#it's gone. I *love* my stuff 😭 I feel lost without it 😭 I like thinking of a random little project and immediately knowing exactly where

[running-in-the-dark]

I like all my hobbies, kind of, but every time we move somewhere else it drives me absolutely insane how much stuff I have.

meanwhile my husband will probably end up with one box, his clothes and his computer (+ everything that goes with that).

[hoshifighting]

how seventeen would act with reader having daddy issues

WARNINGS: it may be sensitive to some people, and there are mentions of past traumas and family issues. mostly of it is basically, seventeen and their family taking care of you <3

a/n: this was an ask that was in my inbox for a long time, sorry about this 🥺 and worse, I was writing it, and the light have gone off, so ivé lost the drabble and I cant find in my inbox, I just know that it was from my bestie hannieween, sorry about the long time 🥺🙏 I hope you like it

seungcheol: already planning how to spoil you just to make up for what you didn’t get. this man would not let you suffer through those awkward, tense family reunions. the second you even hint at feeling uncomfortable, he’s pulling you out of there and taking you straight to his family’s place. his dad, a total sweetheart. he’s the type to sit you down, ask how you’re doing, and genuinely listen. and that’s when it hits you—this is where seungcheol gets his protective streak. his dad’s got the same energy, always making sure you’re taken care of. it’s like you’re part of their family now, and honestly, it feels better than anything you’ve ever known.

jeonghan: he’s sneaky about it, but in the most loving way. like, he knows you’ve got that hole where support should be, and he’s filling it without making it obvious. he’d get his mom and dad to invite you over for a casual dinner, but then it’s all about you. “oh, y/n loves pasta, mom,” he’d say, nudging you under the table when you get shy. his parents adore you, and jeonghan’s sitting back, watching you laugh at his dad’s corny jokes with this smug little grin, like, yeah, that’s my baby.

joshua: he’d plan random trips to his family’s place, just so you can hang out with his mom. like, one weekend, you’re baking cookies with his mom, and the next, you’re playing guitar with his uncle. josh is always hovering, making sure you’re comfortable, but lowkey beaming when he sees you getting along with his family. he’s super patient, too—he never pushes, just waits for you to open up when you’re ready. and when you do... he’s holding your hand, whispering, “see? they love you, just like i do.”

junhui: he’d make sure you feel like you belong there too. he’d take you home during the holidays, and suddenly, his mom’s treating you like her own kid. jun would sit next to you at dinner, quietly making sure you’re okay, squeezing your hand under the table whenever he notices you getting overwhelmed. he’s just sitting there, watching it all unfold, thinking, yeah, this is what you deserve.

hoshi: this man would straight-up share his dad with you. like, he’d plan trips for the three of you—fishing, hiking, picnics, you name it. and he’d be so proud when you start opening up to his dad. he gets that it’s gonna take time, but when he sees you laughing at his dad’s terrible puns, he’s smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. sometimes, when hoshi’s away for schedules, you’d even hang out with his dad without him. he’ll be texting you like, “my dad loves you more than me now 😭.” and even when he’s away for work, his family still makes time for you, calling you over to hang out or have dinner.

woozi: jihoon’s not big on family talk, but he knows you are, and he gets it. instead of dragging you into his family stuff, he makes a point of creating a new kind of support for you. like, you want to skip a stressful family dinner? cool, you’re spending the night at his place, binge-watching your favorite shows and eating takeout. he’s not one for big gestures, but he makes sure you always know you’re not alone. his quiet, steady presence is the comfort you never knew you needed.

wonwoo: he’d just sit there, letting you talk, and then hit you with the most thoughtful response ever, like, “you didn’t deserve that, but you deserve everything good now. let me be that for you.” giving you the world’s warmest hug, he’d probably start joking about being your emotional support cat forever.

minghao: he fully believes in breaking cycles, so he’s the guy who helps you redefine what family even means. he’d take you to meet his ambient, his friends, his family, everywhere where he KNOWS you'll be taken care off. he’d also start little traditions with you, like Sunday morning walks or trying new restaurants, just to build something stable and comforting for you. he's not trying to be your dad—of course. but he's trying to make programs that he remembered doing with his dad and that somehow, marked his trajectory. he wants you to experience that too.

mingyu: when shit gets heavy, he doesn’t try to fix it all at once—he just sits with you, lets you cry on his shoulder, strokes your hair, and whispers, “you’re not alone, okay? you’ve got me.” when you’re ready, he’s like, “now, what do you want to do about it?” and he’ll back you no matter what. he’ll drag you out to do the most random shit—karaoke, late-night drives, baking cookies at 2 a.m.—just so you’re not stuck in your head. and when you thank him later, he’s like, “who, me? nah nah.”

seokmin: he is the kind of guy who’ll carry you—literally. if you’re overwhelmed, he’ll scoop you up like you weigh nothing and plant you on the couch with snacks, a blanket, and whatever dumb movie he picked. “you don’t need to do anything today,” he says, plopping down beside you with the softest smile. but also, he won’t sugarcoat things, but he also doesn’t let you get stuck in negative self-talk. “you’re worth more than what he made you feel.”

seungkwan: got a sixth sense for this kinda thing. you don’t even have to say the words—he knows. he’s the type to gently steer the convo every time someone in your family says something shitty, or he’ll swoop in with some sarcastic-ass joke to take the heat off you. but when it’s just the two of you, he’s soft as hell, cuddling you, stroking your hair, and reminding you that he’s your safe space now. he’d probably even offer to go with you to therapy, just to sit there and hold your hand.b

vernon: he’ll say the goofiest shit to make you laugh—like doing terrible impressions of your least favorite family members or purposely messing up on kendama. doesn’t even try to hide how much he loves you. when you’re down, he’s the type to turn everything into a you’re amazing campaign. random notes in your bag, impromptu “you’re so cool” chants, and hugs so tight they might crack your ribs.

chan: baby’s the sweetest. he’s lowkey hurt that you’ve had to deal with that kind of stuff, so he makes it his mission to show you what love and support really look like. chan’s family would love you, and he’d be so excited to share them with you. he’d plan little visits where it’s just you, him, and his parents, so it’s not overwhelming. later, he’d check in, like, “did you have fun? was it okay?” because all he wants is for you to feel loved and safe.

[l0stglitch]

Hello! Hope your day is going good. Recently found your work and I’m obsessed! Any HC or maybe a short imagine about what would happen if Y/N got hurt or taken by someone!

Fight or Flight

Platonic yandere lost boys x reader

Notes- Sorry this request is literally from Christmas. IVE BEEN BUSY OK 😭. Anyways a friend of mine has offered to become my beta reader so go give her a follow because she’s awesome 🫶

Warnings- murder, attempted rape against underage reader, yandere behaviour

Beta reader- @justmoone

Word count- 4512

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The boardwalk is busy tonight. Not particularly surprising, after all, it is summer. Still, the large crowds make you nervous, especially when you have to navigate them alone. In retrospect, it probably wasn’t the best idea to leave a fourteen year old with a wad of cash and instructions to ‘buy whatever the hell you want’, but your fathers weren’t thinking about that at the time. They were hungry, and in all honesty, you are too.

The queue you’ve been standing in doesn’t seem to have gone down at all since you joined it. Part of you is tempted to leave and go find another food truck, but the smell of kebabs is making your mouth water, and you’ll be damned if you let a mere queue stop you from getting what you want.

It’s probably because of all the tourists, you think irritably, glaring at anyone who happens to step into your line of sight. I bet my fathers love this. There’s enough people here to feed an entire country of vampires.

You glance back over to the front of the line, which has finally gotten closer. There’s only one couple in front now, two men, who by the sounds of it are ordering way more food than necessary. Then again, who are you to judge? You live with four guys who live purely on blood and booze. A totally normal family.

The guys in front step to the side to wait for their order and you shuffle up closer to the van, trying to ignore the fact that those men are one hundred percent staring directly at you. Perhaps you should just leave and find somewhere else to get food. They probably won't follow you, not whilst they’re waiting for their meals.

No. I came here for a kebab- I’m not leaving without one.

You tell the person in the van what you want before reluctantly joining the other group of customers waiting for their meals. The strangers are still staring. You can feel it in the back of your neck: a hot pricking sensation that warns you to leave before things get ugly.

Nope. Still not gonna leave. Those guys can fuck off.

You fix your gaze on the people making the food in an attempt to distract yourself from the alarm bells going off inside your head. There’s enough people here for you to feel somewhat safer, but you keep your guard up anyway. Better to be overly cautious than left for dead in an alleyway... Would something like that actually happen though? You aren’t entirely sure. Dwayne tends to exaggerate things like that to scare you into behaving. You used to believe every word he said, but now you’re older. It's becoming clearer that a lot of the stuff he tells you is just to ensure that you don’t grow too bold. Too independent.

A voice from the van pulls you from your thoughts. “One large doner kebab and a grape soda?” About time. You were beginning to worry they’d forgotten your order.

You step forward and hand over some cash in return for the food. The woman in the van offers you a small smile, which you half-heartedly return before quickly walking away in search of a place to sit down.

After spending a few minutes roaming the streets and trying not to bump into anyone, you eventually find a quiet spot on the beach to sit down and eat. Your feet are sore from all the walking, though you suppose that you should be used to it by now.

Maybe they wouldn’t hurt so much if David didn’t insist on me wearing these big ass combat boots, you think, punctuating your internal complaint with an audible huff.

You quickly crack open the soda, closing your eyes and moaning dramatically as the overly sweet liquid provides your dry mouth with much needed relief. After draining half the can, you set it down and grab the kebab stuffed flatbread out of its bag.

You’re only a few bites into your kebab when you hear them again. Those two loud voices that ring through the air as if they personally own it.

No way those assholes have actually followed me here.

Despite your irritation, you can feel yourself growing nervous. This section of the beach is more secluded than the boardwalk, so if they try anything, it’ll be harder for you to find help.

“Hey babe. You here by yourself?”

You flinch. Only Paul calls you babe. Refusing to look at them, you firmly shake your head.

“My dad’s nearby- he’ll be back soon.”

The second guy laughs, and from the corner of your eye you can see him moving to stand in front of you, blocking your view of the sea. “Really? He can’t be that close, I don’t see many people round here.”

His voice is light, as if making a joke, though even if he was, you know it wouldn’t be intended for you. His friend chuckles along. You aren’t sure if he’s laughing at what the other guy said, or if it’s your obvious discomfort that he finds funny. Either way, this entire interaction has made you realise that maybe your fathers weren’t exaggerating when they told you about how shitty men can be.

“I’m sorry, but I gotta go. He’s probably looking for me.” You place your half-eaten kebab on the sand beside you, making a mental note to ask David to buy you something later as you pull yourself to your feet. You turn around in the direction of the boardwalk, only to find creep #1 blocking your way.

Seeing as he’s standing directly in your line of sight, you finally force yourself to look at him properly. His eyes are brown. Not warm and soft like Dwayne’s, no, these are dark and calculating. They search for any signs of fear or weakness, waiting for an opportunity to strike. A predator. His unkempt mullet dances threateningly in the wind, some strands flicking against the side of his face and catching in the stubble running along his jaw. It’s too long to be neat, yet not quite the length of an actual beard. A pathetic excuse for facial hair, really.

He smiles threateningly as your forced smile drops. By now your heartbeat has become noticeable, pounding against your ribs in preparation to run. Maybe this is your sign to just book it while you can- choose a random direction and sprint. Hopefully you’ll find an old lady who’ll pretend to be your grandmother until they take the hint and leave.

“What’s the rush? You don’t wanna hang out with us while you wait for him to come back?”

Nope. That’s the last thing you want to do. “He doesn’t like me talking to strangers.”

The man’s grin only seems to grow wider, “Well then, why don’t we get to know each other a bit better?”

The guy behind starts laughing again, “I can think of a few ways of doing that.”

You resist the urge to turn around and punch him in the gut. From what you remember, he had been quite a burly figure, definitely larger than his friend. Not someone you’d want to piss off; he could probably snap you in half.

Well then, it seems like there’s only one thing left for me to try.

Before either of them can say anything else, you dart to the left and begin sprinting down the beach. One of them shouts after you, but you can’t hear what he’s saying over the sound of your own breathing. No, not breathing- you can’t breathe anymore. What’s that sound then? Gasping? Whatever it is, it hurts.

It’s difficult to run in the sand, especially in such heavy boots. It seems that the only advantage you have is your core desire to survive. Your mind is silent as you run, no thoughts, only raw emotions.

Fear.

Desperation.

