?”

“Letting go,” he admitted, voice quieter this time. “Trusting that someone else has it handled.”

Something in your chest clenched, but before you could respond, he pulled into the airport’s drop-off area.

The moment you stepped out of the car, you spotted them—your mother waving enthusiastically, your father standing beside her with his usual composed presence, and Minho, your older brother, watching with narrowed eyes.

“Oh my,” your mother gasped, eyes immediately landing on Jungkook as he stepped out of the driver’s seat. “Who is this?”

You internally groaned. “Mom. He's my boss.”

She ignored you completely, a delighted smile spreading across her face as she approached Jungkook. “Aren’t you just handsome?” She turned to you with a smirk. “You never mentioned you had such a charming boss.”

Jungkook, to his credit, only blinked before bowing slightly in greeting. “It’s nice to meet yoU.” His voice was polite, but you could see the stiffness in his posture—the way he suddenly looked out of his element.

Your father was silent, his calculating gaze sweeping over Jungkook like he was evaluating him for something you weren’t privy to. Then, after a moment, he nodded. “Jeon, isn’t it?”

Jungkook nodded in return. “Yes, sir.”

A beat of silence stretched between them, and you almost felt bad for Jungkook. Almost.

Minho, however, was the one who cut in next, stepping beside you with a smirk eerily similar to your mother’s. “So this is the guy you’ve been talking about?”

Your eyes widened in horror. “Minho—”

Jungkook turned his head slightly, eyes narrowing just the smallest fraction. “She talks about me?”

Minho shrugged, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “Oh, you know. She mentions you occasionally.”

You wanted to die. Meanwhile, your boss was looking at you with something unreadable in his gaze. There was amusement, sure, but also something deeper. Something that made your stomach twist.

Your mother, ever the observant one, clasped her hands together. “Well, we should get going. It was lovely meeting you, Jungkook.”

Your father gave a curt nod before following her toward the check-in counter, but Minho lingered just a moment longer, leaning in slightly. “She deserves someone who sees her,” he said, his voice quieter now.

Jungkook’s fingers twitched at his sides.

Then, with one last knowing smirk, Minho turned and walked off, leaving Jungkook standing there, still watching you. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and turned back toward the car, but before you could slip inside, Jungkook’s voice stopped you.

“I—” He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “Drive safe.”

You glanced up at him, and for the first time all night, the tension between you felt different.

You nodded. “You too, Jungkook.”

After the airport encounter, you and Jungkook barely spoke. Not out of avoidance—at least, not consciously—but because work consumed you both. The crisis had left a mess in its wake, and between back-to-back meetings, damage control, and finalizing reports, you hadn’t had a moment to breathe.

You told yourself that "your boss situtaiton" didn’t matter. It wasn’t as if anything had changed. He was still Jungkook... Mr. Jeon—sharp, guarded, and emotionally unavailable. And you were still you, someone who had no business lingering on a moment that had ended as soon as it began.

It wasn’t until nearly a week later, as you packed up to leave for the night, that something new disrupted the routine.

Soojin sighed dramatically, stretching her arms before leaning against your desk. “Did you see the email from the board?”

You looked up, confused. “What email?”

She waved her phone at you. “The invitation to the Beneficial Gala? It’s a company event, but all the wealthy investors and executives will be there. Black-tie, fancy venue, the whole nine yards.” She raised an eyebrow. “We’re expected to attend.”

You groaned, rubbing your temples. “Because of course we are.”

“Come on, it’s not that bad,” Soojin teased. “Free food, open bar, and the chance to see which department head drinks too much champagne and makes a fool of themselves.”

You snorted, shaking your head. But before you could respond, your gaze drifted toward Jungkook’s office. The blinds were partially open, and inside, you could see him sitting at his desk, one hand running through his hair while the other gripped a pen so tightly his knuckles had turned white.

He looked exhausted.

Soojin followed your line of sight and sighed. “He’s been like that all day.”

You frowned. He had been distant—not just from you, but from everyone. Sure, Jungkook always carried himself with a certain level of intensity, but lately, it had been worse.

Before you could stop yourself, you were already moving.

“Good luck,” Soojin whispered behind you.

You hesitated in front of Jungkook’s office door, hand hovering over the wood before finally knocking. A beat of silence. Then—

“Come in.”

You pushed open the door, stepping inside to find him slumped over his desk. Papers were spread out in front of him, his laptop screen glowing with half-written emails, and a barely touched cup of coffee sat beside him, long since gone cold.

