#to know shit and manipulate and guess what!!!

[nanamineedstherapy]

kay s like. do u play those chill cozy games?? bc apparently mfs are calling it 'gooning' now??? 💀 like is this a meme or are girls genuinely losing their shit over stardew pixels?? i can't tell if it's ironic or if they're actually out here sweating over pumpkin crops pls explain!! I'm scared

First off: I had to look up wtf "gooning" even was—& yes, I’m Gen Z 😭

Second: I’m guessing you meant "Love & Deep Space" & the whole “men calling it a gooning game” thing? I haven’t played it since launch so I’m not super deep in the lore, but I do catch edits & memes on Insta from time to time. So I’ll answer from my perspective—feel free to correct, add, disagree, etc. 💅

Also: I got this ask super late at night & accidentally stayed up trying to organize my thoughts until 7AM. My neurons are crusty.

But don’t worry, Anon—I got you. 🔍💋

🕸️Why We Love Gojo, Nanami, Damon, Sylus, Caleb, & The "Grey Kings" —And Why That Scares Men

Every time I see some man sneering in a comment section about women "gooning" over Love & Deep Space or "romanticising" morally grey characters like Damon Salvatore or Gojo Satoru, I laugh a little.

Not because they’re wrong that we’re invested—of course we’re invested—but because they completely misunderstand what we’re invested in.

We aren’t attracted to these characters because they’re perfect, or because we expect anyone to measure up to their exact shape.

We’re attracted because, despite their flaws—sometimes because of their flaws—they demonstrate what real-world men around us don’t even attempt:

a willingness to hold someone else’s humanity higher than their ego.

Let me explain.

📖1: Tablecloth Men, & the Myth of the "Gooner Girl"

When I hear men call Love & Deep Space a "gooner game," it’s clear they don’t even know what that means—& worse, they’re projecting their own relationship with porn onto women.

For context: in online slang, a "gooner" refers to a man (usually porn-addled) who enters a trance-like edging state, binging porn for hours while hyping himself up. A "gooner game," therefore, is something designed to put women into a similar spiral, completely lost in lust & fantasy.

The insult is absurd on two levels:

Women engaging with romantic fantasy games are not typically masturbating to them the way gooners do to porn.

Women’s desire isn’t purely physical or consumptive—it’s layered, narrative-driven, & deeply tied to emotional fulfilment.

Women might read smut while folding laundry. They’ll sext while making dinner without touching themselves or even being "turned on." They’re capable of engaging sensually & intellectually at the same time.

The very fact that men think reading smut or playing otome equals a woman slack-jawed in a dark room, sweating over her phone, says more about how men experience desire than it does about how women do.

So when men accuse us of "gooning" over games like Love & Deep Space, what they’re really saying is:

“How dare you retreat into a fantasy world that doesn’t centre me?”

🌑2: The Fantasy of the Grey King

Characters like Gojo, Damon, Sylus, Caleb, & even Haibara from my fic "Third Wheeling" are cut from the same cloth:

They’re not purely good.

They’re not purely evil.

They are loyal, dangerous, competent, & painfully human.

But what matters is that in their worlds, they choose the woman they love & orient themselves around her in a way real-life men rarely do.

Take Damon Salvatore.

Damon is a disaster of a man—manipulative, violent, morally bankrupt at times—but his loyalty to Elena is unwavering. Even when she’s not his. Even when she chooses Stefan. Even when she tells him to stop, he does stop, because her boundaries matter to him even when his feelings make it hard. He doesn’t become good because of her; he struggles & grows because he wants to be good for her.

Take Gojo Satoru.

Gojo’s lightness is a mask. Before Suguru, he was untouchable but empty. Suguru grounded him. When Suguru fell, Gojo didn’t collapse, but he stopped caring as much about his own moral integrity, because no one he respected was watching. His loyalty & morality were tethered outside himself.

Take Sylus & Caleb.

These characters from Love & Deep Space represent something real-world women rarely see: men who are successful, confident, & powerful, yet make deliberate space for a woman in their lives. Literally & figuratively.

