#I read it in high school and had a lot of fun- and that was me trying to parcel through it solo

[hartleychristopher]

Okie I have a request for a josh and Chris meeting the reader in highschool for the first time and they became friends through like comic books or like the newest game that came out because they are nerds just for fun

If you don't want to do this it's Okie

Issue #1: First Encounter

Parings: Chris x gn!reader, Josh x gn!reader (either platonic or flirty 😏 you decide) (no prank au)

Warnings: cheesy banter bc it’s fun! Okay? sue me.

Summary: you go to the comic book shop in search of a back issue, what you find are new friends in the shape of two dorks that come as a package deal; Chris and Josh. It seems you’ve been adopted as the third wheel in their bromance whether you like it or not.

A/N: hiii I love this! My two favorite boys 🥹 I hope it’s okay they’re in college in this, I know you requested high school but I prefer to write about them as adults :) (dating a lot of (only) nerds and having a base knowledge on comic books came in handy for this ask!)

You’re halfway through flipping through the back issues, elbow-deep in plastic sleeves and crossovers, when someone bumps into the end of the display with a soft thud.

“Ah, crap—sorry. I didn’t think anyone was back here.”

You look up to find a tall guy with glasses and a beanie, shoulders hunched like he’s startled himself as much as you. He’s wearing a Watchmen hoodie, already slightly pilled at the cuffs. Definitely a regular.

You give him a quick once-over and shrug. “It’s fine. no casualties”

He gives a half-laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Cool. That’s… good. Uh, I wasn’t, like, creeping or anything, I just—” He gestures vaguely at the boxes. “I’m on a mission.”

“Let me guess: Green Lantern?” You smirk.

His face lights up, almost embarrassingly so. “Rebirth! Yes! You get it”

Before you could respond, another guy steps around the corner—leaner, with that kind of practiced casualness that probably made him popular without trying. He takes one look at the two of you and raises an eyebrow.

“Chris, are you harassing strangers in the wild again?” he asks, smirking. “Can’t take you anywhere” he teases him.

Chris makes a noise that was half protest, half panic. “What?! No! I just bumped the shelf! I wasn’t—th-they were already here!”

“Relax, man, I’m messing with you,” the new guy says, shooting you a quick, easy smile before he sticks out a hand. “Josh. That’s Chris. He’s harmless. Socially clumsy, but harmless.”

You hesitate a second before shaking his hand.

Josh’s eyes wander to your bag when he lets go of your hand. “I like the Moon Knight patch. Taste.”

Chris nods quickly like he was just now noticing. “Oh—yeah, that’s awesome. Moon Knight’s underrated. like, so many people just watched the show and bailed, but if you actually read—sorry, I’m rambling”

You raise an eyebrow. “Do you guys do this often? Corner people in the back issues section?”

“Corner?” Josh repeats, mock offended. “No, this is mutual proximity. We’re just friendly.”

Chris looks like he wants to crawl into a long box and close the lid. “we—we’re not trying to be weird. I swear. We just—uh, like comics. And your patch’s cool, that’s all”

You glance between them. Both clearly nerds, but in wildly different flavors. Josh had the confidence of someone who knew he could talk his way into or out of anything. Chris looked like this was the most intense social interaction he’d had all week. Maybe month. But neither of them gave you that creepy gut feeling. Just… harmless dorks. Maybe even kind of funny, in a secondhand embarrassment kind of way.

You shake your head, biting back a smile. “You two always come as a set?”

“Unfortunately,” Chris mutters under his breath.

Josh ignored him. “Usually. Trivia nights, midnight releases, occasional accidental arson in the microwave when someone tries to reheat pizza on foil…” Josh gives Chris a pointed look.

“That was one time,” Chris mumbles, visibly dying.

You tilt your head. “There’s trivia?”

Josh perked up. “Yeah—The Kettle Café, Thursday nights. Comics, movies, all the nerdy stuff. We bombed last week because someone forgot the name of Thor’s Second Hammer.”

“It’s called Stormbreaker, and I had brain fog,” Chris shoots back.

You look down at the issue in your hands. You had fully intended to be in and out of this place in under ten minutes. But now you had two dorks standing in front of you; one melting, one grinning—and for some reason, you weren’t quite ready to bolt.

Josh raised his brows. “You should come, we could use someone who actually reads Moon Knight”

you considered. “If it turns out to be just the two of you playing against each other and quoting The Big Bang Theory for two hours, I’m walking out”

Chris looked genuinely disgusted. “We quote Firefly, actually.”

Josh grinned. “So that’s a maybe?”

You sigh, ��It’s a ‘give me the address and I’ll think about it’”

Josh pulls a sharpie out of his jacket pocket like he does this sort of thing often. “that’s a victory”

As he scribbles the address on a receipt from his pocket and hands it to you, you catch Chris looking down at his shoes, trying not to smile too obviously.

You tuck the receipt into your bag. “Alright, nerds. Enjoy your Rebirth… don’t burn anything down”

Chris gives an awkward little salute, “No promises”

<3

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[biiskirraaa]

hey!! just wanted to say i really love your writing 🫶 any chance you'd ever write a leeknow x reader high school au? i feel like that would be so fun to read, especially from you!!

no pressure at all ofc, just wanted to throw the idea out there <3 thanks for all the fics you’ve already blessed us with!!

-From, a loyal fan of ur ffs🥹🥹🥹

first of all, thank you so so much!!you’re so sweet 🥲 i actually cranked this one out in a day surprisingly… i may or may not have crashed tumblr with this…

Coincidence?

leeminhox!f!reader high school au

Prologue: You’re always late. Always will be. But what happens when your lateness gives you a new crush? What will you do about it? More like, what will he do about it?

word count: 5.1k

warnings: fluff, lil angst, a bit of cursing, overprotective brother Heesung, sexual tension

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You were going to be late.

Of course, you knew you were and still didn’t care. Everyday you woke up just early enough to actually get yourself ready, but still late enough to make you late for your first block. I mean, atleast you showed up at all, right?

As your snooze alarm blared for the fifth time this morning, you finally decided to give in and get up, later than you usually would. You let out a displeased groan, walking into your bathroom and picking up your toothbrush to brush your teeth, begrudgingly thinking about everything else you had to do today. Your mom gave you a whole list of errands to go and do after school for her, so she could finally sleep in. Your mom gave always felt bad for your mom, she continuously worked a 9-5 job, sometimes even taking the night shift on top of a dayshift. I mean, what do you expect? Shes a nurse. A damn good one at that.

