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frenskcup · 4 months ago

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having thoughts about...

the past few days have had your back screaming out in agony. but that's nothing your man can't fix. with his own aching body, yelling out for some reprieve, trust that jason has his own arsenal of solutions that he's more than willing to try out on you. anything to help his beloved.

of course you can hog the heated pad for tonight. the drizzle that gotham is accustomed to has upgraded to an absolute downpour that has his own bones aching, so he knows how it is.

did his comparatively larger hand feel nice on your lower back? yeah, he can keep it there – in fact, he'll include the other and massage your back in tandem if that will help the pain.

on one particularly crappy day, you can't control the grunts and winces of pain when you twist a certain way your back can't take. it's the worst it's been since it started a few weeks ago. jason can tell.

not like that's saying much– he's attentive to your every emotion: every tired sigh you don't think too much about in the moment, the stink-eye you give the lady at the bodega for cutting in front of you, the sparkle in your eye when he plants a big one on your cheek as he passes by and you pull him right back to return the action three-fold.

you're on your phone when he comes through the front door and stops in his tracks. it's not uncommon for you to be scrolling through a random app's feed but the position you chose to put yourself is: upside down with your legs outstretched, resting on the wall.

"how's the weather down there?" his question holds a different meaning behind it, unlike his normal quips about the height difference between you two.

"it was good 'til it wasn't," you groan, dropping your phone and slithering off the couch head first. your legs are still planted on the seat of the couch, and the new position makes jason's back hurt looking at you.

you make grabby hands at him, which he feels he cannot legally deny in any circumstance. he squats down to reach your hands, squeezing to make sure you had a good grip on him and were ready for the force of him lifting/pulling.

with a grunt, jason snaps up from his semi-squat position and drags you with him. the amount of force he uses with you has been carefully calibrated over the time you've known each other.

a yelp has his heart in his throat. there's no way he hurt you, right?

"you okay?"

he's quick to put you down and check your shoulders and arms for any acute injuries. the last thing he needs is to hurt you. he'd feel too guilty to touch you again in that way if he did, which would make performing his previous maneuver at your behest difficult.

you're silent as he firmly grabs at places that could have been injured. as jason faces your front, he notices your silence is paired with a very out-of-it expression. he never hit your head on anything, did he?

"baby? you okay–"

"my back."

his eyes widen with concern. you're still standing but...

"did i make it worse?" your eyes focus in on him, now taking in the worry evident on his face.

"i... think you might have popped something." your hand reaches for his to reassure him. "something good, i promise. wasn't expecting that to happen, so it scared me silent, i guess."

he let's out a breath and squeezes your hand, relieved that he didn't cause any more pain.

"i need you to do something for me. and don't try to talk me out of it. this is for science."

"science is only when you write stuff down."

you scoff at him.

"stop quoting myth busters at me, you absolute nerd."

"it seems like i'm being summoned somewhere else." he pretends to check his phone, making sure to rip his hand away from you. "yeah, definitely something significantly more important than whatever "science" you're doing."

"fine. i'm sorry. you're not a nerd." your pause makes jason think you're about to tell him your idea. "you're a huge nerd. like, physically and quantitatively."

his dead stare at you has your facade cracking, a sputtered laugh falling from your lips. you grab at his hands with great difficulty, as he swats at you and tries to stuff them in his jeans.

"okay, okay. you're my huge nerd. better?"

you give up on trying to pull his hands from where he's planted them, instead reaching around his neck to pull him closer to you. you know jason can't stop his hands from grabbing your lower back to pull you even closer, making you grin. you rub your nose to his when he's close enough.

"not at all."

"just– help me out, please?"

you hold his cheeks in your hands, forcing him to look at you as you look at him with puppy dog eyes, a small pout on your lips. he rolls his eyes and you know you got him.

"thank you, jaybird!" you plant a kiss on his cheek with a loud, exaggerated smooching noise.

(back during your first month or two with him, you tried to find out how much moisture on your lips would have him wiping away at his cheek or mouth. turns out, there was no way in hell jason was going to do that. wipe off your kiss? that you specifically gave to him? you're outta your damn mind.)

you get jason to help you scoot the coffee table out of the way for a more spacious floor to work with. you guide him into the spot you envisioned, closing one eye and telling him "a little more to the left".

"okay. i'm gonna cartwheel in front of you." you point at him. "you're gonna catch my legs."

as the son and protege of a detective, the cogs in his head are turning with the instructions you've given him. he never was the fastest at deducing motives or criminal reasoning when he first started, but now he's pretty good with the experience under his belt.

you move quicker than the detective his mind, swinging a leg up and then the other in front of him.

"now pull me up by my legs!" you shout, not currently being able to register how loud you are when the blood is rushing to your head and you're nowhere close to jason's ears that are more than six feet away from your head. "not fast! just enough to stretch me out!"

he's not for sure on whether this will help your back at all, more just going along for the ride at this point. but like the caring boyfriend he is, he grasps both of you legs with his arms and slowly moves you enough so that you're dangling from his hold.

a loud 'pop' sounds out from your spine, causing you to yelp in surprise.

"i'm okay! that was a good pop!" you learned from your last pop to tell him if it hurt. "i think that's all i'm gonna get out of it today. please put me down!"

jason maneuvers you gently to the ground and your feet away from him. your face is flushed from being upside down and you stumble into his chest, both his arms coming to grab you before you fell.

"i'd offer you the same treatment, but..." you wrap your arms around him and can just only get your hands together in an s-grip. "you're too big a nerd."

with a groan, he effortlessly hoists you up underneath your armpits and throws you before catching you. not wanting to risk a fall, you wrap your arms and legs around him quickly. if you had claws, he's sure you'd be stuck on his shirt. not that he'd mind.

"remind me why i let you bully me."

"because... i'll let you lay on me and rub your shoulders and back like you want?"

"you're lucky you know me so well."

and with that, he traps you under the lumpy couch that you swore you'd replace like a few months ago. true to your word, you take your time massaging his tense shoulders and rubbing and scratching his back to let him feel some relief. besides–

"you're my big nerd."

A/N: didn't think this would be so long, but i always like to stretch a bit for waaaay longer than it should. i'm a new jason todd stan as of like, a month ago. so jason might be o.o.c. but i wanted to get this to the masses asap

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #dc comics #gender neutral reader #reader insert

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all444glo · 1 month ago

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COUNTRYBOY! ANTHONY EDWARDS HEADCANONS

CountryboyAnt! who’s been calling you “sadity from the city” since y’all were ten, like it’s your middle name.

CountryboyAnt! who was always into some kind of trouble—sneakin' out past dusk, getting caught in trees he wasn’t supposed to be in, or “borrowing” tools without askin’.

CountryboyAnt! who you watched get his mouth washed out with soap too many times to count, always grinnin’ through it like it was a badge of honor.

Countryboy!Ant who proudly taught you your first curse word, whispering it behind the shed and grinning like a devil when you repeated it.

CountryboyAnt! who practically lived at your grandparents’ house, always roughhousing with your cousins and brothers, eating up all your food

Countryboyant! who you forced along with your brothers and cousins to do fashion shows.

CountryboyAnt! who you “couldn’t stand” but wouldn’t let nobody else talk about him.

“I don’t even like him like that.”

“Then why you get mad when Keisha said his breath stink?”

“…'Cause that’s my problem with him, not hers.”

CountryboyAnt! who used to flip his eyelids and stick his tongue out at you during church service until y’all got swatted with the fan or popped on the thigh.

CountryboyAnt! who held your hand at your grandma’s funeral while tears streamed down his own cheeks.

CountryboyAnt! who was your first kiss—right outside the church, behind the van, with your breath still tasting like peppermint.

CountryboyAnt! who’d fight over you at the drop of a dime—“She might be from the city, but she ain’t soft. Now move 'round, nigga.”

CountryboyAnt! who made you ask random boys if they wanted to fight him for a dollar, just 'cause he wanted a reason to swing.

CountryboyAnt! who was always strong for his age—built like a ol John Henry by 13, lifting heavy stuff for neighbors in exchange for cold pops and corner store money.

CountryboyAnt! who stole you a barn kitten and swore it “followed him home” just so you’d stop crying that day.

CountryboyAnt! who snuck you out at 2AM to go riding his granddaddy’s horses, whispering stupid ghost stories the whole way.

CountryboyAnt! who made you help him steal sugarcane from someone else’s land, both of y’all chewing on it ‘til your teeth hurt.