Another character repaints his bedroom, makes space in his closet, lights candles—because he wants her to feel at home. That’s not "gooning." That’s an emotional fluency men are rarely taught but women crave desperately.

Because love isn’t conquest. Love is making room.

I’ve been thinking about how characters like Damon (TVD) & Gojo (JJK) resonate so strongly with women, not because they’re perfect, but because they’re deeply flawed men who tether their morality to someone they love.

Damon’s loyalty to Elena—even when messy—shows a man willing to reorient his entire self around respect for someone else’s values.

When she’s gone, he spirals because he hadn’t yet internalised that moral compass.

Gojo mirrors this. He was untouchable & irreverent until Suguru anchored him.

When Suguru fell, Gojo started rolling the dice with his own ethics, because his compass shattered.

These kinds of stories show women what it looks like for a powerful man to choose to defer to someone else’s humanity. And for many of us—raised on tablecloth men who can’t hold a conversation beyond porn tropes—that’s revelatory.

It’s why games like Love & Deep Space feel cathartic rather than "cringe:"

– The men are functioning adults

– They make room in their lives (and their closets) for you

– They adapt instead of expecting you to shrink

Meanwhile, male-dominated fantasies keep glorifying underage girls, infantilization, & rape disguised as "spice."

No wonder women turn to fictional men who treat them like humans instead of props.

For some of us, it was more than just escapism.

I was barely in my early twenties when I left a 10-year relationship that left me with PTSD—one I’d been groomed into as a minor, one where I thought crying myself to sleep & being yelled slurrs at was just what love looked like.

Because the truth is—asking for someone who listens, makes room, & respects your mind shouldn’t be a fantasy. But here we are.

And then, somehow, I found Damon Salvatore.

The show wasn’t perfect.

But watching this chaotic, morally grey man choose to orient himself around someone else’s feelings & stay there, even when it hurt?

It cracked something open.

It showed me what I’d been enduring wasn’t love—because if even a fictional man could make space for someone’s boundaries & grief, why couldn’t a real one?

I see women say the same about Love & Deep Space.

You scroll through the comments on their edits, & you see it—women quietly, sometimes even tearfully admitting:

"I finally realised my boyfriend was never going to treat me like this."

"This game helped me leave him."

"I thought I was asking too much—but it turns out I was asking too little."

That’s not cringe.

That’s survival.

Psychologically, this is what we call a Corrective Emotional Experience—when you encounter a new model of love or safety that contradicts your trauma, & you internalize it as proof that you’re not broken for wanting more.

It’s why these characters feel life-changing.

So, no—I don’t think it’s embarrassing that Damon helped me escape.

Or that Gojo, Nanami, Sylus, Caleb, & many others like Jack Frost or even Nick Wilde—the Fox from Zootopia, help other women escape too.

It’s not silly to want a man who sees your humanity & adapts to make room for it.

It’s not silly to believe that love isn’t about shrinking yourself.

Because the truth is—it should never have been a fantasy.

But for some of us, it was the first step toward reality.

They give you permission to leave the story you were told you had to stay in.

🕷️3: Why Women Retreat to Fiction

Real-world dating for women today is a minefield of men with the emotional range of a dishcloth & the self-awareness of a brick.

They ask what you bring to the table, while bringing nothing but porn addictions, fragile egos, & a phone full of bikini reels.

If you talk about your hobbies? They tune out.

If you mention your needs? You’re "too much."

If you resist sex? You’re "frigid."

If you want sex but also respect? You’re "delusional."

Meanwhile, the male-centred fantasies they’ve grown up with glorify girls who are:

— infantile — submissive — underage-coded — overtly mothering towards their adult partners — purely decorative

So when women play Love & Deep Space or write fic about Gojo or Damon or Haibara or Caleb, they’re not "deluded"—they’re reclaiming a narrative in which their pleasure, safety, & autonomy matter.

✨4: Why Nanami Feels Like Home (& Gojo Like Sunlight)

And then there’s Nanami Kento.

He is not the loudest in the room.

He does not demand your laughter to feel like he’s alive.