You finally made your way up the stairs from the basement to try and find something to eat for breakfast. As you expected, your mom was already gone, leaving you a plate of waffles with a note that said “hurry and and try not to be TOO late today” , that was signed with a heart. Your brother, Heesung, had already left for school. Since he’s a senior, he has to report earlier than the other grades. You took the two soggy waffles and started eating them as you grabbed your keys and headed out the door. You threw your school bag into the backseat and turned your engine on to head off to school.

Your school was big, you swore you hadn’t even met half of the kids that go to your school because grade levels are usually split by classes. Upperclassmen are on the main floor, and underclassmen are on the second floor of the schools already huge layout. They split the grades even further by grouping all seniors, juniors, sophomores, and freshmen into their own sections. And as a junior, you were extremely lucky you didn’t have to walk all the way up to the underclassmen areas. Let’s not talk about how late you were the first two years of high school…

When you walked into your first block, nobody paid any attention to you, as you regularly walked in late pretty much every single day. The teacher didn’t care too much, she was your favorite teacher in the building by far. She understood a lot of her students on a level many others didn’t. It wasn’t like she was a creep or anything, she just empathized with kids that had struggles and found them help. She was also a great teacher, and you had zero clue how she ended ip at your boring high school out of all the prestigious schools in your area.

You walk over to your seat, right next to your best friend Yunji.

“You know every day i countdown from 5 and you walk in the door at 1 every time” she says as you set your bag down next to you.

“Okay, Einstein did i miss anything??” You ask as you roll your eyes.

“Just a work day, actually do work today please. We have like twenty assignments due this week y/nnie” she says as she puts her nose down in her workbook again. You look at her desk, papers scattered everywhere and she looks like shes been awake for 24 hours.

Yunji had always been really smart, she worked really hard for her grades. But for you, it came naturally. You were never as organized or planned out as any other normal highschooler, you just paid attention in class and let the information sink in. There was no extra effort, no extra assignments, no stressful late night study sessions. Thats how your mom raised you. You’re very smart because your mom shoveled knowledge into your brain all throughout your childhood and you thank her eternally for that. But that doesn’t mean you two don’t know how to party. You’ve been to just a couple parties throughout high school, and it’s safe to say you and Yunji were the life of the party.

“Im gonna go to the restroom” you tell Yunji, she just nods as a response.

Then you ask the teacher, she obviously says yes, and you walk out the door and head to the restrooms. As you roam through the eerily quiet halls, you see two tall figures coming toward you on the other side of the hallway. As they come closer and closer, you realize its Heesung and one of his friends, Minho.

“‘Sup little sister” Heesung greets as he playfully pushes your head backwards.

“Hi Hee, skipping again??” You say as a smirk grows on your face as you look at how Minho is standing, akward and wanting to go back to class.

“Nope. Im just shocked you made it to school this early. Usually youre halfway into second block before you get here.” He says, which is blatantly untruthful (mostly).

“He’s lying. I get here during first block. Most of the time” You say, telling Minho, who has a concerned look on his face.

“You get to school late and you still have all A’s?? Wow.” Minho chimes in, looking between you and Heesung, like he’s judging Heesung.

“Okay just because i got ONE B doesn’t mean shes smarter than me, okay” Heesung says, very defensively toward Minho.

“Okay you two, now go back to class so i can go pee” You say very impatiently, you’ve had to pee this whole time and they’re just testing your patience.

“I’ll just keep you here longer then.” Minho says, slightly looking you up and down very judgementally.

“Thats fine, if you want me to piss on the floor.” You say, obviously annoyed with the little meetup you just participated in the middle of the hallway.

“Alright go, see ya at home y/nnie” Heesung says, giving Minho a subtle side-eye that you miss, because you’re already turned around walking to the restroom.

When you return to the classroom, you pull out only some of your papers to really get some work done, but you cant help but think about Minho. You’ve never really seen him around the school. Granted, he is a senior and you’ve only ever saw your own brother a handful of times in the hallways since he’s a senior. Youve never really noticed him at any parties and nobody you know ever really mentioned the name Minho ever.

You look over to your right and you see Yunji asleep and drooling on the final paper that she has to complete, so as a good friend, you don’t wake her up and you let her puddle of drool pool on her paper.

You sigh quietly and try to redirect your brain back to your unfinished assignment, but Minho’s voice keeps echoing in your head. “Wow.” Just that one word, like he was surprised, impressed, or maybe just plain confused.

You tap your pen against your paper and glance at the clock. Great. Still thirty minutes of class left, and your brain is completely checked out. You start scribbling down some answers on your first assignment, but they’re nothing serious more like doodles rather than real effort.

A soft snore escapes from Yunji beside you and the whole situation almost makes you laugh out loud. You nudge her arm gently.

“Mmm?” she mumbles, eyes still shut.

“Your paper’s drowning.”

She squints, sees the wet spot, and groans. “Kill me.”

“No thanks, I’d miss you too much.”

“You’re annoying,” she says, wiping her face and smearing her answers. “What happened? You were gone for like ten minutes.”

You shrug, not really sure how to explain why a thirty second hallway run in felt like it mattered. “I ran into Heesung. And one of his friends.”

“Which one?”

“Minho.”

Yunji raises an eyebrow. “The quiet one with the sharp jaw?”

“Sure?”

She hums suspiciously. “You’ve got that look.”

“What look?”

“The ‘I just found someone new to obsess over for the next six to eight business days’ look.”

You roll your eyes so hard it hurts. “Do not.”

“You do. I’ve known you too long.”

Before you can even argue, the bell rings. As students start packing up, the teacher calls out something about turning in progress forms by Friday and reminds the class that late work will be accepted “as long as there’s an effort.” You thank the universe for teachers like her. Without them, your GPA would probably be hanging on by a single, frayed thread.

You and Yunji walk out together, headed toward your lockers.

“I wonder if Minho is going to that party at Jina’s this weekend,” Yunji mentions casually, swinging her bag over her shoulder. “You know… in case you randomly wanted to brush your hair or wear real pants or something.”

You bump her with your elbow. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re predictable.”

