#i feel like a fake and that i don't fit in

[gyubakeries]

𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀 | c.sc (f)

a/n: for some reason the ask got deleted 😭 but an anon asked for something scoups related, so, anon, if you're seeing this, hi! thanks for requesting! i kept brainstorming, and finally came up with this, so i hope you like it! (sorry the ask got deleted im hopeless w technology 😭)

word count: 2.1k contents: seungcheol x afab!reader , gymbro!cheol , i have 0 gym knowledge forgive me , seungcheol and reader are dating , bullying mingyu is a canon event , lots of fluff , cheol being a green flag as always , slight angst , mentions of insecurities (but they have healthy communication about it!) , just overall cute vibes !

"i wanna go to the gym with you."

seungcheol looks up from his phone to direct his gaze at you. it's a thursday night, a rare day off for the both of you, and you had been in the process of selecting a movie for the night when you suddenly spoke.

"what?" seungcheol asks again, not sure if he heard you right the first time.

"i want to go to the gym with you," you repeat, meeting seungcheol's eyes reluctantly, trying to mask your ulterior motive with a smile.

seungcheol was taken aback, but don't get him wrong. he was a regular at the gym, but in your last three years of dating, he had never heard you wanting to accompany him to the gym. instead, you'd always said that you'd rather be at home than be surrounded by sweaty people, including seungcheol himself.

so why the sudden interest?

"babe, everything okay?" seungcheol asks. he knows asking questions may seem rude, but he notices the way the smile you're shooting at him doesn't feel genuine at all.

"yeah! i just wanted to see what was so great about the gym for you to spend hours there," you say, making up an excuse on the fly, hoping you sounded convincing enough.

seungcheol knew you through and through, and he also knew that you weren't telling him the entire truth. but instead of prying, he decides to agree to your request.

"alright,come with me tomorrow," he nods. "it's gonna be pretty intense though. mingyu tells me i'm a really strict gym trainer." he jokes.

"it's okay," you laugh, finally cracking a real smile. "i have a feeling i'll become your favorite student in no time."

"we'll see about that," seungcheol teases, and you drop the topic, shifting your attention back to choosing a movie.

seungcheol needs to get to the bottom of this.

-

the next day, seungcheol comes home from work, and like clockwork, he changes into his workout clothes and grabs his gym bag, ready to head out, but-

something feels different about today though....

"excuse me? were you forgetting your star student at home?" comes your voice, and he finally remembers. he turns to see you waiting in the kitchen, and any suspicions he had about your strange request melt away at the sight of you dolled up in the cutest workout fit. your hair was up in a ponytail, and you were wearing a baby pink sports bra with a matching pair of leggings. you even had a cute duffel bag packed with you.

"aw, baby, you look adorable," he coos. he walks towards the kitchen and stops in front of you to place a kiss to your forehead, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into a hug. "also, i'd never forget my favorite student." he says defensively, and you laugh at his cuteness.

"sure, big guy," you chuckle. "let's get going, shall we?"

-

whatever worries had left his brain when he saw you at home had come back to him ten-fold at the gym. he started you off with some basic warm-up exercises and then the treadmill. the both of you jogged next to each other for a while. you had found all of this manageable until now, even though all the physical exertion had made you all sweaty, which in turn made you uncomfortable. you mask your uneasiness though, not wanting to alert seungcheol.

but he had already seen the signs of discomfort on your face. after the treadmill, he decided that he needs to take you home.

"i'm actually feeling really tired today, babe," he fake-yawns while you're sipping on some water. "how about we go home now and come back another day?"

"woah, you're tired just from some cardio?" someone speaks up from behind him, and it's mingyu.

how is he always at the gym?? seungcheol wonders, cursing mingyu's timing.

"i just had a long day at work. what are you doing here?" seungcheol rolls his eyes.

"working out, duh," mingyu retorts. "didn't you clock in late to work today, though? i've seen you less tired while you were working on three days of no sleep."

seungcheol really wants to punch mingyu in the face right now.

"if you're really feeling tired, we can head home," you butt in before seungcheol throws a dumbell at mingyu.

seungcheol would be relieved, if not for the way you look dejected and upset, and seungcheol would rather walk through fire than be the reason for that frown on your face, so he relents.

"it's okay, i'm feeling fine," he smiles. "we can continue, baby."

