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jtl-fics · 11 months

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Fluent Freshman - Part 21

“What made you think taking on a mafia hitman was a good idea?” Andrew asks as he and FF were positioning themselves the best the could for an ambush on Romero.

Since, they APPARENTLY had time to talk.

Romero had gotten the text Andrew had sent him and INSTEAD of coming out right away to progress the whole SCHEME to kidnap and murder Andrew’s Junkie like any sensible goon Romero went to the BAR. Romero went to the Bar to get him and Jackson a round of CELEBRATORY drinks. Romero is still there at the bar waiting to be served by an INCREDIBLY nervous Roland if the number of exclamation marks and puking emojis is to be believed.

What the FUCK is there to celebrate?

These two idiots want to kidnap NEIL and so far the only thing Romero knows (thinks) that they’ve caught are two people that Neil would come for but even in Andrew’s text he’d been clear that he needed help getting ‘The boyfriend and the new friend’ to talk let alone getting them to call ‘The Wesninski Brat’ out. Andrew had hated typing the name in reference to Neil but it was the only thing the two ever referred to him as in their chats.

Is it some insane mental game that Romero thought he and Jackson were going to play on Andrew and Smith? Toasting to their torture so they’d give up Neil? Who knows.

He realizes that FF hasn’t answered him, his eyes focused on the door when Andrew’s thoughts had drifted. A reliable guy, steady in a pinch, and focused like most the others weren’t.

(Andrew does not know that FF is thinking about how one would go about becoming a Mafia Hitman. What is that career path like? Do they show up at job fairs? Do you get a job as a short order cook at a business that acts as a front and see to much but you’re also the only one that knows the secret spaghetti recipe the boss likes so you have to sign yourself to the family? Are you out doing your own freelance crime and someone higher up sees your work one day and literally head hunts you? Is it like in Saw where you survive an ordeal and then-)

“Smith?” Andrew draws FF’s attention away from the door.

“I didn’t think it was a good idea at any point.” FF says and Andrew is surprised by the admission and is more surprised by the twist of FF’s lips into a frown, “I just did what I thought I needed to do.” He adds.

(Andrew does not know that the twist of FF’s lips has more to do with the fact that he is realizing that Romero likely STILL has not washed his hands. Romero hasn’t washed his hands and he is going to hand Jackson a DRINK with those hands. Ugh. Honestly a contract killer AND someone who doesn’t wash his hands? Who RAISED him? What does his grandma think of this? FF hopes she’s disappointed in him.)

“You thought you needed to lure a hitman into an alley?” Andrew asks because the plan is stupid even if so far it has worked out for FF. The fact that Romero hadn’t just come out when he sent Jackson the signal is only due to FF’s good luck and their stupidity.

“I didn’t have a lot of time to think up anything more than the first plan I thought of. I saw him looking at Nicky on the dance floor.” FF says with another twist of his lips as he self-consciously rubbed at his cheek. It’s never fun to have someone who has time to pick apart a plan that you barely had time to form. Andrew can understand the irritation and is glad that FF isn’t lashing out at him for it.

(Andrew does not know that FF is not irritated he is just remembering that he had held up his broken toilet bowl phone to his face to pretend call Captain Neil. He’s contemplating asking if Andrew maybe possibly has a wet wipe? Actually the murder van probably has bleach to clean up evidence, maybe he can just dip his face in there for like a minute.)

“Don’t use a plan where you martyr yourself. I already have to deal with Neil’s bullshit tendencies.” Andrew says instead of thanking him. “You should have just called me.” He says.

FF just holds up his phone, “Dropped into a club toilet. Completely unusable.” He says and yeah that makes sense. FF would have probably just texted Andrew but coming out and seeing a hitman going after Nicky probably made it impossible for the freshman to go get help without drawing all the attention to himself first if he wanted to make sure Nicky stayed safe.

Still.

“You dropped it into a toilet? You haven’t even had anything tonight.” He says because that clumsiness is not something he expects from FF.

“You try taking a pee next to someone on the FBI’s most wanted list and see how dry your palms remain when he’s talking about grabbing one of Captain Neil’s friends to lure him out.” He says with a brow raised.

That’s fair.

He figures that Romero hadn’t even noticed FF standing there. FF was incredibly good at just making himself unnoticeable (to Andrew’s occasional great annoyance and to Kevin’s great desire to study him for Exy related purposes).

“You recognized him?” He asks.

FF’s gaze slides to him, “I looked up a lot about the Foxes after I signed.” FF answers before his gaze slides back to the door. Roland had just texted Andrew that he’s getting Romero’s drinks ready (Two bud lites. Those are the celebratory drinks he waited for?? Embarrassing.) “I really looked up to Captain Neil. So, I read a lot more about him than anyone else.” FF admits but the fact that FF looked up to Neil was not in any way shape or form a secret.

FF was the only one who was ALWAYS paying attention to whatever Neil was saying and never argued with it. Even Andrew tended to just get lost in the sound of Neil’s voice when he’s going over Exy plays and not actually listen to the plan. FF’s eyes were always right on Neil and his actions on the court showed that he had been paying attention and knew what he was doing. Kevin also listened but he tended to fight Neil on the finer details of plays, strategy or anything else. FF was the one who would just nod and do his part in whatever possible play Neil had broken down for them.

FF was also categorically incapable of referring to Neil as anything other than Captain Neil.

Neil had bristled early on at it. He had thought it was a mocking title, something FF was saying to rile him up because that’s what Freshman Foxes did. That’s what Freshman Foxes always do. FF slid into the team without a whisper of rebellion and it hadn’t taken long to realize that FF was using the title with sincerity even if his monotone did not perfectly convey that.

It’d been that sincerity and that ease that had FF be the only option he’d considered when Bee said he should consider expanding his friend pool.

So if FF looked a little deeper into Neil’s past and sees Neil’s part in it as something to respect, something to admire?

Well, he personally thought he always had great taste in people. (He ignores the voice in his head that sounds like Nicky complaining about Kevin still not knowing German despite it being the family language.)

“You sure you don’t want one of my knives or the knife Jackson had?” It was pretty big and Andrew didn’t think it would work well with his general style but maybe FF could use it somehow. He was uneasy that FF was going into this fight unarmed. FF still hadn’t talked about how he’d taken out Jackson when the man had a knife like that.

“Do I look like Crocodile Dundee to you?” FF asks with a raised eyebrow and Andrew has to pause a moment for the movie to load into his brain before he offers an amused quirk of his own lips.

FF is a funny guy.

His phone dings. “He’s on his way.”

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Aside from thinking about how nice the conversation he was having with his friend Andrew (his friend! His friend Andrew! God how is he going to admit to Gran that Andrew was never planning on stabbing him? She threatened to come over and square off with the ‘mean young man’ bullying him. He’s gotta go grab the makings for a secondary pie to even start to make up for this. Maybe Andrew would prefer a cobbler? He should ask his friend his preferences.) he was thinking about how he really wished they hadn’t had a cut away from Gracie Hart showing all the various forms of self defense she knows in the movie.

He had no idea if he could do a repeat performance of S.I.N.G. with Romero.

It’d be nice to have a few more things in his repertoire because all he has is striking Romero with the heel of his hand in the nose, getting grabbed from behind to throw him over his shoulder (which what if Romero is shorter than him? How will THAT work. Gracie Hart guide my steps!), and of course S.I.N.G.

If he survives this he might write a letter to the writer.

The door opens and honestly FF and Andrew agreed that surprise and speed were going to be their best weapons. The two of them go in for a full body tackle but Romero must just be a higher class goon than Jackson was since he manages to body them away. The door shuts which is mostly what they wanted anyways. Romero can’t go back in and grab someone to use as a shield.

He sees Andrew pull out his knives and now FF realizes that any level of threatening Andrew had done before must have mostly been in jest or just as intimidation. When Andrew wants to stab someone it’s obvious that he’s aiming to stab them.

Romero manages to parry Andrew’s first stab with a move that FF had seen on the ‘how to handle someone coming at you with a knife’ videos. FF sees Romero go in to bash one of the Bud Lite bottles over Andrew’s head so he launches his water bottle at Romero’s hand. The bottle falls and shatters harmlessly on the ground.

He kicks Romero’s other hand since the water bottle bought him time to get close. “You fucking brat!” Romero hisses.

He sees Romero reaching for something at the same time Andrew is going in for the second round of stabbing. Romero dodges out of the way but FF can see what might actually for real be an entire gun concealed in his jacket.

He can see Romero going for it. Sees the same smile on his face he’d seen inside as his hand wraps around the handle.

FF doesn’t think.

FF doesn’t think because if he does he’ll freeze.

So FF acts.

“Gun!” He yells and runs full force tackling Romero as hard as he can but unfortunately he tackles Romero into Andrew.

The three of them grapple on the ground. It’s hard to keep track of what limb is who’s and he’s pretty sure he’s accidentally hit Andrew a few times instead of Romero but he’s also pretty sure that Andrew punched him in the stomach so he thinks they’re equal. Finally FF gets a hand on the gun that Romero had been trying to get the safety off of and he knocks it out of Romero’s hand. “You kids will-“

Romero doesn’t get to say anything else because Andrew manages to land a punch right to his jaw that has Romero go limp under the two of them. They look at one another and Andrew manages to pull the handcuffs they’d purloined out of the Van while they were waiting off of the belt loop they were hooked onto and gets them around Romero’s wrists.

They stare down at the second unconscious man on the FBI’s most wanted list in the alley.

Then they roll off of him and onto their backs. Both of them wheezing from a combination of exertion, adrenaline, and (at least in FF’s case) a fair amount of pain (Christ Andrew packs a PUNCH his stomach is already sensitive. It’s a miracle that punch hadn’t made him puke.)

“That was…so stupid.” Andrew pants.

“Yeah probably.” FF admits.

They lay there for about a minute and FF thinks that maybe someone will need to carry him because his stomach is KILLING HIM with all this.

“Alright let’s-“

Andrew is sitting up and looking at him when he stops talking.

FF doesn’t really know what the issue is but starts to sit up, “Don’t you DARE.” Andrew hisses and FF finds himself being pushed back down to the ground to lay flat. “Don’t move Smith.” He demands and is pulling his phone out of his pocket as he keeps a hand on FF’s shoulder.

FF doesn’t really understand what’s got Andrew so upset all the sudden. “Andrew, what’s-“ he tries to sit up again. Is there a third person and Andrew wants him to keep down? There’s not really cover here they should move towards the dumpster maybe?

