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in1-nutshell · 5 months

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Hello again! I was wondering if you could do autobots and deceptions reacting to a buddy who is a special agent that in day to day life acts silly and mischievous but when it comes down to it (their missions) they loose all sense of silliness and will do anything to complete their mission. And when I mean anything, I mean they ate an entire horse heart to stay in character when they were on a spy mission. If not that’s totally fine, I just thought it sounded cool :) have a lovely day/night and remover to eat and drink something.

Cool challenge! I've read some writings with this trope, but never gotten to write one until now. Since no continuity was specified, I randomly chose one. If you want any specific continuity, please let me know with its characters. Trying some new writing styles, let me know if this is okay. Let us see Agent Buddy at work.

Hope you enjoy!

Autobots and Decepticons reaction to Human Buddy the agent who is very clumsy outside their job but opposite on the job

SFW, platonic, mention of violence but it is brief and not explicit, Human reader

TFP

Optimus Prime

He believes that Buddy is a good assist to the team/ family. The team met Buddy through Fowler as his partner. So, they have known each other for a couple of years.

During the time before the Cons showed up Buddy would make more visits to the base than Fowler and displayed some of their clumsier sides to them.

Buddy slipping on thin air.

“Do you require any assistance?”--Optimus

“No thanks Prime I’ll just be getting—”--Buddy

Buddy slips again.

“…I strongly urge you got to Ratchet for assistance.”—Optimus

Optimus found it a bit concerning the first few slips at the base. They seemed to slip on something random or on nothing at all. He had a conversation with Fowler about it.

“Prime?”--Fowler

“Greetings Agent Fowler. I wish to talk to you concerning Buddy.”--Optimus

“Did they punch themselves opening a pickle jar again?”--Fowler

“…I beg your pardon?”--Optimus

Fowler had to explain that that was how they operated outside of missions. Buddy turned into an extremely serious person when they had a dangerous job to do. They made sure that they got it done no matter what it took. That if they were being a klutz that meant that they were comfortable enough to show their true self.

Optimus a bit felt touched by this.

That doesn’t mean he stops worrying about Buddy when they end up slipping on a stray puddle.

The first time he sees Buddy serious was something he wasn’t going to forget.

It was if another being had possessed the fun-loving person he knew and replaced them with a hardened soldier doing their job with quick efficiency.

Much prefers Buddy being clumsy than what he witnessed.

“The mission has been accomplished. Thank you for your assistance, Buddy.”--Optimus

Buddy salutes.

“The danger is over for now. Let us go back to the base.”--Optimus

“Let go then Boss—”--Buddy

Buddy slips on a stray puddle.

“…Do you require assistance?”--Optimus

“…Yes please…”--Buddy

Ratchet

Questions how Buddy is even an agent. He has made some jabs about Buddy being a klutz.

He worries for them every time they slip or get hurt after one of their incidents.

Buddy missing the last step on the stairs falling on their back.

“Are you alright?”

“…Yep, just give me a second.”

He does get a one on one with Fowler about how Buddy works.

“How do you deal with them?”--Ratchet

“Deal with who?”--Fowler

“With Buddy and their messes. Its almost as if they do this on purpose!”--Ratchet

“Hey! Buddy does not do this type of thing on purpose!”--Fowler

CRASH!

“…Can someone help? I’m stuck in the wall again.”--Buddy

“Again.”--Fowler

“Excuse me, again!?”--Ratchet

In a way Ratchet is touched in how Buddy seemed to be comfortable around them to show their true colors.

When he witnesses Buddy in Mission mode, he nearly does a double take. That person was not Buddy, but he knew it was them.

He has seen soldiers look like that too often.

The look of a battle harden soldier who has seen some horrific things.

Yet as if a switch were flipped, Buddy would be back being their usual self when the threats are over. Ratchet does eventually apologize for the harsh treatment from before.

He now carries two first aid kits for humans.

One for the kids and one for Buddy.

“It’s quiet.”--Ratchet

“I thought you like quiet?”--Bulkhead

“I do. But something is missing…”--Ratchet

“Like what?”--Bulkhead

“…What where’s Buddy?”--Ratchet

BANG!

“There they are.”--Ratchet

Bumblebee

He is concerned over Buddy.

Sure, he has his slip ups too, but never this often.

At one point he was their second shadow making sure that they wouldn’t get hurt. Or try and stop any potential dangers from happening.

“How’s it going Bee? Any luck with Buddy?”--Bulkhead

“Beep bop bep beeep bep beep beep bep bep beep bop booop bop. (I have stopped them from slipping on several stray puddles, catched 6 rubber band balls from hitting them and saved them 15 times from falling down the stairs.)”—Bumblebee

“Wow. Hey, where is Buddy anyways?”--Bulkhead

“Oh, they’re right—wait where--”--Bumblebee

SPLOOSH!

“Man! These were new pants too!”--Buddy

“…”--Bulkhead

“…”--Bumblebee

“Bee—”--Bulkhead

“BEEEP! (WWHHHHYYYY!)”--Bumblebee

He does express his concerns to Optimus, who in return, tells him about Buddy.

Bumblebee kind of wants to see them serious after that conversation. He wants to meet the serious Buddy and compare it to the Buddy he knows.

He did not like it.

Buddy when they got serious reminded him of the war all around him. They reminded him of fellow soldiers he fought with and loss.

He didn’t like these haunting reminders.

Is surprised how quickly the switch is but welcomes it wholeheartedly.

“Umm… Bee you, okay?”--Buddy

Bumblebee hugging Buddy close.

“Boop beeep bop. (Don’t do that again, please. I like this you not scary you.)”--Bumblebee

“What do you mean scary?”--Buddy

Beep bep bop. (Shhh! Don’t talk about scary you.)”--Bumblebee

Arcee

Like Ratchet, Arcee questions how in the world was Buddy even qualified to be an agent. Has witnessed many of Buddy’s blunders and has now become concern for their health.

She worried that there might be something wrong with them.

“Are you sure you don’t want Ratchet to take a look at you?--Arcee

“I’m fine! See, fit as a fiddle!”--Buddy

“…There’s a hole in your pants.”--Arcee

“…”--Buddy

She gets the Buddy talk from Optimus. Arcee doesn’t quite believe it at first. No one can flip a switch that fast, can they?

Buddy can.

Arcee very surprised in how fast Buddy went serious after falling from the railing 5 minutes ago. She takes stride in this Buddy; this is something she has worked with and has become familiar too.

But at the same time, it seems off.

There were things that she knew the Buddy she knew would be against, yet this Buddy was doing the exact opposite.

Strangely relieved that they go back to how they were before. She tries to find some logic to it, but eventually lets it be.

Buddy watch out!”--Arcee

“Watch—”--Buddy

Buddy gets nailed in the face by a beach ball.

“… Sometimes I wonder how you are an agent here.”--Arcee

“Same thing Arcee. Same thing.”--Buddy

Bulkhead

He is walking on eggshells around Buddy.

Bulkhead likes Buddy and all, but they give him mini spark attacks every time they get hurt.

Most of the time it ends up with him taking Buddy to Ratchet or giving them a first aid kit and asking if there was anything else he could do.

“Are you sure this is all you need? I can always get you to Ratchet.”--Bulkhead

“Thanks for the concern, Bulkhead, but I’m fine.”--Buddy

“You missed the second step at the top of the stairs and faceplanted on the ground.”--Bulkhead

“And? I’ve done worse things than that.”--Buddy

“Care to elaborate?”--Bulkhead

“Nah.”--Buddy

Bulkhead does question from time to time about them being qualified for being an agent but remembers that if they are Fowler’s partner then that meant that they brought something good to the table.

When the switch is flipped, he thinks that it might be an imposter. Bulkhead thinks its another fake Wheeljack incident all over again.

The Buddy he knows isn’t that serious.

But it is them.

The look in Buddy’s eyes is too familiar to him. He had seen that look all while he worked in the Wreckers.

Hard eyes, No remorse eyes, Dangerous eyes.

Bulkhead is on edge the entire time Buddy is like this. He is so glad that they go back to their normal selves.

He does ask Buddy about it after the whole ordeal is over.

“So… what was that all about?”--Bulkhead

“What thing?”--Buddy

“The thing when we were on the mission. That thing.”--Bulkhead

“Oh, I just get a bit serious, that’s all, no harm.”--Buddy

“You threaten to beat a MECH soldier with their own arm if they didn’t give you the key card.”--Bulkhead

“Yeah? Its just a little serious.”--Buddy

“…We have different definitions of serious Buddy.”—Bulkhead

Wheeljack

When he met Buddy, he thought they were a random klutzy civilian. Wheeljack did not expect them to be an agent like Fowler.

He silently questions Buddy when they meet again but has learned better to judge someone’s first impression.

“So, you’re Fowler’s partner?”--Wheeljack

“Yes, and you’re Bulkhead’s partner?”--Buddy

“Yes, I am. Though you don’t look like an agent.”--Wheeljack

“What makes you say that?”--Buddy

“Your hand is stuck in the vending machine.”--Wheeljack

“I paid for my muffin. I’m going to get my muffin.”--Buddy

Wheeljack gets the Buddy talk from Bulkhead. He thinks at first that Bulkhead might have been exaggerating when he said that it was as if Buddy turned into a different person.

He wrote it off as a laugh.

Until he saw the change himself.

It was a bit unsettling, but he doesn’t have much time to poke at it

He sees the changes in their body language and the shift in their eyes.

Wrecker eyes.

Commander eyes.

Soldier eyes.

Like Bulkhead, Wheeljack is happy that Buddy gets back to normal. He does understand that Buddy wants to keep certain things out of their personal life, but it was scary to say the least.

“Buddy?”--Wheeljack

“Wheeljack, fancy meeting you here.”--Buddy

“One, I live here. Two, how did you get inside the vending machine? There’s not even a dent in it?”--Wheeljack

“I work in mysterious ways Wheeljack, now if you’d be so kind and pass me the crowbar.”--Buddy

Ultra Magnus

Magnus actively questions why Buddy is an agent.

They held no backbone, no discipline! They give him a spark attack every time they move awkwardly.

“Ultra Magnus, sir.”--Buddy

“Soldier… may I ask how did you get into this situation?”—Ultra Magnus

“Well, it involved a banana, some orange juice, a broom, and a Roomba with a switch blade.”--Buddy

“…”—Ultra Magnus

“… You regret asking, don’t you?”--Buddy

“I regret asking.”—Ultra Magnus

Magnus comes from a good place but the way he says it comes off the wrong way. He gets the talk from both Fowler and Optimus.

He somewhat understanding afterwards.

Magnus had seen some fellow soldiers act like this before, but it seemed like millennia ago. He is the easiest to transition with when they flip the switch. Afterall, he had some experience with bots that acted similar to this.

He secretly doesn’t like this change.

While he can appreciate the seriousness needed for the situation, it felt as if he where fighting alongside a stranger rather than a fellow companion.

He relaxes a little when Buddy goes back to normal.

Magnus does apologies to Buddy for the comments earlier.

“…”—Ultra Magnus

Buddy hanging upside down from some wires they got tangled in trying to get a paper airplane down for the kids.

“…”—Buddy

“Tell me the story later…”—Ultra Magnus

“Okay, Magnus.”--Buddy

Smokescreen

Nervous and excited are two words to describe him when he is with Buddy.

Nervous because he genuinely thought that Buddy was dying the first time, he was exposed to their shenanigans. Excited because they were as up tight as the rest of the team, and they were an agent.

“So how did you and Fowler meet?”--Smokescreen

“Well…”--Buddy

“They ran into the wall right by our boss’s office. They had a bloody nose and I helped them with it right before our boss said we would be teaming up.”--Fowler

He has defended Buddy’s actions to teammates that have made a slight jab at their clumsiness. This was before he knew about their more serious side. Smokescreen thought that it was just their personality, nothing more.

It wasn’t until he accidentally made an insensitive comment about Buddy’s personality does Optimus give him the talk. Smokescreen honestly doesn’t believe it for a second. He thinks it’s a team prank.

There was no way that Buddy would act like that, ever. He eats his words when the switch is flipped.

Smokescreen is floored with how Buddy starts acting.

Buddy starts acting like a hard-core commander, like the ones that were on Cybertron and he does not like this.

