#I don't know how to tag and I don't wanna

[rinskazuu]

but baby, i don't wanna say goodbye ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

synopsis. ꨄ︎ after a couple of lonesome weeks, the jjk men decide to finally break their silence to express how much they've been missing you. their attempt at groveling, yet again falls on deaf ears.

characters. ꨄ︎ fem!reader x gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, and sukuna (separate)

cw. ꨄ︎ angst, hurt/no comfort, swearing, pet names, groveling, slighty (?) ooc sukuna

notes. ꨄ︎ it seems i've confused a couple of people, so i'm going to write here that no, reader doesn't leave her kids. she leaves her partner. she doesn't break it off after one comment of "weakness." it's implied that this was the breaking point. if u feel like u'd forgive the characters that easily, that's ur interpretation, but i disagree with that, and last i checked, this is my smau. reminder that if u don't like what i post, scroll or block me!!!!!!

♪ song used. birds of a feather by billie eilish

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

end notes. ꨄ︎ i know this is a little long, but i also feel like it's necessary, rather than jumping back into the relationship so quickly.

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tags. ꨄ︎ @starlightanyaaa @totallygyomeiswife @colorfulfestkoala @kirahaley @tillaboo @jaegerstan222 @lunasolac @cherriee-ee

reblogs, comments, and likes are all appreciated! <3

jjk masterlist | general masterlist

[tpwk-formula1]

Biggest Fan Pt 1 - CL16

Requested by @nina-or-anna-or-nora "Heyy!! 💕 I saw you were asking some requests so I have one for an Smau!! (If you want to do it ofc) I was thinking about the reader being kinda like Sabrina or Olivia (a performer) and then Charles being like her biggest fan🤭just a super cute fluffy thing and he goes to every show he can or posts her and stuff🥹"

AN - Had so much fun writing this SMAU for you! Don't be afraid to send in requests that aren't apart of the Pizza Menu! I love Sabrina but I'm not a die hard fan so I have no idea how many outfit changes she has or the order she performs so if it's a little messed up I apologize! Also LMK if you wanna see me do this with more drivers and make it a little series of the drivers being head over heels for their girl friend!

Summary: Just Charles being in love with Y/N... and basically everyone in the F1 community!

Charles insta stories over the fall break

Twitter

Charles instagram

Liked by landonorris, youruser, carlossainz, and 2,090,513 others

charlesleclerc We're ready for you Austin ft. Y/N and all the fan gifted hats that will make an appearance this weekend tagged carlossainz and youruser

user5 I love how he makes a post for work and still finds a way to get Y/N in there

user6 your honor... it's them. It's always them!

youruser I'm ready to be back in my home soil!

user7 I constantly forget our girl is from the US charlesleclerc you mean MY girl user8 Charles will never learn to share charlesleclerc not when it comes to MY Y/N youruser alright calm it down you charlesleclerc yes maam

user9 I hate feeling single but I do love you guys!

carlossainz Will I ever get a post with just us?

user10 Carlos... they're a package deal user11 If I don't expect anything less, you shouldn't either youruser damn... catching strays carlossainz Y/N I thought we were friends!

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Your insta story

user12 how does it feel to be living my dream

carlossainz he's been smiling at his phone for 10 minutes because you posted him

youruser I love knowing he loves me as much as I love him

user13 his eyes

charlesleclerc that's one lucky man

youruser he really is!

user14 I love the way you guys love each other

landonorris you guys disgust me with how cute you are together

youruser you wish this was you huh? landonorris I miss when you were to shy to interact with us... kinda a meanie youruser you'll learn to survive

Twitter

your Instagram

Liked by charlesleclerc, yourbff, oliviarodrigo, and 3,092,172 others

youruser Thanks for the warm welcome home... see you in a few weeks for Vegas!

Look for a surprise tomorrow around noon YeeHaw time!

charlesleclerc Ooooo I wanna know the surprise

user18 I can't believe I have notifications on and Charles is still here before me

charlesleclerc you snooze you lose! gotta be quicker than that! youruser love you need to be a bit nicer! user18 no this is on me... I should know no matter how much I love you Charles just loves you that much more! user19 I'm sobbing at this! Charles is so unhinged when it comes to Y/N

landonorris Can I also know the surprise

charlesleclerc NO!

user20 YeeHaw time is SENDING me! For anyone confused she's talking about CST

user21 THANK YOU! It makes so much sense now that you've explained but as a non F1 Y/N fan I didn't realize she was in Texas haha

user22 I love their height difference. I forget just how SMALL Y/N is.

Your Insta Story

charlesleclerc I can't wait to watch you!!

user23 HOLY SHIT! I can't fucking wait!

user24 omg! I'm so excited for this!!

landonorris: I hope you have a ticket saved with my name on it!

youruser: I do including the rest of the grid... spread the word pleaseeee

user25: Oh to be in the US rn to experience this concert! I just know it's gonna be amazing

Twitter

Charles Insta story during the show

Max's Insta story during the show

Youruser: Max! hahaha you had me cracking up in the first slide... then tearing up through laughter in the second. Thank you so much for finding time in your title fight to support!

maxverstappen1: I wouldn't have missed it! Had to see what all the hype was about. Please invite me again

Grid Members Stories (Lando, Carlos, Oscar, Yuki, Liam, Franco)

[drawingwithdonnie]

"If you press the button..."