“Smith, I told you to not move.” Andrew hisses before whoever he’s calling seems to pick up. “I need police and an ambulance. We’re at Eden’s Twilight in the back alley.” He looks to FF, “What’s your blood type?” He asks.

FF has NO idea.

“I don’t know.” He answers and Andrew makes a disgusted sound. “Andrew, what’s-“

Then he sees it.

He doesn’t quite get how he missed it before now.

“Huh.” He hears himself say.

That’s Andrew’s knife handle sticking out of his stomach.

It appears that Andrew Minyard may have stabbed him in the stomach.

“Well, that’s about what I expected.” He says and lets his head rest against the pavement.

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kangmoon27 · 5 months

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Control You | Jungkook FF

Pairing: Supreme leader/cult yandere possessive Jungkook x force wife Yn.

Summary: Growing up it was never in his wanting to be the leader of a cult but if it means he could have you and control you then he's up with it.

Growing up, he really hates the fact that he's next in line. He hates the fact that he has to stay here in this kind of society. He wanted to leave but sadly he couldn't, soon the whole society will be controlled by him, everyone will follow him and it's because he's born to be the leader of this cult.

Jungkook never wanted to be part of this but he doesn't have a choice, he had to, he's born to be like this, he's born to be like this.

Of course he tried to leave his birth place but always failed. It's either someone caught him nor his mother will beg him not to leave this place while kneeling on the ground crying.

But something made him stoped from leaving this society and even convinced him to stay. It's not something, it's actually someone.

Choi Yn who's a daughter of one of the cult member. She's born brave and talented who's absolutely gorgeous but everything seems to be wasted if she will just stay here in this toxic society where everyone admires their leader who all did was to brainwashed his people but not Yn.

She's smart enough to understand the wrong doing inside this cult she belong to. She promised herself that one day she will leave this place and have a better life far away from here but it was ruined. Her dream was ruined.

Jungkook became crazy for her. He keeps on following her around like a lost puppy, begging her to accept his proposal to make her as his wife but lady Yn never agree.

Jungkook will surly do everything for her so he made a deal with his father. He said he will stop trying to leave this cult of only Yn will be his bride and without thinking twice his father agreed.

Yn has no other choice but to actually marry him. For the sake of her family she had to do what he says. As simple as that, he's in control while she's under control.

"A beautiful shade of light pink will surly look good on you my lady" he whispered while kissing your neck. He stared at you through the mirror while smirking. He pulled the zipper of your dress up and turned you around.

"See, I told you, it will look good on you. But it would be much better without it." Your husband said while biting his lips. You surely did turned him on, just the way you look so helpless with those pity eyes. The way you never argue and just always do what he says. Being an obedient wife like how he wanted surely keeps on turning him on.

His thumb brushes your lips. He smile at you before pulling you by your waist and k'ssed you. You gave yourself freely knowing what the consequences would be if you didn't.

After some moment he finally pulled away and took a deeper breath after the breathless k'ss you both just did. The smile on his face never vanished knowing he won his battle, he won you.

"Just stay like that and everyone will be safe under my control baby." He chuckles before grabbing your hand and pulled you out of the room.

Everyone is complementing how good looking you were and how lucky you are that their supreme leader chooses to marry you. But that's what they just thought cause if only you could speak up right now all you wanted to do is to shout and course them for talking bullsh't.

You've never got this so much attention before, no one even thinks of taking your side when you tried to asked them to leave this cult. Not even your own parents but now they all complementing you just because you're the wife if the leader. Position really speaks loud and if you don't have it they your voice is useless cause no one will believe you.

"I told you. We loon good together, everyone literally said that my love and it's time for you to believe it." Jungkook whispered and kisses you. His hand travel down your waist and pulled you closer to him completely closing the gap between the two of you after seeing someone approaching you both.

"Long time no see Yn. It's been awhile. I missed you." Junghyun said trying to hide his pain. Your eyes meet his and it begin to filled with tears. You missed him so much. The memories of both of you flashes back and begin playing in your brain. You wanted to tell him how much you missed him and love him but it's too late. Both of you just looked at each in sorrow. The untold and discontinue story between the two of you hunted in regret.

"It's appropriate to talk to someone's wife like that mostly to your supreme leader Junghyun." Your husband said while gripping his hold on your waist. Junghyun bow at him as respect while you're left being shameless and scared. You knew exactly what will happen as soon as you get home.

"I'm sorry supremo. My apology if you think that was ruined." He glance at you while you just looked away not wanting to have another commotion that will burn your husband in anger.

"Please excuse me. I'll take my leave now. Have a great day." With that Junghyun left leaving Jungkook offended and mad.

He feels insecure after facing your ex lover. Knowing you used to love him fully and naturally not by force like what he did just to get you.

"Fck I hate him. Fck it, we're going home." Whisperings those and pulled you away with him.

"Tell me how good daddy is, huh?" His hands circle around your n'ck as he pushed his full l'ngth inside slamming his hips back then forward to make you whimpers and cries

He loved the wet and creamy texture of your c'nt. "So good!" You whimpered again grabbing his biceps to dig your nails inside them.

"The way you fill me up makes me wanna get fcked every single day, hour, minute and second" You looked into his eyes as he did the same.

He attacked your neck while his h'ps kept moving.

You started crying while hugging him, feeling him deep buried inside you made you feel disgusted. You can feel how every inch of his organ touches and feels you. Soon he c'm and thinking it was done Jungkook bang the wall and keeps on going.

He flipped you, facing the pillow as he pushed himself back in your c'nt while his fingers played with your f'lds. His t'ngue l'cked your back and started s'cking on it leaving marks that you unwanted.

"You're mine okay, just mine." He said shot himself inside you. "Sh't knee down and take me like you own me. Be obedient."

A knocked on the door woke you up only to find yourself alone in your bedroom. You tried searching for your husband but he's no where to be found and once again the door knocked. As soon as you opened it your eyes light up but your smile came crushing down realizing how bad thing would be if your seen to be together.

It's you against the whole community. "What are you doing here?" You asked but Junghyun just smiled at you and pulled you into a deep k'ss.

"You send me a letter that you wanted us to run away right then let's go. It's our time now we should leave already before everyone wakes up." Junghyun started pulling you hand and walked out of the house using the back door.

The whole tribe wa quite, it's middle of the night and people are already sleeping. This is exactly what you wanted. Escape from this cult and be with him but something isn't right.

You never sent a message nor letter to him mostly about running away knowing how Jungkook gripped on your n'ck is. You pulled away from Junghyun making him look at you in confused.

"T-this is wrong, I have to go back and you should too! It's his plan Junghyun." The confusion is written on his face. He clearly didn't know what's happening until every one revealed themselves one by one from their hiding place, soon your husband also came out looking so sad and betrayed.

"Was I not enough for you my love? I gave you all even my whole life but you still choose to be with him and continue cheating on me?." Jungkook cried infront of his people trying to get the sympathy of each and everyone of his cult.

"How could you both betrayed our supremo!! You both deserve the worst punishment!!." A woman from the crowd whom you called your mother speak up breaking your heart even more. He's really good at manipulating everyone that's he's already been the victim that even turned the table and make your parents turn on his side.

"N-no no no please mother I love your daughter very much I would be more in pain if I'll lose her. It's all his fault if he'll be gone then me and my wife will never have a problem again. It's all his fault." Jungkook said crying to convince everyone that it's Junghyun's fault.

You run towards Jungkook and started slapping him while he just let you do it to him as everyone started drugging Junghyun away shouting the word "burn him Alive, burn him Alive" repeatedly.

"W-what? No no no no no I love him!! I want him it's my fault." Your mother came to you and slapper you, your body landed on the ground and looked at her in disbelief.

"How could you do such a thing Yn!! All supremo wanted was to give you the best and love that you need. You're lucky enough that he choose you to be his wife and this is what you will do in return?!." She picked you up and pushed you to Jungkook as he immediately locked you in his embrace.

"She's all yours supremo, don't worry we will take care of him." Your mother said before turning her head on you. Soon you and your husband was the only one left.

A hard slap landed on your cheek. Falling on the ground while caressing your cheek you saw him going on his knees and grabbed your chin so hard.

"I'll break you tonight. I'll break you into pieces and mould you again, I'll mould you like how a perfect obedient wife would be cause I'm in control and I controlled you."

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brightgoat · 3 months

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Hey hi! I’ve been an avid follower of yours for awhile for your Pucci art but, this green child au has me hooked more and more lately! Your art is stunning by the way, thank you for posting!! The final metamorphosis panel has me excited for the next installment you share ngl.

Anyways, I was wondering if I could ask a few things about it? Specifically, what has happened after O-moon came into the picture, and the buildup to part 13 and 14? Of course if you wish to keep things vague or don’t know, there’s no need to answer! I’m just curious.

When did Jotaro get alerted to the incident and decided to finally come around? Did he encounter Pucci first or Jolyne? After the revelations that O-moon revealed to Jolyne, how did her perceptions of her father and Pucci shift? Did Jolyne ever figure out what Pucci was most likely about to do to FF while they were cornered by him? Have you thought about how Weather Report factors into this AU at all (since he’s probably in prison at this point)?

Sorry for the bombardment, and again no pressure to answer these if you don’t wish to!

- Kimera

Greetings! Thank you very much for the compliment, hope the payoff to that comic was satisfying haha

So, I wanna keep things vague with this AU, telling the main story beats through images and short comics- not only cuz I like it that way but also cuz... I haven't decided a lot of the details hahaha-

Answering this via lore dump, hope you like reading, this can be just one of many ways it could've happened:

I imagined that while Pucci and Jolyne were out getting souls, Jotaro was studying whatever is left of Dio's followers, and eventually tracks down Pucci, and travels to the US. Perhaps he finds out Pucci has been tutoring Jolyne from Jolyne's mum (who knows maybe they reconnected).

Oh and yes, Jolyne's mum knows abt Pucci, but of course not who he really is.

During this, Jolyne has awakened the Green Baby and fused with it. Jotaro may even sense that something is wrong through their family psychic bond thing.

Jotaro, realizing Pucci is a step ahead of him by already taking in his own daughter, tracks Pucci down to the church and confronts him there, sparing no time and going straight to beating answers out of him, where's Jolyne, what happened to her, what's your plan etc.

I had this thought, that once Jolyne fuses with the green baby, she inherits a bit of Dio's knowledge, and it helps her realise she's been getting used by Pucci all along. Not only that, she inherits the will to go to Heaven, and it drives her to complete the plan, she's strung along by fate now.