You unlock your locker, already dreading the rest of the school day. The next two blocks are tolerable at best. But what really gets you is the idea that somewhere in the school, Minho’s probably just existing in a totally normal way, talking to friends, sitting in class, eating lunch. And yet your brain is already spinning.

You’re not even sure what it is about him. The way he stood so awkwardly while Heesung messed with you? The fact that he didn’t just ignore you like most of your brother’s friends? Or maybe… maybe it was the way he looked at you. Not like “Heesung’s little sister,” but just… you.

Whatever it was, your brain wasn’t letting go of it any time soon.

The next day, you somehow managed to wake up on time. Not early, but not embarrassingly late either. You even brushed your hair for more than five seconds and put on something slightly cuter than your usual bare minimum hoodie and sweats combo. You put on some cute low-rise dark jeans and a DIY cropped plain grey hoodie on. Not because of anyone in particular, obviously.

Yunji noticed the second she saw you.

“You curled your hair?” she asked, eyebrow raised.

“It’s called self-care,” you said, avoiding eye contact.

“Mhm. Self-care named Minho.”

“Shut up.”

You were both walking to second block together, chatting half heartedly about an upcoming quiz.

You turned the corner and there he was again.

Minho. Leaning against the wall outside a classroom, arms crossed, airpods in, backpack slung low over one shoulder. He wasn’t talking to anyone, just waiting, eyes glued to his phone.

You were ready to just walk past and ignore him, mostly because you weren’t prepared for actual words to come out of your mouth, but he looked up at the exact moment you were passing.

“Oh hey,” he said casually, taking one airpod out. “y/n, right?”

You stopped in your tracks. “Yeah?”

He nodded like he’d just remembered something important. “You left your brain in the hallway yesterday.”

You blink. “What?”

He grinned, just a little. “I mean, you stared at me for a full ten seconds like I was an alien. I figured you needed it back.”

Your jaw dropped slightly, not because it was rude, but because he was right. You had stared, but you didn’t think it was really that obvious.

Yunji let out a loud, delighted snort next to you.

“Bold of you to assume I ever had a brain in the first place,” you said, quickly recovering with a smirk of your own.

Minho laughed, actually laughed, not just a polite chuckle, a real, amused sound that made his eyes crinkle a little.

“Touché,” he said. “You headed to class?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Great, I’ll walk with you.”

You blinked again. You weren’t hallucinating. Minho had just voluntarily offered to walk with you. You, of all people, meanwhile you’ve literally never seen this guy before in your life. And now he was turning and walking in step beside you like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Yunji shot you a look so full of shock and glee that you were tempted to trip her, but you kept walking. Your heart was thudding a little louder than you’d like to admit.

“So” Minho said as the three of you strolled down the hall, “what do you even do in class if you’re always late?”

“Sleep” you replied dryly.

“Clearly working for you,” he said. “Heesung said you’ve got straight A’s.”

“Heesung talks about me?”

“Only when he’s mad you’re smarter than him.”

Yunji made a sound like she was physically struggling to hold back her laughter.

You glanced at Minho again, trying to read him. He didn’t seem like he was teasing just to be mean. If anything, it felt like he was genuinely curious. And for some reason, that felt a lot more dangerous than someone just being nice.

The warning bell rang, slicing through the moment, and he gave you both a little wave.

“See you around, y/n. Yunji.”

He disappeared into a classroom before either of you could say anything else.

You stood frozen for a second, your face warm. Yunji finally turned to you with a look that screamed “I told you so.”

“You like him,” she said immediately.

“No I don’t.”

“You so like him.”

You started walking faster. “We’re on the opposite side of the school than where were supposed to be. Let’s go. ’m literally going to fight you.”

She caught up, grinning. “He likes you too. I saw it. That was premium flirty hallway banter. 10/10. Would read again.”

“Shut. Up.”

But even as you tried to act cool, your heart kept repeating the same phrase.

He remembered your name.

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The hallway was unusually quiet during the final period transition, the hum of voices softened under the sharp sound of classroom doors sliding shut. You were halfway to your music block when you spotted him again.Minho. He was standing near the bulletin board outside the teacher’s lounge, looking at something pinned up, a list, maybe. His uniform blazer was unbuttoned, shirt a little rumpled like he’d been napping during a free period. You were debating whether to speed walk past or pretend to be busy on your phone when he glanced over and met your eyes again.

He smiled. Subtle. Confident.

“Junior,” he greeted, exactly the same way as earlier, but this time with a little nod.

“Senior,” you replied, mimicking him, trying not to sound like your heart was trying to escape your chest.

He stepped away from the board and walked toward you, slow and casual like he had nowhere else to be. “Did you eat?”

You blinked. “What?”

“Lunch. Did you eat properly? Or just drink banana milk again and call it a meal?”

You tilted your head, suspicious. “How do you know about the banana milk?”

“Heesung complains about you all the time.”

You groaned. “Of course he does.”

Minho smirked. “He says you have a ‘selective sense of nutrition’.”

“Tell Heesung to mind his business.”

“I’ll tell him,” Minho said, taking a slow step back, “after Friday.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What about Friday?”

“That party. Jina’s. You’re going, right?”

You crossed your arms, feigning disinterest. “What if I’m not?”

“Then I’ll be very bored.”

You blinked. Minho looked completely serious.

Before you could reply, he gave you a small smile and turned down the stairs. No smug look, no teasing glance back. Just left you standing there like he hadn’t just casually flirted with you in the most confusing way possible.

You stood there for another second, staring at the stairwell, until a student from your class brushed past you.

“y/n, are you coming or what?”

“Oh, yeah!” you snapped out of it, hurrying toward your room.

Later that day, you and Yunji were sitting on the rooftop steps during break, sipping peach juice and hiding from the chaos downstairs.

“So…” she said, drawing out the word.

You sighed. “He ran into me again.”

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. “Again? What did he say?”

You gave her a quick recap, and by the end, her jaw was practically on the floor.

“y/nnie… this is not just some random interest. That boy is putting in effort.”

“I don’t know…” you mumbled, biting your straw. “He’s a senior. I don’t really want to get involved.”

“Okay, and? People date between grades all the time here. Plus, he doesn’t act like he’s just playing around.”

You didn’t respond. You were too busy thinking about the way Minho said “i’ll be bored” like it meant more than just a casual joke.