[littlefireball]

ᴡʏ|[ꜰ]|ʟᴏᴄᴋ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴡᴏʀᴅ

ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ x 9ᴛʜ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ɴᴏɴᴇ (ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ ᴏɴ ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ)

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 433~

9ᴛʜ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴀᴜ

Preliminary summary: You're shooting for "Idol 1N2D." There are nine of you, split into three teams. The team that comes in last has to take a bungee jump. Naturally, your team ends up losing the challenge. Now, you find yourself on the platform, shaking with fear because you're terrified of heights.

"Ahhh…I don't wanna jump." You feel like tearing up as you glance down. It's way up there, and fear is creeping in. Everyone on the ground is watching you; some look concerned, but most are just cracking up. Especially Wooyoung. 

"Hey, Y/N!Just jump!It's not scary!" Wooyoung shouts. 

You can let out a bittersweet smirk and pace back and forth. It's too horrible!!

At this moment, Wooyoung pulls out your phone from his pocket that you give him before you get up to the platform because he wants to call your parents and let them know you're about to go bungee jumping.

"Hey, y/n. I'm going to call your parents." 

"Why??" 

"To show their daughter is timid." 

"Hey!You!!" Actually, you're the brave one among ATEEZ, just like Jongho. The only thing that gets to you is heights. Being up on a tall platform really gets your heart racing.

"Just Kidding." Wooyoung smirks. "What's your password? I can't unlock it." 

Hell no!How can you tell all members your lock screen password is Wooyoung's birthday? It's so embarrassing!

"No way!Don't call my parents!" 

But your shout falls into deaf ears. All of them try to unlock your phone by typing different passwords.

"Is it her birthday?" Yunho asks and Wooyoung types your birthday numbers but it is wrong. 

"Nah. It's not correct." 

"Maybe our debut day?" Wooyoung types "1024" but the 'error' message pops up again. 

"Y/N!Tell us your password." 

"No way!" 

Not wanting to share your password, they're left with no option but to keep guessing until the password prompt shows up.

[His name short form+birthday]

"His name and birthday?!" Seonghwa's eyes go wide, and his member mirrors the shock.

"What the?! Y/n has a crush?!" San exclaims.

"Who is he??" Jongho rakes his fingers through his hair, clearly taken aback.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung stays silent. He stares at the screen, deep in thought, before he begins to type.

[w…y…1…1…2…6…]

And your phone unlocks. 

Everyone except Wooyoung gasps in surprise, but then they can't help but smile as they see him blushing. Wooyoung quickly acts like nothing happened and chimes in, "Hey, y/n. Let's call your parents now."

"What??" You can see your phone is unlocked as Wooyoung shows you, and all of your members smile with a nod. Oh fuck. Now they all know you like Wooyoung. 

Tag list: @angelsaway , @yeosangcutie0615 , @monsta-x-jagi

[mvrkieboo]

Lord, just saw that ask on what if YN is bitter. And ykw? WHAT IF THEN THERES A LOT OF REGRETS LIKE COME ONNNNNN 😫 I really wanna good ending but damnnnnnnnn that scenario on YN being bitter? UGH LURVE THE ANGSTY 🥲🥲🥲❤️❤️❤️

pt. 2 of this ask right here

You've been missing your classes. For 6 days, exactly.

For the first three days, Prof. Suh nagged Xiaojun endlessly for an explanation for your absence, but at one point, all of your lecturers stopped bothering him about it. Xiaojun began to wonder if the lecturers could finally tell that he was simply not your friend anymore—until Prof. Suh suddenly held him back again today. As always, Yangyang and Aeri tagged along.

The lecturer pulled out a fruit basket, patting on it as he gave the three college students—for some reason—a sympathetic look, it even came across as apologetic too. Was the fruit basket an apology for something?

"Listen, I wanted to visit Y/N today, but some bullshit last minute meeting got scheduled—so can you guys pass this on to her for me? Tell her I'm sorry for the messages I sent too—I didn't know at the time. Thanks, guys."

The three looked among themselves, weirded out. Why would Prof. Suh buy you a fruit basket? When Aeri opened her mouth to ask for further explanation, that's when the professor's phone rang—and he took the call immediately.

When he saw that three students were still hanging around his desk stupidly, he pointed at the fruit basket then to the lecture hall's doors—telling them to get out.

Yangyang took the fruit basket and walked out the hall, wondering why the fuck would Prof. Suh bring a fruit basket for you?

There was a folded card stuck to the basket, and they were too curious to leave it alone. Flipping the note to read the contents, it was Prof. Suh's writing, but they realised that this fruit basket was on the behalf of all of the lecturers of the faculty.

May we see you again on brighter days, Y/N.