Now obviously she feels betrayed by Pucci, but still sympathetic to him, and rescues him from Jotaro. She's conflicted, she's angry, the only reason both Pucci and Jotaro reached out was because of some bigger-than-her plot, and not because of herself. She doesn't know how much of what Pucci gave her was genuine or because of her use to him.

(had this idea for a scene that right after Jolyne rescues Pucci, all three of them are still in church and Pucci realises she's transformed, he yells for her to stay still so he can get Whitesnake to take whatever's inside her out, but as soon as Whitesnake reaches out, a hand bursts out, he thinks it's Stone Free and suddenly JUMPSCARE O-Moon jumps out at him and the reversed-gravity throws everyone away from her-)

The only friend she has left is FF, and yes she finds out what Pucci did to them, furthering her anger. So she drags FF along with her, they are eachothers' only allies here, and although FF doesn't fully understand what's happening to Jolyne, they'll stay by her side (cue the uhhhh 'oh jolyne gave me so many memories and memories make up my intellect so i owe her yadda yadda-')

Aaaaand as for Weather, yeah mf's still in prison lmao I haven't thought too much about him. I wanted this to focus on Jolyne and Pucci, though if I did turn this AU into an entire actual story, Weather would probably come up at some point. God knows how though lmao-

#green child au

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b1ackbunny · 7 months

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LOVE LIES

CH. 2 | VIRTUAL PASSENGER PRINCESS

A Bada Lee smau-ish ff

pairing: bada lee x fem!dancer!oc (jia mei yu)

synopsis: bada lee wasn’t looking for love when it found her. jia mei yu couldn’t truly comprehend the feeling inside when she was with her, on and off the dancefloor. when these two dancers meet by chance, a bond is formed and uncharted territories are explored.

word count: ≈ 2.7k

warnings: definitely au-like… no mentions of swf or smf, uhhh idk any more, bad writing, friendly violence, a little inaccurate, unedited

previous: chapter 1

next: chapter 3

masterlist

taglist (open): @badasgirlfriend

a/n: I feel like this started as looking like a filler but progressed gradually… anyways the way me and bada are fr married and have a cat, dog, & turtle 🤞🏽 she’s my woman fs!!! I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY <333 let me know if I should make a taglist

Jia hummed as she made her way around the kitchen. It was the morning after exchanging numbers with Bada and sadly, they both didn't know what to text each other first.

Footsteps were heard trudging down the stairs and hall before the sleepy figure of Laura appeared in the kitchen walkway. She settled onto a chair by the kitchen table and loudly yawned. Jia glanced at her sister before continuing to make the two breakfast.

She peeked at her phone on the counter a couple of times—well, multiple—as she worked. No texts or messages from Bada had appeared yet. Jia slightly frowned before plating the breakfast. By this time, Laura had taken out two small boxes of coffee milk and moved to the dining table.

Jia brought the breakfasts over and set them in front of their seats. Laura thanked her before taking a bite. She watched as Jia glanced at her phone for another time and then sipped the coffee milk. Laura squinted at her sister and slightly leaned closer, drawing Jia’s attention to the girl.

“…Yes?” Jia asked with furrowed brows, starting her breakfast. “Why do you keep doing that?” Laura took a sip of her coffee milk before folding her hands. “Doing what?” The older sister questioned back as she continued eating her breakfast.

“Checking your phone every five seconds.” Laura immediately responded, signaling toward the device on the table. Jia’s eyes widened a little before returning to normal, flickering between her sister and her phone. “Oh, no big reason. Just waiting for a text.” Jia shrugged, looking down at her food and she continued eating.

Laura took a long sip of her milk before tsking. “I’m gonna call bullshit on this one. You don't even check your phone this much when waiting for work calls.” Jia rolled her eyes at her sister’s remark and scoffed.

“Just so you know you're completely wrong. I check my phone a decent amount of times for work calls.” Laura hummed in uncertainty and made a face before being shushed by Jia.

“But, fine… I’ll tell you. See, I'm not actually lying because I am waiting for a text.” Jia started, taking a moment to sip on the milk to try and conceal the budding smile that was ready to overtake her face.

Laura motioned her to continue, already pulling her legs onto her seat in anticipation. “I met this girl at YGX yesterday-” She was cut off by a scream from Laura who started clapping. A smile took over Jia’s features as she laughed and motioned for Laura to quiet down.

“Tell me more, I need to know more!” Jia ran her fingers through her hair, thinking back on the evening before. “She’s probably one of the most beautiful women—scratch that—beautiful human beings I’ve met in a long time. Her smile was so pretty, her laugh, when she danced…” Jia covered her flushed face silently screaming at herself to get a grip.

This caused more screams to be heard from the younger as she began to tease her sister. “How are you crushing this hard after just meeting her?” Jia removed one hand to wave off her sister before continuing on her rant.

“But at first I didn't get the chance to get her number, right? Hours later, guess who shows up at my practice room door?” Laura’s jaw dropped and she lightly tapped her table. “No way.” “That's what I was thinking. But then, she asked me for my number.” Laura shook her head in astonishment to which Jia nodded back with a laugh.

“She made me giggle. Giggle, Laura.” Jia stressed, slightly embarrassed after thinking about it. “How do you act like a dumbass and still pull? I don't even want to be like you, I need to be like you.” Laura confirmed with a nod causing Jia to deeply sigh and prop her hand against her forehead.

“I think I messed up my chances a bit though. I said I wanted to be friends.” Jia winced and closed her eyes, shaking her head. Should she have been more direct in her efforts? “Honestly, I think it's a good thing you said that. Get to know each other first, you know?” Laura truthfully examined the situation before nodding.

Jia raised her head and nodded in agreement. The two sisters finished up their breakfast before continuing their morning routines.

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Since Laura was spending the day filming at home, Jia didn’t need to prep Kija, their sphynx cat, for a day at home alone. Jia took this opportunity to get an early start to her day. It was currently 8 am and her first class began at 10 so she decided to go on a quick grocery trip beforehand.

Exiting the apartment, she locked the door before moving to the elevator. Once she left the complex, she walked to the nearest grocery store and initiated her journey through the aisles. Jia was about to call Laura when she saw the notifications that slid onto her screen.

No, it wasn't that Bada texted her, but it was that she followed her on instagram, twitter, and tiktok. A gasp left her mouth before she slowly covered her mouth. She made sure the aisle was clear before fist-pumping and hopping.

Regaining her composure, Jia cleared her throat before moving down the aisle, adding a couple of items in when necessary. After she paid at the register, she walked back outside and pulled her phone out of her pocket.

Jia stared down at her phone again before looking up, and biting down a smile. With a quick breath, she followed Bada back on the three apps. Almost instantly, Jia put her phone back in her pocket and walked home.

Did she follow back too quickly? The thought loomed around the girl’s head, causing her to sigh before shifting her focus back to the trek home.

Once she reached the apartment, she placed the groceries in their respective areas, hugged Kija on the way to the door, and made sure to bring her car keys and dance bag.

Jia crossed the street and strolled over to her car. She placed the dance bag in the passenger seat before running over to the other side and hopping in the driver’s seat.

Today, she was spending most of the day at 1Million Dance Studio. She had 4 classes in total, three that she would teach and one that she would attend, which Jia knew meant it would be an easier day.

When she reached 1Million, Jia saw the digital clock read 9:15 a.m. This meant she had a little less than an hour to spare so she started scrolling through her tiktok for you page.

She liked and reposted a couple videos before deciding it would be best to head in early. Jia grabbed her possessions before leaving the car and walking toward the entrance.

It's been a little less than a month since she taught a class at 1Million, but when one of her favorites, Lia Kim, asked her to lead a class, she couldn't turn her down. One of the artists Jia’s most recently worked with was a new girl group called Kiss Of Life.

She loved the group’s vision and happily accepted when asked to choreograph a couple of dances for them. Today, she would teach her students the choreography of Sugarcoat by Natty.

Jia swung the bag over her shoulder once she reached the receptionist. She politely greeted her as she signed in before moving through the familiar hallways. Passing a few familiar faces, Jia entered the restroom.

She walked towards one of the sinks and washed her hands before reapplying her lipgloss. Jia examined her outfit in the mirror before putting her lipgloss in her bag.

The door to the bathroom opened but Jia didn't pay attention as she wiped around her lips. “Jia!” The mentioned girl pivoted toward the noise and a smile arose almost instantly.

“Oh my gosh! You guys almost gave me a heart attack!” Jia held a hand over her heart while she laughed. The two girls rolled their eyes with smiles as they made their way toward Jia.

They engulfed her in a group hug, squeezing her tightly. “It's so good to see you. I was stalking your Instagram and why have you basically only been dancing at YGX?” Redy jokingly quizzed the girl, pulling away from the hug and crossing her arms.

“My queen Leejung has kept me captive. But don't worry, you'll be seeing me more often.” Jia dramatically said before adjustng the bag on her arm. Debby patted her shoulder and shook her head.

“How come you didn't tell me you were having a class today? Also, why did I have to find out through Redy that you were coming to one of my classes?” Debby playfully squinted her eyes at the girl and mimicked Redy’s cross-armed position.

“I wanted to surprise you. You know I love you guys, you're like my 1Million babes.” Jia said with a pout, linking her arms around her two friend’s shoulders.

They laughed and set their heads on her shoulders. “I know I missed you and all, but please release me before I pee my pants. That's the reason we came here.” Redy spoke up, causing more laughs to erupt as the three unlinked, watching her run to a stall.

“I missed you guys. Please stop by one of my classes.” Jia said loud enough so Redy could also hear before waving goodbye as she exited the restroom.

Continuing her trek down the halls, stopping at times to greet familiar faces, she reached her dance class and saw that some students were already waiting outside. She looked down at the time, it reading 9:48, before looking back up and giving the students an impressed expression.

Jia entered and dropped her bag at the front of the room. She reviewed the dance until it was less than five minutes from the class’s start time, making sure to cut down the mistakes she might make while teaching.

Once she was done, Jia opened the door for the early students and greeted them as they arrived.

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Jia finished both her own class and Debby’s, so she decided to congratulate herself by taking her lunch break. It was a little after 2:00 and Jia exited the studio. She looked down at her phone and saw she accidentally left it on do not disturb for the duration of both classes and the 20-minute break in between.