Anger.

Anger at what? You don’t know at this moment. Maybe later you’ll have time to attach names to your feelings, but not now that your mind has regressed to that of an animal. A deer running from wolves. A lamb trying to avoid gruesome slaughter at the hands of men. Whether or not you die is yet to be decided, but either way, your fate will certainly be gruesome.

The ground beneath you suddenly changes. You feel it in the way your stomach drops, and then a split second later, your gait is interrupted. It’s only a small stumble, a brief moment of weakness where you are forced to steady yourself, but it’s enough. A hand fastens around your shoulder, and suddenly you’re theirs.

You hear a breathy chuckle. He’s laughing again. This is just a joke to them. A game to pass time. Rage simmers quietly beneath your skin, momentarily muffling your fear. There’s a second of silence, a brief treaty that allows you all to catch your breaths, and then you spin on your heel and swing your fist into his face.

He recoils with a sharp grunt, hand quickly abandoning your shoulder to cup his nose. You try to run again, but his friend grabs you from behind, snaking his arms around your waist to ensure you stay put.

“Get the fuck off me!” Your voice comes out more desperate than you had intended. More of a fearful scream than the threatening snarl you had been going for. The man behind you moves an arm up to your chest to stop your squirming, leaning close to your ear as he threatens you to be quiet. You can feel his breath hot against your skin as he speaks, his voice raspy and slightly higher than earlier. He’s giddy with excitement, this sudden power he holds over you must be intoxicating.

The guy with the mullet finally recovers, slowly moving his palm away from his face to reveal a small trickle of blood that has crept down from his nostril to his lip. Despite your predicament, you still manage to feel a tiny flicker of pride at the damage you caused, though it quickly disappears when you see the rage painted across his face.

“That bitch just fucking hit me.” His voice is unsettlingly quiet. You can feel your hands becoming moist with sweat as a hopeless anxiety settles into your bones. Your fingers are trembling now, moving without thought as you try to scratch at your attacker’s skin. Anything to free yourself from them.

He slowly wipes the blood from his nose, still maintaining eye contact with you. This is all a performance for him- a display of power to see how much of a reaction you’ll give him. You know this, yet somehow that doesn't make the whole ordeal any less intimidating. “Y’know, I was gonna play nice. Gonna make this easier for you cause you’re young.” He pulls out a pocket knife, inspecting it with considerable interest before glancing back at you. “But since you attacked me, I guess we’ll have to use some force.”

Your stomach drops as a wave of terror washes over you. The muscles in your throat have closed up, so you can’t even beg him to stop as he traces the edge of his knife down your jawline. There’s enough pressure to remind you that the object in his hand could easily end your life, though he doesn’t press down hard enough to break the skin.

Maybe he doesn’t want to ruin it.

The thought makes you nauseous, yet part of you secretly hopes your theory is correct. You’d rather he cut you somewhere that can be easily hidden under clothes instead of marring your face.

“You’ve got a pretty cute outfit on. It’s a shame I’m gonna have to cut it off ya.”

So that’s what the knife is for. Ok, not as bad as what I thought.

You tense as he grips the collar of your black cami, the backs of his fingers grazing against your bra as he pulls the fabric taut and slices down the middle with the knife. The man who had been holding you in place then helps to wrestle the rest of the top off your body.

Despite it being summer, you can’t help but shiver against the breeze. The combination of their piercing stares and the sharpness of the evening air leaves your skin riddled with goosebumps.

“Damn. I take back what I said, you look way better without the clothes.” Another laugh. You know what they’re about to do to you, yet you can’t move. Perhaps your body has decided that the safest thing to do in this situation is to just let them rape you. That isn’t what your mind thinks. Your mind thinks you should run. It screams and begs at you to do something, anything to get away. Scream, fight, sprint, but you can’t. Your joints are locked in place, and your muscles are frozen.

A pair of hands suddenly cups your waist, replacing the previous pair, which now rest on your shoulders. The sensation makes you feel sick, but your body still remains motionless. You don’t know where to look. There’s no way you’re going to glance up at his face and risk being caught by those leering eyes, but you also can’t bring yourself to look down. To see what he’s doing to you. It’s easier to mentally distance yourself from the physical assault on your body if you can’t see it happening.

So instead, you decide to stare at his t-shirt. It’s grey. The type of grey that seems like one solid colour from a distance, though when you get closer, it looks more like unmixed paint. Lots of little shades of the same colour, trying to blend together yet not quite able to. You try to numb the bright yellow fear of your thoughts with the dull grey of the fabric, but it doesn’t quite work. You can still feel his hands trailing down to the waistband of your leather shorts. In a moment they’ll be gone too, and then you will be completely unprotected.

The grey isn’t working anymore, so you switch to black, squeezing your eyes shut so tightly that it makes your head hurt. The darkness provided by your eyelids is comforting. It reminds you of David’s trench-coat, keeping you hidden from the eyes of anyone who might try to hurt you..

Your lungs seem to stop working as you feel his fingers hook onto your shorts. Only a few seconds left, and then you’ll be stripped of what’s left of your dignity. You hold your breath and wait for the inevitable, but it never comes. Instead, you feel a rush of air hit your face, and then a surprised shout from one of your assailants interrupts the brief silence. His shout quickly dissolves into an agonised scream that barely masks the sounds of muscles ripping and bones snapping.

The boys are here.

The hands that were on your shoulders are torn away, and suddenly you’re free.

You're safe.

Safe.

Safe…

The word replays in your mind like a mantra, though it doesn’t seem to have any effect on the way you feel. The danger is gone, yes. It’s dead. They’re dead. But are you safe? Do you feel safe? No, not whilst there are men here. Not now that you know exactly what they’re capable of, none of them feel safe.

You keep your eyes shut and bring your hands up to cover your ears; try and will reality out of existence. The weight of what happened seems to be physically dragging you down to the floor- tugging at your limbs and encouraging you to sit. So you do.

There’s someone crouched in front of you, a shadow behind your eyelids. He doesn’t touch you, not after what you’ve endured, but he also doesn’t leave when you refuse to acknowledge his existence. He just waits. Waits for your mind to take back ownership of your body.

After somewhat steadying your breathing, you slowly lower your arms and open your eyes, making sure to keep them averted. It’s easier to look at the sand than to look at any of your dads. You don’t want to see the emotions that must be contorting their faces right now as they stare down at you.

“Hey, look at me.” Dwayne’s voice is sickeningly gentle. You know he’s only trying to help, but the softness of his tone makes your stomach churn.

“It’s ok, they’re gone now. I need you to look at me sweetheart.” You want to scream at him, tell him to fuck off and let you process this without the four of them staring you down, but you can’t. It’s impossible to speak, let alone scream, so you reluctantly shift your teary-eyed gaze up to his face.

The blood smeared across his skin momentarily catches you off guard. It’s not that you aren’t used to seeing them like this, but usually they have the decency to try and clean themselves up after feeding. Dwayne must have noticed you grimace, because he quickly swipes at his cheek with the sleeve of his jacket. It doesn’t really do much, but you appreciate the effort.

“I uh- I’m gonna give you my shirt, ok? I don’t know where yours is.” His eyes dart down to your shoulders for a second before promptly jumping back up to your face.

“None of us are looking, I promise.”

You can feel your cheeks grow warm at the statement. Their apparent awareness of your discomfort brings on a certain level of shame. This is your family- you shouldn’t feel embarrassed about them seeing you in such a vulnerable state.

Dwayne carefully hands you his t-shirt, making sure to keep his eyes averted as you pull it over your head and loop your trembling arms through the sleeves. Once you're done, he cautiously looks you up and down to check for injuries. You aren’t sure why, considering there’s barely any skin on display, but you make no move to stop him. It only takes Dwayne a few seconds to decide that you seem physically unharmed, save for a couple of bruises and shallow cuts.

David takes a step closer and crouches down beside Dwayne. There’s a few long seconds of staring- you at him and him at you. Studying, perhaps. He’s studying your fear, and you’re studying his… guilt?

“I’m sorry.”

He’s what?

Why is he sorry? David never apologises. You open your mouth to speak, only to find that you can’t. Your throat is so tight that all you can manage to do is breathe, and even that is a struggle.

“I should’ve been there to protect you, this is my fault.”

He looks like he’s in pain, eyes glossy and jaw tense as he tries to keep his composure. You shake your head in disagreement, unsure of how to comfort him. Fuck, you’re both crying. This is pathetic. David never cries, or at least, not in front of you. It feels weirdly intimate seeing his cold facade finally shatter, especially in such a public space.

The muscles in your throat feel slightly less painful now, so you hesitantly try to speak.

“Can- can I hug you?”

He stiffens and then blinks, looking mildly confused. “You don’t need to ask for a hug.”

Before you can even think of a reply he’s pulling you closer. You let yourself go limp in his hold, finding comfort in the way his arms tighten around your frame. It reminds you of simpler times, back when a mere hug could solve all of life’s problems. You feel like a child again, small and naive. Naive to think that your fathers are any different from the monsters they protect you from. It’s nice to imagine though, just for a moment, that this is normal.

You shift slightly, moving so that your chin now rests on David’s shoulder. Dwayne is there crouched behind him, staring at you with those sad, brown eyes. He doesn’t seem completely present, perhaps unable to process what has just happened. It’s a little unnerving seeing him so detached.

“Dad?”

Dwayne doesn’t react, but David does. He starts tracing circles on your back, and then suddenly stops, “Are you ok with me touching you?”

You nod, “Is Dwayne ok?”

“Dwayne’s fine. It’s you we’re worried about.” He gently squeezes your shoulder before changing the subject, “You wanna head back home?”

You nod again, choosing not to speak this time. Your limbs feel heavy, reminding you of the meal you hadn’t been able to finish. It’s an effort to stand up, even with David supporting your weight with an arm firm around your waist.

Should I ask for more food?

One look at your fathers’ disheveled appearances makes it clear that buying another meal is not an option. Marko in particular looks like something out of a horror movie. His clothes are wet with blood, and there’s small chunks of flesh tangled in his hair. It’s not the gore that bothers you though, but rather the look on his face. His muscles bulge under the skin to form a demonic scowl, and his eyes burn with a murderous rage. This is not your father- not anymore.

You lean further into David’s side, prompting him to tighten his grip on you. The air is tense with unspoken words. You crane your neck sideways to try and look at the bodies, only for Paul to step in and block your view. He, like Marko, is drenched in blood, though his eyes shine blue, not gold.

“You don’t need to see that. How ‘bout we just go back home and rest? I bet you must be tired.”

Before you can protest, David hums in agreement and begins steering you towards where you assume the bikes are parked. Paul is quick to flank your other side, walking close enough for his arm to brush against yours every few seconds. You glance up at him, taking note of how stiff his posture is, rigid shoulders and a tight jaw. He’s on edge, scanning the environment for any potential threats… Or witnesses, you suppose, as it’s not likely you’ll run into anyone who’d actually stand a chance against one vampire, let alone four.

“I won’t let anyone touch you again. I swear to fucking god I’ll kill them all.” David keeps his gaze fixed straight ahead as he speaks, voice low and possessive. You don’t doubt for a second that he means it. Your father isn’t one to make empty promises.

The five of you stop by the bikes, all of which are lying on their sides. Paul and Dwayne go to flip them back over, whilst David stays at your side, arm still firm around your waist. You aren’t sure how to feel about the proximity. It’s been a long time since he’s held you so close, especially in public. This isn't some habitual display of affection, no, it’s a desperate attempt to regain control over what has happened. A reminder that you belong to them, and anyone who tries to steal what’s theirs will be swiftly dealt with. Swiftly, but not painlessly.

It suddenly occurs to you that Marko has seemingly disappeared. You try to turn around to see if he’s behind you, but David’s grip tightens, refusing to let you move.

“Where did Marko go?”

“He’s with me.”

From David’s other side, Marko’s head peers round to look at you. His face is softer than earlier, back to its usual boyishness. He looks deceptively innocent, almost angelic as he offers up a small smile.

Well, at least he no longer resembles a raccoon on coke.

Having finished helping Paul with the bikes, Dwayne turns back around to face you. His brows are knitted into a frown that’s been present since the moment they saw you with those men. It’s obvious that he won’t be able to relax until you’re safely brought back to the cave. Even then, he’ll probably insist on staying in your room while you sleep.

“You’re gonna ride back with Dwayne, ok?” David murmurs, his hand drifting from your waist to the small of your back as he speaks. You nod, despite knowing that he isn’t actually asking for permission. You will be ok with riding with Dwayne, because that's what they expect of you.