CountryboyAnt! who dreaded every summer ending, watching you load up your bags like it was the end of the world.

CountryboyAnt! who rode his bike into town for good Wi-Fi just to see you buffer on a pixelated Skype screen.

CountryboyAnt! who got scouted young, sent to a private school in the city, and stopped coming back. Even for summers—too busy, too absorbed in his new world.

CountryboyAnt! who you lost touch with after his grandparents passed, but whose face stayed familiar on ESPN and Instagram feeds.

CountryboyAnt! who still had the same attitude, same potty mouth, just with better teeth and a hell of a lot more money.

CountryboyAnt! who donates back to the town quietly—renovating schools, keeping the rec centers open, making sure the football field still got lights.

CountryboyAnt! who shows up to your granddaddy’s funeral, hugs you longer than anybody else, and whispers, “Damn, Sadity city girl—you grew up on me.”

CountryboyAnt! who convinces you not to sell your grandparents’ land, promising to help restore it and turn it into something beautiful.

CountryboyAnt! who called up your cousins and brothers, cussing them out good for not drivin’ down to help fix up the house— “Y’all act like I’m askin’ for the damn moon.”

CountryboyAnt! who helps you fix it up in his off-season, barely letting you do any work.

“We should do that TikTok where we introduce ourselves and the work we did.”

“Y/N, you ain’t even done shit—”

“That’s the joke!”

CountryboyAnt! who’s a true gentleman—you don’t do no heavy work on the land, you’re busy tending the garden or servin’ him and his friends tea or lemonade, keepin’ everything sweet and smooth

CountryboyAnt! who learned hoodoo from his great-grandmammy, whispering affirmations and laying protection charms under your windowsills.

CountryboyAnt! who plants a money tree on the east side of your land and nails horseshoes above the doors, "just in case."

CountryboyAnt! that has railroad spikes scattered all across your land.

CountryboyAnt! who helps you scribble Psalms in white chalk onto your floorboards before layin’ down hardwood.

CountryboyAnt! who makes sure every corner of your home is blessed and sweetened before he builds it up.

CountryboyAnt! who you fix a home-cooked meal for when the work is done—he takes one bite and breaks down, whispering', “You cook just like your Granny…”

CountryboyAnt! who can’t keep his eyes off you, imagining every curve and line beneath the dust and work clothes, already planning you alls whole life.

CountryboyAnt! who won’t say he missed you out loud, but damn near begs you not to leave again.

CountryboyAnt! who watches you bent over, hands covered in dirt and paint, and damn near loses it—thinking about how hard he wants to make you forget all that work

CountryboyAnt!who still has that heavy, corn-fed build—strong enough to toss you over his shoulder and start running.

CountryboyAnt! who teases you by tracing his fingers over your skin while you’re distracted, making you shiver but keep on building.

CountryboyAnt! who groans when you show up in shorts, jaw tight, knuckles flexing like he’s fighting a demon.

CountryboyAnt! who couldn’t handle the tension and just said, “Fuck it,” then fucked you right there in your unfinished home.

CountryboyAnt! who talks filthy when he’s close, his accent dragging out every syllable—“Ain’t no way you walkin’ ‘round like this and expectin’ me to act normal. You see what you do to me, baby?”

CountryboyAnt! who can’t help but fuck you slow and deep the first time, foreheads pressed together letting you hear all of his noises.

CountryboyAnt! who eats you out with reverence, sayin’ little prayers into your thighs like he’s anointing you.

CountryboyAnt! who breaks the bed frame but swears it was “already loose.”

CountryboyAnt! who makes you ride him with your moomoo on, hands firm on your hips like he built you.

CountryboyAnt! who calls your pussy “home” every time he’s buried in it—“Ain’t no place I’d rather be.”

CountryboyAnt! who pulls out, spits on it, and goes right back in with a smirk—“You said you could handle it, right?”

CountryboyAnt! who takes you outside, bent over the hood of his truck, stars overhead, and the cicadas loud. Making you scream his name loudly, reminding you no one is around to hear

CountryboyAnt! who lays with you after, hands on your stomach, whisperin’ “you gon’ be mine forever, right?”

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eternaldesi · 5 months ago

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╰ dad!chris x . Mom!reader ᨸ Chris hesitantly agrees to let you have a girls’ night out, promising he’s got the kids under control—only to FaceTime you for help when the toddler throws a tantrum.

IT HAD BEEN WEEKS OF NON-STOP FAMILY LIFE. Between work, the kids’ activities, and keeping everything running smoothly at home, you hadn’t had a night to yourself in what felt like forever. So, when your friends suggested a girls’ night out, you jumped at the chance. After all, you deserved a little fun and relaxation, right? You glanced over at Chris, who was sprawled on the couch in his usual laid-back fashion, playing a game on his phone. “Hey, babe,” you started, trying to sound casual, but you could feel the nerves creeping in. “I was thinking I could go out with the girls tonight. Just for a few hours.” Chris looked up from his phone, eyes widening slightly at the mention of you leaving. He put down his phone, his expression shifting to one of concern. “Wait, you want to leave me alone with the kids?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. You laughed lightly, not sure if he was joking. “Chris, you’ve got this. They’ll be fine. You’re a great dad.” He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know, but… I don’t know. What if something happens? What if they get… I don’t know… messy? Or—” You raised an eyebrow. “Chris, you’ve been around the kids for a long time. I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Besides, it’s just a few hours. I’ll be back before you know it.” He sighed dramatically but eventually relented, giving you a smile of reassurance, even though you could tell he was still nervous. “Fine, fine. But if they start a riot or something, I’m calling you.” “Deal,” you said, laughing as you grabbed your purse. “I’ll be just a phone call away. Have fun with the kids, Dad.”

A FEW HOURS LATER, you were at a lively restaurant with your friends, enjoying a much-needed break. You’d forgotten how nice it felt to be around adults, away from the chaos of home. As the night went on, you found yourself laughing and chatting freely, your stress melting away with each glass of wine. But then, your phone buzzed. You pulled it from your purse, glancing at the screen. It was a FaceTime call from Chris. You frowned, puzzled. Was everything okay? You answered the call, and Chris’s face popped up on the screen, looking a little frazzled. Behind him, you could hear the sounds of children—loud, high-pitched, and very chaotic. “Hey, what’s up?” you asked, trying to hide your amusement. Chris’s face was a mixture of panic and exasperation. “I… I need help,” he said, voice low, as if trying to keep the situation under control. “What’s going on?” you asked, already knowing the answer. “Chloe won’t stop crying. I’ve tried everything. I gave her snacks, I sang her favorite song, I even put on the show she likes—nothing’s working! And Nico is jumping off the couch while Sienna is pretending to be a scientist and mixing random things in the kitchen.” You could barely suppress your giggles as you heard Nico’s excited voice shouting, “I’m a superhero!” in the background. Meanwhile, Chloe’s cries only seemed to get louder. You held back laughter, trying to keep your tone calm. “Okay, okay. Deep breath, Chris. Here’s what you do—try giving Chloe her stuffed bear, the one she can’t sleep without. It usually calms her down.” Chris ran a hand through his hair, his face scrunching with frustration. “I tried that. She’s still going off. And Nico won’t stop—he’s about to break something!” You couldn’t help it anymore. You laughed, a genuine laugh that rang out over the phone. “Chris, you’ve got this. Just breathe. Let me talk to the kids.” You put the phone on speaker and called out to the kids. “Nico! Sienna! Can you listen to Daddy for just a minute? He’s trying really hard!” “Mommy!” Sienna’s voice rang through the phone, and you could hear the excitement in her voice. “Daddy says I can’t mix the kitchen stuff!” “Yeah, because you’re not a scientist, Sienna,” Chris added with a sigh. “I swear, they’re out of control tonight.”“Alright, alright. Just tell them to give you a few minutes,” you said, trying to suppress another laugh. “I’m sure they’ll calm down.” Chris rubbed his temples. “I’m gonna lose it, I swear.” You could hear Chloe’s cries start to fade slightly in the background as Chris quickly retrieved the stuffed bear, probably following your instructions. It only took a few moments before the sound of Chloe calming down reached your ears. “There, see?” you said, grinning. “Just give it a minute.” Chris looked at you through the phone, his expression one of disbelief. “You seriously have a magic touch. She’s quiet now. Nico is pretending to be Batman, and Sienna’s cleaning up the kitchen… I don’t know how you do it.”“Years of practice, babe,” you said, smiling warmly. “You just have to stay calm, and they’ll follow your lead. But hey, if you need me to come home early, I’m just a call away.” Chris raised an eyebrow, a sheepish grin forming on his face. “I think we’re good now… but I don’t know if I can handle another night like this. Maybe next time you could plan a night out while the kids are asleep?” “Yeah, maybe,” you teased. “But you handled it. I’m proud of you, Dad.” “I’m not sure I’d call it handling it,” Chris said with a rueful chuckle. “But I’m surviving.” You gave him a reassuring smile, knowing he was doing his best. “You’re doing great. I’ll be home soon. Just remember—if all else fails, put on their favorite movie and let them burn off some energy.” “Got it. Thanks, babe.” As you ended the call, you chuckled to yourself, thoroughly entertained by the chaos at home. It had been nice to get a break, but honestly, you couldn’t wait to get back to your little family and see how Chris was holding up with everything.

