#so someone can write it better than i can

[anglbunny]

RIDING NERD!GOJO'S FACE

smut mdni, nerd!gojo, kinda long, face riding, cheetah!reader

He looked so cute like this—spread out on his twin bed, books shoved off to one side, mouth slightly open as he blinked up at you from behind thick-rimmed glasses.

“S-So, um…” Gojo licked his lips, clearly flustered as you straddled his chest. “You sure about this? I-I’ve never really—well, I mean, I have, technically, just not with someone on me, you know? On my—uh—face. Your fac-” You grinned.

“Relax, genius. You said you wanted to help me de-stress before finals, right?”

“Yeah, but I thought you meant like… a back massage,” he squeaked, then immediately clamped his mouth shut when you started shimmying out of your shorts.

“Does this look like I want a massage, Gojo?”

His throat bobbed in a swallow. “No! Definitely not.”

He was still wearing that stupid sweater vest, his tie a little crooked, his pale cheeks flushed like he was running a fever—and yet his hands instinctively gripped your thighs as you crawled up, settling above his mouth like it was your throne.

He whimpered. Actually whimpered.

“You’re not gonna, like… suffocate me, right?”

You smirked. “Only if it's bad.”

The second you lowered yourself onto his mouth, everything shy about him evaporated. One long, slow lick had your hips twitching. He moaned under you like your taste was better than any cheat code, hands tightening on your thighs as his tongue flicked and circled your clit with shocking precision.

"F-fuck, Gojo—where'd you learn that?" you gasped, grinding against his face.

His glasses were already fogging, nose pressed deep between your folds, his tongue doing filthy things that made your head spin.

He pulled back just long enough to pant, breathless, “I, uh—read some stuff. Research. Y’know. For science.”

You laughed—until he sucked your clit between his lips and you choked on a moan.

That tongue of his? A little awkward at first, but the man was a fast learner. Every whimper you made, every time your thighs clenched around his head, he adjusted—flicking faster, licking deeper, humming like a damn vibrator until your hips were jerking and you were close. “Just like that, nerd boy,” you panted, one hand gripping his messy white hair. “Don’t stop.”

He couldn’t stop. He was drunk on it—tongue gliding through your slick folds, nose bumping your clit, mouth soaking, desperate to make you come on his face like a star student.

You rode his tongue shamelessly now, using him like a toy, grinding your pussy into that flushed, eager face with no hesitation. He looked so wrecked. Glasses tilted. Lips shiny. Whimpering beneath you.

“Gonna come,” you moaned, hips stuttering. “Satoru—shit—fuck—”

And when it hit, it hit hard. You cried out, riding the waves of pleasure as his mouth kept moving, overstimulating you, tongue greedy and starving for more. He only stopped when you collapsed forward, trembling, thighs slick against his flushed cheeks.

You looked down.

His lips were glossy, his chin wet, glasses askew.

“…You okay?” you asked. lifting yourself off just enough for him to breathe.

He blinked, voice cracking adorably. “Y-Yeah. Just, um… when can we do that again?”

"christ, satoru.." you huffed, laughing but your legs were still trembling

TL: @samm1e13 @syleepy @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @yanderebluelockfan @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @valexqpt @snowsilver2000 @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @ravenbc @mihyas-dieehefrau @laslowchan

A/N: idk what this is. also i dont write about him enough

ꨄ︎Anglbunny | Do not copy, steal or translate my work and pngs. you'll be blocked.

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[permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88]

this. this. yes, it's the state of fandom and fanfiction in general, now. there's no real way of telling whether or not it will change. but my gosh is it ever disheartening, and honestly terribly sad to see that this is the way it will continue to go, if things remain the same as they are, right now.

now, before anyone comes at me with them, I've heard the myriad of reasons why a person might choose not to comment or leave kudos. they're shy. they forget. they don't want to leave a "footprint" on this wild little place known as the internet. they fear retaliation and hostility from authors who misinterpret comments left in good faith, and any number of other reasons, as well. and I want to make it abundantly clear that this is by no means an attempt on my part to dismiss or invalidate those reasons. at the end of the day, if someone doesn't want to interact with a given work, they won't, and as much as that may sadden me, I fully respect it as their choice. a comment that comes organically, because someone feels moved to leave it is far better than one that is forced or pressured in any way, and that is a hill I will die on.

that said, though, we will continue to lose people who are willing to share their works with us, if this trend continues. it's just a fact. while I make no attempt to speak for all of us, there are so, so many people I know that write for themselves, sure, but they share their work in the hopes that at least one (1) other person out there will be moved by what they've created. they share in the hopes that said other person will maybe want to interact with them because of it. whether the interaction leads to an unexpected friendship and mutual discussion of fic plots and characters and new releases of our favorite series, or not, the hope for it is there. the heartbreak is there, too, when we, as creators, post something we're particularly proud of, and receive nothing but silence in response. it's there when we try to make sure we present a face that is receptive to feedback and interaction. when we encourage comments, and ask questions of our readers, and yet still...silence. sure, if we're passionate about what we're creating, and/or the themes/ideas we're trying to convey, we can push on. we should push on, because I, for one, am so beyond tired of a world that tries to stifle people, and drown their voices out because they don't "fit the mold" of normal that is determined by some nameless, faceless majority. but to continue doing so, and to continue to receive silence in response? to be called 'entitled' by some readers, because we dare to ask for something...anything...other than crickets, and the sensation that we're shouting into the void?

it's really no wonder that some may choose to move on to other things.

while I've never experienced what OP's friend has with Discord, I can only imagine that such a situation only makes what I've already mentioned above so much more discouraging. it must make those it has happened to wonder what on earth is the point? if everyone is too busy sharing their reactions in their isolated little groups without ever deigning to let the creator know their feelings, or just mass-consuming it and moving on to the next thing ten seconds later, as if the first thing that caught their attention never even existed, why are we even bothering to do this at all? again, I do not speak for everyone, but I daresay the majority of us are not trying to be the next big name author. we're not trying to 'make it big' at all. this is a hobby, that we do for free, in our (mostly) limited free time, and anymore, we largely receive absolutely nothing in return. we pour pieces of ourselves out there into the world, completely free of charge. we make ourselves vulnerable in ways that are often ugly. real. to many, silence in the face of that vulnerability is exactly the same as the dismissiveness and invalidation we've already received when we're that 'real' anywhere else in our lives. it drives home the thought that our voices do not matter, and thus we should not bother speaking. and no, society and our readers at large are not responsible for our vulnerability and our emotions and our traumas that we sometimes place upon our characters as a means of processing them. but even if we aren't opening ourselves up to our readers, if it's genuinely all in "good fun", we can't legally monetize it, interaction is our form of 'earnings' from this, and by and large that sort of thing is rare, and has been for quite a while. and sure. people can read and abandon fics at will, with or without leaving some trace of their presence along the way. that is well within their right. but I have also seen these same individuals go on to harrass the creators of works that have been abandoned or deleted for doing so, despite never once trying to show any form of appreciation at all. and then they have the nerve to call us entitled for wanting that appreciation in the first place.

the fact that the "social media-ification" of fanfiction (it is not Instagram, no matter how so many may treat it as such) and the quite honestly despicable behavior from a loud minority of touchy authors who have now effectively ruined commenting for so many of the rest of us has made fanfiction what it is today is just...heartbreaking. it really, really is. and while I personally plan to stick around and do my best to fight the demons in my mind that tell me no interaction means that no one cares about my stories so I should just stop writing them, not everyone will. we're all incredibly foolish if we believe otherwise, and honestly, as awful as I feel saying it "out loud"?

if fandom culture doesn't see a change soon, and more and more talented authors continue dropping like flies?

we'll deserve it.

tl;dr? creators are not robots, people. we aren't content-mills, put on this earth specifically to serve the bidding of consumers, on their timeline, and not our own. but what do I know, right?

I'm just a so-called "entitled" author who thinks interaction with our work, no matter how small, shouldn't be a thing that we have to try to pull from behind stubbornly gritted teeth.

A writer friend told me something that broke my heart a little bit today; they're going to quit publishing their fanfic.

My instant thought was that they had been trolled or attacked or that something terrible had happened in their life because this person is so passionate about their writing. It wasn't any of that. Engagement with their works has been going down, as it has for many of us. Comments are like gold dust a lot of the time, and just looking through the historical comment counts on old fics on ao3 demonstrates this trend very clearly. It was not simply the comments dropping off which caused them to decide to stop posting, however.

My friend came across a discord server for their fandom (I should point out here that their fandom interest and mine diverged a couple of years ago, we stay in touch but don't currently read each other's posts because I'm not into their fandom and they would rather gouge their eyes out with a wooden spoon than read anything Star Wars) and specifically to share fic in that fandom. They joined, because we all love a good fic rec, only to discover that their latest multichapter fic, which has almost no comments and very few kudos, is being hotly discussed in this server as one of the best stories ever. Not one of these people has bothered to say this to them on the fic. When they asked, none of participants could see the point in telling the author of the fic they apparently loved so much that they love it.

This discovery has absolutely destroyed my friend's love of sharing fic. They share because they love seeing other people's enjoyment, and fic writers do that through comments and kudos/reblogs/likes because we don't get paid. There is no literary critic writing a blog post/article about how amazing the story is for us to copy and keep/frame. There is no money from royalties. All we have are the words of the people reading our works.

Those people on that server could have taken five minutes of the time they spent gushing about how amazing my friend's story was to other people and used it to tell the one person guaranteed to want to hear that praise how much they loved it. They could have taken a moment to express their opinion to the person who spent hours upon hours plotting, writing, editing, and posting those chapters. Instead, they deprived my friend of thing that keeps them sharing their writing, and in the process have killed their love of it. My friend now feels used and unmotivated.

I won't be sharing a link to their fic, they said I could share their experience but not their identity. I know they plan to post one final chapter. I know they intend to express their hurt at being excluded from the praise for the thing they created, and I know they intend to announce that as a consequence they will not be posting for a long while, if at all.

So please, I beg you, don't hide your love of a story from the writer. It's just about the only thing we have.

[luna-azzurra]

Dear Writers who can’t stop comparing themselves

Me, you, and probably every writer ever...

☽ Someone else’s success is NOT your failure. Just because they got there fast doesn’t mean you’re slow, you’re just on your own weird little timeline, doing your weird little writer things, and that’s fine. You're not late, you're just... you. And that’s more than enough.

☽ You don’t see the mess behind the masterpiece. That perfect book? It probably had 49 drafts, six meltdowns, two deleted subplots, and at least one sob session over a blank page. You’re not broken for struggling, you’re just in the middle of the part they edited out.

☽ The age thing is IRRELEVANT. Some people write bestsellers at 19. Others don’t write anything until they’re 39. Or 57. Or 83. That doesn’t make it less magical. It just makes it yours. (Seriously, google late-blooming authors, it’s comforting as hell.)

☽ If you’re comparing your draft to a finished book... Please, stop, NOW. That author had editors, proofreaders, beta readers, deadlines, caffeine-induced panic, probably a spreadsheet or two. You’re not comparing apples to apples. You’re comparing a soft, screaming baby draft to a book that went through glam boot camp.

☽ Your voice isn’t supposed to sound like theirs, I mean it’s not supposed to sound like anyone else. That’s the point. You don’t need to be the next [I dont know, J.K.R or Stephen King (Fun fact=I love both)...]. You just need to be the first you.

☽ Your writing might be exactly what someone else needs. Like, exactly. The right story at the right moment can feel like a lifeline, so don’t keep yours locked away because you think it’s not “enough.” It is, you are.

☽ You’re not going to grow by tearing yourself down. Being cruel to yourself doesn’t make you a better writer, it just makes the work heavier to carry. Be kind to yourself, especially on the days the words won’t come (And they will come, I promise).

☽ Someone out there probably reads your stuff and goes: “Damn. I wish I could write like that.” You might never know who, but they exist and they mean it.

[tubbytarchia]

Your half a yearly reminder that C.AI is no better than AI art, unless you think writing is a lesser form of art than drawing. It's hypocritical to condemn one form of generative AI and then use another. I promise you you can live out much more fruitful imaginary scenarios than what a machine is going to cough out at you based on stolen content by writing it yourself, by letting someone else write it or by roleplaying, AND all that for probably 0.000001x the environmental impact compared to utilizing let alone growing dependant on AI. We're so much better than that

[writer-freak]

♥ Romance SFW and NSFW Headcanons

A/n: And I now also have Romance headcanons ready like I'm on a roll(actually I just started with the guys I thought were the easiest to write). You can definitely expect more Kpop Demon Hunters content but I think I'm gonna work on some requests first lmao. (But if someone wants to feed my ask box with Kpdh requests I wouldn't be opposed)

He will write you love letters. Sweet little handwritten notes tucked into your bag, your coat pocket, your nightstand. “To the light of my life, please remember to drink water today. I love you madly.” quite a few of them probably have a kiss mark from him on them.

You mention liking a flower once? He brings a bouquet of it to your door and says something like “These were the prettiest ones they had… but still not even close to your beauty.” You try to roll your eyes, but your cheeks are actually heating up.

He’s so good at reading you. Doesn’t matter how much you try to hide it, he’ll be at your side with a soft, “You okay, my love?” and arms open for a long hug before you can say a word.

Again another clingy man but he#s never overwhelming, just… always there. A hand on the small of your back, forehead kisses, lying on your chest and humming softly.

He loves having his hair played with and will absolutely melt if you braid it, brush it, or just stroke it while he rests in your lap.

He likes going all out for dates with you

Think candlelit rooftop dinners, soft music, and fairy lights.

You’re like, “You really didn’t have to do all this.” And he just looks at you, utterly serious: “But my darling… you exist. That demands celebration.”

He will dramatically fall into your arms at the end of the day like, “I worked hard, and now I need cuddles.”

You scoff, but you always indulge him. He rewards you with soft kisses up your neck and sleepy romantic murmurs

He sings you to sleep (Yes, Really)

Softly hums while holding you at night, especially if you’re stressed. Sometimes it’s a lullaby in Korean, sometimes it’s whatever pop song’s been stuck in his head, but always sweet, always close to your ear.

If you fall asleep first, he kisses your forehead and whispers, “Goodnight, my heart.”

NSFW

I think he does more poetic dirty talk

He will whisper things like, “You are divine… like something dreamt up just to drive me wild.” while trailing kisses down your neck.

Then suddenly shift into a lower tone: “And you entirely belong to me.”

He’s flirty, thinks nothing of whispering in your ear in public, brushing your thigh under the table, or leaning close to say, “Careful, my love. Keep looking at me like that and I’ll have to carry you home early.”