– On behalf of all the staff of NCU's Business & Management Faculty

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Ever since celebrating Jaehyun signing on to SM Entertainment as a singer together, Mark's friend group and your—well, your old friend group hung out a lot at the place where they held the party, which was at Soyeon's café in Sinchon. Geonwoo's mom liked having them come over too, so they often had a fun time together at the café.

"What's with the fancy fruit basket?" Mark got to beat Haechan to it, since everybody was curious about the fruit basket Yangyang was carrying.

"Well, we're actually hoping that you would know, Mark—has Jaehyun mentioned anything about Y/N recently? Did something happen to her?" Xiaojun smiled hesitantly at Mark, and Yangyang places

Mark leaned away from the table, confused as to why Xiaojun would ask that, especially since your name would sometimes be a taboo topic to approach. Yangyang pointed at the card and Mark opened it to read it, now eyebrows all furrowed.

"May we see you again on brighter days? That sounds pretty serious." Haechan read the writing out loud from over Mark's shoulder.

"Listen, this fruit basket is gonna go bad if we don't immediately send it to her, and the staff's money would go to waste that way. How about this—you pass on Y/N's new address to me, I'll drop it off, and then this whole thing can be settled instantly." Yangyang spoke with a jaded tone, leaning back into his seat.

"I don't know her exact address, but I do know what apartment she moved into." Mark offered, and Yangyang nodded gladly.

"Oh, Mark, that would in fact be better. I could just drop it off at the front desk and tell the person to pass it on to her."

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

In the end, Mark offered to accompany Yangyang for the drop off, mainly because everyone could see Yangyang was ticked off that he had to do this, and if he ran into you, Mark being there was to mediate the situation.

One look at the apartment complex and they realised how much of a downgrade it is from your old place. Granted, anything else could be considered a downgrade compared to the luxury condo you used to live in, but your current apartment looked almost run down and shady.

Mark couldn't help but still feel a little bit bitter and envious that you were willing to move into this kind of place if it meant you could live with Junyoung. Did you really love him this much to endure living in a place like this? Mark was a broke college student too, but even he wouldn't settle to live in an apartment like this.

But, in your defense, it only looked run down because the apartment was old, dated, and looked like maintenance is done once a year only. It still had a lobby with a front desk at least, manned by a relatively old dude who looked well into his 60's.

"Excuse me, but could you please pass this on to one of your tenants? We don't know her exact unit, but it might be under the name Jeong Y/N or Lee Junyoung." Mark talked amicably, not wanting to piss off anyone in this apartment.

The older man behind the desk moved to take out a thick binded file on the shelves behind him. It was a long 3 minutes until the man finally got to the page he needed. He raised his eyebrows, looked at Mark and Yangyang, then looked at the page again.

"Kid, the unit you mentioned was a crime scene. The cleaners just arrived to wash away the blood and the mess. The tenant—Lee Junyoung—is already dead. A week ago, he stabbed his girlfriend before killing himself—but I heard the girl survived and is currently recuperating at Taeho Memorial Hospital. It's better if you brought this basket there instead."

Mark and Yangyang went blank and dead silent at the information, felt like the whole world froze for a moment, both of their bodies frozen still—then they took off without thanking the old man, bringing along the fruit basket with them into Yangyang's McLaren. On the way to the apartment's parking lot to reach Yangyang's car, Mark was already dialing Jaehyun's number.

Jaehyun was in the studio, nodding along to a beat he was really liking when his phone rang, flashing Mark's picture on his screen. Mark knew he'd be busy, and Mark always liked to text instead of calling anyway. Suddenly feeling dread and a weird sense of urgency take over him, he quickly excused himself out of the studio to take the call.

"Jae, did you know?" Mark sounded like he had the wind knocked out of him, and Jaehyun frowned at the sudden question.

"Know what?"

"Stop fucking around! If you knew, why wouldn't tell me about it? I mean—you know I still care for her and that I'm still not over her yet, so why the fu—"

"Mark! Bro, calm down. What are you talking about? You're speaking in riddles, man—I don't understand what you're trying to say." Jaehyun walked to the windows, looking down on the city as he heard Mark take deep breaths before speaking again.

That was when Mark realised Jaehyun didn't know. He messed with his hair as Yangyang began to drive the car a lot faster than what he was comfortable with. Did the dude even know the directions to Taeho Memorial Hospital?

"It's Y/N, Jae. Junyoung's dead, he killed himself—but before that, he attacked Y/N and—and she got stabbed. She's currently recovering at Taeho Memorial Hospital. Fuck, this is why her lecturer wanted us to give her a goddamn fruit basket."

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

You wheeled yourself out of Dr. Kim Sejeong's office. She was a wonderful therapist, and you could tell there was progress in your mental health after you agreed to take up therapy to heal yourself—but it didn't change the fact you had felt pushed to do this the first time you entered her office.

You came to a halt when you saw two men rose from the waiting seats outside Dr. Kim's office. You felt your face going stiff, when you realized Kyungsoo and Taeyong had been waiting for you.

These were the two sneaky assholes who roped Junmyeon into their plan in convincing you to get therapy. You still remembered how hard you cried on Junmyeon's shoulder five days ago.

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"So you found his body." You spoke out, sounding soulless.