Satisfied with your compliance, David guides you over to the bike. When you cross the space over to Dwayne, his gloved hand lingers against your back a little longer than necessary, before retreating back to his side. You know that it makes sense for them to be extra protective after what just happened, but you can’t help but feel smothered by all the physical contact. It isn’t so bad dealing with Paul or Marko being overly affectionate from time to time, but all four of them? Together? It’s suffocating. You feel like an animal, overwhelmed and ready to bite.

Dwayne, who is either oblivious to your discomfort, or straight up ignoring it, grabs you by your waist and hauls you up onto the bike. The action makes you tense up, to which he shoots you a questioning look.

“Did I hurt you?”

You squirm under the intensity of his gaze, “No. I just- I’m fine.”

Dwayne narrows his eyes sceptically, but doesn’t ask any more questions. He climbs onto the seat in front and turns on the engine. You wrap your arms around his torso and lean closely into his back as the bike lurches forwards. The sudden movement catches you off guard, and you find that you’re forced to tighten your embrace to avoid flying off the back of the bike.

David quickly catches up on his own ride, his expression somewhat irritated as he glances over. He’s saying something to Dwayne, but you can’t hear over the rushing wind. Probably demanding that Dwayne lets him take the lead. Funny how they can still get caught in such trivial matters only minutes after killing two men. Then again, this isn’t anything new for them- it would be weird if they hadn’t killed anyone today.

The bike has slowed down a bit now, so you assume David has overtaken Dwayne. Marko and Paul are somewhere behind, quieter than usual, you realise. There’s no laughing or cheering tonight, which you’re somewhat glad for, though the silence is a little unnerving. You close your eyes and rest your head against Dwayne’s shoulder, suddenly feeling very tired. The leather is cool against your cheek and smells faintly of cigarettes. It reminds you of home.

Home.

You’ll be safe there, won’t you?

Yes, of course you will. Your fathers will keep you safe from anyone who’d want to hurt you. They’d die for you. Kill for you.

Yet somehow, even knowing that fact doesn’t calm the pounding in your chest. Your heart continues its rhythmic drumming, and your skin keeps crawling with invisible fingers.

Those men may be dead, but you aren’t sure you’ll ever truly be safe again.

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Tag list- @purple-lemon-8 @xjesterxjacksx @lunoorbonoor @simplyreading96 @lostbetweenvampiresandmusic @humbuginmybones @thelostboysforeva

[hyuniemyunie]

holding bruce while he cries ☆ミ

and then making him cum oops.

sub bruce wayne x gn dom reader

nsfw

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(ФωФ): big man in your lap, dry humping, clothed..stuff, bruce cumming in his pants, bruce crying!!!

lawd help this is kinda long😭😭 i write for everything mentioned in my pinned list, so dont be surprised if i post for a lot of characters/fandoms<3 if u saw any typos..no u didnt..

(I'll get to yalls requests soon after im done with exams!<3)

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the Batcave was silent except for the soft hum of the machinery and the occasional beep of the monitors. Bruce sat in front of the computer, his back hunched, eyes bloodshot from hours of working, but he wasn’t focused on the screen. His mind raced with the weight of his responsibilities, the guilt, the constant need to protect Gotham that never seemed to let up. The mask he wore as Batman was always on, even in moments of exhaustion.

You had been quietly watching him from the shadows for a while, your heart aching for him. You could see the strain on his face, the toll his double life had taken on him. He was never the one to ask for help, to let someone in. But you could tell he needed it, needed to be held.

Without a word, you approached him, your steps soft and measured. You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, feeling the tense muscles under his suit. “Bruce,” you whispered, your voice warm and full of concern. “You’ve been at this for too long. You need to rest.”

He didn’t respond, his jaw clenched as if holding back the flood of emotions threatening to spill over. The weight of everything—Alfred’s death, the countless battles, the endless loss—was suffocating him, and he didn’t know how to let go of it. He wasn’t used to showing weakness, not even in front of you.

You gently knelt in front of him, your hand softly cupping his face, urging him to look at you. “Bruce, it’s okay,” you murmured, your voice tender, full of love, something bruce wasn't used to. “You don’t have to carry all of this by yourself.”

For a moment, Bruce’s eyes flickered, and his chest tightened. He wanted to say something, to deny the raw ache in his heart, but the words got stuck in his throat. The walls he had built around himself started to crack, the dam he had carefully constructed to keep his emotions in check beginning to crumble.

Your thumb brushed over his cheek, a soothing gesture, and that was all it took. His shoulders shook as he let out a ragged breath, and before he could stop himself, tears welled up in his eyes. The dam had broken, and he couldn’t hold it in any longer, he trusted you enough to cry in front of you.

He buried his face in your hands, the flood of emotions too much to contain. “I can’t… I can’t do this anymore,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, raw with pain. “I’m so tired, I’ve lost too much.”

Without a second thought, you pulled him into your arms, your embrace warm and comforting “Shh,” you whispered, gently rocking him back and forth. "You’re not alone. I’m here, always.”

He leaned fully against your body, letting you hold most of his weight as the weeks, months, years of pent-up emotions poured out of him. The words of comfort were like daggers to his weary heart. He'd never been on the receiving end of that kind of affection. He'd gone so long without it. He craved it far more than he'd realised.

Bruce clung to you, his hands gripping you tightly as if you were the only thing holding him together. He wasn’t Batman in this moment. He wasn’t the stoic, unshakable Bruce Wayne. He was just a man, broken and exhausted, seeking solace in your arms. The tears came harder now, and he let them fall, not bothering to hide his vulnerability anymore.

You stroked his hair, your touch soft and calming. “It’s okay to cry,” you whispered. “You’ve been through so much, and you’re so, so strong.”

He shook his head against your shoulder, the weight of his grief too much to bear. “I should’ve done more,” he whispered. “I should’ve saved them. I should’ve been stronger.”

“No,” you said firmly, your voice soft but resolute. “You did everything you could. You can’t save everyone, Bruce. But you’ve done more for Gotham than anyone ever could. And I’m so proud of you.”

The words were like a balm to his raw soul, soothing the pain and quieting the thoughts screaming in his head — the ones telling him to pull away, to get a hold of himself, to stop acting like a child, to stop needing things. Still, he didn't speak. Instead, Bruce squeezed you tighter, burying his face in the crook of your neck and simply letting himself cry.

your words, full of warmth and reassurance, wrapped around him like a blanket, soothing the pain he had carried for so long. He pulled back slightly, his tear-streaked face searching you eyes, looking for something, anything.

You cupped his face gently, your thumb brushing away the tears. “You’re my sweet boy,” you murmured, your voice filled with so much love. “You’ve done enough. You’ve given everything. And now, you deserve to rest, okay?"

Bruce let out a shaky breath, his eyes fluttering closed as he allowed himself to finally relax into your embrace. For the first time in what felt like forever, he wasn’t the Dark Knight. He wasn’t the protector of Gotham. He was just Bruce, a man in need of comfort, and you were there to give it.

your arms wrapped around him again, holding him close, your body warmth radiating through him like a beacon. “I’ve got you, sweetheart,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. He whimpered at the kiss, shuddering as the simple action sent a pleasant tingle through his body. His eyes were still shut tight, unable to bring himself to look at you.

In the back of his mind, Bruce was mortified by his behaviour. Sure, he wasn't exactly crying in public, but he'd never had this kind of breakdown before either. He couldn't help the little flicker of embarrassment that rose in him.

"just stay here, with me."

He nodded, pressing himself closer to you, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck in a bid to get as close as possible. He could just stay like this, he thought. He'd stay here forever, if you let him. Bruce sniffled slightly, trying and failing to keep the little whimpers of distress from escaping. He was a grown man, goddamnit, crying like a child in the arms of a pretty person. after a moment, you finally spoke, looking down at his hunched figure "you okay baby?"

He stayed silent for a moment, his face half buried in your hair. The sobs had stopped, leaving him with a raw feeling in his throat. He opened his mouth, letting out a hoarse and unstead-sounding 'yeah'. The urge to look at you welled in his chest, and he finally raised his head. His eyes stung, and he could only imagine the absolutely pathetic expression he must have.

yet you just looked at him..lovingly, as if he was actually worth caring for.

He was immediately struck by the expression on your face. No mockery, no disgust, no pity. Just a fondness in your eyes that Bruce hadn't ever seen directed at him. nothing genuine, anyway.

His chest ached, both in a good and bad way. Bruce blinked, leaning into you.

"I.." He started, voice hoarse, not being able to finish. he muttered a curse under his breath, frustrated by his inability to get past the lump in his throat.

"shut up, pretty boy, just let me cuddle you" you said with a little grin, a teasing glint in your eyes as you softly pinched his cheek Another huff slipped from his lips, but he couldn't help the reluctant half-smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth at your words. He still didn't lift his eyes to meet yours, the shame of his previous breakdown still too fresh inside him.

"You're not going to let this go.." he mumbled, shifting his body slightly. He wasn't technically in your lap, but you were still holding most of his weight.

"come on, relax, it's just us two, no one else.." you said with a shrug

This time, the almost-smile on his face turned into a full-fledged one. He lifted his gaze once more, looking to you for probably the first time in years without a sense of anger or caution.

"Just us two," he repeated, the foreign feeling of ease filling his chest. He took a breath, before adding; "Not Batman, yeah."

"you know, I've been wanting to do a thing for a while.."

before he could even process your sentence, you sat down on his chair, and grabbed him by the hips, pulling him down towards you. He let out a slightly strangled noise as he suddenly found himself in your lap.

"What are you-," he started, but you'd gotten the exact reaction you wanted from him. In his current position, his knees were on either side of your legs, and he was essentially straddling you. his body was..a bit too big to properly fit on your lap, and his weight was giving you a bit of a struggle. but some sacrifices must be made to have a beefy man in your lap, yeah?

"comfy?"you said, your voice smug as hell, too smug for his liking.

He spluttered, a blush staining his cheeks. He was, admittedly, comfy. He'd never sat on someone's lap like this before, so he wasn't entirely sure what to do with himself, and he could clearly see his body's... reaction to this new development. yes, he was hard. He looked away, trying to hide his blush and hoping you wouldn't notice the bulge pressing against your leg. "You're too much," he muttered gruffly.

and to his horror, you looked down and noticed exactly what you shouldn't have, his raging boner. god, this was embarrassing. He flinched, the stare making his blush deepen even more. He didn't mean for you to see quite what his body was doing, but it seemed he didn't have much choice in control at the moment.

".... I can't help it," he muttered defensively, still refusing to look at you.

you huffed out a laugh, arching a brow as you looked at him with the most amused expression you could.

"you got hard over..sitting on my lap?"

He muttered something under his breath, something that sounded like 'I'm a man, aren't I?'. He shifted again, trying to move slightly away from you, but your hands kept him firmly in place. He still refused to look at you, or even in your direction. "It's... been a while," he admitted with a frustrated huff of breath. well, yeah, it has been. no sex, no touching himself. if he didn't need to pee, he'd forget he even has a dick. so of course he's..sensitive.

you only looked up at him with a smug expression that made his blood boil, that damn smirk-

but then, you just..rolled your hips up like it was nothing. He let out a strangled 'ngh' at the friction he got from that, and his hands scrambled to balance himself by grabbing your shoulders.

Bruce shot you an irritated look — more for the fact that you seemed to be enjoying this than the action itself. "Stop that," he huffed, but his voice held a desperate whine. He swallowed thickly, the situation becoming even more uncomfortable by the second. the more you kept moving, the more uncomfortable he became.

you felt good against him. Really good.

He gripped your tighter, the redness of his face spreading down further. "You're a nuisance." he muttered, but the words had no bite behind them.

"Am i? you seem to be enjoying this a lot, bruce, I'm not even doing anything."

He bit the inside of his lip, letting out a shuddering gasp. His fingers dug harder into your shoulders, struggling to keep up his already flimsy balance. Bruce let out a whimper, unable to do much but let you have your way. He wanted — no, needed — more friction than what he was getting, but he had no idea what to do.

He took in a shuddering breath, a whine slipping past his lips. He shifted in your lap, trying to find a better position. He let out another gasp as your jeans pressed right against him, his hands clenching even tighter.

He couldn't look at you, could only focus on the friction as slowly, hesitantly, he found a rhythm to thrust against you, his dick rubbing painfully against the fabric of his suit.

"God," he choked out, his breathing ragged.

"you're acting like a virgin, bruce" you rolled your hips up to meet his grinding, earning a hitched moan from him, making him bite his lower lip, hard. "gonna cum in your pants too?"