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Friday evening, you stood in front of the mirror in your room, fluffing your hair for the fifth time and debating if you should change your top again. Yunji had already texted “I’m outside” five minutes ago, but you were still pacing, holding lip gloss in one hand and your phone in the other. You heard a knock, two slow taps against your bedroom door, before it creaked open without waiting for a reply. Then Heesung leaned in, arms crossed, his usual lazy expression replaced by something closer to suspicion.

“Where are you going?”

You responded without looking at him. “You already know. Jina’s party.”

“You usually don’t try on four outfits for Jina’s parties.”

You paused. “Excuse me?”

“I walked past your door. I counted.”

You sighed and turned around. “Why are you being weird?”

Heesung raised a brow. “Why are you being suspicious?”

“I’m literally just going to a party with Yunji. Like always.”

He walked in fully now, sitting on your bed and eyeing your outfit like a disappointed dad. “Right. And Minho’s going to be there.”

You tensed just slightly. “So?”

He clicked his tongue. “Don’t ‘so’ me.”

You narrowed your eyes. “What, you think your friend’s gonna corrupt me or something?”

Heesung didn’t answer at first. He scooted down on the edge of your bed and leaned forward. “Minho’s not a bad guy. I wouldn’t be friends with him if he was. But he’s… older.”

“He’s a senior, not thirty.”

“That’s exactly the problem. You’re still a junior.”

“And I’m not a baby,” you snapped.

“I never said you were,” he said quietly. “But I know Minho. I know how he flirts without trying. I know how girls act when he looks at them for more than five seconds. And now you’re dressing like-”

“Like what?” you cut in. “Like someone who doesn’t want to look like she just rolled out of bed for once?” You said, getting slightly irritated

He sighed. “Look. All I’m saying is that I’ve seen this before. People start something, it gets messy, then someone gets hurt. I dont want you to get hurt.”

You stared at him blankly for a second. “You think I can’t handle myself?”

“No,” he said firmly. “I know you can. But I also know Minho doesn’t always think things through when it comes to girls. He’s not a bad guy, but he’s a dumb one sometimes.”

You crossed your arms. “So you want me to stay home? Cancel plans because you don’t trust him?”

“I’m not your dad,” he muttered. “I just-”

“You’re just being annoying,” you snapped, grabbing your bag and heading for the door.

Heesung called out before you left, softer this time. “If anything happens… if he says anything weird… promise you’ll tell me.”

You paused, hand on the doorknob, the tension between you hanging in the air like a held breath.

“…Fine.”

“Promise.”

You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. “I promise, okay?”

“Good,” he muttered. “I might see you at the party. Be safe. Love you. ”

You shout a short “love you too” back at Heesung, then shut the door behind you, heart racing, not from nerves about the party, but from the fact that maybe, just maybe, something actually was about to happen.

The house was already full when you and Yunji showed up. Shoes were lined up outside the door in messy rows, the bass of a speaker made the floor vibrate, and people from every year, junior and senior alike, were already scattered across the living room, the hallway, the kitchen. Jina never did do anything small.

The air smelled like alchohol, snacks, and too much cologne. You could barely hear yourself think, and you hadn’t even made it past the doorway yet.

“Wow,” Yunji said, adjusting her bangs as she stepped in behind you. “It’s like… a zoo, but with worse lighting.”

You laughed and slipped off your jacket, tucking it under your arm. Your eyes scanned the room almost out of habit, and of course, there he was. Minho. Leaning against the wall near the back sliding door, dark gray hoodie, sipping from a plastic cup like he wasn’t actively the coolest person in the room. He hadn’t seen you yet. Or maybe he had and was just pretending not to. But what surprised you more was the person beside him, your brother, and how the hell he got here before you and Yunji. Heesung stood a little off to the side, arms crossed, cup in hand, and very obviously watching you from across the room the second you stepped inside.

You sighed.

“Found him,” Yunji muttered beside you. “Minho looks like a poster, and your brother looks like a tipsy parent chaperone.”

“Because he basically is,” you whispered. “He told me earlier to tell him if Minho tried anything weird.”

Yunji raised an eyebrow. “What are you going to do if he does?”

“…Lie?” You say untruthfully

She snorted.

The two of you weaved your way to the kitchen to grab a drink, you grabbed a beer and Yunji grabbed a cup of spiked fruit punch. Though neither of you really drank much, you had an incredibly high alcohol tolerance, unlike Yunji, who can have a sip and feel buzzed. You just needed something to sip. Something to distract you. You could still feel Heesung’s eyes burning holes through your skull.

“So,” Yunji said as you leaned against the counter. “Are you gonna talk to him or what?”

“Who?”

She gave you a flat look. Before you could answer, you heard your name.

“y/n.”

You turned, and Minho was right there.

“Hey,” you said, like your brain wasn’t scrambling.

“You made it,” he said with a soft smile, stepping a little closer. “Didn’t think your brother would let you out of the house.”

“I didn’t ask him,” you replied. “He just decided to show up.”

Minho chuckled, glancing across the room. “Yeah… he’s watching you like you’re a mission objective.”

You looked too, and yep. Heesung was pretending to be so into a conversation, but his eyes flicked your way every twenty seconds like clockwork.

“He’s impossible,” you muttered.

“Protective,” Minho said simply. “It’s not a bad thing. Annoying, maybe, but not bad.”

You tilted your head. “You’re not scared of him?”

“Oh, I’m terrified,” Minho grinned. “But you’re worth it.”

Your stomach did a little flip, but before you could even respond, you heard your brother’s voice, way too close.

“Minho.”

You and Minho both turned. Heesung had walked straight over, drink-less, arms still crossed, expression neutral but very obviously older brother mode.

Minho nodded casually. “Heesung.”

“Just making sure everything’s good,” Heesung said, tone friendly enough but layered with meaning. His eyes flicked to you. “y/n?”

You raised an eyebrow. “I’m fine.”

“Uh huh.” He glanced at Minho again. “Just remember she’s my sister.”

Minho lifted his hands slightly in surrender. “I haven’t forgotten.”

Heesung gave him a long look, then looked at you once more, softer this time.

“You good?”

You smiled, a little touched despite yourself. “Yeah. Really.”

Heesung gave a nod and stepped back, rejoining his group across the room.

“I’ll be over there, I guess ill leave you alone… for now.”

“Wow,” Minho whispered. “That was… less intense than I expected.”

“I think he’s saving the actual threats for later,” you muttered. “Just wait till we get home.”