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backwardshatnick · 1 month ago

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𝖻𝗅𝗍-𝗀𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍-𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗀𝗀 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗐𝗂𝖼𝗁

in which schrodinger's cat is out of the bag... partially.

pairing: call centre representative!matt x customer!reader wc: 1.4k notes: i am starting to understand why people enjoy writing. hehe. series masterlist here :D [divider credits to: @strangergraphics]

“And I think we can wrap everything here. We’re done for the day,” your team leader said to the roundtable, your other friends now already slamming their laptops and tablets shut while haphazardly putting away their notebooks into their backpacks.

The team leader was wiping the whiteboard clean off of the equations that you all had solved, all ready to be presented to your professor in the next few days until he offered, “Anyone care to join for chicken wings after this?”

Some girls were eager to join, a pair of boys shaking their head declining while another jumped straight away to the team leader and you were left to answer him.

“No thank you,” you politely refused, “I’ve got stuff to do.” “Café shift?”

“Nope, the manager gave us permission to have a break during the exam season but I gotta finish some stuff here,” you replied while pointing to your laptop and the sheets of paper which were covering the keyboard.

He gave you an understandable nod and waited for you to be finished packing as he had to return the key to the study room soon.

“See you!” he waved to which you returned as well, now seated at the small study booths which consisted of a desk and a built-in isolation board, alongside a bunch of cables which you used to charge your laptop with.

You were now tucked away in the corner, headphones on which were putting white fan noises on blast, an already cold cup of warm chai from your workplace sat on the edge of the table, forehead furrowed and pencil held tightly in between your hands, whisking away at some Mathematical notes and diagrams.

A muffled burst of laughter comes from a nearby study booth in which its door was open, showing a group of students who were seemingly wrapping up a study session. You were still on your grind, unaware of the zipping sounds of backpacks and pencil cases, shuffling of papers and light chatter from the lot. Matt stepped out of the booth, half-laughing at something a friend had said, mind still a bit hazy over the session which somehow spiralled into a heated debate over presentation fonts and podcast speech manners. He bid his friends goodbye, black backpack now slung over one shoulder as he fixed the wrinkled fabric of his hoodie on the other.

Matt’s body froze, his smile fading away but curving into something more sinister as his brain just quietly whispered, “That’s her.” He recognised the familiar cup sleeve which bore the café’s name and capybara logo and knew that it was definitely you. His Einstein Wi-Fi girl. He awkwardly hunched behind a fake plant, trying his best to not look inconspicuous, now putting on the hood of his jumper to hide more of himself.

Was he about to embarrass himself again? Absolutely.

He removed the hood from his head, straightened himself up and took a deep breath, now approaching towards you slowly like someone trying to not scare off a skittish cat.

“Uh, hey. Excuse me. Sorry,” Matt blurted, standing next to your table, resembling some random who is about to ask for directions.

You dropped your mechanical pencil and looked up, removing your headphones and fixed the loose strand of hair that came covering your eyesight.

“What’s up— Matt?”

You blinked a couple of times before giving him a forced smile to mask your racing heart, baffled that you just cannot seem to escape this man. Matt was on his tippy toes, swaying back and forth with his hands shoved into his hoodie pocket.

“Well, uh, what are you up to?”

“Just working out a few exam questions. You?”

“Same, sort of. Just finished a group study for Comms theory. You know? A lot of metaphors and uh… people talking with each other,” Matt stammered.

You nodded, “So you're a Communications major. Sounds fun,” expression as cool as a cucumber though it was definitely not the case in the inside. You wanted to scream.

Matt did not seem to catch on the tension in the air as he proceeded, baiting again, “What exactly are you working on over there? Math? I see some equations going on.”

“Oh, nope, some Physics stuff.”

Physics. That was the final clue that he needed to confirm your identity. His brow shot up as he registered the information, leading to a long, silent pause in between your conversation.

A small awkward laugh came out of you, lips now quivering as you nearly stood up to meet his eyes, “Matt, I swear if this about the Bernard guy again I will let the management know about him. I promise.”

He shook his hands in panic, hoping that you would not leave the library. His voice cracked just slightly, but it was now or never and he finally pushed himself to blurt out, “I was Bernard, I mean I am Bernard still. It’s just my middle name that I use for work. And I know that you are the Einstein that I talked to.”

The string of words that he just let out were too quick, but you caught on immediately, laptop now lowered as you repositioned yourself back in the plush office chair.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, “I need to not panic right now.”

Matt instantly grabbed out the chair next to you and took a seat, his hand trying to smooth your back but straight away stopped in fear of being invasive and inappropriate, “Calm down. Wait sorry, I shouldn’t say that.”

You exhaled, fixing your hair once more, aimlessly shoving everything into the crummy claw clip, “Alright, alright. I knew I sounded bold through the phone but if anything I am as equally as awkward as you are,” clearing your throat and mumbled under your breath, “Or maybe even worse.”

His posture was a bit relaxed now that you finally surrendered, succumbed to the truth and mystery that had the both of you sleepless and staring at the empty ceiling that somehow replayed the scenes which mocked your every action.

“Einstein, huh?”

Matt groaned into his hands, posture once more curled and unrelaxed, “Hey, I panicked too, okay? I needed a name, you sounded smart and I just had to know if you were the physics valedictorian pug girl. And you’ve got a good phone voice, by the way.”

Your chuckle was now genuine, body language now unwinding as you shifted in your seat to face more of him.

“So it sounds like crap in real life?” you taunted.

“That’s not what I meant,” he denied, the sentence dragging into a halt.

Matt cleared his throat, right hand now toying with the silver pendant he had hung low on his neck, “You really weren’t planning on telling me?”

“Nope,” you huffed, grasping onto the pencil, “I was going to take it to the grave. Like a normal adult.”

He gave you a sincere grin with his head now slightly tilted closer to yours, “To be fair, I tried to get you to slip. It was either you or your coworker that I had suspicions on.”

“Oh, we definitely know. You said ‘Einstein’ and ‘Bernard’ hoping that we were sleeper agents. Like it was a code word for us to confess our sins,” you joked.

The short chat that you both shared was now disrupted when Matt could feel his phone vibrating in his back pocket and without checking it he grumbled, “Shit, it’s probably my brothers. I promised them I’d be back right after our study session. So, uh…”

The switch from the atmosphere livening up now returning back to its awkward and tense air, you now sipping forcibly on your cold chai as he nervously took out a pen from his backpack, but in classic Matt manner, fiddled with it nervously, twirling it, dropping it and picking it up before his brain short-circuits again.

“Look,” he started, clearing his throat once more, “I don’t want to, like, sound weird. But if you, uh, ever want to talk again, outside of router resets and… anonymous voice flirting—”

Your eyebrows were raised in amusement, “Are you sure you’re not breaching HR’s rules, Bernard?”

Matt choked on his own saliva, and pride to be fair.

“No! Well, technically not really. I am outside of work premises. We can just bond over our nostalgic Wi-Fi recovery, you know? Chill vibes. All friendly and, yeah. Chill vibes.”

You stifled back the cackle that was threatening to alarm the librarian and make you leave, “Right. Of course. Because that's what you are. 'Chill.'”

Taking out a piece of receipt for a BLT and a Kinder egg, he scribbled out his username, “Here— my Instagram. That’s probably easier.”

Matt slid the crumpled up piece of paper over to you as if it was a government secret, “I’ll wait for your follow. Bye now. And damn, you need to stop gripping your pencils that way. Your hand is going to strain so easily.”