Loves when you’re on top (in every way)

I like to believe that he would just worship you. You ride him and he adores it, hands gripping your thighs like he’s in church and you’re the altar. “You look like heaven above me” he moans, breathless and wide-eyed.

Marks You Subtly but also clearly

Nothing too aggressive just the ghost of teeth at your shoulder, a hickey just beneath your collar. “So everyone knows someone treasures you properly.”

Also one obsessed with you wearing his stuff. “You look better in it than I ever could, babe.”

Cuddly, and talkative Aftercare

Once you're both calmed down satisfied sighs escaping you

He wraps around you, pulls the blanket up, and strokes your skin like you’re precious porcelain. Whispers compliments into your shoulder “I love you so much it scares me sometimes. But I’d still choose you every time.”

Divider by: @hyuneskkami

[rincent-van-uggh]

Ahh this is so much what I have been thinking. Even if I agreed with intellectual property in principle, IP law benefits corporations far, far more than small artists (because the law only protects those who can afford to enforce it).

All the notions that AI is cheating because it makes the process of art making too easy are not at all distinct, so far as I can see, from people saying the same things about any new art making technology (digital art, electronic music, people say these things are not real art for the same reasons). I mean, people trying to pass off AI art as if they themselves hand painted it are just idiots telling lies, nothing new. If someone uses AI to generate the background for an drawing they did, and they're honest about it, thats just art. People do the same thing with backgrounds not generated by AI too.

I find a lot of AI criticism comes down to "this tool is being operated and peddaled by idiots" rather than that the tool itself is bad. "People who use AI to study for them get lower grades" well duh, having anything study for you is incoherent, you necessarily have to use your own brain for that. If what they mean by this is that people are using AI to write notes and summaries for them to read, this is also misguided as AI cannot reliably create accurate summaries, if it adds in nonsense, you may not realise and study stuff it entirely made up.

There are also adjacent issues. Like I dont take issue particularly with public data being fed to the machine apart from how empowering AI in our current system means empowering shitty corporations. But sometimes private data may be fed to the machine, corporations are getting increasingly sneaky and invasive, changing ToS to say that they can use any of your stuff, even non-public things to train AI. While AI tends to mix together loads of stuff into its outputs, it is feasible that an AI could be fed private data and spit it out wholesale, and we have no way to prevent this currently. I am glad that i have managed to move entirely off of things like google drive because I don't trust them to uphold privacy at the best of times, but especially not in this context.

My main issue with AI, honestly, is that I find it annoying. It keeps being put in places I dont want it, to solve problems I don't have. I think this is a popular position to hold here on tumblr, where we have several times pushed the website management to allow us to opt out of new trendy features we dont like, such as "best stuff first" and other algorithmic generated features, and "tumblr live". I object to having new technology replace the old stuff, not only because the old stuff is what I am familiar with, but because often times it works, in at least some important ways, better than the new stuff. I don't need AI generated art, I enjoy making art myself. I do not want AI customer service chat bot, it is less effective at addressing my needs than the humans are.

The tool is fine, but almost every time I encouter it, it is being used by idiots to uninteresting ends, and I would like to not have to encounter it if I don't want or need to.

Worst part of popular left wing AI discourse online is that there's absolutely a need for a robust leftist opposition to use of cognitive automation without social dispensation to displaced human workers. The lack of any prior measures to facilitate a transition to having fewer humans in the workplace (UBI, more public control over industrial infrastructure, etc) is a disaster we are sleepwalking into - one that could lock the majority of our society's wealth further into the hands of authoritarian oligarchs who retain control of industry through last century private ownership models, while no longer needing to rely on us to operate their property.

But now we're seemingly not going to have the opposition we so desperately need, because everyone involved in the anti-AI conversation has pretty thoroughly discredited themselves and their movement by harbouring unconstrained reactionary nonsense, blatant falsehoods and woo. Instead of talking about who owns and benefits from cognitive automation, people are:

Demanding impossibilities like uninventing a now readily accessible technology

Trying to ascribe implicit moral value to said technology instead of the who is using it and how

Siding with corporations on copyright law in the name of "defending small artists"

Repeating obvious and embarrassing technical misconceptions and erroneous pop-sci about machine learning in order to justify their preferred philosophy

Invoking neo-spiritual conservative woo about the specialness of the human soul to try to incoherently discredit a machine that can quite obviously perform certain tasks just as well if not better than they can

Misrepresent numbers about energy use and environmental cost in an absurd double standard (all modern infrastructure is reliant on data centers to a similar level of impact, including your favourite fandom social media and online video games!) to build a narrative AI is some sort of malevolent spirit that damages our reality when it is called upon

It's a level of reactionary ignorance that has completely discredited any popular opposition to industrial AI rollout because it falls apart as soon as you dig deeper than a snappy social media post, or a misguided pro-copyright screed from an insecure web artist (who decries a machine laying eyes on their freely posted work while simultaneously charging commission for fan-art of corporate IPs... I'm sure that will absolutely resolve in their favour).

It would be funny how much people are fucking themselves over with all this, except I'm being fucked over to, and as a result am really quite mad about the situation. We need UBI, we need to liberate abundance from corporate greed, what we don't need is viral posts about putting distortion filters on anime fan-art to ward off the evil mechanical eye, pointless boycotts of platforms because they are perceived to have let the evil machines taint them, or petitions to further criminalize the creation of derivative works.

[sharieb]

Can I request headcanons where Lads men reacting to shy Non MC Reader giving him a love letter before dashing off like the wind please? - 🌕 anon

Signed, Shyly Yours

Pairing: LADs x shy! Non-MC reader

Genre: Fluff Writer's note: This one was really cute to write🥰🤭

You sneak the letter onto his clipboard just before his break, practically bouncing on your toes.

“I-uh-thank you-no wait- just- read it later! Bye!” you say, almost tripping as you dash away.

He’s left blinking. Holding the letter like it might detonate.

Did she just…?

He excuses himself to his office. Alone, silent, still.

He reads every word. Slowly. Twice.

You wrote about how safe he makes you feel. How you didn’t think someone as calm and brilliant as him would ever look your way.

Zayne stares at the letter, cheeks flushed, fingers trembling slightly as he reads every word slowly.

His throat tightens.

She sees me like that? But… I see her like that too. Every time she helps. Every time she smiles.

He presses the letter against his chest, eyes closed, as if trying to hold your feelings close.

Then he folds it neatly and puts it in the inner pocket of his coat.

When he sees you later, he tries to keep his cool but his voice wavers.“Thank you… for the words.”

He clears his throat, cheeks tinged pink, and softly adds, “They… made my day better. You always do.”

Later, he leaves a mug with your name, a little snow bunny figure made from his evol and a tiny note: “If you want to talk more… I’m here.”

You catch him watching you shyly from across the room, hands fiddling nervously with his coat.

You give it to him after his workshop ends, cheeks red as fire. “This is so dumb- no, just… just read it, please!”

And then you're sprinting off before he can say anything, nearly tripping on your way out, escaping his stunned gaze..

He stares after you, then down at the letter, his mouth slightly open, with his hand still outstretched holding the sealed envelope which he's now clutching as if it’s the most precious thing in the world... “...What just happened?”

Opens it right there, dead centre in the studio.

As he reads your words, your breathless, vulnerable admissions about how much colour he’s brought to your world, how dazzling he seems, he goes still. She... she wrote this for me? Me?

For once, he’s speechless. No witty remark. No dramatic flourish.

Just soft, stunned silence and a quiet, amazed smile that slowly lights up his entire face. “You beautiful, brave little thing,” he murmurs.

He’ll paint something that night. Inspired by your letter. By the way, your voice cracked when you fled.

A flower you love, every brushstroke infused with the warmth of your confession.

He also added little constellations in the background to reflect your presence in his world.

He keeps glancing at the letter between brushstrokes, rereading it with the sort of expression people wear when holding onto something too fragile to let go.

He’ll wait a day. Maybe two. Then corner you with the painting and say, grinning. “If I write one back, do I have to run too? Or are you the only one allowed to make dramatic exits now?”

When you blush fiercely, he laughs softly, the sound more tender than teasing, and gently squeezes your hand. “Next time,” he murmurs, voice low and warm, “stay a little longer. I want to hear you say it with that lovely voice of yours.”

During a lively friend group outing, you manage to slip Caleb the letter when no one is paying close attention.

His fingers brush yours for a heartbeat longer than necessary.

“Just-um. Read it later, please,” you mumble, cheeks flushed, before darting away into the crowd.

Caleb blinks, momentarily frozen amidst the laughter and chatter, then stares at the letter like it’s glowing. She… wrote this? For me?

He tucks it into his jacket pocket, fingers lingering there, unable to stop smiling like an idiot.

He excused himself from the group just to open it in private, naturally.

Inside, your writing is slightly crooked, shaky, filled with nervous confessions about how long you’ve admired him, and how you never felt brave enough to say it.

His thumb lingers over his name written in your handwriting.

He reads the letter twice.

And then again. She likes me. She’s been watching me this whole time. And she ran

Later, as the group pauses near a café, he casually appears beside you with your favourite drink, softly saying, “I got your message.”

When you look up, he just shrugs, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. “You run fast… but I’m faster.”

The way he keeps stealing glances at you throughout the outing makes your heart do little flips.

One evening, you find your gear prepped perfectly, your notes reviewed, and a silent note scrawled across the top sheet: "Thanks for seeing me. I've been looking too."

It’s the kind of quiet promise that makes your heart race.

Over the next few days, Caleb finds little moments to be near you, offering a hand when you least expect it, lingering a little longer in your presence, his steady flame growing warmer in your orbit.

You leave the letter on his desk at the Hunters Association heart hammering, “For you. Just… when you have time.”

And then you practically all but teleport out of the U.N.I.C.O.N office area.

He blinks, surprised, then carefully opens it, cheeks tinting pink as he reads your trembling words. “She… wrote this for me?”

He thinks to himself, a shy smile spreading, his fingertips brushing the page like it might vanish if he isn’t gentle.

He reads it again, and again, expression softening with each pass. There's a rare sparkle in his eyes, like a new constellation has just appeared.

That night, he reprograms the starscape above his bed to match the night you met.

As soft light pools across the ceiling, he whispers your name to the stars like a promise, feeling a quiet joy bloom in his chest.

The next morning, a thermos of tea appears on your desk, warm and labelled in his neat handwriting: “For steady hands and shy hearts.”

When you visit him later at his apartment, you find your favourite blanket folded on his couch and a cup of tea waiting, with a sticky note reading: “I read it. I liked it. I like you.”

Xavier watches you from the kitchen, ears red to the tips, trying not to fidget with the sleeve of his jumper. “Would you stay a little longer today?” he asks, voice gentle, almost unsure.

When you sit beside him, he offers you a cushion and tucks the blanket around your legs, his fingers brushing yours.

“You don’t have to run anymore,” he murmurs, almost inaudibly. “Unless… you want me to chase you.”

And when you glance over, you find him smiling shyly into his tea, like he can’t quite believe you’re really there, but he hopes you’ll never leave.

You slide the letter into his hand while he’s distracted, and he nearly drops it in surprise. “Don’t open it until I’m gone.”

You whispered, voice trembling slightly, before disappearing like a ghost into the shadows of the base.

Sylus raises a brow, then cracks the seal with a teasing smirk that fades into wide-eyed shock.

He rereads your words three times, cheeks pink, caught off-guard by your honesty, a rare softness blooming behind his teasing eyes. “A secret admirer, huh?”

He murmurs, voice low and amused, but his ears betray him, tinged pink as he looks away briefly with a sparkle in his eye.

Later, when he finds you lounging around, he leans casually against a wall just to catch your attention, teasing, “Next time, give me a warning. I nearly died waiting.”

As you try to run when he moves closer, Sylus quickly uses his evol to catch you effortlessly, keeping you in place. "Ah, ah, ah. And where do you think you're going, Angel?"

He soon sat down on the couch you were lounging on just a moment ago, and then used his evol again to make you sit on his lap this time. “Tsk. What, you thought you could outrun me, doll? After dropping something that bold?”

He smirks, clearly enjoying how flustered you are in his arms.

When you blush and stumble over your words once again, he just grins wider and adds, “Don’t worry, I liked it. All of it. Especially how you ran.”

Then, quieter, as his gaze lingers on your lips. “If you wanted my attention… You already had it.”

That night, he finds himself rereading the letter under the dim light, fingers tracing your handwriting, smirking to himself as his heart flutters a little lighter and a little more tangled than before, in a way he never admits out loud.

The next day, a single black feather-shaped pin shows up clipped discreetly to your bag, a subtle mark that you’ve caught the attention of someone dangerous… and someone who’s always watching.

Over the following days, Sylus's usual cocky attitude softens around you; he finds himself more protective, more attentive, more... fond. Almost domestic, in his own mischievous way, as if your confession unlocked something unexpected in him.

You catch him waiting outside the rooms you’re in, intercepting anyone who seems to be bothering you, and occasionally offering you his coat with a smug. “You looked cold. Or maybe I just wanted an excuse.”

LADS dividers made by: @uzmacchiato

[kdh-tally]

Hi! If your requests are open, is there a chance you can write a oneshot about Mystery and Zoey from Kpop Demon Hunters? They're my favorite characters. I know all of the Saja Boys, except Jinu, are unfeeling demons, but I'm choosing to disregard what's canon. For the story, I was thinking of a scene where Mystery notices Zoey ogling Abby's abs. Seeing this makes Mystery jealous and self-conscious, and he asks himself, "What does he have that I don't have?" I would also lol if Mystery then starts barking at Abby.

Prompt : Mystery is a tad bit insecure

Author's Note : A tad bit on the longer side maybe?

Mystery didn’t intend on enjoying the idol life so much. Jinu had to spend most of his time persuading him out of the four other boy-band members. Mystery had enjoyed his home in hell to some degree. There was nothing to do really, and he wasn’t disturbed as long as Gwi-ma remained focused on someone else.

Of course there were still voices. The voices were always there. Well, they were. Jinu, the idiot, had the bright idea to debut their little boy band sooner than needed.That’s how he and the other 3 boys found themselves being shoved into a sketchy alleyway. 

“Look good!” he whispered yelled orders at them. The boys groaned in unison, annoyance visible in their tones but they listened anyway. 

Mystery was the first one turning the corner. He heard silent squeals coming from the other end but couldn’t see what was going on. He tilted his head slightly, hair flowing gracefully in the wind. The other boys seeing this copied his move, making it look synchronized and purposeful.