Junmyeon nodded beside his old partner, Kyungsoo. Taeyong was busy getting coffee at West Wing's café. A kid ran past in front of your wheelchair, giggling as it chased a butterfly with her mother just right behind her. The hospital's garden was spacious, but there were still some tricky pebbles she should look out for.

"Yep. Yoonsu hadn't been lying—Junyoung was found at the abandoned plant nursery. They were just about to renovate it when we came with a search warrant—ah, the school's director was so annoying, kept bitching about how he didn't want it to leak to the media. People like them are the reason why I decided to become a cop." Junmyeon sighed deeply, loosening his necktie at the memory.

Kyungsoo smirked at the older man, making a snide comment on how the commissioner shouldn't be so crass in front of a civilian. Junmyeon slapped him at the back of the head—it wasn't like he wanted the position, but it was thrusted upon him. Turning it down would anger a lot of people, and that included his own grandfather who had given a lot of gifts to the old commissioner for Junmyeon to be selected as his successor.

You stayed stone faced as the two bickered, and when they realised you were staying quiet, Jumyeon looked at you then shared a look with Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo had told him over the phone you might possibly be suffering from a...kind of depression of some sorts after everything Yoonsu made you go through.

You needed someone to push you into the path of proper recovery.

Both men saw Taeyong walking out of the West Wing with a bag in hand, so Junmyeon nodded at Kyungsoo as he fished the inner pockets of his blazer, and Kyungsoo not so discreetly walked away, signalling Taeyong to turn on his heel too.

Junmyeon reached for your hand, forcing your closed fist to open and placed something on your palm. When you pulled your hand away, you saw it was Junyoung's nametag pin. You felt your heart skip a beat as you looked at it, buried memories unearthing themselves inside your mind.

"...you know, I couldn't stand Junyoung the first time I met him. He was more crass than me, arrogant, prideful—and most of all, he was so goddamn selfish. I hated that guy, if I have to be honest with you, Y/N." Junmyeon hunched over, placing his elbows on his knees.

He stared right ahead, watching an older brother carrying his younger brother on his back, probably boasting about how strong he was to be able to carry his little brother. Junmyeon let out a pained smile at the sight.

"But after he met you, that selfishness started to chip away. He was still arrogant and foul-mouthed—and if he was alive, I've no doubt he would still be that way—but he couldn't afford to be so selfish anymore when it came to you."

You felt your eyes water as you closed your fingers around the nametag, then you felt Junmyeon's hands cover yours, as if he was also trying to keep that nametag safe from the world like you were.

"Kyungsoo told me. About all the things you said Yoonsu said to you before he killed himself, how your own friend dismissed you when you asked to speak with your brother one last time—Y/N, you have to know that all those things he said to you will never be true, you're not selfish. You deserve to live a life beyond Yoonsu, Y/N. You deserve to live a life beyond Junyoung too. He didn't die because of you, he died because of Yoonsu's selfishness—not yours." Junmyeon spoke softly, watching you cry without making a sound.

"I know you resent your friends for leaving you, and I know you also feel like blaming yourself for it because you were the one that pushed them away first, but you can't keep wallowing in your pain all by yourself, Y/N. If they had hurt you so badly, they should apologise to you—but how could they realise what they did wrong and apologize if you're not letting them know?" Junmyeon started to wipe away your tears, even as you started to shake your head.

"But I can't seem to let it go. I don't know if I could forgive them even if they apologize to me. I don't think I'm strong enough to do it." You sobbed out, feeling so ashamed of yourself.

Junmyeon tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear before he placed a hand on the back of your head. This was the same head that his late step cousin loved so much, the same head that Junyoung sacrificed his selfishness for.

"Then get help. Get therapy, receive some counseling. Me and Kyungsoo are scared that if you continue to be like this, you might..." He trailed off, and he didn't have to finish it for you to understand what he was trying to say.

"Please? For Junyoung, at least? He loved you so much, kid. He deserves to see you live a life beyond all this pain, all this suffering...and you owe it to yourself too. Living in misery would just let Yoonsu win in the end. Don't let that asshole win, Y/N."

He saw how your shoulders slumped. You relented, and you started to nod. His hand on the back of your head stretched around your shoulders, letting you cry on his. Finally, Junmyeon felt like his debt with Junyoung was now paid tenfold. At last he got to find where Junyoung was after all these years, and the girl Junyoung loved so much was finally saved from Yoonsu's hold on her.

At last.

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Detectives, if my memory serves me well, you belong to Gangnam's Police Force, not Seoul's." You grumbled, not having the strength to fight off Taeyong who was pushing your wheelchair for you.

"And that makes it illegal for us to visit you?" Kyungsoo scoffed from beside you, making you roll his eyes.

You began to tap your foot on the footpad. Kyungsoo caught it, and smirked when he realised he was annoying you. Great, he thought, it's payback for all the times you greatly annoyed him three years ago. It's even more fun when you can't find it in you to whip out snarky comebacks to use against him

"How was therapy? Can me and Taeyong finally go inform your family now? Or are you gonna stall our work for another week?" Kyungsoo side eyed you, and you whipped your head to look at him.