Jungkook barely glanced up, his usually sharp eyes dull with fatigue. “What is it?” His voice was lower than usual, rough at the edges.

You hesitated, shifting on your feet. “I just…” You exhaled. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

He let out a short, humorless chuckle. “Feels like it.”

You closed the door behind you, stepping closer. “Have you eaten?”

Jungkook didn’t answer.

You sighed, placing your hands on your hips. “That’s what I thought.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of his computer and the distant sounds of the office outside.

Then, tentatively, you said, “There’s a gala.”

That got his attention. He glanced up. “I know.” Of course he did. He was the CEO.

“The board expects everyone to go,” you continued. “Including you.”

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temple. “I don’t have time for a social event right now.”

You crossed your arms, watching him. “You do realize you’re allowed to enjoy yourself for one night, right? It wouldn’t kill you.”

He shot you a dry look. “Debatable.”

You rolled your eyes. “Look, I get it. You have a million things on your plate. But you’re running yourself into the ground, Jungkook.”

He went silent at that. For a second, you thought he would argue, but instead, he just stared at you—something unreadable flickering in his gaze.

Then, almost reluctantly, he sighed. “Fine. One night.”

You blinked, surprised he agreed so quickly. “Really?”

Jungkook arched an eyebrow. “Don’t push it.”

You smirked. “Wouldn’t dream of it. But now... come have dinner with us. You need a break.”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.”

He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “Why do you care?”

You hesitated, then said, “Because someone has to.”

For the first time that day, Jungkook didn’t have a sharp retort. Instead, he stood up, grabbing his coat. “Fine. But if your brother interrogates me, I’m blaming you.”

You smiled. “Deal.”

As the two of you walked out together, something in the air felt lighter—tentative, but not as hostile. Maybe, just maybe, the distance between you wasn’t as vast as you thought.

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ultimateplaylistmaker · 1 day ago

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Got a tag on my post about how Makoto becoming principal in dr3 is in character that argues that while it is in character, it’s not in character for the themes of the franchise as a whole and is a rather surface read of the ideas. This rubs me the wrong way as first of all Kodaka was involved, he was the supervisor of the project, Makoto becoming principal would have fallen under his decision. As well as the fact it carries onto v3 so dismissing it as a failure to understand the themes is just incorrect. Kodaka knows his themes for his own series.

Danganronpa always has had a theme of circular violence, trauma repeats when one doesn’t take the time to truly heal for it. Whether it be Mondo killing Chihiro, the Warriors of Hope’s everything, the constant use of amnesia as a plot point, the final chapter twist of v3. The circular nature of unhealed trauma and despair is very much a theme. Not repeating cycles is something portrayed as not easy and taking a lot of strength even back in the first game, it’s not easy to end the killing game, to finally truly bow away from the game and it’s sadism and find a new path.

The recreation of Hope’s Peak falls fully in line with the themes of abuse, manipulation, and dependency around Hope’s Peak we see time and time again in the story, the fact that it isn’t so easily stamped out, was always present. Future Foundation’s focus on talent is even shown in goodbye despair emails we see and how they treated the remnants before they realized they were remnants. The lack of respect for Makoto is also shown in said emails. Nothing about future foundation we really learn in dr3 goes against this.

If anything Hope’s Peak staying gone would have been a bigger betrayal of the themes of how structural injustice is a constant problem. See everything about Ishimaru’s FTEs and his hatred of the word genius and the idea of talent. While some of Hope’s Peaks actions get criticized, the characters struggle to see the full picture of the school itself being an issue because everyone trusted and loved the school.

Things get shoved onto Junko, or dismissed as a personal issue of one group or person and not an inborn issue because Hope’s Peak has always kept at least the image of perfection and privilege to the world, and after another killing game, where he almost lost Kirigiri, almost killed himself, and had to witness nearly everyone else in future foundation die, raw and guilty snd unhealed, it makes full sense for the themes of the story that he gravitates back towards Hope’s Peak, the source of it all, and rebuilds it, starting the cycle up again because he was never allowed to heal from it and thus familiar and stable.

