#Is sm irreplaceable

[tboyquackity]

iits literally just one of the best medias ever made tho

[lilidawnonthemoon]

💫 𝓒𝓸𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓬 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼 🌌

[planetkiimchi]

send my love | l.jh

featuring: music producer!jihoon x musician!reader, secret relationship

word count: 936 words

summary — jihoon accidentally exposes your relationship with a slip of his tongue… in front of an entire school of students.

author’s note: had sm fun writing this and doing the bonus part <3 inspired by the songwriter that came to my school today!

Jihoon stands backstage, listening to the first few seconds of your song, “breaking down walls”, play. When it stops playing, the chorus of voices doesn’t stop, and he’s shocked to hear the students singing the lyrics to the song the two of you co-wrote together, their voices loud and clear in the multi-purpose hall.

He’d thought it would stop, but he swears only the first 3 seconds of the song were played, yet they sing all the way to the chorus before stopping.

Still in a daze, he barely notices when he’s signalled to go onstage, but he pulls himself together and does exactly that. He’s prepared a presentation for the students, to let them know a little bit more about songwriting and how he came to write songs, and a few tips he has for anyone who might be looking to become a songwriter.

He was invited to speak because your song was a top hit, and the lyrics were about breaking down the barriers of mental illnesses with the help of medication, proper treatment, good relationships and healthy coping strategies.

Mental health is something that he’s struggled with for a while. Every time he feels low, and his mental health is waning, he writes a song about it.

He writes about other things, but his favourites are probably the songs that he writes coming out of a slump caused by executive dysfunction, when he manages to get his life back on track again.

The school he’s visiting is holding activities for mental health week, and this presentation he’s giving is among the last few before they wrap up the week.

Of course, Jihoon mentions you in his presentation, because you’re the singer of “breaking down walls”, a song that the two of you wrote over a series of months, rarely exiting the studio except occasionally to get food. He probably calls you stunning a couple of times—he can’t remember, but he’s always found you the better looking between both of you anyway. You’re also more popular, so he apologises that you can’t be there because you’re busy preparing for your concert the day after.

He was nervous getting onstage to speak to such a large audience, and he can’t say he’s ever been gifted at public speaking, but he thinks he does an okay job. The crowd is relatively quiet, and he hopes the soft buzz is just the students excitedly talking about the content of his presentation.

When he’s finished delivering his points, one of the music teachers that he briefly met backstage comes onstage. Two students bring out two chairs for the two of them to sit, and the Q&A segment starts.

Jihoon feels that this is the part he was most nervous for. Before getting onstage, he wondered what he would say when asked about this song. It’s very close to his heart, and while he’s co-written a different song before, with a different friend, about mental health too, it wasn’t really the same. It’s hard to explain, but the you and his other friend have different styles, and he thinks “breaking down walls” holds a special place in his heart. It’s truly an irreplaceable song.

Because of how important “breaking down walls” is to him, Jihoon finds it difficult to articulate his emotions without feeling extremely overwhelmed, and he’s afraid tears may start flowing if he thinks too much about it.

However, his fears are eased when the teacher begins speaking. The teacher asks Jihoon simple questions like what’s his favourite song he’s written, and one of your songs that he finds criminally underrated.

These are easy to answer; he barely hesitates before launching into a full-blown explanation for his two choices, and he’s bolstered by the cheers of agreement from the students.

Jihoon gets really into it when asked about “breaking down walls”, managing to word his feelings without getting too emotional. After all that worrying, he’s impressed with himself when he manages to phrase it as “writing lyrics from the bottom of his heart, with all of his soul”, expressing his gratitude for all the support the two of you have received for this song.

As the teacher brings the Q&A segment to a close, the students burst into a round of applause. Jihoon thinks you might want to see how much admiration they have for you, so, taking out his phone, he says, “I’ll send Y/n my love—I mean, your love.”

He doesn’t blush, but his palms grow sweaty. He subtly wipes them on his lap before hitting the “record” button on his phone.

”Hey, Y/n. I hope you’re having a good time preparing for the concert. There are some people who’d like to say hi to you.” He smiles, thinking about how you’ll look receiving his message in the middle of rehearsals, hoping he can give you a boost in energy.

He turns the camera around to show the students, who—to their credit—cheer so loudly his eardrums feel like they’re going to burst. When he turns it back to himself, Jihoon says, “That’s all I have to say. Enjoy the rehearsals!”

He stops recording, and turns to the students. “I’ll send it to them and let you know. Thank you so much for having me.”

He’s escorted away from the venue with a gift from the school, but all he can think of is the way he slipped up onstage. He still sends the video, but he receives a notification on X first.

Clicking it open, he finds something that makes his face turn pink. He’s glad he slipped up, after all.

—

Bonus (the tweet in question):

[luveline]

i have a request idea! maybe aaron x reader where the reader is bullied/ being maltreated by her roommates like that one remus headcanon you filled? i love protective hotch but i get it if you don’t think this goes with him! your fics give me sm comfort thank you for writing them <3

thank you my love. fem, 1.5k

cw bullying/ unfriendly roommates

You can't believe it's Aaron's car. No way is his timing this bad. There's just no way he's home from a case, that he's chosen to visit without calling first, today. Right now. 

He's out of the car before you've so much as wiped your cheeks dry. You've never seen him park that fast. 

"What are you doing out here?" he asks, looking you up and down. "Let me help you up, sweetheart." 

Sweetheart so soon after seeing you —you must look terrible. You take his hand and stand up off of the floor, unperturbed as he brushes down your butt and thighs. 

"Why are you sitting on the floor?" he asks, soft, "It's wet, honey, you're crying– What's wrong?" 

You remember suddenly that you have someone on your side. Shaking, you tuck your arms under his and cross them behind his back, the fabric of his suit jacket familiar under your trembling fingers. You feel like a kid again at the mercy of other people's cruelty, but this hasn't been something you could run away from. The meanness takes root at home. But now Aaron's here and he's holding you, his hand coming up to cup the back of your head delicately, his voice a murmur as he reassures you, "It's alright." He presses his cheek to the plane just adjacent to your eye. "Honey, please don't cry." 