"just don't be all gross and couple-y," mingyu adds, and quickly scurries away before seungcheol can elbow him in the stomach.

after mingyu leaves, seungcheol gets you started on some basic squats. he shows you the correct posture, even helps you for the first few times till you get the hang of it.

finally, you gain the confidence to do the squats on your own, so you start off with a goal of completing 10. by the time you're on squat number 4, there's a burn in your thighs. you've heard people saying that it's supposedly a good burn, but right now, it's making you feel like your legs are going to snap into two, like twigs.

not wanting to embarrass yourself, you push through the remaining squats, collapsing to the floor after you finish them.

"hey! that was great!" seungcheol smiles cheerily. "i'm so proud of you. let's take a break and then we can move onto something else."

the next challenge: push-ups.

while you weren't a frequent gym-goer, you had an idea of how a push-up should be done. guided by seungcheol's instructions, you find yourself in the position to carry out some push-ups. once again, you set a goal of 10 and you start.

at push-up number 7, your arms give out and you lose your balance, your forehead bumping with the ground.

"shit. y/n, are you okay?" seungcheol is by your side in a blink, helping you up into a sitting posture. you look around the gym, and thankfully there weren't a lot of people around to see your disastrous attempt at push-ups, but you still felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"i'm sorry," you sniffle, tears welling up in your eyes as seungcheol gently rubs your forehead. "i'm sorry for being bad at this."

seungcheol freezes when he sees you cry. he knows you, and you weren't the type to cry from such a small failure. the uneasiness twists his gut; something is really wrong.

"baby, you have nothing to be sorry for," he says, tone firm yet gentle. "let's go home and talk about this, okay? you did a good today, and you should rest."

leaving no room for negotiation, you let seungcheol gather both your belongings and walk you back home.

once you reach your shared apartment, you're aware of how sweaty and gross you are, your nose crinkling with disgust.

"i need to shower..." you mumble.

"you can head in first. call me if you need anything, okay?" seungcheol suggests. "i'll start on dinner."

you nod timidly and head towards the shower. a long and relaxing shower later, you're emerging from the bedroom in your comfiest pajamas, and a red spot on your forehead from the incident at the gym. you walk into the kitchen to see seungcheol putting down dinner on the table, freshly showered.

"you used the guest bathroom?" you ask, and he nods. you can tell that there's something on his mind, and you know its related to what happened today. knowing seungcheol, he likes to communicate whatever he has on his mind to maintain trust between you, so you eat dinner in silence, anticipating the conversation after.

once the dishes are washed and put away, you quickly go to bed, hoping to avoid any tough conversations by falling asleep early. but seungcheol is too aware of your tendencies, so he follows you to the bedroom, sitting next to you on the bed as you lay down.

"does it hurt a lot?" he asks, breaking the silence.

"my forehead? not that much. but the rest of my body is really sore," you admit truthfully.

"should i get you a painkiller for it?" seungcheol offers, and you shake your head. you've seen him come home from the gym complaining of sore muscles, but he never takes any medication for it, and you don't want to seem weak for doing so.

"you can take one, it won't make you weak," seungcheol says, as if he's read your thoughts. "what's going on, baby? i know something is bothering you, tell me what it is. let me help you."

the gentle tone to his voice makes you tear up immediately. you bring your hands up to your face as you cry. an alarmed seungcheol is quick to hug you, whispering comforting words into your ear.

once you've calmed down, you realize it's time to tell him the truth.

"i wanted to have something in common with you. all our friends and their partners have a shared interest. mingyu and his girlfriend love cooking, wonwoo and his girlfriend like photography; even minghao managed to end up with someone who loves tea as much as him. i just wanted to share something with you. i realized that you and i don't have a lot in common. everyone says 'opposites attract' but to what extent? that's why i thought of going to the gym, so that we could have something to share."

seungcheol is silent for a few moments, and you bite the inside of your cheek nervously while you wait for his response.

"y/n, you're the one person on this earth i have found a perfect match in. you and i have a lot more in common than you think. like the fact that you're the only person who supports my 'dipping french fries in milkshake' agenda," seungcheol cracks a soft smile, holding your hands in his.

"you don't have to force yourself to do things just to share an interest with me, baby. i love you for who you are. you're a wonderful artist, and i'm absolutely pathetic at drawing basic human figures. that doesn't mean we don't work together," seungcheol explains, hoping that his words make sense to you.

"i know, but i just- i just got worried that one day you'd be tired of having to deal with someone so different from you," you sigh, confessing the thought that had been plaguing your mind for a few weeks. "i don't want to lose you, cheol. that's why i did all this. but all i've really done is embarrass myself..."

seungcheol's lips draw into a pout as he crawls onto the bed, laying down next to you. he covers both of you under the blanket and pulls your body closer to him, your head cradled against his chest, and his arm wrapped around your waist.

