#He actually has to study to keep up with him

[eggsaladstain]

anyways i just love the way kpop demon hunters stayed true to its roots in korean/asian culture, especially around the core theme of community vs individualism

the fact that it's not a single chosen one but a group of three

the fact that the honmoon is not powered by the hunters themselves but by the energy and love of the fans

the fact that gwi-ma turns people into demons by promising that he is the only one who can help them when he is in fact reliant on his army of demons to collect souls for him

the fact that "your idol" is about surrendering yourself to a single higher power while "golden" is about soaring to new heights together

the fact that gwi-ma preys on people's individual insecurities and shame to get inside their heads while rumi, mira, and zoey set them free in the end by encouraging them to embrace their differences and reminding them that they're not alone

the fact that you can see the audience cheering individually and even pushing into each other to get closer to the stage during "your idol"

while they're linking arms and cheering together and hugging during "what it feels like"

i have not seen the live action lilo and stitch but it feels like that movie sits on the opposite end of the spectrum from kpop demon hunters as a case study for how to tell a story in way that is culturally authentic and still resonates with a broader audience

and i think given that the core theme of the movie is all about community over individualism, the ending, particularly as it relates to rumi and jinu's budding romance, is really the perfect culmination of that broader theme

rumi and jinu's connection has all the hallmarks of that all-encompassing, all-consuming, borderline co-dependent first love where you keep your relationship a secret and sneak out of the house to meet up and feel like the other person is the ONLY person who really gets you

i'm the only one who can understand you, i'm the only one who will love you is the kind of thing that sounds romantic when you're 16 until you get older and realize how toxic it actually is and i love that the movie counters that in "what it feels like" with rumi realizing that she had that love and support all along from her girls, and later, from the fans who continue to cheer them on through their comeback

it's about connection and sisterhood and love and sharing your fears and lifting each other up and becoming stronger and better together

and as compelling as i found rumi/jinu and as much as i would like to see their relationship explored more in a sequel/series, i just really love that this movie, which is clearly targeted at young women, ends on the message that romantic love is not the end all be all, that friendship is just as important if not more so than a romantic partner, that single women can lead successful, fulfilling lives, that true happiness and freedom start from within

it's crazy that this message still seems revolutionary in 2025 but given the current state of the world, it feels more necessary than ever

[zeestarfishalien]

Okay yes absolutely true.

However my dad has actual viking blood somewhere back in our bloodline. We haven't done a DNA test dealio but he has this rare gene that was traced back to the vikings and is part of the reason why people thought the vikings were so terrifying.

Its a bodily response where the veins shrink away from the skin in response to danger. (Makes him really hard to draw blood from unless the nurse is fast and accurate).

Which like, if you get cut while raiding and then just keep going like nothing happened is really terrifying for whoever cut you bc "you should be bleeding out?!?!"

My dad only knows this because he happened to have a nurse one time whose life's work was studying this genetic mutation but was having a hard time finding enough people.

I cannot find the study for the life of me. Someone tag me if they find it.

Also, my dad isn't quite an IT guy but he is tall gentle teddy bear. Its also funny that women that don't know him will be like, "Oh i was scared to talk to you because you are intimidating" and then also there are women who straight up ask him to watch their bag while they go to the bathroom with no introduction and there is pretty much no in between.

Other fun fact, his veins are usually big and right on the surface so phlebotomists let down their guard and get surprised by them pulling their disappearing act.

It's funny how american guys who got "73% Scandinavian" in a mail order DNA test once will be like "I have Viking blood coursing through my veins, I'm a natural-born warrior and I've got +5 poison resistance and I'm immune to frost damage", while the average Norwegian guy is just some guy named Lars who works in IT, rides a bicycle to work, and looks like this.

[cayleeuhithinknott]

✿ — borderline . . . matt sturn

in which . . . you keep pretending you don’t want matt—but you keep showing up at his door anyway.

warnings . . . making out , slight dry humping , mutual pining (but only one actually admits to it) , not proofread

𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑹 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙈𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙉 𝙁𝙄𝘾 #10

you show up late. not that late, but late enough that matt opens the door looking half-asleep, hair tousled, hoodie sleeves pushed past his wrists like he’s been pacing. like he knew you’d come.

you stand in the doorway, unsure. jacket sleeves fisted in your hands. eyes darting anywhere but him. your lips part like you’re about to explain yourself—why you’re here, why now—but nothing comes out.

matt leans on the doorframe, tilts his head just a little. “you lost?”

he says it casually, but his voice is lower than usual. heavier. your stomach flips.

“no,” you say softly, barely audible.

“then come in.”

you do.

the door clicks shut behind you, and it feels louder than it should. like it seals the night in place.

you don’t look at him, but you can feel his eyes on you—like he’s reading your every twitch, your hesitation, the way you cross and uncross your arms. you sit on the edge of the couch. he doesn’t sit right away. he just watches.

you’ve been doing this dance for weeks. pretending you don’t want him. brushing him off. giving him nothing but sideways glances and careful space.

he never pushed.

but he’s never walked away either.

“you gonna tell me what you’re doing here?” he asks finally.

you look down at your hands. they’re shaking. you hate that he can probably tell.

“i don’t know,” you mumble.

matt walks over, slow and quiet. he crouches in front of you, arms resting loosely on his knees. when he speaks again, his voice is softer. “you sure?”

you blink down at him, heart pounding.

“you always act like you don’t want this,” he says, and it’s not accusing. it’s not bitter. just true. “but you show up. every time.”

you swallow hard.

he’s so close now. and still not touching you.

“i’m not playing games,” he says, voice dipping lower. “i know what i want.”

you nod, barely.

his eyes flick to your mouth, then back to your eyes. “and i think you do too.”

you don’t answer. you don’t have to. the way you’re leaning into him now says everything.

his hand lifts slowly, fingers brushing your knee first—just a light touch, barely there. then up, tracing along your thigh over the fabric of your pants, pausing just before it gets bold enough to actually mean something.

he studies you carefully. no pressure. no rush. just watching the way your breath catches.

then, finally, his hand rises to your face, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear and letting his thumb rest just barely under your jaw. your eyes flutter.

“not gonna kiss you,” he murmurs. “not until you ask.”

and for a second, you want to.

you want to so badly your lips part on instinct, your eyes drop to his mouth, your whole body leans in without thinking.

but you stop.

you look down, chest rising too fast, like you need a second to hold yourself back.

matt just exhales. like he gets it. like he’s been here before—with you, exactly like this. because he has.

he stands, slow and sure, and this time when he sits next to you, his thigh presses against yours like he’s not letting you second-guess it. you don’t move away.

your eyes close for just a second—just to breathe, just to gather yourself. when they open again, he’s already watching you.

and this time…you kiss him.

no words. no hesitation. just lips pressing to his, soft and unsure at first, but real.

he doesn’t waste a second.

asshole. completely contradicting himself.

his hand slips behind your neck, pulling you in deeper. your hands curl in the front of his hoodie, gripping like you’ve wanted this longer than you’ll ever admit.

the kiss turns heavy fast—urgent, slow, open-mouthed. like he’s trying to memorize how you taste. like he’s trying to prove something.

his tongue brushes yours and you gasp against his mouth, and he groans—low and soft, like he wasn’t expecting you to give in like that.

you break away first, lips swollen, breathing shallow, forehead pressed to his.

“why haven’t you given up on me yet?” you whisper.

his voice is just as quiet. “because you always come back.”

you don’t answer. but your fingers tug at the hem of his hoodie, like you need to hold onto something before you fall apart. he kisses you again—slower this time, deeper—and shifts just enough to pull you into his lap.

you go willingly.

you straddle his thighs, settling there like you’ve done it a hundred times before. like you belong there. his hands slide up under the back of your shirt, palms warm and steady against your spine.

his hands stay respectful.

his mouth doesn’t.

he kisses you like he’s starving—lips everywhere, dragging down your jaw, then to your neck. he lingers there, right below your ear, his breath hot and uneven. he nips lightly, then soothes it with his tongue. you squirm.

he exhales, voice low and raspy against your skin. “you drive me insane.”

your fingers fist in the front of his hoodie, pulling him closer, needing something—anything—to ground you. the friction between your bodies builds with every breath, every shift of your hips against his. the fabric between you makes it worse. better.

your hips move on instinct, slow and tentative at first, and matt’s grip on your waist tightens like he’s trying not to lose it.

you bury your face in his neck. he smells like soap and weed and something warm that’s always been him. his hoodie rides up your back, and you let it. you don’t care anymore.

one of his hands slides down, gripping your thigh, then trailing back up again, fingers digging in just slightly. not too rough. not yet.

he breathes your name.

and you whisper his back, soft and desperate.

he pulls you in again, mouths meeting fast and messy, like neither of you can get enough now that it’s finally happening.

you lose track of time—minutes, maybe more—kissing like it’s all you know how to do. like if you stop, the moment will break.

and maybe it will.

but for now, it doesn’t.

you melt into him, lips parted, hearts racing, hands roaming in careful places that still feel too good.

you know you’re not ready to give him everything. not yet.

but you’re giving him something. letting him see the softest, rawest parts of you. letting him hold them without asking questions. without expectations. just need.

you’re not crossing the line tonight, but you’re not holding back either. you’re moving against him, gasping into his mouth, flushed and dizzy and weightless.

and when he kisses the corner of your lips—tender, reverent—you realize you’re not just toeing the edge anymore. you’re tangled in the tension. pressed to the heat. caught in the middle of wanting and waiting.

right at the borderline.

author’s note . . . this sucks and i’m sorry i keep being late but i didn’t prewrite these and i’ve been dealing with mental health stuff along with taking care of my beautiful awesome perfect amazing mother

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© cayleeuhithinknott

[ktownshizzle]

Love & Lullabies | Part 6

✎ ˎˊ˗ Pairing: Min Yoongi x female Reader ✎ ˎˊ˗ Summary: What begins as a simple favor for your best friend Namjoon soon pulls you into the rhythms of Yoongi’s life—afternoons spent caring for his son, late nights filled with candid conversations, and a connection neither of you thought you needed. You’re just fresh out of a long-term relationship with an ex who didn’t want a family with you, so did you really just stumble into a life you’ve always dreamed of? (Thank god Namjoon isn’t the only one who’s clumsy.) ✎ ˎˊ˗ Alternatively: It’s 2025 and BTS is prepping for their comeback. All members seem to have gained muscle weight from their time at camp. But Min Yoongi has gained a different kind of weight—an 8-pound baby and a fuck-load of responsibility. (Thank god you’re there to help him.) ✎ ˎˊ˗ Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, idol!au, Acquaintances to Lovers, Reader is Namjoon’s bestie ✎ ˎˊ˗ Warnings: Yoongi is a DILF (!!!) That’s it. ✎ ˎˊ˗ Chapter warnings: THIS IS SOFTTT YO, these two belong together <3, BUT Is Yoongi bout to fumble MC (he’s still such a guy), Sung Kyung in her villain era, mention of pornography, reunion with a precious lil someone, not betaread (I don't have an L&L beta, so…), implied sex, includes fake tumblr/discord usernames—any likeness to real moots is purely coincidental lol pls dont at me 👀 ✎ ˎˊ˗ Word count: 3.8k ✎ ˎˊ˗ Posting date: June 26, 2025 ✎ ˎˊ˗ Notes: Oh hi there! I guess some of you thought with how Part 5 ended that it was the last chapter. Well somehow, it’s not! As always, I keep clowning myself with how L&L is going to go. It’s all just vibes at this point. Consider this the beginning of the next Act if you will. This is inspired by an ask/prompt sent by @yoongznme. And thank you, Yoongi, for teaching and playing music for kids with autism. You inspire me everyday in every way.