She mentally winced as she saw the notifications roll in. Luckily, none of them seemed to be from her agency nor her work email. Jia reached her car and unlocked the door, climbing into the driver's seat before tossing her bag on the passenger seat.

The girl inserted the key into the ignition but didn't ignite it, silently scrolling through her notifications. Her eyes widened when she saw the multiple message notifications from a certain taller dancer.

Without another thought, she unlocked her phone and opened the messages. What she was met with warmed her heart.

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Meanwhile, during the moments leading up to that text back, things were a bit more chaotic on Bada’s side. Although she had a class she was teaching after texting Jia, the girl was slowly taking over her thoughts.

During the water breaks she found herself checking her phone a bunch. It honestly was a miracle she got through the full class without slipping up.

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Jia set her phone on the stand in her car. She looked into the mirror and fixed her hair a bit before she heard the ringing of her phone. She looked down at the incoming call and took a deep breath.

The girl waited a few moments before accepting the call. She leaned back in her seat and smiled when she saw Bada’s face pop up on screen. “Hey, you.” Bada teasingly said with a smile, propping her phone against her bag.

The girl on the other end could tell Bada was in a studio at Just Jerk by the wall behind her. “Hey, how have your classes been?” Jia asked as she ignited her engine. “They’ve been pretty fun! I taught some old and new choreo. What about you?”

Jia sighed with a smile, pulling out of her parking space and heading onto the road. “Mine are good so far, I taught a class and went to my friend’s class. I think you might know her.”

Jia’s eyebrows furrowed in slight thought before she turned a corner, glancing at the girl on the other end of the line. Bada wore a slightly confused expression before taking a sip of water. “I might, what's her name?”

As Jia approached a red light, she subconsciously leaned back in her seat and rested an arm on the center console. “Debby. She teaches at 1Million.” Bada’s eyes widened and she “ohed” in confirmation.

“Yeah, I know Debby! This makes a lot more sense why she- nevermind. Where are you going?” Bada changed the subject, not wanting to mention the series of replies from Redy and Debby to the girl.

Jia raised an eyebrow and glanced at Bada before brushing it off and answering the question. “Whenever I'm at 1Million, I usually go to this cafe not too far and get lunch.” The dancer explained, resting her head against the headrest and sighing at how long the red light was.

She noticed Bada move her face from the camera’s view and furrowed her eyebrows. “What's wrong?” “Nothing!” Bada quickly responded and after a couple of seconds, put her face back in the camera’s view.

On the other end, Jia shook her head with a smile before sitting up once the light turned green. “How long is your break?” Jia questioned, glancing at Bada as she lightly pressed the gas pedal.

“I don't have a class for the next 40 minutes,” Bada responded, causing Jia to hum before switching lanes. “That's good to hear,” Jia said with a smile that spread across the line onto Bada’s face.

“Are you sure I'm not bothering you while you're driving?” Bada randomly asked and Jia finally pulled into a parking spot by the cafe. “Of course not! Honestly, I like having you on the phone when I'm driving. You're like my virtual passenger princess.” Jia teasingly admits, looking anywhere but at her phone when she talked.

Risking a peek at Bada, she saw the girl hold a bashful grin, her cheeks reddened as she dipped from the frame. Once she returned, Jia leaned on the steering wheel and brought her face closer to her phone, deciding to spare the girl and not bring up her reaction.

“So Bada Lee, did you eat lunch yet?” The mentioned girl nodded, mimicking Jia’s movements and bringing her face closer to the camera. “Yes, I did Jia Mei Yu, a couple of hours ago.” Jia flippantly frowned before pushing off of the wheel and sighing.

“Well, I guess you'll just have to watch me eat.” The girl said with fake sadness and unbuckled her seatbelt. She pulled out her wallet and headphones from her dance bag and removed her phone from its stand.

Before exiting the car, she put on her headphones and connected it to her phone. Jia talked to Bada for almost the full duration of her time in the cafe, only directing her attention away from the girl when she talked to the employees.

Whenever Bada talked, Jia easily directed her concentration to her. She's a very active listener in general, but especially when it comes to Bada. She hung on each word Bada said, responding and commenting on some of her remarks.

When Jia talked, Bada couldn't take her eyes off the screen. Any sounds from the other rooms near her landed on deaf ears. All her attention was focused on the girl who lit up her screen.

She didn't know how Jia was able to absorb all of her attention without even being physically present. She nodded along to the girl’s statements and laughed at her jokes, even if they weren't always that funny.

The two grew closer together, staying true to their words on becoming friends. Although, at the back of their minds, they both hoped for something more.

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blood-orange-juice · 4 months

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ok so ive never properly played genshin and don’t plan to but i know a bit about it’s lore and characters and i think it’s really neat. however i have thousands of hours on ffxiv. on that note please explain why graha and childe are similar. i only have very basic knowledge on childe and i gotta know

Fellow ffxiv enjoyer. <3

(anyone asking me about G'raha has a 100% chance of getting a wall of text and I'm not apologising for that. enjoy your wall of text)

I'm not entirely sure I'm not a case of a person with a hammer to whom everything resembles a nail, but I do think they are the same archetype.

Sweet characters who could have been perfect sidekicks (who still are perfect sidekicks) but listened to too many epic tales as kids and found themselves in a wrong place at a wrong time and now have to play a key role in some universe-changing story.

Both are defined mostly by their stubborness, they are not very suitable for the roles they've chosen and fail over and over again until they do it somewhat right (barely).

No matter how badass they look, their power is not their own, G'raha is a glorified technician of someone else's miracle and little else than a living key, Childe wields an art of old Khaenri'ah without fully understanding it. It's all borrowed from someone else who needed them to achieve a goal.

They do look badass, but mostly because they larp. I'm honestly not sure which one enjoys theatrics more.

Civilisations that created the magic they use specialised in perversion of the natural order of things. They try to use it in relatively noble ways and mostly hurt themselves but the flavour is there.

Both are unbelievably tragic and both somehow make their stories seem almost lighthearted. Complete absense of self-pity. I think that's what makes them both so charming, it's a rare trait.

Both have an incredible capacity for loyalty and love and an incredibly twisted view of what relationships look like. "I'll cross time and space for you, I'll die for you, I'll build a city for you, I'll live for you but please don't ask me to share my plans." "I'll sacrfice my own health and respect of my subordinates to keep my brother's happyness, probably my humanity too, but don't expect me to actually interact with him."

Both have something that looks like self-sacrificial tendencies bordering on suicidality while being, if we are honest, a self-serving trait (partially born out of low self-esteem but still self-serving). They want to live in an old myth and sacrificing oneself is a perfectly reasonable price for that.

Huge egos. And I mean Huge Egos. It's a bit less obvious in Graha's case but I know the type, you see guys like that in PhD programs a lot.

Huge dorks. Both of them.

Both are stuck somewhere between human and non-human and, hmm... their ability to remain human is the most astonishing quality of both. By all accounts, neither should have. They somehow did.

Both are incapable of lying to the point where a third of each fandom headcanons them as autistic. Both are somewhat all right with tricking people without technically lying (although Childe had more practice).

Both are secretive because no one would understand anyway.

FF XIV is a kinder story, so it's easy to overlook, but technically G'raha is a case of body horror, accepts the role of a villain for a while and hides from the player way too much. Hmmm... Where else have I seen it. Hmm. Oh right. That ginger guy from Genshin.

Minor things:

Both are little shits and enjoy annoying the hell out of people they dislike.

Abysmally bad fashion sense. There should be a name for this particular type and level of bad. I don't think I've seen this anywhere else.

And then there's the colour scheme. Red+black+white+blue and red+black+light grey+blue (it's an "anime magician" color profile, I think. black-red-white as alchemy colours + blue as pure magic/something elemental). Childe doesn't quite fit but still the combination is rare.

They way they talk. Dear gods. Who the hell talks like that.

Here's where the similarities end.

One is morally grey but ultimately a good guy (technically. I think the point of ShB was that Emet and G'raha are almost the same), another is a morally grey but still (kind of) a bad buy.

At every step of his story Graha is surrounded by people who love or at least appreciate him, Childe is pretty much on his own and surrounded by people who are either shitty or clueless.

G'raha is kind. Truly and astonishingly kind, in a doomed world he chooses to love everything he touches. Silly little priest of hope. Of all the things he has done this is the most wondrous, I think. Not the time travel, not the city he founded, just being able to remain kind after everything that happened to him.

Childe is... well, Childe. I think he is a deeply decent person (to the point of having a visceral distaste for any kind of unfairness) and he's idealistic but he's indifferent more than he is kind. Empathy usually develops only when someone has shown the person empathy first and, as far as we know, he didn't have much of that in his life.

Also G'raha builds things. Childe breaks things. Childe breaks pretty much everything he touches.

One is an archeologist and a mage and another is a warrior.

I think these differences are caused mostly by the settings they were put into. Childe raised in Sharlayan would have been a very different person. G'raha trained by a voidsent and shipped off to Garlean military would look very much like Childe.

G'raha also has a beautiful character development arc. I love his ShB role. He has this huge ego in the raids and is insufferable and then we see an older and wiser him with a bunch of actual achievements and a bad case of impostor syndrome (trying to do anything real always humbles a person, we all know that real world is held together by sticks and scotch tape. honestly, this change alone is beautiful). And he gets to be an actual hero when he abandons all hope to be Important and resigns to die as a nameless villain if it saves everyone and spares his loved ones from heartbreak.

Childe's character development is yet to happen and I'm not hoping for much but we'll see.

The only difference that definitely isn't created by setting is that G'raha is naturally manipulative. In a kind-hearted way and mostly for the sake of better larp but he isn't that straightforward. Childe is spectacularly blunt for all his mysteriousness.

As a bonus, they both compare main characters to stars, but in completely different ways.

"No doubt your heroism will be the star by which I chart my course," says G'raha to the WoL.

Childe mentions the morning star, which is, of course, pretty and a good companion to a lonely traveler, but also it's not a celestial body you can chart your course by.

It's a guy whose signature weapon is called "Polar Star" and his first artifact set was full of nautical themes, so I think he fully understands what he's saying. "You are my friend but I won't change anything in my life for you."

So I don't think his story will be anything like G'raha's, his life took a different turn very long ago. I do think they used to be similar as kids, bookish boys who dreamed of adventure and being special. So it's fun to compare.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk. <3

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yakumtsaki · 9 months

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Continuing to part 2, part 1 here!