"i'll never get tired of you. you're the love of my life, and i like the fact that every day we spend together, i get to learn something new about you. there's a familiarity in that too, you know?" he says, and the warmth in his voice makes your heart melt.

"ever since the day i met you, i've wanted to know who you are. i've wanted to know what makes you smile and cry, what food you don't like so i'll never bring it up, what your favorite disney princess is, even how much sugar you like in your coffee. and i'm so grateful to be able to learn every small thing about you, because that's how i show my love for you."

you pull away slightly from his embrace, meeting seungcheol's soft gaze.

"i love you the way you are, and no amount of differences could ever stop me from loving you. even if you were the north pole and i was the south, i'd do everything in my power to be with you, you get that?"

"how'd i get so lucky?" you whisper, eyes welling up again. "i love you too, so much. you- you made me cry, you idiot." you chuckle wetly, slapping his chest playfully.

"you're just a sap," seungcheol teases, but he rubs your back comfortingly nonetheless. "anyways, you're not going to be following me to the gym just for the sake of it anymore. i already think you're perfect the way you are, but if you ever do want to go, you should do it only because you want to, okay?"

"you don't have to worry about it," you dismiss his concerns. "from the second i step foot into the gym and got attacked by the stench of sweat, i promised to never come back."

"hey! that's rude!" seungcheol gasps dramatically. you can only laugh at the way a grown, 29 year-old man pouts like a toddler.

yeah, you really were lucky to have him.

-fin.

[peachshadows]

Okay, this might sound wild, but for the Single Mom Macaque AU, I feel like Macaque would craft a completely fake and unnecessarily intricate identity of a spouse just to be petty. And for taxes. He and the kids (and maybe Bai He too?) would be in on this. And it would drive Wukong crazy because this totally not fake stepfather figure is setting some pretty high and unrealistic expectations.

It starts out as a joke/gag/petty scheme, but it kinda spirals when a certain mayor flounces into the picture fitting a lot of the descriptions.

(Also, hi Levi! Happy to see you cooking up another banger AU!)

WAIT UR UNTO SUMTH

Although I don't think the mayor would be a viable suitor in this universe cuz I do plan for him to basically threaten Macaque and the kids cuz y'know I'm gonna be working with the canon timeline of lmk but I do love that idea!

Wukong: so u mean to tell me u raised our kids all by urself-

Macaque: excuse you, I have a partner in fact and they're way better than you'll ever be!

Wukong, feeling sad and mad at the thought of Macaque moving on: oh yeah? Who's this partner of yours? He totally sounds real

Macaque: he's actually a very busy man-

Bai He: really busy! But he provides for us and supports us

Wukong: wait a min-

Rumble: yeah he even tells us bedtime stories!

Savage: and kisses us goodnight :>

Macaque, feeling smug: u were saying sumth?

Wukong:

[bidisasterevankinard]

Tease tidbit Tuesday

I was tagged by @perfectlysunny02 💙

ok, so I should write other fics but this angst idea was born. meet titled(wtf?) fic "He's your forever (sometimes I wish it was me)", where Eddie pines over pregnant Buck who's happily dates Tommy and expects their baby (don't worry Eddie'll be happy eventually too)(More likely this fic is one of the part of mpreg series I plan)

Buck cooks the breakfast in crop top, and Eddie can't stop his eyes and mind wander to the little bump he's showing off with his choice of clothes. Tommy and Chris are still sleeping, so Eddie lets himself this moment of weakness when he knows no one will see him. He doesn't want anyone to catch him ogling his best friend's pregnant body, and precious little bump, that he's sure he can hold in his palm and it will fit pretty snugly. He doesn't need anyone to ask him why he's looking so fiercely. He definitely doesn't want to lie because he knows he won't convince anyone. But the truth is something Eddie will take to the grave with him.

No one will ever find out that he wishes he was staying in his kitchen with pregnant Buck and only Chris still sleeping in the house. No one will ever know he wishes Tommy wasn't so good for Buck and Buck is so in love with him. No one will ever judge him that even though he's incredibly happy for Buck and Tommy and excited to meet his godkid, he wishes it was not baby Kinard, but baby Diaz Buck growing with his body.

But it's not. 