He took note of the three girls. Two of them seemed to be fangirling over Abby’s muscles, he didn’t understand why Jinu gave them such basic names, and the other girl looked so done with the situation. 

The girl that stood in the center, short with little space buns, began to turn red. She was the first human he’d noticed and, not that anyone could tell, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. But there were more important things than a cute human girl. Especially when she was a hunter that killed his king for a living. 

Killed them with her voice. Her beautiful, gentle, siren… 

“Mystery?” someone interrupted his thoughts. The man hadn’t even noticed that they had passed by the girls already and were standing near the center of the market place.

“What is it Baby?”

“You need to lock in”

“What the hell does that even mean?” Mystery scoffed at the new terminology the youngest demon had begun using. Baby seemed to really enjoy human humor.

“We’re about to perform so focus you idiot”

—

Jinu never seemed to run out of dumb ideas. None of the boys knew how they found themselves camping outside of the fan sign hall. All Mystery could remember was playing this game called Valorant or something of the sort, only to be summoned away to the front of a line. 

As they were letting it Mystery understood everything. Jinu wanted to flirt with his girl- enemy. Yep. Ignoring the sudden fuss when the purple lady said the groups would sit together, Mystery quickly found himself sitting beside the girl with the space buns again. 

He quickly learnt that her name was Zoey and she was the main rapper of the group. This shocked him slightly seeing as she was so bubbly and sweet. He’d honestly thought the scary pink lady was the main rapper, but seeing as Baby was their rapper he should've known better.

Eventually, Mystery mustered up the courage to ask her a question only to be interrupted by a fan. How dare they interrupt him? He didn’t even notice he was barking at them to scare them away until Zoey began to chastise him for it. 

“No! Bad Saja Boy!” she shamed, tapping his head with the pen until he calmed down. Mystery slouched back into his chair, what was coming over him?? From just two seats across, he could hear Baby snickering at him.

As he watched Zoey reassure the fan that everything was alright, why did she have to hold the fans hands???, he realized this feeling might have started to become a bigger problem than he thought it would be. —

The battle was over. Gwi-ma was finally defeated and the underworld was closed up for good. With the odd stillness that followed, Mystery found himself in a strange place. He found himself at peace. Well.. kinda?

He still couldn’t sleep properly as he wasn't used to the silence of the overworld at night, and his hair still got frizzy and big when it was humid, and sometimes Baby stole his earrings, but all in all, it was fine. Livable. Manageable. Different.

The dance practice room was empty aside from him and Zoey. The floor-to-ceiling mirrors stretched across the front wall, reflecting the two of them. Zoey in her grey sweats and a tiny white crop top (which was so unfair), and Mystery, slouched on the floor, playing dead.

“You’re not even trying to learn the moves,” Zoey said through a laugh, twisting her water bottle open.

“I am,” he groaned. “Just give me a week to actually get interested first.”

Zoey rolled her eyes at his dramatic behaviour, something that only ever seemed to pop out around her. “That choreography isn’t even that hard.”

“Says the girl with demon hunter blood and abs. This must be so easy for you.”

Zoey blinked. “Excuse you?”

Mystery sat up, one knee drawn up, resting an arm on it as he spoke, “It’s distracting.”

“You’re distracting,” she said pointedly, and then immediately flushed when she realized what she said. “I mean..!”

Mystery smirked, tying his hair up into a bun. He was fully aware of the fact that Zoey believed he was ‘just her type’ and took full advantage of it whenever he could. “You think I’m distracting?”

“I meant your weird slouchy pose was distracting,” Zoey huffed, face red, eyes looking everywhere but his face as she sipped her water too fast.

He liked this. The way her cheeks puffed when she was annoyed. The way she was clearly trying not to look at him while fixing her buns. The way she…

Stopped. Right in front of the mirror.

“Oh my god,” she said, squinting at the mirror.

“What?”

“I look jacked,” she whispered, checking her arm. “Is this what Abby feels like all the time?”

Mystery’s smile faded. “Abby?”

“Yeah. Look at this.” She lifted her arm slightly, flexing, and raised a brow in approval. “No wonder people like his stage presence. He’s a wall of charisma and strength.”

Mystery’s eye twitched. “What does he have that I don’t?” he muttered.

Zoey turned. “Hm?”

“Nothing!” Mystery said too fast. “Just… practicing the dance moves.”

Zoey snorted. “Sure you are. Just like how you were 'barking to protect our image' at the fan sign.”

Mystery’s eyes narrowed. “That fan was sketchy. Their aura was weird.” Aura was a word Baby taught him.

“Uh huh. You were jealous,” she teased, walking past him to grab her towel.

“I was not,” he lied poorly. “I’m incapable of jealousy. Demon, remember?”

“Right,” she dragged, throwing the towel at him. “And I’m incapable of sarcasm.”

She left him there on the floor, towel over his head, ego bruised. But even as she walked away, Mystery found his eyes trailing her again. He hated how soft he’d become.

Hated how often his thoughts drifted back to that first fan sign. To the first time he saw her in the overworld. Laughing. Blushing.

She'd been so red when they passed her in the alleyway, her and Mira swooning over Abby’s opened shirt while she looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her whole. He’d noticed her immediately. And it wasn't just because she was cute. (Okay, that was part of it.)

It was because she was human. So very human. Something he, at the time, didn’t realise he would want so bad. And yet she’d stayed in his mind like a song he couldn’t stop humming.

Even now, months later, with the world no longer ending and his contract with Gwi-ma gone, Mystery still found himself aching whenever she looked at someone else with even a fraction of the warmth she gave him.

Abby. Abby.

The name echoed in his mind again like some cursed chant. Summoning courage, he stood and marched up behind her. “You didn’t answer me.”

Zoey glanced at him in the mirror. “About?”

“What does he have that I don’t have?”

Zoey blinked. “Wait. You were serious?”

Mystery folded his arms. “I barked at a fan for you. I gave up my spot as center for that weird duet stage. I let you touch my hair. That’s practically marriage in demon culture.”

Zoey’s jaw dropped in laughter. “Mystery, I pat everyone’s head when they’re being a weirdo.”

“You don’t call everyone a good boy.” he pointed out.

Zoey flushed bright pink. “That was one time! I was trying to calm you down!”

“It worked.”

“Stop being dramatic.” Zoey laughed, softer this time, walking closer.

He hated how fast his heartbeat got when she stepped into his personal space.

“You’re not Abby,” she said gently.

“I know that,” he huffed.

“But you’re Mystery,” she added, poking his chest, her eyes peering into his. “You’re weird and intense and accidentally funny and overly stylish. And I like that.”

Mystery blinked. “Wait. What?”

Zoey turned, clearly trying not to look at him anymore. “Don’t make me say it again.”

“You like me?”

“Don’t push it.”

“I’m pushing it,” he said, stepping beside her. “You said you like me.”

“Fine,” Zoey grumbled. “I like you.”

Mystery grinned.

“I knew barking was the right way to go.”

“Don’t make it weird.”

“I’m going to bark at Abby next time I see him.”

“No!”

But Mystery was already planning it.

If he had a heart, it would be doing cartwheels.

He glanced at her reflection again, her cheeks warm, eyes shy, and something settled in him.

“Hey,” he said suddenly.

Zoey looked up.

“I like you too. Even if your abs are unfair.”

Zoey broke into laughter, her head tilting back.

And for once, Mystery didn’t mind the quiet that came with the over world. He didn’t mind the quiet anywhere as long as it meant he could listen to the girl he probably shouldn’t have fallen for, laugh her heart out.

[munsonify]

shy girl

pairing. steve harrington x fem!reader

summary. steve harrington finds himself entranced with achingly shy, quiet costumer at family video

content warnings. fluff, steve being a flirt, softie!steve, shy&quiet!reader, no use of y/n, pining, unestablished relationship, cutie patootie steve, r finding her confidence

word count. 2970

a/n. we all know ariel is a yapper when she has her voice so i’m writing this where r starts yapping when she isn’t so nervous and shy cause i can

disney princess collection

steve saw a lot of people come and go from family video. he didn’t have a knack for remembering who he’s seen come in, faces eventually blurring together the longer he worked there, the more hours he was given. there were regulars that came in, some of which he remembered vaguely. it’s hard to forget when someone comes in and rents out the same movie for the third time in a row, or picks up a particularly odd movie to watch. him and robin tended to gossip when that happened, so maybe that’s why folks like that were more likely to be committed to his memory.

there were exceptions to that, and you were absolutely apart of it.

from the moment you stepped foot into the store, head hung a little low, beelining your way towards the romcom section, steve was paying full attention to you. normally he wouldn’t pay any mind to customers when they came in, only assisting them in finding a movie if they asked, ringing them up while barely looking them in the face. you caught his eye.

you’re quick footsteps were what drew him in at first, though your looks were what kept him engaged. he only caught a glimpse of you at first as you hustled towards the back of the store, desperate to find the movie you were searching for. it was enough to have him double taking, eyes tracking your movements. steve, as nonchalantly as possible, went back to sliding more returned movies onto the shelves, now a little unfocused. it was only him in the store, so he knew he’d get the chance of a better look at you, to speak to you. a part of him wished robin was with him to see him in action, to prove to her that he wasn’t always striking out.

out of the corner of his eye, steve saw you shuffle your way up to the counter, two tapes in hand. with a deep breath, he turned on his feet, walking behind the counter to ring you up.

“hey beautiful,” he greeted not as smoothly as he planned. steve was fumbling with the scanner when he spoke, tripping over his feet slightly. he straightened up his back on instinct, offering a toothy smile to you. warmth spread across your face at his words, quickly handing him the movies to rent. he noticed the way you became flustered, mentally applauding himself as he gently took the tapes from your hand. “find what you were looking for okay?”

“hi, yeah,” you whispered out, a little unsure what to do with yourself, or how to accept the compliment he’d given you. you wondered if he said that to a lot of the girls that came in, and he was only being nice. when you didn’t say anything else to him, steve’s eyebrows quirked up in confusion. for someone who seemed interested and flustered at his compliment at first, you sure had a weird way of showing it.

after scanning the three tapes you’d brought up, steve gently slid them across the counter, offering up a charming smile. he watched as your eyelashes fluttered at the sight of it, your throat bobbing slightly as you swallow. now, he was even more confused than before. he watched as you handed him over a ten after he told you the total, his hands fumbling with your change as he thought through his next course of action.

“have a good rest of your day, beautiful, enjoy the movies,” steve settled on, the same charming smile as before. you gave him a small smile as you take the change from his hand, skin grazing against his, making you a little weak in the knees. you forced a small smile to him, one you wanted to be natural - a smile you knew you meant -, before grabbing the tapes and turning on your heels to leave.

steve watched as you leaved perplexed. he was glad robin wasn’t here to see that, maybe he was always striking out.

———

three days had passed since you’d come into family video, and you were still on steve’s mind. as pretty as you are, you had confused him a little. he’d gone straight to robin that night, rambling on about the conversation over the phone to her while she was working on her homework. all robin did was brush it off as if it was nothing, despite it plaguing his mind.

“maybe she just wasn’t into you, dingus. not everyone has to enjoy your flirting.”

obviously steve knew that. he’s been turned down dozens of times, and while it bruised his ego a little, he respected that. he let it go, because at the end of the day, it really wasn’t that big of a deal. with you it was a different. he truly thought you were into his compliment, taken aback by his flirting in a good way. he’s usually good at taking a hint. this just didn’t seem like that to him.

the moment steve saw you walk back into the store, his eyes lit up. this was his chance to try and get another read on you, to see if he was completely off base. you were quick to find your way to the front counter, your head on a swivel as you look around for someone to assist you.

you’d worked yourself up all morning to walking back in the store to return the movies you rented. you wanted to have something of use to say, to have any sort of reaction that wasn’t simply standing there awkwardly. all you thought of for the last couple days was the way steve smiled at you, the way he complimented you with such confidence, the way he seemed so casual with his flirting.

your eyes went wide when you watched him approach the counter, slipping back behind it to assist you again. you were hopeful he was working, to catch him at the right time. you were grateful you did. he looked just as handsome as you remembered. steve gave you the same charming smile he gave you earlier in the week, confident to redeem himself from something he didn’t need to.

“hey, i remember you,” steve said, looking you dead in the eyes, soft and inviting. “sixteen candles, right?”

you nodded quickly at his words, surprised he’d remembered you, let alone one of the movies you’d rented. you gave him a small smile as you gently handed him the tapes. you tried your best to make small talk, even if you were a little awkward with it. “yeah, it was good.”

you watched as steve marked the movies as returned in the computer system, before setting them aside in a bin for him to rewind later. unsure what to say, you gave steve a small smile, pointing your thumb towards the door as you start walking away. still without much of an answer, he let you walk out, waving a goodbye to you, before calling out to you.

“can’t wait to see you back in again, beautiful.”

whether he was being polite or he genuinely meant what he said, those words made your heart begin beating out of your chest. you turn your head to look back at him with a small smile, nearly running into the door as you push your way out. the sight of it made steve chuckle, shaking his head as he watched you stumble out of the store. while he may not have much a read on you still, he was convinced you at least liked his compliments a little.

———

four more days passed by between visits, though steve’s mind still stayed hooked on you. something about you drew him in. normally, he wasn’t one to gravitate towards quiet girls. he liked being around someone who could hold a conversation, who could laugh loud without a care in the world, who didn’t shy away from things. but you? you were intriguing, pretty, captivating. he kinda liked how quiet you were, it was different from what he’s used to. he was dying to know more about you.

you’d felt the same way about steve. you liked how outgoing he was, how confident he could be. it wasn’t often, if ever, that you were flirted with. especially not this boldly, not out in public without a care in the world. you yearned for the day you got to see him again.

a horror movie was calling your name as you found your way towards the video store again, a hint of hopefulness in your body as you step out of your car, shuffling your way towards the entrance. a large smile plastered on your face the moment your eyes found steve through the large window. you contained it the best you could as you opened the door, the bell jingling above you to notify him that someone had entered.

he was behind the counter today as you entered, fumbling around with a tape he was rewinding. steve’s head lifted up at the sound of the door opening, back straightening up from its hunched form at the sight of you. he watched you smile small and wave, fingers wiggling slightly as you walk towards the counter. he smiled along with you, eyes curiously dancing across your face, watching you stop in front of the counter.

“hey,” steve greeted, sitting the tape down. he stared down at you, noticing the way your fingers fumbled with each other.