Smokescreen physically exhales when Buddy goes back to normal.

He makes sure to apologizes for the comment later.

“C’mon Buddy we have to go!”--Smokescreen

“Coming ‘Smokes. I’m—”--Buddy

Buddy slips on a puddle.

“…Are you dead?”--Smokescreen

Megatron

Megatron has only managed to capture Buddy one time and he has to say that they are a hard thing for an organic.

There is some respect earned after the round of torture dealt with. He believes that they are just another hardened soldier by the way they acted around him during their time together.

He does a double take when he sees surveillance footage of them slipping and face planting on the ground.

He has to ask Soundwave that if that was the human he tortured not too long ago.

Megatron is in denial that that klutz is the war harden organic that he tortured.

Buddy slips on a puddle.

“That’s not them.”--Megatron

Starscream

Starscream was the bot that was in charge of torturing Buddy.

He had to admit it, but Buddy was a tougher nut to crack compared to the other human pet. This one didn’t pass out till much later than the other one.

But Starscream hated this one. They had the bearings to call him out while they were getting tortured.

He was familiar with the look in the humans’ eyes.

Cold and unforgiving eyes.

Eerily similar to of Lord Megatron’s own optics.

He swears to squish that human again when he gets the chance. Starscream is convinced that the human on Soundwaves surveillance is simply another human.

All humans look the same anyways.

That human did not have the same look in their eyes.

Buddy slips on a puddle.

“Tsh. Humans are such a klutz.”--Starscream

Soundwave

Soundwave took a bit of a liking to this human.

The human had some witty banter and an air around them that was all too familiar on the Nemesis. He can respect them so much.

A soldier to a soldier. The eyes tell everything.

He found the surveillance footage of them outside a remote convenance store slipping on a puddle. Soundwave shared it with the rest of the higher ups.

Not many believe that the human was the same one that was on board the Nemesis not so long ago. He knows its them and is a bit curious about who they really are now.

Maybe a visit could be required…

Buddy slips on a puddle.

Soundwave saves the video for later.

Knockout and Breakdown

They don’t know too much about the human that was recently tortured and rescued.

All they know from the gossip vine was that this one not only didn’t squeal anything but also made comments on Starscreams ability to torture.

Knockout as much as he doesn’t like Humans does want to meet them.

Breakdown meet them too. Anyone who has the bearings to talk back to Starscream is okay in his book.

They saw the surveillance of a human falling in a puddle and are confused.

They don’t get that it was the same human that was there.

Buddy slips on a puddle.

“Ow! That looked like that hurt.”--Breakdown

“Those pants are definitely ruined.”--Knockout

Dreadwing • Dreadwing had heard stories about the human that back talked Starscream over a torture session. • He never meets them though. Dreadwing does not have time to deal with this sort of thing even though it does spike his interest a bit. • He doesn’t think too much about the video of the human falling. • Everyone falls what’s the point?

• Buddy slips on a puddle. • “…Okay?…”--Dreadwing

Shockwave

Shockwave doesn’t know the human existed until Starscream came in to complain about them.

He doesn’t care about them. They have no part in his projects or the cause.

Shockwave sees the video and is one of the first to link it to the previous human that was tortured.

Though their behavior was… illogical for such an agent of their stature.

Simply illogical.

Buddy slips on a puddle.

Shockwave’s illogical senses go off.

“…Illogical…”--Shockwave

Predaking

Predaking hears about this human pest from Starscream’s whining and the gossip vine in the Nemesis.

When he manages to get a hold of the data pads to gain knowledge about himself and his brethren, he also saw the footage of the torture session. Never had he felt much pity for an organic life form than at that moment.

He found himself cheering at the human talking back to Starscream but also wincing when the blows were delivered.

The next video he saw was the same human slipping on a puddle.

He is confused.

How could the fearless human from the previous video be the same as the careless human that couldn’t even move past a puddle be the same.

He is going to visit them one of these days to get an answer.

“This is Autobot base—”--Ratchet

“GET SOMEONE HERE NOW!”--Buddy

“Buddy!? What’s going on!?”--Ratchet

“YOU’RE DRAGON IS CHASING ME! HE’S ASKING SOMETHING ABOUT A VIDEO? I DON’T REALLY KNOW! GET SOMEONE HERE, NOW!”—Buddy

“Human, are you and the one on video the same?”—Predaking

“WHO ARE YOU?!”--Buddy

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jahnavisurenda-21 · 2 months

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Hazbin Hotel||Alastor X Reader||Jealousy In Hell? Part 2.

Notice how she is not disturbing the cat who's occupied half the bed? Cat Supremacy. Although dogs are more affectionate.

What does his huge smile say now?

"I don't get nightmares, my dear, in fact, I give them to other people." He once on those days where he comforted you, he whispered.

You never told him, but you are not used to being around deranged, misanthropic people. So, Alastor gave you nightmares as well.

Two days back he found you curled up after coming from a night out crying, and you refused to open up to him which made him worried because you were very open about letting people know how you feel at the moment.

"You are a mess, my dear, care to shed some light on what happened?" Alastor asked, stroking your hair, but all he got was angry sobs and angry punches.

So instead of stressing you out more he put you to sleep, to just let you forget the pain a little.

He stretched his staff thing when Mr. Petenious's egg friends were joyfully walking out, they instantly huddled together.

"What Boss, do you know our boss--"

"Wait which boss are you talking about Mike!" One egg said,

"Wait we have names; do you know we might have acid rain!" One egg screamed,

"Oh, Shit! will our eggshells crack open? Oh god!"

Alastor's eye twitched, "Yeah, about that so when you went to the club what happened to Y/n?"

"Uh she was so happy, with Angel and Charlie then she went somewhere saying it was very stuffy inside."

"Uh, Mike went with her too!" One egg said,

"We don't have names, right?" The one named Mike said,

"Uh after that," Alastor said cutting the banter he found too noisy for his liking.

"She didn't come back after that boss."

"Yeah, Y/n always comes back.'

"She did say that the night was really bad!"

He tried finding out more, but it was absolutely hopeless with those egg creatures. At this point, he couldn't tell if what they were telling were anything more than lies.

His best bet could have been to ask you. But you were resting and if possible, he would like to tear a soul and broadcast it of course, it had to be the right soul.

So, one of those nights, when you had just slipped into your nightwear, he comes in Suddenly, and quickly drags you outside, "Alastor- What-where are you taking me?"

You were teleported outside the cold wind, in some abandoned city. "Alastor, I'm not even dressed properly!" You said in a hushed tone.

"What's that my dear you are cold?" Alastor said, "Here you can take my coat.

Now, that his coat fits you more like robes because of the height, it also blocks out the cold. "Your coat is nice Alastor; it actually suits you!" You said taking some time to admire the coat.

You then looked at him abandoning that brief excitement you asked him again, "Alastor where are we going?"

"My dear, that night you had gone out some sinners dared touch you, and although I'm not too much for physical touch and all you must enlighten me about the perpetrator!"

"Alastor..." You sighed heavily. "I know I'm in hell by choice because a perfect afterlife should involve the people I care about, and I don't have any relatives, or parents I know so... just drop it okay?"

"And what if that happens again?" Alastor whispered, "I only need you to tell me who it is, and I'll take your revenge."

"Alastor it's not one sinner they are like a gang, who exploit people's souls to other powerful overlords who pay them a lot. They got really drunk and found me of everyone..." You didn't continue after that, But Alastor's eyes only grew more intense and darker.

"Do you know who they were?"

You slowly nodded, "Well isn't that great? You just made my work so many times easier now instead of those little egg things."

Alastor said that was enough for the day and he retired you to your bedroom, you asked him if you could give him his coat by the morning, and he just waved his hand in a yes manner.

Two weeks later, you woke up to excited voices in front of your door, they were loud and broke the peaceful morning when your door burst open, and Charlie ran inside.

"OH MY GOD!" OH MY GOD!" "OKAY, I NEED TO BREATHE, BREATHE." Charlie slapped herself,

"Angel! he has something to show you, EVEN ALASTOR'S THERE!"

"Guys calm down what's the ruckus about?"

"Charlie let Y/n at least take a breather, but yeah Y/n this is messed up."

"Messed up in a cool way." Angel corrected.

You had gone downstairs where you saw Alastor smiling more than he usually did,

You grabbed Alastor, he came as though he was anticipating the reaction.

"Whatever the matter my dear."

"Alastor, please don't tell me it's about that case!"

"It's not one dear, I broadcasted the entire gang." Alastor put his hand on your cheek. "Did you really think some petty sinners would really scare me?"

Then Alastor looked at you, "I was a bit startled when you told me that they were dealing with overlords, those chumps could only dream about it, what right now it matters is they are gone. So, take it easy."

You breathed in relief before you felt yourself getting lightheaded and slipped into his arms.

"My dear, how very scared were you? It could've been solved so much earlier if you opened your mouth.

#lovestories #romance #alastor fanfiction #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #alastor x you #beauty #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel fandom #insomia #alastor fluff #alastor fanart #the radio demon #radio demon #alastor x y/n

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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Once Upon a Time 5

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Andy Barber

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The uneasy interaction follows you around the rest of the day and into your next. As you try to relax and forget about everything outside your apartment, your mind can't help but stray back to Andy. Not what he said, more the look on his face. You know the next time you see him will be less than pleasant.

Great. You always get anxious about work but now you have a whole new pest. You start to think you said something wrong. Gave him some idea that you were doing anything but your job. You're paid to be helpful but he's just another one of those ‘professionals’ who doesn't see your work as work.

You huff and puff as your time off comes to a pitiful close. Your stromach is squirming at the thought of walking through those doors the next morning. You brew some chamomile and retreat to bed in a futile effort to settle down.

Your sleep if fitful and unrewarding. The morning greets you, painful and gray. You get up, get washed, and get dressed.

Your eyelids droop on the train ride, prompting you to stop by the cafe for an early medium roast. As you approach the facade of the bookstore, you see a figure at the doors. Your heart flips before you recognise them. It's Mr. Pine.

He punches in the security code on the pad before slipping the key in the slot. He peers over and greets you with a smile. You could hug him. This place has been rather empty without him.

“Good morning,” he pulls open the door and steps back in his gallant way to wave you ahead of him.

“Morning,” you reply as you sweep into the store ahead of him.

The censor triggers the lights and illuminates the eerily vacant space. Pine closes the doors, locking them from the inside. He strolls forward casually, easily cafching up to you with long strides.

“Good to be back,” he preens, “and how have you been?”

“Okay,” you answer, “how about you?”

“Very fine. Some family matters,” he explains ligthly, “but much better than they were.” He walks with you up the center aisle, “why just okay?”

You shrug and hesitate. It sounds like he has a lot going on. Besides, you're only an associate, he must have much bigger issues as the owner.

“Oh, just tired. No big deal,” you assure him.

“Ah yes, I find this time of year rather draining,” he agrees as you near the back of the store, “should require support however, you know I will do my best to accommodate.”

“Thanks, Mr. Pine but I think I'll survive,” your force a smile, “better get clocked in.”

You stop and peek towards the employee lounge. You'll go that way and he'll head off to the back office. He doesn't. He lingers as if he can sense your doubt.

“Of course, but please, take some time to enjoy your coffee. It smells wonderful and I should hate for it to go cold,” he says. He's the nicest boss you've ever had, it's too bad he hasn't been around.

“Thanks, erm…” you purse your lips as you contemplate your sudden spark of boldness, “actually, I almost forgot. There's been someone asking for you. A man.”

“Oh,” he tilts his head curiously, “did you direct them to Colin?”

“I offered but they were insisting on you. I don't know if it was business or not so…”

“Did this man give a name?” He slants a brow.

You cradle your coffee with both hands and swallow. You feel like a snitch, like a child taddling. You nod, “yeah, Andy?”

He's quite as a line etches between his brows and he hums, “ah, he was here?”

“Several times,” you confirm.

“Hmm, curious,” he muses and the tension quickly slakes from his features, “well, if he should appear again, you will fetch me. I'll be certain he does not continue to ask after me.”

“Oh, yeah, thank you, sir,” you let out a breath of relief. It's a bit cowardly but you just can't deal with him again.

“Certainly, but…” he raises a long finger, “did he bother you very much?”

“Me?” You echo.

“Yes, he wasn't rude, was he?”