Minho laughed. “I’ll take my chances.”

The music picked up and a new group of people started gathering in the living room, pulling others into a casual dance circle, which ended up more like a dance blob. Minho looked at you like he was about to say something else, then paused.

“You wanna go outside for a bit?” he asked. “Too loud in here.”

You hesitated for a second, glancing across the room, but Heesung had his back to you now, talking to someone, finally letting his guard down.

You looked back at Minho.

“Sure,” you said.

And just like that, you followed him out to the backyard, your brother’s watchful eyes momentarily left behind, but not forgotten.

The cool night air hit your skin the second you stepped outside. The backyard was dimly lit by string lights draped along the fence, and the noise from inside dulled to a low thrum behind the closed glass door. A few kids were huddled by the edge of the yard, chatting over snacks and laughter, but it felt like you and Minho had slipped into your own little corner of the world. He led you toward the far end of the yard, where the grass was still a bit damp underfoot and a patio swing sat just out of the light. He dropped down onto it casually, and you followed, settling beside him, not too close, but not far either.

“I like it better out here,” he said, stretching his arms across the back of the swing casually, like he wasn’t testing to see if you’d lean in. You didn’t. But your knee did brush his.

“Too many people inside,” you said, eyes on the lights overhead. “And I swear the air in there was, like… 90% cologne.”

Minho laughed softly, his voice lower now. “You’re not wrong.”

The swing creaked as it shifted slightly under your weight. You glanced at him, and found him already looking at you. He didn’t look away this time. His eyes lingered, on your lips, your jaw, the way your fingers nervously played with the hem of your sleeves. It made your skin tingle, and you suddenly felt hyper aware of everything; the closeness, the warmth radiating off his body, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the air.

“You clean up nice, y/n,” he said, voice teasing and a small smirk growing on his lips, but there was something sincere under it.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Minho.”

He let out a low hum, then tilted his head slightly. “So, tell me the truth.”

“About?”

“You’ve been thinking about me.”

Your mouth parted in surprise. “What?”

“C’mon. Don’t lie. You’ve been staring at me all week like I’m a K-drama character with a tragic backstory.”

You scoffed, but your face was definitely burning now. “Wow. Confident.”

“Only because I’m right.”

You shook your head, laughing, but when your eyes met his again, his expression had changed.He wasn’t teasing anymore. His gaze dipped to your lips again, slower this time. And then he leaned forward, not too much just enough to test the space between you.

Your breath caught.

You didn’t pull back.

Minho’s hand moved from the back of the swing, brushing the side of your arm before settling lightly at your waist. He leaned in, closer, his nose almost brushing yours, his breath warm across your skin.

You felt it before it even happened.

Your hand had instinctively rested on his knee, grounding yourself, and he was so close now that your eyes fluttered shut for a split second.

And then—

-SLAM-

The swing jolted as a loud slam cut through the yard like a dagger. You and Minho jumped apart like you’d been electrocuted. Your heart slammed against your ribcage as you turned sharply, and there he was, standing a few feet away, with one hand over his mouth and the other on his hip, mouth twisted into the smuggest grin you had ever seen.

“I knew it, this door really does slam loud.” Heesung said, loud enough for the wind to carry it back to the patio.

You shot up from the swing, mortified. “Why the hell would you slam the door Hee!?”

“Just getting some air, not my fault the doe tried to squish me.” he said, innocently.

Minho stood too, rubbing the back of his neck with a cough, very clearly trying not to laugh. “Hey, Heesung.”

“What are you doing?” Heesung said just quiet enough for only Minho to hear

“I like her. Okay? I promise you i don’t have the bad intentions you’re afraid of. Can you please give me a chance?” Minho pleaded, looking the most genuine Heesung had ever seen him. It made his expression falter for a second. You glared at your brother from afar, face burning hotter than it ever had.

“If you ever hurt her” he continued “I will never speak to you again. Got it?” Heesung stated. Looking like he was on the verge of tears. “Shes my little sister. You know that. I’ve spent my whole life with her and I really don’t want you to mess this up for yourself and hurt her.” Heesung finishes.

You groaned from afar, now realizing that they’re definitely ignoring you and talking amongst each other.

“I need you to promise me that you’ll take care of her. Do not hurt her. I know thats typical overprotective brother shit but i mean it. If you like her you don’t hurt her.” Heesung explains.

“Heesung, you know ive had a past, you know ive made mistakes, but you also know we’re good for eachother. I will not hurt her, i will not make her cry, and i really wont make her mad because when she gets mad- oh does she get mad. How the hell do you deal with that???” Minho confessed with a slight chuckle.

Heesung crackled a smile and brought him in for a loving hug. Then Heesung looked at you, still standing by the swing and locked eyes with you over Minhos shoulder. You knew. You knew he was accepting him. And you gave him the biggest grin you’ve ever put on your face. After a few seconds, Heesung let go.

He waked over and held the door open for you as you came to join the both of them. “Lets go, party girl. Curfew’s in thirty.”

You walked past him, swatting his arm on the way in. He only laughed. But as you stepped back into the noise and lights of the house, cheeks burning and pulse still racing, you couldn’t help but glance back. Minho was still standing outside, hands in his pockets, watching you go with a crooked little smile, and a look that said.

This isn’t over.

And honestly?

You didn’t want it to be.

[honeyhonest]

I've been thinking about how some of the twst guys are either discovering (by coming at nrc) or shall never ever know what porn is and it's very funny in my head; from what I've been told by friends who were in my highschool's dorms, poor Riddle and Azul definitely got unwillingly exposed to it while doing room rounds; the tweels are freaks and unlimited internet access once on land means it probably took them less than a month to find out that wow humans take videos of themselves doing that huh; kalim probably has a childproofed browser; Malleus, Sebek, and Silver are NEVER ever in a situation where they could find out and shall go back to briar valley and remain blissfully ignorant their whole lives; meanwhile Lilia found out while downloading mods and texture packs, did a hard double take on the adds, clicked because he didn't know yet what internet scams and viruses are, and also had the same revelation that Wow humans take videos of themselves doing that. Then proceeded to spend his evening giggling, looking it up to check how freaky humans could get. Probably never watches porn after that, unless he's curious about specific kinks he learns of later on while hanging out on game forums, anyway it's always only to learn/giggle at it. These are my headcanons