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

You’ve only got one hand free—your other is balancing a box of those orange pastries Yoongi won’t shut up about, so you reach for the keypad to his apartment, thumb tapping the code you now know by heart: Haneul’s birthday.

But the second you swing the door open, you freeze.

Standing in the entryway, pulling a sleek beige coat over her shoulders, is none other than Lee Sung Kyung.

“Oh,” she says, blinking, brows lifting ever so slightly. “Hi.”

You take in the scene: her boots by the door, a cup half-full on the counter. It’s not that scandalous, not exactly, but it sure as hell isn’t nothing, either.

You tilt your head, offering a polite smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “Hi.”

“I know you. You’re the temp nanny, no? My son isn’t here, though.”

Oh wow. So that’s how she’s playing this.

You take a second, studying her face. Her expression is neutral, but her lips are just a little too tight. You have a feeling she knows exactly who you are. This isn’t ignorance. It’s a power play. A test.

Calculating your next move, you poke your tongue against the inside of your cheek—a habit you unknowingly picked up from Yoongi.

Speak of the devil. Behind her, Yoongi appears from the hallway, brows raised in alarm like he’s already running a thousand calculations on how catastrophic this looks. “You’re early,” he says to you, and then, to Sung Kyung, “I thought you were already gone.”

“I was just leaving,” she says airily, turning to glance over her shoulder. “But I couldn’t stop myself from tidying up our son’s room. His toys are all over the place.”

It isn’t. And you know it.

“Didn’t realize you were expecting company,” she jabs.

“Didn’t think I needed an appointment,” you counter, lifting the box slightly. “Brought your favorite,” you say to Yoongi, keeping your voice steady.

“Oh, but his actual favorites are the lemon tarts from Tartine?”

Ah. So she really wants to do this.

“Well,” you smile sugary, tilting your head, “you’ve been gone a while, haven’t you? He has a new favorite now.”

Sung Kyung mirrors your smile—tight, polished, and laced with something sharp.

You know Yoongi knows a cat fight is in his midst, and it would be in everyone's best interest that he does something, anything. He runs a hand over his hair, gripping his scalp tight, clearly dying inside. “Okay,” he mutters, eyes flicking between you and her. “Time to wrap this up.”

“But you haven’t even properly introduced us.” Sung Kyung grins and it’s fake as fuck. She turns to you again, not waiting on Yoongi to make the intro. “I'm Sung Kyung, Haneul’s mom, but you already knew that.”

“Y/N, Haneul’s teacher.” You let the silence stretch just a beat too long before adding:

“And Yoongi’s girlfriend… in case you didn’t know.”

There it is—a micro-flinch. Just the tiniest tick in her jaw. But it’s enough.

“Nice to meet you,” she lies, her smile stretched just a little too tight.

“Likewise,” you reply, voice honeyed. You don’t follow her with your eyes, but you do listen for the satisfying whirr of the front door locking shut.

As soon as it clicks, Yoongi groans, dragging a hand through his hair. 

“Damn, why are you so useless, bro?” you deadpan as you eye your useless boyfriend. You walk to the kitchen counter and place the box of pastries on the marble slab.

“Knew you could handle her. Wait, did you just call me bro?”

“Lucky I didn’t call you a dumbass.”

Yoongi’s at your side in an instant. “I didn’t know she was coming. I swear.”

You open the cupboard to get plates. He watches you carefully as he takes the plates from you, like he’s trying to figure out if he’s in trouble. He is, but, god that cute manbun atop his head is really doing something to you.

Because you’re too damn soft for him, you try a smile again, something less performative, as he puts the plates beside the pastry box. He suddenly pulls you into his chest, arms wrapping tightly around your waist. 

“I missed you,” he mumbles into your hair. It’s been days after all since you last saw each other.

You let the moment hang, let him get comfortable in your arms, rest his cheek on your shoulder, before you pull back just enough to look at him.

“Is that right,” you tease, voice unimpressed. “But weren’t you just playing house with your ex today?”

Yoongi immediately cups your face in his big, warm hands, squishing your cheeks such that your lips are pouting. “Baby. Sarang. I promise you I didn’t know she was coming. She dropped by to see Han. That’s it. I haven’t told her he’s in Daegu.” To top it off, he plants a kiss square on your jutting lips.

“Mhm.” You peel his palms away from your face to plate the orange danishes. “Looks like she enjoyed my silver moon tea?”

“I offered out of politeness…” he says. To his credit, he looks like he is immediately regretting this decision.

“Anything else that’s mine that she got to enjoy today?”

He groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Come on. Don’t do this. You know it’s not like that.”

“Oh, I know,” you say sweetly, stepping in closer, “but it’s kind of fun watching you shit yourself.”

His eyes narrow. “You’re evil.”

“I’m literally an angel,” you correct, referring to the box of pastries again. “See? Still brought you these. You’re actual favorite.”

“Not gonna lie,” he leans forward. “You being possessive and shit, is actually super hot.”

You eye him suspiciously. “Did you think we were gonna fight over you then suddenly make out? This ain't one of your pornos.” You smirk pushing his face away.

He chuckles heartily, shoulders bobbing like an asshole.

“You’re lucky I didn’t make you sweat more.”

“You are making me sweat,” he mutters. “My pits are soaked. Am I in trouble? Because I still don't know at this point.”

You remember Namjoon’s advice. He told you to take it easy on Yoongi, because of all the pressure he’s been under lately. Maybe you don’t know all of it. You know it’s hard on him, but you also need your answers. If you are to really be in a relationship with him, there should be trust, and there shouldn’t be any secrets, too.

“Look, baby,” you place your hands on his shoulders, the tension easing slightly as he exhales. “First of all, change your shirt, then we will enjoy our pastries with tea and we can talk about it.” You say the last part with a small shrug, your smugness from earlier dissipating naturally.

Yoongi blinks once, and before you know what’s happening he is tugging his tshirt up, torso naked, flushed and a little shiny from sweat. The smell of musk and pheromones fill your lungs stat and you almost jump his bones in the middle of his kitchen. Miraculously, you find the sense to stop yourself.

“That's not gonna work…” you say, even as your eyes dip to the waistband of his sweats towards that tiny trail of fuzz.

“Oh?” he asks, biting his bottom lip.

Your lips twitch. “Fine. Pastries first. Kisses after.” You lean up, just brushing your mouth against his before you push him towards the hallway.

Sunday mornings are glorious. Especially this one.

You’re trying to decide whether you want more coffee or another round in Yoongi’s bed. And the fact that these are even your choices… yeah, again, fuckin’ GLORIOUS.

You’re in one of his old d-day tour shirts, sleep shorts you brought, hair a little rumpled. You feel so cozy and warm, wrapped in that easy, lazy comfort that follows a night like last night. He said he wanted to cook something before you left—breakfast, lunch, whatever time it was now—and he’s currently standing in front of the fridge, smelling something in a tupperware.

Then, you hear it. The beep of the front door. Little footsteps padding in.

“Appa!”

The tiny voice is unmistakable. You tense up, mug halfway to your lips.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, whipping your head toward Yoongi.

Yoongi’s eyes widen like he just remembered something crucial, like his son—the literal child he’s responsible for—might’ve slipped his mind. “Shit,” he says under his breath, already moving. “I was gonna tell you. Eomma’s bringing him home today.”

His EOMMA?! Fuckity fuuuuuuckk!

You don’t even get a chance to react (let alone hide) before Haneul toddles into the kitchen, backpack sliding off one shoulder, cheeks pink from the wind outside. He makes a delighted little sound when he sees you and hurls himself at your legs. You crouch just in time to catch him.

“Sarang!”

“Oh, sarang,” you breathe, pressing a kiss to his temple as he wiggles into your arms. “You’re back! Look at you, you’re so big now. I missed you.”

“Big,” Haneul says proudly. 

You laugh, hugging him tighter. “Yes, you are.”

“Appa’s right here, buddy,” Yoongi points at himself playfully. “I need a big ol’ hug, too.”

A soft voice interrupts from the doorway. “So you’re the Sarang he kept asking for.”

You look up to see Yoongi’s mom setting down a small duffel and a paper bag. Oh shit, you look like shit and she’s regal.

She’s dressed warm, a cardigan layered over a knit turtleneck, and her eyes soften when they land on you. Yoongi really takes after her.

There’s a flicker of something like déjà vu… the same look she gave you during Haneul’s first birthday when you handed her a plate of japchae and offered to hold Han while she ate.

Yoongi takes the paper bag and moves behind the counter beside you. You stand, wiggling your shorts down to make th longer, hide your legs more. Unfortunately, it ain’t working.

“Eomma,” Yoongi starts, rubbing the back of his neck. “This is Y/N.”

“We’ve met,” she says, though her tone is more amused than anything. 

Yoongi and you speak at the same time.

Him: “She’s my girlfriend.”

You: “Pardon how I—“

You look up from your bow, his words taking you by surprise. God he really sprung it on his mom like that—is he insane?! 

Yoongi’s eomma nods slowly, a smile playing in her lips. “You don’t have to apologize. We’re family here.”

Relief slowly washes over you as you stand there frozen and still mildly embarrassed, the feeling of a warm hand against the base of your spine being the only thing to thaw you out.