He whimpered at your words, shuddering at the heat rushing through his body. He already felt like he was on the verge of coming, and they'd barely done anything. He'd spent so long without being touched by anyone, that the smallest thing was sending him over the edge. he was just so, so sensitive.

"Stop... talking," he panted, his breath hitching with every movement. "I won't... finish in my pants." He tried to sound as confident as possible, but he didn't really convince himself. he was absolutely gonna finish in his pants.

He groaned, the heat from his blush making him feel like he was burning up. He was already so close, and he'd hardly done anything. If your words weren't enough to push him over the edge, the mental image of what he must look like certainly would.

"Nn... please," he mumbled, the word turning into a whine at the end. He was barely holding on as it was.

"please, what? you need to tell me and use your big boy words, bruce"

he whined, letting his head drop to the crook of your neck as he spoke, voice barely above a whisper

"wanna cum.."

you chuckled, your hands going to rest on the firm muscles of his ass, giving them a squeeze "thats a good boy."

He practically let out a sob at your words, the combination of everything finally getting too much. He buried his face deeper into the crook of your neck, desperate to muffle his moans into something, anything to stop him from giving everything away. In that moment, Bruce Wayne, the billionaire and famous vigilante, was a shaking, whining mess, trying his hardest not to cum in his pants like a fucking virgin

you got tired of all his panting and whining, deciding to finally make him cum. you grabbed his hair, pulling back hard, his response to that was immediate. A strangled cry escaped him, his fingers clinging to you as his body tensed, shuddering harshly as he came in his pants, wetting the front of it

Bruce slumped against you, breathing heavy and shaking. Humiliation crashed down over him like a bucket of icy water.

Even as he came down slowly from the high, the heat in his cheeks reignited. He lifted his head, looking down at his pants, then quickly looked away. He couldn't bring himself to look at it — how embarrassing. The wet patch on the front of his pants only made him feel more embarrassment, and he let out a low whine, burying his head back into your neck, damn his size, he couldn't even hide himself.

"none of that, look at the mess you made, bruce." you grabbed his hair, pulling his head back and forcing him to look at the mess he made

He let out another low whimper when you pulled his hair, so he had no choice but to pull his head back. He hesitantly looked down at his pants again, the damp patch on the front an obvious sign of what had just happened.

Bruce's breath hitched in his chest, and his fingers curled into your clothes again. "... I'm a mess.." he mumbled, his voice a whisper.

[clandestineivory]

What type of yandere do you think the Ancients would be if they were one

Thank you for the idea anon <3

Yandere Ancients x Reader

Summary: Oh, lookie, lookie here! It seems that you've managed to charm each and every ancient into loving you dearly...a bit too dearly perhaps. But that's just how they show their affections, right? Maybe that one cookie you were talking to the other day is alright and well and not dead in a closet?

TW: Stalking, manipulation, murder, threatening, not beta read and has never done yandere hcs before. Have fun pookies :D

(It goes from least scariest yandere to most)

REMEMBER WHAT I SAID WHEN I HAD NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE 😭

Hollyberry Cookie

She's definitely attached to you, thats for sure.

You know love bombing? Make it like she's sending a tactical nuke right towards your heart.

She's very clingy, but would allow you to go and do things on your own, you just have to tell her what you did and where you went. Oh, and who exactly you were with.

Hollyberry would never lay a finger on you in a harmful way. Why would she if she knows you'll never want to hurt her affectionate and adorable heart?

Golden Cheese Cookie

She treasures you much, much more then any piece of gold or glittering item she could ever create in her kingdom. The kingdom would be worthless without you in it.

Golden Cheese would stalk you and your every move, sometimes even commanding the marzipan cookies to follow you and photograph your day.

Talking to someone that wasn't the Golden Sovereign? Consider them gone, turned to dust in mere seconds.

She's a goddess! Why would you not want to worship her as much as she does to you..?

It would almost make her sad. Luckily, her best option is to make you do it.

And how could refuse such godly words and beautiful voice?

White Lily Cookie

She’s certainly worse then most of the Ancients. White Lily may just keep you inside the Faerie Kingdom at all times, perhaps even convincing Elder Faerie to keep you under house arrest. Although, she wouldn’t tell you specifically…

White Lily always had her eyes on you, the way you smiled at her words, how you hold her close and say how much you love her.

And she’ll convince you almost every time that you need her.

How could you refuse such a sad and pouty face she makes every time you want to doubt her? It’s almost pitying.

Knowing her goals and past, she would want you to reassure her that you love her, no matter what.

No matter what.

Dark Cacao Cookie

He CANNOT lose you. Anything that you do must be monitored.

Hell, he may even want to use Affogato Cookie’s old spells to keep you under his watch, all agreeable and soft..

He has threatened you once or twice whenever you try to question his judgement, saying stuff like:

“My love, don’t fret. I’m only protecting you.”

But your fears and suspicions were confirmed after one of the Watchers you were talking to suddenly went missing the next day. All you did was say hello and made small talk…

You knew he lost a lot, of course he had the right to be protective over you.

Except being so overprotective and going so far as to…eliminate someone out of sheer jealousy?

You had caused this situation. This was worse then what Affogato Cookie did to the King, because you were doing it completely on accident.

So, to stop hurting anyone else, you just…accepted his love, remaining safe and unharmed within the citadel, avoiding everyone in case of another accident.

Pure Vanilla Cookie

He was supposed to be a pure soul. Someone who’d never do anything horrible or wrong…

Yet when he met you, he instantly got attached. Why? Not even he could explain. You just had some sort of connection with him that made Pure Vanilla love you so dearly.

He definitely hurt you while you were sleeping once or twice, and the feeling of watching you thank him after healing you was…exhilarating.

His habits started from little cuts on your legs to full blown “love” bites and deep cuts on your arms and hands.

At first, you didn’t realize it was him, but after becoming concerned by how much it was happening, you decided to pretend sleeping and wait until something happened.

And it was an understatement that you were shocked.

It was more…terrifying, honestly.

And when you confronted him? He practically almost broke down crying, pulling on your clothes and begging for forgiveness and that he wouldn’t do it again.

Oh, how a King fell so far from purity, nobody will know.

Because after this incident, you forgave him. Surely he was going to stop? You loved him after all, of course he wouldn’t do it again..

And he didn’t. The reason? It’s because you’ve started to lose sleep now. At a concerning point…

Was that coffee in the air? No, just vanilla, as usual…

[mixolya]

hii mixolya!! i love your fics sm, they’re always so sweet and comforting 💓 so i kinda had an idea and wanted to drop it here if that’s okay hehe 😅

a chigiri x reader where he sees the reader get mad for the first time ever 👀 like she’s super hardworking, always calm and gentle, top of her class, always smiling even when things go wrong… but then boom! group project disaster. one lazy teammate shows up last minute, didn’t do anything, tries to act chill and reader just SNAPS 😭 like full-on rage, absolute fury. chigiri’s across the room watching, jaw dropped, lowkey terrified but also stunned cause he’s never seen her like that. after the presentation, he comes over to try and comfort her, calming her down 🥺

also ngl your writing lives in my head rent-free 😭💗 it’s so warm and soft like a hug after a long day. just wanna say thank you for sharing your stories with us! please don’t forget to rest and treat yourself too—you deserve all the soft moments 💕😘

ᓚᘏᗢ — hyoma chigiri: crashing out !

synopsis: you're always calm and collected. but when a lazy groupmate tries to take credit for your work, chigiri watches you explode for the first time.

hyoma chigiri x reader ⭑ fluff / ok idk what to say + likes & reblogs are appreciated <3

note: thank you for your kind words !! <3

you weren't someone who lost it. hyoma knew that. in fact, it was one of the things that made him fall for you. you were always so steady, you could smile through even the most frustrating group projects or canceled plans without breaking stride. you were warmth and grace and razor-sharp intelligence wrapped into one polished, polite package.

so when he sat in the back row of your shared public speaking class and saw your jaw clench for the first time ever, he straightened in his seat. and when kenji, the leech of your group, strode to the front with his iced coffee, five minutes late, zero shame on his face, hyoma got a weird feeling in his chest.

still, you presented like usual, your voice was calm and controlled. your portion was flawless, like always. the rest of your team spoke, stumbling through the slides you'd clearly prepared on their behalf. and then kenji stepped up, hands in his hoodie pockets.

"so yeah, i gues, like... we wanted to show how group collaboration can be stressful but rewarding y'know?" he said, not looking at the class, let alone the slides. "we really pulled it off last minute. like, i even stayed up till, what- 2 a.m.? yeah-"

you didn't move, but hyoma caught it, the way your shoulders tightened and your grip on the remote whitened your knuckles.

kenji grinned. "shoutout to y/n, she's kind of intense with this stuff, but like, i guess it paid off, huh?"

and that was it. you turned slowly, smile gone. "pardon?"

the whole class went quiet, kenji blinked. "uh... what?"

"you didn't show up to a single meeting," you said, voice sharp and cold. "you ghosted our group chat for three weeks. you didn't open the document. you didn't send a single email."

kenji let out a little laugh. "chill. i'm here now."

"oh! you're here now?" you echoed, voice rising. "congrats on gracing us with your presence. what do you want, a medal? you skipped the slides five seconds ago and gave a ted talk about 'grinding' while the rest of us did everything."

someone in the back gasped. kenji looked around like you were joking. you weren't. "you didn't contribute, didn't even try. and now you're standing here trying to pretend you had something to do with this project? nope. not happening."

chigiri sat frozen, eyes wide. he'd seen you frustrated before, tiny sighs and quiet frowns, but this? not once since you got together. and oddly enough? his heart was pounding. not in fear, but in awe. you looked glorious.

"sit down, kenji," you finished, calm again but chillingly final. "you're not answering the q&a." kenji opened his mouth, you didn't even look at him.

he sat.

when the teacher finally spoke, something about "strong delivery" and "passionate engagement", the class gave polite applause. you kept your chin high as you walked off stage and sat beside chigiri. you stared straight ahead, but then..

"oh my God," you whispered, burying your face in your hands. "hyoma, i snapped. i yelled. i yelled in class. i'm gonna cry-"

chigiri blinked. "you're crying because you yelled?"

"i don't yell!" you groaned. "that's like, my whole thing! i never yelled!"

he chuckled softly and reached for your hand, interlacing your fingers under the desk. "honestly?"

you peeked at him through your fingers.

"that was kinda hot." your jaw dropped. "what?"

"i mean, you looked really annoyed. like you were the final boss or something."

you stared. "that is not what i was going for."

chigiri shrugged, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple. "well, maybe next time he'll think twice. you were amazing."

you groaned again, dropping your head to the desk. "this is so humiliating."

"i'm dating someone who could destroy someone's ego with a five-sentence monologue. that's not humiliating, that's a flex."

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; shion

requested by ; 🌻 anon (28/05/25)

fandom(s) ; hell’s paradise

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; shion / yamada asaemon shion

outline ; “Lmao I felt that 😂 when I watched it I was so hooked and too far gone by the 4 episode 😭

You can probably already assume who’d I’d request LMAO but maybe Shion headcanons? Relationship and/or NSFW (gender neutral so all fans and feast) which ever you feel like doing I’d be grateful I’m so starved 🙏

I’m 20!”

note ; not sure of my characterisation here as this is my first time writing for shion… might come back to this later

warning(s) ; none, just fluff

… i hope you like blind jokes because as his partner you will be hearing a whole lot of them

his main love language is humour and he loves to make you laugh, so pretty much every conversation you have tends to conclude with some sort of corny joke that you can’t not laugh at no matter how genuinely bad it was

but if we’re talking about the main five, the traditional love language that speaks to him the most is probably acts of service. if he loves you he wants to look after you, and having someone there to wholeheartedly support him (and his surrogate daughter) even when he’s at his lowest, his weakest, his most fragile, means the absolute world to him — after a life drenched in pain and blood, being surrounded by softness and care and unconditional love offers a relief so palpable it’s almost enough to make this seasoned samurai cry

this almost goes without saying, but shion is very protective over you. he’s lost so much, so many, in his life and losing you would absolutely destroy him — and after his time spent on that hellish island he’s all the more intent on keeping you out of harm’s way. so heaven forbid anyone try and threaten your life or reputation because they will be dealt with swiftly and efficiently (but also non fatally; he wants to send a message, not end a life)

he’s not a big pet name guy and will generally just call you your first name and would rather you do the same for him. though after he comes back home from his journey to shinsenkyō he’s much more lenient and will happily respond to whatever you want to call him — yes, even the more ridiculous terms of endearment like ‘baby cakes’, ‘hot stuff’, and ‘honey bunny’ that he would have politely but firmly shut down once upon a time

very intent on making sure you’re able to defend yourself in his absence and will drag you kicking and screaming to sparring sessions if he needs to

his favourite places to be kissed are over the scars on his face (especially on his eyelids) and the palms of his hands (bonus points if you do this after he comes home from a long day of fighting/training/whatever)

his favourite place to kiss you is your lips, but a close second is probably your knuckles — he’s a gentleman at heart, what can he say?

he can never kiss you just once and tends to chase your lips once or twice before reining himself in and leaving to go do whatever it is he is meant to be doing

before leaving the yamada clan he was very much so against pda (to the extent that the most you’d get was him catching you when you tripped while walking close by him) — though in private he was more than willing to shower you in all the affection he had the time and energy to show

after coming back to the mainland and giving up his old position, though, he became much more neutral — almost wholly accepting, even — towards pda as long as you didn’t go too over the top in front of nurugai

e.g. linking arms, holding hands, pecks on the cheek or lips or hands, carrying you around in his arms or on his back, hugging his arm or holding him from behind/the side, and so on — he may lightheartedly tease you for being so affectionate, but rest assured he adores every second of it

[luveline]

i Always want to hear about ur life u never have to ask to post an update on ur own blog

warning for talk of weight please don’t read if you don’t want to!!

