#and i think it needs to like move into the future. like im dead serious ive had enough of the 50s aesthetic with it

[prozacwhorehouse]

too good (lip gallagher x reader blurb)

where lip comes to you after fiona kicks him out because he got expelled 😔

This is so short I just needed it out of my drafts NEOW

no warnings, just swearing !! also not proofread so entirely my bad if it switches from you pronouns to she pronouns

“I’ll get it! Jesus!!” he can hear yelling and stomping from the other side of the door.

“what!-“ the door fully opens, but when she sees who’s on her porch, she quickly narrows the opening.

“lip? jesus, you can’t be here- my dad will fucking kill you,” you whispered, trying not to draw attention. you both knew you weren’t kidding either. he could kill lip.

“who is it?!” he hears her dad yell from another room. lip assumes right away that he’s drunk on the couch, watching the game show network. when isn’t he?

“just a ding-dong ditch,” she comes up with a lie, “they’re long gone now.”

“goddamn kids,” her father groans.

the girl raises her eyebrows as if to say ‘what?’

“i uh-“ he hesitates, knowing you’ll probably have the same reaction Fiona did. but he knows you won’t let him sleep out in the cold, “fiona kicked me out.”

“well what the fuck did you do?” she asks, not surprised. as kev never fails to remind him, lip is the dumbest genius they know.

“i didn’t do anything, i just- can i come inside? fuckin’ freezing out here.” he shoves his hands in his pockets and shrugs his shoulders, avoiding her gaze

she scoffs, “what the- no, you can’t come inside- my dad-“ “will kill me. i know. can I go to your window?” She pauses, gritting her teeth while debating. she can never say no to him after all. “ugh- fine.” she groans. “go around the back.” he gives an appreciative nod and smile, skipping down the porch to go round back to climb up the terrace to her window.

“im going to bed, daddy!” she yells, from half way up the carpeted stairs. he waves her off in response, eyes glued to Card Sharks.

when she reaches her bedroom, she shuts the door and quietly locks it. she makes a hushing motion, warning lip before she opens the window for him to climb in. his feet come down on the ground a little harder than they should have, and her eyes widen, glaring at him. they pause to listen for motion downstairs- nothing.

“sorry,” he whispers, placing his bag down on her floor, walking over to plop down on her bed.

“move,” she ushers him over, taking her place on the bed. he assumes the position he’ll never admit he loves, his head in her lap.

“seriously, lip. what the fuck.” she questions, lightly tapping his cheek.

“y’know that deal fiona and I made? that we’d both get our diplomas, and id go to college?” she nods, beginning to rub his cheek. “well, ya heard about that kid who threw the chair through the window today, right?” she nods again, brows furrowed processing. “that was me. i-“ he pauses to laugh, even though it isn’t funny, “got expelled today.” her thumb stops moving, and her lips part in shock. “are you fucking serious?” she asks, hoping to god he’s fucking with her. “yep. dead.” he stares up at her wall and then back at her. she only scoffs. “jesus. you know you’re really fucking stupid, as smart as you are.” she pushes his head off her lap and crosses her arms over her chest. “what?” he scoffs, lifting himself up onto his elbows. “you. are. a. fucking. idiot.” she annunciates every word.

“jesus- it’s not that big of a deal. why finish high school when there’s no future for me anyway?” he questions. she hates when he does this. he undermines his successes, when really, he has the brightest future ahead of him, if he just tried.

she smacks him upside the head. no hesitation.

“what the fuck!” “you’re the smartest fucking guy at our school lip. kids would KILL to have the opportunity you do, to go to college and get the hell out of Chicago. and you’re just throwing it all away.” she shakes her head in disappointment, which is worse than being mad at him, he thinks.

“well when you put it that way, i sound like a fucking asshole,” he rolls his eyes, settling back down on the bed.

“Fiona’s right. she always fucking is. so you can pick yourself up and fucking do something with your life, or you can sleep on the sidewalk.” you offer him the two options, and he thinks. he knows you’re right. it’s so easy to fight his sister on things like this, because they grew up with that sibling banter. but when you back her up, it gives him an outside opinion, which he knows is the right one.

“why do ya always have to put me in my place, huh?” he smiles, and nudges her thigh. she can’t help but smile and pull his head back into her lap.

“just doing my job. bringing you down from your high horse,” she laugh, threading your fingers through his hair. it doesn’t last long before he’s moving up on the bed, pulling her to him, connecting lips.

“you’re too fucking good,” he smiles, kissing her again.

“know your worth, Gallagher.”

[pianostarinwonderland]

maybe skully isnt dead 🤯 [half copium half srs]

listen. ik ive been on copium for a while. ik we all are, ive seen twitter, tumblr, and everyone’s tags on my posts when they reblog

BUT PLS HEAR ME OUT. IM SO SERIOUS RN WHEN I SAY: if u wanna be technical about it, if u wanna stretch it out somehow, you can argue that the game never outright states that skully is dead, only that the skully we met was from hundreds of years ago.