“hey,” you responded, staring up into his eyes, still a little shy. normally, you’d go searching for the movie on your own, seeing what catches your eye. you liked browsing in peace. but now that you’d met steve? you wanted nothing more than an excuse to talk to him. “do you have any good horror movies in?”

steve was quick to move from the counter, rounding around it, eager to help you find a movie. he ushered you towards the horror section, making sure you were following him over before he started to ramble on. you stood just a few inches away from him as he began pointing through movies, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of him, his expensive cologne wafting into your senses. it had your mind racing.

“we’ve got a lot right now,” he started. “if you’re looking for slashers we have sleepaway camp in, friday the thirteenth, prom night. i’d usually reccomend a nightmare on elm street, but i just rented it out this morning.”

you shook your head slightly, nose scrunching up his words. while you usually didn’t mind slashers, enjoyable at times, you were looking for something different. and hey, maybe you just wanted to hear steve keep talking, but that wasn’t the point. he gave you a small smile, walking over just a few inches to read off more movies.

“no slashers today, got it. we’ve got poltergeist, the shining, hellraiser,” he rambled off, pointing at each of them as he spoke. steve watched as you carefully reach for poltergeist, sliding it off the shelf and into your grip. you show it to him with a small smile.

“good choice,” he affirms, nodding his head towards the counter again, walking first as you follow. you hand him the tape once he finds his way back behind the counter, putting it under your name, before he scans it into the system. steve, as smoothly as possible, indirectly asks you a question that’s been weighing on his mind. “i’m sure you and your boyfriend are gonna love it.”

“boyfriend?” you squeak out quickly, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. the last thing you wanted was for steve to think you had a boyfriend. you were single, very single. you barely noticed the small, smug smirk that graced his lips, head turning to look at you slightly.

“no boyfriend, got it,” he noted in a whisper, though loud enough for you to hear. he handed the tape back to you, skin making contact just like the first time you’d interacted with him. you started to fist out some cash from your purse, only for steve to interrupt you in a smooth, quiet voice. “don’t worry about it, beautiful. it’s on me today.”

you look up at him in surprise, lips parting slightly as your mind starts to turn, looking for something to say. the smug smile that seemed to have a permanent place on his face was still there, his brown eyes soft and charming. he seemed insistent on it.

“you’re sure?” you asked quietly, a small from on your face. as sweet as it was, you didn’t want him to feel obligated to. not that you’d given him a reason to feel that way.

“absolutely,” steve told you, sincerity dripping from every inch of him.

“thank you,” you told him, voice still small, an appreciative smile replacing your frown. you fumbled with your purse while you began your journey out of the store. you gave him a wave goodbye before you exit, the bell leaving him in silence.

you realized quickly on your ride home that you should’ve invited him over to watch it with you. while he might not have been implying it, it just seemed like the right thing to do. steve was sweet, charming, and seemed as into you as you were into him. it would’ve been nice to watch the movie with the man. if only you weren’t so nervous around him. you could barely get a word out, let alone enough to ask him on a date.

———

it seemed your luck has run out on your fourth trip to family video. despite being excited to come back, only a day between trips, you must’ve came in on steve’s day off. up front today was robin, who was rewinding videos just like he was just the other day. you frowned as you not-so-casually looked around the store, slowly walking towards the front counter. the girl offered you a tight lipped smile as you approached her, setting the tapes down, noticing your eyes searching the store.

“looking for something?” robin asked, watching as you give her the same small smile. you shook your head, handing her the tape you’d been so kindly given by steve.

“no, just came to return this,” you told her, hands moving to meet each other in front of you, thumbs twiddling together. there was a disappointed look on your face she noticed quickly. robin was able to pinpoint exactly why the moment she’d taken a glance down at the name of the film. her lips quirked up in a smile, immediately going to search for your name in the computer system.

“it’s his day off,” she informed you without saying his name. you were quick to understand who she was talking about, of course you were. you hummed out quietly at her words, from deepening slightly. you were excited to see him, disappointed that you didn’t get to. so much so that you didn’t realize she knew you were looking for him. not until she continued to talk. “i was starting to believe you weren’t real, ya know. thought he was making you up for fun.”

heat rose up your neck and to your face robins words, one of your hands moving to the back of your neck to scratch awkwardly. you looked over at her expectantly, your heart beating fast. “he’s been talking about me?”

“god yeah,” robin told you, huffing out a breath of air. “he won’t shut up about you.”

you found yourself quoting him as you backed away from the counter, seeing yourself out as you spoke under your breath, words robin just barely caught. “good to know.”

———

the next time you were in family video, you didn’t have a single intention of getting a movie. the only thing you went in for was steve, to see his face, to hear his voice. you practically skipped through the front door when you noticed he was working today, an excited smile on your face as you found your way towards him. he had his back towards you putting away some movies, so he hadn’t noticed it was you who entered the store. not until you spoke to him.

“steve?” you called out in a soft voice, hands behind your back politely as you wait for him to answer. he was quick to spin around on his feet, an immediate smile on his face when he’d heard it was you. your voice was recognizable, especially because of how scarcely you used it. “hey.”

“hey, you,” steve responded, a cheesy look on his face as he sets everything down from his hands, arms crossing as his focus shifts to you.

“you weren’t here when i returned poltergeist, i didn’t get to tell you how i liked it,” you told him, an even cheesier look on your face. you watched as steve glanced between the watch on his wrist and robin, who was manning down the counter. it was a busy saturday, one of the only times there were two people on shift together.

he held up a finger for you to wait, a large smile on his face as he shuffles quickly over to the counter. he rested his forearms against the surface, leaning over to robin to speak in a low whisper. you watched curiously as they spoke together, seeing the girl shake her head in disbelief, a loud, exasperated sigh leaving her lips. steve seemed pleased with himself when he finally found his way back to you.

“convinced her to let me take my 30 minutes early. you can tell me all about the movie over lunch. deal?” he asked full of hope. his round, hazel eyes looked at you expectantly, soft and welcoming and intoxicating to look at.

“deal.”

[snarky-synesthete]

Fun fact: it’s a common misunderstanding that Shakespeare wrote in Old English! Shakespeare’s works are written in MODERN English, the same English we still use! The vernacular is different due to cultural & linguistic shift - different enough that it’s often called Elizabethan English & kind of considered a dead dialect - but it’s still Modern English!

Here’s an example of Old English, the first few lines of Beowulf:

We can recognize “we” and “in,” but not much else! TOO OLD.

Then we have Middle English. The most famous example is The Canterbury Tales:

Okay, we’re getting there: some words are clear to us, some words we can pretty much figure out, but others are still Too Old. (Although, interestingly, if you heard someone speaking it, your ear would hear more than your eyes could read.)

And now, some Shakespeare…Sonnet 147:

My love is as a fever, longing still

For that which longer nurseth the disease,

Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,

Th’ uncertain sickly appetite to please.

My reason, the physician to my love,

Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,

Hath left me, and I desperate now approve

Desire is death, which physic did except.

Past cure I am, now reason is past care,

And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;

My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are,

At random from the truth vainly expressed:

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,

Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

(Presented without comment on the bitter yearning inherent to Dean & Castiel’s relationship. Y’all know why you’re here.)

All this to say…

It would NOT be hard to write Dean & Cas cursed to speak Elizabethan English. A few things to remember:

- The rhythm Shakespeare uses is iambic. It seems to be his most defining trait. He used it in his dialogue to bring emphatic notice: “What is being said?” When this poetic style is well-performed, it sounds to many folks like normal speech.

- (So normal, in fact, that I bet you didn’t notice that the whole previous bullet point was written entirely in iambic rhythm. English naturally lends itself to iambs. ^_^)

- “thee/thou” were FAMILIAR terms, while “you” was the more formal second-person address.

- not every verb needs the “est/eth” suffix. It’s better to just leave it out than to use it badly. Here’s an example:

So yeah. Shakespearean Destiel is NOT as daunting as it seems, so please go forth and write!!!

Spn Romeo+Juilette AU but it ain't an AU they just got cursed to only speak in old English, so their lives are more along the lines of Baz Luhrmann's 1996 interpretation-

There's shootouts and car chases and everything else, but Dean’s also running around biting his thumb at enemies...

ON THE OTHER HAND THO-

If it is more of an AU, then we'd get the stunning fits...

Imagine Cas+Dean in the iconic Angel and Knight costumes

That's all, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

[xxkissesforchanniexx]

Yandere SKZ Headcannons

genre: headcannons, smut warnings: DARK DARK stuff kinda-, gaslighting, emotional manipulation, violence, murder, etc. NSFW warnings below the cut request: ✓ 【 ❖ 】 this really took a whole lot of forcing mmyself to sit and write but i hope you enjoy it please make some small requests so i can get back into writing i'm so sorry I vanished for so long 🥀

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ. ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ.

NSFW: Rough sex, edging, dubcon, degradation, unprotected sex (lets NOT multiply), overstimulation, i think thats all?? read at your own risk!

𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗 - 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝/𝚂𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌

Yandere Chan is a proud guy, why wouldn't he be when he has you, so perfect and pretty and smart. He's the self-indulgent type who believes he deserves you even when you dont agree.

Yandere Chan has a whole shrine dedicated to you, your missing hair ties, the beads from your broken bracelet, that one pair of panties you couldn't find after you stayed over a few months ago.

Yandere Chan who convinced you he was the safest person you could be with, absolutely convincing himself he was better than anyone else for you.

Yandere Chan who watches you touch yourself because he told you to. Who'll edge you to the point of tears and only then reward you by fucking your brains outl.

Yandere Chan who uses a mirror to make you see how beautiful you look when he fucks you. "So pretty falling apart for me.."

Yandere Chan who presses his hand on your belly just to make you feel the pressure of him drilling into you. "You feel that? That's my fucking cock in your greedy cunt."

Yandere Chan that cums inside and fucks it deeper into you just to see the pathetic face you make.

Yandere Chan who locked you in a cage when you tried to leave. "Haven't I done everything for you? You don't get to choose if you leave."

𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠 - 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎/𝙸𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎

Yandere Minho who's been plotting on you for MONTHs before he dared approach you. hacking into all your socials just to see who you're talking to.

Yandere Minho who convinced sometimes violently all your friends who didn't like him to stop talking to you. Just to tell you "I'm all you need love."

Yandere Minho that ended your ex boyfriend, it was an accident really, and convinced himself that the scumbag deserved it. and later convinced himself this was okay, as long as it was for you.

Yandere Minho that shockingly knew everything you liked, totally not like he'd watched you for soo long.

Yandere Minho that treats you like a princess during sex, if a princess where to be tied up with ribbons. It's not just for the romance or the way you beg, it's so you can't touch him, because you talked to someone else, because you made him do that to another person. Again.

Yandere Minho who degrades you to the point of tears just to call you a good girl for taking it so well.

Yandere Minho that smiles to himself when he sees you getting out of bed the next morning wincing slightly bruises on your hips from where he gripped you so tightly.

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚋𝚒𝚗 - 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎

Yandere changbin is the type to try and go everywhere with you and when that isn't an option he'll check your location on his phone every ten minutes.

Yandere Changbin who shakes hands with a guy a little too hard after he flirted with you. And accidentally breaks the phone of someone who asked for your number.

Yandere changbin who promises cutely to protect you from everything that might hurt you. And really he does. People who have something to say usually just disappear.

Yandere Changbin who is the only one who can make you cry. And that's only when he's fucking you into the mattress where he can kiss them away and praise you "This pretty cunt was made for me."

Yandere Changbin that cages you against the wall for a quickie, who grabs your throat as he grinds into you.

Yandere Changbin who holds you down and makes you take it until your sobbing from overstimulation. "One more for me princess, I know you can take it."

𝙷𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚗 - 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝/𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎

Yandere Hyunjin who gaslights you until you're in tears then kisses your tears away and says he's the only one who's still there for you.

Yandere Hyunjin who writes love letters with little gifts for you, though he'd never give them to you. They're in a box, in the ceiling, each with a little memoir, the needle you pricked your finger with while stitching his jacket, the bandaid you wrapped on the back of your ankle when your heels hurt, a lock of your hair.

Yandere Hyunjin that paints you from memory, some cute things, some of his dreams for a future with you and children and some that are less than acceptable..

Yandere Hyunjin who makes you beg for it, edging you as punishment for something that was completely out of your control "You want it that bad? Apologize."

Yandere Hyunjin who refuses to admit he's become obsessed with the way his hand print looks on your ass.

Yandere Hyunjin who makes you lay there with his release on your chest while he sketches you. "You look so beautiful ruined like this."

𝙷𝚊𝚗 - 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎

Yandere Han knows just about everything about you. Your shampoo brand and scent, your schedule right to the very minute you usually get to your car, the extended family he hasn't even met yet. If you have even the slightest change, he's convinced someone is turning you against him.

Yandere Han who calls you late at night to hear your voice because it helps him sleep, and disguises it as a check in.

Yandere Han who has cameras in your house, "for safety." And to see just who goes in and out of your place.

Yandere Han who's jealous of all the people you've ever dated because "You must think of them sometimes! Do you hate me!?"

Yandere Han who is the sweetest boy when you have sex. At least until you're leaking his seed and he has to gawk at your pussy as if trying to nderstand that his release was inside you.

Yandere Han who pushes his cum back into you because you can't go wasting his seed like that.

Yandere Han who has no fear of being caught with his hand under your skirt or fucking you stupid in a public bathroom.

Yandere Han who when you're on top of him, begs you not to leave because, "I don't know what I'll do if you're not with me."

𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚡 - 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕

Yandere Felix thinks if he keeps pushing you, you'll fall more in love with him. because after all he's positive you are in love with him. Even when you scream no in his face, "you're just saying that because you're upset."

Yandere Felix talks to you when you're sleeping because he bel;ieves you'd agree with everythin g he said regardless. "And then we'll get married won't we?"

Yandere Felix who baked cookies with rat poison for the guy who flirted with you next door. For good measure of course.

Yandere Felix who talks you through every orgasm even when he's pushed you to the brink of overstimulation because you're feeling that way because of him.

Yandere Felix who insists on going in raw because "I promise I'll pull out," even though he doesn't. But the face you make when he cums inside just proves all the more you want it in there anyway.

Yandere Felix who goes from worshipping your body like its the last thing on earth to fucking you into the mattress like he might never see you again.

𝚂𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚖𝚒𝚗 - 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛

Yandere Seungmin doesn't have to yell or hurt you to do anything. He's the type to give you a disappointed look that shatters you, and gaslight you into believing he's all you have.

Yandere Seungmin subtly isolates you from everyone and has you believing its your choice.

Yandere Seungmin who records some of the stuff you say to use against you later because he can't be the only bad guy in this relationship.

Yandere Seungmin who makes you counts how many times he makes you cum. And if you lose count start again.