So, just a further preface that i think all bodies are beautiful, but also know that fatphobia is soul destroying, and I don’t want anyone reading this to think that I beleive I’m more beautiful now ive lost weight, only that I feel more beautiful and that’s cos of so many things! Please, if I mention one of my feelings, know it isn’t because I think fat people aren’t beautiful it’s just because I have so much like self hatred in my head and it’s quieter now I have recently gone down another dress size, so that’s like four since I started dieting, which is a nice non-scale victory, but also I can see a difference physically in my body and it’s so exciting 😭

it makes me so happy to start wearing new clothes while feeling less insecure, if that makes sense. Like, I’ve recently discovered that I can wear clothes with necklines that aren’t simple t-shirt style to the throat, and it is amazing. I feel so pretty all the time to get to actually express my own taste in fashion without having a voice in the back of my head telling me I look ridiculous, which isn’t to say I’m now perfect but it’s just so different to put on top with little sleeves or to wear a slim fitting shirt. I’m still definitely considered fat I think, or chubby, at least to some people, and I don’t mind that at all, like I know I still have rolls and love handles, but the last 20lbs ive lost had made the most noticeable difference in my appearance. I feel like ive been dieting anf working out for years (I haven’t though only 9 months) and its a tiring process, not fun to be in your head, but also feels at least a bit worth it to get to have a confidence boost? Like!!! And the best part really isn’t so much the aesthetic as the health improvements for me, like taking an hour long walk around the fields and getting home feeling invigorated rather than exhausted, and my hormonal issues improving naturally cos of it is great! I also had a very honest conversation with one of my friends about how much I miss her and talking to her more, and like trying to explain to her why I haven’t been asking to see her as much, and like just getting to know we’re on the same page about so much stuff is such a relief, I struggle to be honest with her and my other friends and I still wasn’t as truthful as I could’ve been about everything, but I guess I used to always think that she was cooler and sweeter and nicer than me, and she is really, but idk I felt like I wasn’t such a terrible evil thing either. also had a different honest conversation. With a different friend and I’m trying to be like less ? not annoying but less frustrating as a person, like to be braver about things, and I think it’s working! work is actually bad!! like idk I keep getting in trouble for things that I can’t actually help. Yesterday I got told off for talking but it was literally my coworker telling me to go back to the pod cos my manager had a dif task for me and my managers manager saw us talking and told me she was gonna start calling me elvis ?? But honestly I can’t own up to feeling miserable about it, I think she just runs out of stuff to do sometimes, or maybe I do deserve a telling off for my two second chat 😭 not even in a sarcastic way cos like she’s my boss right if you see me stealing work time you gotta say something. And then my section leaders anre anlso a little unhappy with me sometimes cos I’m not that good any my job, but I did ask for more hours against my better judgement BECAUSE! I’m finishing university in 1 month and two days, which is scary, but I’m glad it’ll be over, cos I can’t say I like it. Doing assignments gives me a headache!! And then five days after I finish uni I’m going to Manchester to see DJO!! so it’s a great celebration.I have been walking a lot more, and I think it’s really helping. Like even though at work I’m on my feet from clock in to clock out walking around, I think walking outside is really good for me (and everyone of course). It’s like even though it’s such a long walk to get from my house to town, getting over it has widened the world up a little bit, and has stopped my mam from being annoyed with me if I ask her to get me something while she’s shopping.

I honestly think that my hair cut has like transformed me maybe? Like along with the weight loss. Seeing it, I can’t understand why I ever had long hair. It just suits me so much. I’m not great at styling it all the time yet so sometimes it looks like puffy from blow drying but it’s great and the sunshine lately makes it a much lighter colour, like I’m still clearly a redhead but it’s just nicer lately. I think I really did used to hide behind my hair and now it’s all gone but I don’t feel exposed, it’s just like a cute accessory or something haha im definitely bummed about how little I’m writing but things have been so crazy lately, I think trying to keep a schedule with it would exhaust me to the bone, but I did write a little fic of Spencer and bombshell at the beach and I love those two so much, and I’ve been adding little bits to other long fics, so it’s not like nothing is happening.also haven’t been reading very much, but maybe now ive kicked ***** *** to the curb i can remember my me-time, i was really enjoying reading again, my kindle was in shock from actually being used! I’m trying to make this summer the best of my life so far cos im so rubbish ive never done anything exciting and im REALLY trying to remember to get my passport! I might tomorrow walk over to the shops and get my photos taken so i can finally submit a new application. But for the mean time ive got three concerts to look forward to and a little holiday to west wales in July!! Found out my estranged father is going to Puerto Ricoand got super jealous, like, he’s the worst and he gets to go to Puerto Rico?? Beautiful Puerto Rico???? I think there was something else I wanted to mention but I can’t remember. Today, both my older sisters came over and so it was just my mam and all my sisters and my mam made us an amazing roast dinner, it was genuinely amazing, and she spent so long cooking, it was really nice and luckily everyone had a good time. My nan gave me a £5 note for Easter to buy an egg cos she didn’t manage to get me one and it reminded me of when I was little and every time you’d go to her house she’d try to give you money😭 so cute 😭 also this isn’t an update but I put the £5 in my savings tin cos I’ve had one since before I started dieting and I have no clue how much is in there but I’d love to know. Does anyone else have one of those metal tins you have to tin open to get into? I really want to know how much is in there because I’ve always just tried to put my change in there, but if you open it — you know how much money is in there and it stops being savings, it’s just money added to what you have, or at least it would be for me. And i want to use it to buy some new clothes when I get to my next goal weight, which is about 20lbs away, so I likely won’t know what’s in the tin for a while. Anyways if you read this far I love you and I’m glad you care enough to bother! Life is so hard sometimes and I’m sure some of you have witnessed me in really rubbish moods, but even though things aren’t really perfect right now I feel alright for a change, like, I just feel normal, not perfectly well rested or like 100% content but it’s sooo nice to not want to hurt myself and to just watch TV without constantly checking my phone!! I worked a lot last week cos I kept picking up shifts but this week I don’t have to go until Friday, so luveline gets to be in the house for like 100hours. I have to do some of my uni assignments cos these last two are the most important ones both worth 40% respectively, but besides that nothing is expected of me, which i am insanely grateful for !! As I am for you if you’re reading, thank you for wanting to know my inane life update

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hiii just think about nanami's daughter who is a jujitsu sorcerer w fushiguro, itadori and kugisaki and her just watching her dad die and having to deal with it 😭 after i watched that episode i immediately thought of that. 

I’m so SORRY this took so long and this is so rushed but I had lots of stuff going on so this isn’t good T-T

I’ll try to write for your other request! :3

Nanami x Daughter!reader

I don’t think any warnings are needed maybe a little blood warning and angst 😭

Me and Yuji where walking through the hall of the train station. I curse must have hit my leg because it made me limp quite a bit. But Yuji helped me with his arm around my shoulder to steady me.

I don’t know where Maki-san, Megumi-san or the others are. I was scared for my friends but mostly I was scared for my dad.

I don’t know where he is. And that makes me so anxious it’s sickening. Like the kind of anxiousness that’ll make you feel like throwing up.

“Y/n-san, don’t worry too much. I know you’ll dad will be just fine.”

How did he know what I was thinking about can he read minds now?

No that’s stupid.

“I can’t help it. He is the only one I have left from my family.”

The next step I took made a wet splashing sound and I looked down to see my leg covered in blood. Some drops soaking into my leg warmers.

I looked up and saw my dad and Mahito.

What are they doing here?

“Dad?!”

I watched him look at me half of his body looking burned not even recognisable.

I saw how his face softened when he looked at me. I loved how kind he was even tho he is so strict about me becoming a great sorcerer.

“Itadori……”

“Take it from here now.”

I watched his whole upper body explode.

He was gone?

“D-dad!”

I watched his lower body slack to the ground as it was the only thing left of him.

I rushed to him not caring about this damn curse.

I couldn’t even hear what was going on behind me but I knew that right now I lost everything.

I didn’t even notice the wet tears slide down my face until one hit my leg.

“Dad!”

(Time skip cuz I’m really REALLY lazy👉👈)

When I woke up and looked at the clock it was already 3PM. I slept the whole time?

What else did I expect?

It’s been like that for the past days.

My room was next to Megumi’s and Yuji’s and I could hear them go in and out.

There was a funeral but honestly it was just me throwing his ash. Well it wasn’t even him.

It was just his legs.

For the past few days the only think I ate was a couple of rice balls.

Shoko-san came and checked up on me twice.

But that’s really it.

She isn’t the type to do that anyways.

The others tried to cheer me up, what did they expect? I have no one now.

And I don’t care about ‘bond makes family’ because when you loose your family there is nothing else and it makes you realise that family is unique and really by blood.

Without a knock the door opened and who else was I expecting?

Gojo.

“Get up.”

“Get out.”

“Get up I said. You can’t just lay around.”

“Leave me alone-“

Before I could even ANSWER he threw my blanket away and pulled me out of bed.

He didn’t even think about giving me the chance to walk right so he just grinds me over the floor.

The stairs were the worst.

Once outside I saw Yuji and Megumi.

I think we all lost someone dear to us. I know my father cared for everyone and I know his death pained us all.

I just sat on the floor in my pjs.

What does Saturu want me to do now?

“Soooo what now?”

“I don’t know.”

“But Gojo-sensei?”

“But what I know is that you can’t stay in your room forever. First it won’t bring him back and second it will take you from us too. It’s hard to loose someone we love but I assure you we all lost someone in a short time.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You are grieving and there is nothing wrong with it. But you nes to make sure it doesn’t pull you down further into a whole you will never get out from.”

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I was writing out a really long meta analysis piece on the og Beauty and the Beast on how music and lighting were used to tell a story and I tagged you in it because I thought it’d be fun to debate some of that stuff with you but now I can’t find it in my drafts at all! It’s all gone 😭 so I came to your blog to make myself feel better and found your post about Zazu in the Mufasa movie and seeing you draw the characters in the original Disney style really cheered me up. Their animation used to be so beautiful and had so much love in it (your art was gorgeous by the way, it actually looked like a real lion king film!)

Anyway! If it’s not too much on you, I’d like to hear some rambles on Disney, it could be about anything really, but I’ve just gotten some really awful news tonight and I need something to take my mind off it please

Oh I'm so sorry to hear that! I want to be there for you. You're so kind about my art, thank you; I wish I'd seen the post. I’ve had it eat my drafts before like thirty times; recently my phone is doing this fun thing where I can’t type more than two paragraphs without tumblr freezing up, so I’ve lost more that way.

Let’s see…let’s talk about Disney’s Sequels! In these trying times of remakes and prequels, the Direct-to-Vieo Sequels start to look pretty good right about now, don’t they? I think they actually got better as time went on and money went into Disney Toon studios, but I’ll list my top three and explain why!

Lilo and Stitch 2: Stitch Has a Glitch (no I’m not biased leemee alone)

‘The Lion King II: Simba’s Pride

Bambi II

I can explain myself.

