#i can't with her anymore

[inkskinned]

i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."

[whenthewallfell]

~ I Got Them Quarter Quell Blues ~

[lotus-pear]

have you ever done . . . . genderbend dazai . . . . . . ebef ore .e.e. ... . .

when i tell you i speedran coloring this,,,,,,I LOVE WOMEN SO FUCKING MUCH

[vyhonella]

hi I'm alive here my new hyperfixation (help)

[infernal-lamb]

the lamb: yall mind if i explode into tentacles

havin a little fun with the lamb and potential tentacle body horror because i think sometimes they should be gross. why SHOULDN'T these God creatures be an affront to the nature of creation

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Daughter of delta Yu, show them that you're no fool!

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[starflungwaddledee]

some rather strong first impressions were made.

required reading for the magical "voice" headcanon and another for starstruck's signature in particular. asked by @trainerbob23 !

[paoluuuu]

just look at her

LOOK

[ymechi]

Who is the real Creator?

Sorry this took so long I have so much to say but I have no idea where to start. I hope you guys are okay with how it ended and the decision I made. This is a yandere au but with Nahida it is platonic (and the rest of the underage characters).

-TW: cult au, yandere, impostor au, mentions of being hunted down, mentions of trauma, self harm (nothing major)

-Gn reader and darling (please tell me if I mess this up message me and I will fix it)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, this is part 5, part 6

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Reader began to unpack their stuff, it was mostly clothes and books, everything else like cooking utensils was unnecessary as there were attendants who would handle stuff like cooking and cleaning. Reader guessed that was the perks of being an Archon.

The room was a bit of a mess the large doors were open and the boxes littered the floor with various trinkets and Readers personal belongings. 

One should not look down on how much stuff one can gather, even in a foreign world. Soon they would be able to write poems with how well their vocabulary had gotten.

Reader took out a shirt and folded it neatly putting it inside the nicely carved wardrobe. They felt a little out of place in the spacious and very fancy room. Yet there was a certain charm towards it, Reader especially loved the tall glass windows that let the sunlight in.

"I see you are already settling in."

"Oh, Nahida! I did not see you there, yeah I thought it was best to do it while I could."

"You know there are attendants if you ever need help, please don't feel too bad it's their job after all."

"Well if you put it that way. . . I guess I could use a hand with the rest of the clothes." 

Reader had underestimated how many clothes they had, it was boring to fold them and sort them all. They had bought most of their clothes and personal items as both Nahida and Reader did not know the extent of the tension that Darling's reveal would cause.

They looked through the boxes and one object caught Readers eye. It shined as the sun reflected on it. Reader took it out and observed it. This was a gift Darling had given them, it was a Fanoos that was intricately carved and made out of polished gold. The lantern's glass was made out of various colors in geometrical shapes. Overall it was very beautiful something Reader would like.

Speaking of. . .

"Nahida what will happen to Darling after. . . you know?"

Nahida watched the lantern that was in their hand without saying anything and then looked at Reader with a smile.

"It was decided that they would go to an isolated temple in Inazuma for their own safety. Even if they are innocent we can't be too careful what others might do."

Well, at least Darling would be safe there was no need to worry after all they had the Raiden shogun. Inazuma would be far away though.

They looked at the Fanoos, it would be pretty to add it near the nightstand. . . There was already a lamp there, so they decided to put it on a bookshelf instead.

"It looks very nice on the shelf there," said Nahida.

"Yeah, I am glad you think so too," replied Reader.

Reader saw a familiar hat figure silhouette from the open door. It was Wanderer as they had expected, curiously he was carrying several moving boxes as well.

"That is right I forgot to tell you Wanderer decided for extra security to move in here as well, I saw no reason to turn him down."

"O-oh but is it fine for him to just move like that because of me?"

Wanderer must have heard the conversation as he turned to look directly at them. He nodded toward Reader who gave him a small wave. After the status of Readers creator-hood was revealed Wanderer had taken to being polite to Reader but after some more nagging on their part, he had mellowed down a bit. He did tease them from time to time as was normal between them.

Reader hoped with time they could go back to the usual scowling Wanderer who did not hesitate to say what was on his mind.

However, that did make Reader ponder why he turned polite while Nahida stayed the same.

Reader must have been staring at Nahida as the Archon looked at them with a tilted head.