“Not really, just a bit… pushy.”

“He is that type,” he scoffs, “well, he shouldn't be hounding my place of work, it's wholly inappropriate and unfair to you and the other staff. It shall be dealt with.”

“Thanks again,” you say, “I'm just gonna… put my things away.”

“Yes, yes, don't let me keep you,” he feels along hia jacket and slides his phone from his pocket, “I have a call to make before opening.”

He sets off and you do the same. You feel a little less addled but not entirely relieved. Something about Mr. Pine's reaction makes you suspicious. He's usually unshakeable but you saw that fine crack in his veneer.

You're not entirely certain Andy is a fond acquaintance. It's hard for you to see the two men getting along, almost complete opposites in their demeanour. The more you think about it, the more Andy seemed ready for a confrontation each time he asked for the elusive owner.

Whatever happens, hopefully, you're not the one dealing with the fallout.

#andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #andy barber x reader #drabble #au #series #bookstore au #once upon a time #defending jacob

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luci4theminorannoyance · 3 months

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I'm sorry to bother you. May I request an Angry/ fluff?

I saw this one episode from Helluva Boss about moxie. He has a toxic father and being forced to wed, and Millie saved him from a forced marriage.

Can you put the fem!Reader in the same situation? Being forced to wed and their partner rescue them?

141 squad + Valeria .

If this is too much writing for you... You can ignore it.

a/n: hi!! Guess who just wrote all of this and didn’t save! Also- no writing is too much for me :)

Gaz:

-you didn’t tell him, just imagining the tears in his eyes was enough to make you feel horrid. He was so sweet to you, he didn’t deserve this but you didn’t have a choice

-he didn’t know until he came by to say hello after a long mission only for one of the maids to tell him you were off getting married!

-his heart was racing, did you not love him? Were you actually doing this? Why? No. No it wasn’t you. It had to be your family.

-even though he wasn’t invited, he walked in anyway, sitting in the front seat with a mask to cover his face and his nerves on edge

-and seeing you walk down the isle was enough to make him cry before he sprang into action, grabbing you by the wrist and walking you outside before anyone could do anything

-“next time I see you on an isle it better be you and me, luv. Yah?” Gaz hummed as he kissed you right outside the churches doors, a smile gleaming on his face

soap:

-he always had hated your family, their little comments against you and their glares at him always making his blood boil, if he could punch all of them he would in an instant and would have fun doing it

-the second you told him, all teary eyed and sobbing? He felt a sickening sense of jealously overwhelm him. You were his girlfriend and if a single rich jerk wanted you they would have to put up with him

-he of course, showed up to your wedding, knocking open the door with pure adrenaline shooting through him as he picked you up over your shoulder and carried you out

-he was a mix of emotions, and his adrenaline didn’t calm down until you were with him in the car, in his arms once again

-“yer alright ain’t ye, Bonnie? or should I go back ‘n and punch one of ‘em for ye?”

ghost:

-pretended to be okay with it, pretended to be fine with it, pretended to be okay with losing you even if he knew you were the only girl he had let in for a long time seriously

-he even saw you get up to the altar before he snapped. He couldn’t take it! He didn’t care if the fucking body guards hauled him away in the end he just couldn’t see you be unhappy

-of course everyone was shocked, including the poor groom who was just as uncomfortable as you were and was shoved aside by ghost

-ghost practically took you and ran. Didn’t even process what he did until you two were all the way at his apartment

-“fuck…. Hey, luvie- any idea on what we’re gonna do now or should I just hope your family doesn’t come and find you?”

price:

-oh now he’s just amused. Your family trying to take away you? From him? Ain’t that just sweet. he didn’t take them seriously even at the wedding. He knew he could pull this off and hopefully keep you with him where you wanted to be

-inside he was honestly scared though.. what if you did want this? What if he can’t think of a way to keep you safe? What if he fails?

-he treated it like a mission. Step one; show up with a fast get away car and grab you before you even get to the church, step two: cuddle with you till he forgets all the stress (although he wouldn’t admit that part until you let him)

-he got you home in the end, still in your dress and still stressed from the entire ordeal.. but now he has you back, that’s all that matters to him.

valeria:

-much to her men’s surprise, she didn’t… go in guns blazing! She simply payed people off. Oh your family is sending you to a country to marry someone? Too bad she’s there and the groom disappeared. Your family hides where you are? Whomp whomp, she’s already at the door ready to kiss you all over and simply walk out with you next to her

-over time it was practically a game for her, she knew you and her would marry eventually. Although she was starting to get bored of the white wedding gown she had seen you in at least five times now. Although you looked stunning in it all the same

-“you know, mi vida; when I marry you I should buy you a different dress. I’ve seen this one so many times it’s not even a surprise anymore, maybe you can choose it out and you can show it to me on the isle, hm?”

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crybaby-bkg · 11 months

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Fluffy bakugou brainrot:

So I’m in a classic soft sad semi crybaby kinda mood rn- did anything happen? Nope. Am I just like this? Yup.

Anyways, I like to think number one blorbo bakugo lowkey lives for this shit. NOT BECAUSE YOURE SAD. But because it means he just kinda ??? Gets a koala for a little bit??? All pliable and shit.

And you know he just goes along with whatever too. You wanna just hide your face in his neck on the couch? Bakugo’s got a blanket pulled up around you with a hand rubbing up and down your back while the other gives occasional head pats.

You wanna chill and play switch games? Bakugo’s there, sitting prolly behind you against the headboard so you’re in between his legs askin questions and paying ATTENTION goddamnit. WITH bonus !! Forehead smooches frequently. (I’m on a Zelda totk kick rn and I like to think bro gets all smarmy and cocky when bosses show up because “sweetheart I could totally beat it for you don’t worry” and then he dies not a minute in)

In general: soft bakugo who adores having koala hours with his baby when he can just plop around with them and call them the sweetest, cavity inducing nicknames on the planet to get them to laugh a lil

Bonus!!! Bakugo finding out you haven’t eaten the Proper Amount of Food™️ so he puts your ass on the kitchen counter and makes your ultimate favorite. Gets you water too in a lil cup with a straw

PLS this will live in my head rent free for the next two weeks ‼️‼️

but nooo I get it!!!! like it’s not necessarily about you being sad as it is about how clingy and mellow you get that he absolutely adores!!!! loves being able to just decompress after a long day, hide his face in your neck and breathe in your scent while you read on your phone.

and omg the switch part he gets sooo cocky about being able to beat everything and dies after the first punch skdjdkd I can imagine him bragging about beating the boss even if you’re playing something easy like cooking mama or animal crossing LOL what a dork

he calls you the most sickening nicknames that he would absolutely kill his friends over if they ever heard it!!!!! all sweethearts, and my love, and honey bunny that you can’t help but laugh at bc it sounds a little funny coming from him !! but you love every name anyway, because it came from him and he’s so comfortable around you that he doesn’t mind being a little corny if he gets to see you smile at the name he gives you 🥺

also definitely is ready to throw hands if you don’t eat or drink enough >_> scolds you the whole time he’s fixing you food, keeps shoving individual ingredients in your mouth and hands in between seasoning the food and stirring/chopping. “why do you always do this—how the hell do you even forget to eat?” as he slices up a cucumber or piece of fruit and taps it on your bottom lip for you to open wide so he can feed you !!

#this was so lovely tysm for sending it !!#love domestic thoughts with him #so comforting !!#I hope you liked my additions :)#—another happy customer! 🍭#bakugou treats! 🍬#—new treat in the streets! 🍫#counter fav sevenlizards

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gojos-fr-bae · 10 days

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𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔇𝔬 𝔓𝔱. 2 (ℜ𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡)

Part 1, Part 2

Pairing: CEO!Gojo x Fem!Lawyer!Reader

Warnings: Cussing, Drinking, A slap (or punch, I don't rly remember) Toji in his boxers bc why tf not. only a tad bit of angst at the beginning, the rest is pretty chill, Not proofread (honestly, are we shocked)

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N:😌🤭🏃🏿‍♀️😍😎😋

Minors DNI

You were seated outside with your boss who had long calmed down but still clutched your arm tight, his head still buried in the crook of your neck. You were sure that people were already questioning your disappearances and you were sure you would return to some distasteful rumors. First he saves you a seat next to him and then you both run off somewhere for almost half an hour. Fuck, this is not good.

“S-sir, I think we need to leave.” you murmured softly, not wanting to startle him in this fragile state.

He simply just hummed and nuzzled deeper into your neck.

“Mr. Gojo I’m being serious, please let go of me, we need to leave.” You stated, this time your voice is much firmer.

Finally getting the hint, he pulled away from you, uttering a soft apology and letting go of your hand as he stared down at the ground. Although his bangs were blocking his face slightly, you didn’t miss how dejected he looked.

You were about to say something but got startled by the door leading inside opening abruptly. Your heart sank for a moment before looking up and noticed that the person who opened said door was Nanami, Gojo’s personal assistant. Even though you didn’t know him too well, from your interactions, he seemed nothing like his boss so you still held onto a string of hope for your reputation.

He looked at you and Satoru, his eyes traveling from you to Gojo before he sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Miss,I’m so sorry for whatever it is that just happened, he’s probably just drunk.

“Oh, umm, yeah, it’s okay…i guess. I’m just going to head back inside if that’s fine.” You replied, getting up and quickly collecting your bag before heading for the door.

“Yes, of course, please, go ahead.” Nanami pointed towards the door and you couldn’t get out of there faster.

As you made your way to your seat, you didn’t miss the stares and whispers of everyone in the room. Great, just as you expected, everyone is probably making disgusting assumptions about you and at this point you wanted nothing more than to get home.

You sat on the island, hair in a mess and wine bottle in your hand while Toji worked at the stove, making you a grilled cheese. He was wearing nothing but his boxers and his body was covered in hickeys and scratch marks. To anyone else the scene may have seemed confusing yet for you, this was almost routine.

“And he wouldn’t let go? Toji asked, trying to wrap his mind around the story you had just told him about your awful night.

“YEAH, CAN YOU IMAGINE! I had to wait for his assistant to come bail me out and now everyone thinks I’m a slut who only got the job because I’m sleeping with the boss!!” You shouted in frustration before downing a big gulp of your wine.

“And what’s so wrong about that?” Toji asked, smirking at you while he slid you your sandwich. You just trolled your eyes at him.

“Well unlike YOU, that’s not the type of image I want to uphold.”

“Yeah, whatever you say sweetheart. Anyway, you didn’t fuck him did you?”

“Ew, OF COURSE NOT!!”

“Then what are you so worried about, the rumors will die out. Everyone will forget about this shit after his next scandal so just hold out for like, a week or two.”

“Ugh, that’s easier said than done.”

“What's happened has happened princess, nothing we can do about that except move on, now is there?”

“I guess not,” You sighed.

“Exactly. So stop worrying your pretty little head over this.” He said before pressing a peck on your forehead and making his way to his room. “Don’t drink too much, you still have work tomorrow.”

You couldn’t do much but groan at the thought that you might have to see that man again. What the heck did you sign yourself up for?

You were sitting at your desk when the quiet room suddenly filled with murmurs. You raised your head from the work you had buried it in to see what was causing such a stir. Your breathed hitched as you saw your boss, Gojo Satoru himself, walking up to you with a big fucking bouquet filled with a variety of flowers, half of which you had never seen in your entire life.

You tried to look away but your eyes had already met and you could only brace yourself for what was about to transpire.

Gojo walked over to your cubicle and gave you his signature blinding smile.

“Hey sweets, thanks so much for last night. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, as a matter of fact, I saw these through the shop window and couldn’t help but think it was meant for you,” a lie. Satoru had stood in the shop for hours painstakingly choosing all 162 flowers in that bouquet. But you didn’t need to know that. You reluctantly took the flowers from him, instantly regretting it when you heard everyone in the room gasp simultaneously. Oh shit. Why me! Why me! What did I do to deserve this! Those are all the phrases you were screaming in your head as Gojo leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Also, come to my office at 1pm, okay?” His deep raspy voice said in a hushed tone, sending shivers down your spine.

He then stood up straight and winked at you, before strutting out the room.

You immediately dropped the flowers on your desk and ran to the washroom and locked yourself in a stall. If you knew this job would come with so much bs you would’ve never taken it.