Lilo and Stitch 2: Stitch Has a Glitch

This movie is amazing. It repeats the best things about the original Lilo & Stitch (tight focus on character-relationships, character-specific comedy, and a simple story) while still having its own vibe, as if these are the exact same characters you know and love, but they have a recently-new normal.

Stitch isn’t a destructive artificial-brain figuring out how to think outside his programming anymore—now thinking outside his programming is the new-normal, but he still has to learn how life with a family works. Lilo isn’t lonely anymore, but she is still stuck in her own little world, in a way. Nani isn’t struggling to keep her family together anymore, but she is still struggling to keep them all happy. And Jumba and Pleakley get character arcs, which is beautiful.

If you’ve never seen it, I don’t want to spoil it. It is a really good movie. They took this concept, which was originally from Chris Sanders’s early story ideas for the first movie, where Stitch is in danger of death but Lilo’s love revives him. And they made a movie out of that.

It’s great, because Lilo is still working through missing her parents. The movie doesn’t brush that aside, or act like having Stitch fixed everything for her. Instead, she’s become singlemindedly focused on winning the same competition at hula school that her mom did, because she wants to feel a connection with her mom, and because her peers are still treating her like she’s worthless.

The thing is, Lilo gets the confidence to try and win this because of Stitch. She’s downcast and believes that her bullies are right. You get the idea that this is how she would feel if she were still a lonely orphan. But this time, because this is the sequel, Stitch is there.

So he tells her they’ll win the competition together. And in this movie, while Lilo is struggling with getting her sense-of-worth from Stitch, or a hula competition, Stitch is struggling with his sense-of-worth, too. He’s glitching out and his programming is forcing him to act destructive all over again. He’s not sure if he’ll always be bad—he’s wrestling with the possibility that he’ll hurt Lilo and his new family.

And in the meantime, Jumba is trying to solve the problem, but he’s afraid he’ll fail, and lose his worth in the eyes of the family, as well as lose Stitch. And David, in a little side-story, is afraid he’s losing Nani, that she doesn’t value him.

All of which sounds really dark, but it’s really an interesting place to take the characters, and truthfully the whole film is so lighthearted where it needs to be, but not afraid to be earnest and emotional, either. And the point of it is really good. It’s “love is more powerful than death.” It’s powerful enough to overcome questions about self-worth, and it’s powerful enough to overcome the gaping hole that loss and failure and other forms of death leave. It’s gorgeous.

2. The Lion King II: Simba’s Pride

People take issue with this sequel because…I mean, look at it. There are parts of it that are animated really well, and the character designs are good, until you measure it up to the original Lion King, and then it’s just not even the same league. Besides, the writing is very dramatic, sometimes the sound editing for the characters’ dialogue is placed strangely or feels like the pacing is weird…

But I love it, and not just for nostalgia. I love it because it is about a new set of characters (like a sequel usually should be) but the previous set of characters still act in-character.

Not everybody agrees with me. Because Simba seems much less fun-loving, and so uptight and formal, that he doesn’t feel like the same character we knew and loved in the original Lion King, at all.

But it only takes like one second of thought to realize that, as a brand new king who’s uncle murdered his father and emotionally blackmailed him, and was able to do so easily because Simba himself was so self-centered and reckless as a child, and then Simba made big mistakes by running from his responsibility for so long…

…where we find him in this sequel makes total sense.

Of course he’s feeling like he has to overcompensate for abandoning the kingdom and getting fooled by Scar. Should he realize that not everyone is going to betray him, and he is the real King and can rule gently and fairly without being over-controlling? Should he? Yeah. But like. This is Simba. His major character flaw is thinking too much about himself—it used to be thinking he was awesome, then after his dad died it was thinking he was unable to be a good leader and everything was his own fault. Now, everything he ever dreamed about being a King, he dreamed when he was like the lion-equivalent of nine years old. And found out it was all wrong. He’s having to figure this out with only his father, whose very absence is a sore spot, as an example. Of course he’s suddenly obsessed with being just like his dad, and that makes him talk all formal, and pass strict judgement, and say things like “I’m seeking counsel from the Great Kings.”

Of course Simba would be protective of Kiara. Overprotective. Lying and controlling. Because as a child, he and Nala almost died over and over. And the worst of the worst things happened to him, as a cub.

Of course he wants to banish Kovu. It’s not because he’s racist. (What does that even mean?) It’s because he was betrayed and manipulated as a young, naive cub by someone who claimed to love him, then broke his heart and his life. So when a dark lion who literally looks like and claims connection to Scar waltzes in and appears to be manipulating his daughter and stealing her young heart? Yeah, no, it wouldn’t be Simba if he didn’t overreact.

But that’s enough about Simba. I think the movie’s real strength is symbolism and premise.

First off, it continues the symbolism of a reflection in its own unique way. The movie is very on-theme. Its point is “Hate divides us, but love completes us.” (Its not “We Are One,” that’s just Movie-Speak)

Kiara feels incomplete. Divided from a whole other half of who she is. She says so as a cub. She’s not just a princess; she feels like there’s a part of her that wants to be capable and bold and take action. But she can’t be that, she has no outlet for that, because as the Princess, everyone is always over-concerned for her safety and wrapping her in like, wild-animal-bubble-wrap. Then she meets Kovu, and he is capable, and bold, and takes-action—he seems independent. (He’s not, at first, but he has more control over his immediate actions than Kiara seems to.) And he gets her and loves her, and she loves him, despite their flaws, so that is her missing half.

And with him, he doesn’t know how to just enjoy life. He’s been trained his whole life to act out of passe-down hatred; he’s been run through drills, and there’s even a scene where Kiara has to teach him how to play…and then he goes back home to his sister, who clearly also wants to play, but just calls it “fighting.” That’s the world he comes from.

But he meets Kiara, who is all about trying to enjoy life and have fun, and it’s a whole new outlook for him. It’s what he had seeds of before his mother’s hate stamped it out, and Kiara completes it for him. So they really are each others’ other half. And they have that in common. Kiara could be independent and a capable leader, if her father’s hate (which manifests as paranoia and overprotectiveness against danger) weren’t stamping it out. Kovu could have fun and protect good things instead of killing, if his mother’s hate wasn’t stamping it out. Dividing the good parts of them. But then their love for one another overcomes all that and brings them together.

And they do that literally, with the reflections in the water. Simba needed to learn his father lives in him, he’s a part that can’t be separated. Kiara and Kovu needed to learn that love makes them part of one another—that’s the key to no longer being divided.

Just like how, in the end, love forgives—so the Outsiders are able to come back into the Pride. Instead of being divided, the prides literally merge into one, and are completed. Love all that.

If you think of it all as like, “how do we make Simba into a strong King when he has so much baggage to overcome?” And this adventure with his new family teaches him that? Then you can see it’s a really beautiful movie.

And I love, of course, that Mufasa appears to be orchestrating all these events. Like, there’s a Higher Power at work. It’s all good.

Bambi II

This movie has the same vibes as Lilo & Stitch 2, even though it’s a midquel.

I love that Bambi gets his own characterization and character arc in this movie, even though he’s pretty one-dimensional in the classic film. But yet, none of this feels out of character for Bambi. He’s sort of gentle and very young, but you can see glimpses of dreams and ambitions and even strength that show off what he’ll be like as an adult Great Prince of the Forest.

I think the animation is very good, soft and cute. It’s not so much about realistic-cartoon-animal movements, graceful and charming, like the classic was, obviously. This animation is more about emotion and appeal. Which I appreciate, because the story is, like most good Disney sequels, very relationship-based.

It’s about Bambi being cared for by the Great Prince, and how the relationship between a father and son is about more than duty; it’s about nurturing. I just love that. I love how carefully they build up Bambi as feeling distant and unsure of what’s going on in his father’s head, but wanting to please him nevertheless. I love that the Great Prince doesn’t know how, exactly, to care for or relate to Bambi, so he defaults to just telling him how to be dignified and Princely.

I especially love the scenes with Ronno or the Great Prince. I like the fact that those old Disney sequels can take a character that didn’t have a lot of dialogue or screen-time in the original, and build out a whole story around those characters, giving them personality and writing that somehow always feels true to those characters. The Great Prince might not know how to father, but even when he’s insecure he has a kind of put-on calm and reserve. He’s not made a fool-out-of, ever, or bumbling. I love that Ronno, on the other hand, is ridiculous and brutish, just a little-boy bully…but he’s also truly threatening, for Bambi and Faline and their friends.

I think the emotion in this movie hits really well. Because they’re so careful to interweave Bambi’s emotions about losing his mother and wanting to find the same feeling of safety he had with her in his father, with The Great Prince’s emotions about wanting to “do his duty” even if it hurts when he feels he’s not what’s best for Bambi…

Because they build that up believably and spend all their time on that instead of big, epic adventures or larger-than-life tales, the movies turn out really well.

Honorable mentions to Cinderella 3: A Twist in Time, The Little Mermaid: Ariel’s Beginning, Tarzan II, and Lady and the Tramp II: Scamp’s Adventure

I hope your day is better tomorrow, friend.

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no kisses?

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にしむら りき Nishimura Riki + 성훈 Sunghoon + 박종성 Park Jeongseong

the mfs that would give you that “you think you’re funny?” Look. Like why do you want to do the try not to kiss challenge?!? Will start saying stuff like “oh you don’t want my luscious lips now?”. TEASING YOU CUZ YOU WERE TEASING HIM. Just don’t do this challenge with him cuz he won’t kiss you back unless you do. (Actually takes this game seriously lol)

“babe let’s do the try not to kiss challenge!” He flashes you the “you think your funny?” Look.

“what is just for fun! Come on!” You kept begging him. To be honest you don’t even know why you want to do the challenge. You are absolutely addicted to his pink rosy lips. But I guess you were just bored and needed some entertainment.

“Don’t cry to me when you want my kisses. Loser pays for the dinner tonight.” You both made a deal before minding your own business. About 3 hours has gone by, and you desperately need his lips on yours. You know you shouldn’t have done this challenge because he kept teasing you with comments.

“bet you miss my lips right now haha too bad..”

“my lip balm be tasting real nice right now. Wanna guess the flavor?”

“my lips be glossy asf!!”

acting all zesty to get your attention😭

Sad to break it to you, you lost the game because after 5 minutes you dashed your whole body on top of his and kissed him deeply. You can feel him smirk into the kiss like “haha I win!”. Pulling you closer as he wrap his arms around your waist.

“I know you can’t resist me. I don’t even know why you even try..”

“Shut up what do you want for dinner..?”

심재윤 Sim Jaeyun + 정원 jungwon

the ones that will participate but will give up 5 minutes in. You will try persuading him to continue but they will start pouting cuz they want to kiss you so bad. Like cling onto you for the rest of the night because you will give him kisses on his face. Yeah they are a big baby when it comes to this.

“love let’s do the try not to kiss challenge!” He doesn’t understand why your so excited for this. Isn’t it suppose to be a horrible thing to not receive kisses? Well too him it is.

“uh..why would we be doing this?”

“Because it’s fun! Let’s see how long we can last okay?” 5 minutes later your lovely boyfriend is now pouting, begging you to stop this challenge because he can’t stand your lips not being on his. He’s so addicted to them he can’t even last 5 minutes without it.

“Please baby I need your lips on mines… is been too long…”

“sweetie is only been 5 min-” he pulls you into his lap before you finish speaking. His lips on yours, tasting your sweet cherry lip gloss that got him so tempted to kiss you.

“You need to stop with all these bullshit challenges cuz what are you tryna do to me…?”

“oh..no-nothing…”

희 승 heeseung + 선우 Sunoo

the ones who just laughs after you suggested it cuz bro ain’t participating in these challenges. HE THINKS IS STUPID. They just ignore you if you keep asking. Will 100% kiss you before you can even start the challenge. They just don’t like doing these type of challenges because he wants your attention 25/8 as well as your kisses so there’s no point.

“Hey love! Wanna do the try not to kiss chall-”

“No. End of discussion.”

“WHAT? I didnt even Finish my sentence.”

“baby you know you will fail so I don’t even know why you wanna try.”

“but-” you got cut off when he smashes his lips against yours. Kissing the corner of your lips before pulling away.

“See you can’t even last 5 minutes if we did the challenge..” now he’s the one laughing because of your shocked expression your face. Totally not expecting him to kiss you out of nowhere.

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X files 2x01 mini analysis/review!

Ok theres just some stuff I have to get off my chest about this ep. Which was stellar BTW.

I have to admit, the s1 finale was good but didn't reach the high highs of eps like beyond the sea and tooms for me.

But this one delivered at the top of s2 which is exactly what you have to do to kick off a second season.

