#i... don't think he's even talked with 5 girls...

[chrisfawns]

the girlfriend effect. . .all the ways matt and chris change after getting a girlfriend

꒰ ੭ ꒱ ᐣ matt. . .starts sleeping more 💌🍵🎀

it's a well-known fact that matt doesn't sleep at night. he sleeps the next day. it's not unusual for nick or chris to get up at 5 am to get water, only to see a sliver of light still coming from under matt's door. he's either on the computer, watching tv, or simply pacing, waiting until his body is so exhausted that he has no choice but to sleep.

after you, though? matt's in bed at a solid eleven pm. you're tucked safely into his side, head against his chest. he'll nuzzle his stubbly chin into your hair as you yap about your day until you fall asleep mid-sentence, following you into dreamland shortly after.

now, matt's up before the clock hits noon. his shoulders don't slump with exhaustion anymore; instead, he's awake, dressed, and looks more alive than he ever has. his eyes aren't plagued with dark bags anymore and he has energy now.

ଘ꒰ ꒱ chris. . .drinks more water 🏹🐇🪞

shocked was an understatement. the internet practically exploded the first time they saw it. chris' usual car video soda had been replaced by a bottle of water. in fact, it became such a regular occurrence that even nick and matt were shocked.

"what?" chris asks, looking up to see matt staring at him like he's got two heads.

"you're drinking water?" matt asks, staring at the new, blue stainless steel water bottle that's on the counter next to his brother.

"yeah?"

"since when?"

"since my girl said i had to." chris shrugs, going back to his phone.

before long, chris' water bottle is covered in stickers from places you and him have visited together, cartoon characters, and just about any other sticker you had. the bottle becomes such a regular part of car videos that even you can't resist cracking a joke or two in the comments about the "girlfriend effect".

᧔ ᧓ matt. . .takes an ego sick day 🍰🤍🍓

if you didn't know matt sturniolo, you'd think he was simply a shy, quiet guy. which he is, until you get to know him. then the retorts and self compliments spill out of him faster than a waterfall.

"what song would you want to be edited to?"

"hmm... p power, probably."

"who's the best looking?"

"me. though nick is a close second."

"kid, if you're gonna talk out of your fuckin' ass at least turn around so i can hear you better."

when you come into the picture, all that goes away. matt's flustered when you caress his jaw and tell him how handsome he is instead of spouting some nonsense like "thanks for telling me what i already knew."

his ears turn pink at the tips and a soft, slow giggle makes its way from his lips. when nick and chris tease him about it, the only thing he says is "god forbid a man gets a little shy around his girlfriend" rather than some reply about being sex on legs.

you like him this way. you softened him. it's nice to know that underneath the mattitude as his brothers call it, matt really is a big softie.

૮ ོ ོ𑁬 chris. . .changes his mindset 🪩🩰🕰️

chris sturniolo has never considered himself "famous", but there's a specific clip of him that circles the internet every few months that one could argue he's famous for.

"what's your biggest fear?"

"having a girlfriend."

you had to admit that when the video had first come across your tiktok during your early days of dating, you were a bit hesitant. would he really commit to you?

that video is specifically is why matt and nick are shocked when chris hands you a plate of food as you grin up at him, eyes crinkling. "thank you, baby." you hum, seemingly unaware of the eyes on you.

even just the pet name has his brothers staring between the two of you, waiting for chris to mumble some shit like "it's not a big deal. it's just food."

instead, chris kisses your forehead, before sitting down beside you. "you're welcome, my love."

nick practically chokes on a piece of pasta. in his entire almost-twenty two-years of life, he's never heard chris call anyone my love and mean it. you and chris seem oblivious to the obvious shock radiating around the deck outside of the boy's boston home.

you reach over and tuck a curl behind chris' ear, a soft, shy smile appearing on your boyfriend's face. again, there's no "stop" or "not now". this time, matt decides that he has to see if you've just changed chris or if an alien has replaced his younger brother.

"you've got sauce on your face, baby." he croons, using his thumb to wipe the side of his brother's face.

chris bats matt's hand away, glaring. "fuck off."

you giggle, watching the chaos before you. chris is glaring at matt like he wants to kill him and matt's just laughing.

"what happened to 'i'm scared of having a girlfriend'?" matt asks.

"times change," chris grumbles. "besides, my girl isn't a dickhead like you."

"you've done something to him." matt says, pointing his fork at you, but you see the smile on his face.

© chrisfawns

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[juliettejwnewinesa]

I really don't understand what I'm happening with the whole situation (just something about ai), and I've been reading you fanfics for a while now (and I've been eating them up, theyre scrumptious and yummy), and never once have I thought they were ai. You can see it in writing structure(?) And the way you write, it feels human. And there is nothing wrong with using grammarly cause we all do.

Anyway, I'm so sorry for your hate, but if it's not much trouble, can you make a fanfic about childhood best friend!reader x Han Su-gang who is older than her by 2 years. She left town, sugang was devastated, and she came back and transferred for her last year.

He makes himself known by lingering around her for a long while (in the halls, brief touching, just tormenting her), wondering if she remembered him. things have been quiet, and no one tells her the incidents. She simps over Han su-gang about how handsome he is to her friends (she's a bunble Ray of sunshine and naive so they tell her nothing) and how adorable their children will be and all that like a middle schooler. It's like pure and adorable saying they'll have 3 kids, 2 boys and 1 girl, and have 5 cats (being dululu), and he hears about this and decided to give her a good time!(smut)

Anyway, please and thank you and take care of yourself (so sorry that this is long💔)

hey babeee thx for the request sorry for the delay btw 😘

Title: Guess You Grew Up Pairing: Han Su-gang x naive!sunshine!childhoodbestfriend!Fem!Reader Rating: 🔞 MDNI Tags: childhood best friends to something else, naive reader, light corruption, possessive Su-gang, unaware reader, fluffy smut, oral (f receiving), size kink, breeding talk (delulu style), soft and dark tension

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Han Su-gang never forgot you.

You were the only bright thing in his life back then. Messy pigtails, scraped knees, and that ridiculous laugh. You were the first person who held his hand without flinching. Who told him he was your “favorite person in the world.”

Then one day, you were just… gone. Moved away. No goodbye.

It haunted him. For years.

And then—just like that—you were back.

You transferred in mid-term, your backpack bouncing, your voice still sweet and chirpy as you introduced yourself with a wide smile to a classroom full of half-dead teenagers. “I used to live here when I was little! It’s so good to be back!”

Su-gang leaned back in his chair, staring at you from the back row, jaw tight.

You’d grown. Legs longer. Hair shinier. Same fucking smile.

But you didn’t even look at him.

Did you forget him?

He watched. Waited.

And when the bell rang, you skipped right past him like you didn’t even notice the boy who used to protect you from bullies.

He almost laughed.

You started following him with your eyes first.

He could feel it when he walked down the hallway, his hands in his pockets, and you’d pause mid-conversation, glancing up at him like a little lost puppy.

Then came the whispers. The blushing.

“He’s so pretty, right?” you said to your friends one day in the bathroom, unaware he was around the corner. “Like, dangerously hot. Oh my god. I want him to kiss me and then ignore me for a week so I can cry about it like in a drama.”

Your friends stared at you in horror.

You just kept going. “If I married him, our kids would be gorgeous. We’d have, like… three. Two boys, one girl. And five cats! Or maybe seven. He looks like a cat dad, don’t you think?”

Su-gang bit his lip to keep from laughing.

You really hadn’t changed at all.

He started showing up more.

Behind you in the hallway. Lurking near your locker. Sitting near you in the cafeteria. His knuckles would brush yours when you passed. His shoulder would graze yours in class.

It drove you crazy.

You kept stealing glances, your brain turning into fluff every time he licked his lips or leaned against the wall like a walking daydream.

One day, after your “dream wedding fantasy” rant, Su-gang finally snapped.

He cornered you after school, pulling you into a supply room and shutting the door with a soft click.

You gasped, back hitting the shelf.

“Han—Han Su-gang?!”

He stared down at you, silent.

Your heart thumped. “Are you—um, are you lost?”

He stepped closer. "You really don’t remember me?"

You blinked up at him. “Huh?”

“I used to walk you home. You made me hold your stupid Hello Kitty umbrella.”

Your mouth fell open. “…Sooie?”

He groaned. “Don’t call me that.”

“Oh my god—Han Sooie!” You laughed, teary-eyed, and then threw your arms around him. “I missed you! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”

“I was waiting,” he muttered into your hair, his arms tightening. “Wanted to see if you remembered. You didn’t.”

“I do now!” you pouted. “You got hot. That threw me off.”

He pulled back and looked down at you, his gaze dark. “You really think I’m hot?”

You nodded without thinking. “Like… really hot. In a ‘ruin me’ kind of way.”

“…You shouldn’t say that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I will.”

He kissed you hard, like he’d been holding it in for years.

Your lips parted in surprise, and Su-gang took full advantage, sliding his tongue into your mouth, one hand cupping your cheek while the other settled low on your waist.

You melted into him instantly.

“I should make you pay for forgetting me,” he murmured against your lips.

“S-Su-gang…”

“You say I’m hot? Say you want kids? Say stupid little things about marrying me?” He kissed down your neck, biting gently. “You think I wouldn’t hear that?”

You whimpered. “You heard that?!”

He chuckled darkly. “You’re not subtle.”

His hand slipped under your skirt. Fingers finding you embarrassingly wet already.

“Oh my god—”

“You this wet just from seeing me around, sunshine?”