"Can you start setting the table and then wake boys?" Buck asks, not taking his attention from pancakes and Eddie hums in affirmation, readily taking the chance to stop being so miserable pining over a man who was never his. Especially not in the house Buck and Tommy just moved together right before sharing happy news about how soon their family will grow.

"Morning," Tommy's hoarse voice cuts the silence of the kitchen, and Eddie nods and fakes a smile to his friend before Tommy gets all his attention to Buck, kissing him as if he's the most precious thing he has ever seen. He puts his hand on Buck's belly, whispering something to the man. Eddie feels sick how perfectly the bump and Tommy’s palm go together. As puzzle pieces.

Buck smiles and kisses Tommy again, "don't worry, our baby was pretty kind to me tonight. Barely any nausea."

Nodding with a smile, Tommy kisses his birthmark and hugs Buck's waist. Humming the song Eddie doesn't know, Tommy sways them a little as an impromptu slow dance. It makes Buck smile so brightly Eddie wishes he had ever seen that smile at him. He never did. It's Tommy's smiles. His boyfriend puts it on Buck's face. Not him. It never belonged to him. As Buck never did.

Taking deep breaths in and out, Eddie quickly puts the last plate and almost runs to the guest room. He needs a moment to get himself together and trying to get a grumpy sassy teen to wake up is a good way to forget how the man he loves so much has a beautiful morning with his boyfriend. Not with him.

Eddie hears pieces of their conversation coming from the kitchen. He hears talking about possible nursery colors and what renovations they need to do. He hears Buck saying the date and time of his next appointment with OB and Tommy’s the most gentle voice promises to be here for Buck and their baby.

He shakes his head and runs to the bathroom. He needs cold water. He needs some time for himself. To think only about good. About how happy his friends are. Reprimanding himself for being awful to their happiness, Eddie enters the room where Chris still snores peacefully, not knowing what a battle his dad has in his heart.

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[seldarinesorcerer]

Showing up to shul by myself as a young 20 something is always intimidating because I feel like I stand out. Everyone else who usually comes are families of all sizes, and I'm so envious of Jewish families and friends who get to worship and sing and study together.

Then there's me, the one in the corner of the congregation, singing under my breath with my magen tucked under my shirt. Shy to make friends, feeling like I don't belong or it would have been better if I attended over Zoom or something.

I observe shabbos by myself, doing my best to avoid the antisemitism that plagues my social media feed, and yet the anxiety follows me away from the screen. Do I deserve to light these candles? Do I deserve to be blessed with rest? Of course I do, but I don't feel worthy in my little studio apartment.

I wish I could throw myself headfirst into my community without fear, but I feel it everywhere—from my shul to the online communities that I so desperately wish I fit in at.

Maybe I am a fake jew after all, but I so desperately want to feel real. I want to feel confident in my love for my G-d.

[jofiah]

I need to stop looking at the front page of twitch and popular vtubers on twitter, it's not good for my mental health

what would be better for my mental health, however, would be to stop being so jealous of everyone else or feeling like everyone else is a threat/competition to me, instead of something to aspire to or take inspiration from. sigh

wish i could just talk to people and reach out but. all i feel able to do is make posts like this (that will probably only drive people to unfollow)

[total-drama-brainrot]

What if Geoff wasn't the nice, chill surfer party dude who had no problems with anyone and was friends with everyone?

No, nobody can be that nice. No teenager can be that okay with every person in the camp. No, Geoff hid it. It was a common tactic he used to get people not constantly pissed at him before (it was just annoying). Pretending to be this dumb party dude fooled everyone into believing he was that because why would you ever question HIS motives? He's just a dumb party dude!

But pretending was so, so hard. You see, he had to pretend he liked these people.

Too hard.

And one day, he slipped up.

Interesting. So Geoff's friendly demeanour and sufer boy energy is all, what, a ruse he uses to portray himself as less of a threat in the competition?

It would be an effective game plan; Geoff makes it pretty far into the game in Island, and a lot of his survivability stems from his social strengths and the fact that he's not really seen as a threat in the competition - he's a lot like Owen in that regard, just less intense with his friendliness. You could have Geoff intentionally imitate a lot of Owen's mannerisms after he notices how generally liked (or at least tolerated) he is, and it'd explain their similarities quite nicely.

It does make me wonder what Geoff would be like underneath his act. Your ask implies that he's, if not entirely misanthropic, then a lot less easygoing and amicable as he's shown to be in canon. Someone easily annoyed by others, who perhaps doesn't really have the patience to deal with a lot of the shenannagins that happen on the show, even if he pretends he does... and even if his whole game plan revolves around maintaining that misconception.

