So I just finished MLT on Ao3 and how did I miss that fic!? I can only assume I was in a tumblr slump at the time but WOW, that was breathtaking.
It's been a while since I absolutely devoured a story like that, my partner even came in to ask if I wanted dinner and I just HUMMED at him. Didn't even realise until I went to speak to him and he was like "Good book I take it?"
The attention to detail and RESEARCH that went into this story was just top-notch and I love how you managed to capture a happy ending whilst keeping the piece period accurate.
- Luna
(I would comment on Ao3 but I prefer Tumblr most of the time when it comes to interacting; old habits die hard haha)
hello luna 😭😭😭 thank you so much for this sweet note omfg i can't believe you were so enthralled with the story AHHHHHH i am so so touched and appreciate you taking the time to leave me this kindness 💗💗💗💗 the research was sooo fun even though it was difficult at times hahah. same i love tumblr's interactive function so much more than ao3!
I need to see what you do with number 32. (Yoongi preferred but will settle for Taehyung)
pairing: Min Yoongi x reader (no pronouns or gender mentioned)
word count: 1010
genre: angst
au: roommates
prompt: "congratulations on being stupid"
warnings: swearing, arguing, slight ableist language (stupid, idiot), yoongi has made reader feel small
a/n: again, i am so so sorry this took long! this is unedited!! i hope you like it! thank you so much for requesting this! i appreciate you so much!!!
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“Congratulations on being stupid,” he says the words cutting through the silence of the apartment echoed with the latching of the door as he closes it behind him.
You’re kicking off your shoes when he says it and you turn to him quickly.
“What did you just say?” you ask as you cross your arms.
“I said congratulations on being stupid,” he repeats, punctuating each of the last four words with a step toward you until he’s toeing off his shoes and walking past you into the apartment you share.
He’s heading to his room when you cut him off with a few simple words slammed together in a perfectly angry sentence.
“You’re an asshole.”
He turns just in time to see you shake your head and walk into the kitchen. You should walk past him on the way to your bedroom and just hide out. The whole evening has been a disaster and you can’t stand being around him right now. You both know that you should separate and cool off so that you can talk things through when you’re calm and collected.
You’re grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge when he walks into the small room behind you, leaning against the doorway blocking your way.
“Move,” you say, eyes locked on his.
He shakes his head.
You roll your eyes.
“Really? You embarrassed me in front of our friends and now you’re going to make me stay here with you?” you ask, the hurt that you’ve been holding in your chest finally showing through your eyes.
“What?” he asks, his expression changing to be one of shock.
You laugh a hollow laugh, “you can be that fucking thick to think that what you said about…” you shake your head and step toward him. He puts his arm up stopping you completely. “Seriously? I don’t want to be around you right now, let me go.”
He stares at you and you shake your head as if to say what?!
“I want to know what I said,” he says, his voice deep and hard.
“Use that genius brain of yours and think about what you might have said to hurt and embarrass me,” you say, your voice full of hurt and contempt.
He is thinking about what he might have said to upset you and you watch his arm go slack, taking your opportunity to slip past him and out into the living room.
“The thing about the garden?” he asks, turning to you. “Aren’t you being a little sensitive about it?”
Your eyebrows shoot up and your throat feels suddenly tight like there’s a strap around your vocal cords.
“Fuck you, Yoongi!” you say a little louder than you intend.
“What?!” he asks, matching your volume. “It was a comment about how hard you’re trying.”
He doesn’t see what the point of this argument is. Doesn’t see that you’re thinking about how maybe you’ve made a mistake thinking about him the way you have been lately. He doesn’t see a lot of things and you want to cry. Maybe he really doesn’t see you.
“It was the way you said it! The condescending patronizing fucking tone you get when I pick up a new hobby that isn’t something you would be interested in. Oh wonderful and genius Yoongi who works so fucking hard and can’t imagine doing something as meaningless as knitting…or… or gardening,” you say, knowing that your tone could be seen as condescension.
You step further into the living room. You’re growing hotter, the heat of the argument and your lined jean jacket adding to the heat and weight on your shoulders.
“I don’t mean…” he starts but you cut him off.
“You made me feel horrible with the way that you said that tonight,” you’re too angry to notice how his face falls. “I am trying hard to keep those plants alive, I’m working hard at keeping myself busy so I don't lose everything during whatever is going on in my head. I’m working so hard and you just made me feel so fucking small.”
There are tears in your eyes. There shouldn’t be tears in your eyes. Why do you always cry when you get angry?
He steps forward but you put your hand up.