Laksmhi gives us Gallagher Newson and they have 3 bolts! I've been playing the Tinkers because Melody is like 150yo and it'd be too sad to have them outlive their only kid. They both wanted a baby but were a few days from elderhood so I had them foster the Newsons in their giant house! It's such a wholesome household to play, like literally the exact opposite of this one.

Gallagher is super cute and I'd normally consider him for spouse but thanks to Barth's ridic 20 woohoo LTW all we want here is to get our first kiss and bounce. Will we do it???

-NOT IF I HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT🐺

YOU. GTFO RIGHT NOW

-NOT A CHANCE, I'M HERE TO PICK UP MY OLD HOBBY OF COCKBLOCKING🐺

-And we're here to help! -The wolf that is, not our son!

FFS. Despite all this malicious sabotage-

-which at some point included Liz playing catch with the wolf, which Jojo only got him to do after like 30 years-

-this went really well! Not Felina-Meadow tier well, but well for Barth subterranean standards..

..Gallagher even got a crush on him from one little flirt! Cute!

We take our date Downtown to seal the deal, everything is going great-

-Bartholomew is pulling these impressive moves.. and then.. FOR NO DISCERNIBLE REASON..

I CURSE YOU, SHAJAR'S PERSONALITY PANEL. I CURSE YOU TO DAMNATION

-How dare you not accept my flirting! -YOU JUST PUT ME IN A HEADLOCK, FREAK -What's your point!

-Look at these shameless idiots dancing! Gross! I'd have to be like.. 200% drunker than I am right now to even consider it! -You're drunk?? -You're not?? Man if I was a broke orphan I'd be drunk all the time. Which I am. Drunk all the time, I mean, not a broke orphan. -I'm outta here. -WHAT! WHY!

Welp, we still got our first kiss thanks to the automated goodbye kiss thing that I finally have to get the mod that disables it because it pisses me off. But whatever, a win all around!

-Hi, Grandpa >:( -What's wrong, Bartholomew? -I WISH I WAS DEAD

-This is exactly what I was worried about when your mother married into that trash family, look at you.. -What! There's nothing wrong with me! -Nothing? Really?? The correct form is 'I wish I WERE dead'! -WHO CARES -Clearly not your dimwitted, Union-gene inflicted self! -OH THAT'S IT, GET READY TO RUMBLE

-I can't believe Grandpa Ti-Ning beat me up! This is the worst day of my life!

At least you have Jimbo!

-Yes, yes I do.. It'd definitely make me feel better seeing the shock and betrayal in his eyes as I choke him to death.. -Ha, like you can get your tiny hands around my thick-ass neck, pussyboi, I'll bite your entire head off! Now shut up and clean off this manure I've been rolling in, and look at me in the eyes while you do it!! -..I need a drink.

Yes you do, I mean if this is how your life is gonna go you might as well be drunk.

Sandy has found a new dog bestie in Veronica to the point she completely missed work to stay and play with her-

-while iVan is team Wendi!

-𝙸 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝙸𝚃, 𝚆𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙸; 𝙸 𝚃𝙾𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙰𝙶𝙴𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙰 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙱𝙸𝙳𝙳𝙴𝙽 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙰𝙵𝙵𝙰𝙸𝚁;

-𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺 𝚈𝙾𝚄, 𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚈, 𝙹𝙸𝙼𝙱𝙾 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚆𝙴𝙽𝙳𝚈; -JI̸M̵BO B̴E̶L̴O̶N̴G̸S W̴I̷T̵H V̵E̸R̷O̵N̵IC̷A̶, Y̴O̵U̶ AN̷D̷ YO̵U̵R̵ C̷A̵T AR̸E B̵O̴T̶H PE̴RV̶E̷RT̵S🧟‍♀️

-Forget it, Jim, it's Uniontown.

As I'm intently watching the billionth iVan-Sandy fight the fighting window pops up again-

-and sure enough, THIS BETTE/JOAN SHIT HAS ESCALATED. I 1000% blame Barflina.

Bruh. Not only did Sophie lose-

-but her disloyal hoe wife immediately went to chat with Liz after! SHAJAR FFS

-What! I'm allowed to socialize with whoever I want and I happen to like Liz! It's not because I have some deep-seated resentments toward Sophie or anything!

It's ok, Soph, you'll always have your pets💛

-And my pets will have Eliza's heart for dinner💛

Can't blame you💛

It's officially time to fuck off for college as there's some glitched bill on the lot and we got repo'ed despite not owing anything! Gross!

-HA! I TAKE YOUR POOL LIGHT. I TAKE IT

For a moment I thought you were taking Glitched Butler #7!

You know what, take Shajar while you're here. BITCH FFS

-What!

You've talked more to Liz since she beat up Sophie than you have the entire time you've known her!

-That's a complete coincidence!

Ya well when you get fed to the dogs it'll be a complete coincidence too!

Alright we're outta here, college time for Barflina. Can't say I'm looking forward to it!

-Anything to get me into Meadow's arms and away from Grandma Victoria's batshit ghost!

-THAT URN-SMASHING BRAT IS NOT WINNING THE HEIRSHIP AS LONG AS I LIVE👻

Vic, I don't know how to tell you this, but you are not currently living. Well, I guess you metaphorically ~live through~ Barflina.

-GROSS. I'D RATHER BE DEAD👻

See you at La Fiesta!

#gen 4 #long post #ts2

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mini-garden-won · 8 months

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Brother's Best friend (lhs ff)

warnings: none really, agressive Heeseung, mentions of alcohol, swearing, if i missed anything please tell me (first time writing here<3) Brother Sunghoon, Brother's best friend Heeseung "JUST LET ME GO HOON!" You shouted at your brother

"Nuh uh miss, first of all, not with that attitude you're not going. Second of all, that outfit is far too revealing, right Heeseung?" Your brother asks the lost boy who'd sat there between the fight.

"Uhm, I think she looks fine. Just let her go Hoon. She's 20, she can decide her outfits on her own." Heeseung responds

"See? Thank you Hee, my brother over here is being a little brat" You say

"Me a little brat? I'm trying to look out for you! Don't come running to me when all the guys at your party come for you. So much for bros Heeseung."

They all look at each other and giggle a little, easening the mood now

"Fine. you can go but don't be home too late and make sure you have a driver cause i'll be out with my girlfriend yeah? Oh and Heeseung could always drive you home right?" Sunghoon tells Y/n

"yep, I'm free all night, don't hesitate to call me" Heeseung reassures Y/n

"Sure yep, everything under control, I have a driver." y/n lies, she didn't have a driver but who cared right?

Wrong.

There you were, dazed in the middle of the party where you'd now lost all your friends, whether that being them going off with some random guy or having to go home from how drunk they'd been. So here you are, alone, desperately calling people you knew to pick you up but not a single one free. Your brother was out with his girlfriend, your parents out of town and the group of friends you came with completely wasted. There was the last person who you knew would always be free, but did you want to call your older brother's best friend? No,? Because you didn't want to bother him. But what option was there now?

phone rings "Hello Heeseung?" I say as I hear the call connect

"Did you need a ride home Y/n? I'll come right now, Are you okay?" The sleepy but worried tone comes from the other end of the call

"No no, I'm okay Hee, there isn't anyone available to pick me up so I was going to ask you if you could. Sounds like you were sleeping? Sorry for waking you up" I say apologetically "Don't be sorry Y/nnie (he had a nickname for you), text me the address, I'll come right away. Stay safe while I get there okay?"

You softly hum in response before ending the call and sending the address. it wasn't long before you'd seen his black care arrive in the driveway of the loud party. The lights on his Audi shining brightly towards you. A tall figure erupts from the cars door taking off his jacket.

"Y/nnie, you seem cold take my jacket" Heeseung says concerned. He definitely wasn't wrong, the tube top and mini skirt you were in really wasn't doing you justice in this weather. You nod your head and smile as a thanks as we walk to the passenger car door. Heeseung opens the car door for you (It wasn't something new, he'd done this everytime) his escorts you in, making sure you didn't hit your head and he softly shuts the door. The moment he'd turned around his arm was met with a girls hand- a random girl from the party's hands holding his arm. "Are you new around here hottie? Leaving so soon, a hottie like you should stay a little longer, have a little fun with me". The girl spoke flirtatiously. Heeseungs free hand was now sticking in the open car window as he leant on the car, still in shock from the unexpected girl. Jealousy began to creep your skin as you'd seen the way she talked and touched him. Heeseung was your older brother's best friend, you both had known each other since you were young, you grew up with him and it was no doubt he was good looking, it was almost bound that you'd have even the slightest feelings for him: which you did. The jealousy takes over you as you begin to hold onto Heeseungs free hand that had been resting on the inside of the window. You were sitting out of sit for the girl to see so she had no clue you were there. The girl begins to talk more and more, getting touchier and what madr your blood boil was that Heeseung wasn't stopping it. At this point you'd began to squeeze his hand a little and thats when the words finally escape his lips. "Sorry. I gotta go, my girl's in the car" The girl is then left dumbfounded with a dropped expression as Heeseung leaves to go to the driver's seat, no revealing your seat on the passenger side. Heeseung gets in the car and backs out of the driveway, this time his demeanor had been a bit off. "Are we going to talk about what you just did?" Heeseung asks quietly, breaking the long 5 minute silence. "About what? T-there's nothing to talk about" You respond, almost a little scared with the tone Heeseung had spoken in

"There is a whole lot to speak about darling. A whole lot"

Heeseung grabs your hand and holds in in his lap, squeezing it slightly as you try to pull it away but his grip was far too strong. The rest of the car ride stays silent before he pulls into your driveway. You mutter a quick thank you before rushing to open the car door and running straight for your door, thinking that Heeseung would just leave. but, no. Heeseung had been right behind you following each of your steps until you were about to slam the door on his face but he pushes the door open and softly pushes you in

"We have a lot to talk about. Stop walking away! What was that whole thing? Why'd you do that?" Heeseung asks frustrated

"I-it didn't mean anything Hee, s-she was just visibly making you uncomfortable and I wanted to help-" Heeseung cuts her off. "Wrong answer. I know you were jeaous."

"N-no! Why do you care so much? If roles were I'm sure you wouldn't have cared at all-" heeseung cuts her off again "Wrong fucking answer again sweetheart. Just admit that you were jealous"

Heeseung had his grip on you, firm against the wall. There was no escaping now. All you could do was stare at him straight in the eye.

"W-why would I be jealous? you wouldn't be?" You asked annoyed now.