That's not to say that he isn't the Geoff we all know and love from canon. He's still the same person, he's just... not as benign. At least not internally.

You could take inspiration for this Geoff from his portrayal in Action, or maybe even his vindicitiveness from World Tour (against Blaineley, just make that energy universal) to base a lot of his real character on; a Geoff who isn't exactly antagonistic, but has a mean streak and a tendancy to hold grudges. And, of course, he'd keep the same natural charisma canon Geoff has, even if his "himbo charm" is fake.

Then it's just a case of replacing his usual good-natured aloofness with cool apathy, or even a spiteful disrgard of others, and you've got yourself the perfect canvas for a wolf in sheep's clothing.

And he's also got his friendships with the Bass boys - Harold excluded, of course - which, considering Duncan's influence, would be a nice outlet for his less sociable tendencies. A way to let loose without having to expose himself as less good-natured than he lets on.

Bringing it back to Owen, and their shared similarities: Geoff could esaily attach himself to Owen post merge, similarly to how Heather attaches herself to Lindsay, as not only a social buffer (though Geoff doesn't really need one, unlike Heather) but as a sort of pawn in the competition. The "boy's alliance" would be the perfect time to have Geoff try to integrate Owen into his social circle, which is pretty much what happens in canon anyway.

Keeping Owen as close as possible is the most strategically sound move on Geoff's part. The closer he is to Owen, the easier it is to cherry pick what aspects of Owen's personality he's going to imitate. He's also got himself at least one secured vote (in theory, since Owen's known to be easily swayed).

The issue with this?

Geoff finds Owen almost unbearable to be around.

Which is ironic, given that he's conciously and intentionally trying to be as Owen-like as possible, but it's true. He can't understand how anyone can be as unconditionally and authentically cordial as Owen is, and it pisses him off. He has a hard enough time acting friendly and warm around people he doesn't like, but when it comes to doing the same with someone he actively despises?

It's enough to wear his already thin patience down until it snaps.

[ragsy]

ART VS ARTIST 2023

[capn-twitchery]

man. stuck in this really awful hellish midground of wanting to do things with my ocs but having no real ideas & feeling so bad about my stuff anytime i try

plus weirdly high social anxiety reawakening old worries about being in a community but feeling like i don't fit and it SUCKS i want my brain to get over it bc i know it's not true.but aaagh. agony

[weareuniqueandimportant]

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THIS POST IS ABOUT LESBIAN FOOD... NOTHING MATURE ABOUT THAT... I LOVE EATING SSSSIDE... THAT IS A TYPE OF FISH WE WOMAN TEND TO EAT TOGETHER... WHY DO THIS TO US 😢...

DAMN... I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS COMPLETELY SHADOWBANNED POST WAS CHECKED BY THE SITE... THAT'S CRAZY... WHO EVEN FOUND THIS...? OH WHATEVER... HA.

[seven-thewanderer]

I ended up drawing some more Andy's Apple Farm-related stuff!!

So firstly I drew Andy again, but with my own little twist!

Then I drew his friends, again with my own slight twist

Then I drew Peter!

(then I drew his monster form, and the pose isn't the best but I'm goin with it)

(he also kinda looks like a lizard but hush, hush)

and then, I drew this!!

But yeah, that's that!!!

[grimark]

i like bad special effects. meaning not just old and outdated (which in a lot of cases were actually groundbreaking for their time, but i digress) but also low-budget or rushed or just kinda corny and poorly executed. i think it adds charm where a lot of more polished productions are lacking.

[quincyhorst]

Just to give some context, being Querardo's cousin is no joke. Like we mentioned in a previous potpurri, despite his physical advantage Fer was often a victim of being picked by Que, specially with his appearance looking like a bull. It didn't help that until his point, his parents hadn't done much about this issue. Even worse, his own father did brush it off as "just typical boys stuff", and that Que would soon grow out of it. I mean, sure, eventually the little lion did stop the bickering as he approached his teen years... But that wasn't enough to remove Fermín's deep remorse.

Adding some more salt, not only Felip Ilarregui(*) gave too many passes to Querardo, he did of course show a lot of favoritism towards his nephew, SPECIALLY when it came to bullfighting. Fascinated by the future matador in-training, soon enough he started to wish his own son could do the same too. So yeah, he was soon dragged to practice, to spectate bullfights... If by that point Fermín's opinion on bullfighting had been that low, now he straight up was HATING it.