You nodded, dazed. “You always look so good. I—I just thought about it a lot.”

“You want me to give you a good time, yeah?” he whispered, fingers stroking your clit slowly. “Since you dream about it so much.”

You whined and nodded again.

He kissed you breathless as he slid two fingers inside you, curling them slow and deep. His other hand moved to your chest, pulling down your top just enough to mouth at your nipple, sucking lightly.

Your legs shook.

“Please—please, Su-gang…”

“Shh. Let me take care of you, sunshine.” He dropped to his knees, pushing your skirt up.

“Wait—w-we’re still at school—”

“Then be quiet,” he smirked, before licking a thick stripe up your pussy, making your knees nearly buckle.

He ate you like he was starved. Like he owned you.

You were already close—years of fantasy finally crashing into reality.

“S-Su-gang, I’m—”

“Go ahead,” he murmured, fingers tightening on your thighs. “Cum for me. Then maybe I’ll fuck you for real and give you those kids you keep talking about.”

You cried out, biting your fist as you came hard, hips grinding against his mouth.

When he stood again, your legs were trembling, and he kissed you soft this time.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered. “Got it?”

You nodded, dizzy, breathless, ruined.

“Good girl.”

[ask-the-rag-dolly]

Okay Bee I was flashbanged by a Ragatheory entering my mind last night and I need your opinion on it as the Ragaexpert

Okay, what if, Ragatha and Jax are related.

Hear me out, maybe not siblings since it would be a 13 year age gap but what about like, cousins

Like, maybe Ragatha's side is the rich one and Jax's the not so rich but both sides have a farm.

This is loosely put together and based on that both of them are (kind of) tied to farms and on me interpreting that one glance to the side in ep 5 from Jax as Ragatha talked about her mom as him knowing who she's talking about and having feelings about it. So, uh, not much evidence.

Though, after re-watching some interactions between the two (maybe this is just my brain) they do give me the vibe of "close relatives who grew apart", specially that one fight in the background from ep 3 after Jax throws a baseball right at Gangle's face.

As a last point, I feel like it would make for quite the parallels and sillies, like, imagine them interacting pre-circus: "Hey doll why don't you fight back. You should scream at her once in a while." "Are you insane? Scream?? At my mom???"

Anyway I have more stuff in my brain but I'll end it here because this is all I could coherently put together, love your work 🦅🦅

i personally interpreted jax looking away as him relating to ragatha having a Shitty Parent . because let's be honest that man has a LOT of issues to work with . also i'm so concerned about his fixation on masculinity . like i won't be surprised that to parallel ragatha having an abusive mother , jax has an abusive father that pressured him to be like a Man . i'm not sure if i'm sticking with that prediction but it really wouldn't surprise me .

i love the idea of their dynamic being like siblings or even Adopted siblings , but being actual relatives ? ... idk , never really appealed to me .... at most i think they could've had met once or twice through their parents but that's it .

besides umm ! these two are a popular ship and i think if they were actually relatives gooseworx would've said something about it a long time ago , or it would've been hinted at more in the show .

though ! to entertain the idea a little bit i do find the thought of them knowing each other pre-circus Hilarious . like imagine jax , who's dirty from spending all day tending to the farm . and then he sees this fucking real estate girl with her pretty pearls and golden rings riding an expensive horse . and he Seethes .

[norriszn]

with The Nortrell Primer coming up soon (it's coming up soon i prommy), i wanted to start sharing a few things i've pieced together, a few things that didn't quite add up at the time, especially during that twitch stream from about 3 years ago, when lando was live answering some questions from subs/viewers with max, cause i didn't know all the stuff i know now ofc.

and when i say "a few things" i really mean a lot of things but they all lead back to the same thing: the day max saw his best friend for the first time. which, for the record, wasn't the first time they spoke and it wasn't the first time they officially met.

it was just the first time max saw lando like really saw him and, for some reason, remembered.

LANDO'S TWITCH STREAM | lando and max talking about karting days

april 14th 2022

as many as you know, they both began karting early, on separate countries but with the same goal. they didn't end up on the same team (ricky flynn motorsport) until 2012, and it wasn't until 2013 that they finally competed against each other in the same class (kf-junior) during the WSK euro series.

in this clip, they talk about how they got started in karting, which eventually leads to max sharing the story of the first time he saw lando on track.

full transcript:

max: "what made you get into karting?" erm, i went to the singapore f1 race in 2008. loved it, loved the sound. and then i tried karting after school once and just fell in love with it... lando: awww max... and kept going back every day. and then i just started racing. i'm not going to go into that story really. it's take ages. i just liked it when i tried it. and then i kept doing it. lando: i did mine... we went to a car race after school on friday, mate. max: yeah? lando: and then my dad went round asking different people if they have any spare suits and boots. and i think we've still got the suits and boots that i got. it was like a blue suit and i mean, at the time, right, i must, it's 2007. so i must have had like a kids 13 size shoe, mate. kids 12, maybe not even that. max: kids 12. lando: kids 12 or something, and these are like size 3, size 4 shoes, which are way too big for me. imagine me in a bambino, right? (the bambino karting class is for kids aged 6–8, using smaller, lighter karts made just for them) how small i was within a size 4 shoe! max: i first saw you -we didn't know each other at this point- but i remember watching, i don't know why i was at pfi (as in pf international circuit). you were just driving around in this little comer (as in comer cadet), like tiny, mate. and i just remember watching for a few laps. lando: yeah, you're watching me, yeah? max: yeah, someone said "that kid... he's just won or something" so i was like oh. lando: oh, really? max: yeah, it was... you had the...that... your first helmet with that black and orange one on. lando: i'm not going to lie i never won a race in cadets. max: i don't know, they said you've... i don't know... you were first(?) [inaudible for me] lando: i think they just said i was goated. max: yeah, probably chatting to the team boss, picking you up. lando: i was probably like 5 years old. max: you were erm... lando: i must have been what? max: you had the black and orange lid on. lando: yeah, so i must have been 8, 9. max: yeah. lando: but i mean, i was freaking tiny at 9 years old. max: you're whizzing round, mate. you're so small. their friend: max, you've been following borris around since he was 9. max: yeah. lando: he's just an absolute fanboy, really. max: i'm day one fan, mate. their friend: watch his fanboy. he's a hidden fan girl. he's a double agent in disguise. max: (to his friend) you're the fan girl, mate. you've recently discovered discord and gets in every day. lando: he's freaking every day waiting on discord for us to join, mate.

okay, now let's set aside how they got into karting for a second and just focus on what max said. because it's kind of wild. he knew lando before even really knowing him. max didn't know who he was, but he remembered him. remembered the way he drove. remembered the way someone told him that lando won and remembered how tiny he was.

max remembered him long before they became anything to each other.

and of course, lando, being very lando, laughed it off and said "you were watching me, yeah?" in that confident way he does when he's just trying to wind max up... but because he's also so lando, you could practically hear his brain gears turning mid stream, and, as always, once his brain starts going, his mouth doesn't exactly wait for permission to follow.

that's when he said two things that stuck with me:

first, that he never won a race in cadets, as in comer cadets class.

and second, that he was probably around nine years old at the time.

and that's what made me revisit all of this. i remember watching that stream and thinking: there's no way max is making that up. no way someone just randomly told him a random kid (lando was random kid abck then) had won when he hadn't. like… who lies to a kid's face like that? (who would lie to this face? not me)

so i went back. i started digging because earlier this year (big 2025), when the 2019 rookies (george, lando, alex) started "closing up" in the formula (n)one standings again, i remembered they used to race in the same karting series: the super one series (s1 to f1). and that little spark sent me down the rabbit hole, and eventually, i ended up writing a big post about it in april but i finally posted like a week ago (this one right here).

and here's what i realised: lando norris is an unreliable narrator.

i don't blame him tho... memories from that age blur, results get mixed up, wins feel smaller in hindsight. but still. lando... let me hold your hands (The Big Paws) when i say this... you were the comer cadet 'o' plate winner in 2010.

there is literal footage. there is photo evidence.

lando norris wins comer cadet 'o' plate 2010

via tvkc on fb reposting 4motor yt vid

earlier this year, adam norris posted what looked like a karting memory (note)book on ig and the front cover was a photo of little lando norris, small enough to look like he barely fit in the frame, holding a massive trophy. that pic as far as i can tell, was taken the day he won the comer cadet ‘o’ plate, at none other than pf international circuit, the very same place max said he saw lando for the first time.

age 10, "karting is what i love doing an my ambition is to win the formula 1 world championship" via adam_norris_pure_electric on ig (this pic is not part of adam ig feed anymore btw :/)

so far, everything lines up pretty well... that race lando won was in june 6th 2010, which means both he and max would've been 10 years old, not 9 like lando said in the stream.

so… was it that exact date, that exact circuit, where max first saw lando? ermmm, well, max said lando was wearing a black and orange helmet. and while lando was wearing a helmet that looked similar, it wasn't exactly black and orange on that day.

he did have a black and orange lid back in 2009 when he was racing in comer cadets (yes, he raced in comer cadets back in 2008, 2009 and 2010).

and how do i know lando did wear that black and orange helmet? because there’s a book — published over fifteen years ago by none other than jane eyes and steve illott, callum illott’s parents.

now, if you're reading this (and i'm not just screaming into the void), you might be asking: why would callum’s parents publish a book? well, simple — callum was also racing in the comer cadet class in 2009.

jane and steve put together that book — and a few others — filled with photos from every round of the championship, each with little captions underneath.

and this particular book was focused on lando and his older brother, oliver. and in those photos (which i'll include below), you can clearly see lando in 2009, wearing — you guessed it — a black and orange helmet.

comer cadet season 2009 by jane eyes and steveilott via blurb books uk

if you're wondering how i even found this book: i stumbled across it years ago just by googling “lando norris karting 2009 cadets” but it came back to me this year when adam posted a pic of a page of it back in february.