Yandere Seungmin who won't admit he's a control freak even in bed. Or that he likes it when you call him sir.

Yandere Seungmin who fucks you until you dont remember your damn name and makes you agree to things you wouldn't have before.

𝙸.𝙽 - 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙸𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎

Yandere Jeongin doesn't always mean to freak out over small things but when he does, destruction is massive. Between the accidentally broken plate and the time he almost fought your coworker, he's a bit impulsive

Yandere Jeongin who is "Say that again and see what happens" kind of guy. Whoi might just fight a store clerk for saying a shirt doesn't fit you well.

Yandere Jeongin who panics after an argument that had you storming for the door. Which he promptly slammed before yelling at you almost hysteric. He apologized right after becasue how could he do that to you.

Yandere Jeongin that has become very familiar with how to dispose of a body because accidents happen. That's what it always is, an accident.

Yandere Jeongin that holds you down and fucks you into next week after an argument where you said something less than agreeable. "You don't get to say that. Especially when your body keeps taking me like this."

Yandere Jeongin who cums inside every time, hoping to get your pregnant even though he has no clue what to do after, as long as you have a reason to stay.

Yandere Jeongin who admires the bruises he leaves on you after the whole ordeal because "How else will they know you're mine?"

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જ⁀➴ blue lock ; kahoot edition

synopsis: in which nine blue lock players are forced into a “team bonding” on kahoot! starring: isagi yoichi, rin itoshi, shidou ryusei, bachira meguru, reo mikage, nagi seishiro, chigiri hyoma, barou shouei, gagamaru gin, and kunigami rensuke

a/n: this took me an entire day to write, edit, and recover from emotionally TT i really hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed losing my mind making it. have fun, i hope your brain short-circuits at least once. enjoy the ride 💀🧹

[ isagi started a call. ]

isagi: okay—okay, everyone’s here, let’s just—

barou: if one of you makes a fart noise into the mic i’m blocking you

isagi: i didn’t even say anything yet 💀

shidou: YOOOOO START IT I’M FOAMING AT THE MOUTH. MY MOUSE IS READY TO VIOLENCE.

bachira: wait i can’t hear anything is that my mic or shidou screaming again?

reo: your mic’s fine. shidou can we please act like people for two seconds—

shidou: NAHHHHH I’M LOCKED IN CHAT

nagi: …i still haven’t opened it btw

barou: STOP BEING LAZY. OPEN IT. YOU TAP TWO BUTTONS AND YOUR WHOLE LIFE’S NOT THAT HARD.

gagamaru: gu—ys—wai—i—he—lp—

isagi: gagamaru are you STILL lagging???

gagamaru: i’m in a forest

rin: bro what

reo: are you in the middle of a national park right now—

gagamaru: it’s fine, i climbed higher. might have signal now… i think

shidou (laughing way too hard): MY GUY IS PLAYING KAHOOT FROM A BRANCH. A BRANCH.

barou (losing it): IF I LOSE TO SOMEONE USING TWIG SIGNAL I’M FLIPPING MY WHOLE SETUP.

rin: i hope this kahoot crashes

bachira: same but in a fun way

shidou: IM READY LET’S GOOOOO

isagi: okay okay i’m sending the game pin—we're not starting until everyone’s in, alright??

reo: someone tell nagi it’s not a visual novel he actually has to do something.

nagi (deadpan): idc. i’m just here to breathe and get questions wrong.

isagi: code’s 666420. join the kahoot. don’t pick dumb names this time.

chigiri: …that feels illegal.

bachira: OMG that’s my angel number!!!

Nagi: too lazy to type it. someone click for me.

gagamaru (faint, laggy): wai—don’t—start—i can’t—my screen’s—fro—

[ gagamaru left the call. ]

bachira: GAGAMARU NOOOO

reo: bro he’s gonna rejoin and say “wait what question are we on” when we’re on like #19

kunigami: wait what’s the code again i just got here—

shidou: THE CODE IS 666420—YOU’RE WELCOME! LOCK THAT IN YOUR MUSCLE BRAIN

chigiri: someone mute him PLS

[ gagamaru joined the call. ]

bachira: OMG TREE WIFI IS BACK

gagamaru: uhhh so signal’s kinda better now. a crow moved off the branch so that helped ig

reo: bro kicked karasu off the tree just to join kahoot

shidou: LMAO karasu somewhere in the woods like “damn my bad bro, didn’t know you were lagging”

isagi: ok who the hell just joined as @ben.d.over

everyone (talking at once): NAHHHH

kunigami: wait why’s everyone laughing what’s wrong with ben

rin: read it again slowly

kunigami: …oh my god

isagi: i’m ending this game already and we haven’t even started—

rin: i should’ve muted you all when i had the chance

reo: too late we’re in the trenches now

[messi_is_me has joined the game.]

[rin has joined the game.]

[HUGH MUNGUS has joined the game.]

[ben.d.over has joined the game.]

[richdaddyreal has joined the game.]

[leftthumbonly has joined the game.]

[imagine losing has joined the game.]

[EMPEROR_OF_GOALS has joined the game.]

[muscle_reaper7 has joined the game.]

[forestwifi_survivor has joined the game.]

isagi: bro who the hell is HUGH MUNGUS 😭

shidou (already dying): NAHHHHHHHHH whoever typed that needs jail and a hug

bachira: sobbing at ben.d.over omg pls whoever you are never change 💖💖💖

kunigami: this is actually a crime against maturity

reo: bro we’re in 8th grade again and it’s kinda fun ngl

gagamaru (still lagging): wait who’s hugh? did another person join??

barou: TCH. EMPEROR_OF_GOALS has ARRIVED.

everyone: bro. we KNOW it’s you 😭😭😭

isagi: ok BUT why is someone just rin 💀 that’s worse than being cringe

shidou: LMFAOOOO bro typed his name like it’s a school test

chigiri: nah bro said “i’m not like the other girls” and then picked nothing

rin: i am literally just rin. i have dignity. unlike the rest of you parasites.

bachira: ok “rin” 🙄✨

[ host clicks “start game” ]

[ kahoot music starts blaring ]

barou (mic BUSTED): LETS GO EMPEROR OF GOALS! I WILL ASCEND.

shidou (yelling over him): AYYYYYYY GET READY TO LOOOOOOOSEEEEE 🔥🔥🔥

bachira (cackling): MY EARS JUST LEFT THE CHAT 💀💀💀

chigiri: somebody MUTE THEM.

shidou (immediately): EZ. it’s RED. next question.

isagi: BRO DON’T SAY THE ANSWER DIMWIT 😭😭😭

reo: YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO SAY IT OUT LOUD YOU WALKING CONCUSSION

bachira: LMFAOOO not shidou speedrunning self-sabotage

kunigami: this is why we can’t have nice things

nagi: does that mean it’s not red? 🤨

gagamaru (from the trees): wait hold up i just got signal what did he say

barou: TCH. if you don’t know the answer, don’t play the game.

chigiri: bro has the audacity to scream the answer like it’s a flex

rin: first question and the stupidity’s already astronomical

shidou: ok but like. i was RIGHT tho. you’re welcome.

isagi: this isn’t a group project bro SHUT UP 💀

[ leaderboard after Q1: ]

🥇 ben.d.over 🥈 EMPEROR_OF_GOALS 🥉 messi_is_me 4th — leftthumbonly 5th — HUGH MUNGUS

barou: SECOND?! I AM THE EMPEROR. I DO NOT ACCEPT THIS.

isagi: how the hell am i losing to a guy named ben.d.over

shidou: i’m FIFTH??? i SAID the answer out loud 😭

reo: you helped everyone and still fumbled.

nagi: me being 4th is actually a miracle. i clicked by accident

gagamaru (finally loading): wait the leaderboard’s up?? guys. what place am i

chigiri: bro you’re not even on it 😭

rin: one question in and i already want to mute this entire call

bachira: #1 babyyyyy catch me if you cannnn

gagamaru (already overwhelmed): ok wait wait. it SAYS “red” but the box is BLUE! do i click the blue box that says red?? or the RED box??

reo: just click the one that says red 😭 it’s not a trick question

barou (yelling): NO—JUST PICK THE COLOR

gagamaru: WHAT—WHICH COLOR?? THE COLOR OF THE BOX OR THE COLOR OF THE WORD??

bachira: i’m wheezing he’s getting gaslit in 4K

shidou: bro’s fighting kahoot, barou, and his internet all at once 💀

kunigami: nah that was dirty i won’t lie lol i had an existential crisis

nagi: i think he just blacked out and clicked uno

isagi: whoever designed kahoot is actually evil for that one

barou: IF YOU FELL FOR THAT YOU’RE A MORON. WORDS OVER COLORS. THINK WITH YOUR HEAD.

rin (finally losing it): you are all COLORBLIND. you are COLOR. BLIND.

[ leaderboard after Q2: ]

🥇 leftthumbonly 🥈 ben.d.over 🥉 EMPEROR_OF_GOALS 4th — messi_is_me 5th — rin

gagamaru (finally catching up): NOOOO i should’ve clicked the blue one that SAID red

reo: bro that was 2 minutes ago 😭 you still processing??

nagi (deadpan): ayo??? how am i first

bachira: YOU??? i was #1 you fraud

barou: THIS IS AN OUTRAGE. EMPEROR OF GOALS WILL NOT STAND FOR THIRD.

isagi: i’m 4th. this is bullying.

bachira: wait bro where’s imagine losing 😭😭😭

reo: nah don’t tell me chigiri’s not even on the board 💀

shidou: bro’s the fastest in real life but couldn’t even click a button in time 😭

isagi: he’s got 40-yard dash speed but lagging in kahoot reflexes 💀

chigiri (furious): I MISCLICKED ONCE

barou: sounds like skill issue to me

chigiri: ok but when i beat all of you in sprints i don’t wanna hear a thing

shidou: not if kahoot beats you first 🫵

isagi: there is ONE correct answer here. and if y’all pick anything else i’m calling the cops

reo: WHAT IS THIS QUESTION??? 😭

bachira: i voted for my imaginary friend. he told me to

shidou: gagamaru’s wifi is NOT the goat that’s the villain 😭

gagamaru (suddenly cutting out): i clicked m– krrch —own wifi an— skshh—wait why— disconnects

[ gagamaru left the call. ]

chigiri: NAHHHHHHHHHH 😭😭😭 HIS WIFI TOOK IT PERSONALLY

reo: he clicked “gagamaru’s wifi” and it jumped him on sight 😭💀

shidou: HIS WIFI SAID “WHO’S THE GOAT NOW?” AND YEETED HIM OFF THE CALL 😭😭😭

bachira: self-inflicted lag. beautiful

barou (suddenly SCREAMING): WHY. IS. MY. REFLECTION. ON THIS DAMN LIST. WHO. PUT. THAT.

isagi: you sound mad for someone who looks in the mirror every 4 minutes

barou: I’M MAD IT’S EVEN AN OPTION. THIS BETTER BE THE CORRECT ANSWER OR I’M ENDING THIS GAME.

isagi: calm down emperor palpatine it’s not that deep

barou: SOMEONE CHANGE THE QUIZ NAME TO “WHO WANTS TO DIE TODAY”

shidou: NO LMAO SOMEONE GIVE HIM A POINT JUST FOR SELF-LOVE

[ leaderboard after Q3: ]

🥇 HUGH MUNGUS 🥈 leftthumbonly 🥉 ben.d.over 4th — richdaddyreal 5th — EMPEROR_OF_GOALS

isagi: HUGH MUNGUS???? bro HOW are you first 😭😭😭

shidou (screaming): LET’S GOOOOOOO I AM HIM 😤💥💪

bachira: how did he climb all that from the pits of dumbassery

barou (still fuming): you’re telling me my reflection wasn’t correct?? YOU’RE SAYING RONALDO OVER MY MIRRORED GLORY???

reo: it’s literally a real person vs. your gym selfie 😭

[ gagamaru joined the call. ]

gagamaru (reconnected, confused): wait i got booted mid-question did the wifi option win or what

isagi: nah bro your wifi sabotaged you 😭

gagamaru: my router’s holding a grudge i swear

rin: i hate that HUGH MUNGUS is at the top of the leaderboard. i actually hate this.

bachira: don’t worry rin, you’re top 1...IN SULKING SPEEDRUNS

rin: i hate all of you

reo: WAIT. IS THAT RIN IN A BALLGOWN 😭😭😭

isagi: YO WHO MADE THIS QUIZ. WHO DID THAT TO HIM 💀💀💀

nagi: nah he lowkey serving… but also threatening

shidou: bro looks like he’s about to hit a pirouette and a homicide 💃🔪

rin (furious): WHAT. THE HELL. IS THAT PICTURE.

bachira: you in your disney princess era bestie 😚

barou: ENOUGH. I BETTER NOT BE THE RIGHT ANSWER. I AM FASHION.

kunigami: you wore zebra pants with gold chains last week–

chigiri: don’t forget the crown and the “born to score” crop top

barou: SAY THAT AGAIN AND I’LL SCORE YOUR FUNERAL

gagamaru (still buffering): wait why is rin dressed like elsa

reo: can we circle back to the fact that I’m an option too??

bachira: yeah that’s for all your rich boy yacht outfits 😭

rin: WHO MADE THIS. WHO ACTUALLY MADE THIS.

shidou: these questions got more violent than blue lock itself 💀

isagi: nah fr. this isn’t trivia, this is targeted bullying

bachira: AND I’M ENJOYING EVERY SECOND 😍

[ leaderboard after Q4: ]

🥇 HUGH MUNGUS 🥈 ben.d.over 🥉 leftthumbonly 4th — EMPEROR_OF_GOALS 5th — messi_is_me

shidou (wheezing): BAROU WAS THE CORRECT ONE 😭😭😭😭😭😭

bachira: LMAOOOOOOO I’M ACTUALLY CRYINGGGG

barou (screaming from his soul): EXCUSE ME?!?!?!?!?!

reo: oh my god he’s gonna suplex the kahoot server

isagi: no bc the zebra pants were a crime and the quiz just confirmed it 💀

kunigami: justice has been served. with glitter and shame.

barou: WHO DECIDED THIS?? WHO HAS THE AUDACITY TO PUT EMPEROR OF GOALS AS A FASHION FAILURE

nagi: you wear gold chains to practice bro

chigiri: and you showed up in crocs once. crocs. with spikes.

rin: Y’ALL ARE LAUGHING AND I’M STILL IN A DAMN GOWN

gagamaru (delayed): rin look like he’s about to sing “let it go”

bachira: BC HE’S LETTING GO OF HIS DIGNITY

barou: THIS. QUIZ. IS. RIGGED.