Many, many things caused the last straw for his worst rage to unleash. After facing a deep loss in the family and being forced to move away to another place, soccer was the thing that put him back on track after so long (All thanks to Samuel!), causing him to become attached to the sport. But not even his skills as a goalkeeper was enough to charm the world, once again picking Querardo over him to represent Spain at the Eurocup.

With the already accumulated anger to an unhealthy degree, plus with his own physical strength developing way earlier than other kids, it all culmined on Fermín venting his feelings the worst posible way: Bullying. Soon his peaceful school was turned into a battlefield because of him. He'd pretty much act aggresively with any classmate of his, specially those that made him angry, all with the intention of imposing fear on others. Just like he wish he could do with the annoying little Querardo.

The bullying got so intense, that the authorities soon noticed the havoc going within the halls. But sadly like in real life, the bully wasn't easy to stop. Or at least, that's what it seemed.

While most of Fer's victims had been too afraid to seek help, a brave little soul spoke out to his parents, and the word kept spreading till it reached Fermín's. And let's just say, Samantha Sánchez was NOT happy with it. Inmediately, she went to face her son and discuss with him about this aggresive behaviour, but soon the conversation took an unexpected turn.

Sami: Fermín... I've noticed now, but all your victims are always weaker and smaller than you. Isn't that true? Fer: . . . Sami: You pick on them because you know they cannot defend themselves. Because you know your strength can bring them down anytime. Sami: ...If that's so... Why not fight somebody of your caliber? Fer: ...!? Sami: Yes. If you believe you are so strong and powerful, then I defy you to fight ME.

...Of course, Felip got quite worried. The thought of seeing his five-times international karate champion wife throwing hands with their own (tiny yet buff) son was... Horrifying. But despite him begging to not provoke Fermín, Sami promised that neither side would be on any danger. Even Fer himself was afraid of fighting his mom, but Sami insisted on him using the same rage and strength he'd use with his classmates. And so, the child gave in, running to supposedly headbutt her. As expected, not only Sami avoided his move, but she soon took the upper advantage, directing her fist to Fer's face; who had closed his eyes out of pure fear. (Feel free to picture Felip's panicked expression here)

However, to the surprise of father and son, Sami didn't finish her move, leaving the fist still just some centimeters above Fer's face. As she soon moved it away, Fer took his time to sit and recover his senses. He could have easily fought back, but the supposed punch left him in total shock, even to the point tears started to fall through his eyes. Seeing her son in such a state made Sami throw away her serious facade, crouching and giving him a hug. She also confessed that no matter what, she'd never hurt her own baby at all.

After the three recovered from the initial tension, Sami clarified her true intentions with this combat: That it's always easy to prey on the weaker ones, until you face somebody who is your same or greater strength. To even ejemplifly her point, she decided to narrate the story of a karate master who had become famous due to his power of killing bulls in combat, even thought they were all pretty tamed and thus with more disavantage that they seemed. When this same man fought an actual bullfighting bull in Mexico, he realized his true weakness.

Besides teaching him a lesson, Sami also tried to give Fer a place for him to vent everything; even making Felip leave the room for a while. And by this way, Fermín told her everything. EVERYTHING. About Querardo, bullfighting, his previous grief and homesickness, and the slow neglect of his own family... Fer expected to be dismissed, like the usual, but Sami instead understood his issues, and regretted of not having noticed them before.

From that day on, Fermín stopped bullying others, so things did become better at school. But his own reputation had been tarnished for so long, that just some months before the FFI he transfered to another riojan school.

Not everything is solved on his life yet, that's something to admit. When the FFI happened, he still does have a troubled relationship with Que. Since he had left soccer time ago seeing him on Red Matador didn't affect him much, though a part of his felt yearning for the soccer field. If it wasn't because of saving (and later befriending) the tiny keeper of the Community Cup's riojan selection, Fermin would have never considered on trying once again to become a keeper.

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*A small change that I did recently was to modify the surname of both Fermín's father and Querardo's mother. Originally it was Gartzia, but I later went with Ilarregui.

[zialinart]

i'm considering doing the "tattoo myself everyday for a year" challenge and like film it and open a tik tok account for that but sooo much work and i'm too old for this shit

[pronounrespector]

Can I say something

[daz4i]

I'm gonna let you in on a badly kept secret. most of my dazai analysis is truly just me projecting. but being decent enough at bullshitting to make it sound convincing so ppl usually end up agreeing with my takes

[poolboyservice]

no full offense, but why the fuck is r/fakedisordercringe still a thing?