You rolled your eyes flippantly, "Thanks for the tip, Matt."

On his way out, he almost toppled over the very same fake plant from before and waved at you once more until he was out of your sight, with cheeks warming up crimson.

And for the very first time, the both of you knew that the bedroom ceiling will now be playing a new scenario after a long time. Until you noticed one significant thing.

He did not even ask you for your name.

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bbobpul · 1 year ago

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stranded on the same ground — j. suh

NOTE. hey sorry for ghosting (again...) PAIRING. johnny suh x fem reader GENRE. hurt/comfort, angst SYNOPSIS. the entire process of getting over your ex, johnny suh (and meeting each other again) WARNINGS. profanity, mention of alcohol W/C. 4.8k

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The morning of your breakup with your first-ever boyfriend isn’t as awful as you expected. Life went on like it usually does. Blinded by anger, you wished for your ex to have the most terrible, annoying, and awful day ahead and all the other days that followed. Call it childish, if you may. Call it a little bit immature when I say the two of you didn’t really end on bad terms. Your only worry after you parted ways was, ‘How could he fumble so badly? ’. You didn’t cry the morning after your breakup with Johnny Suh, but you did on a random Tuesday night when you saw the sticker he put on your tumbler. You cried again the following week when you found yourself walking on the same route you would always take with him on the way to the terminal when both of you had enough time before heading to work.

It truly is the little details that bring you to tears. Not the broken promises and the plans you made together that you will never fulfill because you are used to those things, unfortunately, because you weren’t really that loved when you were younger, which is sad, and now that the only person that showed you affection is gone for the sole reason that ‘the two of you need more space to grow and move forward’.

It’s all bullshit. And you hope he thinks the same.

You hope he feels the same. You hope that every day he wakes up, he reaches his arm to the other side of the bed and realizes that you no longer lay beside him. You hope that every time he prepares the table, he gets two spoons and then realizes that he has to eat alone and not have anyone to talk about absurd things during breakfast, lunch, and dinner, which leaves him no choice but to watch stuff on his phone. On top of that, you wish that his WI-FI doesn’t work, so he will be bored to death.

You sat at the lonely six-seater dining table so early in the morning. It’s been three months since you broke up with Johnny, and really, you don’t feel anything right now other than the desire to make this day as productive as possible, and you seem to be on a really great start.

You woke up at 5 a.m. in the morning to go on a morning jog, and when you reached your desired time, you decided to stop by the bakery to grab yourself some pandesal. When you got home, it was almost 7, and you decided to use your espresso machine that has been sitting in your kitchen, praying to be used. The fact that today was your first time using it was very evident because you had to get a chair to get it from the highest counter, and the box that it came in is now covered with dust. And then it hit you.

That coffee maker was a gift from Johnny. No, you’re not going to cry. You wouldn’t let that little piece of equipment ruin your day. Even if it was an anniversary gift. Even if you know damn well, he saved up most of his salary to buy you that. And now you’re on the verge of tears as you remember the fact that you didn’t even get to thank him properly because that was also the day you broke up with him.

And now! Another! Day! Ruined! Thanks, Johnny Suh.

In the end, you decided to drink instant coffee.

You heaved a sigh, trying to contain yourself. No! You wouldn’t let that happen. He should be the one crying over this espresso machine because it’s so expensive. Hell, he knows you don’t even drink coffee. He bought this for himself and gave it to you, and now he can’t even take it back because you are no longer together. Ha! Take that, Johnny Suh.

But then again, Johnny Suh is rich as hell so he won’t be crying over a gift for his ex.

Moving on (something you obviously can’t do), your work as an architectural designer starts at 9 a.m., and for some weird reason, you wanted to look your best when going to work. After all, you are going to meet tons of clients (and you are running for senior architect, so obviously you gotta do a bit of sucking up to your superiors because you! need! the! money!).

So with your desire to get promoted and get more money, you decided to go to work an hour early.

God forbid nothing cliche happens when you are at work, like meeting your ex and having him as your client, because if your memory doesn’t fail you, my goodness, Johnny Suh talked about wanting to have his own house by the end of this year!

“Architect, meet Sir Johnny Suh.” You are fucked. Seeing him again was one of the scenarios you made on your way to work today, and you blame your mind for being imaginative to the point of manifesting him right in front of you.

“I’ll be assigning you this project because this is a great opportunity for you to grow and improve.” Sounds familiar. Maybe because that’s what you told Johnny when you broke up with him. “I believe you are responsible enough to lead your own team, and this is your chance to demonstrate your skills,” your superior told you. It wasn’t very clear on your end because your ex is just a few feet away from you.

“Thank you, ma’am. I will do my best,” was all you could say. Your boss then left you alone with... him.

You stood there in shock, but you tried your best not to express it with your face, mainly because you didn’t want him to think that he still had an effect on you. You didn’t want him to think that his showing up at your workplace so early in the morning three months after your break up still has an effect on you.

You thank the universe that some of your colleagues are late because if they were here, they would make fun of you until the sun sets. After all, they were the ones you drank with until your heartaches ended.

You looked at him and saw him looking at the displays in your work. You realized that this was his first time here. Throughout the course of your 7-year relationship, he never insisted on visiting, or maybe you just didn’t let him.

‘He looks.. well.’ You thought to yourself, and you don’t know why there was a hint of disappointment laced in the crevices of your brain. Could it be because he looks like he is doing a lot better than you or because he looks like he is doing a lot better without you?

There he is, still standing tall, and here you are with all of your fears coming back to your system. The fear that led you to end everything, despite everything being good, If the reason you gave him that night wasn’t really clear on his part, it wasn’t clear to you either. After all, your mind was clouded with your low self-esteem, but it was a lot more than that. It was too much for you to take, and you just didn’t want to burden him anymore. He has a book of plans, and yours was paper thin due to your uncertainties. But is that even important now that everything is done?

You cleared your throat in an attempt to get his attention. “Let’s head to the conference room.” Putting your ex aside, this is a great opportunity for you to get promoted. You haven’t seen the project proposed by your client, but this is your chance to get the salary you deserve and your own office. After countless nights of working overtime and overextending yourself, it will all soon be worth it. You hoped.

Johnny Suh won’t ruin this chance.

You didn’t let the awkward walk to the conference destroy the harmony and creativity you could offer for this project, and the moment you sat on one of the chairs in the conference room, you didn’t waste any second asking, “What are your goals and objectives for this project? ”

Your immediate question didn’t surprise Johnny. You are the type of person who is very driven. And he knows that. Very well.

“I would want a space that is aesthetically pleasing and functional.” His answer exuded a lot of professionalism. Something you hope he maintains until the end of this project.”

“And what is the budget for this project?”

“As long as we don’t exceed tens of millions, though I don’t mind not staying within the budget only if it is very essential for the house.”

‘Tens of millions. He really has a lot of money, huh? ’ You thought. You look at the mood board on the folder handed to you by your boss, and right there you understand why he needed that much money. It’s almost a mansion!

‘Why does he need a house this big? ’ You asked yourself. Maybe it’s for his family. He always mentioned wanting to build a house for his mom and dad so they would live closer to them and not experience the hassle of buying expensive tickets and tiring flights.

After more questions, you almost forgot that you were working with your ex. Maybe you don’t really care anymore. Maybe you didn’t care that he was starting to turn one of his plans into reality. A house? Such a big step into your 30s. While you go home every day to a small apartment that has been opening its doors for your big problems, Maybe in those three months, he already found the path while you were still navigating the route towards it.

You looked at his back as he stepped out of the room. A view you are strangely familiar with. Even if the results of your decision still haven't caught up to your life, change is very different in Johnny Suh. Change looks good on him.

You let out a small laugh when you remember the number of times you wished the worst for him. Turns out he is doing a lot better now that you are gone from his life. Aside from that, he didn’t sound affected at all. It’s just you who is still stranded on the same ground.

But there is something you can’t deny. Not blinded by anger anymore. You are really proud of him.

After the meeting, you gathered your team. You hired an engineer and an assistant. You also consulted a group of construction workers willing to work on the project. It's the productive day you wished for.

As the day came to an end, you received a text message from him.

Please be at the groundbreaking ceremony. It’s nothing big but it would be nice to have you there.

The message read. As much as you didn’t want to go, he is still your client and you need to, for the harmony of the team.