Taeyong cracked a smile, finding it both humorous and heartwarming to see you both bickering. You had been so despondent during the first days, it had him and Kyungsoo relieved to see you having a personality again, even if you were constantly grumpy every time they came and visited you.

"I told you already, Detective Do, I'll tell you when I'm ready. Stop trying to push me to—"

"Y/N?" The familiar voice had you silent in a heartbeat.

Kyungsoo and Taeyong stopped in their tracks, and you included since you were getting wheeled by Taeyong. All three of you stayed frozen at the doorway, seeing so many people in your private room that weren't your doctor and her usual entourage of medical students and nurses (Junmyeon pulled some strings to get you a private room once you were transferred out of the ICU ward. Sometimes you forget Junmyeon also came from a rich family like Yangyang and Chenle).

Inside your room were your remaining family members (Yuno, your father), your foster family (Geonwoo, Woojin, Soyeon), Mark, and your classmates (Xiao, Yangs, Aeri). They felt their breaths stop when they saw you sitting limply on your wheelchair, deep purple bruises all over your face.

You dug your nails into your lap and began to stand up from your wheelchair, alarming Kyungsoo and Taeyong who knew that you were supposed to change your stitches today. Everyone else in the room began to go after you too, seeing how the two men with you were panicking to see you walking by yourself.

You felt like Kyungsoo and Taeyong had betrayed you. You had immediately jumped to the conclusion that it was the detectives that called them over, even when they knew you weren't ready to face them again.

"Kid—" Kyungsoo yelled out, placing a hand on your shoulder when you were already out in the hallway, but you pulled your shoulder away from him so violently it had him going pale, worried that you might tear open your stitches.

And when Taeyong glanced down to the spot where you had been stabbed, he staggered when he saw blood seeping through the shirt the hospital had given you to wear.

"Y/N, stop!" Kyungsoo yelled out again, rushing over to stand in front of you.

The commotion caused everyone in the hallway to stop and witness the scene. Some nurses began to crowd you however, as some of them were already familiar with you and your injury, not wanting you to run and escape when your stitches were obviously ripping. Taeyong held your shoulders from behind while Kyungsoo closed in, forcing you into a bear hug to limit your movements.

You raised your arms and started to pound on his chest, tears streaming down your face at the pain of your stitches ripping open and at the betrayal you felt. The bear hug forced you to your knees, with Kyungsoo whispering something into your ears to calm you down.

"It wasn't us, kid. We didn't inform them. We don't know how they got here, okay? We wouldn't betray you like that. We didn't call them over, Y/N." He spoke softly, and quickly swept you up to carry you in his arms and into your room to lie you down on your bed.

As soon as he lied you down, your doctor came in with her team, immediately pushing everyone out of the room and closing the door in front of them.

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Who are you people? How do you know my sister?" Yuno asked stiffly, obviously still frazzled from the commotion you caused earlier.

Taeyong and Kyungsoo stared at the people before them. Just right as Kyungsoo was about to tell them who they were, a voice down the hallway rang through, gathering everyone's attention.

"Detectives!" Dr. Kim, your therapist, appeared.

She staggered back a little when she saw national darling and viral sensation Jeong Jaehyun in front of her. Sejeong tilted her head at him then looked at the detectives for a proper explanation. She just heard that you made a commotion earlier and tore open your stitches.

"I'm sorry, but who are these people?" Sejeong asked sincerely, seeing that all of them were waiting in front of your door.

"Dr. Kim, meet Jeong Y/N's friends and family." Taeyong spoke tiredly, pinching at his temple.

Sejeong balked.

"No! Y/N wasn't ready to see them again, detectives, so how could you! Didn't you promise that you'd only reach them out and inform them once they're ready?" She nearly shrieked, now upset on your behalf.

Kyungsoo and Taeyong looked at your friends and family—well, former friends and family. Both detectives understood that they shouldn't let personal bias cloud their judgement on people (it's literally their job to be that way), but they couldn't help it when all they could see at the moment was Y/N's sole source of pain, now that Yoonsu's dead.

"That's the problem—we didn't inform them. We were wheeling Y/N back to her room so we could spend some time with her and see how she's doing, but when we got to her room, they were already there inside it. It's why she freaked out and tore open her stitches." Taeyong explained thoroughly, looking straight into Yuno's eyes.

"You didn't answer our question earlier, asshole—who the fuck are you, and how do you know Y/N?" Yangyang spoke out this time, stepping out of the group and coming face to face with both of the detectives.

"Okay, time out! Detectives, please take these people to the canteen downstairs to give them the rundown of it. You can't keep crowding the hallway like this, and it's also within Y/N's best interest that you don't overwhelm her once the doctor's done with fixing up her stitches." Sejeong did a karate chop in the air between your friends and family and the detectives.

"Why should we follow your orders?" Mark asked genuinely, and Sejeong sighed at him as she showed them her badges.

"I'm a psychologist working for this hospital, and I also happen to be Y/N's therapist. Please, I beg of you for the sake of my patient, go to the canteen with the detectives. I can't breach patient confidentiality, but these detectives are obligated by the law to explain to Y/N's family on what happened to her."