"I see you two are talking behind my back, not very nice I must say."

"We were just talking about your new living arrangements," she looked at Wanderer with an innocent look, "you know, it made their grace feel really bad."

Reader snorted at Nahida's jab at getting into Wanderer.

Wanderer looked surprised but sighed looking at Reader with a sincere expression they did not expect to get today.

"There is no need to concern yourself with that I chose to move out of my own violation, no one forced me to."

Reader gave an awkward smile and wrung their hands together.

"Alright, but I still feel bad-," Wanderer sighed at Reader, "let me finish! I feel bad so if you need any help come to me okay?"

Wanderer looked like he was about to turn down the offer until Nahida interjected.

"Actually since you both are moving in how about we all take a shopping trip to buy decorations, you can then ask Reader for advice on what to buy, two birds in one stone."

"A shopping trip sounds nice," Reader said and looked at Wanderer with hopeful eyes.

Wanderer closed his eyes and sighed.

"It seems you won't let this go, fine then let me put these stuff down and we can go down to the market."

Nahida and Reader looked at each other with a smile. It was going to be a fun trip.

.

.

.

The sunset this day was a bright crimson and was fading into orange at the horizon. There was no cloud in sight. the people were gathered near the central temple in Sumeru. One of the Creator's temples. Reader grimaced.

They adjusted their hood once again feeling nervous not to get caught. Wanderer held their hand more tightly and they gave a squeeze back feeling thankful.

Soon one of the heads of the religion came out near the podium.

The people were confused and some were curious but it was clear soon everyone would find out what the gathering was for.

Nahida stepped up as well, and she began to speak. Then the priest took over and Reader watched everyone's face turn to shock and outrage.

Impostor.

Reader clenched their jaw and held Wanderer's hand tighter. He did not flinch or let go.

Nahida and the priest calmed the people down in the end but there was still much tension left.

By the end of it Reader and Wanderer left the place.

.

.

.

They met Nahida outside of a meeting room. She looked exhausted and Reader's heart ached. With clumsy hands, they took out a juice bottle they had.

"You look tired, please take some."

Nahida gave a small smile and nodded.

"Thank you."

Her voice was small and a bit hoarse no doubt from all the talking. Once again Reader felt awful not being able to do anything, especially since Nahida was a dear friend.

"Please don't worry about me I am fine, as an Archon this is one of the many duties I must attend to," her face turned more serious looking at Reader, "I am afraid we are not done yet this is your turn now."

Reader's shoulders squared and they nodded. Right, it was their turn now. No more running away and this time they were not alone either. Reader looked at their friends and gave a reassuring smile.

Nahida smiled and nodded at them before turning and opening the door.

It wasn't as intimidating as they had imagined when they entered the room. It was decided for Reader's sake they would ask the acolyte and Archons who would be able to attend to come and not tell anything of the importance of the meeting. Naturally since the recent announcement from the church most would be busy, only those who had time would come and it would not be a large group. It was better for Reader to start off small Nahida had recommended and they agreed.

The Archon’s that were able to attend were unsurprisingly Venti and Zhongli. Yet most people in the room would be unaware of the importance of such figures.

As they entered Nahida stepped in front of them while Wanderer walked behind them, they felt rather safe this way.

The others who had arrived were Diluc, Lisa, Cyno, Kujo Sara and Chlorinde. Quite the cast had come. Now all of their eyes were on the trio but mostly on Reader as they stood in front.

Nahida stepped up to speak but Reader beat them to it putting a hand in front of her, all while still looking at their audience.

The sky outside was just as red there was an odd silence in the wind. The shadows on the acolytes' faces deepened and their eyes became glaring embers of accusation evident on their eyes.

Impostor.

They had thought a lot about what to say, and there were many words and accusations they wanted to scream at the top of their lungs until Reader's voice became hoarse and dry. Yet what were words when actions could speak louder?

They took out the same kitchen knife from before on that day from their pocket. They did not bother to look at their reactions. Reader took out their palm and cut it and watched as it bled a brilliant gold. They were still unused to the sight themselves and took a moment to admire it.

They heard a sharp breath. Before anyone could speak they threw the knife onto the table.

Reader then left the room.