He does not treat your quiet as a defect, or your sadness as something to fix.

He does not make you shrink yourself so he can feel big.

For many of us, Nanami doesn’t even feel like a character—he feels like a possibility we never believed existed.

When you are with a man like Nanami—even if he’s only fictional—you feel, maybe for the first time, that your stillness is allowed.

Your bad days are not an inconvenience.

Your bipolarity is not a moral failing.

Your silence is not a betrayal.

You don’t have to entertain him.

You don’t have to be "on."

You don’t have to drag yourself into manic cheerfulness just to keep him from sulking about your mood.

Nanami just is.

Because Nanami is the kind of man who would simply say,

“You don’t have to force anything. Just sit. I’ll handle the rest.”

And he would mean it.

If Nanami is home, Gojo is sunlight on a day you thought would never get warm again.

He makes you laugh, even when you feel like you’re falling apart inside.

He is a chaotic spirit, but never cruel.

And while he might never understand the weight you carry, he would at least never shame you for carrying it.

By contrast, Gojo is the opposite—but not in a bad way.

He’s not perfect—he’d probably forget the groceries & lose his keys & drive you insane—but he’d always come home to you.

Gojo is the kind of man who would lie down on the kitchen floor with you at 2 AM, telling dumb jokes until you laughed again, just because he can’t stand seeing you cry.

And when you feel ugly or unworthy, he’d just laugh & kiss you & say:

“You’re ridiculous. You’re perfect.”

Some days, you need Nanami: quiet, steady, capable, unafraid of your darkness.

Some days, you need Gojo: bright, relentless, a reason to laugh when you feel like nothing is funny anymore.

🌷 Why Both Matter

And what real life so often fails to give women is even one of those things—let alone both.

Instead, we get men who demand our light but resent our shadow.

Men who say we’re "too much" but "not enough."

Men who say "just be happy" because our quiet threatens them.

Men who cannot fathom that sometimes we are just tired—& that’s okay.

It's called a partnership for a reason. All relationships need balance.

We fall for Nanami & Gojo—as opposites—because they represent the two halves of love we deserve:

Someone who sits with our grief without fear,

Someone who can make us laugh anyway.

We don’t want perfection.

We don’t expect to find a Damon or a Gojo or a Sylus walking into our coffee shop tomorrow.

🧊5: What We Actually Want

We want what they symbolise:

A man who listens even when it’s inconvenient.

A man who orients himself around your humanity without erasing himself.

A man whose loyalty does not depend on whether he gets to sleep with you.

In real life, that looks like a boyfriend who moves his stuff so you can hang your clothes.

It looks like a partner who doesn’t treat your trauma like a buzzkill.

It looks like someone who asks, "Are you okay?" & then waits for the answer.

It’s not that hard.

It just happens to be rare.

A man who makes space for you without resenting it.

🔥6: Why It Scares Men

Because these stories show women that we don’t have to settle for mediocrity.

They teach us that "at least he doesn’t hit me" isn’t enough.

That our longing is not weakness, & our standards are not "too high."

When women retreat into these worlds, men panic. Why?

They expose the ways men have failed to grow.

The men mocking women for playing otome games or writing fic are the same men who think a romantic evening is you sitting silently while they scroll their phone next to you.

🌙 Not a Fantasy—a Reminder

When you’re a woman who has been told her sadness is a burden, her quiet is ungrateful, her darkness is too dark—these characters are not "escapism."

They’re recognition.

We don’t want perfect.

We don’t even want easy.

We just want someone who doesn’t punish us for being alive.

They’re proof that someone—even if only on a page—could hold all of you without flinching.

And in a world full of tablecloth men—who only know how to worship your light & run from your shadow—Nanami, Gojo, Damon, Sylus, Caleb…they don’t run.

They stay.

And that is why we love them.

The love stories we build—in fiction, in games, in fandom—aren’t delusions.

Of what we already deserve, & sometimes what we already are:

— the person who carries everyone else’s burdens.

— the one who stays up to fix what others break.

— the one who never stopped hoping there was more than this.

We love Gojo because he falls apart but keeps showing up.