"See, that's where you're wrong princess. Every time another guy breathes in the same vicinity as you, I'm ready to punch them. Did you know that?" Heeseung begins to say agressively

"W-what are you implying by t-that?" You begin to stutter, a little nervous from heeseungs new behaviour

"I fucking love you Park Y/n. That's what I'm trying to say" Heeseung blurts out

You stand there in shock as the guy you'd been crushing on, almost since birth had just confessed to you.

an hour later~

You guys were now laying in your bed watching a movie in your pajamas. This was a situation that would need to be told to your brother another time. He couldn't possibly be that mad..right?

#Heeseung #enhypen #enha #enhypen heeseung #sunghoon #brother's best friend

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sweetainwen · 2 years

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ɴᴏ ᴇᴠɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ [JJK]

Summary: he is just protecting his life, his hope. It is not his fault what happened because there is nothing against him. Without evidence, there is no culprit.

Pairings: yandere husband!Jungkook x wife!OC (you can think of her as Y/N)

Genre: 1988!au, arranged marriage!au, forced marriage!au, yandere!au, smut

Disclaimer: this story is fictional, so each character is not as described in it.

Warning: obsession, manipulation, age gap(OC is older than Jungkook, 6 years older), mention of homophobia, homophobic behaviour and thoughts, OC is lesbian, indirect mention of emotional abuse, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (OC on pills), shower sex, sub!Jungkook

Word count: 2.7k+

A/N: i think i like the 80s and 90s a lot, it’s the second time I set my ff in that time o: i wouldn’t be surprised if I ended up writing another one like this but i hope it’s not a problem and that you will like it lol

The apartment was quiet, only the running water from the bathroom echoed within the walls of it until the shower glass door was opened, causing the young man to awaken from the warmth that had engulfed him.

She was him turn around and give her his beautiful bunny smile, not knowing the turmoil she was currently feeling.

“Hey, I thought you were staying at her place tonight.” his sweet, husky voice was already coaxing her to break into tears. “why are you here?” And she did. A salty drop fell, her lower lip quivering, causing him to worry and grab her face with his hands, “What happened? Why are you crying?”

“She left,” she sobbed. “Her neighbor said she left! I can’t find her anywhere! There’s no trace of her!”

She should have known better.

She should have realized that this time, too, she should not have any expectations. Her experiences must have helped her understand that people like her were not accepted in this world.

So why was she hoping for something she could not have?

Because she was a human, too. Cha Yeona was a human being with feelings.

She wanted to be loved like anyone else. And she could get hurt by awful words like any other person.

But that didn’t matter, because she was a lesbian. She went against nature, so they thought they could have a say in bringing her to the right path.

Her parents were the first in this.

She never expected that such a painful scene would unfold before her eyes after she expressed what she felt, never expected a slap from her mother and looks of disgust and disappointment from both her and her father, because it was something that never happened.

They were so kind, understanding, supporting her in everything and giving advice when they noticed something that was perhaps best avoided, and she was their only and precious daughter, but she was terribly wrong.

From that moment on, all hell broke loose.

Her every single movement would be controlled, and freedom only a distant memory. However, she’d still manage to fool their eyes and enjoy what she desired, even if the consequences would leave emotional scars.

But the straw that broke the camel's back was their consent to an arranged marriage, a forced one. She was furious, completely crushed, and broken by their uncaring behavior.

And when they had revealed to her that they had also discovered her plan to leave behind that toxic and hypocritical family by saving money over the years, her world had fallen apart even more.

She wanted a new identity, a new life, but it was all over.

And that was when Jeon Jungkook came into the picture.

The young man who had accepted the arranged marriage, a few years younger but who seemed to have experienced more than he was letting others see, and also the same man who had proposed a deal to her.

It was he who had contacted her, asking her to meet out of their parents' reach to discuss the matter. And it was there that she was completely taken aback by his behavior.

She had thought she should be confronted with a spoiled bratty child with only money and corrupt morals on his mind, but she had realized otherwise.

She had expressly said that she was attracted to women, marriage was just her parents' way of rectifying her, yet he had remained calm, composed, showing a gentle smile. And the proposal came, unexpectedly. He had asked her to marry him, but she could still go on with her life. In return he wanted her to be his real wife until she could find the right person.

To say she had been confused was an understatement.

"I can see other women but at the same time be your wife?” She crossed her arms, her brow furrowed at the words that came out of his mouth, laying back on her chair, “Isn’t… Isn't that like having affairs? Why this deal?"

"Why?” He gave her a soft smile, intertwining his fingers on the table, “I just sense... a connection. And I don't want to lose it.”

She just blinked.

The most positively strange encounter she had ever had. She was grateful for it, though, because since that time she had been able to breathe that breeze of freedom that had been forcibly taken away from her.

She could truly be herself with him, and the connection he had felt, she now felt it as well.

Jeon Jungkook was the most caring, sweet and unprejudiced person she had ever had the chance to meet. He was the exact living representation of everything she had always longed for in someone.

That was why, when she had met this young woman – Eunji – who had stolen her heart, two years after their marriage, she had told Jungkook right away.

How they had first met while jogging and then met again in a gay bar. How they had common interests and had become friends. And how they had then decided to get to know each other better in a romantic way.

The radiant smile he had given her filled her heart with even more joy.

The woman was aware of how they had married, so she did not have to fear having a possibly betrayed husband after her.

If things had gone well, she would have introduced her to Jungkook.

She had never felt so happy before, but it was all too good to be true.

She had started to stop answering her calls and not show up for the appointment scheduled days before, causing her to worry and drive to her apartment. However, she was not responding there either, because she was gone, vanished, and there was no visible trace of where she had gone.

Pain and anger erupted again, causing more tears to fall down her face, the sobs almost taking her breath away.

She should have known better.

“Hey, my camellia, don’t cry for someone who is not worth it,” Jungkook murmured, his thumbs running over those salty drops. “As I always tell you, there is nothing wrong with you. You don't need to change anything about yourself, much less belittle yourself for a nobody like her. It’s her loss, not yours. You are my lovely, beautiful camellia.”

Their gazes were locked on each other. Yeona's sobs had subsided as their lips almost touched, their foreheads against one another. Hearts beating in unison.

She traced one of his cheeks with her fingertips, then his neck, and collarbone, before pulling his body against hers more and smashing her lips onto his.

He spun her around in his arms and pressed her against the wall, darting his tongue in and out of her mouth, exploring her one again.

The water touched each part of them along with his hands gripping her hips as his thumbs rubbed against her skin. His hips going up and down against hers to make her feel his desire.

His lips moved to her neck and she tilted her head to give him more access and he took the opportunity to mark her with open-mouthed kisses, his fingers playing with her nipples.

“My camellia, baby,” he whispered against her ear, raspy, deep, causing goosebumps to rise on her naked body.

She moaned, hands caressing his pecs up to his shoulders, slowly.

Jungkook pull his head away from her so that he could look at her, and smirked when he noticed her pleased expression.

He chuckled, “You love it when I call you that, huh?” He trailed a hand down, his fingers finding her folds, his cock throbbing at the feeling of her wetness. “You’re so wet for me, baby…” he teased, a glint in his eyes and a smug smile on his face.

Her grip on his hair was immediate, bringing his head back as he felt her other fingers stroking his cock.

“You’re no different, baby boy,” she said, sliding her hand down to squeeze his balls, hot and heavy with cum, playing with them.

Jungkook whined as he tortured his bottom lip with bites, his erratic breathing dying in his throat as she ran the tip of her index finger over the head in circular motions, beginning her torturous dance that drove him mad.

His hips began to thrust for more friction, pressing himself more against her as he leaned his forehead on her shoulder. Legs shaking and the known pleasure building in his abdomen.

He stopped her by blocking her hand, not wanting to come that way, but she placed her hand on his instead and kept up her pace.

His breath hitched again, surprised by this and Yeona smirked.

“Ngh- Please…”

“Please what, baby?”

She went on with her hand helping his hand touch himself, before moving it away, playing with the head once more, and pumping his shaft up and down.

“Please, please, please- I… not now. I want to-“ he bellowed into the crook of her neck, arms around her neck to steady himself.

“You what? You want to fuck me?”

“Yes, yes!”

“You want to cum inside me? You want to fuck me raw?”

Shivers ran down his spine, “Oh- oh, fuck- yes, yes! I want to feel you. I want to feel you so bad.”

She stopped, making him breathe again, “Then fuck me.”

He moved his head away from her shoulder to look at her, eyes wide open. She had never let him go raw, so her word really shocked him. And he wasn't going to let this occasion of being able to feel her bare. Completely bare.

His heartbeats quickened and his cock throbbed.

With his one hand, he made her wrap one of her legs around his waist. He pushed himself inside, their breaths hitching as his cock streched her inner walls.

He moved in and out in a slow but deep manner, both feeling completely lost in that new feeling. Their gazes met, chests heaving up and down.

She kissed him, biting and sucking his lower lip gently. He then swept his tongue between her lips, tangling and tinkling his tongue with hers as he slammed into her with fervor.

The sound of the water dripping down muffled by their moans, groans and the sound of their skin clapping.

He closed his eyes, overwhelmed, “You feel fucking amazing, noona.”

Her hands were pulling at his hair again, making him whine, “Yeah? You like it? Fucking me raw?”

“So so much-“

One hand pulled at his hair more while the fingers of the other went to his earlobe, stroking it, breath erratic, “What a good boy, answering my every question.”

He whimpered, fastening his thrusts at her words as he nestled his face into the crook of her neck; one arm now around her waist while the other supported himself on the wall, squeezing her closer between the shower wall and himself.

He rolled his hips back and forth with more speed, causing her to gasp but was blocked by his lips, which again began to devour her.

Her clawing at his back as he pushed deeper and deeper, louder groans echoing in the room.

“Noona- I’m-“

“Yes, cum, baby, cum with me, please.”

It only took a few more trusts for them to let out moans of pleasure, bodies shuddering and shrinking before releasing the tension.

As they caught their breath, Jungkook rested his head on her shoulder, slowly letting her leg go.

And when Yeona was able to see his orbs again, she saw the stars flickering in them. Looking at her with the utmost admiration, trust, love.

He smiled lazily as he caressed her cheeks, placing a soft kiss on her lips, “I love you, my camillia.”

Her lips trembled, feeling each and every of his emotions in those few but important words.

She wrapped her arms around him, holding him closer, “I love you too, baby.”

She was not alone. She had Jungkook.

The only one who did not treat her badly, the only one who respected her opinions and desires, the only one who really made her understand what it meant to be truly loved.