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Taglist: @resident-cryptid @probablynoposts @esthelily @mitsukashi @charming-mage @chaoticfivesworld @irisxiel @dulcedelechenginamo @yu-ulda @samohxt2-0 @pinkpainc @vianitry

[noname-404s-blog]

😢😢😢

[carlyraejepsans]

clawing at the walls howling screaming etc

[chaikajpeg]

spy x family ch86 fanart under the cut!!

spy x family brainrot has been unreal for the past month

upd: this drawing is mediocre but it got a lot of attention because the chapter was just released and everyone was emotional. which is just another proof that the amount of likes depends on the timing and emotional state of the target audience, rather than the quality of the drawing. (not trying to be self-depreciating here, just stating facts)

[spamgyu]

COLLEGE!Mingyu AU - dates and confessions

no bc college!mingyu as someone who lives down the hall from your dorm and you always run into him doing something questionable

REQUEST: heard that collage Mingyu is finally getting ahead in his love life with Oc and the oc might confess. Sooo what if Mingyu tells oc that he is going on date and OC gets jealous ->gets to know that she likes him and boom she confesses

[College!Mingyu Masterlist]

She didn't want to admit it.

Not to herself, not aloud, not to her brother, not to her parents, and definitely not to him.

Y/n had fallen for Mingyu.

She could have sworn it would never happen, only seeing him as friend... who just happened to make her laugh and smile, even during days when she felt like the world was against her.

And sure, she may have found herself wanting to spend more and more time with him – agreeing to all his invitations to eat their meals together, hang out in his dorm room, and late night study sessions in the library.

It wasn't until she found herself absentmindedly staring at him as he placed their coffee order at the counter, when she realized that maybe she saw him as more than a friend she enjoyed spending her free time with.

Y/n began to notice how much she loved seeing that stupid smile of his, the one that showcased those stupid cute fangs of his. Her heart skipping a beat each time he would casually sling his arm over her shoulder as they walked alongside each other. It was such a casual act that she didn't seem to pick up on it the first time he had done it – but as time went on, she felt as though her skin was on fire each time he made contact with her.

Of course, it didn't help that he was a shameless flirt, playfully hitting on her any chance he got.

Not only was she over analyzing his actions towards her but also his words.

The ones he most likely used on all the girls that were lined up to get even a crumb of attention from him.

God, she was one of them.

"How do I look?" He barged into her room – pulling her out of her brain rot.

"Why do you look so..." She trailed off, taking in his appearance. In all the times she had hung out with him, Y/n had only seen Mingyu in an outfit variation of hoodie, sweat pants, or shorts. For once, he was dressed ... presentable. Or at least, different from his usual rotation of casual wear.

It was simple outfit. A white tee, brown cardigan, white Sambas, and black chinos she could have sworn he purchased at UNIQLO during the time she had dragged him to the mall – not because she wanted to be with him.

No definitely not that.

He had a car on campus and she needed a ride.

"Good?" Mingyu completed her sentence with a smirk.

"Put together." Y/n corrected.

"Minghao is going on a date and she's bringing a friend."

Oh.

A date.

A double date.

He was going on a date.

"Ah..." She nodded, hiding the wave of disappointment that washed over her.

Of course he was going on a date.

Of course.

He was single, and she was just a friend.

Of course.

"You should wear your chain." She suggested.

"It's not too much?"

Y/n shook her head.

She loved that chain on him. That singular piece of jewelry had sent her over the moon the first time she had taken notice of it.

Y/n could remember that day so clearly.

It was a rainy day and Mingyu had insisted on grabbing dinner at a nearby tofu house instead of their usual on campus dining hall dinner dates.

Platonic dinner dates.

He had ordered his soup extra spicy and had shrugged off his puffer in the middle of their meal, sporting only his plain black tee and silver chain. Y/n nearly choked on her meal trying to suppress her gasp.

He looked good.

"Who's the girl?"

Mingyu shrugged, taking a seat on her bed. "Hopefully she's cool."

I hope she's lame and not his type.

"That's your main concern?"

"Yeah, I hate boring dates."

"You'll be fine. Just talk her ear off like you usually do with me."

"But it's easy with you because you're already my friend."

Friend. Ouch.

Y/n knew she had feelings towards him, but she didn't think it would be this bad – feeling the disappointment turn into jealousy.

Wanting to keep her composure, Y/n pretended to busy herself with the mess on her desk. "I still think you'll be fine."

"If it goes south, will you save me?"