We love Damon because he’s a mess but still chooses her.

We love Sylus & Caleb because they understand that making space for someone else is not weakness—it’s love.

We’re not "gooning."

We’re remembering.

That we deserve to take up space.

That loyalty can exist.

That love is supposed to feel like home, not a hostage situation.

So if that scares you?

Maybe it should.

Because some of us are done playing NPC to your fantasies.

We’re building our own worlds now.

They’re reminders.

And they’re beautiful.

A/N: I hope I made sense & not overshare. Thank you for the ask Anon!

Also, I feel like these two are the epitome of my argument.

[trulyagooner]

- watch me party on you - ★・⸝⸝﹒₊˚

geto suguru

disclaimer: this has a little cursing, and also, if your uncomfortable with whatever y/n was wearing just imagine you in some else, i just wanted to say that, idk why tho.

it’s been 4 months since you and your ex boyfriend geto broke up. well at least tonight making it 4 months, you don’t know if you miss him or not, you love geto more than anything, but it felt like he didn’t love you as much as you loved him.

it’s summer time, everyone is off from school, its either their going to visit family back home, or their gonna hang out with friends and touch every outing under the sun, but you had other plans, staying home at your small apartment binge watching tv shows, and mentally preparing for next semester, but your plans were crushed as soon as your roommate Shoko walked in. You knew shoko because of geto, they were both in a friend group with satoru, the three of them knew each other since freshman year of highschool, shoko would always help you when you and geto were going through something, telling you “just talk to him, it can’t be that bad” or when you and him first started dating she would tell you little things he liked so you could make him gifts for his birthday,you wished she had something to say the night you and him broke up, but i guess she ran out of things to say, she just listened, and never spoke, was it because she was tired of hearing about your relationship issues? or there’s was just nothing to say to salvage you and geto’s relationship in that moment?

“whatcha watching?” the brunette asked as she walked over to you looking at the tv tilting her head a little in suspicion. “love island, i got tired of that anime i was watching before.” you muttered the last part, knowing that she was the one who recommended it to you, she chuckled and took a seat next to you, about 5 minutes go by and she got a text from her phone, she quickly picked it up and viewed whatever message or thing she received. “shit i completely forgot.” she mutters, you turn your head to her in confusion “what’s up?” you ask.

“Satoru is having a party over at his place, wanna come with?” she asked , not in a demanding way of course, but it kinda looked like she wanted the company (in your eyes) maybe your mind was just manipulating you to give in. It took a little minute for you decide, it’s either A. stay in this shitty apartment and watch some people make out and lust over each other for the next couple of hours , or B. let loose and have fun..? You didn’t have to think any longer..you knew what you were doing tonight.

10 minutes past and your looking for something to wear, “should i go slutty? or more cover up?? maybe a little slutty but i’m not showing to much skin..nah that’s kinda boring..why am i even thinking this hard” all these things raced through your mind especially the last part..why were you thinking so hard..is it because it’s your first time being out in a while? or because you were gonna see him for the first time since that day..there’s no denying he’s not gonna be there, it’s satoru’s party, and there both best friends, you were gonna see him to tonight, are you ready? do you think you could see his face without punching the shit out of it?? or bawling your eyes out? you weren’t sure but, at this point you didn’t care, “it’s been so long since i truly had some fun” you thought , so it’s time to let loose.

you decided to wear a mini skirt, you had a bunch of them and you loved how it looked on you so paired it with a top you found deep in your closet, you wanted to wear makeup tonight, nothing heavy but suttle and pretty , about an hour later you were ready, you walk out the bathroom to see shoko with a shot of what i seemed like liquor in her hand, she turned her head to face you, “you look pretty” she says with a small smile, her complimenting you made you a little more confident, you smile at her, you didn’t feel like drinking in that moment so you grabbed your keys “my car tonight!” you shout as you walk away to the hallway, shoko grabs her purse and follows you.