"They smashed my vase," you say into his chest. 

"Who?" 

"My roommates, Aaron, they don't– don't like me." The vase was a gift. Special to you, irreplaceable, you've brought it safely from one place to another without ever having broken it. It was in the kitchen, housing your most recent bouquet of flowers from Aaron. "Macy said it fell over, but they were laughing, and they said the same thing about my bag, my– my sketchbook. They keep ruining my things, they throw away my food, and they laugh at me all the time, even when I'm not doing anything. I know they are."  

The laughing is honestly the worst part. Like your reaction isn't even worth considering, it doesn't bother them that you're upset, they just giggle and tell you to feel better. Sometimes they apologise like it wasn't them. Sorry about that, maybe don't leave it somewhere it could get ruined? with a smile that hardly counts as sympathetic. 

"How long has this been happening?" he asks. 

Months. "Since we met, at least." 

Aaron makes a noise you don't understand. You wait for him to say more, but he only rubs your back diligently for a time before ushering you into the car. A bag of takeout has gone cold in the passenger seat, the backseat busy with his go bag and a new bouquet. He's very, very good to you. 

In the car, he reaches across the console to fret over you, stroking your damp cheeks and rubbing your shoulders. You feel as though all your energy has been stolen. All you can do is lean into his hand as he wipes away your quiet tears. 

—

Hotch watches you cry in his passenger seat and feels pretty angry. It's not often like him to turn to anger when the people he cares about are upset. He's more of a problem solver. But when it's as bad as it is now, he doesn't bother restraining himself. 

He knew there was something about your roommates that you weren't telling him. Obviously, as the partner in the relationship who doesn't have roommates, Hotch hosts the majority of your 'sleepovers'. It's easier and awards more privacy most of the time, and honestly, he's not at the age where he's very interested in bumping into people on the way to the bathroom in the middle of the night. He'd prefer to be home, and much prefer to have you there. 

He was wondering about asking you to move in, but there never seemed to be a good time, and right now your answer would likely be influenced by the insecurity of your home rather than true desire to live with him. He knows one day, he'll ask, and one day you'll say yes, (or he hopes), and so he keeps it in mind but otherwise proposes a temporary arrangement. 

"Let's go get some of your things and you can stay with me for a few days," he says. 

"Are you sure?" you ask. "What about Jack?" 

"He'll be happy for the company. Trust me." 

Hotch isn't shallow, but he likes being that little bit taller than you, and he's no brute, either, but he knows he's intimidating at times. He'd never use his position to scare private citizens in civilian disputes, but seeing the amusement in the eyes of your  roommates turn to nervous recognition when he follows in behind you makes his day. 

She's not alone, he thinks, putting his hand to your back. 

He might put their behaviour down to jealousy. Not so much that they wish they were with Hotch, there's hardly been any desire for him coming from either woman, but your happiness. You're a nice girl, a good girl, good in the sense that you don't need to knock others down to be happy. He treats you accordingly. 

He pointedly doesn't greet them as you show him the corridor down to your room. Your door is ajar, which he doesn't like, but you don't say anything about your things. 

"What do you need?" he asks.

"How long will I stay?" 

"However long you need to. If you want time to feel better while we manage this, or you need to move. I'm with you." He again thinks of the lack of a lock. "I'd say bring your valuables, honey. So nothing miraculously breaks." 

He ends up packing for you. He knows you well, and he's more than aware of what you'll need to survive for a week. What clothes, which pyjamas you favour, even your skincare. He has a career in identifying small details, but it's a better duty knowing you so well. He does that for fun. 

You stop by the door and turn into his side, hesitant to leave. He hates seeing you wilted, usually so bright. "They're talking about me." 

Your roommates are indeed whispering in the kitchen and Hotch would bet money that you're correct, but he doesn't want to encourage that line of thought. It could easily become a seed of doubt that leaves you anxious and paranoid. 

"I'd hope they were discussing their own bullying," he says. 

You rest your forehead on his arm. "What did I ever do to them?" 

"You're happy. You're grateful and loving, and some people can't stand it. They can't rope you into their misery," he guesses. "Have you considered the possibility that you're a bad roommate?" 

You laugh into his jacket reluctantly. "You know I'm not."

"Maybe you behave with me," he says, rubbing the top of your shoulder. Your laughter draws a silence in the kitchen. Hotch can't help himself. "Don't forget to turn your security camera on before we leave," he says, holding a finger over his lips. 

You smile. "Oh, I almost forgot about that." 

Your roommates aren't so full of cheer as you go. At least without a lock on the door, Hotch can be confident that his… bending of the truth will buy your possessions a few more days of safety. You don't have to tell your roommates that you're leaving, evidenced by your bags, but Hotch is feeling awful, and he says, "Do you have your bathing suit? Your passport's in the bag." 

"What is wrong with you?" you whisper through laughter as the door closes behind you both. "I had no idea you were this quick to tell lies." 

Hotch pulls your bag further up his arm to take your hand. "I wasn't lying about anything, your passport is in the bag, and I asked a question. If that question implies that you're about to have a fun weekend, that's coincidental." 

He doesn't want your roommates thinking they have any power over you. Not an inch of it. And he doesn't want you thinking that they do either, knee deep in plans for the forthcoming days. He's going to spoil you to death if he can, starting with a new vase for your waiting flowers, and a good squeeze on the way down to the car to prompt you into relaxing. 

"Sorry about all the fuss," you say. 

He kisses you twice. "Don't think of it that way." Rather boss-toned, he softens, "I'll deal with anything for you. I'm sorry they've been cruel." 

You exhale. He can tell from the tug of your eyebrows that it's partly for his benefit, and the more lax set of your shoulders that it's partly genuine as you brush it off. "Doesn't matter. Just an excuse to spend more time with you, yeah?" 