“but mamsir pianostarinwonderland, how in the fuck can that be???? we HEARD that invisible kiss” LET ME COOKKKKKK 🔥🔥🔥 I SWEAR EVERYONE, I AM COOKING U JUST HAVE TO HEAR ME OUUUUUUUUUUUUUT— knocked out

Ok serious time, let me mansplain to you all the possibility of Skully being alive

Establishing first of all, Twst has kept Skully's nature vague

Simply put: we don't know if Skully is human. In his live 2D, Skully's ears are completely covered. Even in his illustration, we can barely see his ears. It's an interesting design choice. However, in his chibi (which wasn't revealed until Episode 5), we can see his ears aren't shaped like a fae, but are round like that of a human.

However, it's pretty hard to think he's human either, when we consider his "moshi, ne moshi" greeting in Episode 1 and its connection to the supernatural. Voiced, to be noted. Exactly what kind of creature he could be is currently unknown, but because this part was voiced, it's something we need to pay attention to at the very least.

In regards to his mortality, the only clue we're really given is Skully himself saying that he may never meet us except through Halloween, which implies a lifespan similar to a human or something similar. But Skully doesn't know how far into the future that the cast is from. Heck, does he even know of his nature?

Now, addressing that invisible kiss...

I feel like this is the main thing that told all of us that Skully is long gone. Heck, if you catch me in my right mind, I might just tell you that yeah, that should be enough proof that Skully is dead! Little signs from the dead such can manifest in similar ways to what Jamil and Leona sensed: hearing a kiss and feeling a kiss on your hand.

(unfortunately i'm not in my right mind so you're getting my dumb reasons why i'm arguing for otherwise)

However, if Skully is gone, I find it interesting that this is the way they decide to show it. We already know from the very first Halloween event that ghosts can manifest all year round in Night Raven College due to the high concentration of magical power in the area. Outside of that, they cannot be seen. If they really wanted to confirm with the audience that Skully is a ghost, they could have had him appear as such at the end, when they all returned to Night Raven College.

But they chose a scenario where people can draw a lot of conclusions from it: Is their senses getting fucked over as they wake up? Are they still reeling from the magic of the book? (though rationally, we know that Leona is not one to be easily stunned, so the first question is at the very least easy to dismiss)

I've also seen some people theorize that he's using invisibility magic during the invisible kiss scene. And well, while I find that funny, it makes me wonder if he could be some other kind of spirit that's not dead. Like an undead of some sort, which the residents of Halloween Town are. Heck, Azul's card line about Skully talks about how he seems to fit right at home with the Halloween Town residents. Again, we don't know Skully's true nature, but the possibility of him being a species that can turn invisible is interesting.

Moving on, we have what Dire Crowley stated about Skully

At the end of the event, Crowley tells us that he found Skully’s portrait while rummaging through the storage and shows it to us and the 11 boys who went inside the book

What he tells us is that Skully J. Graves is a NRC graduate from hundreds of years ago, before Crowley was Headmage. Note that he only was appointed for the position 100 years ago; the Skully we met is at least from around 200 years ago. During his NRC years, Skully got to share Halloween to NRC. It was a hit, and when he graduated, he spread Halloween all over the world in his travels.

I'd like to take a little detour first to discuss something that's been weighing on my mind: Some people have thought that Crowley is lying to us when he speaks about Skully and his achievements, but... I don't see why he would lie. For one, there is a decent chance that Crowley might not have gotten to see Skully. Even if he did, it's even more unsure if he was involved in Skully's affairs.

However, there's one main reason why I do think that Skully got to live a fulfilling life instead of facing an overblot that killed him or some other tragedy. I'd like to dedicate a longer post to this matter, but to make it concise, I think through Skully, Twst is starting to establish something new regarding their history. I think that historical teachings, folktales and stories, and rumors that are well-known tend to be lies or twisted truths. Whereas those that are obscure and not known are actually what occurred. Skully is called the King of Halloween who's done so much to spread the holiday to the world, yet not even NRC students, who should be the first to know considering that Skully is an alumna, know of him. Although there may be other reasons why that's the case, I like to think that at the very least, Skully's obscurity indicates that he did live the life he wanted and succeeded in working for a future that generations after him can enjoy.

Anyway, that actually isn't the main point of this section of the post, but I kind of want to air that out first. The main point is that Crowley only really said that Skully is a former NRC student from hundreds of years ago who traveled around the world to spread Halloween. But he never told us where he was buried or whether he saw his ghost roaming NRC. He never said anything about Skully being dead.

He probably said the hundreds of years ago bit, carrying the assumption that of course, Skully may have passed away. But we have to remember that we have long-living species in Twisted Wonderland. Fae that were students 200 years ago are very likely to be alive now. Crowley himself is a long-living creature, having been Headmage for 100 years. I think with that in mind, it's important for him to emphasize that Skully's gone if he really is. But he never mentioned it. Therefore, there is a good chance that Skully might just be somewhere else. That or Crowley just doesn't give a fuck where his alumni go, and I might be thinking too deeply about the absence of certain words. Honestly, that's a pretty good chance too.