A/N : might post a pt. 3, but i also might not 🫨

[ohhicas]

i noticed a decrease of LexZex art on twitter in the last couple months (there’s only a handful of artists and i take every crumb i can get haha) so i wandered into the tag and saw so many people dragging the ship, it was disheartening 😔😔 i saw your name mentioned or at least vague tweeted a couple times and i just wanna say even if the antis make online spaces uncomfortable for “bad ship” artists, there are always people supporting your art from the sidelines! don’t let the haters stop you from doing what you love, you’re doing god’s work with this ship! ˚‧º·(′̥̥̥ o ‵̥̥̥)‧º·˚

Hi anon! First up, I know how you feel-- to my knowledge I only know of like two other artists for this ship (both JP; people I'm friendly with) so when one goes missing, it certainly feels like a Void.

As far as people in the tags go; there's a very good reason why I never venture Into the tags, even at the start of my venture into KH. I don't even check my own Username tag because I saw something, once, and went "yknow what, nah". Some people are rancid for just the reason of having a squick towards a pairing with age gap-- despite most of their claims (Zexion being a minor; he's not, by an interview that lists all the Org minus Rox as 20+) (Aeleus being his 'father figure'; he's not. Ienzo has never listed Aeleus as a Father figure, when he lists his parental/mentors [They are listed as AtW, with a mocking commentary about Even's behavior towards him.]) just being headcanon. They spread this like it's canon, and use it as ammo to hurt strangers because they saw something they don't like and threw a fit, like a child being introduced to bitter vegetables. I never understood why they didn't just block, mute, move on. Rather, they'll openly vaguetweet, spread hate, and even screencap and go after users who don't use English as a first language leading to fear and hiding, with "is it safer if I just delete?" worries for their bullying behavior. [<- real situation! I had to speak a friend down from a metaphorical cliff over this!]

This kind of atmosphere does tend to kill a creative drive when someone is just enjoying a Kingdom Hearts fan-ship. I've never personally let these people get to me, but I'll admit I 'fell victim' to drawing for other fandoms and getting kinder commentary and reactions. (That's where I've been! Other fandoms crawled in and took over my mental space since it was kinder to engage in them.) (this also killed my urge to draw for KH at all. Not just the pairing I still love a lot and think of often, but in closed spaces with friends.)

So thank you for this message! It was nice to hear. I don't have any advice for anyone who wants to see more art from artists they love beyond "Support them", even if it's scary. If you support something and want to see more of it, openly support it.

Anyway that's my soapbox adulting for the evening. Thank you for giving me a reason to dust off my shaky skillset for them and draw them again.

[socksracoon10]

look i am not a lando norris fan at all but for the lando fans pls have SOME decorum we're all stressed about the race coming up, we all have our favorite drivers that we want to win I get it, this is a crucial part of the race. At least on my views, i don't want Lando to crash or DNF like yeah it would help max but i wouldnt wish that on my worst enemy so at the same time stop wishing it for max, dont wish that for any driver imo because that's childish and rude on top of all this, lemme clarify max will NOT try to crash into lando on purpose (ive been seeing posts like that)... i fear people keep forgetting that max has matured a lot more than people give him credit for. He raced clean in Brazil, the worst he's done as of late was his classic pushing them off track limits move but any other driver would do the exact same thing at the moment in order to secure their championship. at the end of the day, it's so funny how a number of people that the drivers have never met will go on long rants to tear down another driver. I have my thoughts about lando, I get mad too and I say stuff not ONLINE where others can read. i think we all need to calm down keep our thoughts in our head and if your argument is "b-b-but other people are - but other people are doing it they're saying mean stuff!" THEN BE THE BETTER PERSON??? dont stoop to their level thats all i wanna say at the end of the day youre not their parents, youre not their gf/bf, youre not even an acquaintance... you are a person on tumblr... that they don't know... dont defend them to death, dont whine about them to death just watch the damn race, pray your driver does well and if they say or do something wrong accept that they did something wrong and move on with your life thats literally it ok im done ranting lol (i mightve gone crazy in the tags lol)

[ablique]

okay so as you can see from the tags additionally to a royal au this is an arranged marriage as well. similarly to canon, the weasleys are dirt poor so arthur makes a deal with the king (oliver's dad). the details of the deal is that oliver's dad will help the weasleys financially if oliver can marry one of arthur's children (it was actually the king that made this deal with arthur and it makes sensei swear, or at least i think). however, oliver's marriage candidate wasn't percy at first it was ginny, since she's the only girl (the woods didn't know how young she was) until percy argued that it would be better for oliver to be viewed as gay rather than a child predator :P here's some other points cause I don't wanna leak the whole thing

percy and oliver are 17 turning 18 so if you do the math ginny is 12 turning 13

molly and arthur aren't the greatest in this (sorry)

there's no magic but it takes place in the same time period because it will physically pain me to do all the research needed

i probably made the weasleys much nicer to eachother rhan they are in canon and I can't do it any other way

period typical homophobia

I think that's all??? Idr if I can say anything else really so

i drew a seen from my royal au :D this is like the most beautiful majestical thing that I've ever drawn im gonna explode theyre so cute