Also pleasantly surprised that they aren't just immediately back on the x files by the end of the episode! I wonder how long this will play out but I hope it's another episode or two at least.

Some superficial stuff first: thank actual Jesus they put Mulders hair back the way it was, his terrible military haircut in the last few eps of s1 was so not it. I was instantly like omg his hair is back thank youuuuu

Loved the location change in this ep, basically putting Mulder in a bottle while Scully hunts him down.

RIP Jorge I only caught a little bit of the Español but my guess is he was saying there's aliens out there dude

Ok backtracking a bit - i loved the scene of them meeting in the parking garage at Watergate of all places. Scullys like what do I have to do to get you to talk to me bro and he's just looking soooo worse for wear. I normally love the chiaroscuro thing they do with the lighting all the time but this was a little intense on the shadow on her face. I love that she sort of not ruffles his hair but lays a hand on his head before she leaves. She's trying to comfort 12 year old Mulder in that moment.

Speaking of 12 year old Mulder, we see the full flashback to his sisters abduction. And I think we're meant to assume the same aliens show up at the station. That was wild and very spooky.

Love all the little espionage moments from Scully mainly in this ep. Getting the paper from the surveillance guys by scooping fish food into it? A+. Shaking the tail at the airport? A++. I love how determined she is to find him as soon as she figures out he's gone.

Meanwhile, Mulder is on his own, but speaking into the recorder- and we only learn he's been speaking to Scully the whole time after he says her name when he's going through the initial autopsy observations. At first I was like oh, he's assuming that she'll be conducting the actual autopsy at some point so that's why he's talking to her. David also does this great tone shift where he’s trying to be very scientific and methodical with his observations in the beginning but then you can hear his voice start to break down with fear and doubt when he says her name. Anyway, after that I realized no, I think we're meant to take it that he's been talking to her through the recorder the WHOLE TIME. he feels more lost and alone than he ever has but she'll never leave the back of his mind from now on. 😭

It really speaks highly of a two hander show when you can separate those characters for the majority of the episode and it not only still works but it still works really well. And I think it’s because you feel this magnetic pull from both of them always trying to get back to the other, whether it’s Scully literally searching for Mulder or Mulder talking to Scully through the recorder.

Bouncing back to Mulder and the recorder, I LOVE that he’s like I’ve been looking for these aliens my whole life but what would I actually do if they showed up? Such an important question for him to ask, and he finds out real quick.

I love that when Scully finally shows up she doesn’t have much to do except wake him up and get him moving - but he would be soooo dead if she hadn’t showed up. He’s basically half out of his mind, and without her there to be like come on we gotta go, no we can’t take this dead body, no we don’t have time for the print outs, come on you can’t find proof if you’re dead - he would’ve never made it. So you know. Partner shit. Obsessed.

The car chase through the jungle was WILD. Some of the shots of that fucking truck bouncing around were so ridiculous but yeah I loved it. I had to wonder, how did they get on a plane after that? Did they just roll up to the airport in that truck and leave it there? Did they switch vehicles first? Change clothes? Use fake names? Like how covert did they have to be to get out of there. I had a thought midway through S1 that a fun fic series would be their plane rides/car rides home after each case and what they would talk about and that would certainly apply here.

Ok final scene in the basement. First of all, where the fuck are they that they’re in this janky dark room with the most disgusting looking sink behind them listening to surveillance tapes. Whatever I get it, Mulder’s in the FBIs doghouse but that room seemed excessively gross. The lighting tho? Peak as always.

I’ve still got my work - long pause - I still have you - I gasped - I still have myself. I LOVED this line. Because a) our boy is back, mostly. B) I love that he doesn’t look at her when he says I still have you, he’s futzing with the tape player thing, but her head snaps up toward him so fast. And c) when he says I still have myself, we know he has his confidence back. Trust no one, but trust your partner and trust yourself. It’s Mulder and Scully against the world baby, and I’m ready for it.

Again, not so mini review but there you have it. Cheers to s2!

[enchantedrose]

TREASURE/TREASURE Jihoon ~ Misunderstood

warning: nothing really. just a bunch of fighting and yelling lmao. 😭 i had this idea in a dream and i had to write about it lmaooo. and yes i know. treasure are sweethearts so I don’t really see them acting this way but as i said (well not really but you get the gist lol) iMaGiNaTiOn lolll. also, i love jihoon in the king kong eraaaa. 😭💗

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Y/n: I open the door to the boys dorm to meet up with them coming back from a quick meeting at the company, as I see all of the boys sitting in the living room. I pause in my steps for a moment as I look at them confused. “Umm, what happened?” I ask them confused as I finish shutting the door. They’re all silent for a moment, some running their face through their hands, before Yedam speaks.

Yedam: “We heard what happened at the company Y/n. There’s some serious accusations being thrown around.” He says making me raise my eyebrow a little.

Y/n: “What accusations? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I ask them genuinely confused.

Hyunsuk: “Come on Y/n. Don’t play dumb with us.” He says scoffing a little. “We know about the rumors saying you said some shit about us behind our backs.” He says shocking me.

Y/n: “What?! You guys are my best friends! I would never say anything bad about you guys! Who told you all that?” I ask surprised that they’re even believing it.

Junghwan: “Does that part even matter? Our own best friend is secretly talking crap about us!”

Y/n: “So you all just believed it without asking me first? Do you guys really think I’d do that shit to you?” I ask them as I feel myself get on the verge of tears.

Haruto: “People don’t just make up stuff like this out of nowhere Y/n.” He says making me scoff a little.

Y/n: “Unbelievable. I thought you guys knew me better than that.” I say a few tears spilling over.

Jaehyuk: "Then take back what you said and maybe we'll believe you!" He says making me scoff again as I look down for a moment before back at all of them.

Y/n: "I really thought I could trust you guys but instead... Just fuck you guys..." I say before walking away in tears.

Jihoon: "Y/n wait!" I hear him yell from behind me but I just keep walking ignoring him.

TREASURE's pov:

Jihoon: Jihoon looks down for a moment as he ruffles his hair in anger. "All of you are so stupid you know that?!" He says looking back at the members. "Why would Y/n do that shit to us?! Why?!" He asks them but it's just silence between everyone. "She didn't. That's why. And now because of all of your stupidness, we may have just lost our best friend!" He says scoffing as a few tears start to fall from his eyes. "I can't believe all of you..." He says before leaving the room to go find Y/n.

Junkyu’s pov:

Junkyu: As I watch Jihoon storm out, I look down at my lap thinking. “What have we done?” I ask myself quietly.

Hyunsuk: “Fuck… We really messed up didn’t we?” He asks ruffling his hair.

Haruto: “Yeah…” He says sadly. Then, I come to realization.

Junkyu: “No…” I say lifting my head a little still talking to myself. “No…” I say standing up a little pacing around the room.

Doyoung: “What hyung?”

Junkyu: “We reminded Y/n of her childhood…” I say making everyone else come to realization too.

Hyunsuk: “Y/n went through that same shit as a kid and we just reminded her of it and made her go through it again…” He says sighing.

Jeongwoo: “No wonder Jihoon hyung was so mad…”

Yedam: “Well what do we do now?” He asks and we all just stay silent thinking for a moment, the guilt still among all of us.

Jihoon’s pov:

Jihoon: I was running around trying to find where Y/n could have possibly gone when I finally see her walking through the park. “Y/n!” I say running to her as she keeps walking, not even taking a glance at me. “Y/n wait!” I say reaching her and putting my hand on her shoulder. She then stops and looks at me. The tears streaming down her face and the hurt and anger still visible on her face.

Y/n: “Don’t touch me Jihoon…” She says her voice cracking slightly as I move my hand away.

Jihoon: “Y/n I’m so sorry. I didn’t believe them. I know you didn’t do it. Just please. Give us another chance.” I say as my tears fall a little.

Y/n: “Jihoon… I-Im sorry… But I-i don’t know if I can…” She says as more tears start to fall. “I-I need time… to know if I can fully trust you guys again…”

Jihoon: “I understand that… and feel free to take all the time you need… I know we hurt you deeply but it was a mistake… We need you in our lives Y/n… I need you in my life…” I say the last part quietly, my voice cracking slightly. I then see her look down before she speaks quietly.

Y/n: “I need to be alone right now…” She says sadly making me nod slowly.

Jihoon: “Take all the time you need. We’ll be here waiting for you. Just please. Don’t give up on us.” I say before I see her walk away. I watch her walk away sadly before I start making my way back to the dorm. As I open the door to our dorm, I see all of the guys sitting there, some with tears staining their faces.

Jaehyuk: “Hyung…” He says making me look at him. “We’re really sorry…” I just sit on the couch and sigh burying my face in my hands before I speak again.

Jihoon: “I know…”

Junkyu: “Y/n’s… never gonna talk to us again… is she?” He asks me sadly looking at me.

Jihoon: “She hasn’t fully closed the door on us… but based on the way she sounded… she’s pretty close to it…” I say making everyone look down sadly, faces full of guilt and regret.

Y/n’s pov ~ A few months later:

Alex: “Y/n, I think you should give them another chance.” She says sitting on my bed as I fold clothes to pack them.

Y/n: “Why should I? I’m still not fully sure I ever want to see them again.” I say finishing folding a shirt and putting it in my suitcase.

Alex: “At least give them a chance to explain. That’s all I ask. I haven’t seen you your normal self in months. You haven’t been happy in months.”

Y/n: “Why do you think I came here to America for a few months? The more I stayed in Korea the more I thought about them. They hurt me Alex.” I say feeling myself get on the verge of tears again.

Alex: “I know they did. But I saw some of their faces. I could see the tears staining their faces. They made a mistake Y/n. You shouldn’t let that mistake define your friendship. They’re genuinely sorry and they really want what you guys had before. They deserve to explain and you deserve to be happy. If you still don’t feel like you can trust them again, you don’t have to become friends with them again. Whatever the outcome, you need to choose what makes you happy.” She says as I stay silent thinking about her words. “I’m not asking you to forgive them. All I’m asking is for you to hear them out so maybe you can heal.” I’m then silent for another moment before I speak again.

Y/n: “Alex… I-I…” I say hesitantly as I go to sit down next to her. “I-I’m not even gonna lie, before all of this shit went down… I-I think I started to… like Jihoon…” I say hesitantly as I look at the floor. Even though I’m not fully looking at her, I can see her shocked expression. “I just… I just don’t know… what to do anymore… I’m not sure I still like him anymore…”

Alex: “That’s why it hurt you so badly. Not only was it your best friends saying it to you, but your crush as well. Your heart doesn’t know what to think.” She says making me stay silent for another moment. “And look, just remember. They’re humans too. Humans make mistakes. You just need to hear them out.”

A few days later ~ At the dorm in Korea:

Y/n: I stand outside the door debating on if I should knock or not when I finally get myself to knock on the dorm door. I wait a moment before I see Junghwan open the door, my face meeting his shocked face.

Junghwan: “Y/n…?” He asks shocked making me nod slowly.

Y/n: “H-hi Junghwan-ah…” I say hesitantly as I slightly smile.

Junghwan: “Come in…” He says still shocked. As I get inside, I take off my shoes and hear Junghwan. “Do you… want to talk to everyone?” He asks making me nod. As I finish taking my shoes off, I hear Junghwan call for the other members and one by one all of them start flooding into the room. All but Jihoon…

Junkyu: “Y/n-ah…?” He asks shocked as he walks into the room.

Yedam: “Y/n you… you actually came back…” He says shocked as well.

Hyunsuk: “Y/n please… Let us explain…” He says his voice a little sad.

Y/n: “That’s why I’m here…” I say chuckling sadly slightly.

Junghwan: “Is Jihoon hyung still in his room?” He asks the other members and I see them nod. Junghwan nods back and runs upstairs to go get Jihoon. A minute later, I see Jihoon come down the stairs and he stops for a moment when he sees me.

Jihoon: “…Y/n?” He asks as his eyes fill with tears. I then see him run to me quickly and hug me tightly in tears. I can hear him sob as he hugs me. “I-I’m so sorry… For everything… Please don’t shut us out…P-please…” He says sobbing in my shoulder as I hug him back, comforting him.

Hyunsuk: “Let’s all go to the living room to talk…” He says and we all make our way there and sit down. When we all get sat down, it’s just silence between all of us, other than the boys sniffling, when I hear a voice.