I will be there. You typed on your phone as you waited for a cab to stop in front of you. This is the closure you needed. This is the closure you need to move on from your paper-thin plans and actually move forward with real, concrete plans. It doesn’t matter if you are navigating the route alone; as long as you know, when you walk towards the path you promised him, you will carry no regrets. You will know that it was for the better.

The 20 minutes you spent inside the taxi were more excruciating than that random Tuesday night when you first cried over the two of you. It’s bittersweet in the sense that you no longer feel angry about your own choices and feel sad because you have come to the realization that you no longer have the right to pry into his choices. He wants to build a house. Good for him. He specifically asked for you to design his house. Fucking great. It totally doesn’t feel like he is doing this to make you feel bad. But knowing Johnny, he is not the type of person to hold a grudge. If he loved you in the past, then he has no reason to hate you in the future, despite not being a part of it anymore.

And the day of the groundbreaking ceremony came quickly. You wore your best clothes to look as presentable as possible, and as expected, the moment you stepped foot onto the site, the cool breeze was the first one to welcome you. The 500-square-meter lot was surrounded by trees inside a gated community. It's a very secluded area. You wouldn't expect this to be in the middle of the city. The walls and trees hovering over the houses are enough to muffle the noises from the highway.

"Hey there, it's good to see you," Johnny greeted you warmly, his smile stretching wide across his face. You reciprocated with an equally warm smile. Despite only seven simple words passing between you, the air seemed to thicken with emotions, leaving you momentarily breathless. Johnny's presence was striking, a stark contrast to the person you had parted ways with three months prior.

"Ah, well, I couldn't possibly leave a client hanging," you replied with a light chuckle, trying to shake off the sudden intensity of the moment. You blamed your tardiness on traffic, a common excuse but one that felt feeble in this instance.

Johnny's laugh was soft and understanding. "No worries, I completely understand," he reassured you.

The exchange hung in the air, followed by a brief but poignant silence. It was as though the unspoken weight of the time apart and the changes that had occurred in both of your lives weighed heavily in the space between you, mingling with the anticipation of what was to come.

"Hey, are you feeling hungry at all? There's a sandwich over there if you're in the mood. Oh, and by the way, Engineer Lee is currently in the tent."

“Not really, I will just take a look around the lot. Thanks”

The ceremony started earlier than originally planned. You stood at the back with your friend Ten, who is also the engineer you hired for this project. You watched Johnny with his parents, holding a golden shovel, marking the ground as the start of the construction process. Materials are all set, and the design is already settled. The workers will be present on the site tomorrow, and they will start working on the foundation of the house.

You let out a sigh of relief when Johnny’s parents didn’t notice you at the ceremony. Maybe it’s because of the new haircut, or you really just didn’t want to be seen. But that really is inevitable when Johnny and his family are inviting the entire team for dinner at their house. And Ten has been pushing you to at least say hi to them. After all, the family didn’t do anything wrong to you.

“Just go to them and say hi!” He said as he slightly pushed you towards them. Your eyes were glued to the family. They were laughing, and his mother looked very happy as she fixed her son’s hair. You are used to seeing them like this. They were like your second parents at the end of the day.

You mustered your courage and walked towards them. You don’t know why you are so nervous about greeting them when they’ve only given you nothing but love.

“Hi, auntie, uncle.” You greeted them with a genuine smile plastered on your face. They turned to look at you in surprise.

“Oh my goodness, honey. You didn’t tell me that the best architect in town will be in charge of the house,” his mother said before engulfing you in a hug. You wrapped your arms around the older lady and laughed in response. You exchanged eye contact with his father before smiling and nodding at him, and after that, your gaze fell on Johnny, who was looking at the both of you with emotions whirling around his face—something you cannot quite paint. He was smiling, but his eyes looked very different. You brushed it off with the reason that you guys haven’t seen each other for months. What rights do you have to dictate the emotions in his eyes?

“How have you been, darling?” His mother asked you with so much gentleness laced in her voice. Her eyes scanned every part of your face.

“I am doing great, auntie. How are you?”

“Well, I am really thrilled for our new house! And to have you design our home, ugh, it’s like a dream come true.” She said, and you gave her a small smile. “I saw how much you worked hard to get where you are right now, and I am so proud to see how far you’ve come.” She continued as you both slowly walked away from Johnny and her husband.

You could only hum in response. Overwhelmed by the love and appreciation she is showering you with. You looked at your hand; she was squeezing so tightly, and you realized that the moment you lost Johnny, you also lost the mother who has showered you with love ever since.

"Listen, I know whatever happened between you and my son is no longer my place to pry into, but I just want to ask you to try and settle things. I understand he can be a bit stubborn, but if you two can't reconcile romantically, at least try to maintain a friendship," she said unexpectedly, catching you off guard with the sudden turn in conversation. You gazed at her, unsure of where she was leading with this.

"You're the one who understands him better than anyone else, who knows the deepest corners of his heart. It'll be difficult for him to find someone else like you," she continued, her words carrying a weight of sincerity as she held your gaze. "He loves you dearly, my dear."

"I loved him too, auntie. But sometimes parting ways is for the best. I hope you can understand that," you replied softly, feeling a mix of gratitude and sadness.

"You know I'll always understand," she reassured you, her tone gentle and understanding.

"Thank you for everything, and for trusting me with this house," you expressed your gratitude sincerely.

"Honey, trust me when I say it was all him. He trusted you with this house," she replied warmly.

Dinner with the future house owners came and went and now it was time for goodbyes. There wasn’t much talk while you were eating. You were just enjoying the switching conversations in your surroundings. You would answer when they asked you questions but you don’t actively participate in the discussion.

"Thank you for dining with us, Engineer Lee, and honey," Mrs. Suh addressed both of you with a warm smile. "Thank you so much for coming."

"It's my absolute pleasure, auntie. Thank you so much for having me," you responded with genuine gratitude, your smile reflecting the warmth of the evening.

"I'll get going, ma'am, sir," Ten interjected, offering to drive you home. You glanced at him, mustering a condescending smile, and mouthed, 'I can handle myself.'

"You sure?" he persisted, concern evident in his voice.

"Yep, don't worry," you reassured him.

"Okay. Bye, everyone. Thank you so much for this amazing night," Ten bid farewell, expressing his gratitude to the gathered company before making his exit.

"Uh, I can drive you home," Johnny offered as Ten's car exited the gate.

"Oh, no, no nee—" you began to decline, but Mrs. Suh intervened.

"Yes! Yes, drive her home. You commute, right? You know it's dangerous for you to commute, especially late at night. So yeah, take her home, Johnny," she insisted, her concern for your safety overriding any objections you might have had.

You can never, and I mean never, decline any offer from Mrs. Suh. She has always been persistent, and that is one of her charms. Something Johnny didn’t get from his mom. You can never say no to her, not in the way that she will get mad or upset if you decline; she is just so good at it.

You took a deep breath and let out a smile, “Okay.”

And there you were, in your ex’s car, three months after your breakup.

It was like your throat was dry because of the coldness inside the car. You couldn’t bring yourself to utter a word, and the same thing goes for the man driving. The route to your apartment is something you have memorized so well, and now it is mixed with the familiar, clean scent of his car and the feeling of relief that you are going home with the person who was once the love of your life. It’s very familiar.

Because it was all you lived for in those seven years.

You worked your best because the thought of going home with him and telling him about your day is what you lived for all those years. You worked your best because you wanted the best for the both of you without knowing it’s what would break the two of you. Maybe it was the overwhelming amount of socialization you did earlier, but now you could admit that you were insecure. You were insecure about him having so many plans and being so sure of his future with you while you worked tirelessly at a job you were not sure deserved you. You wanted the best for him, and you just didn’t have the capability to be the best for him. You wanted more for yourself because he made you feel small. Not intentionally on his side. You can now admit that it’s totally your problem. He never did anything wrong. You just think he is too good for you. And you wouldn’t let him have a future with someone like you.

You wouldn’t want him to live in a future that is uncertain.

“Engineer Lee mentioned something about paint and tile picking tomorrow for the interior.” He took the upper hand and broke the silence. You looked at him and nodded your head.

“Yeah, uhm, you can tag along if you want.” You regret saying that. Why did you immediately assume he wanted to come with you?

“I was going to ask about that. Okay, I will go tomorrow.” He responded, and then silence hit the both of you for the nth time.

Friday, rush hour, everyone desperate to go home, and you were one of them.