wait can I do headcanons for all the third years!!! and fellow and crowley. I might actually have something to say about this

trey - stumbled across it while looking for recipes online (googled "cream pie", forgot to add the space), didn't stick with him. imagination user. could probably do scary masturbatory things with his UM. knows of porn, doesn't need it, not curious. not for moral reasons, it's just... again the magic thing

cater - I agree with every single take that he jerks off to magicam model's swimsuit pics. yep, the airbrushed filtered shit. stuff that idia (our resident femcel enjoyer) would shudder in fear at the very thought of. no taste for porno, watched some with old friends but didn't get into it. I don't think caycay has much of a libido so he mostly jerks off to let off steam

leona - leona is a rational guy, from the moment he figured out sex and figured out the internet he could put two-and-two together. does he watch it? no. thinks it's unrealistic and tacky. he has CLASS, thank you. he also doesn't really have a high libido, IMO

rook - actually, same as leona. power of deduction! likes amateur porn but doesn't actually get off to it. just sort of... enjoys watching it? reads erotica and commissions a lot of bizarre RPF fetish art in his spare time

vil - accidentally put on one of the X-rated movies his dad produced (HE WAS NOT IN IT), decided he'd seen enough of THAT! jk lol, he probably gets antsy watching the occasional very well-shot softcore sex scene in movies. can maintain an air of indifference, though. secretly enjoys whatever the twst-equivalent of 50 shades is

idia - idk, you know I'm going to say it's hentai and weird deviantart fetish stuff, there's nothing more to add. he's been online for a loooong time. he's like the opposite of cater: (irl) smooth, airbrushed, clean women freak him out, he can't get hard to that

malleus - has never seen porn and has no intention to. I DO think he knows of it (he goes to an all-boys school, after all) but he has no interest in watching two or more people he doesn't know have sex. it just doesn't make sense to him

lilia - will answer this in the next ask!

rollo - almooost the same as malleus, BUT he has watched a few videos out of curiosity, got aroused, felt sick to his stomach, and then quickly repressed the guilt of that by knitting for six hours straight or something. he comes back to porn every once in a while; he likes solo masturbation stuff because it feels less intense

fellow - who even knows how he found out, not even he can remember. he likes the magazine kind, less of a hassle for him, more fun to jerk off on the toilet with

crowley - one time saw a half-naked woman in a vintage drawing and almost passed out

[undomesticated-animal]

Some tags from @hyenaboycunt, @darethebrave, and @seimsisk that really cut to the quick of what I was trying to do here.

Tag Set #1

#absolutely love this piece#it took a moment for me to properly catch on since i dont think ive encountered written spanglish before#relevant linguistic background for me:#monolingual english speaker‚ 3 years of latin in HS‚ & familiar with pronunciation rules for spanish#plus a few friends/acquaintances who've spoken spanglish around me (but they're not consistently part of my life)#so i did the monolingual thing and focused on the obviously english paragraphs first#but once i grokked what i was looking at i started over#when reading English i dont really have an internal voice. i usually know the words and what they mean#(i sometimes completely miss out on written puns because of this‚ funny enough)#anyway. i started over. and i know the pronunciation rules but i dont have much experience reading spanish.#so i had to sound out a lot of it (internally) while i was reading.#and i was surprised by how much i understood when i could “hear” the words#even if i absolutely couldn't translate them.#and i did have to look to the english paragraphs for help of course‚ but less often than i expected#it's funny too that i was reminded of two people in my life who i hear speak like this. one is a friend's mother and i can HEAR the way#the way she says “mijo” to her son (my friend)#the other is a family friend I haven't thought of in YEARS but this writing has me hearing her voice and seeing her mannerisms so clearly.#I'm enamored with how actually thinking about the *sounds* both 1) made this exponentially more comprehensible to me#and 2) brought to mind the voices of family friends speaking to their children#it feels so very much like *home*#not my specific home. but it's something I've personally only heard spoken in places that *feel* like home.#really wonderful writing here Domi.#there's more thoughts churning but ironically words fail me. and tragically i dont have any other languages i can try

Tag Set #2

#i haven’t used my three years of high school spanish in quite a while#but what a linguistically fun reading challenge!#also a very good poem OP thank you for sharing#it was neat to catch the little differences between the paragraphs#art#poetry

Tag Set #3

#this sentence applies to all languages I think#everyone go read op's tags please#I do not speak Spanish but I can read it more of less fluently because I'm Brazilian and it just works like that#reading the spanglish versions felt so good#and I related to so much of it even if my circumstances are completely different#I have been through the experience of trying to date in English and it was such a mess#how to explain to a gringo the meaning of carinho? carente?

I had a really public meltdown a few months back because something happened during a date that made me realize I had slowly let my entire love life happen in English. And while I didn't [and still don't] feel like the answer is to demand that my partners learn Spanish in order to talk with me, I did realize that part of why I felt so thoroughly alienated from affection in my relationships is because it is in Spanish and Spanglish that I feel verbal care and affection. English feels....sterile and professional. Which is maybe a reasonable outcome of a world where "home" welcomes my polyglot behavior and "the rest of the world" gets irritated with me for requiring extra work of them to communicate.

It somehow never seems to occur to people that the work they dislike having to do for me will have to get done regardless, and what they are objecting to is literally my attempt to not carry and perform all of that work alone and unsupported in relationships that are meaningful to me.

That's a dynamic that's hard to vocalize to others unless they already internally recognize the experience and can pick up on it.

My partners still don't speak Spanish. But these days I do. Almost universally in my relationships, Spanish and Spanglish are verbalized markers of my feelings of intimacy, care, and trust in another. I use more over time as I become comfortable, I rely almost exclusively on common MexíCalí pet names and diminutives for partners, and the more relaxed/less rigidly self-managed I am, the more likely I am to simply reach for Spanglish first and foremost.

When I wrote this, I wrote the English paragraphs first. It took a little while, but it was doable because I use English A LOT in my professional and personal life obviously. Next I wrote the Spanish. This was harder. I have few people to keep up with, so I was anxious about mixing up my spelling, my grammar, my vowel modifiers, etc. I did a lot more checking and rechecking of my work to ensure that I was not misremembering my conjugations and grammatical structures.