"Yes," he says immediately. "You're right, honey. Exactly right." Starting with one of his clumsy neck massages and a much more practised kiss, he thinks. 

[suiana]

icl u pmo n ts pmo sm ngl r u fr rn b fr I h8 bein diff idek anm mn js I h8 ts y r u so b so fr w me rn cz… lol oms

icl ts pmo sm n sb rn ngl, r u srsly srs n fr rn vro? lol atp js qt 💔👿🥺🤬😳

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[untitledrockstar-if]

mc like yes I’m stupid??? 👉👈 stupid in LOVE, it’s called romance!!!!! <3333 ooohhhh I love a lovesick mc sm, but also fr, if mc was sane and normal and rational then this story couldn’t even be possible and there’s no way they could handle dating someone like R, especially this long like 3 years is a LONG time for a celebrity relationship tbh their shit is so on and off usually so clearly mc is dependent BUT irreplaceable in some way for now 🙂‍↕️ demo will reveal all, let Mara (and Mc) cook

3 years is hella long fr, I know 😭 that's why everyone thought they would make it but alas 💔

mc and R are stupid in love however, like they're so in love sometimes it's sickening!!! I'm excited to get into it hehe

[fatuismooches]

HIII it's 🐓!!!! :3 I saw u needed ideas so I decided to share some of my brainrot with u!!!!! So here me out.... reader confessing to akademiya dottore during valentines day!!!!!!!

zandik so focused on his studies he doesn't pay any attention to the upcoming holiday (he doesn't care about it anyway, he's never gotten anything)

meanwhile reader is working their ass off to make him the most scrumptious chocolates ever, they're also killing their wallet by buying him a pretty bouquet of flowers :3

he notices their subtle stress and uneasiness but maybe doesn't comment on it

when the day comes reader, who is unusually nervous, asks him to meet them at the giant ruin guard in the forest because they want to examine and explore it (he is excited by this)

they spend the day exploring and then when it's almost night time and they're leaving reader shyly confesses to him and gives him the chocolates n flowers ... 🥺

I love them sm I am ill....

- 🐓anon

Perhaps it was horribly cliche to confess on Valentine's Day. But perhaps that was also why it was the best - Zandik would never see it coming, not when he didn't care the slightest for the holiday. He always scoffed in disdain at the cringey display of supposed love and affection, much preferring to distance himself away from such acts. So it also may be dumb to confess on a day that he didn't even like, but, maybe you could change that too?

You were... 94.67% sure Zandik liked you back, so your plan had a pretty good chance of succeeding. You were just very nervous, of course. Who wouldn't be nervous about confessing, much less to a man like Zandik? He was so... not the kind of guy for love. But you loved him anyway. You had gone out of your way to make sweets, which you knew he'd love even if he denied it. (But was it odd to give him flowers? You hoped not. You wonder if he'd notice the kind of flowers you specifically picked out. He was pretty observant, right? But maybe not in matters of the heart...)

When you ask Zandik to explore with you, naturally he accepts not only for knowledge purposes but he can also get away from the bumbling lovesick fools in the Akademiya. Yes, he can be with someone with an impeccable brain, who never lets him down and matches his skills, who also happens to have a pretty face and body... eyes that soften when they look at him... and gentle touches and a sickeningly sweet voice he says he despises... Well- dismissing those factors, you are an irreplaceable assistant above all else. He just has to ignore those... distracting features of yours.

Your uncharacteristic nervousness would immediately make Zandik know something is up, and he would just demand that you tell him already so the whole matter can be resolved and wrapped up. He doesn't like it when your mind is occupied with other things, it hinders progress (he doesn't like seeing you bothered and upset.) The scholar is ranting about all of this when all of a sudden you push the gifts into his lap with your face turned, too embarrassed to face his reaction. Needless to say, it's one of the very few times you've managed to make him speechless.

He finishes the chocolates the same night while you sleep with his shirt on.

[irrevocablecondition]

I'm intrigued in national parks and book recs

hiii <3 so this one is my pride and joy, my bb, my inner interests coming out because THIS one??? this is volcanologist sirius !

sirius is a volcanologist who, after his brother's death, spends life waiting for the next thrill. he's always running through everything and so far his career has been emergency outings to eruptions and high-risk situations. until,,, he's placed at yellowstone (BOOO BORING "VOLCANO" THAT ISN'T TECHNICALLY A VOLCANO) for a nine month residency.

this is volcanologist sirius and watchtower remus. this is two men dealing with their grief in different ways, this is sirius in the field with a walkie talkie and remus who lets sirius' voice fill his tower without replying.

everyone is here and they all have their own lil roles at the park but peter and sirius are the Big friendship here as peter is a botanist and works close by to sirius studying volcanic plants :3

and the "book recs" part is inspired by one of my favourite games, firewatch. remus is a hermit, he "never" leaves his tower. but ! in the cache boxes around the park, sirius finds all of these annotated books from remus' excursions soooo whilst remus is grumpy and non-commital on the walkie talkie, sirius is learning so much about him through notes in the margins and-

AHHHH VOLCANOLOGY !!! this is a WIP that i'm chipping away at very slowly because i'm enjoying reliving my volcanology past and exploring all of that again, and i'm so determined to make this such a heartwarming and comforting, but also such a SAD story about found families and the irreplaceable void of your blood one.

UGHHHH i love them. i love them sm. this my wolfstar thesis.

[nunan-neomuyeppeoseo]

I have another one omg it's sorry ! I just saw that you write for suju so I need to take this chance !

Maybe leeteuk being madly inlove with their groups Maknea (male reader) and literally spoiling him and all and the others are getting a little sick off them but they also spoil the reader so they can't say anything! But yea I joke it's ok

𝗁𝗂𝗂𝗂 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖨 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗃𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖤.𝖫.𝖥 𝗍��𝗅𝗅 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖾!!! 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀!!

𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲𝘀 ── 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗎

𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗎'𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝗒𝖾𝗍 ��𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆!𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖽.