This isn’t like you. You really can’t be letting a man like him get under your skin.

Just then, you heard the washroom door swing open and heard two voices come in.

“Oh my gosh, did you see how that slut reacted when she saw Mr. Gojo walk in?” The first one quipped.

“Ugh, I know right, and did you hear what he said!? “Thank you for last night” I mean gosh!” replied the second.

“She probably only got the job from fucking him, did you hear that they’re paying her 50K!?”

“Girls these days! What kind of punch does she need to be packing under that ugly outfit of hers for her to seduce Mr. Gojo. I mean he’s WAY out of her league.”

“Mhm, it’s like seeing a literal god go out with a rat that was run over by a tricycle!”

They both began to cackle loudly and you finally snapped. You burst open the stall door and they turned around to face you in shock. They didn’t have time to process it though as you landed a harsh slap with all the force you could muster across their faces, walking out before they could even utter a word. Serves those bitches right.

You just went back to your desk and kept your head down, waiting until 1pm FINALLY but unfortunately arrived.

You slowly made your way to the top floor, before walking to his secretary’s desk. She looked up at you before speaking.

“He’s waiting for you, just go in,” she snarled, chewing her gum obnoxiously loud, her nails tapping away at her keyboard.

You just rolled your eyes at her before pushing the big office door open, closing it behind you and turning to face Gojo. He had his feet kicked up onto his huge desk, floor to ceiling windows making up the wall behind him, the bustling city of Tokyo laid out behind him.

He looked at you from behind his glasses, sirking cockily.

“So, you came,”

“Didn’t really have a choice considering everyone’s been treating me weird and like shit because they think we fucked.” you snapped at him.

“And what’s so bad about that?”

“Being treated like shit?” you questioned in disbelief.

“No, people thinking we’ve fucked. If anything, we probably should. Let’s give them something to REALLY talk about.” He replied, winking at you. The gall this man had.

“Sir, with all due respect, if that’s all you wanted to talk about then you are wasting my fucking time. I’ll just leave if-”

“No! No, don’t leave, that’s not what I asked you here for,” He said in a slightly panicked tone, standing up from his seat. “Look, I just wanted to, umm, thank you again for last night,” he said smoothly, regaining his suave persona.

“Were the flowers not enough because me, the rest of the employees and probably the whole world thought it was wayyyyy more than enough.” You replied in slight annoyance.

“What? No, of course not! Infact, I spent all day thinking of the best way to pay you back, and I finally got it.”

“And what may that be?”

“A shopping spree!!” he shouted, doing jazz hands at you.

“Sir, that is completely inappropriate and-”

“I’ll let you get whatever you want, no spending limit, it’s all on me” He cut you off, waving his AMEX in the air.

You wanted to say no, you wanted to say no so fucking bad. But your closet was in desperate need of a makeover, so was your bedroom, and your house. It was a golden opportunity, and no one in their right mind would say no.

“Fine, I’ll meet you at the mall at 6pm,”

“Oh no no no, that’s way too far away, come on, I already cleared you for the rest of the day, come on, let’s go!” he said in a chirpy voice. Skipping towards you, he grabbed your hand before dashing out of the room with you.

You were in for one heck of a day.

***

You were now in the basement parking of the building. Satoru slowly walked you to his reserved parking slot in which was parked a black, sleek mercedes. Your eyes widened at the sight and Gojo just smiled at your reaction, feeling his ego get boosted by tenfold.

“You like?” he asked, opening the passenger door and motioning for you to enter. You just ignored it, sitting in the car as he closed the door and ran around to the driver’s seat.

It felt so wrong. Not just the fact that it was you’re in your boss’ car, but the fact that it was a really expensive, really fancy car.

“So, are you ready to go?” Satoru asked, gazing at you.

“Sure. Why the fuck not!”

Part 1, Part 2

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lowkeychenle · 10 months

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Lost & Wayward [NJM] (1)

Description: After the worst couple weeks of your life, you finally break down in the middle of an alleyway. Jaemin hears you and comes to comfort you, and little do you know, he's about to change your life--in more ways than one.

Genre: Fluff/Eventual smut

Content Warnings: A little bit of an existential crisis at the beginning but what else is new?

Word Count: 2,452

Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader (Canon!AU so all the Dreamies will be mentioned/appear)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Lost & Wayward Mini-Masterlist

Juliet's Masterlist

You’re officially having the worst day of your life.

After five years, you decided to break up with your ex-boyfriend last week on a whim. You waited and waited for the sadness to hit you, but it never did.

Until now, that is, when your manager pulled you aside to let you know you’d been let go from your job. You worked there for almost as long as your previous relationship, making it the last bit of normalcy you had.

To be honest, you’re more frustrated than sad, but the tears pour out either way. You walk down the street before you allow yourself to break down. You find a slot between buildings and, without a second thought, plop onto the ground and bury your head into your knees.

If you weren’t scared of shattering every bone in your fist, you’d punch the brick wall behind you and pretend it’s your boss’s face. You worked so hard for them, only to be let go because they didn’t have the hours.

You’re not sure how long you’re out there for. Could have been minutes, hours, or even a whole day and the thought would’ve skirted right past you.

“Excuse me, Miss,” a voice sounds, not quite close enough to worry you. “Is everything alright?”

It doesn’t surprise you that someone decided to ask you. It’s beyond cold outside and you’re not wearing a winter coat. The chill sets in when you remember that, but the tears burn hot on your face.

When you don’t answer, the man steps closer. The only light is the crescent moon behind him, so you can’t see him too well. He’s hesitant to approach you, but considering the amount of people walking past the alleyway on the street behind him, you’re not worried about him talking to you.

“Is it okay if I talk to you?” he asks. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I hate to see anyone sad like this.”

You sniffle, cradling your knees to your chest and nodding slightly. Soon enough, he’s squatting in front of you to look at your face. Even through the darkness, there’s something familiar about him. The majority of his face is covered by a mask, but strong eyebrows furrow over his worried eyes.

“Are you alright?”

“I’ll be okay,” you tell him. After all, you’re used to shrugging off your problems and pretending they don’t exist. That’s probably how you ended up in this situation in the first place.

“Wanna talk about it?” He tilts his head. His hair is some sort of blond, but you barely have time to register anything about him before he’s blinking expectantly at you.

“You don’t even know me.” You let out a small laugh of disbelief. “Why would you want to listen to me?”

“The world can be a lonely place.” He clasps his hands together, planting himself down on the ground in front of you. “Everyone feels like this at some point, I think. You shouldn’t have to go through it alone. And let’s not forget you chose a dingy alley to come sit in, so I couldn’t just…leave you here by yourself. It wouldn’t be right.”

“It’s a long story.”

“Lucky for you, this is one of the only days in existence where I have time to listen.” Humor laces in his tone, and it forces a smile onto your face.

You pick at your shoelaces. “It’s gonna sound stupid.”

“Hit me with it.”

“Okay, just remember you asked for this. You’re not allowed to leave until I’m done now.”

The only reason you know he’s smiling is from the way his eyes crinkle and sparkle like stars are lodged in them. He looks so damn familiar, but you can’t place it here.

“So, it started last week. I broke up with this guy I’d been dating for…a while. But that’s not what I’m sad about. Honestly, it was a long time coming, and everything he did annoyed the shit out of me—sorry, getting off track. Anyway, I was doing okay with that and being alone and stuff, but then I just got let go from my job I’ve been working in for forever. It was my dream job since I graduated, and now I’m back to square one.” You let out a shaky sigh, letting your head smack against the bricks behind you.

The man flinches at the sound. “Why’d you break up with him?”

“We weren’t right for each other. I was tired of fighting for love and affection when it should’ve just been given. I’d rather be alone than tied down and miserable, you know?” You run your fingers through your hair and wipe your eyes. “God, I must look like a complete mess.”

“Not completely,” he says in an attempt to soothe you. “Promise, I’ve seen worse.”

“Oh, do you make it a habit to come check on crying women in the street?” You meant it as a joke, but he coughs once.

“No, absolutely not.”

You’re pretty sure he’s blushing.

“I really just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He clears his throat. “What…What did you do for work?”

“Marketing,” you say. “I used to work down the street, but my boss said they’re not bringing in enough money to justify my hours. It’ll suck for them once they realize I’m the only one who brought in any money to begin with.”

“I’m really sorry that happened to you.” He pauses. “Is talking about it making you feel better?”

As much as you hate to deny it, it is.

“Yeah.” You purse your lips, pondering your thoughts. “I don’t really have any friends to talk to about this, so I appreciate you taking time to make sure I’m okay.”

“Speaking of friends.” He glances over his shoulder. “Mine are probably wondering where I am.”

“Oh.” You don’t mean to sound disappointed. “Yeah, of course. I’ll be fine.”

He looks back at you, seemingly contemplating something before a sigh escapes him. When he stands up, he holds his hand out to you. You take it, and he helps you up to your feet. Brushing yourself off, you pull your phone out of your pocket to check the time.

“Let me give you my number,” he offers. “That way you can just text or call me if you’re sad.”

“I can’t ask you to do something like that.” You silently thank whoever’s listening that it’s so dark outside. He can’t see your blush.

“I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to answer quickly, but I’d feel a lot better knowing you had someone to talk to.”

Hesitantly, you open the contacts app and click the add button. He recites his phone number, and you show him once you’re done typing it to confirm it’s correct. Once he nods, you click to add his name.

You don’t even have to ask, he already realizes what you need.

“Na Jae—” he cuts himself off with a cough. “Na Jae…Na Jaeseok.” He watches you type it in.

“Thank you, Jaeseok.” You smile at him.

“Text me if you want. Or not. I won’t be offended.” He puts his hands behind his back.

You’re about to speak when a group of six guys appears at the end of the alleyway.

“What the hell are you doing over here?” The guy in the middle tries his best to sound like he’s scolding Jaeseok, but you know there’s no real malice behind it.

“Sorry, coming.” He turns back to you. “Are you alright getting home on your own?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about me.”

He jogs off to meet his friends, making eye contact with you one more time before they disappear down the street. You stare down at your phone screen, at his name and phone number, and wonder why he would do something like this.

You mutter his name under your breath, frowning when you yet again think of how familiar he feels. It didn’t matter, not really, because he was nice enough to make sure you were okay.

With that in mind, you walk home with a smile on your face. As you settle in your bed, you send him a quick text to thank him and to tell him your name.

A few days later, you awaken to your phone ringing at 7:30am. With a groan, you stare down at the unknown number with a frown.

“Hello?” you answer.

“Hi, is this (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?”

“Speaking.” You sit up, massaging your forehead.

“Hi (Y/N), this is Kim Minji, I’m head of the marketing department at SM Entertainment. I heard you’re looking for employment, and your work history is quite impressive. Are you interested in coming in for an interview?”

Your mind whirls and your eyes widen.

SM Entertainment? As in…EXO, NCT, SHINee, Red Velvet, Aespa, and so many other groups you absolutely adore? What the actual hell?

“I…I’m so sorry, but I didn’t apply…”

“You were mentioned by one of our scouts, ma’am. Although I completely understand if you’d like to pass on the interview—”

“No!” You gasp. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. No, I’d love to have an interview. The sooner, the better.”

“Perfect. If you’ll provide me with the best email address for you, I’ll send you the time and location for it.”

You happily provide Minji with your email, bubbling with energy even after you hang up the phone. Without a second thought, you open Jaeseok’s message thread.

You (7:42am): you’ll never guess what just happened to me!!!! Jaeseok (7:43am): this kinda sounds ominous…a good thing i hope? You (7:43am): didn’t you say you might take a little bit to respond? i figured that meant more than one minute Jaeseok (7:44am): well you better hurry up and tell me because i start work in 16 minutes You (7:45am): freaking sm entertainment just called me and offered me an interview. SM ENTERTAINMENT!!!!!!!!! Jaeseok (7:50am): holy shit, no way! that’s great! i’ve gotta disappear for a bit but i’m so excited for you. you’ll have to tell me how it goes

You text him back to let him know you will, and then you refresh your email for the next twenty minutes straight awaiting Minji’s email.

Your interview is the same day. Holy shit, your interview is the same day. You never even thought of applying at SM, assuming they were way too competitive for the type of work experience you have.