Lastly, we have the scene where Jack Skellington gets shot down but survives it

Here's where it gets a bit more into speculation, but you're going to have to hear me out.

In the movie, Jack Skellington gets shot down by the military for impersonating Santa Claus. When the Halloween Townspeople watched it, they all despaired, and the mayor started declaring to all that Jack has been blown to smithereens and proclaimed him dead.

But that's not what happened: we find Jack landing on an angel's statue, alive and definitely not blown to smithereens.

And considering that Skully is still very much twisted from Jack Skellington... do you think the writers are pulling a similar move? Making us think that he's dead, just as the townspeople thought he was dead, only for us to learn eventually that he's alive.

This of course depends on what happens eventually in the sequel. From the way things are proceeding, what happened in the Lost in the Book with TNBC is events prior to the movie, and we could very well have the sequel be set during the movie events. (If you ask me, I kind of doubt that actually. I feel like Skellington got inspired by Skully's love for Halloween, enough to stay true to his identity as the Pumpkin King, which would mean the movie wouldn't happen the way we know it. So if anything, I feel like TNBC 2 would focus less on the actual movie and more on the side games where Oogie takes over Halloween Town and even kidnaps Santa and other people, but I admit, that's a stretch, especially considering that we will get Santa giving Halloween Town a taste of Christmas)

Of course, this post is really just to let some of my copium out. Rn, it's still safe to assume that yea, Skully's dead. And though I am coping hard for Skully to be alive, with the way Twst treats the dead, it's not exactly a bad thing. Ghosts continue to stay in NRC like they're living people. They honor the dead, and let the dead live among them. And even if he is in the afterlife and not stuck in the mortal plane, I have faith that Skully did live a fulfilling life that may have been forgotten but clearly changed the world. :'D

[writingoncloudydays]

Simple Life Together

a.n: Hey, so im not dead just had a lot of shit happen in the last months, so enjoy a short movie night With Dean and Cas

warnings: non, just super fluffy

0.94k Words

Dean sat on the worn leather couch in the bunker, feet propped up on the coffee table, eyes glued to the flickering screen as an old Western movie played. The grainy film transported him to dusty saloons, clashing revolvers, and lone sheriffs riding into sunsets. He loved these moments—the simplicity and ruggedness of the characters. A quiet contentment settled over him as he sipped his beer, lost in the film's nostalgia.

Beside him, Castiel sat, not nearly as entranced by the movie as he was by Dean himself. The angel had seen countless worlds and even universes, but nothing captivated him quite like watching Dean. His sharp features softened in the glow of the screen, and his green eyes were wide with boyish enthusiasm that Castiel rarely saw. In moments like these, Dean let his guard down, even just a little, and Castiel found it impossibly endearing.

Dean let out a chuckle at some dry quip from the movie, and Castiel’s gaze flickered from his lips to his eyes, admiring the ease in his expression. He found himself leaning slightly closer, drawn to the warmth that radiated from Dean, the subtle magnetism that always pulled him in.

"You know," Dean said, still not looking away from the screen, "These old Westerns… they don't make 'em like this anymore. Just a man, his horse, and the wild frontier. Simple life, y'know?"

Castiel tilted his head, his voice soft. "You like the idea of simplicity, don't you?"

Dean finally glanced over, catching the intense focus in Castiel's eyes. He chuckled again, though this one was quieter, more self-conscious. "Yeah, well… life's anything but simple, Cas."

For a moment, they just looked at each other, the movie forgotten. Castiel's gaze held something more profound, making Dean's chest tighten just a bit.

"You ever think," Dean asked, his voice lower, more serious now, "About what it'd be like? A life like that?"

Castiel's eyes never left his. "I think," he said slowly, "I'd want to experience it with you."

Dean’s breath hitched. It wasn’t the first time Cas had said something that hit him square in the heart, but the weight of it—the sincerity, the quiet devotion—made Dean’s usual bravado falter.

He swallowed hard, turning back to the TV, but his heart was still racing. The movie played on, but it might have been a distant hum. All Dean could think about now was the presence next to him—the way Castiel watched him like he was the most important thing in the room.

And maybe, just maybe, Dean was starting to feel the same way.

Dean’s mind spun with Castiel’s words, the quiet hum of the movie barely registering. He had always been good at deflecting, brushing things off with a joke or a smirk, but this time, the weight of Castiel’s gaze made it impossible to ignore.

He could feel the warmth radiating off Cas and hear the steady rhythm of his breathing so close. Dean turned his head slowly, eyes locking onto Castiel's once more. There was a vulnerability there that took him by surprise—an openness that Cas reserved only for him. Dean felt something shift inside him at that moment, something he had kept buried for too long.