○▹ 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗎 𝗑 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 (𝖿𝗍. 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗎𝗃𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌) 𝘄𝗰. 𝟦𝟨𝟩 𝘄. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 (𝟣𝟫𝟪𝟪), 𝟧 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗉, 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗃𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆!𝗇, 𝗀𝖺𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗎, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀.

Jeongsu held the strong belief that having favourite’s among the members of Super Junior wasn't healthy for group dynamics. Whenever the group was interviewed and he was questioned about his favourite member, he consistently responded with a light-hearted remark, saying, "My favourite member is whoever has been nicest to me this week." This humorous approach conveyed his desire to avoid showing any favouritism within the group.

Jeongsu couldn't shake the feeling that no matter what, Super Junior's youngest member would always have a unique and irreplaceable spot in his heart; For two reasons, M!n held the position of the youngest member (maknae) in the group. Despite having to sometimes engage in conflict with him, the others, including his boyfriend, showed him love and care. Secondly, M!n's status as his boyfriend naturally affected the way he interacted with him and with the other group members.

Jeongsu was acutely aware that both his fellow group members and their dedicated fans could easily perceive the special treatment he gave to m!n. It troubled him deeply, as he never wished for any of his bandmates to feel excluded. However, despite his earnest efforts, he found it incredibly challenging to suppress his deep affection for his boyfriend. Their history dated back to 2003 when m!n joined SM at the age of 15, while Jeongsu was just 20. It wasn't until 2009 that they finally embarked on a romantic relationship, a fact that was not shared with their fans until late in 2015.

For nearly 20 years, Jeongsu has deeply cherished and respected m!n and his unwavering work ethic. Despite the group facing the threat of disbandment multiple times, as well as challenges related to family and internal company issues, m!n has consistently stood by Jeongsu. Because of this, Jeongsu feels an eternal sense of gratitude towards m!n.

Members and fans have always admired the relationship dynamics within the group. However, certain members have grown weary of what they perceive as favouritism in the group, particularly when it comes to Jeongsu's behaviour. They feel that Jeongsu is always saving food for his boyfriend, only inviting one specific member out, and often paying for their meals. The other members have become increasingly frustrated with this perceived bias and attempted to address it, only to have Jeongsu turn the tables on them.

Jeongsu mentioned that, since 2003, they have shown a lot of love and care for m!n, especially because he was the youngest. Kyuhyun didn't even hug the members, so m!n got most of the love and affection from the others.

The group was completely perplexed by the situation. They hadn't even been aware of the way they had been treating m!n, and now they couldn't even point fingers at their leader for playing favourite’s, as they were just as guilty of such behaviour.

𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗌𝗈 𝖨'𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒

[imagine-silk]

Hi! I’ve got a request if you’re still doing fallout 4 ones. Can we have our companions reaction to a SoSu who affectionately treats synths, especially their synth companions, as their grandchildren given most of them were made with Shaun’s DNA?

Like checking in on them a lot, making sure they’re taking care of themselves, being a bit overprotective given the lose of their spouse and Shaun, etc.

》Very cute. I've actually seen a comic that covered this topic kind of by nimblerscout here.

》I'm gonna retcon the plot a bit so the player knows they need to get to the Institute but needs to find a way in. So they know what a synth is and where they technically land on their family tree.

【Cait】 "Should I care? All I'm hearing is there a lot more people on the planet."

At first she doesn't really care, the act is genuine at that point. But when she sees how well you treat them and almost baby them she gets a bit jealous. No one ever did that to her, even when she was young. She will never admit to it, not even if you tried to torture it out of her. If you fawn over one of your grandkids in front of her she'll roll her eyes and look away pouting. Sometimes she'll think about if she's a synth so she can get the same treatment.

【Codsworth】 "Just so you know, I don't expect to make five-hundred lunches everyday."

He supports the idea to a reasonable degree. He loves the idea of you having grandchildren. Maybe you have a little more than the average nuclear family but that's they charm of it, wouldn't you say. That being said he will not allow you to house them all, there's hundreds of them. They can visit but only a few at a time and no more than four can live with you, not including Shaun, he will always make room for the young master.

【Curie】 "Oh my! A gift? Thank you. What a lovely thought."

When she gets her new body you immediately treat her as family. Not that you didn't treat her good before it's just different. And she loves the way you make her feel, absolutely loved and pampered. She doesn't really see anything you do as weird or questions it because you are technically right, she does come from your DNA one generation removed. With her new emotions you help her express what exactly she's feeling and try to give her positive emotions to understand first by giving her gifts or asking what she's working one and allowing her to talk your ear off. She's also the one that is most comfortable calling you grandpa/grandma.

【Danse】 "Good boy."

He was very confused when Dogmeat kept smelling him and basically fell in love with him immediately. Not that he ever really complained about it, he actually got very attached to him. If you were traveling with him Dogmeat would stick to him like glue. After he found out why and that you never told him it fundamentally broke something inside him. You knew and that's why you always tried to steer him to a different path. Your love was not only conditional but irreplaceable and would never stop. Unable to turn to anyone else he leaned into your love, knowing what it meant now. He can't remember the last time someone treated him like a child, not even in his earliest memories.

【Deacon】 "That's better than anything I could come up with."

He thinks it's funny... up until you give him the details about your son and spouse. He'll try to joke on the subject and shows you around the Railroad HQ, introducing who's your grandkids and who are just regular people. Because you have such a personal stake in synths well-being he has no doubt about where your loyalties lie. If you want to keep it a secret he won't tell a soul. You wanna tell the whole Railroad he'll get the equivalent of popcorn ready to watch the whole thing go down. He will also help you deal with Desdemona by stalling her so you can spend as much time with your son as you can.

【Dogmeat】 Sniffs before letting out a happy bark.

He's noticed how you are more protective of some people verses other, and he can tell the difference with how they smell. He can smell if someone is a synth or not which outs a lot of people as a side effect. To make up for it he is extremely protective of them and will go to bat for them as much as he does for you.

【Hancock】 "These are our new brothers and sisters. Give them a warm welcome.