@.lando @.olivernorris1 Good photo jane_eyes_ilott via adam_norris_pure_electric on threads

(adam's name is a recurrent name in this post. lando might joke that max was his og fan but truthfully? one of his biggest fans has always been his dad. kudos to adam.)

in that post, adam tagged callum's mum, which makes it pretty likely that he was flipping through that exact same book.

let's keep going.

lando that year he didn't win a single race, didn't take the 'o' plate, and finished 14th in the championship standings.

and here's the key part: in 2009, max was still living in malaysia. we know this because on november 22nd, 2009, max raced in the red white sangari invitational kart prix, where he finished 5th. so he couldn’t have seen lando racing in the uk that year.

so... is max an unreliable narrator too? maybe. or maybe he just remembered the helmet a little differently. it's far more likely he saw the chrome and orange helmet lando wore in 2010 and remembered it as black and orange. they were similar enough, especially in motion. it happens.

taking all that into account: the dates, the location, the helmet, the timelines... i feel pretty confident saying NOW that in june 6th in 2010, at pf international circuit, max saw a tiny little boy who would eventually become his best friend :') smol frens !!!!

that was the moment. that was the origin story.

and lando doesn't even remember it lmao.

incredible.

oh, and if you want to make all of this even more insane, check the 2010 MSA drivers entry list. you'll find norris siblings names, and yes callum illott (he raced that year too!)but keep scrolling and you'll spot a slighthy familiar name: edward jones.

super one msa series 2010 entries (26.2.10) via super one british kart series news

now, if you're asking yourself who's edward jones???? just click here (that's ed's ig carrousel from last year, you can see lando, max and tom as well <3 because those are his friends and ed is a racing driver now btw)

it's actually insane to think about that maybe max didn't just see lando for the first time that day. he might've seen ed too, one of his closest friends.

alexa, play invisible string by t swift!

that's all. bye.

WAIT. one more thing:

please don’t take this to twitter. i've done my best to stick to what's public: things max has said himself, karting pages pdfs and published books. nothing way too personal.

the last thing i want is for anyone to make max/lando/ed uncomfortable or start harassing them with questions.

if i see this out of context on that hellsite i will cry and i will delete everything and then i will relocate to the moon. bye <3

[hi-avathisside]

and it is a worry that makes sweat trickle down my forehead, makes me think a little longer, and it is, if I find myself in the same situation 10 years after. It is sad, that I might marry a man like my father. it scares the living soul out of my spine. yes backwards. and it is of the quote, "You end up marrying a man like your father. You try not to, but you're the man like your father, or the exact opposite, but you do. There's always an angry man at your house. Even if you do not have an angry man in your house"

"My father was awful to my mother. He made her feel...small. It looked like he got joy from making her feel silly.... My....was..a good man..." The dialogue continues in the TV as I look at my mother, lying down and after the daily quarrel with my father in the morning before he leaves for his shop. it made me extremely sad. The striking reality made me sad, but it also meant that other people had also gone through this, there was hope, but the fleeting image of my very wise comes to my mind, as she said, "You can only help her, if she wants it" I nod, but the helplessness unsettles my heart. I change the channel. The similarity yet contrast of the television and my life, the lying image of my mother, the remnants of the quarrel, like a revolving tape made me quite uneasy. I could not have myself stand in front of me, 10-15 years after and see that my husband, is talking bad of me, of something that I did, in innocence, or in forgetful nature, or in just naivety, be ridiculed in front of my children. to have my husband be so passive agressive that he does not talk to me, does not ask me why I did that, rather tells my children that I'm so dumb. I counter myself that I won't go seeing my disrespect like that, I'd stop him, slap him, leave him, throw the divorce paper at him, take my children and leave. but, it is not easy. when you are so invested in a man, you are in love, it is not easy to just let go, he disrespects you, you leave it as must be having a rough day. he yells around the house, you take it like a good loving wife and mother and give him food to calm him down. You think, "is he 5?" but before you can answer he asks you to bring warm food for him. you can eat later obviously, you're the wife. when he hits your children, and denies admitting it after, you think, "this was bad, but he was with me when I had given birth, helped me, and even accepted me when i gave birth to a girl. when I gave shame to the society. he must love me he also loves these children, he's just angry." when he disrespect you, makes fun of your intellect, of your choices, asks you to erase yourself, your 25 years of identity and just become his wife, his worker, his slave, his trophy, his permanent joke, you think, "what better option do I have than this?" when he starts your day with long yelling quarrels and fights and you get used to it after time, you then, go around the house and yell at your children when they sleep a little more than required. when your children ask you to leave this man, to leave their father, you don't because, "where else will we go?""what better choice do we have?" "this is our best." when he disrespects you in front of your children, you take it, as your children look at you, beg at you to do something, but you don't. I don't know why.

[definitionsfading]

okay so I have some niche family issues I need to talk through about potentially not being invited to my half sister's 150-guest, $60,000 venue wedding, so if anybody has advice feel free to drop it in the chat lmfao because I'm pretty much at a loss

historical context: my mother and father divorced when I was 2 years old, my mom retained full custody of me and my dad had visitation rights every OTHER weekend. my dad remarried when I was about 5 and had two more girls with his second wife, who I was semi frequently around as children. my dad physically separated from his second wife in 2015 and my relationship with her and the girls has been somewhat strained since then because of familial tension and me living with my own mother an hour away from the rest of them. now my half-sister is turning 26 this summer and getting married in March 2026. I have not seen her since 2021, and she lives in a different state from me now. but I do follow her on Instagram and interact with her posts; she does NOT follow me, by her own choice, nor engage with me on social media.

--so: last night.

called my dad to catch up (read: have not spoken to him in about 2 months) and over the course of our frankly underwhelming conversation he reveals that my sister sent out her wedding invitations two weeks ago, and he received his last week. bear in mind, there's only about 40 miles of distance between me and where my father live in the same state. so, when I expressed to him that I did not receive an invitation to this large and extravagant wedding, he acts casually bemused and tells me that perhaps it got lost in the mail. he offers no other solution or explanation for this. when I said that in ALL HONESTY I was 50-50 on whether my sister would even extend an invitation to me because she doesn't even really talk to me, he tells me that I'm 'making up drama' and then the conversation pretty much ends there. I have not even been made aware of this wedding other than an engagement post on Instagram from April of this year, and my dad's sister and my dad himself informing me of the engagement. nobody else has spoken to me about it.

my question for you all is, basically....what would YOU do in this situation? should I sit around and continue to wait for an invitation? should I do nothing at all? should I reach out to somebody and ask to be invited, or express concern that an invitation was lost in the mail? like I literally have no idea what to do. but I feel like a fucking idiot with my hands tied because it also seems clear my sister doesn't give a shit about me and wouldn't really care if I went or not. I mean, I guess therein lies the answer, but why would she invite my dad's extended family members and specifically exclude me? I haven't done anything to hurt her or be cruel, though I have obviously been 'absent' from her adult life. for obvious physical constraints, but also mostly out of my own shame and horror because of my failures as a person, and us having nothing in common other than a father.

my sister isn't even 26 and already makes over $100,000 a year for some added context, lmfao. so I don't know if she thinks I'm a loser or what. I wish I understood what was happening here so I could navigate it better.

[riteliso]

S01E07

Bow your shoes are fucking stupid

He loves her :)

Also why were they just sleeping in the forest on the floor without even sleeping bags or anything

She's so real for this

Can't have a comfort zone if you've never been comfortable before

And it's cool and epic and I totally don't wish it was easier to melt away into nothingness and not care

Minor character introduction I wouldn't normally sidebar about but if I don't talk much about any episode that doesn't feature Catra heavily people are gonna notice and I can't have that

Aunt Casta: she's annoying. Good character.

It's difficult to make these distinctions sometimes, because there's characters I dislike, and characters I think are-- bad characters. Those are two DISTINCTLY different things. I think Aunt Casta is a good character that fills an important role very well. She's overbearing, upsetting, and believes she knows best.

Very entitled, and yet very insecure, and almost all of that comes across instantly. She doesn't really have a lot of importance until much later, but she's fun and plays a dynamic role in this episode.

I'm not super invested in their romance, but again, I don't understand the people who insist they have no chemistry. They're just straight. They have the chemistry that straight people have. Well, to clarify, I don't think either of them are STRAIGHT, like, HARDLINE straight, I think each of them experiences SOME kind of attraction to many different genders, but I think each of them also would gravitate towards a straight relationship for romantic attraction rather than physical.

You could convince her to eat a rock with minimal effort

Ah yes, LIGHT SPINNER. WHO COULD THAT BE?

I can make all the jokes I like but the first time I watched I was so tunnel visioned on lesbians I didn't even notice until it was spelled out for me.

It's like becoming a vampire hunter named Alucard

Pacifist girls trying to psych themselves up to spank their partner for the first time

You could write a fic about this

In fact, I DID write a fic about this

But I'll never tell you where I've hid the key!!!!!