it’s about 11:38 at night, by this time the party might be packed by now, you and shoko just arrived, you could hear the music blasting from outside, and as soon as you two stepped foot into the house, the smell of liquor and weed hit you, the smells were strong, the crowd was huge, everyone looked like they were having a good time, before you could even take another step, shoko’s dragging you to the kitchen to get a drink, you don’t protest just follow her and push yourself through the large crowd. you guys make it to the kitchen and she opens the fridge door, she poured you a drink not really knowing what she was doing but, did it matter?

some time passes, your now in the crowd , moving your hips to the beat of the song, having the time of your life, your dancing with some guy but you didn’t really pay attention when he told you his name and tried to get your number, poor boy, but you couldn’t care less, you were having so much fun, you made sure not to drink so much because you knew out of you and shoko you had to drive.

everything was going great from your point of view, but not so much for geto.he’s watching you, not in a creepy way, his eyes just keep landing right on you, he had a drink in his hand and was with satoru and some others playing some stupid beer game. he isn’t paying attention to the boys nor is he paying attention to the game, his eyes are on you, how beautiful you looked, he didn’t even pay attention to what you were wearing at first just you, it takes him back to the night he met you, how you looked at him, also how hard to get you were acting until he took you on the first date. He really did love you so much, but did he express that good enough? did he truly pour his all into you as much as you did for him? questions raced in head, he bit his bottom lip and looked away for a moment, until satoru pulled him out of his thoughts and said “ you alright suguru? you look a little down?” the white haired male teased him a little guessing the reason why he was acting that way was because he was loosing the game, “no, i’m fine.” geto replied , he took one last glance at you before he put his cup down and focused a little more on the game.

couple minutes passed, the guy you were dancing with started getting to touchy and you didn’t wanna get violent tonight so you just walked away, you see satoru in the corner of your eye, standing around with his friends , you could really only gojo because of his hair and how it stood out and also his voice, you could recognize it from anywhere, you decided to walk over to him, wanting to say hey and to ask him where shoko was. As you were walking over there, you noticed the long haired male next to him..geto, he had his hair down..you loved when his hair was down, it made him look so much sexier, you didn’t try to look at him to much, you would rather shit in your hands and clap.

“look at what we have here” gojo says pulling you into a hug, and smiling from ear to ear , that smile that so many girls go crazy over..but to you? nah.

you hugged him back, completely not even looking at geto, you knew not acknowledging him would secretly drive him insane so you continued thinking it was funny and also because you can and wanted to? a conversation started between you and gojo, just catching up a little your glad that things didn’t really change between you and satoru after you and his best friend’s breakup.

suguru knew what you were doing, ignoring him? now that’s just immature, but he was glad he got to get a better look at you, how you changed your hair, it’s now curlier and looks so much more healthy than it did before, he studied what you had on, he bought you that skirt, he always loved how it looked on you, the more he stared the more he over-thought, he knew he missed you, no doubt about it, this wasn’t the only night he was thought about you, just the first time he saw you in a while, and he was so happy he did, seeing you only in his thoughts were getting repetitive and unbearable. he wants another chance, he wants you agian..no he NEEDS you all to himself to nobody, but him, that way he wouldn’t have to overthink about you, that way he could be happy, and that way he wouldn’t have so much regret.

ian gon lie, if this ass i’m gonna have to delete my account. buh bye

[notworking-com]

but anyways today’s recap

[guardianbee]

rewatching s1 meljay scenes just to feel something and while I want to do an analysis of their relationship to argue against every bonehead that touts "mel manipulated jayce" I got to the end where jayce tells the council to go fuck themselves BUT THEN POINTEDLY TURNS TO MEL AND SOFTLY SAYS "Except you. You were right. You were always right." And I CRY OKAY. Her eyes widen and it sinks in that there's someone who supports the same vision of peace she has, who VALIDATES her views. And one of the LAST scenes is them smiling at one another when the council agrees to Zaun's independence. They made peace without going to war. Without using hextech and corrupting jayce and viktor's dream. Without compromising mel's values.

And then s2 fucked that all up.

[im-kinno-hello]

and if i made a comic about them making a blog for the weird demon dog they found in the woods just because they are being brainwashed by it and it told them they need to spread the word of what word they don’t even fucking know?