“Y/N is the head teacher at the HYBE daycare,” Yoongi says in a tone akin to a proud father. You warm further.

“Oh,” she nods. “That’s really good.”

“Thank you for bringing him,” Yoongi says as he takes out the banchan from the bag, stacking them on the kitchen island. “Were there paps outside?”

“No more. Those scums.” She replies with a shake of her head. “Han’s happier when he’s here at home.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi mutters, eyes flicking to you. “Me too.”

“I’m not gonna stay long.”

“You sure? I’m cooking…”

“It’s good to see you again, Mrs. Min.”

She waves a hand dismissively. “You don’t have to be formal with me. I’m happy Yoongi has someone to make sure he eats properly and wakes up when he snores.”

Yoongi’s now red in the face as Han climbs him like a monkey.

“Alright, I’m going. I’ve got some errands to run. Yoongi, Y/N. Darling…” She kisses Haneul’s cheek and just like that, she’s gone.

The apartment is quiet again. Yoongi is staring at you, equal parts apologetic and amused, as he sets Haneul down.

“You okay?” he asks carefully, as if you might combust.

You nod, following Haneul to the living room. “Yeah. A little warning would’ve been nice, but I’m starting to get used to having mini heart attacks when I’m around you.”

“I just thought it would make you happy. Seeing him again.”

Your heart softens. “Of course it does. A lot.”

“And I don’t want to give you heart attacks, okay? What I want is for you to feel safe with me.”

He takes a step closer, hugging you from behind and suddenly you’re Jack and Rose from the Titanic movie. You laugh, it’s silly. But perhaps you make a pretty picture, if a little curious for an innocent mind, because Haneul is staring at you both, babbling something incoherent but joyful.

“Welcome home, sarang.” You smile. It really does feel like home.

When you finally take a moment to just chill after work, your social media feed dishes the latest gossip about the new couple of the moment: “Sung Kyung & Yoongi.” Apparently, their couple's name is Kyungi or whatever. It’s superrr dumb.

You roll your eyes. You shouldn’t be indulging in this fodder, but you’re a masochist. Anyway, it’s just the same recycled clips: their laugh during that Suchwi­ta interview, the way they’re wearing the same necklace, the same flannel shirt. But there’s new “evidence” from her stories where she’d tagged her new theater rehearsal with Yoongi’s D‑2 album sticker artfully tucked in the corner. It has their fans spiraling, convinced it’s a secret sign. It’s not true, but you feel the pulse of irritation rise. Yoongi’s moved on, you’re here building your own life with him, and none of this recycled garbage changes that.

You kneel down to gather the rainbow sorting cubes scattered across the mat, slipping them into the plastic bin one by one. 

The door slides open, and you glance up just as Yoongi steps inside. His face is drawn, eyes shadowed from a day too long and too loud. He doesn’t say anything at first, just drops his bag near the shelf and sinks to his knees beside you.

“Didn’t expect you here,” you say gently.

He offers a faint smile, the kind that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Wanna go home.”

You don’t ask what he means. You don’t need to. The tabloid content is still sitting in the back of your mind, chaotic and unwanted. And maybe his, too. It weighs on him, what you think.

“Can you hand me those animal puzzles?” you ask instead, tilting your head toward the open box nearby. 

Yoongi nods, passing them over wordlessly. You both clean in silence for a few more minutes.

When the room is back in order, you flick off the lights and turn to him. “Let’s go.”

He nods. “Can you stay tonight? I don’t wanna be alone.”

“Of course.” You don’t say anything else. His somber eyes and quiet presence says enough about the weight of the world on his shoulders. You just want to carry it with him.

You spend a quiet night in, massaging the tension off his back, tucking yourself against the curve of his body, taking care of him the way you know he won’t ask for, but always needs.

Late afternoon sunlight slants through the windows, laying golden trails across the Min men’s living room.

One of them is dancing with you, little hands clapping off-beat as you jump with him to “Hop Little Bunnies” on the TV. He’s squealing in delight, his tiny legs kicking excitedly while you sway, both of you singing, laughing.

The other one is sprawled on the couch with his legs outstretched, watches with that gummy smile that melts you every time. As the song ends, he sits up, something bright in his eyes.

“I’ve been thinking,” he says, reaching to ruffle Haneul’s hair gently, “You use music at the daycare, right, for activities?”

“Of course,” you say, bouncing Han gently on your hip. “The kids love it. Why?”

He rubs the back of his neck, hesitant but excited. “I want to come by sometime… maybe play for them. Just fun songs they can move to. And I get to spend more time with you and Han.”

Your heart swells. “Yoongi,” you say, unable to hide your grin. “That’s such a good idea. They’d love that. I’d love that.”

He nods, lips curving into something shy but warm. “Cool. Just let me know when. I’ll bring my guitar.”

You’ve just finished recess at the daycare, and the room fills with the soft babbles of toddlers with post-snack zoomies. You glance over to see Yoongi carrying his guitar case through the door, a small smile on his face. You wave him in.

He gets settled by the little music corner, where there are colorful cushions, a toy piano, and a small speaker.

You introduce him. Not as SUGA. Not as Agust D. Not as Yoongi-ssi.

But as Teacher Min.

He waves in smol.

You tell the kids to clap for Teacher Min and his ears turn pink.

All the kids take turns to introduce themselves. And when it is Haneul’s turn, stars take shape in his pupils.

It’s so endearing, how Yoongi’s nervous at first. As if he has not sold out stadiums all over the world. It’s an audience of five plus you, and you can see the slight shake of his fingers when he adjusts the guitar on his knee.

You put a palm on his shoulder, just a slight reassuring touch while you address the kids and encourage them to sing and dance along. 

He strums a soft chord and launches into a gentle acoustic rendition of “Wheels on the Bus.” You sing with him and soon the kids are rolling their arms, wiggling their bums, and jumping about.

He does a few more songs after that. Every chord seems to loosen shoulders. Yoongi’s voice is sweet and a little gravelly, but surprisingly melodic, each word clear and comforting. He engages the children, encouraging them to clap along, to sing softly, to move their little hands in rhythm. 

You are by his side, heart expanding with so much happiness you think it’s gonna burst.

Midway through, his eyes light up when he locks with yours, the same sparkle you saw that one time in his living room, when he was playing with Haneul, before everything shifted and shifted again. And in that moment, something crystallizes within you, a realization so profound it makes your chest squeeze. 

Fuck. 

This is love. 

That night, you sleep over in his place. It feels natural at this point, and you’ve mastered the usual precautions—the mask, the back doors, and delayed exits. It’s all part of being with someone like him, and it’s something you are slowly but surely accepting. 

After freshening up, your feet take you to his home studio. You knock and push the door open gently. Lights low, the glow of his wide monitor casts a warmth over everything else.

Yoongi’s back is to you, head bowed slightly as his fingers glide gently over the keys. He’s playing something unfamiliar, but it aches with tenderness.

You step into the room slowly, not wanting to break the spell. And then, quietly, you come up behind him and place your hands over his shoulders.

He stills for a beat—surprised—but immediately pulls you to his his lap. “Didn’t hear you come in,” he murmurs, voice low.

“I didn’t want to interrupt.” You nuzzle closer. “You were amazing today.”

Yoongi huffs a soft laugh, turns his head slightly. “Nah. I was stiff.”

“Stop, the kids loved you. You were amazing, a natural,” you say, not allowing his usual self-deprecating behavior this time. The image of him on the daycare floor with his guitar, surrounded by adoring toddlers, the way his eyes sought you out for reassurance, your heart is still swollen from it.

You press a kiss to his temple. Then another to his cheek. 

“I love you,” you whisper. You don’t wait for a reply. You just kiss him. Slow, soft, deep. 

And when he pulls you down onto the studio couch with him, fingers trembling slightly as they undo the buttons of your blouse, it feels sacred. There’s no rush. Body to body, skin on skin, breath as one. His two hands on you like he’s never letting go. His mouth murmurs against your heat, spoiling every inch of you. And when you peak, you pour out the love that’s been accumulating even after years of missed chances, imperfect timings, wrong people—the love that was meant for him all along.

The next morning, you’re scrolling through socials when a reel pops up: POV: Free BTS concert in a daycare

The footage was taken from outside the glass doors. It catches Yoongi’s easy laughter, his tender nods and comforting presence. You’re also there, face clearly enamored. You are relieved that the kids' faces are not seen from this angle.

Thing is, the video has gone viral, and the comments section is filled with love and thirst alike:

@/tae7sykes: just when i thought i couldn’t possibly love him more. oh my hearttt @/angelshookie: am NOT crashing out or anything… #yoongimarryme @/flossydebut: AAAAGGHHH he is never beating the kind and gentle allegations @/yoonmeforever: this is so special 😭 @/undeniablekittens: fuck this man is so perfect and amazing 🥹 @/novemberjade: husband husband husband 🫠 @/miniboni: omg why is this so cute???

You tap it again, your heart full but racing—it’s true, it’s real, and everyone else just saw what you’ve known from the start. And at the bottom, amidst the flood of praise, one comment catches your eye and suddenly the ringing in your ears is louder than bombs.

@/lee-sungkyung: proud ❤️❤️❤️

A/N: Thank you for reading, you lovely, beautiful human xo

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[sylusgworl]

(INVOLUNTARILY) GAWKING ft. xavier

content: fluff, fem!reader, housemates!au, pre-relationship situation, reader is awkward, xavier tries at flirting (and kinda fails),

a/n: it's too hot outside to properly function so my brain birthed this fic, uh enjoy ig - wrote this in like 15 mins (my study break) so it yet to be proofread. wc: 857 . rbs are very appreciated <3

m.list

it is infact not alright when it's 37 °C outside (about 100 F) and you are living with a (male) housemate.

nope, you no way you were going full on nude in front of xavier, nope. you'd rather die from the heat. although, at some point the heat became so unbearable any insane thought became completely rational.

“ugh it's so hot,” you groaned while stretching on the sofa, the shorts and tank top feeling sticky against your skin.

oh, right, the ac refused to turn on for some reason, and the fan was broken, apparently one of its blades had snapped off and it just stopped functioning correctly.

xavier cocked his head out of his room, a pearl of sweat sliding down his temple until it fell in a bead down from his chin.

he had it way worse, his wide shorts just right above the knee and a white t-shirt... just the sight of that made you sweat.