I wrote the Spanglish last. I wrote it in under five minutes. I wrote it without once feeling the need to confirm my grammar or vocab. I wrote it and immediately felt it conveyed my tone and intention far better than either monolingual version. It was the closest thing I've ever felt to not having to "translate" my thoughts for someone else, and I spent a little time after just quietly having a cry about reaching my 30s before ever letting myself write the way I think, before letting myself trust my partners and loved ones with this part of me that is so integral to how it feels to be at home with another person.

I actually considered recording myself speaking the poem aloud because I agree with @hyenaboycunt that the way I write is meant to be read aloud, not read in one's mind, and there were several times reading it to myself that I realized reading it would lose something too. Several words where my accent and pronunciation was not the same as the language of the word itself, or where the blending went further than simply mixing and matching words within a sentence. I still might take a recording, we'll see. I really do think it's the next logical place for this art piece to go. But I also know that speaking is so raw and vulnerable to me, and while I would typically just have someone else do the recording, this is a circumstance where that wouldn't solve the issue at all. It has to be me. And ironically, that's what may end up limiting me from being able to do it. Yet again, my relationship with language being complicated creates barriers to communication that even *I* can barely recognize without real intentional thought. How can I expect others to see how much I do to be understood when I can barely admit it to myself?

En íngles, y otra vez in Spanish

No sé to describe mi relationship con mi lingua. Complicado, I suppose. No sé qué the words that will come en mi mente primary, y sometimes es difícil traducir between las idiomas. Creo que most people figure translation ser word-for-word, pero no es menos un pequeño here and there. Sometimes I look for las palabras exactamente por way too long y sientame abrumado. People act like eres estúpido if words are hard for you. Y adorame cual ser talking down a mi en bed, pero tiempo otros I get so angry when people decide no es importante para mi tiene tiempo enough communicarse. I don’t know how to describe my relationship with language. Complicated, I suppose. I never know which words will come to me first, and sometimes it’s hard to translate between languages. I think people expect translation to be word by word, but it so rarely is. Sometimes I search for the correct replacement word for way too long and it makes me feel so overwhelmed. People treat you like you’re stupid if you struggle with your words. And I like to be talked down to in bed, but the rest of the time it makes me so angry when people decide it’s not important for me to have the time to communicate properly. No sé cómo expressar mi social relación con la idioma. Quizás complicado. Nunca sé qué palabras vendrán primero a mi mente y, a veces, es difícil traducir entre los languajes. Creo que la mayoria de la gente se figurarán que la traducción sea palabra por palabra, pero raramente está. A veces trato de encontrar la palabra exacta durante demasiado tiempo y me poniendo abrumado. La gente actúa como si fueras estúpido si las palabras están costarían. Y adoro que me traten con condescendencia en la cama, pero si no me airado mucho cuando la gente decide que no es importante para mí tener tiempo para comunicarme. I wonder often how it feels hablar o necesitar solamente una idioma, y inglés at that. ¿Reconocéis how much nuestro uso de language changes how nos entendemos y our place aquí en es? I often wonder how it feels to only use or need one language, and English at that. Do people realize how much our language changes how we understand the world, our place in it? Me pregunto con frecuencia qué se siente hablar o necesitar solo una idioma, y ​ lo que es más, inglés. ¿Reconocéis todos de lo mucho que la idioma cambia nuestra comprensión del otros y nuestras relaciones sociales? La idioma es all about relationships. La forma de la palabra implies más y mucho about la context sociales en el que it’s spoken. Crecí con myriad trozos de significado in each sentence spoken. English feels desolado en momentos. ¿Cómo se dice mijita como en una chica que es carnal para mi con el tono solamente? En inglés, estan mucho emphasis en the meaning of body language and I imagine los otros rarely notice this. Maybe por eso I have such a bad time entender mi role para las vidas de mis quieridos. Menos Mamá, lo no tengo con que hablar Spanish. Pero maybe menos los diminutivos y verbalizacion de relationships sociales en nuestro day to day conversacion, no créo sé how to fill la falta. Quizás part of el problema conmigo y my understanding of non-verbal communicación, and I figure it out claro que si, pero I forget how often no es necesito hacer que.

Spanish is all about relationships. The shape of a word implies so much about the social context in which the word is being used to communicate. I grew up with so many layers of meaning in every sentence spoken. English feels almost desolate sometimes. How do you convey that you are calling someone baby girl with the love you have for family with only tone? There is so much weight put on non-verbal communication in English that I think people rarely notice. Maybe that’s why I have so much trouble understanding my role in the lives of my loved ones. Aside from my mother, no one I love speaks Spanish well enough to use it with me. But maybe without those little suffixes and verbalization of social relationships in our day to day conversation, I don’t know how to fill in the gaps left behind. Maybe some of the conflict in how others speak and how I hear their words is the absence. I’ve never been good at reading body language, and I surely figure it out in Spanish too, but I forget sometimes how many little spaces it isn’t necessary in my mother tongue. La idioma del espanol es una cuestión de relaciones. La forma de una palabra expresarse mucho del contexto social en el que se habla la palabra. Crecí con tantas trozos de significado en cada oraciónes hablado. La idioma del inglés es desolado por momentos. ¿Cómo se dice mijita como en una chica que es carnal para mi con el tono solamente? En inglés se pone mucho énfasis en el significado que expresa el cuerpo y imagino que los otros ven es raremente. Quizás por eso me resulta difícil comprender mi ubicación social en las vidas de mis queridos. Menos mi madre, nul de mis quieridos habla español con sultura para usarlo conmigo. Pero sin esos diminutivos y la charla sobre relaciones sociales en nuestras expresiones, no sé cómo llenar la falta. quizás un componente del problemo en cómo entiendo a los demás es la falta de contexto. Soy malo para interpretar el expressiones corporal, y también lo entiendo en español, claro que si, pero olvido que con frecuencia no es necesario en mi lengua materna. Me pregunta how it is por la gente del otra cara. ¿How is it to see how much más acepción there is anytime una palabra cambia en español? ¿What do you notice changing when leé lo que está escrito aquí? I wonder what that is like for people on the other side of the coin. How does it feel to realize how many componants of a single word can be changed in Spanish to convey meaning? What do you see change when you try to navigate my language? What was it like to read this post? Me pregunto cómo será eso para la gente del otro cara. ¿Cómo es ver los muchos pequeños cambios en una palabra que tienen significado? ¿Qué ves cuando intentas interpretar mi idioma? ¿Cómo fue leer lo esto obra? Some say a mi está buenísima that I lapse en el español during sex. Some react poorly when I cambio en medio idiomas. Otros no tienen any reaction at all. No creó sé what I want people entender para mi behavior. Yo sé quiero to be loved en mi context. I know this makes la spoken idioma un dificíl way para mi aceptar love. I wonder how entendeís conmigo. Sometimes people tell me it’s hot that I lapse into Spanish during sex. Sometimes people react with visible discomfort whenever I move between languages. Others don’t have any reaction at all. I don’t know how to convey to someone what meaning I want them to take from this behavior. I know that I want to be loved in my own context. I know that I cannot be loved in a context others lack. I know this makes language a difficult form of love for me to accept. I wonder how others would come to understand that about me.