“Cas…” he began, his voice soft, almost hesitant. He didn’t know how to say what he was feeling, didn’t know how to put into words the rush of emotions that flooded him all at once. But maybe he didn’t need to.

Castiel moved just a fraction closer, always attuned to Dean in ways he couldn’t explain. The space between them felt charged, like the world had narrowed to just the two. Dean’s heart pounded in his chest, and without thinking, he leaned in, closing the gap.

It was a soft kiss, tentative at first as if testing the waters. Dean’s lips brushed against Castiel’s, and for a moment, everything else fell away—the weight of their past, the chaos of their lives, the uncertainty of the future. None of it mattered. All that existed was the warmth of Castiel’s mouth on his, the way his hand came up to gently cup the back of Dean’s neck, pulling him in just a little closer.

Dean sighed into the kiss, his shoulders relaxing as something inside him finally clicked into place. He deepened the kiss, letting himself sink into it fully, savouring how Cas responded, soft and sure. It was sweet, tender, and filled with all the unspoken words they had never quite been able to say.

When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads rested together, the faint glow of the TV casting soft shadows around them. Dean’s eyes fluttered open, and he found Castiel looking at him with a mixture of awe and affection that made his chest tighten again.

“Guess I’ve been a little slow on the uptake,” Dean murmured with a slight, self-deprecating grin.

Castiel’s lips curved into the slightest smile, his thumb brushing gently against Dean’s neck. “I’ve waited for you, Dean. I’ll always wait.”

Dean closed his eyes again, a quiet laugh escaping him, but it was full of warmth, full of something he wasn’t afraid to feel anymore. He leaned in, pressing one last soft kiss to Castiel’s lips before resting his head against the couch, pulling Cas closer to his side.

The movie continued to play in the background, but now, Dean was no longer lost in the film. He was lost in the moment, in the quiet contentment of just being here—with Castiel, finally letting himself feel everything he’d been too scared to admit for so long.

For the first time in a long time, life felt a little simpler, a little more like home.

[kindnessisweakness2]

Delusional - Part 23

Jax's heart dropped when he heard his voice. He stood silently in his kitchen, Alex's Back to him. Just the sight of him stood in their home made Anger rise and burn in his chest. "The longer you hold this fucking gun to my head, really makes me think you dont have the balls to actually kill me. What are you waiting for Alex? All the dramatics, all the times you've told me you were gonna end my life and you cant actually do it?" Delaney's laugh echoed through the empty living room. Jax silently thanked a God he didnt believe in that she was alive. A mad man having a gun to her head wasnt ideal but her heart was beating and for that Jax was thankful. "Im taking my time. Enjoying our last moments together. Isnt it mad how far we've come love? High school sweethearts, Moving across the world together, a baby..." Delaney cut Alex's trip down memory lane short. "Do not speak about my child." Alex's grin spread wide at the pain in her voice. "Oh thats right, not my baby. A product of your sordid little affair with HIM." It was Delaney's turn to grin this time. "Did you ever think i would be stupid enough to let you get me pregnant? You dont deserve to be a dad Alex. Jax? He'll be an amazing dad one day." Jax's heart throbbed in his chest as he listened to Alex Taunt her. "Yes, with some other whore just as desperate as you to jump into his bed. You will be long gone by then. A distant memory." Jax felt sick as he heard him talk so candidly about her death. He wouldnt cope without Delaney in his life. Losing her would be the thing that tipped him over the edge. He would self destruct.

Shooting his mom a short text, Jax cocked his gun and stepped into the living room. Keeping the gun aimed at the assholes head he moved into a position where he could see Delaney too. "Oh Loverboy has arrived. Good. Lets get this party started." Alex looked at Jax, Gun still pointed firmly at Delaney on her knees. Her eyes widened at the sight of Jax. She didnt want him in the middle. She didnt want him to have to watch her die. Not only her but their future, their baby. Jax took in the sight of her. Face quickly bruising, blood dripping from her cheek where she was clearly punched. He was going to kill Alex. Make him fucking pay for everything he had done to his girl. The stalking. The attack. The baby. The abuse. Fuck he was gonna pay for it all. "Take the fucking gun away from her head." His tone was low, the look on his face serious. "You shoot me im gonna shoot her. Its a lose lose situation buddy." Alex spoke not taking his eyes from Jax, and it made Delaney feel sick. "You are one delusional prick if you think your walking out that door. I dont need a gun to kill you." Jax took a step forward with all the confidence in the world, throwing his gun to the side. Any other situation, Delaney would've found confident cocky Jax insanely attractive. All she could feel in that moment was fear for her fiance. Gasps left her mouth as Alex turned the gun on Jax. "Your willing to die for her? Thats sad man. You could have anyone but you just had to have her. She's MINE!" Jax shrugged and smirked at Delaney. "What can i say? Im a sucker for a pretty face." Delaney couldnt believe him. Even in a life/death situation he was a fucking flirt.