You dressed in a nice skirt with a button-down shirt tucked into it. Since you only own one pair of heels, you quietly thank your past self for making them work appropriate. You don’t exactly know what to expect when you walk in.

You let the lady at the front desk know you’re here for Minji, and she instructs you to sit in one of the lobby chairs. You do as she says, nervously bouncing your leg.

The door opens next to you, and immediately, you almost choke on air. Three of your favorite people in the entire world just walked in. You only realize you’re staring when Chenle, Haechan, and Jisung see you, too.

They exchange a glance, and before you know it, they continue on into the building. You fan yourself with your hand as you try to calm down. If you’re going to work at their entertainment company, you’ve got to be level-headed when you see them.

Until the rest of them walk in after. Mark, Jeno, Renjun, and Jaemin. Mark says something to the group, and that makes Jaemin throw his head back in laughter, the widest smile on his face. Good God, they even walk in sync. Your heart stutters at the sight of your years-long bias walking past you.

Jaemin is so much prettier in person. Holy shit. His hair is blue, and from the looks of his roots, it’s freshly dyed.

Every single thing that went wrong in your life over the past few weeks is suddenly not even a thought in your head. Who gives a shit about your old job when this new one has you in the presence of the world’s most beautiful angels?

And then you make eye contact with Jaemin. Your gazes lock together, and the breath leaves your body. Like the friendly human he is, he slightly bows his head at you before he continues on with the rest of Dream.

“Holy shit,” you mumble under your breath, bringing your hand up to your forehead.

It’s safe to say you rock your interview. Minji seemed to really like you. She let you know you could expect an answer by the end of the week. You, obviously, thanked her for the opportunity and left.

The first thing you do when you get home is pull your phone out and text Jaeseok.

You (3:45pm): the saga continues Jaeseok (4:03pm): another ominous text. u have to quit doing that to me! what happened? You (4:10pm): so i go in for my interview, right? which i rocked by the way, not that either of us were concerned about that, but you’ll never guess who i saw Jaeseok (5:24pm): sorry, just on my dinner break. who did you see? You (5:25pm): dinner break? what the hell do u do that keeps u at work literally all day? but anyway, i saw nct dream. freaking nct dream. they just walked right past me and i nearly had a heart attack Jaeseok (5:26pm): you’re a dream fan? You (5:30pm): i’m not like…crazy if that’s what you’re asking. i loooove them though! it would be so cool to work in the same building as them. and exo. if u want to see me crazy, put me in a room with byun baekhyun Jaeseok (5:32pm): forget exo, who’s your dream bias? You (5:45pm): why does that matter?????? i saw alllll of them, jaeseok, keep up Jaeseok (5:46pm): pinky promise i’m definitely keeping up. just curious. You (5:50pm): we are not close enough yet for me to spill those kinds of secrets. try again next week Jaeseok (5:52pm): i have to get back to work but keep me updated on if you hear anything about the job! i’m sure you rocked it.

How the hell did your life do a complete one-eighty like this? You went from crying alone in an alleyway to having a job opportunity at one of the biggest entertainment companies in South Korea. And you were blessed by the presence of NCT Dream.

Now all you have to do is wait for Minji to call you with her decision. Can’t be that hard, right?

#nct #nct dream #nct imagines #nct scenarios #jaemin #na jaemin #nct jaemin #nct dream jaemin #nct dream smut #nct dream fluff #jaemin smut #jaemin scenario #jaemin x reader

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Midnight Blooms | Elriel AU chapter 2/?

Sports romance, college AU.

Summary: When Elain is told by her father, a ruthless politician, that she is to marry the son of one of his closest friends, Lucien Vanserra, to assure her father’s win on the next election, she has no other choice but to agree. What she never expected was her convictions being tested by a tall, devastatingly beautiful black-haired hockey player who moved in right next door. And if there was one thing Elain was certain of, was that Azriel posed a dangerous threat to the previously dormant desires roaming inside her. And she needed to stay far, far away from him.

Tags: forbidden love, arranged marriage, forced proximity, modern setting, slow burn

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Chapter 2

I notice everything you do or don't do

AZRIEL

Cassian hits my shoulder hard with one of his huge hands as soon as the main door to the girl’s house closes, and none of them are looking at us anymore. He has probably been waiting to punch me since the invite for the party escaped my lips.

Good thing he didn’t aim for the jaw or cheekbone, although we do have a no-face-punching rule, but Cassian tends to forget it pretty often. Or at least that’s how he excuses himself every fucking time.

“What the fuck was that, Az?” He grunts my way. “You want to kill our party before it even starts?”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” I tell him, taking a couple steps back, I’m holding my third bottle of beer in my right hand, it’s almost over, the liquid pretty much room temperature.

Last semester, when we lived in that awful one bedroom apartment near campus, parties were one hundred percent off limits. We didn’t even have a living room, for fuck’s sake. The kitchen consisted of the tiniest little oven ever, and a sink that barely fit two plates and a mug. Granted, the rent was cheap. So cheap, we could spend the rest of our money on take-out, liquor and WiFi, which is pretty much all you need to survive college.

But a couple weeks before finals, the whole building was infested with the fattest, and ugliest rats I’ve ever seen, Cassian even made a sport out of getting the little fuckers out of the apartment, and I guess it was a silent agreement that we couldn’t stay there for another year. No fucking way.

So I saved every penny I got from all the jobs my boss assigned me during the summer. Yes, maybe not all of them were entirely legal, but they payed generously and in cash, how was I supposed to pass the opportunity when it got us this amazing house? It is only a bonus that we have three, hot as fuck neighbors. Almost like the universe is rewarding us for all the shit it made us go through when we were children.

About fucking time.

“Dramatic? I’ve been planning this thing for weeks,” Cassian says, rubbing his face with the palm of his hand. “It’s the last time I can get properly drunk before practice starts. Coach is a pain in the ass with his no-drinking-during-the-season-or-get-the-fuck-out rule, and you know it.”

“Let’s go inside,” Rhys says, leaving the end of the sentence hanging unsaid in the air, but I imagine it would go as something like: you uncivilized brutes.

“You’re just proving my point, Cass,” I say, hiding a smile, looking over my shoulder one last time at the house on the other side of the street, I stop on my tracks when I see the curtain of the kitchen window rustle. Are they still watching us?

Is she still watching us?

The pretty, quiet one. Fuck, I couldn’t look away from those big, sweet eyes and those full, pink lips. I’d die to just give them a little taste, a tiny bite until she’s melting and moaning against me. I remember her from last year. We took a class together, I’m pretty sure she never really noticed me. She sat at the front, I sat on the back. She was quiet, so shy, did all the group assignments on her own, and always got the highest grade. The professor used to be a jerk and tease her because she was so smart, but so damn quiet she never showed how fucking intelligent she was to the rest of the class. I had to fight the urge to kick his ugly ass whenever he started his shit with her.

It made the whole class laugh at her expense, the fucking asshole.

I admit my reasons for inviting them to the party were completely selfish. I saw an opportunity and took it. Now, the real surprise would be if she actually shows up tomorrow night.

“I also think it is a good idea to have them over for the party,” Rhysand says, putting one hand on my left shoulder, and the other on Cassian’s, guiding us inside the house. “They won’t call the cops if they’re having a good time. Right, Az?”

I shrug. “Sure.”

“Oh, come on, you two,” Cassian shakes his head like his disappointed. “Always thinking with your dicks.”

“Not my problem that girl is giving you blue balls.” I say, walking a bit faster to get away from him before he decides to punch something other than my shoulder.

Cassian grunts.

“Is that why you’ve been so moody all summer?” Rhys asks lifting a brow, and Cass shoots him a death glare. “Wait, don’t tell me you fell in love with this girl after just one night, Cassian. We’re not fifteen anymore”

“Shut up, asshole.”

“I’m just saying.” Rhys lifts both hands in the air, innocently.

I smile, watching them. We’ve been together, the three of us, since we were little kids. Pretty much fending for ourselves in a world that doesn’t like people like us. Alone, but never really lonely. From foster home to foster home. By some miracle, we were always placed together in different families. Five to be exact. Most kicked us out after a couple months, claimed we were too much to handle, or whatever the fuck that means.

We were children, noisy, curious, maybe a little too energetic, but they wanted us to behave like robots, follow orders to a tee, never complain, and of course, they wanted the government’s money. Turns out, dealing with us wasn’t worth the little compensation they were receiving, so ultimately all of them ended up throwing us back into the black whole we came from.

Everything changed when we got to Gramps and Nana’s house. Recently retired, house empty after their biological kids were all grown up and left, they decided to take us in. Treated us like their own. It was so unlike every single other house we’d been at, the we contemplated running away the first two weeks. It felt too good to be true. Almost like a trap.

Nana won us over with her killer brownies and Gramps taught us everything he knew about hockey.

We wouldn’t be here without them.

“Well, don’t ask,” Cassian starts walking up the stairs, like the subject actually bothers him, which is completely unusual for him. “I’m telling you guys, those girls are going to be nothing but trouble.”

Rhys eyes gleam like he’s visualizing exactly what Cassian is referring to, and he’s up for the challenge.

“Isn’t that the fun of it, Cass?” Rhys teases him.

“When you’re the one walking around with blue balls over that girl, Rhys, we’ll talk.”

“Oh, but I won’t.” Rhys’ voice is laced in arrogant confidence.

“She has a boyfriend,” I remind him, nearing our brand new couch in the living room. It’s dark blue, almost black, and it’s huge. It had to be, if it wants to fit the three of us at the same time. Gramps gifted it to us before we moved here, said he couldn’t bare the thought of us sitting on the floor on such a big house. Is pretty much the only piece of decent furniture we own.

“Not for long.” Rhys shrugs, opening the fridge we have in the living room and grabbing another beer. It seemed like a better place than the kitchen, considering that if we’re watching sports we don’t have to walk all the way there to grab something to drink.

Cassian barks a laugh. “You’re too cocky, is going to bite you in the ass.”

“I happen to enjoy ass bites.” Rhys laughs again, and I’m silently glad we’re not fighting.

We hardly ever do.

We’ve been through so much already, always sticking together, and having each other’s back, that there doesn’t seem to be anything that would be important enough for us to fight over.

Cassian shakes his head, and climbs the stairs like he has so much pent up energy he’d like to release. A couple seconds later, he’s blasting music in his bedroom and to probably hide the annoying noise his rusty-ass treadmill makes. It’s so old the damn thing is practically falling apart by just looking at it.

“If I’d known those three lived here, I would’ve moved out from that rat hell a lot sooner,” Rhys says, sitting next to me, and turning on the television, none of us really pay attention to it. I don’t have to look at my brother to know his eyes are also glued to the window right beside the screen, the one that gives us a front row seat to the house in front.

“They moved in last year,” I tell him, taking the beer from his grip to steal a sip.

“You know them?” He asks me, a curious look in his eyes. I know almost everyone. I like to watch people. Listen when they think I’m not paying attention. I happened to learn at a very young age, that information is the real currency of the world. It can get you pretty much anywhere you want to go if you know how to use it correctly.

“Just two of them.” I tell him, giving his beer back. “The third one is probably a freshman. I’d never seen her around here before.”

“I hadn’t seen any of them around here before.”

“Nesta’s pre-law,” I begin to explain. “Has every loser in campus either shitting their pants on her presence or trying to get into her pants.”

“That’s Cassian’s?” Rhys asks, as if it needs confirmation.

“Yup,” I nod. “And Elain… No idea what her major is. She’s pretty reserved, keeps to herself, doesn’t go out much.” I shrug, pretending she doesn’t pique my interest in the slightest, which couldn’t be further from the truth. “I took a class with her last year, I’m guessing she’s maybe an art major.”

Rhys takes a big gulp from his beer. “That leaves us the third sister.”

“Right, the one with the boyfriend.”

“Love it that you keep reminding me,” Rhys shoots me a not so friendly glare.

“There’s a thousand girls on campus that would pretty much give up their first born to sleep with you, Rhys,” I remind him. “No need to want one that’s unavailable.”

“I happen to like challenges.” His shoulders go tense when the door of the house in front of ours opens, and the girl whose name we don’t know yet walks out, some cash on her hand. There’s a bike in the street, some skinny guy pulling handing her two boxes of pizza.

She thanks him with a wide smile, and Rhys takes a long gulp from his beer.

“Yeah, but you’re a sore loser.”