As much as he didn't like the Institute after they were gone and the synths were displaced he had no issue with them, quite the opposite. He is more than willing to integrate them into Goodneighbor safely when news spread that the Institute was gone. Everyone is welcome in all shapes and sizes. When he sees you doting on them every time you visit he laughs. When you tell him they are your grandkids he laughs even more and encourages your behavior. The idea of you having nothing but love for freaks and weirdos makes him happy. You love the residents both old and new so he's all for it.

【MacCready】 "Grandkids? I mean, I guess you could call them that. I'd go for 'clones one generation removed' but whatever you say."

At first he doesn't understand why you even care for them in the first place. Sure they have your DNA but can you even call them your family. Once you explain exactly what happened he imagined if his son grew up and had kids he'd probably kill for them. Still, his son would never have hundreds of kids but he can kind of understand it. If he spots one of them he'll also help them knowing you'll probably pay him for it, or if you already have a close relationship with him because he knows it will make you happy.

【Nick】 "I'm not even sure we come from the same branch. Got a bit too many holes in me, if you know what I mean."

As far as proving you have the same DNA he doesn't really care about that in the slightest. If it makes you happy to believe that he's fine with it. But do not treat him like a child. He'll humor you most days and will allow you to go out of your way to help and protect him but he draws the line at patronizing him. He's mentally older than you and has to deal with weirdos and bigots all the time, don't add to that list of people that annoy him. But if you wanna crack a joke or two about it that's fine by him. Sometimes he even finds it funny.

【Piper】 "You knew?!"

You don't tell her about what Dogmeat does and what it means, you tell her it's just something he does that you can't explain. After you find the Institute expecting your son to welcome you with open arms you find out he's dying. So you spend what time you can spare with him as he slips away inch by inch. Piper doesn't know anything about what you're going through with him though and thinks the only reason you haven't destroyed the Institute is because your little boy is still in there, that you still need to find him or gain a way to access him. When she does find out she's pissed. When you've finally dealt with the Institute, after your son died, you decided to tell her. She doesn't stay mad for very long because you did follow through and ended their reign of terror.

【Preston】 "Can you... maybe help me figure out where to place them?"

He does and doesn't understand. He cares about the hundreds of synths that were displaced and you had a direct cause in that happening. Of course you felt a responsibility to them. But to treat them all as your children was strange to him, even more so when you had a hard time choosing where they should go. They couldn't stay in one settlement, there were too many. He regrets ever going to you to help decide this, you were taking a long time because 'you didn't want to choose favorites between your grandkids'. He ended up taking care of it and watched you say bye to every single one.

【X6】 "Could you refrain from touching me? No, I am not embarrassed, you are dirty."

He tries to avoid your fawning and doting as much as he can, especially while the Institute is running. If you don't listen to him he will eventually get annoyed enough to smack your hand away and tell you to stop again. But after a long period of time he just doesn't comment on it hoping you'll stop one day. You don't. When the Institute is gone and he gets stranded on the surface he better understands where you're coming from and will allow you to dote on him. But he will never allow you to protect him. He will always put himself between you and danger, forcefully if he needs to. You could talk him into most anything, a family picture, give him gifts, in private you can even get him to call you grandpa/grandma. Only in private.

[thatswhatsushesaid]

Do you ever get frustrated when fandom lumps SMS in with charactera like JGS, WC, WLJ, etc? Maybe it's just a very stupid pet peeve of mine but I really wish people would stop lumping SMS in with cartoon villains because he is very much not one. He is a Character and a very crunchy one at that

hmm. the thing is i personally don't see sms lumped into the same category as those characters very often. which isn't to say those shitty takes don't exist, just that i haven't stumbled across them in the tags recently, probably because the people who feel that way about him have me blocked. honestly i think the thing that most bugs me about common fandom mischaracterization of sms--and this is about fic rather than meta or other garbage hot takes--isn't that he is turned into a cartoonish villain absolutely unrecognizable from his canon characterization. that shit exists for sure, but it isn't really what bugs me the most.

what really frustrates me is that he often just. isn't there. at all. because he's seen as boring and incompetent and uninteresting to write about, you see.

and that to me feels like a depressing, but also fitting reflection of how much of the cultivation world sees sms: just this forgettable nobody who can't do anything right, who fucks up trying to summon a sword from a lake, who in the novel tries to give mianmian up to wen chao, then clumsily shoots the protagonist with a fucking arrow while trying to help, who's a petty and resentful coward doomed by the massive chip he carries on his own shoulder. which is true, he is absolutely all of those things. he just isn't only those things.

because in cql, he's also the guy who is desperately afraid for lan xichen's safety during the burning of the cloud recesses and pleads for him not to stay behind, but to run and take the irreplaceable tomes of the gusu lan library with him. this, right before he is abandoned by the rest of the inner disciples and is left to fend for himself against wen xu while the rest of the outer disciples are slaughtered around him. yes, he caves and admits to wen xu what the secret is to enter the cold pond cave where lqr, lwj and the others are hiding, and admits that lan xichen has fled with what is left of the library. but look at his face while he's enduring this:

this 👆👆👆 is not the behaviour of a coward. it's the behaviour of a brave man who has cracked under extreme pressure. because su minshan fought! he tried to protect his sect! and he lost! and the inner disciples, including lan wangji, can hear all of this as it happens from within their hiding place. this betrayal of the gusu lan by su minshan is also, imo, a betrayal of su minshan's loyalty up to this point. the gusu lan owed him better than this.

su minshan rewards loyalty with loyalty, and with courage. and i don't think there's a better example of this in the text than his dogged determination to protect jin guangyao during the guanyin temple confrontation. i know i've written about his death scene in the novel several times before, but i'm going to haul out the quotes one more time because i find the scene as beautiful as it is tragic:

As expected, gurgles came from within Nie MingJue’s throat. His body turned away from the empty coffin as well. At once, he realized whom the person lying on Su She’s back was. Wei WuXian’s whistles could no longer stop him either. Like a gust of wind, Nie MingJue rushed over, his palm flying towards Jin GuangYao’s head.