Alex Looked at where Delaney still kneeled on the floor. "Its you or him. You letting him die for a worthless piece of shit like you?" Without Missing a beat Delaney stood from the floor, "Me". He turned the gun on her, smirking. He knew she would offer herself. So predictable. Turning away from Alex slightly, Delaney smiled at Jax through tears."I love you." She was going to die. He was never going to stop. Her dead meant Jax was safe. Their family was safe.

And without missing a beat. Without over thinking it, Delaney grabbed the gun. One hand on the barrell and one hand on his wrist, fingers digging in the pressure points.

*BANG*

*BANG*

*BANG*

[stopthatfool]

3, 77 :333

YAAAAA FENTOMY ILYYY

77. Do you have a favourite scene you've written from Your jeep. Your teeth. The coffee that you bought me.?

omg ummmmmm... i think it's this scene from chapter 3 about Mav's mom (whom I made up, she is not 'canon') idk i was just really proud of like.. the imagery? i think that's the word. I was also proud of how much this short scene tells you about Flo Mitchell as a character and as Mav's mom.

Pete had watched as his mother parked haphazardly, crooked, and partially on the dead grass on their front lawn. He watched her fling open the car door and slam it shut, clearly on some mission toward the front door. The flag next to the door hung static and still, like a dead animal strung up on a line waiting to be slashed and skinned, waiting to be picked apart and eaten, waiting for its entire life to come full circle and rot in some hunters stomach, waiting for its own bones to be thrown out and picked apart by the maggots. The flag hung dead, unsentient, while Pete’s mother– she was anything but. She walked up to the flag, shoes clacking on the cracked pavement, her arms swaying at her sides. She unhooked the flag from its stand, her hair billowing in the sudden wind. It turned alive as soon as she touched it, flowy and slippery, squirming and wriggling through her fingers. Flo balled up her fists in the fabric to stop the movement, the life that erupted from it transferring from her to the flag. As she walked back to the car, the flag slithered and moved with the waves created by Flo Mitchell. Then Pete watched as she opened the back door and threw the flag into the back seat. It lay there, dead and unmoving once again, sprawled out against the leather, the stripes overlapping and the stars crumpled and muddled. Flo picked up Pete from the passenger seat and cradled him against her side as they walked up to their new house. Pete yawned, “Why did you do that–? To the flag?” His mother only steered her head forward, eyes serious and focused, “That flag keeps your daddy away from me– from us–” She looked up to the setting sun, the sky all orange and yellow, “Why should I fly the thing that keeps him away– that puts him in danger?”

Flo Mitchell supremacy!! Anti-war queen and Tammy Wynette fan! She's just like me....

3. Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic.

i thought you'd never ask (this is going to be long sorry (im saying this as if it's not already long))!!

i cannot, for the life of me, work directly from the computer. I am a "traditional artist" (whatever that even means) at heart, meaning that I have to do everything on paper </3. So for the first idea of Your jeep. Your teeth. The coffee that you bought me. i mapped it out very loosely in my silly little notebook.

(i blocked out spoilers (maybe) for future chapters...) check out my terrible handwriting! and check out how different the plot was! What was i thinking? "Mav bumps into Ice with Bradley after visiting Carole" yeah... sure. But once i had that loose idea i started writing in that same notebook and things kind of went from there.

And then i realized that i should probably plan out the chapters on paper so there's some consistency. so that leads to the little list-like mind maps that i make--

This is from before i learned TOP GUN moved to Nevada (sigh). In these list-like mind maps is where i come up with some of the important dialogue that needs to happen between characters ("I don't need to see a fucking shrink, Kazansky") and it was in these that the plot really began to change from that first mind map. I've made these mind maps for every chapter that needs to happen for the story.

Then after the mind map, I actually begin to write all the scenes out. after i physically write them out, i type it all up in google docs (sigh). AND THEN i copy and paste it all paragraph by paragraph into Grammarly (free edition i am not paying for that) and edit it all. And then i do it again. and then one more time. and then i post it. im crazy.

Thank u for putting in the ask!!! ily fentomy!!! i love talking about my fanfic (as you have so kindly suffered through these past weeks, thank you.) <333

[musecraft]

alright ! i've had a full 24+ hours to Process — which may have involved a bottle of prosecco ( i don't drink btw ) & going through a few waves of tears — & i'm here ready to talk about the finale. of.md spoilers below the cut, obviously !

some things i actually did like ( a short list ) :

the plot on paper. the beats of a good story were there but it was so rushed through & poorly executed that it just felt messy, unearned, slapped together.

ed thinking stede is dead & disassociating so hard he goes on a rampage & murders several of the soldiers in very sexy ways, ie: bayonet flip. also ed coming out of the ocean like aphrodite, ready to murder in his black leather. slay.