[centipedetea]

its killing me that spamton is going thru that situation where people hate woobifying fanon so much that they lean too far in the opposite direction and create fanon 2 where he's cartoonishly evil for no reason

[vitrall]

I don't think Jayce and Viktor literally died. They were kind of pulled into another dimension/astral plane/whatever you call it. We see older Viktor, and while it could be another Viktor, I think it would be more meaningful if it was our Viktor, finally free from the arcane, going through the universe with Jayce, fixing timelines together. Kind of like a cosmic mission.

[dnalt-d2]

So I wasn't into Dream SMP when it was popular, but watching Tubbo's response stream is probably the closest I'll get to really feeling like I was

[snekdood]

i think something that pisses some ppl off on here is how i got out of conspiracy theories bc of vaush and not bc of anyone on here in any capacity.

[1-ufo]

I wish I could find my ability to write back again. It used to be my best form of communicating myself to others. But goddamn I’ve gone through two major autistic burn outs and I feel like I’ve completely lost my voice again.

Sometimes literally it’s like this physical anxiety reaction that actually chokes my real voice too. I come out so croaky sometimes.

But I grew up with selective mutism. And it wasn’t that I didn’t want to talk. I did. I wanted to share myself with the world and I couldn’t. So I wrote. I journaled. I blogged. I wrote fictional stories. So many fictional stories. And comic books.

But now? this time I also just feel like nothing I say is important at all. And I can’t even like. Write an email to my dad since I do have a lot to say to him and it’s too hard to do in person.

I have the entirety of a damn muse fan fiction epic three part book all planned out in my head and I can’t even finish the first book after I wrote ~75k words in it.

And I want to! But I’m just… can’t seem to string a sentence together without deleting the whole thing.

Like I’m going to force myself to post this damn post instead of delete it like I usually do.

I feel like my last autistic burn out took my voice again. Going through covid as someone with a primary immune deficiency while being screamed at bc I asked people to please wear a mask. And then going through this horrible political shift with a maga dad took the rest of it.

I’m trying. I really am. I vet the posts I share on Facebook harder than I ever have before. While making sure that it’s got other happier posts from working at the shelter in between. bc I’m still trying to reach across that bridge to the ones I care about most. Whether they see it or not idk. But that’s like. The best I can do for my voice right now about everything that’s happing right now.

Yeah. Idk. Just. Frustrated with myself bc stream of conscious writing is also the best I can do.

[woughs]

it feels so stupid & evil & frustrating to cry over someone who wasn’t even planning on telling me that they didn’t even think of me as a friend anymore for literal months to years b/c it’s like… okay? why waste the tears?

i don’t think they ever wasted any on me? i dunno. it’s difficult for me to believe they ever genuinely liked me, or even thought of me as somebody actually important & worthy of respect in an capacity & i just want to scream until my lungs start bleeding.

[vern-circuits]

THISSS !!!!! 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

Henry Emily has always been a morally gray character.. Yall switchin’ up on him don’t understand…

love Henry Emily. Something about a character that is so conflicting is just awesome. Connection Terminated, his self deletion, and just dialouge in general shows us he is a deeply depressed man.

BUT, I feel in a way, that depression is kind of self-loathing or stewing in his own guilt. He started out feeling great from his connection with Afton, I mean, they became super successful. He is known to push things under the rug.. Hence the whole cassette man era. Yet, he is ALSO shown to be proactive in the creation of toy animatronics… He never looses his connection with the company, rather than just running away, it seems he tries to fix things.

However, that never does excuse what he did, and I think he *knows* that. That no matter what he does he lives with the guilt of falling into Afton’s trap and participating in it..

I DESPERATLY want to know EXACTLY when it hit Henry that Afton was nothing but a manipulative maniac.

I want to get in the mind of Henry Emily, how aware was he of everything? Did he purposefully and completely knowingly betray Edwin? Or was he manipulated by William?

i want to know.

This concludes Henry Emily #2 fan’s rant.. Thank you.