reo: NAHHHH THIS QUIZ JUST WENT PERSONAL 💀💀💀

bachira: “rin (but he’ll never admit it)” is insane levels of violence 😭

nagi: picked blue. left foot supremacy

shidou: i picked yellow. i want drama 😈

isagi: bro this is less trivia and more emotional exposure therapy

rin (furious): WHY AM I EVEN AN OPTION. WHO ADDED THAT.

bachira: sorry rin ur tsundere lore is out 😚

shidou: “he’ll never admit it” is SO real tho

barou: I THOUGHT THIS WAS A GAME ABOUT SOCCER. WHY ARE WE IN A TELL-ALL CONFESSIONAL

kunigami: lowkey “the idea of being better than everyone else” might actually be the most accurate

gagamaru (late as always): wait did sae join the kahoot??

bachira: no but i wish he did just to see him pick “himself” and log out

rin: this quiz is sick. i’m reporting it.

shidou: what’s wrong rin. you don’t love yourself the way sae maybe does??? 😭😭😭

[ leaderboard after Q5: ]

🥇 HUGH MUNGUS 🥈 ben.d.over 🥉 leftthumbonly 4th — richdaddyreal 5th — EMPEROR_OF_GOALS

bachira: nooooo not “himself” 😭😭😭 SAE YOU SELF-LOVING BASTARD

isagi: bro really looked at love and said “me, myself, and i”

shidou: LMFAOOO RIN GOT LEFT ON READ BY HIS OWN BLOOD 💔💀

reo: can someone hug rin before he explodes

nagi: rin’s emotionally speedrunning all five stages of grief

barou: i don’t care if sae loves a brick, can we move on

gagamaru: wait so sae doesn’t love rin?? 😔

rin (low, dead inside): i’m. not. crying.

bachira: you’re just allergic to emotional damage??

shidou: guys don’t make fun of him. he’s top 1 in having a fictional situationship with his brother

isagi: can someone play sad violin noises over vc

reo: we need to end this before rin disconnects permanently 😭

nagi: yo is this next one the last question??

isagi: yeah yeah ONE MORE. FINAL ROUND. everyone breathe and brace!

isagi: WHAT AM I LOOKING AT

reo: WHY IS HIS APRON SO TIGHT WHO DID THIS

bachira: NOOOO HE LOOKS SO ANGRY YET SO SERVING 😭😭

nagi: this is the scariest and sexiest thing i’ve ever seen

shidou: TRUE. TRUE. TRUE. I CLICKED TRUE BEFORE IT EVEN LOADED

kunigami: what the actual hell is this quiz

barou (deranged screaming): WHO MADE THIS. WHO FOUND THAT PICTURE. I WILL END YOU.

isagi: bro why does he still look like he could bench press all of us in that outfit

gagamaru (in awe): wait fr… why is he kinda…

chigiri: no say it. we’re all thinking it.

gagamaru: …kinda bad

bachira: BADDER THAN YOUR WIFI 😭😭😭

rin: i think i'm gonna be sick..

shidou: maid barou supremacy forever. that apron’s doing heavy lifting

reo: he looks like he’s about to hand me a cupcake and then body slam me

barou (still unhinged): I’M ENDING THIS QUIZ. I’M DELETING KAHOOT. I’M BLOCKING ALL OF YOU

bachira: too late babe you're trending on maidtok 💅🧹

[ FINAL KAHOOT LEADERBOARD ]

🥇 HUGH MUNGUS 🥈 ben.d.over 🥉 leftthumbonly

shidou (screaming): I WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNN LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOO 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

bachira: NOOOOOOO WHY DID I GET SECOND 😭😭😭 i wanted the power

nagi: i was just pressing colors. what happened

isagi: i dropped from 3rd to off the podium like my stocks crashed bro

reo: wait. where the hell did I go. am i in NINTH??

kunigami: i’m BELOW gagamaru. and he picked options with lag.

gagamaru (re-entering from the woods): i think i clicked red but it was actually green and the crow started screeching again

chigiri: y'all just imagine me being the fastest in blue lock and the slowest in kahoot like shut the hell up

bachira: chigiri fumbled the click bag 💀

rin: i hate that HUGH MUNGUS is the winner. i genuinely hate it.

isagi: ok rules are rules… winner gets to choose anything, right?

shidou (with the most evil smirk): YES. and i’ve decided 😇

barou (already panicking): no. NO. WHATEVER IT IS, NO.

shidou: you… barou-sama…are going to wear. the maid outfit. AGAIN. 😈 but this time... we’re POSTING IT ON TWITTER 🧍‍♀️✨

barou (screeching): WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

bachira: LIVE YOUR TRUTH MAID KING 😭😭😭😭

reo: we are boosting the tweet. everyone turn on RTs

nagi: wait let me edit the photo. adding sparkles and cat ears rn

gagamaru: can we tag ego

kunigami: you are all going to hell gagamaru. DON'T

barou (frothing): I WILL UNPLUG EVERY ROUTER IN JAPAN. I SWEAR.

shidou (typing on phone already): caption: "maid barou ready to serve AND score 🧹💘"

rin: i’m leaving. i’m logging off. this is brain rot.

bachira: SEE Y’ALL AT THE NEXT KAHOOT 😍🎉

[ vc disconnected ]

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[fresne999]

Pulling out of the tags since it's relevant to a project.

Some backstory (and this will loop back evenually), the day / day after the June 14 No Kings protests, alt nat parks was posting there were 12 million protesters, which in the moment "yay!" but then after there some folks going um...really.

So, while my bias is that media under-reports protests, to be a person interested in facts is to acknowlege bias and then get data to prove / disprove said bias.

To wit, We Dissent has been running a count (as well as a fine set of protest maps) of the various mass protests. You can add values here, or see the running total here and the list of protests here.

At the time, they only had about 40% of the list filled in, and a quick glance told me they didn't have a lot of the mid-sized cities and large towns. So I got their list of events, did a comparison to what they had and started looking up location by location protests they didn't have data for. I realize there are actual organizations that do this kind of thing, but it's also not data that most of us have access to. So, having this resource updated will help in future protests to go, "hmmm...the protest I went to was x% larger than the last one, and there are y more protests, so I'd kind of expect that the total # will fall into x-y range, and if someone says "OMG ZZZ people showed up," I'll know it's a wild exageration.

Now being a completist means that I didn't want to skew the number by skipping the small very local protests happening in the small towns, which often don't have town newspapers.

A moment for the loss of local small town media.

But there is a rich source of data out there. Social media. But looking at FB means I'm also seeing the posts by the MAGA folks. Which to a fault always say, "There were only 10 people there." or "They looked so miserable," the occasional "bet they were paid" and then some often genuinely worrying threats toward those folks safety. On continued digging, the next 5-10s posts would be images of 50, 100, 200 people having a grand time with color signs.

Its a really interesting contrast between what is actually going on, versus what's actually going on. Though, at the time of writing this, their list is 64% of the way filled in. Which is better than 40%.

Germaine to all of that, a fascinating video that ties into the above about why gutting bureaucracy results in short lived empires.

I appreciate that Andor and Rogue One showed us that the bad guys aren't having a good time. Oppression is unimaginative, dull, shallow, reductive. The lies required to sustain it chafe against the moral conscience. And every scheming military officer working for the glory of the Empire is one misstep away from being tossed into the destructive machine they helped create - and they know it.

[wonyology]

The Years Next Door (m!reader x Babymonster's ASA) - part II

part I - part III (coming soon)

Summary: Enami Asa - one of, if not the most important person in your life - moved in next door a few years ago. You didn't know back then. It started with awkward first meeting, family dinner and dish washing duty. Looking back now, you still remember it like yesterday. When did things change between two of you? You don't know for sure - but you know that once it changed, no going back for you two.

tag(?): fluff, lots of fluff, maybe fluff only

ASA x yourself/Original Male Character

Word count: ~6.8k - uhm, you guys can read and try to figure out what happens next, have fun reading~~

Also, give your boy a follow if you like what i write

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 That morning, you woke up feeling different. Sunlight spilled just a bit through your window curtains, giving you that feel good Disney vibe. Yesterday… yesterday was... definitely something. Your eyes hadn’t fully opened yet but they were squinting like crazy as you were reminiscing about her. She called you sunbae, she called you nice, she agreed to go around the neighborhood with you. For a teenager, life hadn’t felt this exciting in a while. 

 Getting up from bed, you walked around a bit before sitting on your study desk chair, taking in the little bit of sunlight that wasn’t covered by the curtains. Reaching out to open the curtains, the familiar view from your room welcomed you. But something changed yesterday, Asa and her family moved in. Just right across from your room, there had always been a window - could that also be her room? You glanced at the clock on your desk, 7:36AM. Should i text her right now? - you thought.

[준혁선베🥋]

hii

are u up yet?

[김아사🌸]

guess ㅋㅋ

You smiled, unconsciously. Thinking of how to reply when she texted back.

[김아사🌸]

you didn’t reply to my text last night

that’s rude, sunbae

 Ohh, right. You were in cuckooland last night because of her, didn’t even remember to reply back. Stupid. Stupid you.

[준혁선베🥋]

uhm… i’m sorry

what time are u free this morning? does 9am work?

i’ll buy u something to eat at the convenience store as an apology…

[김아사🌸]

9am sounds good 

*loopy thumbs up emoticon*

i’m just kidding tho, i’m not mad at you

 You felt relieved - like you just lost 10kg. Looking out the window, you snapped a quick photo of the one directly across from your room before sending the photo.

You sent a photo.

[준혁선베🥋]

is this your room window? it’s across from mine

sorry if it’s not. i’m not trying to be weird…

 Feeling both nervous and excited, you looked at the window. Someone was opening the curtains, you prayed to some supernatural force just for it to be Asa. Please be Asa, please be Asa… The curtains parted a bit, just enough for someone to peek their head out. 

 It was her. Yes!!! Her hair was slightly messy - like it was freshly combed, a few soft strands stuck on her cheeks, eyes puffy from sleep. Cute. So freaking cute. She blinked a bit before waving at you, that graceful beauty of hers made you feel like time just slowed down for the both of you. You knew better than to act like an idiot who just fell in love, not wasting any time smiling and waving back. She then pulled her head back from the window, maybe out of shyness. You stepped away from the window too, crashing right back into the chair with a thudding heartbeat. Glancing at the clock, it was 7:45AM.

[김아사🌸]

see u ㅎㅎ

can u come to my house later???

[준혁선베🥋]

ㅇㅋ (okay), see you later

 Hands running through your hair as millions of thoughts went through your mind, trying your best to keep it together. It wasn’t a date. You were just showing her around the neighborhood, as a friend - no big deal, just being nice, like she said last night. But still, you gotta get freshen up. Can’t go out showing Asa around looking like the neighborhood’s dummy. 

—

 You stand in front of the mirror, towel wrapped around your waist, hair still damp from a rushed shower. “Why do I have nothing to wear?” you muttered.  This was your first time in a while having such a dilemma choosing what to wear. Putting on a pair of clean-fit black pants, a “polite” white t-shirt and the nicest looking jacket you owned. Was it too much? Was it not enough? Was it just about? Whatever. Don’t overthink, it’ll do for now. You’ll hop on IG and look for some new clothes later if  this thing between you two ever works out.

 You then sprayed on four cautious sprays of the cologne that mom got for you on your last birthday. You didn’t know why a teenager your age needed cologne, but somehow, mom knew the best. Love you, mom. It smelled nice, just right, not too strong. Checking yourself out in the mirror once again, just to make sure you looked nice.

 Chill out, act normal. It’s not a date.

 Running downstairs, you slid your phone in your pocket before telling mom and dad you wouldn’t be having breakfast with them as you got plans, not mentioning Asa.

 “Are you meeting up with Asa?” your mom asked.

 You stopped dead in your tracks and turned around. “Uhm…”

 “The cute little girl next door. Your dad said he saw you two waving at each other this morning.” mom said while smiling lovingly.

 “Yeah, I’m just… showing her around. She’s new here”

 “Mm-hm.” Your mom nodded, eyes twinkling like she’s already imagined the entire future in her head. “Do you still have some pocket money left?” 

 You just blinked. “Yes, mom...”

 “Good” your mom walked to you, handing over a neatly folded 10,000 won bill anyway. “Buy her something nice, Joonhyuk-ah. Banana milk and some sandwiches or cream bread, she might like those. Don’t feed her those sausages in the morning, okay?”

 “Mom…”

 “I’m just saying. Your mom knows best.” her hands reached over, trying to brush your hair - which you immediately ducked. “First impressions matter a lot.” 

 You ran to the doorway, putting on your favorite pair of New Balance 550. “We’re just going around the neighborhood mom… I don’t like her or anything.”

 Your mom gasped, clutching her chest and acting hurt, way too dramatically. “You hate your mom now?! It feels like yesterday when you were so clingy to me, now that you are all grown up - you are too cool for the woman who raised you?!”

 “Mom… I’ll be back soon” you groaned. Teasing you had always been her favorite pastime.

 “Be nice to her. I will text Ms. Keiko and ask how you behaved” she called out before walking back to the kitchen.

 Behind all that teasing, you know - mom loves you. Always has, always would. Her way of showing affection was just embarrassing sometimes. Shutting the door behind, you walked slower than usual next door, trying to look cool, or normal. Glancing at your phone, it was 8:56AM. Perfect. A bit early? Maybe. But not late.

 Stopping at the front gate, you wondered. Do I ring the bell? Text? Call her out? Now what?

 Just when you were about to ring the bell, the sound of gates clicking made you freeze. It was Ms. Keiko and one of Asa’s sister, Lisa.

 “Oh, Joonhyuk-ah. Good morning” Ms. Keiko said. Lisa stood beside her, smiling politely at you.

 You straightened and bowed. “Hi, Ms. Keiko. Hi, noona.”

 “Aren’t you a bit early?” Lisa said, a hint of tease in the way she said it - just like last night.

 “Uhm, figured I shouldn’t be late.” your fingers nervously playing with the hem of your jacket.

 “Cute,” she added. “Asa should be down now. She just took too long to look pretty.”

 You nodded, trying not to let the thought of that rattle you, nodding.

 “We are just heading out for a bit.” Ms. Keiko said while opening the side gate slightly for you and stepping outside with Lisa.

 “Oh, we will make sure to come back before lunch.” you replied quickly.

 Just when they started walking down the street, Ms. Keiko smiled and gave you her blessing - half knowing, half warm. “Okay, just have fun, you two.”