He was evidence of true love and affection.

He was her pivot person. He was enough.

“Thank you so much, Jungkook. For everything. You don’t know how much you help me.”

He ran his fingers through her hair, rubbing his cheek on her head, “You don’t have to thank me. I’m here for you. And I’ll always be. You can be sure of that.”

A smirk tugged at his lips, euphoria glimmering in his orbs and his grip on her tightening.

The feeling of victory was so intoxicating. He could very well get drunk on it.

It had only taken a couple of casual encounters with her parents for them to take a liking to him. Helping with something, chatting in a kind and respectful manner, showing himself capable of solving issues in a simple but effective way.

He almost laughed at how desperate the two of them were to find someone to fix their daughter up with, not knowing what they were missing. They had made his job easier.

They had made it possible to have her in his arms.

He had managed to sneak into the life of the person he had met years before, who had changed his life for the better, giving him hope.

He was just a teenager in those days. A teenager with pressures for good grades and a responsibility saddled by his parents for a future that was not even close to what he wanted.

Everything had been planned for him.

He’d vent his anger by yelling and kicking trees in a small hidden place with a pond surrounded by trees. And it was there that he had met Cha Yeona, still in her university years, who had told him not to mistreat nature. Starting a friendship where she’d encourage him to face things head-on and not run away from them.

“See? You were able to stand up to me,” she remarked with a grin after taunting him to get that reaction, pulling her legs toward her chest and resting her chin on her knees, mischievous eyes looking at him proudly. “Your emotions can speak, use your voice to express them. It makes you stronger.”

He just looked at her, shocked.

She was a ray of light intruding into the darkness. A vital support that was hard to leave. Her laugh, her smile, her eyes that sparkled even in the daytime.

And he had fallen into that love trap.

But when she had stopped showing up, he was completely destroyed by it. Those two years he had spent with her were the only thing left.

Anger and pain were the things he had felt. And he had decided that he would look for her. So he had taken action, even following the plan devised by his parents for his future.

The more power he had, the more control there was.

And when he had finally managed to find her, he had discovered that she had forgotten about him.

His heart had shrunk from betrayal.

It was understandable, though. He had grown up, became a man. More muscles and sharp features.

But he had also found out why she had stopped seeing him and that had brought a different point of view. Her parents after finding out she was a lesbian. It had been a surprise to him, too, but he didn't care.

He loved her; she was his life.

And it certainly wasn't going to be just any woman who would take her away from him.

It wouldn't have been difficult to observe her habits and then just happen to be in the same place she often frequented at the same time – every time – and show a behavior that gave the impression that it was something different from what she knew, insinuating doubt after doubt.

Exploiting the insecurities of a person who was not considered a normal part of life because of their different sexuality. Disappointments and betrayals making their decisions more hasty and irrational.

Like disappearing from sight without any esplanations.

Like a coward.

But it was not his fault. There was no clear evidence of his involvement. They were just coincidences. Planned coincidences.

That, of course, no one would ever know.

Because if there was no evidence, no criminal was blamed.

#jungkook #jungkook ff #jungkook smut #yandere jungkook #jungkook drabble #jungkook au #bts au #bts smut #smut jungkook #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x oc #female original character #lesbian oc #bts #bts jungkook #jungkook yandere #smut #jeon jungkook #bts drabble

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willow-salix · 2 months

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NEW FIC WHO DIS?

Yay! I'm back and just in time for Love and Thunderbirds month!

I present to you the TOS fic that has been consuming my thoughts and getting on my last nerve for the past five months. We had some false starts and parts were a slog because it's so different from what I've been used to writing, but it's finally done and I'm so in love with it.

Working title was "When your bloody OC wants her man in both worlds and won't shut up".

This is a romance (obviously, I wouldn't be me otherwise) but it's a safe one, no spice, very little physical touch beyond platonic, lots of pining, right person wrong time, and a daring rescue!

(Warning, it's a fully complete 75k monster!)

I tried to embody the spirit of the original show and characters (Scott is an absolute dream to work with in all incarnations) and I hope I've done them justice.

Here it is!

I hope you enjoy it and love it as much as I do.

And I apologise to those who are subbed to me on AO3 and FF your inboxes will be bursting. Ooops.

And now, back to plotting and writing season 3 of my dumbasses.

I'm so happy to be back!

#love & thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #john tracy #thunderbirdsarego #gordon tracy #virgil tracy #scott tracy #alan tracy #thunderbirds 1965 #love #writing romance #romance #happy romance #fan fic update #fan fic #fan fiction

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heraldofcrow · 21 days

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wait, you’ve now got me wondering, who’s shittier, Micolash or Hojo?

(Sorry for the wait on this one!!!)

Alright, we got the squad curious and I’m actually thinking on it myself now so…..

Which one of these cackling, deranged, shriveled, greasy-haired unethical scientist/scholar bitches is winning the sicko-off?

(Idk why I’m laughing so much at both of them rn. Their stupid mannerisms paired with the pure insanity of the atrocities they commit is the funniest contrast ever 💀)

Let’s see.

They have both:

✅ Abused, kidnapped, mutilated, and killed humans and animals for experimentation

✅ Created/Bred mutant monsters from humans and animals

✅ Sacrificed countless lives (for science!)

✅ Betrayed people that trusted them

✅ Supported or worked with corrupt organizations

✅ Fucked up entire villages/civilizations/environments

✅ Violated the Geneva Convention several times

However, I am actually going to give Micolash some grace here, because thanks to cut dialogue, we know that he had/has something that Hojo isn’t shown with much of.

Humanity.

You can hear his cut lines here, but there is something desperate and almost sad in how he sounds in his search for understanding. He seems almost jealous of Rom maybe, a little bitter, and very, very alone.

Now he did violate human rights to the nth degree—don’t get me wrong. I mean….he’s responsible for….

….this fucking thing….

Masses and masses of sacrificed human bodies, reborn in a cheap attempt to recreate an evil god. Micolash is responsible for all the dead scholars chained to the Mensis Ritual. He is responsible for the desecration of Mergo, the godchild. There are dead children in Yahar’gul, and implications of women being kept alive only for their fertility. There are mutilated animals. There is the Brain of Mensis which is apparently made up partially of dead scholars. There are kidnappers roaming around on his behalf, sent to snatch up innocent victims for the rituals. It’s disgusting. There’s no end to the horrors Micolash has set in motion, and what’s worse—he clearly had the charisma to lure others to his side. He has dozens of Pthumerians and Yahar’gul hunters working for him. Edgar, a traitor to the Choir, rejoices when he kills you and stops you from progressing further towards Micolash. There are hints of the power Micolash held and his brilliance, his allure.

I think Micolash was genius and dangerous, but even still, I will afford him SOME leverage here for that dialogue. I really think he was desperate and was the type to sacrifice everything to get his way.

Hojo is a bitch ass motherfuc—sorry, ahem, Hojo is easier to judge because we SEE him do shit and listen to a lot of his dialogue, but I also think he is just objectively worse in some ways because of the scale of damage he caused? The world was almost completely wiped out thanks to him using his son for an experiment.

That was really where it all started if we’re being fair. Sure, it wasn’t initially his project but he took things to the next level by marrying a woman and agreeing with her to use their child to test out the effects of aliens cells fusing with humans. WHO DOES THAT.

Maybe he could have averted the horrific results had he treated his child…like a child…but since the OG and beyond, we’ve only been given more and more disgusting hints of how Hojo massively fucked that up. Deliberately. He was treating the whole thing like an experiment from beginning to end. He was never a father, just an unethical scientist.

On that note, everything he does is just repulsive and violating.

Sometimes I remember the scene with Aerith….where he…just is so creepy. He makes my skin crawl.

Who the fuck asks an innocent girl if she’d like to see the remains of her dead mother through a microscope…the mother Hojo basically caused the death of and then catalogued and stored in…pieces….ffs I am going to throw up 💀

Yeah, and then there are the atrocities of course, that go beyond what Micolash could afford loll. Hojo had a bigger budget being backed by Shinra, so the amount of people, animals, ENTIRE VILLAGES, and who knows what else was all subjected to his brutal experimentation. You know it’s bad and especially perverse when fucking Sephiroth, who had been involved in literal war since he was a child, saw it in Rebirth and started freaking out.

I felt queasy too when I fully understood the mako pods in the Nibelheim reactor.

They were built to CONDENSE mako (liquid) into materia (solid)….like extreme pressure cookers…and Hojo put people and animals in them ;-;

Yeah, he’s awful. They both are, and they’re basically the same guy, yes. But Hojo is just on another level of twisted thanks to some extra details and the amount of destruction he caused, methinks.

#don’t get me wrong #micolash is one sick mf but i sense that he may have been a better person once #i don’t get that with hojo much #i feel like he decided early on that he was going to be free of remorse for what he did with natural life #he had to be the best and most ascended mind at all costs #him also being horrible to his own family adds another layer of cruelty + he is responsible for half the shit the main cast goes through #hojo #micolash host of the nightmare #professor hojo #bloodborne #ff7 #asks #crossover discussion

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naamahdarling · 1 year

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On AI art. I realize this may be unpopular, and it's rambling.

I like it. Setting aside all the issues with it's creation, I love how a lot of it looks. So much is off about many of the images, and yet they possess this magnetic appeal: it's created to be superficially interesting to us, but on examination, many of the details are nonsense. And I fucking love that. I love it. I LOVE the unreal quality. It's like catnip to my brain, it's fantastic. I essentially love it for all the reasons it is detectably fake and not quite right. I love it for the reasons some people say it's shitty.

If it's based on images it scraped without consent, that's morally wrong to profit from. If it's not identified as what it is and something is being sold, that's also arguably wrong. But simply creating it isn't innately wrong, nor is its artificial nature in any way inherently detrimental to its potential as a means of expression. (Labor, length of training, time it takes to create, having no physical presence, NONE of these automatically add or subtract value from art, though all possess potential to do both.)

Many AI artists I watch have stopped tagging their work as such to avoid things like death threats from people specifically searching AI art tags to find people to harass. That is so fucked up. I am not at all fond of how people exploring this medium are being treated, regardless of where their bot gets its data, and I am deeply disgusted by how ableist and foul the dialog around it is. Just about the worst shit I have ever seen.

And I don't like its dismissal as not art because it's "just feeding prompts into a bot". There IS more to it than that, for the people I have been watching. And FFS, the Museum of Non-Visible Art COMPLETELY shatters the idea that four lines of description aren't artistically valuable. I have seen not one valid argument for its wholesale exclusion as an artistic medium, and doubt I will.