[rachiller]

At this point if she’s reaching out & I’m now the one not replying bc I’m mad about her ignoring me for two days does that make me the immature one? Like. Have I become the monster

[littlelamy]

title: he tries to come back

warnings: 18+, language, angst, part 1 part 2 part 3

your phone won’t stop buzzing. text after text, call after call, rafe’s name flooding your screen like a goddamn sickness. your stomach churns at the sight of it, thumb hovering over the block button, but you don’t press it—not yet. not because you’re entertaining the idea of listening to his bullshit, but because blocking him feels like an admission that he got to you. and fuck that. he already took enough.

you let the phone ring, his name flashing, vibrating against your nightstand like an incessant mosquito. eventually, it stops, only to be followed by a long string of texts, desperate and fractured:

rafey: baby, please

rafey: i swear it was nothing

rafey: just pick up, just let me explain

rafey: i can’t fucking lose you

rafey: fuck

you squeeze your eyes shut, inhale deep through your nose. the audacity of this motherfucker. after everything—after sofia, after his bullshit excuses, after the way he snapped at you like you were the one out of line—he still thinks he has the right to your time, to your attention. to you.

you sit up, grabbing your phone, thumbs moving before you can second guess it.

you: your shit is at my house. pick it up and leave me alone.

his response is immediate, like he was just waiting, holding his breath.

contact name changed ✓

kook bitch: baby, please, don’t do this

kook bitch: just talk to me

kook bitch: where are you? i’ll come now

you toss your phone onto your bed with a scoff, standing too fast. your head spins slightly, but you ignore it, already moving. you don’t want to see him. you don’t want to hear whatever manipulative garbage he’s rehearsed. you just want him out of your life, out of your space.

so you gather his things. the hoodie you used to sleep in, the cologne bottle he left in your bathroom, the stupid baseball cap he always made you wear backward when you rode him in his truck. it all smells like him, like cedarwood and something inherently rafe, and it makes your stomach twist.

you shove it all into a bag and dump it on the porch.

a knock rattles the door not even twenty minutes later.

you hesitate, breath catching in your throat. then you force yourself to move, to unlock it and yank it open. and there he is—disheveled, breathless, storm-blue eyes scanning your face like he’s searching for a crack in your armor. his hands are shaking.

“baby—”

“don’t call me that.”

a muscle in his jaw twitches. “just—just let me talk, okay? just five minutes.”

“no.” your voice is cold, steely. “your shit is there. take it and leave.”

he doesn’t move. doesn’t even glance at the bag.

“i fucked up,” he says, voice thick, eyes glistening under the porch light. “i know that, i swear to god, but i love you, and i can’t—i can’t fucking breathe without you.”

his desperation is palpable, clawing at your skin, but you don’t let it seep in. not this time. because it’s not love. it’s possession. it’s selfishness. it’s rafe being rafe, taking and taking and never thinking about the wreckage he leaves behind.

you exhale sharply, shaking your head. “you don’t get to say that to me. not after what you did.”

“it didn’t mean anything,” he pleads, stepping closer, hands twitching like he wants to touch you. “i was drunk, i was stupid, i—fuck, baby, please.”

before he can reach you, before he can spill more poison into the air, your hand flies out.

smack.

the sound rings sharp between you, echoing off the house, slicing through the thick, humid night. his head snaps to the side, a stunned silence stretching between you. his cheek blooms red where your palm met his skin, and for the first time, he looks like he understands.

he doesn’t deserve you. not even a little bit.

his chest rises and falls, his lip quivering, but he doesn’t say anything. he just stares at you, his world shattering in real time. and you watch, unblinking, unfeeling.

“don’t ever come back here,” you whisper, voice steady, unshaken. “we’re done.”

he swallows hard, something breaking behind his eyes. but he nods. because he knows.

he knows.

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[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reaction to you being sore the morning after they went hard

Request: Can you pleaseeeee do like Ot13 s/o being sore all of their body after sex? Or like their body being sore the morning after. Like what are their reaction to their s/o being sore after being fucked harddd lmaoooo

A/N: Minghao.