Su She dodged to the side with force. With the tip of his foot he picked up the sword that had fallen to the ground and conjured up all of his spiritual energy in one thrust at Nie MingJue’s heart. Perhaps because of the dire situation, the attack was abnormally swift and ruthless. Brimming with spiritual energy, the blade glowed brightly, enveloped by swirling radiance. It was so much better than all of the previous seemingly-elegant attacks that even Wei WuXian wanted to praise its excellence. Nie MingJue was forced a step back by the explosion of an attack as well. As the light dimmed somewhat, Nie MingJue went forth again, clawing at Jin GuangYao unstoppably. Su She threw Jin GuangYao at Lan XiChen with his left hand, while with his right he sliced at Nie MingJue’s throat.

Nie MingJue’s entire body was as impenetrable as fine steel, but not the thread that stitched his neck together!

If the neck attack succeeded, even if it wouldn’t defeat Nie MingJue entirely, it’d still be able to save them some time. However, the sword had been infused with so much spiritual energy, due to Su She’s sudden explosion, that it could no longer withstand it. Halfway through the lunge, it broke into pieces with a crack. On the other hand, Nie MingJue’s punch landed right in the center of Su She’s chest. Su She’s splendor left as quickly as it came. He couldn’t even spit out a mouthful of blood or say a few last words, no matter with dignity or cruelty, before the life in his eyes went out.

Collapsed beside Lan XiChen, Jin GuangYao saw this scene as well. Whether because the bleeding and the pain intensified at his arm and stomach or from some other reason, the glisten of tears could be seen in his eyes.

- EXR Translation (Ch. 108)

anyway, su minshan may begin the novel as a coward with a grudge, but i think his death proves that he was never actually afraid to die. he just needed to find a reason--a person--worth dying for.

[berriweb]

╰┈➤ ❝ IRREPLACEABLE ❞

: ̗̀➛ ft. miguel o’hara x gn! reader

: ̗̀➛ synopsis. in a system of infinite universe with infinite variants, miguel will always choose you

: ̗̀➛ a/n. okay i literally have sm other stuff i could be writing but this idea popped up in my head after that one request i did the other day and now i have this lil thought i wanted to write :D random side note: i listened to the mordecai and spongebob version of golden hour while writing this

The lights in the room were dimmed, almost to the point where the place could’ve been considered pitch dark if not for the glowing buttons. The multitude of screens surrounding him were the only thing that lit up his face and what would’ve been a serene silence was ruined by the audio from the video that played in front of him echoing across the room. He sat hunched over, growing tired of standing long ago, glued to the holographic pictures that played.

Miguel’s eyes were dry and likely would’ve made a sound had a blinked, but his gaze was too focused on the video to worry about the fact that he couldn’t remember the last time he looked away. How could he? Not when he looked so happy on screen, stomping around with his daughter on his shoulders, making jokes that he could now only reminisce and wish he could relive. He’d seen it so many times he began to memorize every detail both from memory and the screen, down to the second the soccer ball came into view. How could he look away from that?

He didn’t. Not when Lyla tried to remind him of the members he’d planned to meet earlier that day (and ultimately stood up), not when his watch buzzed as many made attempts to contact him, he ended up turning it off to avoid being interrupted, and not when the sound of the doors to the room sliding open filled the room. He had no reason to worry or concern himself with why they opened or who was trying so hard to bother him, there was only one person who he allowed to always enter unannounced, hence why Lyla let you in.

Miguel didn’t need any spider sense to know it was you, not when he was so familiar with your presence that he instantly recognized the pace of your footsteps, the spaces between every breathe you took, the pattern of your movements as you swung up on his platform. He was used to your touch, but made no move to return the affection when your hands ran up his hunched over back, tracing over every visible definition of his muscle before your arms wrapped around his neck, hoisting yourself up and pressing your cheek against his shoulder.

“It’s late.”

Miguel, for the first time in what was likely hours, broke free from the trance his past memories had hooked him into, but only long enough to let out a small hum in response to your statement.

He felt a hand snake up from his shoulder to his cheek, unconsciously leaning into your touch when your thumb ran over his defined cheekbones. He reached up to intertwine his fingers with your own as your hand cupped his jaw, but made no attempt to acknowledge your presence or pull his attention away from the footage.

His posture was lacking; his shoulders hung low and his neck was stretched forward and his head hung low. With eye bags that looked as though they could rival grocery bags in terms of which could carry more items and the stiffness of his body it was clear that Miguel was exhausted, and while he could’ve just up and left at any time you knew better than to hope for such a thing and you had a feeling he did too, he didn’t really have a choice. He just needed a push.

“You look tired.”

“I am tired.”

You both were aware of that. You remained silent for a long moment, allowing him to have his moment that he so desperately.

“You can’t keep yourself up dwelling on the past, I’m sure that’s not what she would’ve wanted.”

For what was likely the first time all day, Miguel looked away from the screen. His eyes seemed to drift yet they eventually met your own, and the sympathy you couldn’t hide in your own gaze almost made him feel bad for staying in so long with no warning, he must have kept you up waiting.

“You don’t know that.”

“You’re right, but I know if it were me I wouldn’t want you acting like this.”

There was a long, and you could see the calculating look in his eyes as he thought through every word that left his mouth.

“It wouldn’t be you.”

With his attention finally on you, you brought your other hand to cup the other side of his face and turned his head, maneuvering his head around to look him over and he surprisingly let you do so. Stilling, you looked him in the eyes once more.

“Do you think she can wait until tomorrow?”

It was your indirect way of telling him it’d gone on for long enough. You could never understand the pain he was going through or relate to the grief he must’ve felt every time you’d find him on his platform rewatching the footage of his days with his daughter, nor would you claim to, but you could try to reel him back in to keep him from holding himself back when he’d indulge for too long. You wanted him back, you wanted to help him, you wanted to sleep, and you refused to do it alone.