“it's alright [name], i've just ordered another one, it'll be delivered in a couple of hours,” his soft voice angelically carried the glad tidings, except you felt even more desperate and exhausted.

more hours of that inferno.

you closed your eyes. maybe a short nap would help take you out of that dread. minutes passed and... nope it was too hot to sleep.

you sat up and headed for the kitchen. there, a sight made you stop in your tracks. an unexpected one.

xavier leaned against the counter, shirtless, while drinking a can of chilled soda. his toned muscles seemed to shine under the natural light of the sun, his adam's apple bobbing up and down with each sip.

he didn't seem to notice you, so that gave you a chance to observe him for a while longer.

he was attractive alright.

you'd been housemates for about a month, but your schedules never aligned in a way that you'd be that often in each other's presence, so you'd never actually paid attention to xavier's presence around you.

you just thought having a man as a flatmate had too many downsides for your liking, but still accepted him as you really needed someone to split the rent with.

“oh, you're here,” his calm tone slowly carried you out of your trance.

xavier put down his soda and turned to face you, but then noticed his bare chest so he crossed his arms against it and swiftly turned around, a faint blush tinting his cheeks.

“oh how long have you been there? i'm sorry, i didn't realise...”

“no no, it's alright haha... i've been here for a while, i didn't mean to stare,” you stretch your hands forward in a defensive way, “but! i was going anyway...” you trailed off and ran away in a jiffy, heart thumping and a familiar warmth in your face.

shit. did i just get caught gawking?

you bit your lip in frustration and closed the door to your bedroom before plopping onto the carpeted ground.

dignity gone, you started planning your move-out. because, how could you even face him after that.

desperation aside, two hours went by, and except for the heat and the embarrassing scene from earlier replaying in your head every time you closed your eyes, nothing eventful happened.

“[name]?” a voice called out to you, followed by a knock.

you hesitated but still got closer to the door. “is she asleep?” a voice mumbled from the other side, so you nervously opened up.

xavier's watchful blue eyes were the first to meet your surpised - not really - gaze.

your heart leaped to your throat, you cleared your voice. “y-yes?” oh god, how awkward.

“i just wanted to tell you, the new fan has just been delivered,” he pointed to the living room.

“i already installed it, i think the maintenance is coming to fix our ac in about a day or two,” he said, trying to keep a neutral tone while scratching the back of his head.

your eyes involuntarily jumped to his flexed arm and you had to call each and every atom of your self-control to avert your gaze and stop staring.

“oh! that's... great! yeah!” you answered, a bit to excitedly. you hoped it sounded as natural as possible, embarrassment from a couple of hours prior still holding you captive.

xavier nodded and turned around, walking a few steps. then, as if he'd remembered something, he stopped and turned around.

you'd only now noticed a small bag he was carrying in his hand. he then offered it to you.

“here, since i've put the fan in the living room, use this if it's too hot at night,” and off he went, as soon as you grasped it.

closing the door behind you, you unpacked the gift(?) only to find a mini desk fan. how adorable, you thought with a smile, thinking of xavier's attentiveness, as warmth spread across your chest from gratefulness... and maybe something else.

a small paper fell out, so putting the object aside, you opened it.

i'm sorry for making you feel embarrassed earlier. also, i didn't say you couldn't look, you can stare as much as you want.

you gulped. oh.

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[rookanis-de-riva]

the first real fight my Rook has with Lucanis—it’s probably about safety versus Rook putting himself up front in danger bc he’s The Leader—but Lucanis is fully yelling at him bc that’s what family does. he waits until they’re alone bc he does have some sense of decorum (and a deeply held instinct to Keep This Behind Closed Doors)

while Rook is just dead silent, studying him

while Lucanis internally starts to panic. has he truly overstepped so badly? is he not even worth yelling at as equals? what if Rook just walks away? or … (crow brain struggling to chug out this thought) is Lucanis actually … hurting Rook? by yelling??

but actually Rook was just calibrating the meanest most fucked up shit he could say to Win the argument in one hit, it’s just that it occurred to him—

he’d have to think of something meaner than Caterina ever did

and that cures him! Rook just simply calms down and developed the ability to use his words kindly right then and there bc the thought of being even more cruel to his BEST FRIEND than the woman who beat him with a cane made him so nauseous he had to sit down

[redandgreyscale]

Asexual Evan who sexualizes himself, and Barty is the one to let him know that it's okay and he doesn't have to force himself

angst always gets me, ask and I shall deliver✨

They've been dating for a month.

In this month, Barty learns a lot of things about Evan. Barty learns Evan likes to tease, learns the way his body moves when he's flirting, the tone on his voice, every single tone of his voice actually. Learns his nervous tics and the way he snorts if he laughs too hard. Barty feels unable to do anything other than look at Evan at all times.

He also learns Evan likes to kiss. He likes to kiss a lot, passionately, all tongue and bites and hands tugging eagerly at hair. Barty loves Evan's hands on his hair. Loves Evan's lips on his. Fuck, Barty feels like he could eat Evan whole with how much he loves him. Devour him until there's nothing left.

They haven't gone anywhere further than kissing though, and fuck if he isn't dying to get Evan naked on his bed. So he tries.

It is a good night, they had easy classes, a good studying session, and are currently making out in Barty's bed. Things get weird the moment he takes Evan's shirt after his own. He knows Evan, has learnt every single thing about him, and something is off. The eagerness on his kisses is different, less passionate even if as intense. He isn't actively seeking contact anymore, just taking it. His gasps sound false suddenly, so Barty reels back and looks at him.

Evan looks as perfect as always, like a fucking angel fallen from heaven right into his bed. His breathing hard and his bare chest sweaty.

"Why'd you stop?" he asks confused, and Barty only looks at him for a bit.

"Is everything okay? Do you want to keep going?" He asks back, because one can never be too sure, and he's not about to fuck up their first time. They're laying side by side looking at each other, still in a tangle of limbs. Evan's brows shoot up in disbelief.

"What do you think?" He asks with a smile, a hand tangling in Barty's hair. It doesn't look like his smiles. This is— no, something's definitely wrong. It feels like an ick he can't quite scratch.

"I don't know, that's why I asked" he stops Evan from pulling him closer. Keeps looking at him, trying to find what is going on. Then, Evan's jaw clicks, and Barty knows immediately. He knows because he's spent their last month, fuck, their last years, learning every single movement on Evan's body. He's not answering, so Barty talks again "you don't want it" he tries to reel back, and is fastly drawn back closer.

"No, I— I can do it, I can do this for you" Evan's behaviour changes so suddenly it feels like whiplash. He sounds almost desperate "I can be good for you come on, take me, take what you want" Evan's mouth is on his, then on his neck, and for a second he gets distracted again because fuck that feels good, but soon enough he pushes him back again.

"No, hey, Ev" Barty tries. Evan is a mess of mumbles.

"I'll be good, I can do it" he repeats grabbing at Barty through wet eyes. Oh. Oh hell no.

"Evan" he tries, and Evan only becomes more eager, climbing on top of him, unbuttoning his jeans "Evan stop" his hands come to grab his. Then Evan looks at him, really looks at him. "I don't want this if you don't"

"I thought I—"

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to" Barty assures, and finally the tears come. He lets go of Evan's hands and watches as he tries to hide his face away, still sitting on top of him.

It takes a while to calm down, and by the time it happens they're both sitting cross legged each on one end of the bed, facing the other.

"I don't... I don't like sex" Evan says when asked.

"Okay" Barty simply says "then we won't do that" Evan looks up, brows furrowed, pained look on his eyes.

"Barty, I won't like it, never have wanted it and I don't think I ever will"

"It's fine, then we'll never have sex" he shrugs. It's okay, he only wants Evan if he wants it too. "But, uhm, you've had other partners, right? Did you..?"

"Yeah, and I hated every part of it" Evan admits looking away. Barty feels the need to kill every single one of his ex's.

"You don't have to do that with me, I don't want you to do anything you don't want to" Evan looks even more confused than before "We don't have to kiss if you don't like it either"

"No, I— Uhm... I like that" his cheeks are turning red, his smile coming back, and this time Barty believes him. "I like it a lot, actually"

"Great because I like that too. A lot." Barty smiles back.

And maybe there is a lot to talk about, a lot of lines to mark down so they aren't crossed, but for now they lay in bed and kiss.

A lot.

[kiame-sama]

Does Azul put little jars, toys and other stuff in the tank to give his daughters some stimulation? That way they’re not bored (and also to make them less likely to try escaping because they’ll have something to do)

I remember that many people who work and study octopi tend to give them jars filled with treats to give the Octpi stimulation and to study their intelligence/learning capacity

He does! From little jars filled with snacks, to puzzle toys, even to various live prey for them to chase around (Small and harmless fish, of course). He does everything he can to keep the little Octofry interested and content in their tank. He has even given them a few tumble locks to try and figure out, but he doesn't want to encourage their escapes more than just his presence does. Of course, he opens up the tank and has a bunch of toys around his office for them while he works on contracts. The greatest interest that his girls have is actually in him and his contracts, so he will read the contracts to the girls as if they were bedtime stories. Tiny Ursulana is already trying to steal his pen to make changes to contracts as she sees fit, despite how young she is. Given they are infants, they are not verbal yet, but they show great promise in how well they seem to understand the contracts that he reads to them.

[yamchaisawesome]

Okay fine I’ll update the post. I see you newcomers with your love for the old codger and to that I say welcome in kids!

So this guy somehow got better. Like, the only light in the otherwise bleak as fuck chapter 4. I was going with the theories that bro was going to show up somehow but this? I couldn’t have predicted just how peak it was. This is quite a bit longer than the original analysis but I feel like it will be worth it. I’m also going to assume you’ve gone through chapter 4 already.

Gerson in deltarune, unlike his more seam-esque undertale counterpart, takes the role of a badass old man shounen mentor figure. He starts off unassuming, more like a gag than a character with actual story significance. However, anyone who’s got enough context can already tell this is going to be big. He’s been foreshadowed both by the goner maker and Alvin at this point, and the fact this fairly minor character from undertale is getting this much attention implies yeah this guy has some stuff going on.

What we have going in is that:

A: He’s a dead man walking, literally and figuratively. Literally raised from the dead and likely not going to last that long due to his existence being reliant on a very sealable fountain.

B: If you know anything about Gerson, he knows way more than he lets on.

It is to be pointed out that literally all of this is optional. Someone who just sorta played undertale casually and didn’t interact with much in Hometown wouldn’t know anything going on. As such, Toby makes this guy’s deal clear throughout the story of chapter 4 while still taking advantage of the dramatic irony held by players in the know.