Here's the bg cause it took me 3-4 ish hours ... and me being weird

[mellyssecrethideout]

treat me like a puppy.

call me a good boy, watch me wag my tail and do my little happy wiggles.

call me your pet and watch me melt and gasp and squirm because i don't know how to feel.

play fetch with me, put me on a leash, take me on walks, show me off. "do you guys wanna meet my new puppy? he's friendly!"

teach me tricks. give me little cookies as treats when i do a good job. teach me to roll over and sit still and play dead.

feed me out of a bowl on the floor. let me have my fun drinks like dr pepper and apple juice but only out of a dog bowl on the floor. laugh at me and tell me how pathetic i look eating and drinking like that.

take away my clothes. puppies don't need clothes, after all. make me wear ears and a tail. take lots of pictures and videos of me doing cute things and post them everywhere.

give me a silly name and a collar with your contact information on the back of the tag. make it nice and tight so it won't slip off.

don't let me use the bathroom, take me outside on a leash and make me go like real puppies do.

i'll get nervous when other dogs come up to sniff me and try to play but you just need to reassure me and tell me it's okay. let them smell me, lick me, use me if they want.

give me baths and watch me shake out all the water when you are done. snuggle up with me in the bed and let me curl up and fall asleep in your arms.

take me to the pet store and let me pick out crinkly toys to play with.

get me a kennel and put me in it when i'm being bad.

treat me like i'm your sweet little puppy.

[typically-untypical]

Protecting Each Other

AU: Human

CW: Violence, none of our boys are injured though, cages

WC: 1,473

Date: 12/4/2023

Roman jerked awake, eyes flying open as he desperately attempted to figure out his surroundings. He couldn't remember anything that happened, or really who he was, until it slowly started coming back in pieces. He had been out hunting for food, looking for something to share with his pack. He had gotten caught. Roman's eyes focused as he looked around the cage he was in, metal bars surrounding his sides with a hard wooden floor and ceiling. The cage was big enough for his wolf form, which he was currently in, and the bars were close enough together that if he shifted to his human form, he still wouldn't be able to escape. Did they know? Were his captors aware of what he was? He had always done his best not to reveal the secrets of his kind, but that didn't mean everyone else was. 

He let out a soft snarl, wondering if it was his dumbass brother who had caused the secret to be leaked. Remus had already told a witch of the existence of werewolves and Roman wouldn't be surprised if he had blabbed to others. It was infuriating, it was aggravating, and worst of all, Roman was scared. Sure he wouldn't admit it to anyone except his pack, but he was terrified these monsters hadn't just captured him, but had tracked down his mates, his loves. If Logan and Patton were also in danger because of his choices, he'd never forgive himself. He was their protector after all. Patton was far too kind to hurt anyone including someone who might have hurt other people. Logan on the other hand, hadn't been blessed with the strength or size of a great wolf. Sure he was still larger than a dog by any stretch of the imagination, but his wolf form was easily dwarfed by any other wolf much less any other werewolf. Roman was the protector. He was the strongest. He wasn't afraid of a fight. What was he going to do if the two of them got hurt?

He fought the whimper that was lingering in his throat, curling up tighter as he looked around. He truly had no escape. At least he wasn't moving. The area surrounding him was dark but he could see well enough. There were other caged animals and creatures, most of them asleep, most of them not looking well, and there were clipboards snapped to their cages. Maybe they didn't know he was a werewolf, maybe they thought he was a regular. Roman could see his clipboard dangling on his cage. Maybe if he turned human, he could look at what it said, if they spoke the same language he did. Was it worth being caught in his human form to chance it? What would it change about his situation? Roman began to pace, trying to figure out what his next move was when he heard a howl ripple through the night. His name was being cried to the moon in Patton's soft melodic tone and Roman wasn't sure if he should respond. Doing so could mean his rescue but it could also mean putting Patton in danger. A second howl echoed through the night, still far off but just as clear, Logan was there too.

Roman couldn't help it, his own howl built in his throat, tearing through his mouth as he matched their cries, calling to them and letting them know where he was.

"Shut it you mangy mutt!" He heard someone yell and although that wasn't proof that his captors thought of him as nothing but a wolf, it seemed to be leaning that way. If that was the case, maybe they could be tricked by him. Roman's breath quickened. Maybe he could get out. Rearing up the best he could, he started digging at the wood ceiling, fighting to weaken the confines of his cage. If Patton or Logan came he wanted to make it easier for them to break him out, easier for them to crash through the wood that was keeping him locked in. 

"I said shut up!" The man yelled again, a torch lighting up the space. Roman watched some of the other creatures flinch and recoil from the light, some of them going still from fear but he wouldn't bow. He snarled at the man in front, teeth bared. This man had dared to take him from his family, from his pack, and he wasn't going to have any of that. He was going to get back to Logan and Patton. He was going to protect them.

The man slammed a metal bar against Roman's cage, the ringing like needles against his ears. Roman pinned them down, shrinking lower, ready to pounce. He didn't want Logan and Patton coming into this, they were together but they could still get hurt, maybe he could just take a bit out of the man, if he could find a way to hurt this person just a little bit....