How does anyone relax at the beach

GET THIS CHICK INTO A HAMMOCK ALREADY DON'T YOU KNOW ANYTHING

YOU CAN ONLY BE STRESSED IN A HAMMOCK FOR LIKE 5 MINUTES TOPS

IT IS EXCEPTIONALLY DIFFICULT TO STAY ANXIOUS IN A HAMMOCK

Okay you lecherous whore calm down

Abusive guardians are still guardians and that's the most annoying part

Bad people do good things, just like good people do bad things

And it's infuriating missing things that were bad for you

Shadow weaver doesn't know shit about how to pretend to be Catra, Catra would never say this, Catra would say

"Stop talking about Shadow Weaver you're ruining the mood

Now lift your arm back up I'm thirsty"

I don't have anything to say about this

I don't hate this trope I just don't like experiencing it

It's still effective it just makes me feel small

You're right she was nothing as a literal infant she was in fact a literal infant

Also she calls Adora a cutthroat warrior and I was gonna say that sounds more like a compliment than something restrictive and reductive but I think that says more about me than anything else and it doesn't say the nicest things so we're ignoring it

YOU IGNORE MISS MEOWMEOW SO EASILY

It is kinda a monkey's paw situation for Shadow Weaver that Adora and Catra are finally separated and it's because Adora deserted

"Wrong kid died" type beat

"Yeah, good try, bitch, but let me show you how to REALLY piss her off."

God, being in a fantasy setting where your half ex is your nemesis, pragmatically, would suck aside from the SPECTACULAR sex.

Catra is the kind of chick who keeps dead batteries to put back INTO devices you care about when she's upset with you.

You insist that double As are being made cheaper and shoddier but in reality she's just jealous of that fucking rabbit vibe

ALRIGHT SO

Here's how we're doing things, right? We're gonna go one episode at a time, and I'm gonna give my thoughts whenever they come up. This is a train of thought type beat, alright? Unlike my usual grandstanding authorial and analytical self, this re-watch is purely for the rant factor. If you don't know me, and you just happened upon this thread because you like reading she-ra rewatches, hello. I'm a writer from Canada who found she-ra in 2025 and is currently on her sixth watch through. From that, hopefully you can discern that I like this show, even if I'm likely gonna criticize parts of it. We good to go? Good. We start with S01 E01.

RIGHT, THE SWORD PART 1! A zoom in, with an angelic singing being drowned out by digital bloopy fright zone vibes, and then Adora being a fuckin dweeb as her leitmotif plays in a decidedly crystiline synth-y tone.

Now, what do we learn from this? This, aside from one gripe I'll have more to speak on later, is an excellent introduction. With the music alone we're essentially taken from the beauty of the planet, the overwhelming dread of the fright zone, and then into a hopeful tune that isn't FREE from these sort of digital themes in the music, but is very defined and separate FROM them.

This isn't gonna be one of those things where I praise literally every single fuckin thing so keep your panties on, I'm not gonna full-on overanalyzing avatar this shit, but the most important parts of a story are the beginning and the ending.

Now, when I say that, I am speaking pragmatically. Every part of every story is important-- but when it comes to what people remember, what they love, what they never shut up about-- it's the start and the end. You need to nail the take-off and the landing, people will forget the turbulence from the rest of the trip.

Now, what does THIS bitch's intro tell us about her? Well, a lot, honestly. Most of what we know about Adora at this point is she plays by the rules, but she is a notably goofy person. She's goofy, but she's unwilling to goof-OFF too much.

And while we get a taste of the rivalry they have instantly, with "That's low, even for you." "You know nothing's too low for me~"

We instantly see that that is not the CORE of their relationship.

I'd like to praise the voice direction in this show for the first of many times here. The voice actors do amazing work in this, and the direction can be felt throughout.

"Come on, you look stupid hanging there" can obviously be a seen as a strange first line to show the warmth these two share, but the inflection from Catra's voice actor, AJ Mikalcha, makes it read as downright sweet.

Also don't get used to me using names of the crew besides ND Stevenson because I'm so awful with names I was still calling Catra Katara half the time on my second re-watch and I was like 90% of the way to realizing I kinned her at that point

Also don't make fun of me for kinning Catra there's no RESPONSE to people making fun of you for kinning Catra THAT DOESN'T MAKE YOU SEEM MORE LIKE FUCKING CATRA OKAY

Anyway, the following scene makes it clear that this is not a one-way dynamic. The two banter, and it's clear Adora knows how to get under Catra's skin and annoy her as well. This is notable in a few places MUCH further on, but it is a difference worth highlighting NOW.

Once Adora leaves, Catra's primary goal is still to get under her skin. She's angry about it, she's mean about it, but she's still just doing what she's always done. The relationship between the two doesn't actually change as much as the context does. I'd say the relationship itself doesn't change much until the final season, at a scene I'm sure I'll have a lot to say about.

On the flip-side, Adora's goal when it comes to Catra is simply to fight her off. But that's not all there is. At points, it's clear that Adora holds some sort of REVERENCE for Catra, and while Catra is very capable of very mean things, don't get me wrong, Adora sees Catra as more of a threat than she realistically is.

At a few moments I'll point out she also relishes in getting under Catra's skin, but admittedly those are few and far between.

People have gone over this introduction billions of times, so I won't BORE you to death with it, but Shadow weaver's introduction does hint at a lot of what we'll learn later. I think it's very notable that while Shadow weaver brings a dark gloom that encompasses both our leads, her vile tendrils only dare to touch Catra. We learn the specifics of the dynamic these three have later, but it is a very unique and terrible situation to be the least favourite of an abusive guardian. Especially if you are repeatedly reminded of that fact.

I'm not gonna go over all the body language shit I've seen other text posts about it there's plenty of them a lot of focus in this show goes into tiny details where characters are constantly reacting to the world around them, and very rarely do we get lame stretches where anyone's face is just frozen and unflinching while they listen to someone else.

with all due respect to the setting at this point in time the bright moon rebellion is so pathetically anemic it's the two teens, some movie night lesbians, an immortal princess queen, and a bunch of fucking trees.

And you'd think the one carrying the team would be THE IMMORTAL PRINCESS QUEEN, BUT NO, ITS THE FUCKING TREES DOING ALL THE GOD DAMNED WORK

This introduction is fine. I don't particularly like it, nor have any strong feelings about it. It establishes the relationship between glimmer and her mother, but besides that it doesn't honestly do much. And don't come at me with "Uh, all it needs to do is establish that relationship?" Yeah, no shit, but we just had a better introduction to our other lead characters. And yes, those are the MAIN leads, the sort of heart of the show, but that doesn't mean that the other characters are unimportant. Glimmer's development later on is truly interesting, and Bow becomes a massively inspiring character. Fun jokey times are fine or whatever to show that they're immature and don't know the first thing about war, in contrast to our full-blown child soldiers raised from birth in the fright zone, but we really don't learn anything particularly INTERESTING about our best friend squad compadres in their intro, nor do we really see any of it until episode 2, to be frank.

This is something we don't actually see much of-- Catra has this ideal of being a conqueror, but it's very clear that she doesn't want that. Her threats are vapid and aimless-- She can enjoy some chaos, sure, but a shit-stirrer isn't gonna use that feces to build brick shithouses that they never intend to fall.

I think this should have been elaborated on more, personally. Catra is comically terrible with authority, and her plan, as stated later, is to wait it out until her and Adora are the ones calling the shots. But we don't really see what she thinks conquering even looks like, and it's not clear whether that's that she hasn't even imagined it and just likes evil words, or if she genuinely wants to rule with Adora as her Queen.

I gravitate towards the first, but that's partially because I wake up and post shit like "I want to destroy the world and rule its dust" and then forget I posted it when someone likes it 5 minutes later. If she do, in fact, as studies point toward, "be just like me fr," then I fully understand. If not, then I'd like to understand.

aw :(

Fuckin dweeb pulling the "my mom doesn't want me hanging out with you anymore" card

HA! Ah, what a bitch. Anyway, she's lashing out, but it's also quite tragic. A lot of people seem to think Adora IS, in some way, a people pleaser, but in reality she just has such an ingrained and violent sense of justice that she wants to right every wrong she has ever and will ever come across. She believes her validity is tied to what she can provide to the world, and she's got a natural sense of charisma, so it's natural for someone who refuses to blend in and naturally tends to put people off like Catra to have this view of her.

In reality, Adora is just-- a good person. And people LIKE good people. She's not a good person with an asterisk-- a good person with terms and conditions-- someone who falls into the definition of a good person while feeling and being treated like something else. Catra is the "a tomato is a fruit" of good people. Adora is just, like, a 1 dollar costco hotdog of a woman. An inarguable good treading water on this earth, no matter how hard it tries to pull her under.

Imagine falling for a brat with mad hops, like a fucking 50 foot vertical, you say you're too tired to play their favourite board game and they go hang out on your neighbour's roof, couldn't be me. Get fucked I guess

Yeah this is sad. Empathy is very much a learned skill, and people who don't learn empathy don't GET happy FOR people. Catra's not a complete person yet. She's not ready to be. That doesn't happen for a really long time, during an exceptionally long manic spiral. We'll get there, calm down, don't think about how far away that is and how much I've already yammered on.

Anyway, if you find yourself getting jealous or annoyed instead of getting happy for people, consider empathy isn't what you thought it was, and that you might still need to work on yourself.

fucking porno framing. Immensely sexual image, really. These bitches violently gay I suppose, I think I'm picking up on that during this sixth re-watch.