He smiles wickedly at me. “Which only means I have to make sure I don’t lose.”

I roll my eyes, and he simply lets out a dark chuckle. I’m not joking when I say any of us could get literally any girl on campus we wanted. They’re practically drooling at our feet, mostly after games, and the quota of girls drastically increases if we win it. But, after a couple years playing for the Night Beasts, and getting used to the attention, it has only made it… boring. Predictable.

Too easy.

Rhysand grabs the keys of his pick-up truck that were laying on top of the fridge and hands me his half empty beer bottle.

“Where are you going?”

“To buy the best fucking wine I can get my hands on.”

He leaves before I can stop him, and I’m left on my own in the big, dark first floor of the house, surrounded by nothing but shadows, peeking trough the window like a complete stalker, at the way they’re sitting in the kitchen table, eating pizza and laughing. My eyes glued to one of the sisters in particular, her soft smiles, the curve of her neck, her lips wrapping around the straw of her drink, putting such filthy images in my head I force myself to look away, adjust the bulge on my pants and go take a cold shower.

Fuck.

It’s going to be a long year.

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in honor of time magazine softlaunching elriel i decided to post another chapter! I actually never thought people would read it so i'm glad you guys are liking it<333

#elriel #pro elriel #elain x azriel #pro elain #azriel x elain #acotar #azriel #elain archeron #elriel AU #elriel fanfiction

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quodekash · 6 months

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QUICK, GUYNAWA ARE HAVING A TENDER MOMENT, I NEED TO KEEP GOING

I love their flirting love language <3

the way he looks at him

THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HIM

yes, im crying because of them

oh that is so infuriating

they were facing the wrong way

I love these idiots so much but maybe if they'd seen the shooting star, they couldve had a magical moment and then kissed or something, idk

but no, they're such idiots that they didnt think to look in the other direction

I love them, but its infuriating sometimes

OKAY BUT GIVE US THE WHOLE STORY

THERES SO MANY GAPS

literally all we know about this so far:

1. evil boss guy wanted name to do one last thing for him before he could quit (presumably to rob the house)

2. name asked saifah for some help with some things he had to do

3. according to that one news report, a robbery probably happened?

4. saifah shot kong

5. name had "no idea saifah would do something like that"

so much is missing. what's the whole story here? I still believe that saifah is innocent. he might've accidentally shot him or something, I dont know

yeah, okay

but name is involved in the plot somehow

answer my questions bitch

okay, I love you saifah, but telling him to forget about you is really freaking selfish

it may seem self-sacrificing, like "he'll be happier without me on his plate" but it's not. it's downright selfish.

there are things at play here that you're not thinking about, and other things you're not aware of

such as, you dont know that sailom is now kind of hopeless. because of what you supposedly did, kang now hates sailom, so sailom can't tutor him, so sailom can't get the money to pay off yours and his debts.

as for the things you're not thinking off?

you forget, your parents are both dead. you are his only family left. he is your only family left. he wants to understand the situation so that he can get help for you to get out, so that he isn't utterly alone, and so that you can get out of the terrible environment that is jail. he can't just forget about you, because you are all he has.

and this is both not thinking of and not aware of, sailom doesn't like to accept help from people for free. he doesnt have kang's financial support anymore. and his friends are offering help, but he has no way to pay them back for that help, so he wont accept it. but he wants you back, deemed innocent, so that he can get his boyfriend back, his job back, his happiness back. he can't just forget about you. he needs you.

now anSWER MY QUESTIONS BITCH, WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED

HE CAN'T, THAT'S THE THING, THAT'S THE PROBLEM

IM GONNA REITERATE WHAT I SAID IN EPISODE FOUR: THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WRONG WITH BEING A SEX WORKER, AN ESCORT, ANYTHING IN THAT LINE OF WORK

THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH THE FACT THAT SAILOM IS STILL A CHILD IN HIGH SCHOOL, AND THAT'S A FULL-ASS GROWN MAN ABOVE THE AGE OF 40

IT MAKES ME FEEL GROSS AND UNCOMFORTABLE

THAT IS ALL, THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK

AND ONCE AGAIN, THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH SEX WORK, BUT THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH A 40+ YEAR OLD MAN HOLDING A DRUGGED UNCONSCIOUS BOY AND SMILING LIKE THAT

thank goodness for that

CRAP THIS IS BAD AH FRICK

IM NOT TAKING SCREENSHOTS OF THIS PART I REFUSE

OH CRAP KANG PLS ARRIVE AND PUNCH HIM

AAAAA FRICK FRICK FRICK PUNCH HIM PUNCH HIM PUNCH HIM

OHTHANKGOODNESS THANK YOU KANG

I had to go through that entire scene without saying anything but man the line "to me you're nothing but money" really hit hard

I sat there for like 2 whole minutes not wanting to press play after that line because it was just validating all of kang's worst fears about how sailom values him

I am not even remotely okay

I hate the writers so much for this

on the bright side, they didnt do a soundwin and give us absolutely zero guynawa in episode 10 so I appreciate that

but uh. now im sad.

THE FREAKING FLASHBACKS THIS EPISODE HAVE BEEN THE WORST THEYVE EVER BEEN

THEY WERE MEANINGFUL FLASHBACKS

SHORT SNIPPETS OF THEIR PROGRESSION AND THE THINGS THEYVE GONE THROUGH

okay well that was. truly something.

this episode took me nearly 4 hours to watch which is a new personal record and im not sure if I should be proud of that or if I should start crying about how exhausted im going to be tomorrow

Im excited for next week and for this mess to be cleared up at least a little bit, but im also not excited for next week because itll be the second last episode and im not ready for this series to be over yet

anyway, have a good week folks. uh. yeah. keep calm and love guynawa way too much

#quodekash disregards sleep because of dangerous romance #dangerous romance #dangerous romance series #dangerous romance the series #kangsailom #kanghansailom #guynawa #marcwin #marc pahun #win pawin #pawin kulkaranyawich #perthchimon #chimon wachirawit #perth tanapon #papang phromphiriya

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ugh the second pacific rim makes me so sad because like. it's this insane amalgamation of what could've been, and im sure other people have said this before but whatever i just rewatched it and im in my feels rn so buckle up ig.

firstly - acghfshg they literally got rid of all of silly little things that made the first pacific rim *pacific rim*, except for the like two occasions when they didn't. like. soundtrack?? where did it go?? there was one (1) scene that had any sort of soundtrack usage the way the first movie did it, and it was a callback scene to the first movie. and the first pacrim was rife with ridiculous action-hero quips (think raleigh's bro saying "let's turn up the heat" in the middle of a fight) which pacrim 2 did try to do but it was so painfully a product of it's time bc dear god does it take itself way too seriously for any of the quips to land. not saying that john boyega didn't have his moments but like. they were the type of moments you'd find in any movie produced in that time.

secondly - charlie day and burn gorman put their whole actussies into that performance -- because goddamnit pacrim 2 was supposed to be an ode to hermann and newt's relationship -- only to get shafted at the last hour. like seriously their arc in pacrim 2 is so fucking heartbreaking, the two of them going from being so in tune with one another as they were at the end of pacrim 1 to drifting so far apart over ten years. and you can tell that they don't really want to believe that they don't really know each other anymore either, because like come *on* the sheer apprehensive hope on hermann's face when he first comes up to newt, and the way his face just *falls* when he asks "you won't help me?", and newt letting himself get dragged away and letting hermann go on even though he's clearly in a rush. and the way the both of them try to ignore how they've both changed over the past decade, because they have changed out of sync, and changed away from each other, and they both remind the other of what it used to be like, but it doesn't feel the same anymore because it isn't the same and just. ugh. that proverb about men and rivers. and like you can tell that what's left of newt is like. punching the prison walls of his brain, because of the sheer regret in his face when he has to hurt hermann, or the way he tries to avoid shit talking hermann when his boss clearly expects it of him. and obviously hermann having to see his friend disappear like that. going from hugging him outside the elevator because it was finally like the good old days again and they were on the same side and they would fight the bad guys and save the world again, to finding out that the person the world needed saving from was newt. and all that just to end the way it did. the both of them are entirely forgotten after hermann checks over the rocket plan and newt gets punched out.

and like obviously they were vying for a third movie because the set up for a newmann flavored reunion was literally right there, but like asfhjdg.

thirdly - mako's death??? that could've really been something, they could've used it to have like an actual lambert/jake moment, where they actually get to reconcile, but it might as well not have happened what with how the movie actually went about it.

bleh. im sure there's more to be said that im just forgetting about but whatever, it's way too late for me to care, and if any of the stuff ive said has been addressed in like interviews or smth, i wouldn't know about it as ive only seen the movies themselves and i don't particularly care to hunt down such footage.

anyways thanks for reading, if you've got this far you're a real one <3

#pacrim #pacrim 2 #pacific rim #pacific rim uprising

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red--story-writer · 11 months

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Character x Reader

A new fighter

Given: Baki Hanma, Hanayama Kaoru, Doppo Orochi, Kaiou Retsu, Gouki Shibukawa, Mitsunari Tokugawa, Katsumi Orochi

Note: blood,brutality,insults, Critical Issues

Part 4

The crowd is shocked still... silence fills the arena.

Jack is filled with rage, her punch was good butHe will Not let her Land another one, not on him.Not on Jack Hanma.

She watches him closely, her hands are in her pockets still, Jack normaly doesn't do the first move but this makes him so angry, so Furious.

he swings back and throws his fist in herdirection again, she does a step back making him miss and as He moves back up from the missed Punch, she balls up her fist and punches him right in the face, spitting out blood and blood flushing down his nose as He falls to the Ground

How, Just how, everyone is in shock Not understanding how that little, Normal Woman can struck down a man Like Jack..she must be cheating or in medics like He was! Something is wrong! She's betraying for sure! The crowd get's Furious because they don't understand and hate is Building up in them

She walks over to Jack, keeping her eyes on himas she kneels down next to him, silence again spreads in the arena, she has her hand on his cheek.. She's caressing him! That betraying Woman is caressing Jack Hanma! ...a mistake of hers.

Jack turns as He feels the hand on his cheek,He pites her arm and throws her on the Ground blood splatters and rushes out of her arm, He bit down till the half of her Muscles...and stops

A silent scream and the Sound of cracking Bones spread out, she kicked him right in his ribs! His skin seems unharmed but his silent scream definitely Said otherwise, she grabs his head,twists him with his Body around and ends it With the grip of a nerve cord on the back of his neck

Complete paralysis sets in and he is unable to move, he is awake and up but movement is impossible She then takes Humans carefully lays him down, slowly freeing his nerve and stands up, the blood still rushing out of her arm

" the fight is over. " She says still Looking at Jack then she turns to Tokugawa " He is unable to Continue."

It wasn't Baki He worried about, He knows very well that He can Take Care of himself.. it's Nija, who He worries or let's say who he's interested about, she did catch his attention, the Attention of the others too but, his the most

His henchman Kizaki, a friend of His father and only person that knows Hanayama the best,does as he's told, never would He dare to ignore a command of his boss so He follows Baki and with him Nija..

"that was interesting" says Baki as she enters Nijas changing room

" was it?." She grabs a little towel and gently pats her face with it

Baki nods with a little smile on his face " but, you know that you will receive a guest soon, you beat a hanma after all" He says leaning on the door frame

"you're talking about your father don't you? Yes, i know that He will come at me"

He nods "but not to fight you, He either blesses,you,gossips about Jack with you or..i don't know.. he's an asshole and all but i don't think be will fight a woman, or insult her"

"but He rapes them." She looks over her shoulder at back with cold eyes and her face frowned a little

Baki sighs and nods to her words then looks at her "so...Nija it is-"

"you are taken Young hanma, don't forget that" she interrupts him

he was surprised by this, a Woman like her could easily ignore the fact of a man beeing taken,she could have him anyway the man would probably even leave his girl Voluntarily would He realize her interest in him

" i am" He kicks his feet "and i plan on staying that." His Tone get's rougher and a little darker

She chuckles " you're great Baki, you don't have to worry.." she turns to him " i do Not ever want to fight or challenge you, i May have Not tried but i know that i would barrely, or Not at all survive it" she puts the towel away and goes to him "So why don't we make peace? And.. don't fight against eachother?" She holds her hand out to him for a Handshake

He doesn't need to think long and grabs her hand "i think That's a good idea" He looks at her with a little smile and so does she, Baki then turns and leaves the changing room...