You wish Johnny would just drive faster so he wouldn’t have to sit in the painful silence, but the traffic wouldn’t let him.

You made a concerted effort to keep your gaze away from him, determined not to let your neck betray your curiosity. Despite your best efforts, fate seemed to have other plans, and against your will, your muscles betrayed you, turning your head to face him. To your surprise, you found him already looking at you, his gaze meeting yours in a brief moment before both of you looked away at the same time.

You want him to ask if you are doing well. You want him to ask how you’ve been in those times you weren’t together. You want to see him desperately get to know you again in those times he missed your presence. You want him to ask, or at least say something. You want him to initiate a conversation. You want to know if he still cares about the choices you’ve been making. You want him to ask about the little things happening in your life, just like before.

But he didn’t.

Until you reached your building, he didn’t ask anything.

From days to weeks, until it became months of working together, nothing much happened. Totally not that closure your foolish ass expected. Honestly, why were you even expecting anything? Now that months have passed and it’s been a year since you ended everything, I don’t know why you are still expecting anything when you don’t even know what you want to happen.

Sure, he would casually talk to you when he’d drive to the site to visit. Sure, he would buy you breakfast or lunch, but you are not the only one. You are working for him, and he is paying you. He wants you to do a great job, and of course he would treat you well. Sure, he would still invite you to dinner with his family, but he would also invite Engineer Lee.

On the other hand, Johnny has been making extra efforts to make you comfortable after that night. Not expecting anything in return, maybe his mother was right. A little effort will make a friendship between the two of you blossom. After all, it’s a very essential thing when you are working together. But he can’t help but notice that after that night on the road with you, you were being a little more cautious than usual. As if you were walking on eggshells around him. He understands that you feel sorry for what happened, but he isn’t the type of person to dwell in the past now that you are still here in the present.

You have been very ignorant of the fact that he is trying to mend things between the two of you, and now that the project has almost come to an end, with Johnny seeing you as oblivious to his efforts, maybe he should try a bit harder.

If only you knew. If only the both of you knew how much you hoped something would happen that night when he drove you home. If only one of you asked something. But let us not dwell on what could have been; you are here, and this is the last day of construction. They are only installing the lights outside and painting the exterior walls.

Like many other nights before, no one took the initiative. As always. The two of you might be so used to it by now.

The housewarming event came up next, and both of you knew this was your last chance. This marks the end of the project and the opportunity to mend the broken hearts you left each other with.

After working hard for years, you finally got the promotion you wanted. You proved yourself with a project they assigned you, and he was somehow involved too. But all the credit goes to you. You worked really hard to find the best supplier and design the house they wanted.

You've accomplished the first and final wish you made for him. Now, you don't owe him anything anymore. You designed his first house and have become a better version of yourself in the process. Perhaps that was the closure you needed—not just with him, but with yourself too.

And you were fine with just that. You didn’t want to expect anything anymore.

You made sure to greet all the people you worked with throughout this project, and you didn’t forget to express your gratitude to the team that supported you and showed patience every step of the way.

As you socialize with more people, Johnny, who has been observing you the entire time, has a genuine smile on his face. ‘Change looks good on you,’ he said to himself. He can’t help but be proud. He doesn't have any reason not to. You look the happiest right now, and as someone who knows all your dreams, this is a check in the box among many others.

He made the right decision by picking you as his architect. Other than being good at what you do, he saw this project as an opportunity for you to really get what you want, and the reason why you ended things with him was growth. He knows how much you need that push in your life. He knows how much you need something to happen in your life. Even if it means losing you. Even if it means not being with you every step of the way, He is happy for you and the change you made in that one year.

Amidst the bustling crowd, you locked eyes with him and offered a smile, prompting him to raise his champagne glass in acknowledgment. With purpose, you made your way through the gathering until you stood beside him on the balcony of the freshly constructed house, both admiring the view of the garden below.

For several moments, silence enveloped you both, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air.

"Thank you for your brilliance, architect," he finally said, breaking the silence.

"It's my pleasure," you responded, the words carrying a sense of fulfillment.

"As an extra payment, can I take you out to lunch tomorrow?" His offer brimmed with confidence, breaking the quietude with a hint of anticipation.

“How could I ever say no to that, Mr. Suh? ”

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chaoticgalaxycats · 7 months ago

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Okay so like I have THOUGHTS on Jay Merrick as a character. Like none of them are bad (completely) but I just need to emphasize that these feelings I have about him are very strongly held opinion and have been formed over the last about 3 years. To be honest when I see something I disagree with I just calmly move on and don't engage.

Okay so there are 4 posts that summarize my entire opinion on this man and I am going to link them and After I add the links I'm going to do what I do best and ramble.

Now for the ramble:

Start off with the important one Jay is not this innocent cinnamon roll who has done nothing wrong ever in his life. He is not pure and passive guy that everyone tends to portray him as.

Jay has done many questionable things throughout the entire series. He has broken into Alex's apartment, he lied to several people on several occasions, he stalked several people, he posted Tim's medical records online, he has trespassed on several properties, ect. He has committed crimes and done questionable things.

Despite the questionable things he's done, I still think Jay is overall a decent person. A great person? No, not really. He's morally gray. Like some positive aspects about Jay he is a sympathetic person and avoidant of violence. Like dude literally tried talking down a guy who was holding him at gun point. When Tim punched him in the parking lot he just took it didn't fight back. When Tim opens up to him about his past he comforts him.

He's not conflict avoidant by any means but he's not violent either. He is not at all innocent but he is also not a terrible person is my point I guess because like everyone in this series has at least done something questionable I feel.

Jay has sass and I love that he bites back. I also feel portraying him as awkward is accurate though cuz he is I mean look at his conversations and interviews with Tim and Jessica. He is awkward and a terrible liar. Like the sass and the awkwardness don't really contradict. I would love to see a portrayal that strikes this balance because I know so many people who are extremely sassy but also can't hold a social interaction for the life of them.

Jay is also a dumbass but I don't think anyone is arguing for his smarts I just can't make a post about Jay withour bullying him because it's funny.

Honestly people can portray a character however the fuck they want tbh I just wanted to rant about my views on the characters because character analysis is my bread and butter.

#marble hornets #jay mh #jay merrick #slenderverse

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lieslab · 1 month ago

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Have you seen the Chan thing? 👀

Are we talking about the Bubble thing where he basically told the fans to behave themselves and respect his choices? I'm pretty sure I've seen it. I was briefed on the situation by my best friend because it occurred when I was without Wi-Fi.

Does this mean you want my opinion on it? I hope so because I'm going to give it to you regardless 😀👍 In my humble opinion, he needed to do that. I don't know how deep you guys are in the fandom, but this fandom is a shit-show lately. I don't see it so much on Tumblr, but sometimes I come across things on TikTok that make me want to chuck my phone across the room and never be involved in this fandom ever again.

With all the entitlement and the bickering and the fighting, we're supposed to be supporting our favorite idols and instead, people are arguing over stupid stuff. Some people in this fandom are so delusional and entitled, it's ruining the fun a fandom is supposed to have. I'm actually so glad he opened up and said 'hey I'm not in a ton of content anymore because it's TRAUMATIZING for me. I get backlash for everything.'

Maybe some people will realize their actions have consequences. "But I wanna see him." Yeah most of us do, but he shouldn't have to suffer backlash over minor things from SO many people that it makes him feel miserable. If he's saying that out loud, do you know how many people must feel entitled to pick apart everything he does? That's fucking insane.

At the end of the day, those are eight dudes trying to live their dreams. They're not ours to morph and shape. They have their own bodily autonomy and I hope since they've been with the company for so long, they have a say in a lot of things.

Being an idol must be difficult. You have fans from multiple countries and each country is different. There are different takes, different opinions, different cultures, etc. There is absolutely NO way they can please every single person from every single place. I wish people could stop pretending they can. They are not barbie dolls, they are actual people.

Do you know how crazy it is? They gave up everything. They don't have normal lives. They're traveling all the time. When they're not traveling, they're dancing, they're planning, they're interviewing, they're singing, they're filming for other projects, they're writing different songs. All while trying to stay in contact with their family and friends. Plus, they're trying to avoid scandals. I can't imagine the creative burnout and the stress that must appear at times.

"But they chose that life."

They wanted to accomplish their dreams, not have strangers suck the fun and joy out of it. Let them have their fun. Let Hyunjin shave his head without needing to give your negative opinion in their comment sections. Let Jeongin wear his silly shoes without telling him he needs to get a better style. Let them wear whatever they want. Let them be silly and free.