Buddy you got no idea how many problems those two already have you literally lose your little tiara at some point I think it ends up in the middle of a tree in space or something it's kinda unclear

Adora elbows her square in the nose during this so to everyone accusing Catra of physical abuse I just want it to be clear that Adora started it :/

Actually I'd like to retract that joke immediately because I know how people get about these two

My feelings are that they are literally child soldiers who were likely raised sparring each-other.

I was raised sparring other children and I ended up fine! Not for war, for Karate. And I didn't end up fine. And neither did they. Anyway, my point isn't even specifically that because this is sci-fi fantasy it's ridiculous to hold real life standards to it, it's more-so that because it's sci-fi fantasy there's extenuating circumstances that are going to affect how these two characters treat each-other. I'll go into hotter takes later, I'm sure, and get people to send me plenty of death-threats, but I'm gonna go into the nuances of exactly what forms Catra's abuse takes, and how it differs given by the separate circumstances we're shown the two in throughout the show.

my girl when I'm tryna live my best life playing as blue toad in mario 3d world

also holy shit we're only like halfway through this I am an AGONIZING yapper jesus fuck

Okay, what to say about lighthope-- well, their first words are "balance must be restored," far before they say Adora's name, so it somewhat lays out their secret priorities for us there. Besides that, I dunno, they got circuits on them? I don't have particularly strong feelings about lighthope, nor their introduction. I think they serve the setting and are written well, I just subjectively am not a sucker for the way they be. Their friendship with Mara is cute tho

I was gonna point out this is cute and how often I do this exact brat tactic but instead we data moshin, nothin wrong with a little data moshin, I'm down

This is the only reason she even wears a ponytail I'd stake my fuckin life on it

Once she leaves the fright zone that thing's fucking vestigial like a tailbone or having "any pronouns" in your bio when it's pretty clear you're very much a "she/they" type of bitch by now

glimmer why don't your windows have glass

or alternatively

how the fuck do you open and close that window

you can absolutely fucking hear her from this distance what on earth are you trying to pull

you a pillow princess tho how many of those arrows are just hitatchi magic wands attatched to a stick with duct-tape after the series ends do you think

The fuck you mean BOTTOM drawer we lookin at left and right here

or is this similar to my pillow princess comment and she's just addressing him and giving him an order

"Bottom; drawer."

It's established later on that he's a tech wiz but at this point in time they don't really give us much to lead us to the fact that he made that fucking thing

she's a freak

yes it's very sweet that she sleeps this way but I don't think it's some bdsm powerplay thing or anything like that, which would honestly be more tolerable, I think she's just like that

like how the way I'd sit in high school was to get two chairs and face them toward each-other then sit cross-legged across both

even if there weren't enough chairs to go around

people would sit on the FLOOR because I wanted to sit criss-cross-applesauce across two chairs, they wouldn't even ask for one of my chairs

also since I was sitting, again, cross-legged, it would have made more sense for ME to sit on the floor

I mean I think I got asked ONCE for one of the chairs and I just said "fine" but besides that people just let me sit on my fuckin throne

She really is kinda dumb, though. Like I ain't complaining, it's a character trait, but like obviously even if just you get in trouble Catra's gonna get blamed, you've seen it like at least once a month for your whole entire life

Mind you, can't really have Catra for the next part, because Catra's reaction to Bow and Glimmer wouldn't be "just let me have the sword" it'd be murder

oh wow we hit the image limit looks like we're doing TWO SEPARATE POSTS FOR THE VERY FIRST EPISODE YEE-HAW!!!!! THIS IS GOING TO TAKE ME FUCKING FOREVER

[torchickentacos]

I figured it out, you're the designated sitcom B plot character. Like that post about how the B plots are always stuff like "found $100 on the ground" and "a bird is very here"? That's you. You have fun escapades like "my favorite Chinese restaurant keeps sending me giant cups of sauce" and "I had to figure out where to buy a pig fetus" and "spent six hours getting a woodpecker out of my garage" that's sitcom B plot character shenanigans. Kudos honestly.

Oh my god you're right 😭 and I've had several "A bird is very here" situations somehow, actually??? There was the woodpecker in my garage in mid-june and I spent hours trying to get it to leave, there's the neighbor's chicken that gets loose, like, every morning in the summer somehow (I have chased this chicken down the street several times, and she was being a chatty girlie this morning), and there's been numerous injured birds I've caught for the local wildlife center (my mom and I used to be on-call for animal transports, but we stopped for H5N1).

Bonus bird pictures for the birds that are Very Here :)

[vv-ispy]

Not that there's no issues with how Sailor Neptune and Uranus are written bc there are, yet their ruthlessness in the S arc is less about how they're mean as individual people (which.....fair they kinda are but that's besides this point) but rather a conflicting ideology between the inner senshi who value all life and each individual person, vs Uranus/Neptune who're about the greater good. S is about 'would you sacrifice one life to save the world' where the inner senshi is a resounding 'no absolutely not' and Uranus/Neptune is 'yes. without question'

This.....probably runs into some problems in an anime where the answer is The Power of Love and the third solution of 'love' exists, it makes them come off as antagonistic for no reason when Sailor Moon's whole thing 'I can solve this with love and understanding, always + I can reset the world' buuuuut UraNep aren't completely wrong in the end of S if Sailor Moon's powers aren't a given — the result of sparing Hotaru is shown and said result is the whole city died, and they only undied bc of Sailor Moon's reset

Anyway huge misconception to say that UraNep only cares about each other — though given how they're only nice to each other and mean to the inner senshi it's a fair assumption, but no they're just on the extreme side of The Greater Good, The Mission. Yes they're willing to kill innocent people to get the talismans, but those 'innocent people' included themselves given that Uranus' response to seeing Neptune holding a talisman is to shoot herself too (was there an element of 'don't leave me alone in this world' involved? Yeah. But she also had a whole speech about how it turned out they in fact held the talisman + the prior episodes 'The Mission' talk so). In fact, in their eyes they're not 'innocent' at all, that very episode contains the famous hands scene where Haruka worries her hands are solied by the mission, she doesn't like that she has to kill innocents even if it is for The World. And the two also already had an ideological discussion in the backstory episode of Haruka going 'so you don't care how many innocent people die in the process of defeating the enemy?' Michiru 'That's right. I don't' then admitting actually it haunts her deeply and the fact that Haruka is now gonna be a casualty hurts even more but she has to put it aside for the greater good of saving the rest of the world. Her dreams of becoming a violinist or wishes of Haruka not following her path don't matter when the fate of the world is on the line. UraNep will sacrifice themselves/those closest to them for the greater good of the world, not the other way around

(And yeah yeah there's that scene where some posessed guy claims that a certain container contains the soul of evil and smashing it will doom the world and when he questions why Michiru did it to save Haruka she responds with 'Don't you know? A world without Haruka isn't worth living in' but that's a joke! A bluff! She knew the guy was lying about the evil in the jar bc she tells Haruka right after not to be fooled and what the actual source of the posession is.)

[earlgraytay]

So the "don't call trans women dude" discourse is back on my dash, and I just read something that might explain why it's such a frustrating argument for everyone involved.

TLDR: There's gender-cultural differences that explain why people are arguing about this- and a reason it hurts trans women more than you might think if you were raised on the other side of the cultural divide.

I'll admit, I used to be very much on team "I won't call you 'dude' if it feels like misgendering, but also I don't really grok why it feels like I'm misgendering you, especially if I'm not addressing you directly." But then I read an academic paper that really unpicked how people used the word 'dude' (it's Kiesling (2004) if you're curious) and I realized that the way I was taught to use the word was different from the way most trans women were taught.

... So the thing about the word 'dude' that's really interesting is that it's used differently a) by people of different genders and b) across gender lines. This study is, obviously, 20 years old, but a lot of the conclusions hold up. The gist is, there's ~5 different ways that people use the word "dude":

marking discourse structure- AKA separating thoughts. You can use the word 'dude' to signal that you're changing the subject or going on a different train of thought.

exclamation. You can use the word "dude" the way you'd use another interjection like "oh my god" or "god damn".

confrontational stance mitigation. When you're getting in an argument with someone, you can address them as 'dude' to de-escalate. If you're both the same gender, it's homosocial bonding. If you're different genders, it's an attempt to weaken the gender-related power dynamic.

marking affiliation and connection. Kiesling calls this 'cool solidarity'- the idea is, "I'm a dude, you're a dude. We're just guys being dudes." This is often a greeting or a form of address (aka directly calling someone dude).

signaling agreement. "Dude, you are soooo right", kind of deal.

Now, here's the important part.

When [cis] men use the word 'dude', they are overwhelmingly using it as a form of address to mark affiliation and connection- "hey, we're all bros here, dude"- to mitigate a confrontational stance, or to signal agreement.

When [cis] women use the word 'dude', they're often commiserating about something bad (and marking affiliation/connection), mitigating a confrontational stance, or giving someone a direct order. (Anecdotally, I'd guess cis women also use it as an exclamation - this is how I most often use it.)

Cis men use the word 'dude' to say 'we're all guys here'. It is a direct form of male bonding. If a cis man uses the word 'dude' in your presence, he is generally calling you one of the guys.

Cis women use the word 'dude' to say 'we're on the same level as you; we're peers'- especially to de-escalate an argument with a cis man. Between women, it's an expression of ~cool solidarity~; when a woman's addressing a man, it's a way to say 'I'm as good as you, knock it off'.