"Have you seen yourself?" She snorted, placing her gel pens into their respective cup holder. "She'll probably do anything to make sure that date goes well."

"Did you just admit that I look good, y/n?" Mingyu chuckled.

Pausing her actions, Y/n whipped her head to see a smirking Mingyu – her eyes wide. "Oh god, you'll never let this go."

"You think I'm attractive?" He continued, hopping off her bed; making his way to her.

Taking a step back as he closed in on her, Y/n stretched out her arm to ensure he didn't come any closer. But he was persistent, taking another step as the smirk grew larger; her hand landing right on his chest.

His well defined chest that was always hidden under the baggy garments he chose to wear.

This is not good.

"Well, you're not ugly." She took another step back, withdrawing her arms back to her side.

"Why are you so red, I'm just playing." He chuckled, pinching the tip of her hot ears.

Her foundation was doing a great job of hiding the redness of her cheeks; she should have known when she felt the rush of warmth engulfing her face that her ears would give her away,

"My ears are always red." She leaned away from his touch.

It was a shitty excuse and they both knew it.

"Sure." Mingyu winked.

There he goes again with that stupid habit of his.

Y/n noticed that anytime he was feeling a little too flirty with her, he had a habit of winking whenever he would tease her. At first, she didn't care for it, but as time went on and as her feelings began to develop – she began to hate it.

Because of how well it suited him... and how she knew he most likely used this on other women.

It made her sick.

"Whatever." Y/n grumbled. "Aren't you going to be late?"

Mingyu shook his head. "You still have me for five minutes."

Have him.

Yeah, fucking right.

The most attractive guy on their school basketball team? The one that drew in girls who had little to no interest on the sport, cheering for him every time he would steal the ball from the opposing team? The one that had their whole floor swooning anytime he greeted them?

She'll never have him.

"Ugh, please just go." Y/n groaned, pushing him towards the door – but he was far stronger than her, standing his ground. "Mingyu please."

"I'll leave if you promise to get boba with me after."

So she can hear him talk about his date after? No thanks.

"I'm busy."

"Bullshit."

"I am! My roommate has been bothering me about going with her to sigma chi's–"

"A frat party?" He coughed in bewilderment.

It wasn't that he didn't believe her.

It was the fact that he did.

Images of her drinking in the mess of sweaty bodies, at some crappy poorly maintained home, with no one to look out for her, had caught him off guard.

There was no doubt she partied, he's heard stories of it.

But... Mingyu didn't think she would choose it over spending time with him.

Not since she had managed to agree to all his ideas of hanging out.

"We can go tomorrow." Y/n suggested.

"Fine.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

"Hey." A tap on her shoulder had drawn her attention from her conversation with Hansol, a guy from her biochem class.

Correction, the guy that had a hand on her passing the class; allowing for her and the rest of their lab group to copy off of his homework.

"Someone's outside looking for you." Her roommate continued.

Emphasizing on the word 'someone'.

"I'll be back." She excused herself from Hansol; squeezing past the mess of bodies that occupied the home.

Y/n let out a sigh of relief once she had reached the front yard, the cool spring air filling her lungs – a stark contrast to the humid air inside.

Scanning the row of parked cars, Y/n's eyes landed on the familiar black 90's Honda Civic; hazards blinking brightly.

"How was your date?" She bent down to peer into the opened window.

"Boring." Mingyu reached over to unlock the door. "Get in."

"I'm–"

Before she could finish her thought, Y/n found herself sliding into the front seat of his well maintained car. He had told her many stories of him and his father fixing up the vintage hatchback – most of his summer, and savings, going towards restoring his so called 'baby'.

She couldn't find a good enough excuse to stay; knowing that her roommate was far too occupied with her friend group they had run into when they had arrived.

Y/n absence wouldn't be missed.

Mingyu chuckled as she buckled herself in, throwing out the remaining liquid in her red cup.

Her father would kill her if they were caught drinking underage.

And if that wasn't enough, he would probably murder her if they were caught with an opened drink in a moving vehicle.

"What's so funny?"

"I knew you would get in the car." He smiled as he started the car back up.

"I– whatever." She also didn't have an excuse for this. "Was the girl cute?"

"No. Was your guy cute?"

"My guy?"

"Your roommate said you were talking to some guy." Mingyu recalled when he had called out to the girl who had gotten quite used to his presence in their room – asking for y/n's whereabouts.