 And with that, you bowed goodbye to them. Asa should be here any second now. 

 You heard footsteps. Then the creaking of the gate - there Asa was. Her eyes were smiling at you. She stepped out quietly, was she also nervous to see you too? Her hair was pinned back, left a bit loose on both sides - just enough to allow the sunlight to emphasize her features. She was wearing light makeup, nothing too fancy. A sky blue button-up, slightly cropped cardigan on top of a white tank top, paired with fitted jeans and a clean pair of Nike. Simple, casual yet… so beautiful. Your eyes met for a few seconds too long before she spoke up.

 “Hey”

 “Hi” you replied, a small pause in between - it didn’t feel awkward at all.

 “You came a bit early.” she said while glancing at her phone, not really checking the time.

 “I’m the type to be early.” 

 “So… you lead the way?”

 “Yeah, I’ll show you the local stuff. Secrets only longtime residents know. Real government-level classified stuff.” You nodded, trying to make her laugh.

 And laugh she did, quietly - the kind of laugh that can make a thousand boys fall for her. Just like that, the two of you started walking. Side by side.

 That moment, you felt like Park Kyung’s “Ordinary Love” was playing in the background, and the two of you were the main characters in a teenage romance. The weather that morning was great. Gentle morning air, perfect mix of breeze that made the world feel fresh and warmth from the sun shining at everything in the neighborhood. Just so good that you wished it would stay like this forever.

 The streets of Eungam-dong were nice, peaceful, disrupted occasionally by the sound of cars passing by or people opening their shops. You two passed through rows of nice buildings and light chatter of people starting their day. This silence - with her, felt nice. “Do you always wake up early? Like this morning.” Asa wondered, turning to look at you.

 “I don’t know. Depends on what plans I have on that day.” you shrugged.

 You pointed at the local convenience store just right around the corner. “Right there. Five stars. Nothing else in Korea can compare to this.”

 She smiled. “Wow.”

 You reached for the handle and opened the door for her. The bell chimed softly as you two entered. Inside, the store had everything teenagers like you two needed for a light breakfast. Instant noodle, snacks, cold milk... everything. You know every corner of this store, you’d been here since you were just a kid after all.

 “My treat, as promised. I have government funding.”

 “Funding…?” she replied, her head tilted, brows scrunching just a little bit - looking confused. “What does it mean?”

 Oh right, she’s Japanese - her Korean wasn't perfect back then. The way her voice sounded so sweet, soft and curious reminded you to take things slower with her. Gentler.

 “Oh, funding means… like money. Government money.” you tried to explain.

 She stared at you for a second. Then, she laughed - finally, sounded like candy to your ears. “Wow, must be nice.” The two of you walked to the drinks section. You went straight for the classic. “This one”

 You said while holding up a little bottle of milk to show her. “Everyone in Korea knows this. Legendary. I grew up drinking this… well, I still drink this but, you get the idea.”

 Asa leaned in, her eyes had a mix of curiosity and surprise. Her hand reached out to take the bottle - fingers slightly brushing against yours. Turning it around, she read the label just like your mom would. Are all women this careful? You, personally, just consume anything as long as it tastes nice. 

 “Cute packaging.” 

 “Yup, but I’m sure Japan has way fancier drinks.” 

 You then turned and scanned around. “And maybe… cream bread. Or this sandwich? I’m not sure what suits your taste but these are really nice. You won’t die from it.” you grinned while showing her one of the pastries.  Asa nodded, smiling. “I’ll try.”

 You then grabbed two triangle kimbap (one for her, just in case she was still hungry). Grabbing everything to the counter, you paid with the government funding (thanks mom) and led her back outside. There was a small bench right outside the store, just beside that familiar tree you always walked by on the way to school. You sat down first, she then followed. For a moment, the only sound there was the gentle crinkle of the plastic wrapping and the faint breeze passing by.

 “Try it.” you said.

 She took a sip of the banana milk, blinked for a second. “Mmm… It’s really nice.”

 You smiled, giving her a thumbs-up. “Told you. Only the best stuff.”

 She giggled again, feeling more comfortable this time. She mumbled thank you as you handed her her food, which you already peeled open. You two sat there, enjoying each other’s presence as time passed by - eating, sharing smiles between bites. Just two teenagers, under the morning sun.

 “So what was it like in Japan?” you asked after a short pause, still chewing a bit of kimbap still in your mouth. Damn, you really are your dad’s child.

 Asa started telling you everything - her hometown, her friends, her sisters, how she had to move here because of her dad’s job, where he now worked with your dad. She even told you how scary it was to leave everything and move to a new country, despite her dad trying his best to notify their family two years in advance. You listened. It must have been really tough on her. You couldn’t even imagine moving from Eungam-dong to Yeokchon-dong (which are right next to each other btw). 

 “That’s tough.” you said, in honest.

 “Yeah, but Korea’s nice. I guess I have a lot to do in Korea now.”

 “Uhm, do you watch… like, dramas or listen to K-pop?”

 Her eyes lit up. “Ooh, of course. My mom is a really big Block B fan, she’s the reason why I got into K-pop too. I also learnt Korean through watching dramas. What are your favorites?” Well, that made sense. No wonder why your speech is so cute.

 “Well, I don’t really watch dramas that much these days. I remember rewatching ‘Boys Over Flowers’ with my mom… Mmm, the other one, what is it? ‘Gentleman's Dignity’? Ever heard of it? The one with Jang Dong-gun in it. Really popular with middle-aged women.”

 She shook her head, laughing. “It sounds familiar.”

 “And K-pop, yeah… I listen a lot. Block B is nice, too. I like ‘Her’. My main is TWICE* and Bigbang.”

 “Ooh, I love them too. Super popular in Japan.”

*I LOVE TWICE.

 Great, you two had something in common. She even suggested - just threw it out there lightly - that you two start watching dramas together sometimes, if the chance ever came. Just say the word and I’d do anything with you. The conversation went on for a bit - teenage concerns, favorite songs, both of you two’s hobbies, the way your mood during the day was unhealthily decided by Manchester United’s result (I don’t know if we can stay up next season), how she wanted to try and start dancing… Then it slowed down, into something soft and easy. 

 “So there’s this arcade nearby.” you said, rubbing your hand on your knees. 

 “Oh, that’s nice. I haven’t really had the chance to go to one yet.” Asa tilted her head at you.

 “Wanna check it out? It’s really nice.” you asked, hoping not to sound over-excited.

 “Sure, is sunbae gonna show me all his skills,? she said, standing up slowly.

 “You’re gonna be amazed.” 

 “Or extremely disappointed.” she teased.

 “You’ll see.” The two of you - side by side, now closer to each other - with sunlight following, casting warmth along the peaceful street.

 The arcade was small, tucked in a corner near the main street, but it had everything: from claw machines, basketball game, racing simulators... you name it. LED lights along with a bit musty-but-still-clean-and-magical air of a place where kids, even adults come to make memories. You led the way, like a proud local. You showed her how to use the punch machine. With a light shoulder roll and a quick breath, you stepped up and swung. Baam.

 The machine blared: 674.

 “Woah.” Asa blinked. “That’s pretty good.”

 Did i look cool? You thought. “I mean, could’ve been better.”

 “Should I be scared of you, taekwondo master?” she asked, face holding a grin.

 You tilted your head slightly at her. “Only if you annoy me.”

 She laughed, holding her hands to cover her smile. Something about that way she does that still makes your heart beat crazy - till this day. “Try it, let’s see how you do.”

 Her punch was more like a gentle tap, scoring only somewhere around the 180-200s. She turned her head around looking at you, pouting - clearly playing it for the effect.

 “Not bad. You got potential.” You placed both your hands gently on her shoulders, pretending to console her but actually just taking any chance to be closer with her. You sly devil. And she didn’t pull your hands away, yes!

 After that punch machine victory, you two wandered around - laughing at each other’s poor attempt at racing, throwing bricks like Draymond Green at the 3-point line at the basketball machine and eventually ending up at the claw machine.

 Asa put both her hands on the glass, eyes wide. She pointed at the Crayon Shin-chan plush keychain - with him showing his butt, looking mischievous. Adorable.

 You tried. Then again. It took 4 tries. But you finally got it. The claw dropped it just enough to fall into the prize slot.

 “Victory, hehe.” you said, crouching to grab it, handing Asa the keychain while also hoping you really impressed her. Her eyes were sparkling. She mumbled thank you as she took it with both hands. So beautiful.

 Then, you tried once again to get the same one for yourself. You two walked out of the arcade with matching keychains - hers swinging from her cropped cardigan, yours clipped onto the neck of your jacket. 

 There was still a lot of time before lunch. No need to rush. You showed her the hidden alleyway shortcut behind the bakery - the one no one used except the kids who lived nearby. You passed the local park along Bulgwangcheon stream, stopping by the swings and sat there for a while. Taking in the scenery - the sunlight, the breeze, her beauty. Quiet, peaceful, nice. You showed her auntie Bomi’s snack stall near home, your favorite, where she got brave and tried something spicy - fanning her mouth after the first bite. Auntie Bomi didn’t even let you pay for it, saying it was a welcome gift for “this cute new girl”, she even gave Asa a free egg roll.

 On the way home, she asked if you ever get bored here. “Sometimes” you said. “But now it feels nice having you next door. Hanging out with you is… uhm, fun.” You two didn’t talk about feelings. Not yet. But she got closer to you, exchanging glances every now and then. Oh, before you even knew it, you guys already got home. Just in time for lunch.

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 From that day on, something quietly began to grow between you and Asa. Late night texts, occasional video calls where you two spoke really quietly - not wanting to be caught… It felt so comfortable. You didn’t label it, didn’t feel the need to - maybe she didn’t either. 

 Your families noticed too, of course. They weren’t dumb, not at all. On the first day of school, your families forced you two to take a picture together, saying it would be “nice” to look back on in the future. Well… maybe they’re right. Your mom started asking if Asa had eaten yet so casually, as if she was already a part of your family. Ms. Keiko started calling you over to have meals with their family, like it was second nature. You guys walked to school - Youngrak middle school, together. Just a 15 minute walk from home. You guys ended up in the same class - sitting next to each other, right beside the window at the back of the class. That made everything easier - being next to her almost everyday. The first month at school was a bit tough on her. New culture, new language, new everything. But you were there, volunteering to help her whenever she needed - translation, math homework... Teachers noticed you guys too, being such nice, diligent and studious kids. One of your names can’t be mentioned without the other. Asa adapted really quickly, faster than you thought. The girls at school loved her, of course they did. Look at Asa. Guys at school didn’t really approach Asa, since you were with her almost 24/7.

 Friends also tease you guys, in that harmless silly middle school fashion. Whispering jokes in class, calling her “Joonhyuk’s girl”,... you guys laughed it off. Asa usually rolled her eyes, but not with her signature half smile-half sigh. Neither of you really said anything. Teenagers… 

 Back home, Asa’s sisters’ teasing her even more. They once saw you guys walking home on a rainy day after 학원*. You were holding an umbrella, tilting mostly on her side to shield her from the rain. She blushed like crazy, but you just smiled and waved at them, playing along. Everything about her became part of your life, naturally.

*학원/hakwon: like study/educaiton center for after school study (typically after school, at night), really common in Korea, my country or just Asia in general. 

 As the time went by, you two also grew - not much, but small changes counted. Asa decided to join the dancing club, finally. Part of you felt proud of her, Asa was such a talented girl, drawing, dancing, writing - she did it all, shining in everything she did. The way she danced with those soft, precise grace made everyone feel like they were really fortunate to be in her presence, be near her. The other part of you, was it… jealousy?

 The more she participated in the dance club, the more attention she got, especially from the guys, or those sunbae. Fuck that. Those guys didn't know how special she was, they didn’t treasure her like you did. You hated that, but you still reminded yourself: you two were NOT a thing. Just friends, close friends - next door neighbors.  But then again, they had her front and center for pretty much every school performance. Damn it…

 Meanwhile, you started taking taekwondo more seriously. Going to practice after school as a routine slowly became a rhythm you couldn’t skip. Twice a week slowly increased into three, four times. They had you coming in for the weekend too, but your parents had your back, making excuses for you to enjoy your teenage years whenever it felt like too much. Something about this, growing up, the pressure to do well, to win - was a bit overwhelming, but you still liked it... right? You won a few medals at the city level, yeah… but as a kid. Then you won even a few more as you grew up, to your surprise (not your coach’s tho). Word got around, your names started circulating around the taekwondo circle. “There is this kid, from Eungam-dong, really good - too good for his age.”  You thought it was just gibberish when your friends told you about it. Then came the messages, representatives showing up at your house - talking about “your son’s potential, international level”, then the offer. You got scouted for a sports-specialised highschool, all the way in Suwon. 

 Suwon… away from Seoul, away mom and dad, away from Asa… A school for kids who are extremely good at their sports, for kids who had the potential to represent Korea on the world stage. The best of the best. Flattering, sure… But it was also scary and confusing at the same time. Well, this all happened during later middle school - early high school, let’s roll back the time - to when things were a lot more simple.

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 2019

 It was April, Asa’ birthday. You had been planning for a few weeks. With the help of Lisa and Chisa, you bought her a nice necklace from a really niche online jewelry shop on IG, with your saved up money that you were planning to spend on Juventus summer tour tickets in Korea that summer, planning to see Ronaldo (my GOAT) in real life. But for Asa, everything was worth it. The necklace was really nice, nothing over the top with some cute little charms. That night, you told her present was caught up in some delivery problems. She was a bit sad, which broke your heart but after your families were done celebrating her birthday at her house, you texted her.

10:24PM

[준혁선베🥋]

yah, kim asa, come out for a bit

ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

my mom said she forgot to give you some money for your birthday

[김아사🌸]

what? it’s okay

that’s nice but she doesn’t have too

[준혁선베🥋]

just come out

5 minutes

[김아사🌸]

your mom is too nice

give me one second

 After a few minutes, she was outside, wearing that oversized yellow pajama of hers, Donald ducks printed all over them. Hair a bit messy but still looking like she came out of your dream. Why do you have to look so cute even this late at night? The two of you standing under the lamppost between your houses, eyes gazing at each other. The soft glow from the lamppost definitely didn’t help you either, making her look even prettier.

 “Close your eyes. Give me your hands.” you said, a bit shy.

 “Huh… what are you doing?” Asa said, mouth grinning like she already knew what you were plotting.

 “Just do it or I’m walking back in.”

 “Okay, dummy.” She teased, closing her eyes. She held her hands out. Palms up, Trusting you.