So you've got this cultural difference, depending on how you were raised and where you spent time in your formative years. If you were assigned female at birth, you're probably used to thinking of the word 'dude' as something that isn't a direct form of address- and, if you're addressing it to someone you see as a girl, you're probably thinking of it as 'cool solidarity'! You're not trying to tell the person you're talking to that they're a man- you're trying to convey that they're a cool person that you relate to as a peer.

Meanwhile, if you were assigned male at birth and spent your teens surrounded by cis guys, you're used to thinking of 'dude' as an expression of "we're all guys here", and specifically as homosocial male bonding. Someone using the word 'dude' extensively in your presence, even if they're not calling you 'dude' directly, feels like they're trying to put you in the Man Box, regardless of how they mean it.*

So what you get is this horrible, neverending argument, where everyone's lightly triggered and no one's happy.

The takeaway here: Obviously, don't call people things they don't want to be called, regardless of gender! But no one in this argument is coming to it in bad faith.

If you were raised as a cis woman and you're using the word the way a cis woman is, it is a gender-neutral term for you (with some subconscious gendered connotations you might not have realized). But if you were raised as a cis man and you're using the word the way a cis man uses it, the word dude is inherently gendered.

Don't pick this fight; it's as pointless as a French person and an American person arguing whether cheek kisses are an acceptable greeting. To one person, they might be. To another person, they aren't. Accept that your worldview is different, move on, and again, don't call people things they don't want to be called.

*(There is, of course, also the secret third thing, where someone who is trying to misgender a trans woman uses the word 'dude' to a trans woman the way they'd use it to a man. This absolutely happens. But I think the other dynamic is the reason we keep having this argument.)

[gayofthefae]

That picture of Mike from season 2 is from Will The Wise, the episode where Mike's entire plot consists of genuinely nothing but missing and getting back to Will when he stays home sick.

The scene that picture is from, he has only one line: "[Will]'ll be here."

I love when boys are allowed to be boy-crazy teens too, be obsessed with your boyfriend. Enjoy. It's what teens do <3.

Mike is wearing Will's clothes, they're so boyfriends <33, sharing stuff is a thing for couples, i NEED a scene where they say to each other that they look cute in each other's clothes and blush about it and then they kiss

sometimes when you're dating someone you start acting/dressing up like your partner.. this is what's happening with Mike and Will

the second one is from a new pic

Will wore Mike's clothes months ago (Mike's blue t-shirt and Mike's black jeans)

Mike is wearing Will's shoes in s5 @cler1csfink

Byler attached at the hip as always, they're so boyfriends <33, here comes the pride parade

WILL BYERS

Will is wearing Mike's jeans <33, they're so gay and in love that they swapped clothes

and Will is also wearing a similar shirt to what Mike wore in s2 so it's definitely Mike's shirt

[skrunksthatwunk]

absolutely horrible that my "(high pitched:) five nights at fweddy's (bneow bneow)" vocal stim emerged mid sentence for no reason whilst talking to my roommate just now

[moonwish]

turbulent events have happened tonight

[toji-bunny-girl]

You don't go to the library to study. You go there to have your cunt stuffed, by nonother than librarian!Gojo.

He works there 5 days a week, and you made sure to be there by your corner every single one of those days, carefully staring at him through the side of your book. Of course, he's well aware of your interest in him. You're so preoccupied with him you don't even realise you're holding the book upside down.

He doesn't realise it yet but he's slow to share the same amount of attraction to you as you are to him. He'd note the way your eyebrows would adorably scrunch together when you're actually doing your assignment for once, and you'd collapse face down onto the table when the frustration and exhaustion caught up to you. Or how your favourite colour seemed to be pink, your stationery and laptop covered in different shades of the colour.

He's used to your presence by now, having spent the last couple of weeks observing you just as you stalked him through the library. And truth to be told, he actually enjoyed it—he's got a cutie following behind him, too shy to strike up a conversation with him and too dumb to hide your little crush any better.

You quickly became the only part of his job he would look forward to, questioning what kind of crap you were going to pull up to just right before his shift. Until you're gone all of a sudden.

Maybe you were just late, he thought on the first day of your absence. Or maybe you're sick by the second day. Perhaps you're just busy with school…or maybe some another guy—

Why does he even care in the first place? You're just some stalker with a pretty face, nothing special out of the sea of girls in his DMs. Gojo doesn't like how he's fretting over a girl who he hasn't talked to before, your presence doesn't control how his day goes anyway.

Until it does.

It exasperated him by how he allowed himself to be subjugated under you. He can't focus on his seminars when the voices in his head wonder about you louder than the lecturer's, he can't flirt with the chicks on campus without thinking about that fangirl from the library and he can't sleep if his head is filled with the images of you with another guy.

What kind of spell have you managed to put him under?

He was completely and utterly chafed by the next week when he entered his shift, a frown seemingly marked permanently upon his face as he went through his chores, putting away the books back to their categorised shelves. That was until he heard a familiar pit-pats of your shoes, and saw your figure stupidly hiding behind a bookshelf from the side of his eye.

His playful spirit returned when he noted your presence, and he wandered further into the library, where no one could see the two of you. As expected, you shuffled along his steps before slipping yourself into the aisle behind him, pretending to flick through the choices of books on display.

Those were Chinese novels, and you majored in Biochemistry. Idiot, he thought with an internal chuckle.

Unbeknownst to you, he had strolled to your back, waiting for you to turn to face him. Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when you found him standing right in front of you, and you froze then and there like a deer in the headlights.

"I know you've been stalking me around here," he had a shit-eating smirk on his face as his arms rested by your sides to trap you in between them. "Freak," he whispered next to your ears, sending a tingle through your nerves.

"I-I, ah—" you stammered, trying to collect your words to sound coherent. Your face was flushed bloody red with embarrassment, and Gojo was sure he'd burn himself if he were to touch you.

"But that's okay…" he drawled. "I won't spread the word if you listen to me."

Your eyes were wide, gaping at him through your lashes as you nodded.

Fuck, were you adorable.

"You like me, huh?"

"Uhm…I, uh…"

"Hm?"

"Y-Yes," you blurted with your eyes squeezed shut, too embarrassed. Your breath was hot, and they scorched his cheeks red upon your words.

"What do you like about me?" oh god does he love teasing the hell out of you.

"Your f-face…"

"My face?" he feigned dumb. Of course, he's well aware that girls would only come chasing after his looks. But he absolutely enjoyed torturing you with his stupid questions. "Which part of my face?"

"Huh…?" your eyes were spinning, your hands raising to push his frame a little away for your comfort.

"My eyes? My nose?" his bigger hand captured the two of yours into his grasp, his fingers were icy cold against yours, and his face neared yours once again, merely a breath away. "Or my lips?"

You didn't dare to answer, the sound of your throat gulping filled the air as a few stray hairs of his tickled your cheek. His eyes peered towards yours, catching your gaze that fell upon his lips.

"There, huh?" Gojo's smirk widened, his grip on your wrists tightening a fraction. "Wanna try them?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words left your trembling lips, except for a silent gasp. He took the shift of your feature as a sign for him to advance onto you, his lips gently sucked on your soft flesh, the tiniest amount of your saliva flowed onto his tongue and they tasted better than the finest honey.

A string of your mixed essence connected his lips to yours, red and swollen as a sign of his kiss, when he pulled away. Your knees weakened in enfeeblement, and Gojo caught you before you could fall to the ground.

"You're done?" his arms are strong, and you could feel his muscles flex under your hand when you gathered your strength to stabilise on your feet. "I'm not."

His touches slowly trailed down from your arm to your hips, and you subconsciously rubbed your thighs together when his gaze fell onto them. In his eyes you could see a growing hunger that lurked beneath his bright blue eyes, it was the darker gradient that hung low in his orbs.

"Do you touch yourself here when you think of me?" your teeth sank into the flesh of your bottom lip and your eyes peered down to between your skirt, where his hand was as you vaguely nodded; hoping that he didn't see the faint motion of your head.

How wouldn't he know when all his attention is on you? His eyes scanned the faint shifts in your features when he pressed against your heat, making sure there wasn't any hint of dissent to his touch—and mostly searching for the muted salacity behind your pretty eyes.

"Sometimes…" your voice was meek, but it was audible enough for his ear to twitch at your words. His chest almost burst to your confession, and the images of your features twisting into lewd faces flashed past his mind, calling out his name with that sweet voice of yours.

A soft moan left your lips when his fingers slipped past your pink panty, drawing slow circles upon your clit. Your hips bucked as he teased, his other hand coming down to palm your ass.

"What about I make you feel good?" he gently asked, and you drunkenly nodded to your pleasure. His thumb grew charge of teasing your hardening bud, his two long fingers dipped into your already-slick cavern, reaching the sensitive parts of your inside.

Your lips tensed into a line to quell the moans that drew from your itching tummy, and your hands rested on Gojo's chest, gripping onto his shirt for support.

His fingers grew greedy for more of your whimpers, stroking past your walls, searching for the velvety spot in you. You threw your head back when he found the part he was looking for, pumping out and into the spongey surface, stimulating your nerves to their limit.

Your eyebrows furrowed and your eyelids flew shut when he expedited the speed of his slick-coated digits, his arm growing slightly sore as he carried you to the height of your orgasm. His cock twitched when you drew out a cry of pleasure, your breath stuck in your throat as your mind went blank from your high.

Your grip on his clothes loosened, and you panted as you rest your weight against the shelves, Gojo's damp fingers evident of the pleasure he delivered to you. He watched as you collected your remaining breath, your cheeks flushed pink in arousal and your eyesight slowly blinked clear.