Being at peace with Baki...is better than having him as an enemy.

#reader #character #character x reader #story #baki #kaoru hanayama #baki hanma #gouki shibukawa #doppo Orochi #katsumi orochi #kaiou retsu #Mitsunari Tokugawa

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chlix · 6 months

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skz as patrons at the library where i work

Genre: crack Synoposis: literally what it says on the tin lmao Members: OT8!! maknae line below the cut :)

Disclaimer in case my boss sees this that I love my job and almost all of our patrons <3 also none of these statements describe a specific person they’re just amalgamations of things we do and see every day

CHAN:

Mostly comes in to use our wifi/study rooms

Once asked us if we had a spare ethernet cable+hookup and we were all like ummmm we don’t really do that here?

Accumulated a $0.50 fine on his account and was extremely apologetic while paying it off like dude it’s okay it’s not that serious

Needs to print like 150 pages off of his laptop every single week and we feel bad for being annoyed because he’s really very nice about it*

Leaves ten minutes before closing <333

*this is annoying because printing off your own laptop means we have to leave our desk and go get your papers from the wireless printer the back office, whereas if you printed from the library computers you could get it yourself from the public printers

MINHO:

Runs a whole-ass business out of our meeting rooms

Like seriously shouldn’t you have an office space or a building for this….but no he checks out the same room key almost every day like clockwork

Actually doesn’t even live in our township but pays the PLAC fee because he likes our facilities better

Every time he tries to speak to us at the desk and it echoes he goes, “Wow sound really travels in here doesn’t it?”

When you ask him for his name for the financial records he jokingly refuses to tell you because “You should know who I am by now”

CHANGBIN:

Constantly forgets that he has to check out items that are on the holds shelf before leaving

It's such an issue like we've marked more than ten books as missing/lost but it turns out he just took them and left

Regularly attends the adult programming, like book clubs and mental health information sessions, always thanks the presenter for their time <3

Uses the library as Google, will call us and ask “Where’s the cheapest gas station close to where I am?” like sir where are you????

Has a punch card for the coffee machine and will stand around and make small talk while the coffee brews

HYUNJIN:

Gets so unbelievably embarrassed to come up to the desk for any reason as we’re going to verbally berate him for asking us a question

Bitches about every fine no matter how small, will ask for a manager over $0.75.

Seriously he does not like owing money. He got a book wet one time on vacation and paid for it as passive-aggressively as possible

“I’m telling you that the person before me must have done that because I would never treat a book that way, I treat all my books well and I’m one of the most frequent users of the library” like ok sir that'll be $27.99

One of those people that finds weeding atrocious and hates when he sees damaged books in the trash

Constantly complains about how the classics section lacks diversity (he’s right but us circ assistants can’t do anything about it)

JISUNG:

Has about a hundred books checked out on his account and can never remember which ones are next

He has a phone plan with a weird provider so we can’t text him notices and even though we explain this several times he constantly complains that he doesn’t get notices by text

Tries to pay his fines off with Apple Pay and can’t understand why we, a library using a cash register from 2007, do not take Apple Pay

Once used a website that made the computer set off a LOUD ASS ALARM for being a “forbidden or unsafe network” and we were all like what the hell did you do like even porn doesn’t set off an alarm????

Always asks to “use the bathroom really quick” after we’ve officially closed and forces us to stay an extra 20 minutes because we can’t shut anything down until the building is empty

FELIX:

Never actually reserves a meeting room but will always come to the front desk and ask if there’s one available and will be SHOCKED if we’re booked straight through for the day

Regularly brings in books for donation and when he pays fines in cash he always hands us a $20 and says to keep the change <3

Notices every minute change to the layout like “Why are the atlases no longer at the front of nonfiction?” and we’re like when was the last time you even checked out an atlas

Gets embarrassed if a book he wants is in the teen or children’s section and asks us to go get it for him

Can never connect to Libby because he keeps forgetting his PIN number so he calls us to reset it like once a month

SEUNGMIN:

Checks out a TON of DVDs. Treats this place like Netflix fr

Will request we get a movie that’s currently in theaters and we’re like “It’s not even out on disc yet so we literally can’t buy it”

Prefers to hand all his returns to a desk person and watch us check them in while he’s there instead of putting them in the return so he can "make sure" he doesn't get any fines

Asks us why mysteries are shelved separately from all the other books because it’s confusing as to what is and isn’t a mystery (we have no clue either)

Likes picking books off the cart while you’re shelving because they're "peer reviewed" and "probably better than what's on the shelves"

JEONGIN:

Constantly forgets his library card and is forced to come up to the desk so we can check his books out

Does not understand the difference between librarians and circulation assistants and so is always asking circ assistants do work that only librarians can do

“What do you mean you’re not a librarian? Isn’t everyone who works in a library a librarian?”

Thinks literally everything is going to get him banned from the library as if you'd get banned from the library for...using the services we offer?

Got anxious when we entered the room with a giant mallet after he reported one of the tables was stuck and we had to explain we were not going to attack him and we use the mallet to fix stuck tables

Walks away with room keys sometimes and returns them like 30 minutes before we close in an absolute PANIC

#this is the pinnacle of posts that are only funny to me #skz crack #incorrect skz #skz headcanons #skz imagines #bang chan headcanons #lee felix headcanons #lee minho headcanons #seo changbin headcanons #yang jeongin headcanons #hwang hyunjin headcanons #kim seungmin headcanons #han jisung headcanons

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softtdaisy · 2 years

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SATISFIED

DESCRIPTION I falling for peter is easy. letting him go when your sister fall in love with him too is harder.

PAIRING I tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader

WORD COUNT I 3,4k

A/N I i quite like this story??? i was listening to hamilton soundtrack and satisfied has always been my favorite song so i thought why no write something around that?

WARNING I mention of sex, mention of an agression at the beginning

You went through hard times in your life. But nothing could ever beat watching the man you love getting married to your little sister.

You were on your first year of nursing school when you met Peter Parker. It was a night you could never forget, no matter how hard you tried.

During that year, you had taken a small apartment to be closer to your school. Meaning, you also had to get a part-time job to pay the rent. This explained why you were out at 11 p.m. on a Tuesday night, still wearing your waitress suit. You loved the dinner you were working at. You loved less how the customers could be so mean.

You were so absorbed by your phone, telling your little sister about the stupid customer that throw his beer at you, that you didn’t notice the man in front of you. Even if he was the guy, you were actually writing your text about. It was so dark that it wasn’t until you bumped into him that you realized you were not alone in the street.

“Shit, I’m so…oh.” You didn’t finish your sentence. You couldn’t after meeting those dark eyes. If a look could kill, your family would already be preparing your funeral. The grin on his face immediately told you that you were in a bad situation. You tried to escape it, “sorry, I’ll just…” but before you took a step forward, the man grabbed your wrist. So hard that his ring skinned you.

“I don’t think so, baby.” So, you were getting assaulted in the street simply because you had a big mouth?

When you tried to explain to your attacker and his friends that there were no fries anymore since the dinner was closing in a few minutes, they laughed. “Go make them yourself honey, that’s what you do as a woman, no?” Your mother always taught you that no man in the world had the right to treat you like shit. You thought she meant men that you were dating, which explained some of your breakups. But you learnt pretty early in life that she meant every single man.

“I don’t know, if we are on the cliché, does that mean that you’re good at…nothing?” You asked with a little smile. You weren’t surprised he didn’t appreciate your remark. You didn’t think he would throw his beer at you and start listing every single insult he knew. Before he got to start his list a third time, your boss evicted him. Something that, apparently, he didn’t appreciate either.

“You think I’m good at nothing, right?” you didn’t say anything. You were trying to think of a way to run away but as long as he was holding you, you wouldn’t be able to go anywhere. Not even a good punch in his balls would be enough. “Let me show you how wrong you are.” You knew where this was leading. Just the thought of it made you shiver. You closed your eyes instinctively, hoping that it would change something.

Somehow, it did.

Suddenly, the pressure on your wrist disappeared. And just did the man. You opened your eyes, trying to understand what was going on. It didn’t take you long to notice the red and blue suit next to you. “What makes you think you can mess with a single woman in the street dude? That’s not cool!”

You were torn between different feelings: being relieved that someone rescued you, being surprised to see Spider-man in front of you and being quite disappointing that you couldn’t save yourself alone. But that last one quickly disappeared when you remembered that were poor chances that you would be able to do that. So, you just stand there, watching Spidey taking care of that stupid man.

“Say you’re sorry.” He repeated every time, shooting a web somewhere on your assailant body to glue him to the wall every time he refused to apologize. Soon, you couldn’t see his body except for his face. Ugh, that stupid face. “Last chance buddy.” Spiderman’s hand was just in front of his mouth, ready to shut him up for good. You vaguely heard a sorry and when Spidey turned to you to see if it was good for you, you nodded. “I’m proud of you. You’re going to do great things big boy!” was the last thing you heard before Spiderman started going away.

You weren’t so sure about what happened.

So, you decided to follow Spiderman to make sure you didn’t dream.

You didn’t think you would be able to catch him. He was literally flying between building while you were running on the ground. But then you saw him, between two building in an empty hallway. That wasn’t even the most surprising part.

It was the fact he had taken off his mask. And you could perfectly see his beautiful face.

You leant against the wall, looking at the boy who was still clueless of your presence. Apparently, before he went to save you, he was on another case. Because there was no way he hurt himself playing with your assailant and he was clearly bleeding right now. “Maybe I should treat you to thank you for your service.” you sounded flirtier than you wanted. But facing this man, it was difficult not to try something.

Peter immediately jumped and grabbed his mask. Nobody was supposed to see his face. “I don’t know you, bug boy. I’m not going to say anything.” For some reason, he trusted you. He let you approach him and touched his arm with so much softness that he kind of wish you would never stop touching him.

At least you didn’t for the whole night. When you offered Peter to go to your place so you could deal with his wound, he didn’t hesitate. It was like he needed you, a distraction from this crazy life. You seemed attracted to him, which was new for single Peter. And from the moment he put his eyes on you in the street, he wanted to kiss you. There was something magnetic about you.

It was easily one of the best nights you ever had with a man. Maybe it was the way you knew nothing about each other and how eager you were to scream this man name when he was going inside you. Just like Peter could kill to know what to moan when your mouth went down on him.

Or maybe it was what Peter told you after another round. “You’re not a satisfied woman.” He was kissing your stomach slowly and felt your laugh against his mouth. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve never been satisfied. I need more from life. You seem just like me. You’re not satisfied either.” For some reason, that made sense. You always felt like you were a spectator of your life rather than the main character. You never met anybody who managed to make you change that. You found it weird how Spider-man could feel like that. Maybe love meant more to him than you thought.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later than you met Peter again. For real, this time.

The hospital you were doing your internship in was hosting a sort of charity gala. Of course, you were invited and asked your little sister to come with you. Even if you were a happy loner, you hated being alone in those type of event.

Maybe you shouldn’t have brought her.

You immediately noticed Peter when he arrived there. He looked stunning, wearing a navy-blue shirt with a black pant. He looked kind of lost, and it was like your feet decided for you to go see him. Before you even notice, you were in front of him. “Nice to see you again, bug boy.”

Peter never thought he would see you again. He kept thinking about you, he even thought about going back to your place. But then he accepted that this night was just one perfect night. So, it was like a miracle for you to appear in front of his eyes like this. You looked like an angel. “I prefer Peter in public, it’s more discreet.”

“Then I guess you can call me [y/n]. But that doesn’t tell me what you’re doing here.” If Peter had a hard time talking with other people, he felt like an open book with you. You knew already a lot with his secret life, so it wasn’t like he could hide anything more. He talked to you about May, who you already knew. “She’s the best here! She’s like a second mom.” It made so much sense for you to get along with May. Like it was meant to be.

“I’m here with my sister…” you turned around to show her to Peter. And it struck you immediately.

You knew her perfectly. You were only a year older, so you were almost the same person. Every expression, every sound, every little thing she could do you knew what it meant. The look she was giving Peter told you everything: she had a love at first sight. How could you blame her?