 Right then, a wild thought ran through your mind: you really wished you had given her a light kiss on the lips. Your first kiss, hers too… maybe? No, it’s creepy. Instead, You pulled out a small box from your shorts pocket carefully, like it was highly classified, 24K carat, only-one-in-the-world type of jewelry, placing it into her hands.

 Her eyes opened, lips curling into a cheeky smile. “You really surprised me tonight, Seo Joonhyuk. I was actually mad at you a bit earlier ”. she said, clearly touched

 “Your sisters helped me pick it out. I felt like it really suits you. Just… don’t open it yet. Go inside and then open it. It’s really cold now.” you lied while rubbing the back of your neck. It wasn’t that cold. You were just really shy, so shy that you could die standing right there.

 “Okay, thank you for the gift, Joonhyuk-ah.” Asa waved at you one last time before smiling, going back inside.

 You waved back then walked back inside, pacing around the living room for a bit to calm the storm in your heart before sprinting to your room like a maniac. Thank god your parents were in their room, but little did you know, Asa’s mom was right upstairs in their house, witnessing the whole encounter with a loving smile on her face. 

 Your phone suddenly buzzed.

[김아사🌸] sent a photo.

 It was a selfie of Asa, lips puckered like Donald duck on her pajamas, hands up in a v sign - she was committed to the bit. Your eyes wandered around. On her neck was… there it was, your birthday gift. It was resting just above her collarbone, catching the soft light of her bedside lamp. 

 You stared at it for a while, smiling like you were a fool, president of cuckooland, just when a notification brought back to reality.

[김아사🌸] 

it’s really nice ㅈㅎ ah (your initials)

thank you so much ㅎㅎ

[준혁선베🥋]

see, i know the best

with a bit of help from your sisters, of course…

but still, mainly me.

[김아사🌸] 

you really know my taste huh

thanks again ㅎㅎ

[준혁선베🥋]

happy birthday, kim asa

 She then sent an emoticon of a cute bear, running around panicking with blushes on its face. Heh, i made her day. Well, she made yours too. From then on, you saw her wearing that necklace proudly on every special occasion. Seems like she really treasured your gift, nice.

 Late May came, 채육대 (Sports festival/day) at school

 Your school was buzzing with noise. Colorful t-shirts, cheesy banners. You weren’t really one to be excited for these kinds of events. But this year was different, Asa was here. The weather was a bit hot, but not so much, it was enough to make everyone feel energized.

 Asa, of course, was part of the cheering performance. She had her hair in pigtails, decorated with pink ribbons. She was almost front and center the entire performance, white shirt and black shorts - so simple yet so ethereal, looking like everyone’s first love in a drama. You didn’t want to stare that much, but you couldn’t help it. Her movements were sharp and graceful, always in sync with the rhythm, leading the other girls.

 You yourself were signed up for football, since you were, say, “a bit athletic”. People also knew you were a die hard United fan. When you told her you would be playing that day on the way home, she told you she would be cheering for you. No backing out now, buddy.

 When the match started, you glanced towards the audience and there Asa was, with her friend groups, jumping up and down while chanting something, felt like she was mouthing your name. Your chest felt like it burst open, time to turn into prime Ronaldo and impressed her. It wasn’t serious league football - just 7v7 - but to you, it was serious. Games gone by, you contributed by making passes and escaping presses in midfield to make play for your friends up front. When your team got to the final, you really hoped that Asa saw it all since your head was really into the game and didn’t want her to see you running around like a headless chicken. 

 Your class was screaming like crazy when there was 10 minutes left in the final. Asa was still there, sitting under an umbrella with her close friends. The score was 2-2. Then came a chance, a free kick with 2 minutes left. You stepped up.

 Your friend, Jooheon, jogged over and whispered in your ear “Whip it out right for me, I’ll try and score a header.” You smiled.

 Like mann, shut up. Watch me turn into 2008 Ronaldo and whip this ho in from 20 meters myself.

 You took your chance, kicking it with precision and just enough power. Please don’t embarrass me, ball. 

 As it flew through the other team defence, Joonheon stared “The fuck?”

 Time stopped, well… you felt so. Boom. It’s in. Top bins, baby.

 “Oh shit!”

 “Is it in?”

 The whole pitch erupted. 3-2. You turned to Asa, she was jumping with her hands up, mouth wide open - clapping while beaming at you like you just won the Champions League. You did it, just when you were deciding on what celebration to do, your friends tackled you onto the grass. 

 “You did it, you dumbass!”

 “Gang up on him, guys!!!” You couldn’t stop smiling, even under the dogpile of smelly, sweaty friends. That day was incredible, not because of the win. It was because she was there, you were there. You guys were there for each other, supporting each other even if it was just a sports festival day at school. That feeling when you made her feel happy - that rush - gave you something extra to hold onto when the real competition came. 

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 A few weeks later, there was a taekwondo competition, national level. It was nothing like you’d ever seen before, not in a local center, not a school level competition. There were cameras to broadcast everything for TV.  It was held at Jamsil Student Gymnasium. It was huge, high ceilings, LED lights everywhere, rows of chairs stretching out endlessly, banners from every corner of Korea to cheer for their representatives. You still remember that day, it smelled like floor wax, sweat and raw nerves. 

 Looking around, you spotted mom and dad in the crowd, waving their hands like they were at a concert. You smiled, they would never miss this. Asa was sitting between your family and hers, giving you two thumbs up when your eyes met. As you squint your eyes to try and confirm, she was in fact wearing the necklace you gave her on her birthday - just like she would on every special occasion. You waved back at them, half smiling since the nerves were also getting to you. You hadn’t competed in anything this serious yet up until that point. This was "the one" for you to prove it, on the national stage.

 “Representing Eungam-dong, Seoul. SEO JOON HYUK”

 Everything passed by so fast, you had gotten to the final before you even knew it. It was not too easy, but not too hard. Still, those hits and kicks you took hurt like crazy, nothing like you felt before. Like damn, chill on me bruh… 

 As you were resting on the bench, waiting for the final, nothing was in your head except for  the rhythm of Twice’s ‘Cheer Up’. Weird, huh? You didn’t even notice that coach was encouraging you and giving tips on how to exhaust your opponent before going for it. Well, easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one with a sore rib and throbbing legs.

 But then, something made you turn around. A voice cutting through the noise of the arena. It was Asa’s.

 “Fighting, Seo Joon-hyuk. You got this.” she shouted with both her hands around her mouth, mimicking a megaphone. The families were cheering on you too, but for some reason, hers felt like the only one you needed. Time for the final.

 You stepped onto the mat, steady breath, mind relaxed. Fuck… why did your opponent look so big even though you two were in the same weight class. First round… Second round, then came third round. You two were aggressive. Every move hurt even more than the last. Everyone in the gymnasium was holding their breath. Your mom was holding back her tears, seeing her son all bruised up like this. Your dad’s hand was over her shoulder, still worried but knowing you can win this. 

 Fuck. Your neck felt so stiff.  Right leg so sore too.

 Final round, the moment came. You blocked, ducked and then decided to land a sharp body shot. Your opponent came down. It connected. The crowd roared. 

 The buzzer finally rang. You didn’t know how to react, crouching down to your opponent, asking if he was okay. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

 He nodded, while still lying down in pain. “Yeah… okay. Just need a moment to… you know…”

 You stood up while tapping on the side of his arms to signal that everything was fine between the two of you. You stood there, hands on your knees, heart beating like crazy, the adrenaline was through the roof - everything around you seemed so blurry, but you won.

 The ref raised your hand. There it was. The crowd cheered for you. You walked to your opponent and gave him a friendly hug, no hate, he gave you a fair beating. Proper guy. Your teammates, coaches crowded you. Hey, you won something grand, on behalf of your Eungam-dong and your school - which was not really known for athletic talents. But everything faded as you walked over to your family, signaling at the security guard, asking him to let them down.

 Mom reached out first, hugging you, despite the fact that you were drenched in sweat and probably death. “Oh my baby, I’m so proud of you.” She just kept kissing your head, it also smelt like crazy by the way. Your dad was proud on the side, busy taking pictures with his over 10 years old camera, yeah this one is going into our family history book, buddy.

 Her family came to congratulate you too, one by one, not forgetting to ask if you were okay.

 “It’s fine, Ms. I’m just a bit sore here and there.” you lied. It hurt so bad.

 “Come to our house tonight, Joonhyuk-ah. We will make you that magical Japanese potion. Fix you up real good.” Asa’s dad said. Everyone laughed. They are such nice neighbors.

 Just then, a thought crossed your mind - Oh, where was Asa? - your around. Shit, forgot my neck still hurt. There she was, behind her sisters, who were smiling like crazy. Your eyes met, this time, Asa wasn’t screaming or jumping anymore. Her usual self was back. You could tell she was proud, her face said it all. 

 As you took a step toward her, she took one too. In her hands was a towel and a water bottle, seemed like she was gripping it tightly ever since the start of the final - cold, condensation running down the sides. She looked… shy? 

 “Hey…” she said softly while handing you the towel “Congratulations. You did well today.” 

 You grinned, like an idiot, wiping your face and hair. “Really? Did I look cool?”

 She didn’t say anything, that signature half sigh-half smile is back on her face again.

 “I’ll take that as a yes. Thank you very much.”

 That was it, everything felt so peaceful. Then, you were called up to receive the medal, right after the cheering performance ended.

 Right, you almost forgot about that part. As you were walking to the podium, you felt like every pair of eyes in South Korea were on your back. Never the one for this much attention. The ceremony finally began. You bowed, shook hands with the vice president of Korea Taekwondo Association as he placed the medal on your neck. 

 “You really are one of a kind, kid. When it’s time, we will call you up to train for the national team.” 

 You smiled, out of politeness. National team, are you joking???

 Everything was a blur. Pictures being taken, TV interviews, you were now a local legend-celeb. But behind all that noise,  Asa was still in the crowds, tiptoeing behind her sisters to get a better view of you. Media duties done, you walked right back to her and your families. Without even knowing it, you took the gold medal off your neck and put it on hers. She was shocked - not in a bad way, just surprised at how naturally you did this.

 “Hehe, how does it feel?” you asked, still shy but it didn’t matter, Asa was in front of you. Well done, that was smooth.

 “Uhm… nice, I guess…” she said, looking down at the medal, touching to see how it feel. Her lips were also smiling. Cute.

 “I guess your mom is a nobody now. I’ll just live like this with your dad until old age then.” your mom, now done crying, happily teased as she saw the scene in front of her played out.

 “C’mon, mom.” you tried hard not to sound too flustered, while Asa was blushing like crazy, head down as she didn’t know what to do. 

 “Get in, you two. Let’s take a picture.” your dad said.

 Then, you two got closer together. Asa hooked one arm around yours, the other hand holding up the medal like a proud girlfriend. But, remember this, you two were still not a thing yet. However, it didn’t matter. You were just drowning deep in the moment. Meanwhile, Asa leaned in, putting her head on your shoulders and joked:

 “Pose, you smelly dummy.” Right, right. I’m sorry I didn’t take a 30 minute break during the middle of a taekwondo competition to shower before standing next to you.

 Click. A memory was sealed. Later that night, both your families had dinner together - a warm, chaotic celebration in the neighborhood. Everyone couldn’t stop smiling and laughing. Your dad was calling every relative you had to tell them about your big win, even the ones in Busan. Wait, you have relatives in Busan? Mom was so proud, she couldn’t stop talking about how her son won it on national TV.

 Peaceful, warm… The rest of 2019 went by just like that. Both of your and Asa’s families grew tighter - casual dinners, shared nights, moms started going out together and catching up on the neighborhood dramas… What about you and Asa? You guys walked to school together, waited until each other's practices ended. Casually hanging out in the neighborhood, video calls became more frequent, you guys even started dozing off without ending the calls, which felt normal. Even though you two got busier, there was still time for each other. You two kinda became that couple at school that everyone knew about - teachers, classmates, your coach… you name it, but neither of you dared say anything about it. 

 No one said anything. As you guys grew older together, at some point,  whatever this is between the two of you started to feel a bit unusual. A bit too complicated.

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Yayy, part II is out now. Sorry for any mistakes, will be going through it again later. Like always, much love to you guys, feel free to leave comments/review/suggestions. ❤️❤️❤️

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Some more additions, because this isn't the only time I've gotten a reply like "but this manner was followed and my feelings / someone else's feelings still got hurt" and/or "but this doesn't cover this specific situation where there is middle ground (when again, unfortunately my posts just cannot cover every possible scenario without becoming longer than most people are willing to read, when again, my posts are already too long IMHO)

a) Having good manners doesn't guarantee nothing hurtful will happen. Unfortunately, there is no way to 100% avoid having your feelings hurt and/or hurting the feelings of others, no matter how hard we try, because it is simply an unavoidable part of the human condition. You should still practice good manners because they are general guidelines to make human interactions easier, smoother, and more pleasant for everyone, and IMHO make the world a better place. However, they can never 100% safeguard against someone being hurt.

There is a line between good manners and people-pleasing (in my opinion that line lies in still having personal boundaries), however even those who have struggled with the most severe cases of people-pleasing will be able to testify that there is no possible way to 100% avoid ever upsetting anyone.

b) Speaking of manners being general rules, they are just that, general blanket rules that will generally make human interaction better in most cases, and do try to cover as many situations as possible, but there will always be exceptions. The point of good manners is to make the world better and easier, on average. You will have to decide for yourself when exceptions apply, because there is no perfect formula that can cover every situation.

I could spend all day writing a manners post to try to add a caveat for every possible situation, but it would still never be able to cover everything. So my dear readers, you must decide for yourself when exceptions apply. You are the captain of your own ship.

Assume all conversations to be private and confidential unless stated otherwise.

Of course this mainly applies to things of a sensitive and personal nature. If your classmate tells you their favorite soda flavor or favorite pizza topping, or your co-worker shares a trick with you on how to use the new software at work, that's safe to assume it's okay to share.

But anything of a more sensitive nature, someone sharing with you a problem they've been having at home with their family or partner, a personal insecurity of theirs, a difficult or traumatic event from their past, a health issue they've been having, your default assumption should always be that this was shared to you in confidence and is a private matter that you should not share with others unless a) they've given you permission to or b) it's an emergency or otherwise urgent situation (for example your co-worker just collapsed at work so it's probably a good idea to tell the paramedic that personal health problem your co-worker shared with you in confidence)

This kind of information is something that most people don't just share with anyone, and usually will only share with someone who has earned some degree of their trust. This kind of information can be used against people, or can also be embarrassing or just a sensitive topic. Sharing it with other people without their permission, however, can quickly dissolve whatever trust you had gained from them.

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