I believe Hyunjin said it a few days ago on fans, he doesn't have time to paint. That man loves to paint and make art. That's devastating. When I don't have time to sit down and write, I'm miserable.

Honestly? I know they probably won't, but I wish they lectured the fandom more. Sometimes narratives spiral and they're out of control and when nobody says anything about it, the flames fan more. They shouldn't have to lecture us, but some of you need to be muzzled because you think you can say whatever, whenever, and you think you're entitled.

I think we can all agree that the idol world is insane. The lengths people go to accomplish their dreams in that industry, I don't know if it's foolish or incredibly smart. It's probably both. I don't know. As an American, I know some of us tend to be so opinionated. I love yapping and being me, so I cannot imagine giving up control and letting some random company full of strangers telling me what to do and how to please hundreds of people. I'd rather take a loaded shotgun and point it at my- I'm not going to finish that sentence, but I think you understand my point 😀

Maybe it's because I only have the viewpoint of an American and "you just don't get it because things are different in South Korea." Sure, maybe that's true, but I have my favorite idols. I'm not in their parasocial apps lecturing them over stupid shit. I'm not commenting on their posts that they should do one thing or another. I'm here to have a good time.

If the group feels miserable, they're not going to want to continue this. They're going to go away. They'll stop interacting with us. You're not special because you have a crush on your bias. Thousands of other people do, too. Just because you live in a delusion, it doesn't mean real people should have to fall victim to it.

I wish Stray Kids would tell some of you to leave them alone. If you have a fandom and you're not setting boundaries, people are going to do whatever the hell they feel like because you're not telling them otherwise. They shouldn't have to tell people how to act, but it's clear it's needed because some of you think you have some parasocial claim on them.

You have to be the change you want to see in the world. The world will chew you up and spit you out. You have to make boundaries for yourself. If Chan steps back from content and that makes him happier, good. Sure, it'll suck not being able to see him, but his happiness is SO important.

We're strangers to him. He already said he's going to attempt to be seen more in content, but in all seriousness, he shouldn't have to put himself in uncomfortable situations. I hope he continues to put himself first. I hope they all do.

At the end of the day, they only get one life. I hope they spend it doing the things that make them happy. That is the most important part of life. Pick happiness, pick yourself, and if that makes you selfish to some people, screw them.

This life is not about strangers, it's about you, so live it to the fullest before it's gone <3

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actualfkingvoid · 6 months ago

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What if suo's backstory has something with nirei? His attachment to nirei isn't accident !

that would be fun but i don’t think so 😭

i think it’s interesting how kindly suo treats nirei but i don’t think that’s an indicator that their pasts are related. nirei might resemble someone that suo knows/knew, but imo suo treats nirei too casually, assuming they really do remember each other way back

#wis talks random stuff

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anonymousbardd · 1 year ago

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꒰ ☕ ꒱ ┊: Bro's The

Type To...

↳ various x reader

- Just a cute lil sumthin sumthin because I'm bored :3

♯01 ┊: Daniel Park

⿻ "Bro's the type to..."

To Have quality time as a love language.

To Help out with work/homework.

To Help out in the kitchen.

To Surprise you w/ homemade gifts.

To Try and write a poem about you.

To Give you snacks when waiting for something.

To Love you unconditionally 'till the end of time.

To Beat up anyone who harasses you.

⿻┊: Daniel would definitely be the definition of a "perfect boyfriend", although he's human of course, he still keeps secret and doesn't open up too much.

But once he feels really comfortable, he wouldn't have much a problem of telling you how he truly feels, he also has a bit of a habit to run away or hide somewhere when something goes wrong.

He's still gonna come back though, after he stops blaming himself.

♯02┊: Jay Hong

⿻ "Bro's the type to..."

To Spoil you rotten with gifts and surprises.

To Get you flowers on special and non-special occasions.

To Do something for you with no hesitation.

To Go on a hunted house with you even though he's scared.

To Protect you on a rollercoaster, but ends up vomitting after.

To Loose his phone somewhere and ends up finding it in your hands.

To Get lose and ends up being found at a lost and found.

To Dress up his puppies and take them on a little fashion show.

To take you on a date at the dog park.

To Fall asleep in your arms while cuddling little puppies.

⿻┊: Without a doubt Jay tries his best to be the perfect boyfriend, he loves you unconditionally and does everything you ask for, only problem is that he spoils you way too much.

He's got a lot of money, yeah, but your home doesn't have much space, Jat tries to get you a warehouse because of it.

Your parents love him though, he's successful, academically smart, well mannered, according to your parents, he's a "husband material".

♯03┊: Jace Park

⿻ "Bro's the type to..."

To Still crush on you even when married.

To Have matching piercings with you.

To Let you braid his hair.

To Let you put makeup on him.

To hold your bag while shopping, even while complaining about holding your bags, (complains more when you hold them yourself).

To Treat you to dinner even when he's broke.

To Take you on bicycle rides.

To Let you touch his ears while cuddling.

To Tutor you on a subject you find difficult.

To Go on gym dates with you.

To do a detective mini game as a date.

⿻┊: Jace is a simp, it's not really a secret, when he fell, he fell hard, he really likes to be around you and is very talkative.

Would share his interest with detective stuff with you, he definitely watched detective Conan as a child.

Jace loves ya, a lot, he'd be willing to accept no matter what your gender is, he'll be a bit confused at first, but he'll eventually get used to it.

♯04┊: Vin Jin

⿻ "Bro's the type to..."

To Confess to you by rapping.

To Write you a song.

To Act all tough with you but starts to mentally panic when you pretend to cry.

To Say stuff like, "Shut up I hate you," then proceed to do nice things.

To be a tsundere.

To have pillow fights with ya.

To constantly argue with you and won't apologise even if you cry, because he sucks at that.

He'll eventually try to apologise, but it isn't too good of an apology.

⿻┊: Others think that he's a shitty lover, and they're kinda right, but the only thing is, he actually tries.

He doesn't remember anniversaries or any cutesy holidays, but once he realises the occasion he'll try to make a nice present...

He'll rap to you.

But it's the thought that counts, he'll try to make up for it though.

♯005┊: Euntae Lee

⿻ "Bro's the type to..."

To Get lost at the toy section at Walmart.

To play dress up with you.

To take you on a date on build-a-bear.

To pick you flowers from random bushes.

To go on fun carnival dates with you.

To go on the gym with you.

To have fun at the play area at the park.

To bake with you on birthdays.

⿻┊: Vasco is a cutie, he'll definitely do cute couple stuff with you, all wholesome.

He'll also protect you whenever you come across trouble, and if anyone does something bad to you he'll scare them.

#looksim x reader #lookism #lookismoneshot #x reader #lookisim fanfic #fanfic #lookism headcanons #character headcanons

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shounengirlart · 9 months ago

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Random bits and pieces of info about Wi and Task Force 141 popped up in my head ~

Headcanon Task Force 141 - Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost, Konig, Witch (and Kate, Nik, Farah etc.)

Their ages - Price - 42, Gaz - 29, Soap - 27, Ghost - 36, Konig - 34, Witch - 30

Her call sign 'Witch' came from Ghost's phrase when she was first introduced to the team. Kate was introducing her to the Task Force and Ghost said, "Well, now we've got a little tech witch..." 'Witch' cheekily slapped(!) Ghost on the arse (they've known each other for literally minutes, this woman doesn't know what fear is). Seeing that reaction, it was picked up by Soap and Konig, and from that moment on, everyone just calls her that.

Price and Witch - tired dad and noisy kid. Price often refers to Wi as 'kid', which initially freaks her out because she's not the youngest, but then she just starts calling Price an old man.

Watching dumb memes with Soap and Gaz.

With Soap singing pop songs to the whole base.

Gaz is interested in her work and they talk about it a lot.

When she has nothing to do, she hangs out with Nik in the helicopter hangar, they are besties.

Old friends with Kate. Worked together long before Task Force.

Adores Farah, she's like a sister to her.

Konig says that Witch and Ghost are very similar when it comes to missions and other work. They literally act the same and look at everyone with that fuck-off look.

Witch hates paperwork, like reports for Kate and stuff like that. But she loves getting, cracking and tweaking all the electronics the team has. Ghost and Konig wouldn't let her touch their equipment for a long time.