"Kinda."

"Kinda." He made a face as he kept his eyes on the road.

"Yeah, I think you guys would be cute together." Y/n laughed at her own joke.

Mingyu's unpleased look changed to a smile, reaching over to give her cheek a poke. "Do you think I'm his type?"

"Oh yeah." She continued.

"What about you?"

"He's not my type."

"No I mean– Am I your type?"

"Yeah."

It was good thing the streets were empty at this hour, Mingyu's foot instantly stomping on the brakes – his arm reaching over to stop her body from lunging forward from his sudden actions. "What?" He whipped his head to face her.

He was only half joking; not thinking she would actually answer him seriously.

"What?" She blinked.

Y/n didn't realize she had accidentally blown her cover, their conversation going faster than her brain.

"You said–"

"No I didn't." Y/n replied quickly.

"Yeah you did." His eyes grew wide, almost as if he had fully processed what she had said. "You said I'm your type."

"Yeah but– okay you're tall, my parents like you, and you're smart–"

"Calm down," He chuckled at her flustered state. "You're my type too."

"Shut up." Y/n didn't want to completely buy it; he had been messing with her for as long as she could remember. For all she knows, this was just yet another moment he was doing just for shits and giggles.

"I'm serious."

"Yeah well, if you know someone who checks off those boxes–"

"Me, I check off those boxes."

"Not you."

"Why not?" Mingyu scoffed.

"You're just doing a bit."

Furrowing his brows, he tried to read her; not understanding why she was being so dismissive of him.

Usually when two people confess their feelings, or whatever this was, it was supposed to be sunshine and rainbows – it should be the pivotal moment of their relationship.

And yet, it seemed as though Y/n didn't want to acknowledge it.

Almost as if she didn't want it to be him.

"I– no yeah, it's so a bit." He rolled his eyes, his tone dripping in sarcasm.

"Come on, Mingyu. I'm just your coach's daughter he tried setting you up with. You don't have to keep up the act."

"Sure." Mingyu replied simply, resuming their drive to the boba shop they frequent just a few miles from the campus.

The silence was almost deafening as she attempted to muster up a single word to say.

Anything.

Say anything.

"You're not messing with me?" She toyed with the ends of her hair, keeping her focus on the split-end she was picking at.

"What made you think I was?"

Y/n shrugged.

"I've spent more time with you than I have with my friends, I changed my path to my calculus class so I can walk with you to your english class, I ditched my date–"

"You ditched your date?"

"I mean, they wanted to go to Seaside Donuts after and I said no." He turned to her as he slowed down at the red light. "I joke around, but I'm– I do have feelings for you."

Y/n peeled her eyes away from her hair, meeting his gaze.

She didn't want to believe all that he had confessed; just as she didn't want to believe her own feelings.

She knew he wasn't lying. She too has seen him more than she has seen her own friends in the past month and a half; her friends calling her out in their group chat about spending more time with Mingyu than with them.

It wasn't her fault that he was quick to make plans.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay, I believe you."

A smile began to creep on his lips, the one she adored so much – full fang and all. The one that was engraved in her head, making her heart flutter every time she thought of him and that stupid grin of his.

"So what does this make us?" He wiggled his brows.

"Friends."

"What the fuck?" Mingyu laughed.

"You just came back from a date, told me I'm your type and expect me to be putty in your hands?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

As if his smile couldn't get any bigger, Mingyu's lips stretched from ear to ear. "You were jealous?"

"Green." She nodded over to the light.

"Don't avoid my question."

"Not jealous. But not please either."

Mingyu reached over to give her cheek a poke; an action he found himself doing quite often.

He couldn't help it.

It was soft, and the pout she made every time he would do this was worth the light smack he would receive.

It was cute.

"I owed Hao a favor. It won't happen again."

"I don't care."

She did care.

She cared a lot.

She never wanted to feel that possessive towards him ever again. That was a nasty feeling, bubbling in her chest as she thought of him enjoying the company of someone that wasn't her.

What has he done to her?

"Yeah you do." He poked her again.

"Whatever." Y/n bit back the smile that threatened to form on her lips. "I have standards, you know. This doesn't change anything until I say so."

Y/n didn't think this was how she was going to tell him how she felt. She didn't think she would ever tell him, to be quite honest.