Jaehyuk: “I’m sorry…” He says his voice slightly cracking. “We don’t deserve to be forgiven… a-and I- we know that there isn’t an excuse for what we did… but we’re so sorry… f-for hurting you Y/n…”

Junkyu: “We were being stupid Y/n… I don’t know what came over us but…” He says trailing off as he tries to find the right words, as well as tears falling.

Yedam: “We made a mistake… A big one… a-and you don’t have to forgive us… Of course if you don’t forgive us we can let go, but… we love you Y/n…” He says making me look at everyone as I have some tears falling. I take a look at Jihoon next to me as well who has his face buried in his hands crying. I then take my left hand and softly rub his back.

Junghwan: “We can’t imagine losing you Y/n… Please don’t leave again…” He says his voice slightly cracking as Jeongwoo hugs him. I then finally get the courage to speak again.

Y/n: “I didn’t… leave because I didn’t love you… I left so I could… find time to heal…” I say making Jihoon look at me too. I then breathe a little before I speak again. “It’s hard to trust again after… everything… but… I-I’m willing to try…” I say making all of them look at me again, their eyes showing a little surprise.

Jihoon’s pov ~ A little later:

Jihoon: My brain doesn’t know what to think. So much has happened in just a short amount of time. As I look at the stars, part of it just reminds me of the darkness we were put in after Y/n left us. I still can’t believe she came back and decided to give us another chance. Then, a moment later, I hear the rooftop door open. I look back and see Y/n coming through the door. “Y/n…?” I asks quietly as she walks over to me.

Y/n: “They’re pretty aren’t they?” She asks looking at the stars as she stands next to me.

Jihoon: “Yeah.” I say slightly chuckling as I look down. “Thank you…” I say looking at her again making her look at me. “Thank you… for giving us another chance… We won’t let you down this time…” I say making her smile a little.

Y/n: “I know you won’t.” She says making me smile a little too. We both look back at the stars when suddenly I feel a little weight on my right shoulder. I look over and see Y/n leaning her head on my shoulder. We stay like that for a moment before I finally get the courage.

Jihoon: “Y/n-ah… I love you…” I say a little hesitantly making her look at me a little surprised.

Y/n: “Jihoon-ah…” She says chuckling slightly as she smiles a little.

Jihoon: “I know things have been complicated… but… I can’t lose you again… I love you Y/n…” I then see her hesitate a little too before she speaks again.

Y/n: “I love you too Jihoon…” She says making us smile to each other before she lays her head back on my shoulder. I then smile to myself before wrapping an arm around her body, looking at the stars together.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

i have a confession

recently i had some trouble and had to delete an email

problem is, i used the google docs there to write my fics. and i thought i downloaded them all, but only one of my major ones did, and i lost everything else

literally all of it

i am anonymous because i lost my tumblr acc but on ao3 i am veetheree, and i had this longer dilemma regarding my potterlock fic (pretty disillusioned with rowling and all.that, unsure whether to continue) but even so i saw that a lot of people subscribed to it and i wanted to at least see where the story leads, i had over 300k words apart from the 40k i published

and i domt hve it anymore :') i didnt check the process because it seemed okay and i had other uni and work stuff to take care of, and now i check it and :') it's gone :')) im not doing well, and i am going to delete the fic i think

i dont have the energy to maintain it and i dont want it to be left in the dust either - i have lost all hope for it, and this is just a punch in the gut. and i was proud of the plot and how i intertwined the 2 worlds too

this is mostly just a rant because i dont really have anybody else who can relate to the pain of fic writing and the challenges that come with it

also, as to why i had to delete the email - it's complicated, hacking situation and such, but it happened over 2 months ago so im not able to retrieve it and neither do i really feel like looking into it, im done with that fic for good 😭

that's all, thank you for being a safe space for me to go to, and i apologise to anyone who was waiting for that fic to be updated :(

Hey Lovely *HUGS*

OH GOODNESS, I'm SO sorry you had a garbage time with your email, and even more so, accidentally deleted fics from your Google Drive without saving all of them. I'm TERRIFIED of losing my own fics from my G-Drive all the time (I do actually write and have about 15 "snippets" of fics on there) and back them up religiously.

That said, I can understand how life can overtake literally everything and just make being online Too Much™ – happens to me all the time 💜🖤. And I know how disheartening it can be to just... not have the motivation anymore to continue on with something, heaven knows I've done that plenty in my 40 years, LOL. And Lovely, we have to remember to do what's best for us in the long run.

When I was a teen, I wrote a fairly popular Sonic fanfic series that I never completed, literally left it on a cliffhanger. This was back before even FFNet, and fics were distributed in the Sonic fandom on our Geocities pages via Webring, LOL. After life took over, it still remains unfinished over 20 years later. I recently found the original word docs of all 9 of the stories (with the 10th one half-finished) and while I cringe at my bad writing from back then, I still love immersing myself in that world. One of these days, maybe I'll finish it, because I do think it was a great concept and intriguing storyline that dealt a lot with humanity and sentience, just obviously written by a teenager, hahaha.

The point of that anecdote? We can still love the things we wrote, and still want to engulf ourselves in that world from time to time and not feel bad about it. And if you decide to come back to it a decade from now, that's okay too. You're only human.

And never EVER hesitate to come here for a friendly eyeball to vent to. I try my best to make y'all feel not so alone. Glad to see you are okay, Vee, truly. That's what's most important.

*SNUGGLE BUGGLE HUGGLE* I hope you have a beautiful, prosperous day. And I'm sure your fic-fans understand <3

[fictionfixations]

twst spoilers (im looking through this through the lens of twisted wonderland)

I have a bunch of movie DVDs so I’m watching them.

watched part of the little mermaid (i ended up stopping cause the rest of the audio after the deal was just gone and there were more and more frame freezes and cuts)

and then aladdin

Anyway since I’m on a twisted wonderland fixation I wanted to watch the movies I had. So I’m going through little mermaid. I don’t think I have the second

..there’s one at 80 mins. It says disc 1. The other is titled ‘Ariel’s beginning’ idk the difference??? apparently ariel's beginning is the third movie, and a prequel. i didnt get around to watching it cause at this point im tired)

Guppy is an insult (i swear ive heard floyd call someone a guppy but im not sure where)

THE TWEELS EYESSS (and the white glowed yellow???? Or is that an artistic choice??? i have no idea what they did because i couldnt hear them and i didnt figure out how to turn on subtitles or rewind )

I love the yellow fish so much (hes just explaining it while lacking so many details you cant really follow)

Triton a shit father???? No I hate the crab (hes. kind of a bad influence.)

Ariel can. Be out of water with her tail? And speak? And

breathe???????? huh!?

SHES ON SAND AND ISNT DRYING OUT??? (so her only problem with it is that shes not human. and thinks he'll only get with her if she's human. it feels kind of dumb but i guess it kind of isnt if they have this huge thing against merpeople but they dont even know they exist? although there could be negative consequences ofc if they did find out but i really dont think ariel's aware of that. or if she is, then whyd she go so close if she knows they could be a danger??? ???

..i mean. its better than signing away your best magic for TEST answers. and then working for the lounge for the rest of your years at school??? with probably no pay. like. seriously?? people just accept things?? i mean i know nrc wouldnt accept kindness. but. ..apparently accept azuls deals without reading...)

'Beautiful girl singing.' (or it was beautiful singing voice) (What if she was a siren???? like cmonn) I couldn’t hear what happened to Ursula that left her away from the others ngl

...Tritons really the kind of dad to destroy Ariel’s stuff when she reveals she’s in love with a human. Okay yeah I don’t take back my thought of him being a bad dad

Well it’s human stuff but srsly???

THE FAN TURNED ON (curse non-soundproof walls) DURING MEETING URSULA ('poor unfortunate soulsss') IM CRYING NOOOOO (i didnt know how to turn on subtitles. i only figured it partway around watching aladdin :( )

I can’t hear the deal :(

Weird that Ariel still got married (and had like the foundation thing that helps merpeople get used to land??? i forgot what it was but it was because a princess in like the sunshine lands blah blah blah) Meanwhile Ursula is just. Admired fo being so kind. Do they not know??? then again they do admire jafar while he also still lost. ..i mean the stories twisted ig so we cant really know what happened. if it followed the movie or if something else happened. In twst* Sound disappeared. I think it’s the movie dvd cause there are weird cuts

im. gonna end it there because otherwise im not gonna understand a thing

aladdin go brr

The frame froze on jafar closing the parrots mouth 😭

I FOUND WHERE THE SUBTITLES ARE oh my god were the crackers a reference (in the game kalim kept shoving crackers in grims mouth and i was just so confused???) I just wanna give the tiger a hug (i dont remember what gender but so so cute when turned into smol bby)

I can’t really blame animal sidekicks that cause an issue in stuff (and kind of annoying) since I got attached to grim and I hated him for the longest time lol (anyway abu ended up helping out by stealing the lamp anyway when before there liekly wouldnt have been a chance. so. good on him)

Jafar just keeps calling him Abooboo throughout the movie. …i cant take it seriously its the funniest thing ever

Why is jasmine surprised (or at least look surprised) she could’ve just assumed jafar was mistaken since Aladdin said he went in disguise and stuff to hide why he was there????

Who the hell would believe jafar’s word? The sultan. But jasmine hates jafar!

Jafar only wanted to be with jasmine to get power??? So why does he want her now? I refuse to believe he’s in love ew

EWWWW THEY KISSED (well she did it to distract him while aladdin was making his way on the plan to stop jafar. but EWW it didnt even work because he saw aladdin's reflection in the crown!)

So gross HOW OLD IS HE!?

So glad jamil wasn’t like that but also it’s not a romance game thank fuck

'Still just second best’ OUCH thats rough hearing that insult

and its deserved. but also knowing jamils backstory makes it ow, although jamil never really. went as far. ....like. nobody actually dies. theres no attempt at killing someone excluding overblot actions and actions pre-blot BECAUSE its on the way about to overblot that what you normally wouldn't do you kind of do, and i really doubt you can be blamed for that when it kind of just. removes your morals, sort of? lowers your inhibitions. but like. makes what caused it so much more intense so then you break and boom overblot

something like that.

[slasherlaurie]

Hi everyone, your friend Laurie is back!! I don’t really know how to start this so I’m getting right into it but summary for babes who cbf (honestly same lol). If you’re the anon who kept popping into my inbox with kindness in the months I was gone PLEASE read the edit at the end.

TLDR: I’m back and I’m writing again! Things will be different but I’m figuring it out as I go. Hope you stick around <3

First of all, I’d like to apologize for my months of disappearances with no explanation. I know that was probably very frustrating for people who had requests or were waiting for more posts. Since the start of this year I’ve been horribly overwhelmed with irl stuff which I won’t get into for the sake of keeping heavy subjects out of this update, but I’ve finally been able to get some free time to get back to the things I love. Which moves me onto the next talking point.

I really have missed this blog and writing, but I think I need to go about it a different way. I put too much pressure on myself to fulfill requests without flaw and in a timely manner that I pushed myself into burnout, and so I’ve been thinking about how to do this the past couple of days. First of all, I’m deleting all requests in my inbox while I figure out what I wanna do. My inbox will still be open for a little while, but please don’t expect me to get around to it. I likely won’t do all of them, but I will make a post about it if I do stick with a request. I’m sorry to anyone who had a request or something in my drafts, I understand if this is upsetting.

I think from now on I’m mostly going to post when I’m inspired, maybe every once a month or so on average. The time pressure of someone waiting for me to churn something out really turned me away from writing so at least for a while I’m going to be completely unscheduled with my posting. Again, I’m very sorry to anyone who had a request in.

As well as this, I’d taken a BIG break from dead by daylight. Not only because of the irl stuff I mentioned making me too busy, but also because I kinda lost my love for the game and the characters. Thankfully, my feelings about it have been rekindled, and I’m really excited to return to the community.

Lastly, to my friends I’ve made through this blog. I’m so so sorry for disappearing and cutting people off, I know it doesn’t excuse it but I’ve been so socially overwhelmed the past couple of months that I’ve neglected to keep up with my online friends. I hope you can understand I wouldn’t have ghosted anyone without warning if I could’ve, but the circumstances made a lot of things extremely stressful at the time.

Sorry for this post being a bit serious, I’m not really sure how to cover everything without sounding like a bunch of excuses otherwise. Also I wrote this in my notes app at like 2am and copy pasted it here so I apologize for the messy format 😭 ily all and I’ve missed you!

edit: To the anon who kept leaving supportive messages in my inbox despite my absence, I appreciate you beyond words you are a REAL one <333 Whoever you are ilysm and I’m so sorry I didn’t see them earlier!!