Witch has her own workshop on the base where she hides like a little gremlin. Yeah, she and Ghost and Konig fucked there. Yeah, more than they should have.

Witch is secretly trying to learn German so she can understand Konig better.

When she speaks emotionally, she often swears in Russian. Konig and Ghost laugh at her because she looks like a cute little mouse and sounds like Nik when he is angry.

Konig reads a lot of history books and often retells them to Wi and Ghost. They love listening to his stories, Konig is a good storyteller, but they both fall asleep quickly.

The three of them have a big house on the outskirts of London. They had to order the biggest bed they could find. They only want to sleep together, no other way.

Witch and Konig are very tactile (Konig is a bit shy about touching people because of his rough hands). They constantly exchange small touches, hugs and kisses between themselves and Ghost.

Even when they weren't in a relationship, both men were constantly touching the Witch. They both say it's because she looks like a marshmallow.

Konig likes to touch Wi's cheeks. He constantly touches, kisses and pinches them.

Ghost likes to ruffle her hair and kiss the top of her head.

They both LOVES when the Wi hugs them.

aaand smol silly one

Ghost, Witch and Konig don't dress up for Halloween, well, because…. they're already ghost, witch and konig(king). (sorry, I'm laughing more than I should)

#oc #call of duty #cod #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #könig #konig #cod oc #task force 141

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lost-gladiator · 2 years ago

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Doric X Fem!Reader- Random Assorted Fluffy HCs™️

she’s too cute istg

okay, so she’s not the biggest fan of PDA (public displays of affection), but she’ll like hold hands wi if you’re in a crowded environment you or wrap her tail around your waist- she just doesn’t wanna lose u amongst the crowd.. 💘💕

HER KISSES omg she’ll give you the sweetest quick flirty kisses that leave you all flustered and blushy- or soft and slow intimate kisses with her hands resting leisurely around your neck or waist.. 😫💞

i hc doric as the type of person that wakes up at the crack of dawn to be productive and will just drag her s/o out of bed with her since she doesn’t wanna be alone.. 🤝💤

ok hear me out- y’all will just like.. chill in the forest. like, lay down in a sunny grassy spot surrounded by trees, scratching each others names into the bark or just putting flowers in each others’ hair and talking for hours.. 💗💐

also the two of you sitting in trees while she practices her slingshot aim and you just read or sing and watch her??? omg

she’s a little reluctant to the whole physical touch thing, (like cuddling and stuff), just bc bby kinda has trust issues ngl but when she opens up to you she’s the best cuddle buddy- she would probably prefer to be little spoon? but she’d be ok with anything 🫂💚

she would protect the hell outta you- always standing up for you in arguments n all that or giving ppl death stares/intimidating them as an owlbear!! bbg can hold a grudge too.. 🦉✨

you love everything about her, her cute button nose, her confidence, her smile; and you make a point to tell her so, every day. you love watching her blush and look away.. 💌🫶

bro she’s such a flirt omg I can’t and she acts all tough too but she’s the sweetest thing ever it’s adorable 💝❣️

the squad will tease you two to no end- istg they’re all immature middle schoolers and I am all for it🤞🤞

okay that’s all for now, I’ll think of more later ‼️ PLEASE SOMEONE WRITE MORE DORIC CONTENT AHH

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sunkissedliterarylightofchrist · 5 months ago

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how can I limit my screen time? I turned off all my notifications, so every time I turn on the wifi I don't get bombarded by notifications and removed my social media apps from my home screen but still find myself on YouTube watching random videos for hours or scrolling on pinterest for hours.

Hello lovely person I hope you are having a wonderful day! I often don't think to talk about these kinds of things normally, but I am super into them so thanks for giving me an opportunity to do so!

Looks like you've got a great start with turning off notifications, so good job! But ah yes, Youtube and Pinterest (and Tumblr too), the very hard-to-resist calls to waste your time when you should be doing something else. Very tricksy, out to get you. Here's what I have done and continue to do to limit screen time!

First, I've set screen time limits for every single thing that is an extra and not a required on my phone. You'll find this in Settings. For every app or place that I could open to procrastinate stuff I actually need to do and generally waste my time, they've got limits on them. And then when I've had my thirty minutes or whatever of Pinterest for the day, I listen to the time limit, and Pinterest is blocked for the rest of the day, and I don't open it.

That's the physical practical big one.

But the thing about turning to distractions like this is there always is a way around. Because people aren't really phone addicted, they're computer addicted- a phone is just a mini computer that you can also call people from and carry around for convenience. And a lot of the ways you can waste time on your phone, you can just do on your computer instead. Just like your phone, you could install website blockers, but just like your phone, you can get around those easily if you really want to be distracted and not do the things that you set out to do.

So... what do you do?

You've gotta dish yourself out some Cold Hard Needed Truths. I've basically scared myself in a sense in wanting to maximize my time and get as much done in a day as I physically can. I've reminded myself of what the cost of procrasination is (and that is a whole post in and of itself) and how that influences what I do online and for how long specifically.

Let me lay them out for you.

The minutes of your life are a concrete and valuable substance. You need to really think about how many of those minutes are going towards the things that you do not care about. Do you really care about the meaningless stuff you're watching just to ignore your work? No! So just do the work and make it count.

Your life should be spent in a way that makes you love it, not that distracts you from living it. Random internet content isn't what you want to be doing. You do want to do your work to get the things that you want! So- do the work.

Convenience is a sugar high that will crash you. Having to hunker down to the work is annoying and doesn't feel good and you want to avoid it, because humans are naturally inclined towards laziness. But its rewarding long term. Delayed gratification. Ignore the convenience and chose the harder but better thing for you.

Choosing what makes up your time and attention is who you are as a person. Are you going to chose to waste your time on social media for hours, and how that defines you, or chose to work hard and well and let that define you?

If you ever don't do something that you said that you would do, its not because you didn't have the time, its because you wasted the time on things that didn't matter. Humans are naturally inclined towards laziness. Turn off the apps and close the websites and do the work you have to do. Don't allow serationin boosting notifications to replace real life interactions and real life hard work that has a tangible impact.

Compound build-up of consistently making easy choices is what comes back to haunt you. Wasting the day doing nothing once won't lead to anything terrible. But choosing laziness over work over and over again are will what get to you long-term.

Social media DOES have a time and a place. It can be a healthy and wonderful thing to enjoy! But only in limited amounts. Figure out what is useful, and how much, and ruthlessly cut out the rest. Socials should be a snack in your life, not the constant fast-food diet. (I know that this is now more going towards a lifestyle change of having less social media than just being able to put it away to do your work, but I am a huge advocate for this and I think this advice could help you)

Prioritize demanding activity over active consumption. If you have free time, your first instinct should not be to consume something you wont get anything out of. When you have free time to spend, first you should look to actively create something or do a proactive activity. If you're so tired that you cant create and just do want to look at something, then read or watch something in a long format that you are still getting something out of and learning and growing from.

You will never achieve great things if all you're ever doing is dreaming about them and consuming stuff about great things. Actually do the work to accomplish that great thing yourself.

Block out the distractions that don't let you do the thing that you want to do. Stick to your intentions, everything else can wait until later.

A deep, meaningful enjoyable life cannot be attainied with a screen on every free minute and many you don't even have to waste. So put it away

Over time, you will come to appreciate your high-quality alternatives so much more. Your work might not get more enjoyable or easy, but it will be easier to sit down and do it and work through the struggle.

Now, am I perfect about this? By no means! I still screw up sometimes. But more often than not, I don't. I've trained and disciplined myself to do the hard work when it needs to be done and save the fun leisure activities that I want to do until my work is complete. It's a hard and long proccess, but as soon as you let these realizations sink in and then do the work to maintain them, it'll stick.

#not totally sure if this is what you were looking for but I hope it helps!#this could be several posts actually. I have a lot more thoughts when it comes to this.#ALSO- note that this most of this I think most of this applies to neurotypicals.#if you're neurodivergent and struggle with exectutive dysfunction and try to yell at yourself to do something but still cant do it #DONT FEEL BAD #I'm not a neurodivergent and I cannot help you much #you need to find other learning methods probably #this is just for the general population here #for me; knowing that if I don't close Pinterest to go study right now I wont succeed is enough to get me to work #but for someone else that could paralyze them into giving up #it does depend #sunkissedliterarylightofchrist #asks #anon #studying #discipline #social media #procrastination #advice

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