A soft exhale left his nose and he looked away, seemingly contemplating your invitation hidden in the form of a question. With a defeated voice, he mumbled for Lyla to stop the video and shut it all down for the rest of the night. Without a word, she obliged and the screens went dark while at the same time the lights came back on.

Unbeknownst to him, a small relieved smile crossed your face as you pulled back enough bury your face into his back. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you clung to his figure as Miguel stood and the platform lowered, feeling him relax under you before he suddenly spoke again, uttering a small apology for keeping you up that you hardly caught. He must’ve noticed the time displayed on the last screen before it shut down.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

You wanted to take his mind off things, but that was easier said than done and any attempts would only momentarily turn his focus rather than aid his aching heart. Instead you thought back to his prior statement. It wouldn’t be you. You prayed your curiosity wouldn’t be considered inconsiderate.

“Miguel…” he gave no response to your starter, but you knew he was listening. “If it were us, and I was gone, had there been another universe where you-”

“Out of the question.”

He cut you off before you could finish and he could entertain the idea, and you let him. “You’re irreplaceable.”

Miguel felt the strength of your arms around him tighten and a small breathe leave your lips.

“Promise?”

“Swear.”

“You look tired.”

“I am tired.”

The ground was littered with trash. Miguel couldn’t remember the last time he’d turned on the lights, let alone seen daylight. Most of the other members of the spider society hadn’t seen him in weeks, and while a few attempts were made to reach out and see if he was okay, most kept their distance after hearing of your tragic fate by the hands of an anomaly during a duo mission gone wrong. Most related to the pain he must’ve felt.

His eyes were sunken, every inch he moved would cause a joint to pop due to how little action he’s had. Hours that used to be spent on missions or reminiscing with footage of Gabriella was now spent replaying every moment of his relationship caught on camera.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

As he watched the movements on screen, Miguel’s hands moved up to grasp his shoulders, ghosting over the area where your hands should’ve been, where you should’ve been holding him, where he should’ve felt your comforting warmth.

“Out of the question.”

Instead, he only felt more alone than ever.

“Promise?” “Swear.”

It may have only been for a split second, just a sparing moment, but that was more than enough time for the thought to cross his mind that Miguel’s mind hadn’t brought up since the day you mentioned it.

It felt wrong, it was like a betrayal. Comparing the idea to moving on after the death of a spouse wasn’t enough to do the depravity of it justice. He would’ve let you down, or worse, had to live with the guilt of knowing that it’s not what you wanted for the rest of his life, not only risking his conscience but the lives of others as well.

It was a twisted idea in his mind. But, whether it be the grief convincing him that it’s what he needed or the desperation to have you back; this time Miguel caved. Again.

“Lyla.”

The screens lit up almost immediately, flashing as an indicator that she was all ears as the video he had been watching paused and disappeared. Miguel stood up to face them all, a tired yet wanting expression plastered on his face.

“Show me every universe that has a variant of Y/N L/N, every single one.”

Likely due to the tension in the air, Lyla remained quiet, but complied as a hologram formed from every screen, connected to show an web with various scenes playing at once, the only thing tying them all together being that you were in every single one. They weren’t all the same, in some your appearance was off, changed or altered to match the events of the universe, and in others the way you acted heavily contrasted his memory of you, he couldn’t focus on just one.

“Go through them, run through them all and show me the earth with the Y/N that has the most similarities with mine.”

There was no explanation needed for her to understand what Miguel did by that, and one could only hope that he wasn’t trying to pull what would’ve been assumed, but the way a small spark caught in his eye when she presented him with live footage from another universe, seeing you idly going about your day in the city as a regular citizen, left no room for debate.

Miguel was moving before he could think, silently thanking himself for already being in civilian clothes as he typed in the coordinates for the Earth he’d been shown before, only to be interrupted as Lyla suddenly flashed into view in front of him, her small avatar blocking his view of the watch.

“Miguel-” “Move.”

He didn’t even bother to hear her out, swatting away the virtual figure only to let out an irritated grunt when she just reappeared closer to his face, arms crossed and tapping her foot before raising a finger to his nosr. “In case you forgot, it’s in the rules of the society that we don’t-”

“I made the rules!” He walked straight through her, trying to tune out her voice as he got right back to work on his watch, but the program seemed persistent and hellbent on getting in his way, forming right in front of his face nearly making him jump back. Lyla held up her hands and a holographic X formed in front of her.

“It’s against protocol. You’re risking far too many lives!” Miguel swatted away her image again, gritting his teeth as the watch beeped in confirmation and a portal began to open.

Almost as a last desperate attempt, a holographic recreation of the earth she’d just showcased formed around him, the most prominent figure in it being the you he’d just seen, walking down the street with a smile on your face and a pep in your step before stopping when you noticed the panic. People started running, knocking into her and nearly pushing her down to the hard cement. When she turned around, horror settled on her face at the sight of building glitching out and disappearing before her very eyes. She was stuck in place, unable to move as she watched her world disintegrate before her very eyes, and while she could’ve chosen to run with the others, the end seemed unavoidable and running seemed futile. In a matter of seconds, she was gone too.

“Lyla…”

Even for a program, the expression on Miguel’s face was unreadable by the AI.

“In order to avoid things like this happening you yourself said-”

“I know what I said you think I don’t remember my own words?! Forget what I said!”

A petty argument consisting of the avatar trying to sway Miguel’s mind and him talking over every sentence she said and therefore giving her no chance to speak ensued.

“I really do recommend that-”

“Run more tests on the probability of breaking the canon depending on how long I stay.”

“Even though-”

“You know, I don’t remember programming you to be this annoying.”

“You programmed me to caution anyone tempted to make a bad decision and risk another universe collapsing for the sake of your own desire, this would apply to you more than anyone else. We both know this Miguel.”

Lyla formed in front of the portal, frantically waving her hands to mimic being stressed out and bring a finger to her throat. “Do you really want to take that chance again? Think about this-”

Miguel pressed a button on her watch and her avatar fizzled away as he shut her down before walked up to the portal and stepping through it. A few seconds spent falling later, he was standing in a hidden alley far enough to avoid being seen or gaining attention. Stepping out onto the street, he looked around but found himself trying to sort out the crowd.