We get our first hint that the Old Man is more than a gag upon him literally breaking the prophecy in order to pave a new way forward. The imagery is pretty clear here as he helps the young’ins defy fate in order for them to get through the hell it has put them in. This behaviour continues as he keeps leading the fun gang “the wrong way” in order to help em solve puzzles and intentionally walks way slower than he can to mess with the gang, Susie in particular. This introduction to The Old Man is tail ended by him breaking another piece of the prophecy. Upon questioning him on this, he hits you with this old sagely wisdom. He believes that “A fairytale is a pretty little thing” but that the best way to navigate those stories is to “go between the lines”.

This idea of Gerson believing the prophecy is a story like anything else, and that it can be read and adapted a countless number of ways is his approach to freedom and feeds into both his wisdom and experience as an author. Let the story serve you and not the other way around, basically. This feeds very well into Susie, whose whole arc has been about shirking narratives about herself. Not just those of the prophecy but more relatable things. Those narratives that she’s not worthy of love, or just not good enough generally are a constant throughout her character arc.

The one she’s dealing with in chapter 4 is about her never being as good at healing as Ralsei. This sort of learned helplessness is likely predicated on her other recent failings, those being her not being able to save Undyne or get the code at the Holiday mansion, and her needing to rely on Ralsei to help one of her few friends in their time of need was just the final straw.

Before we get into the details of Susie and Gerson’s relationship, I’d just like to call attention to the fact that Gerson’s study is the only location that isn’t the signature “bright and blue” colouration seen in the rest of the dark sanctuary.

I’d really like to stretch this and say it symbolizes the literal break from the otherwise bleak narrative that Gerson provides in this chapter but that might be too far.

Anyway, Jackenstein.

I love how this demonstrates Gerson’s background as a teacher and father so goddamn well. He understands the youth very well and instantly clocks the kind of kid that Susie is. His strategy of calling her a “coward” and basically rage baiting her into conquering her inhibitions and beating that narrative in her brain shows a pretty clear grasp on who Susie is in particular. He doesn’t try a fancy speech or whatever like he does with Kris earlier, he just fucking throws her attitude right back at her. Considering they met a total of 20 minutes ago, it goes to show just how good he is at reading people. We’ll get more of this with Kris later but that’s its own section.

He also encourages Susie to push past her narratives of what she can’t do with his letter, but that doesn’t tell us much more about his relationship with Susie. Instead, the letter demonstrates the flaws and regrets the Old Man has- particularly in his relationship with his son Alvin.

In the light world, both in the epilogue of chapter 2 and the prologue for chapter 4, it’s pretty clear that Alvin has a narrative of inadequacy all his own. This is the idea that his writing will never outgrow his father’s, or even be any good at all. Apparently, it’s to the point where he doesn’t even write any of his own sermons, just reusing the work of his father. This could be part of the reason Gerson feels so strongly about breaking that narrative in Susie, in order to atone for what he has done. Given the themes of religion in chapter 4, both his tutelage of Susie and letter to Alvin both could easily be read as Gerson using this miracle in order to redeem himself in his own eyes and cleanse himself of “sin” even in a religion that lacks it. The delivery of the letter is also important. Susie, with her own inexperience, was able to deliver the letter in a way that got the point across better than Gerson ever could. With its unintentional grammar and spelling errors, it demonstrates to Alvin how “Long as you got the point, the words don’t matter” in a way that Gerson’s usual prose simply can’t achieve. Iron sharpens iron, student sharpens student.

Anyway, I know what you fuckers are here for. You don’t want unsubtle literary analysis of a dead old man and his kids! You want hype moments and aura, you want the hammer!

Well too bad, we gotta get through the tea party scene first!

First thing we need to talk about is how in sync Susie and Gerson are here. Like, they’re bouncing off each other and absolutely loving life! Susie might not be a talented writer but, as Alvin would say, she has “a flair for entertainment” and the Old Man loves a good story!

Next thing is Kris. If you let them refuse tea, Gerson offers the poor human an apple, which is known to be a big thing of theirs. There’s also his weird route dialogue, in which he gets that something’s wrong in spite of a general lack of words exchanged and tries to encourage and console Kris. This once again shows his knack for reading and guiding people, and frankly it’s really sweet that he’s trying to help them through our rampage.

But enough of that. You know what time it is!

The Hammer of Justice is ringing!

This is my favorite fight in the game, and honestly the shadow crystal fight that I think is most integral to the story. It’s as easy to learn about as Spamton’s if not easier and makes his turtle ex machina against the titan make a lot more sense.

The more I fought this guy, the more I came to appreciate the lesson he’s teaching. If I have one word to describe this fight, it’s forgiving. Gerson lowering his damage to match Susie’s current HP and banning items in order to get her to heal more and get some practice in just reminds you that this isn’t a fight against some insurmountable threat like the Knight or a crazed omen of what could be with Spamton, but an ally that’s here to help you learn a thing or two.

As an aside, the fight is so goddamn hype. The lore drops and inspiration we get from Gerson’s dialogue, the fact you can skip some attacks if you impress the Hammer enough with your spells, the goddamn rude buster ping pong you play with him, the music, THE MUSIC!!??? Absolute peak fiction, no notes. The fight brings an atmosphere like no other.

It also answers a question that hardcore Gerson fans like myself wondered: how badass was Gerson at the height of his career? The answer: VERY. Bro doesn’t even use the shadow crystal and is still strong enough to be up there with the other secret bosses. A very satisfying moment for all us Hammer lovers.

I legitimately cried when I beat him for the first time, especially after the final dialogue that summarises Gerson Boom as a character: a lover of stories and one that knows just how mutable they are.

Utter Chad right here.

Now to move onto his impact…

The reveal that he is in fact a dead man walking isn’t a surprise for the attentive but is still a shock to the system after becoming so attached to the crusty bastard, especially for Susie. Her clear horror and mourning for a man she technically never knew in life is gut wrenching, and the fact that she basically goes around chasing the guy’s ghost for the entirety of the second sanctuary is reflective of her general fear of abandonment by those she cares about.

This makes his triumphant return at the end all the sweeter. I cheered when I saw him for the first time as I watched him and Susie absolutely wreck the Titan.

I have no idea how Alvin will react to the letter in Chapter 5 onwards, or if Susie will incorporate the Old Man’s motif into her own music at some point, but I hope so. Gerson deserves the legacy, Gerson deserves it all.

Anyway, thanks for reading all this! I saw how much you all liked this old post and wanted to do a follow up that does the new stuff justice!

I feel like Gerson is under appreciated. Like, he’s surprisingly well developed for how little time we get with him.

In undertale, he’s effectively the monster equivalent of an old man doing a massive yard sale, getting rid of shit he doesn’t need. However, due to his old man status “studying history sure is easy” and so he’s the only guy who tells you about the prophecy of the angel and the delta rune, as well as about Boss Monsters.

He also casually mentions he was a war hero back in the day, the Hammer of Justice. Now, two of the items in his shop are the torn notebook and cloudy glasses. These are both items belonging to the human soul of perseverance. Now, he could’ve just picked them up from trash zone, buuut it seems just as likely that he killed that human himself.

This is possibly why he is not in the least bit scared of you on the genocide route. Like, at all. He spits such raw lines as “I wouldn’t buy your chitzy garbage at knifepoint”. He also seems oddly self aware, like more than sans, saying he knows the player cannot kill him while in his shop when threatened. This absolute mad lad will charge you full price for his wares and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it, and he fucking knows it.

Utter Chad right here.

[flwrfields]

DISTANT • Y.SE

summary: si-eun started becoming distant, you started becoming confused. you confronted him one day and he couldn't hide his feelings anymore.

a/n: trying to be active on tumblr!! i'm currently making a new smau series that has some good progress. soooo, while i'm working on it, i decided to make a fic that i thought of. I'M ALSO NOT SURE ABOUT THE ENDING💔💔 BUT STILL ENJOY!!!!

warnings: fluff, kinda angst, lowercase intended, distant si-eun, mutual feelings

wc: 1013

you and si-eun are inseparable, attached by the hip ever since you two were kids. well, were inseparable. si-eun started distancing himself from you, he didn't even try to hide it.

whenever you passed him by, he'd continue walking even if you wave at him with a smile. he would keep his head down, walk as quickly as he could to avoid you from stopping him. if you approached him while he was studying at his desk, he'd stand up and act like he needed to go to the restroom.

text him? no reply.

call him? straight to voicemail.

walk up to his desk? he walks away.

you couldn't get any chance to talk to him, no matter how much you tried. all of your efforts are never answered. it felt like there was a brick wall between you and him. an unbreakable one. it only felt like it, though.

these next few days are quiet, colder... lonely. there wasn't anyone you could ramble your day to, there wasn't anyone you could bother. there wasn't anyone to keep you company. you had to admit, you missed si-eun, a lot more than you should. you know it isn't like him to distance himself. you needed answers.

you find yourself standing outside of si-eun's cram school, arms crossed as you look over the crowd of students exiting the building, looking for a specific someone. eventually, you see him — yeon si-eun. you start to move, your legs instantly taking you towards him like it's the most natural thing. he sees you, eyes widening slightly when he realizes he can't walk out of this. you stand in front of him, staring right into his eyes.

god, those pathetic eyes. the eyes that you just adore. the eyes that you can just stare at forever without getting bored. his eyes are like a void, a good void. a void that you'll gladly drown in without hesitation.

you snap out of your trance when you realize how long silence you're being. you let out a long breath, preparing yourself for the conversation.

"why are you ignoring me?" you question, tilting your head while your eyebrows furrow. you can see how si-eun's shoulders tense, as if he's been expecting this question but isn't ready to actually hear it. "i just have some things going on." he replies.

"are you sure?" "yes."

you huff, the huff being a half-laugh and half-scoff. you shake your head as you look down at the ground. "why are you lying to me?" si-eun's breath hitches, hearing the sharp tone in your voice. he knows you want to hear the truth, but he doesn't know if he should say it or not. he didn't want to ruin anything, even though he knows he might be ruining it because of the distancing. but, this is a slower process... he's afraid that he'll lose everything after you find out the truth. he's afraid he'll lose you.