A bolt flash of surprise ran through his eyes when you carefully pulled his pants down, gripping his hardened girth with your warm hands. Gojo stopped you with a grab of your wrist, your whole body tensing in creeping embarrassment—he doesn't like it when you touch him?

Your thoughts flew out the window when he spat onto your palm, before guiding your hand back to his throbbing cock. Your mind grew blank as you began fisting his length, his breath hitching when you rubbed over his pinkish-red tip.

Your touches were filled with careful inexperience, and Gojo found it absolutely fucking adorable. The soft squelching of his saliva in your hand as you pumped his cock filled the air, and he inched closer to kiss you once again.

His groans flowed into your mouth as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, drinking in the taste of you as you pleased him. You seemed to be a quick learner on your own, pumping his pulsing cock faster, gripping onto him tighter, and rubbing his sensitive tip of all.

His hips stuttered along with the movements of your hand, a sign of his close release and you were clearly relentless to please him. Your pace doesn't falter, but fastened instead and his moans muffled through your sloppy kiss, your mixed drool dripping down your chin and onto your chest.

"Fuck," his voice cracked as his cock twitched, before ejaculating his hot semen onto your clothes, slowly dripping down to your thigh. Your breaths mingled in the sultry air, the smell of your essences filled your nostrils as the both of you cooled from the aftermath of your highs.

You recognised the dirty smirk on his face when you flicked your gaze up at him, and you sank into the bookshelf in preparation for what he had conjured up in his mind.

"The library closes in 30 minutes, we'll get the whole place to ourselves by then."

[bohemiandeer]

You know what hits me hard? When 5 to 6 year old children, all the way in Southeast Asia, knows about what's happening in Palestine right now. That children their age is getting bombed, that they're starving to death, that they're getting shot at, and sniped in the head. Because, just this past 2 or so months, I heard some of the little ones in the Kindergarten classes I'm TAing in as an Intern talk about it. Hell, one of the little boys downright said he didn't like Israel, because Israel is bad, because they do scary things. Another was questioning whether Palestine was bad too, because, "why else would they shooting at them?". A little girl in one of my classes doesn't want to finish her food at all, because she wants to save at least half her meat and rice for kids in Palestine, because she heard that, they don't have food. And that's just the ones I remember. Namely the inciting cases before their classmates slowly follow suit. The littles are fricking SCARED. We had to sit these kids down, and tell them that the topic is too mature for them at the moment, that they shouldn't even be concerned because they're KINDERGARTNERS, they're not even old enough to properly understand. The one teacher I was TAing for had to make a class announcement saying that. What gets me is, these are 5 to 6 year olds, the youngest I've worked with in this specific age group is 4. 5 years old on average, and they've already been exposed to the worst horrors genocide has to offer through the news and snippets of conversation among adults and hell, considering how many of them say they like to play games on Mama's phone, or their IPad, even from fricking social media. And the fact that, these literal babies, from all the way in Cambodia, has more empathy in their entire body and soul, than full grown fricking adults have in the nail of their pinky finger, gets me. FFS we as adults could LEARN from them I feel sometimes. I honestly don't know what to feel about it anymore. On the one hand, this is the next generation I'm working with. And if the next generation's default response to a tragedy such as Palestine, is what I've seen come up on occasion so far? Perhaps there's some bloody hope for this world after all. At least in this country. Especially since a majority of them already come from families who survived a genocide. These are the 3rd - 4th generation descendants of those who survived the Khmer Rouge. They've got grandparents at home, who no doubt are more than intimately familiar with what Palestine is going through right now. And it shows.

But on the other, it makes my heart sink because these are CHILDREN, these are LITTLE KIDS, they should be playing with their toys and watching cartoons and talking to their friends about everything from Spiderman to Speakerman to Kuromi and her friends, and be worried about whether or not they can go to playground that day, guranteed they're well behaved, or if Mama remembered to pack in their costume for swimming lessons that week. NOT JUST MY KIDS. But the little ones in Palestine too. They deserve better. They all deserve, so much better. Hell, it's come to the point that whenever I look at my kiddos right now, whether they'd be working in class, playing, doing something as mundane as eating lunch or getting ready for their nap. I think of the children their age in Palestine that didn't even get the chance to survive. I think of the ones whose memories from this age, is nothing but absolute horror and pain, rather than what has slowly become my normal, who never got to experience what my littles do on a daily basis right now.

Children shouldn't even be concerned about "War", about a Genocide. The last thing that should be on a 5 year old's mind, is pain, and suffering, and the worst horrors imaginable ever to be inflicted on a human being. ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S INFLICTED, ON OTHER CHILDREN THEIR AGE. And for that alone, the world has failed them. Especially the kids in Palestine who didn't ask for any of this. They just wanted to carry on with life as kids do, the same way as my littles do on a daily basis no doubt, learning, playing, chatting with friends over their favourite cartoons and characters, worrying about whether they'd get to go to the playground or not that day.

I apologize for talking about this on this blog. I know my blog tends to be lighter in feel, a lot more unhinged and light hearted typically. I mean, I'm just a fricking nerd who likes to draw and write, and lurk about her favourite fandoms to consume and support what is shared among other nerds who also like to draw and write. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. About contemplating it, especially since I'll be back on a roll tomorrow, working with my kiddos again after not seeing them for 5 days straight because of Holidays. And, I just had to talk about it. This is something I felt I couldn't keep to myself this time, I don't think my soul'd be able to carry it. I had to talk about it.

FREE PALESTINE. Our children deserve better.

[enhaeil]

BEST YOU EVER HAD ! ☆ 이희승

"ain't this what you came for? don't you wish you came more? girl, what you're playing for? ah, come on..."

tonight (best you ever had) - john legend

c/w: smut, down bad!heeseung x reader, fluff, comedy, drinking, lalalala

—₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

lee heeseung is so used to women falling at his feet. but you? you weren't that simple. and heeseung has tried everything.

smooth texts, warm smiles, and suggestive looks. always finding a reason to be near you. you? unbothered, ignoring him, and going on about your day. when you do flirt, you never let him have too much. you smile, but never fall for his games.

yet every rejection only makes him want you more.

"c'mon, y/n. just one chance. i promise it'll be worth it!" he says chasing after you as you walk to class, hands reaching to carry your backpack, which you allow him to do.

"not interested, heeseung." you don't even spare him a glance as you reject him once again.

you finally reach your classroom and turn around to reach for your bag, locking eyes with heeseung in the process.

"so i'll see you after class?" he says, hands purposely grazing yours as he hands you your bag.

"do i have a choice?" you say sarcastically, making him smile at you.

"not really!" he laughs, but you know he's serious.

"what will it take to make you leave?"

heeseung thinks for a moment as if this was a life-altering question, and to him, it was.

"maybe ... a kiss? i mean, it'll do for now."

a few moments of silence passes as you stare at him, gears in your brain turning. heeseung takes this as an opportunity to slowly lean in, face inching closer to yours.

but right before he gets the kiss he's been yearning for, you back away with a smirk. "nice try, heeseung."

"you're killing me, y/n." he says, holding his chest as if you just shot him.

"i know." and with that, you disappear into your classroom.

heeseung runs his hands through his hair before making his way to his class. god, what do i have to do to earn her?

—✩ ₊˚

the school day ends, and you do see heeseung again. and several times after that. now he's walking you back to your dorm. you didn't ask him to, but he claims you need protection.

"you always walk this slow, or is it just with me?" you ask, as heeseung turns your 3 minute walk into 5.

"maybe i'm trying to drag it out so you'll talk to me more."

"how's that going for you?"

"you wound me, woman. guess i'll have to woo you over with my charm or... persistence."

"well you got the persistence part down."

"is it working?"

you don't try to hide the small smile that forms on your face. he can be funny sometimes.

"anyways, i'm throwing a thing at my place tonight. a little something, just a few drinks, and some music. you should come!" he says, catching up to you.

you stop walking as you raise a brow. "you sure it's not just an excuse to get me in your house?"

heeseung smirks, "that's a plus. but i just wanna see you outside of this hell hole."

you ponder on it a bit, before continuing to walk. "i'll think about it.."

heeseung smiles, bouncing around like a child. "that's all i ask. if you come i promise i'll behave. scouts honor! unless you don't want me to ..."

"bye, heeseung" you say, shoving him off the side walk a bit.

—✩ ₊˚

you finally make it into your dorm, throwing your bag down.

"this guy really thinks he's got it like that.." you think as you kick off your shoes and plop down on your bed.

you stare at your ceiling, thoughts running through your head.

maybe a party won't be so bad ... i'm allowed to have fun..

you walk to your closet, shuffling through the items you have in there before you spot a dress you never got to wear.

wouldn't hurt to go, right?

—✩ ₊˚

before you know it, it's time to head out. you're already 30 minutes late which, was completely intentional.

you look at yourself in the mirror one more time, smoothing your dress out. before grabbing your purse and car keys, heading out the door.

as you arrive, you can already hear the music from your car. "a little something" my ass.

you debate about driving back to your dorm, not even knowing why you brought yourself here. you decide to go inside, knocking on the door.

you shiver a bit as the night breeze hits your exposed arms. then the door clicks open, revealing the man who annoys you the most. but for once, he's quiet.

"y/n ... you came." he speaks after a few moments, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you.

"yeah! i did." the silence is thick as he stares you down from the doorway.

"uh.. can you let me in? it's cold."

he's shaken out of his trance. "oh- oh yeah, come in."

you finally step inside, taking in your surroundings. his house is nice, underneath all the red cups and drunk college students.