It didn’t take too long before he spotted the familiar sight of your hair that he missed so much it hurt, and he began shoving through the crowd, ignoring the complaints and angry curses thrown his way as he attempted to keep up with you. Just as he watched you enter a cafe, Miguel paused and looked through the glass window, the familiar feeling of being unable to look away crossing him as you stood at the counter, ordering with a small smile on your face and no knowledge of the man who’s now set his sights on getting back someone who never belonged to him.

“I just want one more chance. I’ll do it right this time.”

[thefauxsport]

https://www.tumblr.com/thefauxsport/782199351601741824/httpswwwtumblrcomthefauxsport782193690485702

Why people acting like this man is 1: irreplaceable to the sporting world and 2: 182 years old 🫠

He just doesn’t have a clue what sm is or how that side of media works and his gf is “helping him navigate it” aka drunk on power and can’t believe her luck! He’s getting what he wants and she’s getting what she wants.

IMHO of course 😊

Agree with the getting what she wants part…

[bloodstainedsapphic]

meemaw energy i love it, so me. currently crocheting like toiletry bags??? I think that's what they're called in english, for my friends! you'll get the hang of it but be careful cus it's absolutely an addiction LMAO once i started crocheting and knitting it was over, that's all I've been doing.

omg eyebrow piercing?? hot!!! do you have more piercings?

awww that’s sweet of you to make bags for your friends🥺that kind of handmade gift is irreplaceable imo. i miss crafting sm. i’ll start relearning with you as inspiration soon 🫡

and thank you 😌 just a nose ring and a few earrings rn. trying to really upgrade or ‘glow up’ this year💕

[eeblouissant]

Ooh you reblogged the ♡ asks ♡!! Let’s see.. numbers 7, 30, and 46 if you’d like :)

hi lovely!!! thank you sm for the questions, they’ve been so much fun so far :D

7: what’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with?

I’m very particular about the layout of things when I sleep haha, usually two during the wintertime & one during the warmer months! I looovvveeee a good blanket. I’d keep one with me at all times if I could. Can’t sleep without one!

30: What are you looking forward to in the near future?

Well, firstly, a stable job hopefully!!! my goodness!!!! But otherwise: my monthly visit with my grandparents, a stable routine with classes starting up again, & wearing a suit I purchased recently outside for the first time after mending it! (I think I shared pictures of it in my last vintage-fashion post!). My mother also brought a little hamster home the other day, so I’m looking forward to spending more time with & getting to know him 😊

46: what do you need when you’re sad?

It really depends. I have a hard time processing my own emotions & figuring out how to handle them, but most of the time I think a genuine hug does the trick. It’s hard to find someone who will stay & let you cry on their shoulder when you need it, but when you do find it the feeling is just irreplaceable. Otherwise, anything related to my special interest calms me down pretty quick 😂 lately (like, within the last two years or so) I’ve resorted to turning on a episode of the golden girls & that never fails to help!!

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On the scale of 1-10, how would you rate your closest moots?

omg lmfao umm... i hope u meant like rating them as ppl vs rating how close they are to me (does that even make sense??) AND YES I GAVE EVERYONE A HIGH RANKING CAUSE I ACTUALLY CANT BEAR TO GIVE ANYONE A LOW RANKING THEYRE ALL SO PRECIOUS TO ME <//3

@eternalgyu okay listen in my head she's a 10/10 CAUSE SHE RLY IS THE BEST FRIEND IVE EVER HAD. but no one is perfect and no one is getting a perfect 10/10 so if im like truly rating her based on everything i'd say maybe a 9.998/10? she can't spell and fr she has this problem of attacking me 👹 but she's the best person i know and always will be completely irreplaceable to me <33

@wheeboo 2/10 8/10!! rania is rly fun to talk to and be around and i think our senses of humour match rly well (since we're always fighting and then saying ily the next second 🤺) our countless kdrama nights and music sessions are some of the most relaxing and nice times of my life so even tho i say i hate her prob once a week (SHE DESERVES IT CAUSE OF THE FUCKING ANGST) we all know i don't mean it <3 divorced for life ☝️

@blue-jisungs hmmmmmm 8.5/10? maybe its cause i've known axe for a very long time and she's kinda a big multi like i am, its like nostalgic and comforting to talk to her?? she's rly goofy so she makes me laugh a lot but it just makes me feel at home.

@haecien 9/10 and yes he gets extra points for being the only guy friend ive ever had a good experience with to this day 😍 that's actually such a feat like congrats cien ily <33 but srsly hes so amazing and its so fun to attack talk to him abt seungwoo and harua and all the ppl we love to simp over together

@weird-bookworm another 8/10 👹 she always calls me a lil gremlin and says i need to sleep 👹👹👹👹 but i love her i know she's just worried abt me (stop being such a mother sky sheesh 🙄) very very chaotic always and def the biggest army i still know which makes me feel a little nostalgic also cause i probably would go weeks without hearing abt bts if it wasn't for her 🥹

@caramel-maveeato my actual wife like i HAVE to give her at least a 9.5/10 like!! she's just that amazing <33 her writing skills???? her DRAWING skills??? and she's so fun to talk to!! (rizzing me up every moment but its okay i flirt back 😣)

@candewlsy OKAY MIZU LIKE KSJDKS. esp recently??? i feel like she got herself some extra points CAUSE HER HUMOUR HAS CHEERED ME UP SM RECENTLY. so i'm giving her a 9.25/10. if ur friends w her and see her humour then you'll know like SHES SO FUNNY

@evalevaeva actually #1 fuma simper w me. i think she gets at least an 8/10 for FEEDING ME DELUSIONS. but like the angst that you've written eva 😓 STILL CANT FORGIVE IT. but def always fun to talk to her even tho she might be a beomseok simp 🤨 she's in denial but 🤨 i see it okay 👹