jim & archie kissing Like That before going to battle. also jim throwing knives from in the trees. very hot, powerful trans energy there, i really enjoyed it.

unfortunately everyone on the crew looked very sexy in stolen navy uniforms.

spanish "you best believe everyone in this household is poison trained" jackie.

zheng existing ( i would like to formally request a whole show about her )

stede yelling 'for love !' when attacking the british. romantic stede my beloved.

most of izzy's main dialogue — especially telling ricky that what really matters about piracy is belonging to something in a world that has told you that you are worth nothing. & yes, even most of of his conversation with ed. izzy telling him it's ok to just be ed ? killed me. & blackbeard was both of us ? don't even. i did want him to apologize to ed properly & am still glad that he did but be careful what you ask your god for am i right.

the final panning shot of the crew on the revenge. beautiful shot despite it all.

issues i had ( a longer list ) :

the editing ? why so many harsh cuts ? the way it was spliced together only contributed to the chaotic & disjointed feeling. & of course, the pacing. i think these two issues are connected & probably not the fault of the writers themselves. the show clearly really needed all 10 episodes to do what it really wanted to do, & this finale is just begging for that lost hour of screentime.

it wasn't even a good fuckery lol.

i wish lucius & pete's wedding had been... idk, just more. something more akin to calypso's birthday, a proper celebration for them. i also wish they would have given an indication they're still poly. "i now pronounce you mateys" was good tho.

ed apologizing & saying i love you & stede not doing either one in return. stede not being sappy in his irl fantasy ? impossible, im really confused by that choice.

0 resolution for stede's entire arc ? 0 indication of self reflection on his part ? & thus no resolution for the primary conflict of the show's central relationship ? they didn't even talk about their future, it just cut to them standing there & stede saying "so i guess we're innkeepers now" as if that's all he would have had to say about that ? i know that this show handwaves away a lot of things, like travel times & the realities of sailing, but i thought the story was literally about this relationship, & we don't get to see them decide on what their future together will look like. it's framed as stede just kinda going along with ed's latest whim ( since you know, they've always worked out soooo well for him in the past ) even though it's the exact opposite of what he's been moving towards personally lately, all without even saying a word about it ? i'm not even saying that i don't like this ending, but it just again felt so unearned.

very little actual resolution for ed's arc. his whole deal this season was about deciding who he wants to be, but he flip flops every time something doesn't go his way & the episode gave us no reason to think that would be different now with their inn. also he just killed a bunch of soldiers after having serious trauma surrounding the act of killing throughout the entire series, but i guess we're just supposed to believe that's ok, he's totally fine, he's an innkeeper now ! (will say more on this topic in the final section.)

poly things not being handled well or outright forgotten about. like olu / jim / archie / zheng has all the potential in the world for a beautiful poly love story & we barely got to see them interact together at all. & to think i was all :eyes: when izzy was dubbed the unicorn because i actually thought for a few episodes there that they might be doing the same thing for polyamory in s2 that they had done for queerness in s1, showing the audience that it's ok to see ourselves in stories & not just on the fringes, we're not stupid or freaks reading into something that isn't there. but turns out, it wasn't there, & i was the freak & the clown all along. live & learn.

the elephant in the room ( rip izzy you beautiful freak ) :

here's the thing. obviously i was never going to be happy that they killed my most favoritest old man. the fact that he's dead just when he found something real to live for is literally heartbreaking to me. but i could have swallowed it as a natural & important part of the narrative if one small thing was done differently: izzy could have had an actual sacrifice. & not for ed, but for the crew. after his speech about living for the crew, him choosing to act in a way that compromised his safety but earned their freedom would have felt like a completion of his arc. but instead it was a stray bullet to the left side which he earned in stede's so-called suicide mission ( don't even get me started on that line given where izzy started this season ), an injury which the show has told us previously is 100% survivable.

in the crew sacrifice scenario izzy could have acted as the symbol of piracy itself, a way of life that is dying. he is, after all, The Pirate (aside from blackbeard himself) on the show. & he has a history of letting shit slide that kinda doesn't align with the way of life they're trying to build on the revenge, not just in s1 but also in the scene with lucius in s2 ("& you? are you happy with all this?" "well, this is a pirate ship, & i'm a pirate so... yeah, i'm good with it.") ricky says they are at "the end of piracy" & izzy is the last REAL pirate (including ed because at this point as he is moving away from that life). & as izzy himself says in s1, "the only retirement we get is death." izzy also shows pretty intense self-preservation, & most of his shitty actions in s1 are motivated by often misplaced survival instincts, ("i'm not dying. not for you & not for that ponce,") so having him go against this longstanding character trait to protect the crew would have felt earned after his dramatic growth. it could have worked. it still would have hurt, but it could have worked.

instead, the way it is actually framed, the narrative actively robs izzy of this symbolism & instead makes his death entirely about ed & ed's relationship to piracy. having him die in a random incident & then having his death scene be followed up by ed finally "officially" (for the third time) giving up piracy honestly flattens everything i find interesting about them as characters & their dynamic to each other.