The other animals began chittering and making noise and Roman heard a growl that was unfamiliar to his ear. He and the man both looked back at the same time, wondering who or what had interrupted enough to cause a commotion. It was Patton. His large silhouette shone against the moonlight but Logan wasn't behind him. No, no, no, Patton could get hurt, Patton wasn't a fighter. 

At least, that's what Roman thought, but he was immediately proven wrong as Patton bound forward and with one paw tossed the man into one of the other cages, his head hitting the bars. He lay limply on the floor and Roman's eyes grew wide. Patton had done that, Patton had just done something that Roman didn't think was possible. In one movement he had knocked out another man, a human, a sentient being.

"Roman, my love," Patton's voice pulled him back, a now naked human form standing at the bars. "Logan is taking out the others," Patton had the key—he had grabbed it from Roman's tormentor but it was all such a blur. "We're going to get you out, we're going to get you home, but I have to rescue the others."

He wasn't ready to also return to a human form, feeling far more secure in his large wolf form, but he tilted his head in question.

Patton gestured to the other cages and of course, Roman should have known that Patton intended to free the other creatures who were being held captive. He had just been so stunned by Patton's sudden violence, not that it was bad, it was just, unlike him. The cage door swung open and Roman walked out, sticking close to Patton's side until another world ran in. Logan's thin lanky form was quick to come up to Roman and the two of them nuzzled against each other. They were together, they would be safe. 

"I should kill him for hurting you," Patton said, anger and disappointment in his voice. "How dare he?" But Patton made no move to hurt anyone else. As soon as the rest of the cages were open, Patton turned to Roman, looking him over and sighing softly. "You're okay? Like really okay?"

The concern and care in Patton's voice helped pull Roman out of his thoughts and into his human form. He nodded vigorously, throwing himself at his other boyfriend. "I'm okay," He whispered, "I'm really okay." 

The hug between the two of them was crushing, a tight embrace as if they might be able to become one person by just keeping the other close enough. Logan clearing his throat was the only thing to separate the two of them. "As much as I would appreciate joining this hug and reunion, we need to get out of here. Remus is pissed that you were taken and he and his betrotheds are planning on exacting their revenge."

Roman's eyes grew wide, "Good Hera, that is not going to go well for anyone."

Patton shook his head no. "So we're going to lead the animals out of here, then Logan and I are going to take care of you and make sure you're alright." Roman was touched, although he was a bit shaken up by being captured, he was physically fine. He didn't need his loves to worry about him so deeply, but their care made him feel loved. 

"Alright," he whispered, “Let’s go." He began to shift into his wolf form, watching as the other two did the same. Once they were all shifted, they started to run, out of the human encampment and back into the forest that was home. Roman let out a shaky sigh. He was okay, he was safe. He was once again with his loves. This time, he hadn't needed to be the hero, they had saved him.

[wardingshout]

Zelda goes mushroom girl

[egophiliac]

I saw comments that the new butler from Ridekamens look like Sebek

He...kinda does

I wasn't gonna say it, but. that was kind of my first thought when he was revealed. :') maybe this is what Sebek's older brother is doing these days? he ran off to buttle for secret agents at a superhero cafe? actually wait that would be rad as heck, I'll accept this headcanon

[deadleafpard]

Bravo's newest hit show: the formula one austrian gp

[bunnyboy-juice]

NO MORE ASSOCIATING THINGS WITH FEMMES ONLY BECAUSE THEY ARE PINK!HYPERFEM FEMMES ARE GREAT AND I LOVE YOU CAMPY FEMMES WHO EMBODY PINK BUT ALSO JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU GUYS NOT GO MORE THAN ONE DAY W/O TRYING TO SHOEHORN FEMMES INTO BEING ONLY PINK UWU BABIES. I AM FEMME AS IN GRASS AS IN DIRT AS IN TREE BARK AS IN WEEDS SPROUTING THROUGH THE SIDEWALK CEMENT. FEMME AS IN GENDER NONCONFORMITY AS IN FUCK YOU MY FEMININITY IS WHAT *I* SAY IT IS. FEMME AS IN DEPTH AND DARKNESS AND WARMTH AND TERROR. FEMME AS IN CAVES. FEMME AS IN LIGHTNING. FEMME AS IN AN AMALGAMATION OF TRAITS THAT I HAVE DECIDED ARE FEMININE REGARDLESS OF WHAT SOCIETY SAYS. FUCK IS IT THAT HARD TO UNDERSTAND?!???

[fennthetalkingdog]

This is a neopronoun/xenopronoun positivity post! If you see this, tell me what your neos are!! >:3

I mostly just go by he/they but I also go by xe/xem/xyr and other canine-themed neos!

[gabe-lovebot]

councilor 3D model

i learnt 3d modelling from the ground up to bring him to life. he's yours now. do whatever you want with him

[link]

please credit me if you make something using the model (or even ping/link me to it, i would love to see what you made!)

currently available as a .blend, .fbx and an SFM port.