"you clean up nice." he looks you up and down. "i mean, not that you don't always look nice— you always look... extremely nice." he stutters, dazed.

"right. where are the drinks?"

he takes you towards the kitchen, where you shuffle through his fridge, looking for something you'd enjoy.

"you know, I didn't think you'd show up." he says, sipping his drink.

you shrug, picking up a bottle and reading the label. strawberry daiquiri ... that's more like it. "guess i was bored."

"nothing better to do than to walk into my party wearing that dress?"

"don't flatter yourself." you say, walking away, heeseung not too far behind you.

your daiquiri wasn't enough to get you drunk, or even tipsy, but enough to make you let loose a bit.

you mingle around, making conversation with a few people you know from your classes. heeseung eventually leaves your side, not that you noticed. but his eyes never left you once.

you feel a hand brush your arm and it's none other than him.

"dance with me" he says, and before you can protest you're already getting dragged to the living room.

it's barely dancing, just swaying and heeseung trying to keep up with you.

"heeseung, you're drunk." you giggle at him, his cheeks flushed.

"yeah? i'm sober enough to know exactly what i want." he pauses, twirling you to the music. "sober enough to know that it's you."

his hand slides to your lower back, as if he was trying to keep you steady.

"you really don't quit do you?" you say, brow raised. "you've probably got a lineup of girls waiting to get in your pants, yet you're worried about what's in mine."

"probably. but i don't want any of them."

you scoff at his cockiness, but entertain him nonetheless.

"this ain't what you want, heeseung. i don't even think you can handle all of this." you reply, still swaying to the beat of the music.

heeseung freezes for a second, blinking once, then twice, before he laughs, quiet and low, looking at you with that same dazed look from earlier.

"let me prove it, then." he says, hands reaching for yours.

"give me one chance ...i promise i'll be the best you ever had."

you stand there, staring at him. his hands are cold, but your body is warm. you want to open your mouth, to say something snarky, to shut him down as always.

but you see it. that look in his eyes. dazed. hungry. like he already knows you inside and out.

maybe it's the music. maybe it's the daiquiri burning in your stomach. maybe you just wanted to give in for once. but you agree, softly.

"okay."

his eyes widened a bit, not expecting you to agree. he plays it off with a smirk, before leading you through the crowd.

he takes you up the stairs, and into his room, door clicking softly behind you.

you look around his room, noticing the action figures and posters on his wall. weird. he's a total geek..

you turn around, seeing he hasn't moved from his spot. heeseung, the man who has been begging for your time for months, hasn't moved an inch.

"you getting cold feet?" you say, smirk evident on your face.

"i don't wanna mess this up." his voice is low, vulnerable, as his eyes flick down to your lips and then back to your eyes.

"have you messed up before?" you say, brows raised.

"they weren't you."

you hold his gaze, smirk faltering for a second, not expecting that response.

"careful. you sound like you might like me." you say, shaking off the thought.

he finally moves from the door, making his way towards you. "i do. always have."

"you can still change your mind." he says, hands itching to touch you.

"you want me to?" there's a short moment of silence between them.

"you know I don't."

heeseung's hands lightly rub against your waist, as if he were trying to memorize your curves. he pulls you against him, whispering in your ear.

"tell me you want this like i do."

your chest rises a little faster now, as his hand rests on your face. not demanding, just there.

"i want this."

heeseung moves slowly, thumb caressing your face as his other hand roams down your body. he presses light kisses against your jaw, as if he's testing to see if you'll stop him.

you don't.

his lips finally meet yours, and it's nothing like you expected. it's patient, and intentional. his mouth works over yours like he's been waiting for this, which he has. yet he takes his time like he's savoring the way you taste.

one of his hands cradles the back of your neck, holding you as if you might pull away. your hands play with the hem of his shirt, and he grins against your lips.

"slow down, baby. i'm not going anywhere." he smirks.

"you've been begging for this. now you have it." you say, neediness evident in your voice.

he walks you backwards until you fall back onto his bed, hovering over you as he kneels between your legs, spreading them gently with both hands.

"i don't wanna just fuck you. i wanna ruin every memory you've ever had of anyone else touching you."

he leans in, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your neck, leaving trails of heat on your skin, goosebumps appearing on your skin as his teeth graze your collarbone.

his hands are at the end of your dress, lifting it with a soft, questioning look, before you give him permission to continue.

clothes come off piece by piece, as if you were unwrapping each other. he takes his time undressing you, not wanting to ruin this moment by rushing.

once you're bare beneath him, he looks at you. the kind of stare that makes you feel even more vulnerable than you already are. the kind that makes you want to close your legs and cover your chest.

"fuck ... you're perfect."

he kisses his way down your stomach, hands caressing your thighs as he holds them open.

his eyes lock on what he's been craving the most, glistening and waiting for him.

"didn't know a girl I've been getting rejected by for months could get this wet for me." he says chuckling.

you roll your eyes, ready to spew out a comeback. until his thumb finds your clit.

your back immediately arches off the bed, a soft gasp leaving your lips.

heeseung watches you in awe, as he rubs tight circles on your clit. his mouth waters at the sight, desperately wanting to taste you.

his body leans down, face right in front your clit. you can feel his breath fanning against you, before his tongue licks a stripe up your cunt.

heeseung devours you like a starved man, deprived of heaven's water. his tongue is slow and patient at times and rushed and hungry in the next. his lips wrap around your clit, sucking on it, before letting it go with a wet pop.

his fingers find their way inside you, one, then two, as he works you toward an orgasm. his long thick fingers find your spot immediately, as if he already knew your body.

you moan sharply, hand reaching for his arm, as your hips meet his movements.

his lips make their way back to your clit, sucking on it like it was his only source of hydration, his fingers never halting as he brings you closer.

you moan, feeling too good.

"you close, baby?" he says, looking up at you while his tongue still works on your body.

you can barely respond, grabbing his hair and grinding right against his lips. your release comes soon after, juices soaking the bottom half of his face.

he works you through your orgasm before slowly pulling his fingers out and bringing them towards his mouth.

"god, how did i go so long without tasting you?" he says, wiping his lips with the back of his hands.

you stare at him, breathless, body still flinching from the aftermath of your orgasm.

"you good? i didn't tear you up that quick did i?" he says smirking.

"how can you be such a douche even after i gave you pussy?" you say rolling your eyes, head flopping back onto the pillow.

he laughs, sliding a condom onto himself.

" wait ... you don't want me to...?" you prop yourself up on your elbows.

"what?" he says, eyebrows furrowing as he pushes you back down.

"you know ... suck your ..." you say, trailing off at the end of sentence.

"considering it's about to be inside you, i think it's okay to say dick, baby." he teases, making you huff.

"but no. you're the prize here. and i wanna earn you." he says, gathering your essence as lube, his head catching your entrance along the way.

"this isn't just sex to me. i want to be the only person who has you this way." his tip, is pressed against you, leaking and ready.

"you still sure about this?" he asks one last time.

you can barely nod before he slides inside of you. your hands fly to his biceps, as he stills. when you look up at him, he looks absolutely wrecked.

mouth open, breathing staggered, sweat dripping down his chest.

after a few moments, he pulls back, almost out, and slams back in, knocking the wind right out of you.

"fuck, heeseung." you moan, back arching as he works inside of you.

he lets out grunts, and groans here and there, but his pace is purposeful, focusing on making you feel good.

"god, y/n you feel like heaven." he says, grabbing your legs, and pressing them against you, new position causing him to hit deeper inside of you.

his name falls off your lips like a prayer, as he continues to fuck into you.

as he feels you tighten up, he pulls out, earning a whine from you.

"sorry baby, but i need you on top of me."

he sits against his headboard, waiting for you. you hover over his lap before taking him in one go, making him throw his head back.

you immediately set a fast pace, alternating between bouncing and grinding against him.

heeseung sounds absolutely pathetic under you, his eyes locked on where you two connect. so he's louder in this position. noted.

his hungry mouth finds its way towards your right nipple, fingers pinching the left.

you let out the sluttiest moan, feeling your orgasm approaching quickly.

his other hand, wanders down to your clit, rubbing fast, sloppy circles against it.

he feels you start to tighten around him, breath hitching and legs shaking against his.

he meets your hips from the bottom, thrusts turning deeper and more deliberate. "i feel it, you're right there, huh?"

"let go for me, yeah? don't hold back."

you moan, clenching tightly around him as your body arches and he groans against your neck.

"there you go, y/n .... that's it baby. you look so pretty cumming around me.." he moans, pressing a kiss on the corner of your mouth. his thrusts don't stop, despite your legs giving out, as he fucks you into overstimulation.

you're left a wet, whimpering mess, while he chases his release, stilling deep inside you as he releases into the condom.

he slowly pulls out of you, laying you down carefully on the bed, as he flops beside you, chest still rising and falling.

"you okay?" his whispers, his voice slightly hoarse. "wasn't too much?"

you shake your head, still catching your breath. he looks at you for some moments, having everything he's ever wanted, a mess in his bed right now.

"don't overthink it." he speaks into the silence, already knowing where your mind is going. "you let me see all of you tonight. i'm not going anywhere."

"if i didn't, would you have left?"

"no." he doesn't even let a beat pass. "i'd still want you. still think about you. still be trying to get under your skin in the worst way." he says, letting out a breathy laugh.

"i truly want you y/n. so let me stay this time. really stay."

a/n: uhhhhhhh yeah

tagz. @nithxhoon (wouldn't let me tag u)