“I might be sensitive to this whole thing but it’s so hard to impress you and I was feeling so good about this. I’ve been researching plants, soil, how much water each seed should be getting, and buying new tools that I hope I will use past this season, and you just made me feel so…” you sigh and close your eyes. “Just leave me alone for a while.”
You walk past him and go to your room. You don’t take off your jacket. You don’t make it to your bed. The moment your door has closed behind you, you sit down on the carpet and lay down closing your eyes.
You don’t know how long your eyes are closed. You don’t sleep. You take deep breaths, letting your chest rise and fall in long lingering movements.
You’re finally calming down when there is a knock on your door.
“Yeah?” you say softly.
The door opens just a little. He stays in the doorway, not wanting to disrupt the energy you’ve created in your room.
“You do impress me,” he starts and you open your eyes just a little to see him. “I’m constantly impressed with you. I’m sorry I said it the way that I did. I wanted to tell them about how hard you’re working and I didn’t mean…” he pauses and takes a breath before continuing, “I’m sorry.”
You nod and wave him into the room. He sits down beside you and leans against the wall.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
There’s a silence between you for a moment.
“Can we talk about why you reacted the way you did?” he asks.
You shake your head. “Another time. I don’t want to get into it right now. I need some time,” you explain.
My specific assumption of you based on GYAT (I have no time to read fics dont yell at me. 🥺)
I think you are a super considerate person that makes a concious effort to include minority groups in her writing, even if the content doesn't specifically pertain to you and your personal experiences.
(I also think you like the idea semi-exhibitionist intimate relations. Like, can we get caught? EXCITING. But do you want to actually be caught? Probably not.)
OMFG NOOO DON'T WORRY ABOUT READING ALL THE REST. Fics are patient. They'll wait to be read 💜 Mine aren't going anywhere any time soon.
Ah, wow, that feels amazing to hear. There's a lot I'm still learning about providing inclusive environments, but there's an extent to which that work will never be done, and arguably shouldn't be. The labors involved in providing a safe and inclusive environment for anyone who may stumble across my fics is a worthwhile endeavor, but I know there are still things I can do to be better, and I'm always trying to see what I can do to get there. It's important. It's a worthy thing to do. Knowing/hearing that someone thinks I might be hitting that goal helps remind me that I'm on the right track, so thank you so much, Luna!
As for the semi-exhibitionist thing 👀 I've never been read for filth like this lmfao and in public too. If I say I think it's funny and I like it, does that only serve to confirm the assumption?? HA.
“give me an extremely specific assumption about me based on my fanfics <3”
To Reader in GYAT: Has being with Yoongi helped you manage your insecurities and vulnerabilities a little better? Having a good support system is so important to mental health, has he helped provide that for you?
Reader: Hello! Ah, this is a nice question as well, thank you for asking it. I think this has been really beneficial for both of us. For a while at the beginning, it felt like I was doing a lot of taking, and that I wasn't really giving back much into the relationship, but he helped me see that sometimes, relationships have that.
Yoongi: It's okay to need things, you know? We all need those reminders. Just because I've giving a lot right now, and you're taking, doesn't mean it's going to always be like that. I struggle with anxiety and depression from time to time, and when that happens, there'll probably be more taking than giving on my end.
Reader: Exactly. It's about being equitable, rather than equal. Sometimes we can't give it our all, but we can still support each other and have space and compassion for each other. It's taken me a while to remember that that's how relationships are supposed to be. We're both worth effort of holding space, it's just a matter of knowing when to hold it and support each other.
This ask is part of the Ask My Muse round for March 2022. Thank you for writing in!
Honestly, I am just fleshing out the plot at the moment so I can start actually writing, but it is coming along :D
(But also rune factory 5 came out yesterday and I am hooked, so it is a little slow going)
i love that part of the planning stage. literally anything can happen at that point! i am keeping my fingers crossed for you and please let me know how i can support you as you get closer to posting! this is all so exciting! <3
I got into reading fanfiction when I was in my teens, with shinee fanfiction (oop) I'm not entirely sure how I got into it, because that was a while ago?
I've been writing fics for a while as well. I think it was a natural progression from reading reading, especially since I have always been interested in creative writing ever since primary school. I've never posted my writing (because scary) but after talking with some new moots on Tumblr I'm going to bite the bullet and post one soon-ish. (if I can stop switching ideas)
we love an early kpop introduction!
as for starting to write and post your stories, can i just say, i am 100% behind you!! i was just thinking i feel like it's been a while since i saw a large influx of new writers to this blue hellsite and how i'm missing getting to read new writing! so. if you do decide to post (which you should! it'll be amazing!!!) please please tag me or drop the link by me when you do! what kinds of ideas are you throwing around?
how did you get into reading and or writing fanfic?