In DR3 we learn fully well just how unhealed Makoto is, he’s a very haunted person constantly being pushed to extremes for survival and constantly as all times being reminded of how he’s supposed to be the Hope. Him recreating the school of his trauma is extremely in line with how the circular violence is shown to us. Especially if we take in v3s story and show how it resulted in yet another killing game farther down the line, with Makoto being placed in the same position Jin was in the videos, asking his students to leave everyone and everything they ever knew forever for the chance of survival and hope for everyone through the arc, with them too going through the same kind of memory erasure as Makoto did when they find out it was never that simple and death was already inside. I am aware the it’s all fiction makes this kinda confusing but I’m focusing more on the story tsumugi was telling before it fully broke down and how it relates into danganronpa’s themes

Makoto’s optimism is a point of contrast to the darkness that both shows why he could become Hope but why he also fails to grasp how fucked up everything was from the start. It’s to be taken side by side with the truth of the school from the audience, purposeful contrast, not a denial of the darkness. He is the innocent bystander, the fool card, he simply does not see, and in turn, cannot call out what is hiding in plain sight

Dr3 just has more focus on Hope’s Peak to the audience. The cruelty of the system and the fact Makoto rebuilds it are taken side by side in DR3, but whenever Makoto is in scenes or Hope’s Peak, he’s sheltered, his eyes turned away from the darkness. Even when others attempt to force him to see, his luck or someone else swoops in to protect him from it. Makoto is actively protected by the plot from being allowed to see the themes of cruelty and hate that permeates the system. He is very much kept purposefully blind by the story, because his thematic role is as an embodiment of Hope’s Peak, not an opponent of it.

He’s the golden boy, the shining example, the propaganda piece. His role in the narrative is to not challenge Hope’s Peak, but be the representative of everything Hope’s Peak is supposed to be but never really is. He is the onlooker who sees the gold and sparkle and shine and doesn’t see the bodies behind the curtain, the average joe success story of the lucky draw. He is what’s good about the system, because there is some good in it. The talent system can uplift those in poverty, it can give resources and respect to those who genuinely can use those to do good in the world. Everything good about the talent system is reflected in Makoto to some degree. He uplifts, he gives resources, he protects, he speaks of a better world, he wants to use talent and hope as a force to give people strength and something they can stabilize on /rally around. Makoto is the good of Hope’s Peak.

Makoto recreating the school was practically destined to happen for Makoto with how heavily his Hope talent gets tied up in the school. Makoto never has a reason to question Talent outside of thinking Luck is kinda lame, he has no reason to not try and bring Hope back through what he sees as the symbol of hope.

While Izuru talks to Komaeda about how he was taught and the audience learns that, it’s not information Makoto gets, I’m pretty sure Makoto doesn’t even know the extent of Izuru’s everything until Junko tells him. Makoto simply is in too privileged a position with an inability to be allowed to process his trauma healthily or seek outside voices to his echo chamber, something likely intentional to the themes of the corruption of the idea of Hope, Makoto is pretty intentionally never ever put into a position where he rejects Hope’s Peak or is allowed to actually examine what Hope means because people keep trying to use or kill him, often at the same time.

It’s thematic irony, not a failure to understand the themes. Hope’s Peak cannot be uprooted by someone who was kept away from its darkness. Makoto drinks the kool aid too hard to be the destruction of talent. To him, it simply is how the world works, and he never has a reason to doubt that. Again, how he interacts with Ishimaru in his FTEs. Especially with how Makoto’s response to insecurity and trauma is deeply avoidant, looking Hope’s Peak in the eye and calling it out for what it’s done simply isn’t in his nature. If he has a problem, he will simply throw himself into a project to not think about it.

Makoto and his group of survivors never could have been the ones to challenge Hope’s Peak, too ingrained, too benefited by the status quo, too martyred and traumatized, too sheltered from the darkness, too lacking perspective and options, too deep to question if talent is truly an inherent thing. It would break the story if someone like Togami suddenly was like “actually talent bad.” It’s just not a group built for that part of the story

Calling out an ingrained structural issue with society is very very different then calling out a blackened in a class trial. As one takes deep contemplation and reflection to understand how you and everyone around you is subtly impacted and influenced, the other is a situation where you can ignore yourself and throw yourself into it without letting yourself remember the stakes.

Shuichi was a much better fit for rejecting hopes peak by the end of v3. He was someone burned by his talent so heavily, who seemed to genuinely view his talent as making his life worse. Who watched as talent was never fully a positive thing for anyone around him. Like just Maki’s existence with such a fucked up talent of forced cult assassin makes his group be prime to point out the flaws of the system and reject it. Shuichi was never sheltered, even when he really should have been. Shuichi was primed to see nothing but the darkness destroying him, with his character arc being about finding his ability to still keep moving despite that darkness and fight against the idea that the darkness was his fault or inherent, and instead fight for the right for no one to ever go through it again.

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