ed & izzy have very clearly been in clearly a mutually toxic codependent relationship (platonic or otherwise) for decades, but the framing of izzy's death being the only thing that can free ed from piracy (& blackbeard) turns izzy from a complex character of his own into a 2-dimensional plot device. & if izzy truly couldn't exist without blackbeard, then it would make sense — but we've just seen that he can, actually ! that he is a person outside of that relationship, despite what he himself thought for most of his life ! that they can both exist outside of them, & there is a very real possibility that neither of them actually need blackbeard anymore. so instead his death feels cruel to me. & because we know this is the show where injuries simply don't matter unless we need them to, we know that this was a conscious choice, that the writers genuinely felt he had to die for the story (ed's story) to continue.

& you know, that's fair on some level. he's the lead after all. but i also think this framing is actually kind of reductive to ed's character ! i don't write ed, but part of what makes him so compelling to me is that he is... kinda a "bad person," but he wants to be better. he's extremely complex. he has trauma & big feelings & he doesn't always act on them in the right way. & he feels guilt & remorse — he knows he has done wrong in the past & wants to be better, even if he doesn't always know how. & izzy has admittedly been an obstacle to him reaching that end in the past, but to frame it as if ed's actions were because of izzy, & actually izzy was making ed be blackbeard & manipulating him into doing bad things that he didn't really want to do, then i guess now that izzy is dead ed is free to skip off into the sunset happily ever after with his man ! the bad influence in his life finally gone, so he is all healed ! never mind that his most recent return to piracy & killing spree as blackbeard had literally nothing to do with izzy & everything to do with thinking he'd lost stede again. never mind that ed's trauma has its roots in things that happened to him before izzy (his father) & things that also happened to izzy (hornigold). nope, izzy was the real shackle all along. he has to die so ed can be free, & he only ever existed solely to develop ed's pain. that's what this narrative feels like. & i just... don't like the taste of it on any level. izzy says himself that blackbeard was both of them. so why does izzy have to die while ed gets to move on, given they both have shown the capacity to do so ?

the bit that i think i like least about how it's executed is izzy saying "i want to go," especially considering how he & ed are both shown to be actively suicidal in the opening of the season, & he has since started to regain his self confidence from that lowest point. & maybe that line could be read as him just trying to soothe ed in the moment, but idk, it rubbed me the wrong way for him to say he still wanted to die when in fact he had just found something he actually wanted to live for.

so ! i think that's all i have to say about that ! if you've made it this far, thanks for reading ! i'll be working today on writing up a basic canon divergence for both stede & izzy, since i don't like how either of them ended the season out. sorry, but stede's simply not ready to give up pirating just yet, even for ed. & in my head, izzy is fine because he was shot on the left side & "science" tells us there's nothing important in that half of the body anyway. : )

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[remain-uknowable]

The annoying thing about adhd and anxiety is that is never feels serious enough to be accomadated or helped in any way(i know other disorders are like this but let me talk about my disorder i always have to act like it doesnt affect me i hate it) . I just look lazy and dumb and weird and selfish and i dont know how to control it without breaking myself. I dont feel in control of my mind and i feel so tired and overwhelmed every time I go home i just feel dead and want everyone to leave me alone but yknow life moves on and if i wanna go anywhere I gotta continue. Nothing is going to stop for me and everyone else has it worse anyways.

I just have to keep going and trying and going and focus and hey when was the last time you cleaned your room hey you only did one of the things your were supposed to you have to get up why are you so tired you barely did anything you have to socailize but you dont know how you struggle to read people well you have to anyways oh you didnt pay attention to what they were saying how much eye contact are you making was that the wrong tone are they tired or frustrated you cant tell can you dont be selfish why cant you ask for help because they may get mad and hate me for it well you have to or your gonna break again but i cant what about your drivers permit im worried I wont pay enough attention to be safe well you are going to have to pay attention then and you arent brushing your teeth regularly im sorry i keep forgetting and now my body wont move well you have to who cant brush their teeth regularly at their age you have to get up. Get up. Get up get up get up get up get up. Oh you gave up? Pathetic. Oh also you need to think about how your going to make money in the future. Are you worried you wont be able to hold down a job in the future? You arent going to be cured. Your going to stay like this. Either you fail or work yourself and go against everything you are till you break. But be yourself anyways! People like it when you are genuine. Not a fake ass bitch. Your not faking it right?

[ham1lton]

just got out of hospital yesterday (feel 4 u 🥲) and thinking of dream girl!yn who has to get surgery (maybe appendectomy for the vibes) and the simps are just in her comments like 'me hi i will be ur personal nurse!! 😁😁😁 pick me!!'

and lewis is going 'excuse me this is my assistant? i will be the nurse?? all of you back the FUCK up???'

especially if maybe seb/jenson/kimi/other dilfs are trying to poach his assistant? that would be hilarious

author’s note: omg i’m praying 4 u fr. this hospital shit isn’t for the weak 😔😔😔 this has been finished and just sitting in my drafts for sooo long. i’m so sorry. this is short but i hope u enjoy!!! <3

— part of my dream girl series.