Algunas personas me dicen que está buenísima que hablo español cuando folo. Algunos reaccionan en contra de con desasosiego cuando cambio en medio idiomas. Otros no tienen ninguna reacción. No sé cómo decir qué espero que interpreten de esta acción. Quiero ser quierido en mi propio contexto. Sé que no puedo ser quierido en un contexto de lo cual otros es falta. Es difícil para mí aceptar la idioma hablado como una forma de cariño porque que esto verdad. Me pregunto cómo los otros entienden eso de mí.

[mandareeboo]

Enjoying catholic canon while being agnostic is so fucking funny. No I don't believe there's a big man in the sky. Yes I would like to read Dante's self-insert fanfic of him going to the sky man's house.

[mitchmotch]

day 3 of 30 minute sketch mondays with @revalito! this time with jack zimmermann ^^ (he's 100% looking at bitty)

[itspileofgoodthings]

sometimes I make a post and then have to save it to drafts so I can gauge if it’s too shallow/flippant for me to share with the general public.

[snowflop]

Got very lucky during Goodwill's book sale 🥳

[todayisafridaynight]

snap do you read classic literature

i read comic books :^)

[midnight-rice]

Petition to bring back the archaic word "fere" as a gender neutral* term for a companion/mate/spouse. It has roots from the Old English word "gefera" roughly meaning "one who goes with another" and is pronounced "feer" which sounds like "Dear" which is already a term of endearment and is homophonous with "fear" so you can sound like an oxymoronic gay vampire or smth ("Hello my Fere >:)")

*the word "fere" was gender-neutral in English but has evolved into male-gendered words like "fuhrer" and "frere" in German and French respectively

[yoshizora]

i read about 50 books this year (including some manga/comics) and compiled a sheet with my thoughts on each one! originally it was just a personal tracker but halfway through the year i thought it would be fun to share it, so i included content warnings (and also whether or not the book is gay).

my top 5 personal faves are the ones highlighted in green.

would love to hear any thoughts/comments!

→ sheet here! ←

[strangeangel22]

i love being transgender i love doing my silly little t shot every week i am so proud of who i am and what ive done to get to where i am now I LOVE BEING TRANS!!!1!!!1!😸😸😸

[steviescrystals]

i graduated high school 3 years ago and i’m still not over the fact that NO ONE TOLD ME the district would delete all of our school accounts like a month later and now every paper, presentation, project, etc. i made on that account from 5th-12th grade is just gone forever 🫠

[siobhanmull]

I'm finally sitting down & reading The Two Towers for the first time, aided by the realization that Tolkien is the perfect pre-bedtime read. Engaging plot? Yes! Story I'm already familiar with? Yes! But is it, say, a fast-paced page-turned with a sharp thriller voice? ... No.

But it does have the rhythm of someone reading you a story, which is perfect for my purposes.

[as-dreamers-do]

just finished Elisabeth Elliot: A Life (highly recommend--balanced view of both strengths and flaws, highly researched, and very engagingly written) and among the other things I bonded with her over unexpectedly (which included "'Christian fiction' has issues"!) was my slowly growing suspicion she may have been autistic

i promise i am not a single-issue reader i have quotes to back me up including but not limited to a gem I nearly didn't find because it was in the endnotes which I'm so glad I skimmed because i FELT this with all of my body:

"I always took the view throughout my life that wherever I was, I was the only person that didn't know what they were doing. Everybody else knew what they were doing and arriving here [Wheaton College] was scary and I figured everybody else in the freshman class knew exactly what they were going to do and where they were going. I didn't know anything...."

like my sister in Christ that is a whole mood and while i'm sorry you felt like this it's so good to know one's not alone

and I'll get to meet her in heaven someday! kinda cool ya know?

[reasonablywittyatbest]

Whenever I think about students using AI, I think about an essay I did in high school. Now see, we were reading The Grapes of Wrath, and I just couldn't do it. I got 25 pages in and my brain refused to read any more. I hated it. And its not like I hate the classics, I loved English class and I loved reading. I had even enjoyed Of Mice and Men, which I had read for fun. For some reason though, I absolutely could NOT read The Grapes of Wrath.

And it turned out I also couldn't watch the movie. I fell asleep in class both days we were watching it.

This, of course, meant I had to cheat on my essay.

And I got an A.

The essay was to compare the book and the movie and discuss the changes and how that affected the story.

Well it turned out Sparknotes had an entire section devoted to comparing and contrasting the book and the movie. Using that, and flipping to pages mentioned in Sparknotes to read sections of the book, I was able to bullshit an A paper.

But see the thing is, that this kind of 'cheating' still takes skills, you still learn things.

I had to know how to find the information I needed, I needed to be able to comprehend what sparknotes was saying and the analysis they did, I needed to know how to USE the information I read there to write an essay, I needed to know how to make sure none of it was marked as plagerized. I had to form an opinion on the sparknotes analysis so I could express my own opinions in the essay.

Was it cheating? Yeah, I didn't read the book or watch the movie. I used Sparknotes. It was a lot less work than if I had read the book and watched the movie and done it all myself.

The thing is though, I still had to use my fucking brain. Being able to bullshit an essay like that is a skill in and of itself that is useful. I exercised important skills, and even if it wasnt the intended way I still learned.

ChatGTP and other AI do not give that experience to people, people have to do nothing and gain nothing from it.

Using AI is absolutely different from other ways students have cheated in the past, and I stand by my opinion that its making students dumber, more helpless, and less capable.

However you feel about higher education, I think its undeniable that students using chatgtp is to their detriment. And by extension a detriment to anyone they work with or anyone who has to rely on them for something.