i-jyeon

[i-jyeon]

ok we just laughed until our ribs got tired. Now what

[i-jyeon]

huge shoutout to trees and also rain

[i-jyeon]

“Not all men” yeah special grade sorcerer yuuta okkotsu would never

[i-jyeon]

[i-jyeon]

college aus are kinda crazy. they would not be doing all that. There's midterms

[i-jyeon]

if you are mean to bachira u will die and go to hell

[i-jyeon]

I don't want to fix him I just want to acknowledge his pain and grief in a way that makes him feel like a human being again

[i-jyeon]

according to the official egoist bible, sae’s favorite season is the end of summer because everything feels lonely.

rin’s birthday is september 9th, which is the end of summer.

sae probably wanted to celebrate rin’s birthday with him, but because he was in spain and rin didn’t have a phone, he couldn’t. that’s why the end of summer is so lonely for sae, because when he wanted to celebrate his brother’s birthday at the end of summer, he couldn’t.

rin’s favorite season is autumn because it’s chilly.

sae’s birthday is october 10th, which is during autumn.

rin and sae had their fight on a snowy and chilly day.

not only that, but sae’s birthday is 10/10 and rin’s is 9/9, meaning that sae will always be one step ahead of rin and rin will never be able to catch up.

have a good night, everyone!!!🤭😊😆

[i-jyeon]

drive it real far.

michael kaiser finds it hard to focus on the race when he's got you beside him, and a burning jealousy after seeing you talk to another racer. street racer!michael kaiser x reader 𝜗𝜚 suggestive 𝜗𝜚 w.c. 600+ 𝜗𝜚 content: extremely unsafe driving, not a manual car or else this would not be possible, kaiser is toxic but are we even surprised

note. puri and i spend 90% of our time talking abt kaiser and coming up with potential drabbles, and this is the fruit of one of those conversations (inspired by sports car by tate mcrae 🤭)

with another sharp turn of the car, kaiser’s grip on your thighs tighten.

the way he drives is reckless, like he’s always been— but something is different tonight. he’s tearing down the street with more speed than usual, drifting wide through corners, with the tires of the car screeching loudly in your ears. there’s zero hesitation behind his movements, zero regard for the way he wears his tires thin, zero regard for the way he’s putting unnecessary strain on his transmission. his face remains unchanging, eyes on the road ahead, gleaming with that dangerous focus you’re all-too-familiar with. 

dangerous, from the fact that he’s got half of his focus on winning, half on something else. 

you can tell he’s ticked off— infuriated, even. as much as he tries to keep his face neutral, his anger always slips through the cracks. you can see it in the way his lips press into a tight line, not a single sound slipping past. the flirty, fun, quick-witted banter is, instead, replaced with an unfamiliar silence. and the way his jaw clenches, hard, emphasizing the shadows on the side of his face. 

but you can also feel it in the way his hand lingers on you.

while kaiser’s got a hand on the wheel, the other remains on you. unmoving, unyielding, no matter how many times you remind him to drive with two hands. his fingers are digging into the plush of your thigh, pressing so hard that you can almost feel the heat seeping through the fabric of his gloves, that you can almost imagine the feeling of his skin on you. searing hot. pressing so hard that it almost feels painful, like he’s holding onto you as if you would slip from his grasp. 

it's so unlike him.

“mihya,” you call out to him, voice laced with concern, as you try to pry your way into his mind. “tell me what’s wrong.”

but he doesn’t answer you immediately, choosing to press harder on the gas, sending the car lurching forward. the street lights blur into streaks of red, orange, and blue outside your window. they warp and bend with each miniscule change in the car’s direction, fleeting, and something you can’t grasp onto. you can feel the adrenaline in your veins, thick and surging with each rapid shift of the car, and you can barely keep your breath steady. 

in a breathy, surprised gasp, you call his name again. 

his eyes flick over to you for a second, before they’re back on the road. and even when the corners of his lips curl into something that’s barely a smirk, there is not a hint of amusement in it— it’s so dark, so possessive. 

“saw you getting real cozy with isagi earlier.” kaiser finally answers, his tone low and accusatory.

your brows pinch together, because while it gives reason for his anger, it doesn't make sense to you. “it wasn’t anything like that—” you try to reason, and he scoffs.

the grip on your thigh loosens momentarily. a foolish part of you thinks, for a brief second, that he might’ve actually, somewhat, believed you. but your thoughts are cut off by the feeling of his hand sliding up your thigh, slow and testing, fingers forming a trail of embers on your skin as they go. they inch up, and then more, your heart starting to beat erratically as they inch dangerously close— waiting for you to grab his wrist and stop him.

you can hear the rapid thud of your heart in your ears as he thumbs at your skin, kneading, toying with the pressure. "mihya—" you look at the turn up ahead, and then him, a nervous look in your eyes.

"i find that hard to believe when he was making heart eyes at you." he's practically sneering at the thought, pressing even harder on the gas. "i hate it when he wants something that's mine."

© rindreamery, 2025

[i-jyeon]

the way he still remembers are you actually freaking kidding me bruh

[i-jyeon]

No glue, no borax. Just please

[i-jyeon]

all of us tumblr girlies are like sisters

[i-jyeon]

"You should give up football"

But lets remember you two were these 😔

[i-jyeon]

charged guilty with the crime of wanting

[i-jyeon]

imagine rin’s future child’s first word is “lukewarm”

[i-jyeon]

genuinely do NOT want the world to see me because i don’t think that they’d understand

[i-jyeon]

they should invent a january that doesn’t make you go through every emotion known to mankind every day