It wasn't the most ideal situation, she was sat in his car buzzed from the mixed drinks she had been sipping on earlier that night whilst they drove to get milk tea... after coming back from a double date...

It wasn't the romantic scene she had in her head.

"That's valid," He nodded. "What's one more box to check off, right?"

Mingyu had no issues with continuing to pursue her until it met her standard.

She was the one he wanted, after all.

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hi! how would Valeria and Kate react if their wife’s got hurt because of their work, both of them working highly jobs and it ended up catching up to their s/o. hoe you are doing well and drink plenty of water! thank you!

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Hello! Both of them would be absolutely distraught, but would go about it in different ways!

Valeria’s and Laswell’s Wife Gets Hurt Because of their Job

Valeria: Whoever hurt you will wind up tortured and eventually, once she thinks they’ve had enough of their miserable life, will wind up dead. Naturally, the first thing she does is check up on you, see if you’re alright and well, that’s her priority. You’re the love of her life, there’s no one else in this world she wants to see do well. You’ll be admitted to the best hospital nearby and will only get the finest treatment. Once you’re stabilized, that’s when the hunt begins. Whoever hurt you won’t get too far since that bastard’s life will be on the line. Regardless of where they might be hiding, Valeria will find them and show them that death is actually a kind of mercy. She has pretty much everything at her disposal, everything money can buy, this sucker won’t know what hit them. If it’s revenge they want, then revenge they’ll get. Valeria promises you that their head will be on a silver plate. She’s not very good with words when it comes to comforting someone, but she will have that person killed in the most cruel ways she can imagine. In fact, she’ll take the pleasure of torturing them upon herself. Once she’s done, she’ll take some days off, which is surprising since she usually can’t afford that at all. You’ll be under her direct care for those days. Anything you want you’ll get. Afterwards there will be a slight shift in her demeanor, Valeria becomes more protective over you. Sometimes she might even assign some trusted people of hers to watch over you since she can’t afford something like that happening again. While she can’t always take some days off, she’ll try to be closer to you anyway. Always texting you, finding excuses to come home for a day maybe. She just really needs to make sure you’re okay, she wouldn’t know what to do with herself if you died.

Laswell: Laswell will try to be a bit more diplomatic about it at first, trying to coax whoever hurt you out of hiding. This person will be held accountable for their crimes against her world. Naturally, she rescues you first, gets you to the nearest hospital and won’t leave your side until you’re stable again. If it takes you a while to wake up again, she’ll leave to find the fucker and make sure they swim with the fishes. She has a pretty large, efficient network and will find out who it was fairly easily. Once she knows who they are, she won’t hesitate to find out all their past crimes as well, if they hurt you then they must have done some other awful things as well. Once that phase is over, she’ll go to their home herself and have them arrested, put in the worst prison imaginable where the inmates are treated especially badly. She won’t kill them, but she wouldn’t be surprised if they wind up dead anyway. Laswell usually isn’t an evil person, but she does hope that person dies during their time. Their sentence will be as long as possible so there’s no chance of them ever seeing the sunlight again either. Once all of this is over, she, too, would take some days off to spend with you. You’re a priority above all else, so Laswell will want to be there for you, no matter the cost. While she usually isn’t, depending on how severely you got hurt she might become a bit overbearing, a bit overprotective. That overprotectiveness will last for a few months, afterwards she’ll try to give you some space again. However, she’ll always be keeping a closer eye on you, always texting or calling you every once in a while to make sure you’re okay. If she needs to, she’ll put you under her protection officially, but the situation needs to be dire for that to happen. Either way, she’ll be keeping you safe.

[royalarchivist]

Tommy: Did you know that you have rights? Constitution says you do. I believe that every man, woman, and child is INNOCENT!

Niki: Yo Chat! CHAT! WE HAVE RIGHTS!!! WE MADE IT! We made - we f**king made it. Women’s Rights, let’s f**king go, lets f**king go! We made it. We made it! That’s amazing, thank you so much Tommy Innit. [...]

I was the only woman in this recording. And all they did was talk about their fore.skin *tries not to laugh*. I just wanna let that sink in for a second. This is why I am the w- the victim. This is why I am the victim. This right here. [...]

*reading chat* “Guess you didn’t get women’s rights after all” *laughs then puts her face in her hands* Oh my god Chat. *laughs*

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

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