"i'm sorry." si-eun suddenly states, his voice barely above a whisper. it's crazy how soft his voice went, it's unusual, it's new. still, it isn't unwelcomed. you look up at him, seeing that he's staring right at you. "i'm sorry for distancing myself." he repeats, his voice trembling from the nerves. "i'm not trying to hurt you, and i never will. but, it's for my sake, our sake. i don't wanna ruin our friendship. i... i don't wanna lose what we have."

you could've sworn time stopped, like everyone disappeared. your heart skipped a few beats, your stomach started filling up with those familiar butterflies. you never wanted to deny your feelings, but you never wanted to accept it. you didn't want to accept it because you thought si-eun would never feel the same way — but, here you are, standing in front of him, watching as he admits everything he's been bottling up for weeks.

and then, you hear it. the words you've been wanting to hear for years.

"i like you."

you couldn't believe it. you waited all these years, 12 whole years. it was worth it, so worth it. you were silent for a while, processing if everything is real or not. you wondered if this was just a dream. but, you don't remember falling asleep, so you know it's real life. seconds go by, si-eun is still waiting for you to respond. he isn't rushing you, he's patiently waiting.

then, you moved. you moved closer to him, all of your problems slowly fading away. the world slowly faded away. you didn't care. right now, si-eun is your world. you hesitantly interlace your hands together, your touch as light as a feather. you build up the courage to say the words you've been holding to yourself, and it came out of your mouth easier than expected. "i like you too, si-eun."

you could see the corners of his smile shift, curling into a faint smile. you haven't see him smile for a long time, and it felt even better since you're the reason why he's smiling. he squeezes your hands, his smile turning into something warmer.

si-eun lets out a small breath, feeling the huge weight on his shoulders lift. he cups your cheeks in his hands, tilting your head up slightly to look at him properly. "i didn't mean to distance myself from you for this long. i only distanced myself because i thought these feelings were just something else, and i realized it isn't. i was scared to reach out to you again because i thought you were mad at me—" "i'd never be mad at you, never in a million years." you cut him off, reassuring him.

you two stood there for a beat, slowly leaning into each other. once you were inches away, he stops. "you sure you're okay with this?" you nod. "absolutely." your lips meet, a bit of hesitance in it. but, cautiously, you both melted into the kiss, safe in each other's presence.

in that moment, you thought that, maybe, love isn't so bad after all...

© flwrfields

[encherries]

NISHIMURA RIKI AS YOUR BEST FRIEND HCS.

riki x gn!reader — no warnings, this is mostly fluff ! slightly suggestive at the end but no actual smut. still i would say mdni as i’d rather not have minors around my page at all.

also if some of this sounds familiar, i wrote something similar on my old blog for a different group and revamped it for enha. reblogs and comments are always appreciated ♡

best friend!riki who looks intimidating on first glance, but in actuality is the most caring and sweet person you know

best friend!riki who you first met in your freshman year of college when you got paired up for a project together

best friend!riki who was shy at first but seemed to come out of his shell whenever you were around

best friend!riki who quickly became your best friend and the person you trust the most

best friend!riki who is playful and funny and likes to childishly annoy you on purpose by poking your sides or stealing your phone, holding it above his head as he makes fun of how much shorter you are while you fight to get the device back from his grip

best friend!riki who somehow hit puberty twice and became unfairly hot and attractive now that you’re in senior year

best friend!riki who everyone has a crush on, girls and guys and you

best friend!riki who has dated a lot of people but his relationships never last, earning him a bit of a playboy title

best friend!riki who you wish would just pay attention romantically to you for once, but you settle for being his best friend. the thought of losing him completely if you ever confess your feelings too horrible for you to bear

best friend!riki who recently has gotten touchier with you, resting an arm around your shoulders or on the back of your chair, or absentmindedly playing with your fingers when you’re studying together. you always feel your cheeks burning and butterflies dancing in your stomach, and you desperately hope he doesn’t notice

best friend!riki who invites you over to his place to watch your favorite tv show together, looking perfect even though he’s just wearing sweatpants and some old t shirt

best friend!riki who insists upon laying in the same bed together, just cozy together as friends, a respectable space between the two of you

best friend!riki who you somehow end up moving closer and closer with, until you’re resting your head on his shoulder and his arm naturally finds it’s way around your waist like it belongs there

best friend!riki who keeps his focus on the tv as he starts trailing little patterns with his fingertips on your waist. over the fabric of your hoodie at first until he pushes it up slightly, leaving a strip of exposed skin

best friend!riki who has you feeling sparks and goosebumps as he continues his actions, just lightly feeling your skin under his hand

best friend!riki who finally shifts his attention to you as you say his name, your voice questioning

best friend!riki who is suddenly so close as you get lost in the eye contact when you both stare at each other, and you don’t exactly know who moves in first but now you’re kissing

best friend!riki who is slow and delicate as he moves his lips against yours, swallowing your little gasp when he licks into your mouth, deepening the kiss

best friend!riki who pulls away eventually for breath, and still looks absolutely perfect even though his hair is messed up from the way you ran your hands though it. his lips are slightly swollen from kissing you, and there’s a cute redness high up on his cheeks

best friend!riki who leans in close again, with his arms around your waist pressing your body against his. he doesn’t kiss you again just yet, instead keeps voice low as he finally whispers against your lips, “please be my girlfriend?”

boyfriend!riki who doesn’t actually change all that much even when your relationship status does, besides the fact he now gets to kiss you and be with you whenever he wants

[esmedelacroix]

09 - People Who Need People

synopsis ! he’s an american football player by day and a passionate mathematician by night . she’s a well-rounded historian and writer who couldn’t evaluate a derivative to save her life . they lived in two different worlds but shared the same study room .

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cw ! no use of y/n, y/n is _____, fluff, slow burn, college au, ooc sukuna, f!reader, child abuse/neglect, alcohol, angst, brief mention of self-harm, depressive tendencies

fic radio ! lacy by Olivia Rodrigo

You swore you would text him and try to talk about his apology and how much it meant to you. But things just kept getting in the way. You're eyelids were beginning to feel dry and heavy from your study session. Just as your eyes fell on your bed, you realized you could hear the birds chirping and the morning light peeking through your window. You pulled an accidental all-nighter and needed to get ready to go to office hours.

After that, you had two classes and got roped into helping out the club you allowed yourself to forget you were the leader of. It was only at the end of the day, when your friends somehow tracked you down at Sal's, you'd interacted with people that actually cared about the "How are you," beyond the faulty "I'm good," that always followed.

"Woah, _____, didn't expect to see you here so late," Satoru said, plopping down into the booth seat across from you alongside Shoko.

Suguru took the seat next to you and peeked at the book you were reading. "People still use physical textbooks?" he asked, flipping through some pages and then closing it, earning a glare from you.

"We haven't seen or heard from you all day, _____. We kind of assumed you were going to self-destruct and stop speaking to us for the next week and keep doing unnecessary work again, so we figured we would hunt you down," Shoko explained.

"I wasn't-" you started, only then realizing you hadn't spoken to anyone since the day prior, even though you had received a bunch of texts from people asking if you were okay after the party.

"Oh," you sighed, rubbing your hand down the side of your face.

"Yeah, oh."

"I'm so sorry. I keep worrying you guys," you guiltily apologized.

"It's totally not your fault, but just remember you need us as much as we need you. We're your friends, and we're here for you, and people need people to lean on. You need to let us be those friends for you," Suguru lectured.

"Now that we have that out of the way. What the heck happened at the party??" Gojo asked, jumping right into the drama. Shoko rolled her eyes, cutting him off, asking, "Wait, but everything's okay, _____?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," you half lied.

You could feel Suguru's prying eyes on you, like he was trying to deconstruct what you were actually thinking. He did that often. Picked up on things that others couldn't. He always watched. Always noticed. Always nudged your knee under the table and gave you that 'Are you okay?' look. He always fucked around in your room just to exist in the same space as you. He knew when you needed to be around someone or you'd drive yourself up a wall. And now he was staring at you, picking apart your expressions and seeing you for what you were actually feeling. Just like the way Sukuna has learned to.

To say that you never had a crush on Suguru was a lie. You had a tiny thing for him freshman year because of how overwhelmed you were with how good of a friend he was off the bat. You had never had anything like that in prep school. Suguru knew things about you that your own parents didn't. They didn't know when you were pretending to be happy, but he did. They didn't know you bounced your leg when you were nervous or giddy, and even if they did, they wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the different bounces

Then you saw him look at his best friend. But he wasn't only looking and analyzing the way he did his friends. With Gojo, he wasn't simply trying to make sure he was okay; he was also looking to memorize him. For the split second he blinked, his eyes would miss him, so he retained the picture of his visage so that even when he closed his eyes, he would still see his face.

The way you once wanted Suguru to look at you because you had mistaken friendship for love was how Sukuna looked at you now. The moment Sukuna reentered your thoughts, you realized, as your eyes fell to the illuminated screen of your phone telling you it was 11:57, that you had forgotten to text Sukuna.

. . .

Sukuna returned to his escape. You would think that a guy with so many interests would maybe: throw himself at some games, or comics, or math problems, or sports. But when Sukuna was down, he simply did nothing. He clung to his bed sheets like adhesive from a discarded bandage left on skin for far too long. Not ripped off, but fallen because it was simply too tired.

He didn't speak to anyone. Who was there to speak to? He didn't have two parents who were present in his life like yours were. He had Toji but he had screwed things up with him and yelled at him about his relationship woes. That was laughable, seeing that Sukuan couldn't even get the girl he liked to speak to him. He was an ass and he pushed people away for a living.

So he drew his curtains, which were usually open, kept all lights off, door closed, and stayed melted into his bed. He stayed in his room. His safe place would keep him depressed forever. A singular wet sphere of salty liquid dribbled down his cheek, and he told himself that it was because he had yawned.

He figured sleep would be better. There was a place inside his mind where he could go and create a better life for himself, and he would much rather be there right now than in this room, thinking about all the reasons why he was alone that pointed back to him and his pitiful existence.

To make said magical dreams, he needed to think of something. Something he wanted badly. So naturally, the first thing he thought of was you. The house you probably lived in, the many pampering products you probably owned, the maid who cleaned up after you, and the kitchen cabinets you could open without the fear of seeing cockroaches crawl about in your tableware. Scatch that. You probably never stepped foot in your kitchen. You had people for that.

He thought about the parents you went home to. The ones that smiled and didn't hit. The ones that loved and kissed each other and didn't cheat and leave. The nice school you went to. All the other rich friends who liked you. Your perfect grades and your perfect reputation—I don't have a crush on _____, he suddenly realized.