From a young age, you promised you would always put your sister’s happiness first. For some reason, you thought she deserved more. You didn’t hesitate a single second and wave to her to come. “Peter, meet my sister Gwen.”

You left them alone to talk, which they did all night. At some point you caught looks from Peter, but you couldn’t do anything. Not after Gwen came to you when Peter was talking with May and thanked you for introducing each other. “He is amazing!” she sounded so happy and excited about this new thing that you had to let it all go.

Peter was hers now.

When Peter and Gwen started dating, you were avoiding them at first. Each time you were catching a glimpse of their love, you were suffering from falling for him. You never noticed how much you loved Peter until you wished he was kissing you instead of her. And you hated yourself for being jealous of your little sister. So you would rather not see them.

They had dated for a whole year before Gwen had to leave for England. When she had doubts about leaving, you convinced her that she had to put herself first. And the fact Peter had the same speech was helping. She would be away for a few months. This explained why she decided to take a break from her relationship with Peter, letting each other have fun individually. “Keep an eye on him” she told you at the airport. If only she knew how right she was…

Only a few weeks after she left, you saw Peter again. He came at your place at midnight, bleeding terribly. “Oh my god,” was the only thing you could say. It was until you started treating him that you realized the situation.

You forgot about your feelings, about how much you hated him for loving him so much. How much you hated yourself for letting these feelings grew. How sometimes, at night, you even hated on Gwen for loving him. How much you hated the universe for not letting you be the main character of your own life.

Or how good it felt to be close to Peter again.

“You shouldn’t be there…” you whispered, cleaning his wounds. You tried to focus on it to not think about Peter’s eyes on you. He was suffering like hell but he couldn’t stop looking at you. How perfect you looked, still like an angel that was saving his life one more time. Not that he was at death risk. But it felt like when he was with you, he was seeing colors he couldn’t notice with anyone else.

Peter slowly put his hand on your face to lift it up and force you to look at him. “I know” he was slowly closing the gap between your two faces to the point you could feel his breath against your lips. “But being wrong never felt more right…” he gave you one last look before kissing you.

For the first few seconds it was slow and sweet, like you were discovering each other again. Your hand got lost in his messy hair while his own hand slid on your neck to hold you. And then it changed. You sat on his laps, humping against his thighs. You were soon naked in front of him, letting his hands travel on your body. His kisses were like a fire that was burning your whole body. You almost wished you could have marks from this to remember this night.

To punish you for doing this with Peter.

“You’re killing me…” you moaned against Peter’s lips after he had finished inside you and left your body. You wanted more. You wanted this to never end. You wanted to feel his shaking fingers traveling all along your thighs forever. You wished you could record his little tired after sex laugh, the way his voice was broken could end you so easily. You watched him climb over your body one more time. “Let’s die together then.”

And you did. For weeks.

You didn’t feel very guilty about the whole situation. You knew Gwen was seeing other guys in England, enjoying her trip there as she should. And Peter knew too, otherwise he would never have invited himself in your bed.

But the day Gwen called you when Peter was at your place, you felt like a child who did a something bad. It felt like she knew. The more she was talking to you about everything she was doing there, the more you were looking at Peter sleeping next to you. You never felt worse about yourself. When she asked you if you had seen him, you shed a single tear. “No, I haven’t.”

When Peter woke up, you were already dressed. “You have to leave.” Was the only thing you told him before leaving the bedroom. Of course, he followed you, putting on his boxer to not argue naked. “What do you mean I have to leave?”

“We can’t do that, that’s not right!” you couldn’t even look at him because you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist. His tired face, his pouty pinky lips that are only asking to be kissed, his chest full of his scratches… A body full of evidences of your endless passionate night.

“That’s not what you were saying last night when you were on your knees.” He snapped. No matter how bad Peter knew this whole situation was, he never thought it would end like this. He imagined you would slow down as Gwen’s comeback was approaching. Not that you would freak out one morning, out of nowhere. Or what was out of nowhere for him.

“That’s not right for Gwen. She loves you, Peter.”

“And you don’t?”

You turned around to look at him. You knew exactly what he was excepting from you. What he excepted from the first night. To be honest with yourself. To put yourself first for once.

It was like two paths opened in front of your eyes. You could only follow one. And there would be no turning back. Either you admit your feelings for Peter. Or you let your sister be happy with the man she loved. Both were incompatible. Who deserved happiness? Who was going to suffer?

You knew the answer. You always did.

“No.” you simply said before going to the bathroom. You selfishly locked yourself there to avoid him. You silently started to cry while listening to Peter packing his stuff. If you were stronger, you would run to him and kiss him. Tell him how much your life is better when he is around. But you were not. You were simply a pawn in your little sister’s happiness. You promised your father you would take care of your family after he died. This meant that you would do everything to make Gwen life better. Even sacrifice your own.

You knew that Gwen would have done the same. If you had told her how much you loved Peter, she would let you date him. Without a single hesitation. That was how good she was. But it wasn’t her role. You were the big sister. You had to put her happiness first.

“I respect your choice.” You heard Peter said on the other side of the door. “But I was right. You will never be satisfied.”

When Gwen came back, they started dating again. It made perfect sense. That was what you thought. That was what Gwen kept saying too. That they were meant to be and thanks to you they got to meet. You were their own Cupid.

That was the nickname Gwen gave you at their engagement party.

And there you were today. Being Gwen’s maid of honor and witness at her wedding with Peter.

She was the most beautiful bride you had ever seen in your life. She looked like a pure angel. You put your hands on her shoulder, looking at the both of you in the mirror. “I can’t believe you’re getting married.” You were about to cry, again. She was your baby sister, the one you were taking care of when she was younger. And now she was an adult.

“Trust me, you’ll get there one day too.” You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Not my plan sweetie.” It wasn’t, but mostly because the only man you’d love to marry was already taken.

You’ve seen other people since your last time with Peter. But none of them made you feel like he did. You hated to admit he was right: you couldn’t be satisfied if it wasn’t with him. If you accepted that it might be true, you still hadn’t found the strength to look for someone who will never be the one.

“Peter asks if you can come see him.” She suddenly told you. Since they couldn’t see each other, they were texting all the time. You found it cute, especially because Gwen was glowing every time, she was getting a text from him. You didn’t say anything and changed rooms to meet Peter.

Saying he was handsome would be an understatement. He looked even better than you could have imagined to the point you were breathless in front of him for a few seconds. “What can I do for you?” you coldly asked. You were not in good terms, no matter how hard you both tried. You could still notice the way he was looking at you sometimes and you wished you could tell him off. But that would be pretty hypocritical considering you were looking at him just the same.

“I wanted to make sure everything was good between us.” You could tell how insecure he was about this meeting. His voice was shaking, just like his hands that he was playing with. You were both on a side of the room, like you couldn’t be too close without letting yourself be tempted to kiss each other. Or do even worse things. “’course” you replied, already ready to leave the room.

“I should have fought for you.”

His words echoed in the room. In your head too. It was as the world stopped and you almost accepted it. Thinking that maybe you could have him one last time before letting him go for good. But like it was planned, you heard Gwen’s laugh from the other room. You never had him in the first hand. It was too late to pretend you could get him back.

“No.” you turned to look at Peter. It felt just like the last time. A simple word breaking everything again. But you were stronger. You knew now that you would never be the starring role in your life or in Peter’s. “Gwen loves you. She would give her life for you. And I know you would do the same for her. What we had was…great, but not worth fighting for. She deserved to be happy. So please…please Peter, make her happy.”

You noticed Peter’s expression at each step bringing you closer to him. It was cold, almost lifeless. You slowly put a hand against his cheek and brushed it with tenderness. It would be the last time you would let yourself do that. After today, Peter will be nothing more than your sister’s husband. No more Spidey, no more bug boy, no more passionate lover. Just Peter.

You let yourself caress his lips one last time with your fingertips. He kissed it slowly and you felt it deep in your body. Maybe that was why your voice broke before you address him three last words.

“Make her satisfied.”

#peter parker #tasm!Peter Parker x reader #Peter Parker x reader #Peter Parker x you #tasm!peter x y/n #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!Peter Parker imagine #tasm!Peter Parker x y/n #Peter Parker imagine #Peter Parker x y/n #Peter Parker angst #tasm!Peter Parker angst #the amazing spider man imagine #andrew garfield #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield x you #andrew garfield imagine #my writing

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forgotten-daydreamer · 1 year

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MY TWO CENTS ON FUGO FROM "VENTO AUREO"

Some don't understand that the anime objectively did the best thing by changing Fugo's backstory and that him leaving was actually perfect, and it makes me wonder if these people understand anything at all when it comes to JJBA and human experiences. Let me elaborate.

First of all, for those who don't know, in the manga Fugo's backstory is different: his professor never harassed him there. Other changes were made, but let me focus on this one.

This change was made by Araki himself, as you can see here:

Araki had a lot of trouble with the character of Fugo, not only with his backstory, but generally when it came to handling him:

No, this doesn't mean I think Araki hated Fugo. I actually think he loved him so much that he wanted everything about him to be perfect. And perfection is hard to achieve.

Araki changed Fugo's backstory in the anime so that he could have more justice and so that his stand could make even more sense [I'll talk about that in a moment], and he spared him from becoming an evil traitor because it would've been both pointless and cruel towards Fugo himself.

Now, the main reason why I'm writing this, is because online many say that the change makes no sense, that the manga's backstory is better. I, just like Araki, don't think so.

Let's focus on the implications of his stand for a second: Purple Haze is a close-range stand, which is important to prove my point. On its hands, we can see little spheres that, when broken due to Purple Haze throwing punches, release a deadly virus with the ability to kill every being within five meters, in only thirty seconds. Pretty badass, but also, so, so meaningful.

A reminder before I go on: stands are the personifications of someone's spiritual energy. So the stand is the manifestation of the user's inner self.

In the anime, Fugo, as a teen, was raped by his professor, and beat the man to pieces when he tried to sexually harass him: it'd already happened at least once, from what we know from their brief exchange. Also, it's unclear whether the professor had raped Fugo or had "simply" sexually harassed him the first time, but he can be seen taking his belt off in the flashback shortly before being attacked, so I believe that yes, indeed, the professor was aiming to rape Fugo again in that scene.

The professor, by doing so, violates Fugo's personal space. So do his parents by constantly being on their son's back.

Fugo's often described as "violent", but he really isn't, not unless he is openly provoked and/or threatened. He's never attacked the innocent, after all. Not only that, but he's also self-conscious about his stand, he's aware that its power is dangerous.

Let's not forget, Purple Haze doesn't harm what's not in its proximity. Purple Haze only attacks what's in its space, which means, what's in its user's space. Same goes for his user who - were he a violent man like some say - would attack anyone on sight.

And that's it. Fugo's inner self longs for space and quiet, as easy as that. He's not violent when his personal space isn't invaded - both physically and mentally speaking. Fugo never attacks unless he's openly threatened and sees no other way out. Purple Haze symbolises Fugo's desperate need to be left alone, out of trouble, unbothered. Purple Haze makes the threats go silent and still by killing them, and silence and stillness are all Fugo strives for. That's also why he doesn't want to "go against the rules" to defeat the Boss.

For someone with such trauma, with such a complex psyche and possibly BPD [I have it and I believe he does too, but that's not canon, it's just a theory] sticking to the status quo is comforting, it makes him feel safe, grounded. BPD often causes a rapid shift in the perception of both oneself and others, so his sudden change of heart towards Giorno's plan is absolutely justified and has a logic explanation, unlike most people think. BPD, sadly, undermines most humans relationships.

Purple Haze, much like Fugo, isn't evil nor inherently violent. Sure, the man didn't have to stick a fork into Narancia's face for a silly joke, but again, Fugo didn't even perceive it as such - which makes me believe that my BPD theory is right - just like Narancia didn't think that a wrong math problem would've elicited such an explosive reaction.

A traumatized man, whose stand embodies his fear of emotional and physical contact, sees the few people he trusts making what he believes to be the scariest, most irrational decision, determined to go against the status quo. The life of emotional stability that Fugo had slowly started to rebuild after joining the gang is quite literally shattered before his eyes, and yet, he never betrays his friends.

Fugo's behaviour makes much more sense with the changes introduced in the anime, and him leaving was the perfect epilogue for him, in my honest opinion.

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