This is a matter of ethical means of production. Not whether it is "real" art.

I have been creating and experiencing art my entire life, and continually challenge myself to understand and define my relationship to it by exposing myself to art I admire and also a whole lot of art I don't actually like or see value in or consider successful in the execution of its intent.

After 45 years of disliking a great many things, I think the only thing I understand is this: art is something that happens between the person interacting with it and the work itself, both with the creator as they create, and with the person who winds up experiencing that creation.

I wish more people asked themselves what was happening for the artist, what is happening for them, instead of dismissing art they don't find appealing as "not art".

And we need to stop suicide-baiting people over this horseshit.

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mischiefmanaged71 · 2 years

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The Love Hypothesis (18/22) - Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is a PhD student who wants to prove to her best friend that she has moved on and dating. With no way to prove it, she kisses the first man she sees, which ends up being none other than Dr. Strange, known as one of the most unapproachable and critical professors in the university.

A/N: AU! Stephen Strange is a Professor/Doctor at Columbia University and reader is a Ph.D. student (Reader - 28, Stephen - 34). Credits to Ali Hazelwood for the original story. This work is a piece of fiction. I have no ownership over anything, this is ff.

Pairing: Stephen Strange X FEM! Reader

Word Count: 1K

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Y/N spent the next day by herself in the hotel room, wallowing in the trails of what had got her into this mess in the first place; lies. She tried not to think about it too much, but the fragments of Stephen’s voice echoed in her ears, his face constantly refreshing in her mind. No matter how hard she tried, even staring at his bed opposite drew her back to him.

Laying on her back, she breathed, running over it again. Should Tom even try to plagiarise her work, trying to rectify the situation would be difficult when he had the description of her entire work in the report. The issue was murky due to this complication. It was her, a Ph.D. student of biology, versus one of the top cancer researchers in the US. Instead of overthinking it, she focused on researching other cancer researchers in the states to try and source another scientist to support her research. By the afternoon, she had added three new names to the list and a knock sounded at the door. Sam and Natasha stormed inside.

“Okay. You’ve got ten seconds to explain why you ditched us.”

“Shit.” she cursed, looking at them apologetically, “I am so sorry. I completely forgot.”

“What have you been doing up here all day that’s got you occupied?” Natasha stared at the messy and unmade bed, the laptop open on the desk.

Y/N exhaled, “Nothing. Just some research.”

“Research?” Sam’s eyebrows perked up.

“You’re working on this trip? Why are you doing work right now when we could be doing things together?”

“I’m just-not in the mood.”

Natasha sighed, “Is there something wrong?”

“No.” she replied.

“That sounded convincing.”

Y/N pressed her lips together, “I’m trying.”

She shook her head, “It’s fine.”

Natasha crouched in front of her, “It’s not. Something is obviously bothering you. Sam and I are here. Your friends. You can tell us.”

Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest, the load of the previous days accumulating as she tried to breathe in and out.

“Stephen and I had a fight, is all. I don’t want to talk about it.” she quickly finished, averting her eyes to the laptop as Natasha’s hand pulled her back. She wore a solemn expression, pouring empathy for her friend.

“I’m sorry to hear that. I’m always here to listen. I’m pretty good with advice too.”

Sam smiled, lightly chuckling “She likes to think.”

Nat’s hand reached out to slap him on the arm but he dodged, standing next to Y/N at the desk.

“We’re always here, okay, Y/n/n. No matter what happened with Stephen. You ask, and it’s done.”

Y/N sunk into her chair, “Thanks, but I don’t need you to hurt him, if that’s what you’re implying there.”

“Exactly why I didn’t say it.” he whispered the next bit, “But you ask and it’ll be done. He’ll be none the wiser.”

“Thanks, Sam.” she mustered a smile, turning back to the computer.

“Why don’t we go out for drinks, that’ll cheer you up.”

“Yeah,” Y/N nodded, “I just need to send my speech to Dr. Xavier and then we can go.”

“Fine.” Nat sighed, relaxing on the floor next to Sam, the pair talking over Y/N as she worked on the laptop. About a minute in, the audio file loaded and played.

“A girl like you. Who figured out so early in her academic career that sleeping with well-known, successful scholars is how to get ahead. You slept with Stephen, didn’t you? We both know you were going to do the same with me-”

Y/N slammed the spacebar, haunted by the hiss of the recording in her ears. Her heart thundered in her ears as she suddenly found it difficult to breathe, spots dancing in her vision. Natasha and Sam moved forward, the latter clutching her arm.

“What the hell was that?” he asked.

“Y/n/n?” Natasha asked, watching her friend numbly stare at the computer with a haunted look.

“I didn’t know it recorded that.” she gasped out.

“I recognise that voice...” Natasha said, standing next to Y/N, “That was Tom Pierce, wasn’t it?”

“What-” Sam glanced between them, staring at the computer, “What happened? When did this happen, Y/N?”

Y/N glanced between them, unable to come up with an answer from her constrained throat as her ability to talk halted. How do you breathe when your throat closes up?

“I...” she tried, her face crumbling as the last few days broke her resolve and she collapsed in Natasha’s arms and allowed the tears to flow freely.

***

Y/N couldn’t listen to the audio again. She’d rather sit in the bathroom, her ears plugged as she cried her eyes out, Sam and Natasha listening with her earphones to the recording. Soon enough, the pair returned to the bathroom, Natasha encircling her in her arms with teary-eyes.

“He’s a disgusting, detestable asshole who deserves the worst coming to him. Y/N, you say the word and I’ll go down there and find his ass-”

“-Does Stephen know?”

“What?” Y/N looked up from her palms wiping the tears from her cheeks, “No, he doesn’t.”

“You need to tell him. Then the two of you need to get Pierce’s ass kicked out of academia.”

“I-I can’t.”

“Y/N. What he said is sexual harassment. There is no way Stephen wouldn’t believe you, and you have an actual recording.”

“It won’t matter.”

“Why not?”

“Because, if I tell Stephen, he’ll leave the grant. He’s moving to Harvard next year and they’re working together. This is important to him, I won’t jeopardise it!”

“He doesn’t want to move to Harvard.” Natasha stated. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. There is no way he’d want to leave you-Why are you guys looking at me like that?”

Sam sent Y/N a soft look, turning to Natasha “They were never dating.”

“What do you mean?”

“Listen to me carefully. Stephen and Y/N were never really dating. It was fake so that you could date Steve without thinking she was into him anymore, which she never was in the first place. Stephen agreed to fake date her, for what reason, I’m not sure, but then Y/N got mixed up in a few lies and here we are now.”

“There’s no way.” Natasha fell onto Y/N’s guilty and teary-eyed state.

“Nat, it’s true.”

“But-” she shook her head, narrowing her eyes slightly, “You sat in his lap-”

“-because you forced me to.”

“You’ve kissed him outside the biology building-”

“-also you.” Y/N muttered.

“-you rubbed tanning lotion all over him!”

“-you.” Y/N mumbled, pursing her lips as Natasha stared at her with wide-eyes.

“I can’t believe you fake dated Stephen. Strange.”

“I’m sorry I lied to you.”

“I just-you guys looked so good together. It was so obvious from the way he stared at you. The way you looked at him like he was the only person there. Like you were holding yourself back. I wanted you to know that it was okay to express your feelings, you know? I thought it worked...but you dated Stephen Strange."

“I’m sorry, Nat. Please don’t hate me after this-”

“I could never hate you. I’m just sad you thought you had to do all of this. For now, I think we should focus on Tom. Y/n/n, you need to say something. Nothing changes, even if you and Stephen aren’t actually together. I think he would want to know. I know if it were reversed, you would want to know.”

“This is different.”

“I-” she swallowed, staring at them. She took up her phone and opened the notes app, shoving it into their faces. After a minute or two, they looked away from the phone and Y/N leaned against the wall.

“How?”

Because things had changed and she was in love with him. She didn't want to get hurt, and yet, that ship has sailed. Now, all she could do was make sure that Stephen would be okay from here on out.

“I can’t take this away from him. He’s so close to reaching his goal. Maybe if I just hold off. I don’t know what’ll happen if I don’t.”

“If only there were a way to find out what Stephen would prefer.” Sam mused.

“Yeah.” she sniffled.

“If only there were someone who knows Stephen very well that we might ask.” he hinted.

“That would be great-”

“Hayden!” Y/N mused.

“You should ask Hayden!”

“You two are so smart and yet so slow.”

“Hayden hates Tom.”

“Do you know why?”

“Never found out. Stephen thought it was a personality thing, but was never sure.”

“Okay. Where would he be?”

Y/N shrugged, allowing Natasha to call the number in Y/N’s phone.

***

"To what do I owe the visit?"

"I need to ask you something and I need an honest answer." She was forward.

His face dropped, but Hayden nodded "Course. What is it?"

"Why do you hate Tom so much?"

He sighed, "I've always had a gut feeling about that guy since grad school. He was the favourite of his mentor and that guy was enough of a red flag to let me know that wasn't exactly a good thing."

"Tom was always passing off advice to Stephen and I don't know-over the years, it was easy to see how Stephen surpassed him. I knew Ton was always jealous of Stephen's work and skill. Stephen is a gifted talent in the science world. He's passionate about what he does and, honestly doesn't get enough credit for the effort he puts in."

"What would you do if you had proof of what Tom was really like?" She put it out there.

He tilted his head, "I think Stephen would want to know the type of person he's investing into. If I'm being completely honest, the grant benefits Tom a lot more than it does Stephen."

She titled her head in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Stephen is irreplaceable in the scope of things. He has more grants than he needs. It's the line of research that he developed that got Tom's attention. And frankly, the project and the lab are what drew him to Harvard." He smiled, glancing at her, "Evidently someone else too, in time."

Y/N flushed, pressing her lips together as she leaned her arms on the table, "Are you going to clarify that?"

"I mean-whatever has been going on with you and my best friend, I know that he is crazy about you. He has never opened up this much about anyone before and I can confirm it."

"He said as much." He smiled, "Talk to him. I'm sure that whatever it is can be cleared up."

"I know...I just don't want to screw anything up. I want what's best for him."

"That is why you have to talk to him. Clear the air." Hayden assured her.

She nodded.

***

Stephen was about to sit down among the Harvard professors when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Normally he would just leave it to later, but he grabbed it with something pressing against his mind.

Y/N: I need to talk to you, but I know you’re busy so this will have to do.