I'm completely consumed with jealousy for her. I am obsessed. I saw her at office hours this morning, looking beautiful as ever, and I wished that I had the guts to go to office hours and ask for help. I saw her helping the club she runs while juggling the two classes we have together, and I was mad at myself for not being able to do the same.

Do I really like her? Or do I want to walk in her skin and be her?

His door then swung open. It was Toji. Of course it was. He looked around took in Sukuna's position, and even picked up on the wet patch on his pillow. Sukuna hadn't even realized he had been crying.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Toji calmly grunted.

Sukuna stayed silent, hidden under his comforter up to his neck, his eyes followed Toji, who simply sat at the edge of his bed. Toji's hand traveled under the sheets to find Sukuna's arms pulling them out and inspecting his forearms.

"Stop, I'm not doin' that anymore. You don’t need to check me like I’m a high schooler anymore,” he assured, still letting Toji calm his nerves by being able to see it for himself.

"Are you sure you're not going to, though? Do I need to check your drawers? Did she call from the center?" he pressed.

"No, God, I just—thought you hated me for the party thing," he admitted.

"Why would I hate you? You were right."

"What?"

"You were right. About all of it. I broke up with Delilah for real this time. I shouldv'e walked her home, and I was an ass for trying to piss you and Delilah off with _____. I’m sorry man. I’m an idiot,” he apologized.

“You were just pissing me off?!”

“ … Yeah? Did _____ not talk to you?” Toji questioned.

“I think she made it very clear she doesn’t want to speak to me at Sal’s. Even had Gojo stop me from entering the room. And she completely ignored the apology in the notebook. I thought that meant something,” Sukuna rambled.

“You must really like her huh?” Toji smiled softly.

Do I? “I don’t know,” he truthfully answered. Toji gave him a confused look.

“I just kind of realized that I’m kind of jealous of her,” he confessed. It felt so good to say it out loud.

“Two things can be true at once. I had no idea you were jealous but, I’ve heard the way you talk about her. We all see the way you look at her like a fuckin’ lost puppy. You like her, Ryo. So maybe you’re jealous of her wealth and her status, but I know you. I know your heart. And I know you like her,” Toji shrugged.

“I thought she liked me too.”

“After our conversation last night, me too. Apparently, she hadn’t even opened the notebook until last night. She didn’t even see your apology,” Toji explained.

“So, why hasn’t she talk spoken to me?” Sukuna though out loud.

With perfect fucking timing because the universe hates Sukuna, he revived a text. He intensely scrambled for his phone fishing in his sheets for it with the fervor of a teenager who had just gotten their sugar plum pussy flavored vape hidden at a sleepover.

You: Hey, can we talk?

Sukuna was now sitting up on his bed. Toji peering over his shoulder. “What are you gonna say?” he questioned.

Ryomen: I’m kind of a mess right now can I meet you somewhere?

“Wow, very venerable of you,” Toji half teased, proud that his friend was being a little more honest with his feelings.

You: I’m in your living-room right now…

Both Sukuna and Toji went straight into pick mode. “Why the fuck?” Toji mumbled.

I was at Sal’s with Gojo and wanted to return Toji’s jacket. I meant to text you today but I got distracted.

They looked at each other and communicated with their eyes.

Ryomen: I can chat but not my room’s a mess.

You: I dont care, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.

“I sensed some flirtatiousness in that didn’t you?” Toji asked hyping up Sukuna and patting his chest. He nodded getting a little excited and doing a little shimmy with Toji. They both cleared their throats after a while and zeroed in on the screen.

Ryomen: Come up when you’re ready then :)

“Why the fuck did you add a smiley face? She’s gonna think I’m a creep. That’s how that bitch ass, Gojo, texts in the group chat too,” Sukuna berated.

Toji left the room laughing. Before Sukuna could bolt out after him and punch his ass, you were standing at the door, looking up at the man slightly leaning against the door frame. “Was I interrupting something?” you asked hearing Toji’s laughs from down the hallway.

“Nah, just Toji being an idiot. Typical,” Sukuna rolled his eyes before stepping aside for you to enter the room.

“Alright, Ryomen, just because you have some clothes on the floor and Mountain Dews on your night stand doesn't mean your room is messy," you pointed out, sitting on his bed.

He sat beside you you and chuckled, "You're saying that but your dorm is probably perfect. Nice and clean and organized, pink shit everywhere ..."

"Nah its worse. I have half-finished drinks and unwrapped snacks on my nightsand, way too many Red Bulls on my work desk, and my bed is never made. You could also probably swim through the clothes on my floor right now," you shrugged.

"What."

"What? I can't be good at everything. I just happen to keep my spaces messy when I'm stressed out," you explained.

"Me too," he mumbled looking around his room.

Some silence invaded the space between you before you spoke up, "I'm sorry I didn't look at the note. I'm even more sorry I didn't text you today. I've been busy," you started.

"I should be the one apologizing, _____. I called you a name one should never call a woman. I'm sorry for calling you a bitch. No reasoning can dismiss the fact that I disrespected you.”

“Wow, thank you, Ryomen,” said quietly.

He let a soft sigh. Hearing his name roll off your tongue so beautifully brought Sukuna great comfort. The name he once hated now made him feel most at peace in this moment because you were the one saying it.

“If you still don’t want to forgive me-“ he started before you immediately cut him off, “No, I do. I did last night. Your note was so thoughtful and perfect. I genuinely just got caught up in my day. I wish you would have just told me you were trying to defend me day of. I’m sorry about the matcha by the way and not giving you a chance.”

“Well, this is awkward. I thought I was going to have to give you my first born child for you to tutor me and hang out again,” he joked, rubbing the back of his neck.

You laughed with him, and the two of you talked for a little longer. You absentmindedly began to pick up some clothes and place them in the hamper. Together, without even realizing it, you had cleaned his room, and it was no longer looking as cluttered as it was earlier.

“It’s still 8:00. Do you wanna hit up the library?” Sukuna randomly suggested.

“Possibly. I have my bag,” you shrugged, trying to hide the smile gracing your lips by turning away and facing the door.

Your efforts were lost on Ryomen because he could see your raised cheekbones from behind.

. . .

-> next part

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[bluescreenvirus]

chaos' apology for + addressment of everything.

i am posting this for him as he is not logged in anymore and does not wish to, but this is directly copy and pasted from him. i will be posting other VERY important statements and information to help clear a few things up, especially regarding the misinfo involving sugarydeceit. i've already cleared some of that up privately, but i want it to be public info so ppl can feel secure. it may take longer than others to post due to being busy, but please keep an eye out if you could:

...

"first and foremost: i am sorry. i'm going to get into specifics but i want to preface with a blanket "i'm sorry" first.

to start, i'm sorry to ridley and friends and the ventblogs for not handling things better. i've been doing... bad, to put it lightly, ever since the document dropped. i've been unpacking nearly 8 years of constant abuse every day, and i've started taking it out on others. i have noticeably gotten worse than i used to be. which is an unfortunate part of healing. and i regret forcing the resulting harshness of my pain onto others, especially some minors. it wasn't your guys' fault for the things that happened to me, you shouldn't have been subjected to my ire. it was wrong. so again i am sincerely sorry for that.

and no, forgiveness is not my goal, i don't want anyone to demand i be forgiven or for anyone to feel obligated to forgive me. i don't have any problem getting mad at people who think it's okay to harass other people in my honor- it's not okay. it's never okay. and i'm really sorry that people did that. i'm not sure exactly what was sent to people originally, it's really hard for me to see/find things with how many people have me blocked, so i'm sorry if that apology feels too vague. but i am specifically sorry that people tried to blame ridley for me wanting to kms. it... was because of that situation, yes, but i don't want to put that on a kid, and no one else should either. especially if you're not me. why are you accusing anyone if you're not me. it's not your place. stop it.

i'm also sorry for the situation that sparked all of this. i really did believe that the ventblogs had a major problem with acting impulsively and making situations worse than they needed to be, however, i did not express that opinion in a nice way. and in the process i made people feel like i didn't care about the hate/harassment they had recieved. so i'm sincerely sorry for that, too.

i'm also sorry for bringing up kitty genovese. it was NEVER my intention to trivialize a rape+murder, i had hoped that would be obvious, but i saw that it wasn't and became angrier instead of calmly explaining what i meant. i only referenced kitty genovese in regards to the bystander effect- i know many in this fandom are young, so it's possible people googled her and saw a rape+murder case and took what i said very wrong. which i understand. if you don't know, kitty genovese is the main example used in every study of something called "the bystander effect", that's why i brought up the case. i felt the bystander effect applied to what i was experiencing. but it would've been better to just say the bystander effect, rather than assume everyone knew who kitty genovese was and the studies that stemmed from her case. i'm sorry again for all of that.

now i just. want to try and explain some things, if i may? i know people don't particularly want to listen to me anymore, so if you want to just stop reading at the apology, feel free. that's why i've separated the two. if you do choose to stop reading what i have to say here, i wish you well.

it was never ever my intention to make ridley feel attacked/endangered by me. i was just really, really scared, when i saw that ridley was sharing sugarydeceits/sweetfuls/lopsys lies about me, and people were believing them.

sugarydeceit has been harassing my partner and i for months- over half a year, actually, and has a history of doxxing people and sharing their names publicly. it even took one of the people to court, lio convoy, who i don't like as a person obviously, but sugarydeceit did take him to court. you can even find the recording of it on youtube. sugarydeceit has threatened to do the same thing with me many times. i've been careful to hide my personal information but even then it's not a guarantee of my safety. so i freaked out, and tunnel-visioned, because i need to keep myself and my partner safe from sugarydeceit. and any support it gets emboldens it to send us threats of death, harm, and other horrible things. i already woke up to some anons from it today because of all of this. [pictured below] having support has made it brave again when i had just finally gotten it to back off again a few days ago because it was stupid enough to insult sugar's grief about his dying great grandfather.—

[anon hate as a result of the mention of sugary deceit pictured above, one even targeting chaos abuse from KC by saying "go cuddle your little sis." not blaming anyone of course, this is only the fault of those who sent these anons.]