Seungcheol: You're walking funny and he just smirks, “Can’t handle your man?” he teases while already scooping you up bridal style. Kisses your temple, massages your thighs later, but doesn’t promise to go easier next time. In fact, he’s kinda proud.

Jeonghan: He's a devilish little shit, “aww, baby~ did I break you?” Fake sympathy and coo-ing while dragging you onto his lap. Whispers “You were begging for more last night” in your ear with a sly grin. He'll then run a bath for you and act like a saint. Manipulative menace.

Joshua: As we know, he can be an angel turned demon. At first, he’s all, “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, right?” But when you admit you’re sore, his ears go red, but he smiles a bit cockily. “Guess I got carried away, huh?” Helps you stretch… but starts teasing and touching you again. Trouble in disguise.

Jun: This man is blunt and cocky. “You’re sore?” Grins. “I warned you.” Slaps your butt playfully as you wince, but then offers a massage and actually follows through with warm oil and expert hands. Still whispers, “Want me to make you sore again tonight?” You might actually throw soap at him and die.

Hoshi: Oh, he's a tease too, “babe… are you limping?” starts laugh-laughing, but when you glare, he panics, “Wait wait wait—are you okay?!” Gives you one of his precious tiger plushies from his sacred collection as an apology. But he's high-key proud. Very proud.

Wonwoo: He watches you struggle to sit and just lifts an eyebrow over his pc. “So you’re feeling it.” Says it so casually like it’s a weather update. He’ll tug you into his lap and rub your back gently, murmuring, “You’ll get used to it.” NO YOU WON'T!!!

Woozi: “...You’re sore? Huh. That’s… that’s not my fault. You told me not to stop.” Cue him looking away, ears turning pink. Makes you coffee while avoiding eye contact. He’s embarrassed but lowkey flattered, but planning to do it again tonight. There's no stopping him.

Dokyeom: “OH NO DID I BREAK YOU?!” He’s so apologetic even though he was the one destroying you six hours ago 😭 Will carry you around, feed you snacks, kiss your forehead 50 times. Cries a little inside, but if you say you liked it—he lights up. And this will repeat all over again...

Mingyu: Golden retriever smug. “Can’t move?” He’s grinning so wide while helping you get out of bed. Literally acts like you just won a championship. “That’s my girl.” He’ll cook you breakfast and wink every five seconds. Zero shame. Very shameless. Very, very shameless.

Minghao: I think he's very chill but lethal about it; notices the way you’re stretching weird and just goes, “Hmm.” Nothing else. Then comes over and whispers, “But, you were so loud last night.” Kisses your neck while handing you tea and I don't really know what the fuck that means but he's very into how ruined you look. Might go again just because.

Seungkwan: “You’re SORE?? I—did I go too hard?!” Full-on pacing in his pajamas, hand over heart, but when you admit you liked it, he blushes like hell. “Well, of course you did.” Helps you change and wraps you in a blanket. King of extra aftercare. He's the softest among all these 12 shits.

Vernon: Idk if it's surprising but he's lowkey a menace. “Damn. Wasn’t even trying that hard.” Says it all deadpan while watching you limp to the bathroom. Doesn’t tease too much but will absolutely throw in a You look hot, though while sipping water like nothing happened. Might poke your thigh just to see you flinch.

Dino: It's probably an overachiever moment. “You're sore?” Confused. “I didn’t think I went that hard… unless—” Pauses. Slowly starts smirking. “Well, guess someone couldn’t keep up.” He tries to act cool but fails when you start whining and hitting him. Still massages you. “Next time, stretch first.”

[finsterhund]

the more time passes and the more I grow and mature as a young man the more I can actually articulate exactly why an internet celebrity targeting an indie game by "think of the children-ing" about comical violence on the level of the average looney tunes cartoon, subtle - likely unintentional- reinforcement of normalized ableism in society, and devolving into a tangent about how irreplaceable the nuclear family is (because the main character is implied to have a single mother) was so shitty. Then to go on and claim the game's fans were attacking him for pointing out that everything he said was a reflection of his own issues, even though his fans were the ones engaging in harassment.