—that's why i wanted the posts taken down, on top of the fact that the information was untrue/exaggerated, which i'm sure sugar addressed in this post already. the posts put me and sugar in danger, the posts got us harassed- like i knew they would. i felt powerless and miserable and i didn't know what to do anymore. i really was making plans on how to kill myself because i thought it was over for me. i wasn't going to survive if the whole fandom began supporting my stalker, so i was in... survival mode, i guess. in that moment i wished i was back in the zcp. and i still kind of feel like that. it was abuse, but at least i didn't know that it was. it was a comfortable kind of misery. maybe that's just some weird kind of stockholm syndrome, i don't know.

i never want to come back to this fandom. it's absolutely mortifying to have my 'friends' all outcast and hate me for nearly 8 years, only to find a place i thought was safe, and then have the same exact thing happen. i haven't felt safe here ever since i was harassed for saying i didn't have enough information to pick sides in the maxim vs ridley situation, and then maxim himself was horrible to me in a way i can't address publicly right now, and then all of this. just being here scares me. all of anticare scares me. that's why i told people to not interact or use my ocs anymore. i was scared and just wanted to be left alone. it wasn't a personal attack against anyone, or me trying to invalidate previous support, i just had too many bad experiences that traumatized me and triggered me. i'm never even going to be able to release my own statement about my abuse because i'm terrified of the fandom picking it apart to try and invalidate me, or using the personal nature of the content to send me crueler targetted harassment, or just not caring.

i do have some involvement in the doc. i provided them with a fair amount of information considering my past proximity to kc, and i was able to confirm/deny things they were unsure about. i was going to have a section about my abuse, but i pulled out of adding it. so please don't discredit the entire doc just because you hate me. there are real predators, and real extremely damning pieces of evidence, addressed within it. and some other victims still made the choice to include their stories. so if you care about the other victims you'll spread it and support it. please.

the only further 'involvement' i'm probably ever going to have is boosting the doc when it comes out and answering any questions about it though i doubt i'll get any and i don't think i want to put them in the tag if i do answer any. if anything questions should be directed toward the doc blog and if they need an answer from me they'll ask me and parrot what i say.

the support was nice while it lasted and i appreciate it. but i can't be here anymore. and i would appreciate it if people just stopped talking about me so i don't have to be terrified of being put in danger when i can't defend myself. but i can't demand anything. i just hope someone will listen.

and i have changed my mind to agree with aobasgirlfriend, another victim, who iirc felt as though this comic shouldn't have a fandom anymore. i understand that point of view now. i don't think it should have a fandom anymore either. too many people were hurt using it, me included. i think everyone left should move on and let it die. there's nothing good that will come from staying. nothing at all.

if there's anything i've forgotten to address or apologize for, you can send it to bluescreenvirus because i'm logging out for an undetermined amount of time.

goodbye." — chaosblasts

[willothewispwisteriadawn]

I posted this on Reddit a LONG time ago. But here are my Until Dawn headcanons!

Josh's medical file saying he had incidents at school: I think they were based on emotional outbursts, but I also headcanon that he got in violent altercations with kids if he caught them picking on Hannah (for being shy and a little odd) or Chris (for being nerdy). He just went into angry big brother mode.

I think, in the past, that Mike and Matt tended to hang out a lot since they're guys, and Chris and Josh more hung out with each other. But, during the year between lodge visits, Chris and Mike began hanging out more. Chris was starting to need breaks from the everything going on with Josh, and Mike and Matt started to get a little awkward due to girl drama.

Josh wants Chris and Ashley to get together for these reasons: A) because he wants to see Chris win B) he finds the relationship kind of cool and cinematic C) while he's impressed by Mike's rizz, he's also annoyed at him for cycling through the girls in their group, particularly because of what happened to Hannah, and wants to prevent Mike from getting with anyone else D) I'm stealing this from someone, but Josh became aware of Sam's mom trying to set Sam up with Chris and is unhappy with that since he subconsciously likes Sam.

Chris's parents are doctors/nurses who work long shifts, and that's partially how he started spending a lot of time with tech and getting interested in it.

Chris's parents are well-off and will get him nice electronics for his birthday and Christmas, but are really against spoiling him so--the rest of the year--they make him buy pretty much all his own stuff with money he earned.

Emily and Jessica became close because of their interest in the fashion industry. They had really big dreams involving Jess being a famous model, and Emily being a well-known fashion editor. They used to have a spa night once a year where they watched *The Devil Wears Prada* (They are both very adamant that the Emily in that film is the best character, and they quote her all the time).

Ashley and Chris started studying together because Ashley is a whiz at English/literature and Chris is a whiz at math, and they joke about how they're now unstoppable because they tutor each other in their weaker areas.

Matt is not much of a reader, but Ashley got him hooked on faerie romances with girlboss characters, and they started meeting (subtly because neither of them want it to be public that they love this type of literature) to rave about the books. Matt listens to the audiobooks while he's working out. Chris started to catch onto the fact Matt/Ashley talk a lot, and he is internally a bit worried about it.

Bob and Melinda Washington adore Sam and Chris, because they were honestly a little concerned about Hannah and Josh developing good friendships. They don't like Mike much and, after the prank, they tried to cut him out of their lives and were not happy Josh wanted to invite him back up to the lodge but eventually relented. They are also a bit wary about Emily and Jess, but not as much as Mike.

Beth always picks the movie when the Washington siblings have little movie nights in their home theater. This is because Hannah and Josh have polar opposite tastes in films.

Emily keeps saying she's going to give Chris a make-over because he has no style, and she views this “as a challenge befitting of her skills and superior taste.” She's kind of insulting about it, and Chris gets very annoyed/defensive while also kind of getting that Emily doesn't actually dislike him and says some of this in fondness.

Sam is a bit of a big-sister figure to Ashley. She likes doting on her, because she views Ashley as sweet and sensitive.

Sam has another group of friends that she rock-climbs with.

Chris really loves sleeping and is always the first person to fall asleep on voice chat or at parties. He's a deep sleeper and sets like five different alarms. However, he also periodically games late at night (with the help of many energy drinks) so he specifically avoided signing up for any college classes before 11am so that he can sleep for most of the morning.

Chris got the group together for a D&D campaign (Btw, he references D&D at the seance). The following happened: Josh ended up moving it over to his house because he built a really cool setup for it, Sam was always the one to defuse fights, Emily complained about how stupid it was but was also really good at it (and opinionated about it), Josh kept trying to seduce monsters, Mike/Jess got obsessed with using "vicious mockery," Chris used NPCs to very subtly flirt with Ashley's character, and it all ended when Mike insisted they could take an enemy well above their levels--Emily's character died.

[joaonaodorme]

Birthday tears (P1)

Steve Harrington x sister!reader

Summary: Steve reminisces about his little sister, how little he sees her (and how much he misses her)

TW: mentions of child abuse, child neglect, and similar themes

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Steve wouldn’t say he misses you, but that’s mostly because you can’t really miss someone you barely know, could you?

You had always been different to him, he could tell straight from the moment you was born, and the first few years that followed.

You were smarter, Steve vaguely remembers something about you starting to speak way earlier than what was considered normal. You didn’t mind playing the quiet girl, didn’t mind sitting and putting the part of the perfect daughter. Maybe that’s why people, especially your parents, liked you more than him.

But he’s long since accepted it, and it’s not like it matter anymore, your parents are barely home anyways, so his time with you is short.

Really, he basically considers you a cousin. A cousin he sees more often than most of his cousins,sure, but still a cousin

It’s why he never understands why it gets so bad when it’s your birthday. The tears start early in the morning, and they don’t really stop until after he’s blown out your candles.

The only time the almost constant flow stops is when you two call. It’s always you calling first, excited to speak to him even if just for a few minutes.

You talk about your day, how the traveling is going and what your studying about- it’s the only real time he gets to talk to you through the phone, every other call that’s happened through the years ends up getting cut short for whatever reason.

And sure, you both send letters most of the time including a little picture of you too. But it’s not the same as hearing your voice.

He keeps every picture you send them in a stack inside little box, one that’s tucked away in his closet. For memories sake, of course.

And he only really touches them on your birthday, to stare at them when he sings you happy birthday.

It’s hard to look through them. You seem to grow up so fast and he can’t help but grieve the life where he sees you everyday, not once a month. A life where you stayed in Hawkins.

He’s so sure you would get along with his group. He’s so sure you would have love it here.

Most days, he doesn’t mention you at all, not even in his quiet muttering around the house. He spends his time with his friends- let that be the people who are actually his age or the party.

Those other days, when he’s lonely or he sees something that reminds him so much of you, he can’t help but hope that next time you come home, you’re there to stay. That your parents decide it’s no use to take you everywhere anymore, that he’s grown enough to take care of you

Because that would mean he doesn’t have to miss your latest discovery, let it be big or small.

That he isn’t the last person to know that you’ve changed a favorite color, that you no longer like your pasta that way, that you got the best mark on test despite barely actually attending school.

On those days, he’s constantly similarities between you and his friends- Someone says something that reminded him of you, Someone’s wearing something he thinks you’d like, someone plays a song you’ve mentioned before.

On those days, a few tear fall on his pillow before he can go to sleep, and he has to turn the family picture that stands by his bedside table because it’s a reminder of you.

He tries to convince himself that It doesn’t really matter anyway, because by morning his tears have long since dried, he turns the picture back to normal and you’re still not there.

But every year as he foolishly blows out the candles that’s aren’t even really meant for him, and makes a wish even if it’s that’s not how it’s meant to work, there’s a little voice in the back of his head that wonders if your wishing to stay in Hawkins, too. He wonders if you miss him like he misses you.

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[maudlynnn]

don't buy Green bananas

Relationship: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Summary: Caring about Tim Drake is easy. He's funny and quick and Jason honestly has a hard time keeping his hands to himself. Jason loves spending time with him- even if they aren't actually (officially) together because putting a label on things gives Tim hives or something. If only Tim would get with the memo.

Jason stands but keeps his hands resting on Tim’s shoulders, looking closer at the equations. “Is this widespread? Who’s the victim? Is it too complex for the hospital?” When Tim doesn’t answer right away Jason gives his shoulders a squeeze. “Uhh,” Tim makes a notation, clearly distracted. “No, just me. It’s not widespread.” Jason pauses, lets his hands slide from Tim’s shoulders as he takes a step back to study him. Tim looks fine. Exhausted, sure, but when is he not? “Sorry, I—” God, he’s tired. He must have misunderstood. Jason runs a hand through his hair. “Thought you meant you were poisoned. Why are you working on this right now?” Tim’s hand writes another chemical compound and then he finally looks up at Jason, blue eyes blinking owlishly up at him. “I am. I mean- yeah? I need the antidote for myself.”