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yourusername: collapsing on live television wasn’t the move but we survived, minus my appendix. i’m gonna miss u allen…

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user1: why did u name it allen.

-> yourusername: i liked it 🤷🏽‍♀️

user2: did roscoe visit you in hospital??

-> yourusername: no but it’s okay <3 he gave me lots of snuggles when i got out!

user3: -9283738 aura for collapsing on camera

-> user4: but +infinity aura for being a bad bitch 🤭

*liked by yourusername.*

jensonbutton: i’m glad you’re okay yn! hope you enjoyed the flowers :)

-> yourusername: i did!! thank you so much!! they’re gorgeous!!

-> jensonbutton: if you need anything, and i mean anything, let me know.

-> lewishamilton: she’s fine. thanks for your concern 🙂 plus the flowers were cheap. i’ll give you the name of my florist for the future 👍🏾

-> user9: HELLO?2&29

landonorris: yn!! they wouldn’t let me into the hospital room but are you okay?

-> yourusername: perfectly fine mon frère 😋

-> user5: u got BROTHERZONED LMFAOOOO

user6: omg i can’t believe yn collapsed when jungkook was watching…

-> yourusername: WHAT?2&/@ DONT JOKE ABOUT THESE THINGS WAS HE REALLY THERE???????? 😭

-> yourusername: I WILL LITERALLY ASK THEM TO REINSERT THE APPENDIX SO I DIE IM SO SERIOUS PLEASE

-> user7: they’re joking babe 😔

-> yourusername: i hate y’all ong 😒😒😒

sebastianvettel: hi yn! hope everything is good. i’m glad that you’re fine! if you want support or anything, please reach out!

-> yourusername: seb ur so sweet :((

-> lewishamilton: oh so now u remember your ig login? you can forget it again it’s okay 👍🏾

-> sebastianvettel: i do remember my ig login. i just use it for important things only. yn don’t forget my job offer still stands.

charles_leclerc: yn did you get my text messages?

-> lewishamilton: she was too busy being in surgery. maybe later yeah? 👍🏾

-> user15: you can text me charles

-> charles_leclerc: i don’t have a phone. sorry 🤗

georgerussell63: yn????? are you alive??? please say yes???

-> yourusername: how could i be posting if i was dead, nerd?

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-> yourusername: omg georgie i feel rlly bad now :( i’m sorry 😔 i’m okay.

-> georgerussell63: no it’s fine. you’re back to bullying me which means you’re good 😃

-> user8: most underrated f1 friendship

user10: nico bought you flowers?

-> yourusername: yes! he was very sweet. the card was lovely too!! he insisted on buying everyone on my ward coffee for taking care of me.

-> user10: how do you know each other?

-> yourusername: my first job was working for his wife viv! she was the one who originally introduced me to lewis <3

-> user11: nico stealing yn would be the funniest end to the brocedes drama LMFAO

user12: jenson, nico and seb all trying to poach yn this is so funny to me.

carlossainz55: if you need a nurse, let me know. i know all about post-appendectomy care ♥️

-> lewishamilton: she doesn’t need a nurse. she has the best care available, how about you focus on fighting for p14 next year 👍🏾

-> user13: LEWIS PLEASE

-> user14: yn!!! he’s out again!! cut the wifi access!!

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[sapphirebluediaries]

Entry 02: ITS BREAD TIME

I've been in a good mood these last 2 days :) Been enjoying this semester's school schedule so much, I have a 4 day weekend EVERY WEEK and it is incredible. I'm adapting to it still and learning to fill up all the extra time with productivity and studying, etc. Here's what I got done this weekend

Today's Song: Feeling hyped today...

I spent 3 hours start to finish taking everything out of my NIGHTMARE of a bathroom and deep cleaning it.. I was scrubbing everything in that joint im dead serious.. How tf do door hinges get dirty?? IDK but they did but now evrything in there is super shiny and clean. I had 2 bags full of old products I didn't need/were expired to throw away by the end of it. A lot of it was stuff my sister left after she moved away, but now it's all gone!!! :D Plus new pretty shower curtains and bathmats since my old ones had gotten gross.

I went for about an hour-hour 15 min hike yesterday with my dogs, it was really fulfilling and mostly steep uphill so it was definitely a workout for me. I really enjoyed being out in nature with the dogs though and just embracing the uncomfortable difficulty of the hike itself.

I baked my first bread (PIC BELOW) and it turned out awesome!!! it was a really simple no-knead recipe, and I am very pleased with it and know how to do better next time. It was so fulfilling in such a simple way, and it inspires me to spend more time baking in the future. I already cook pretty much all of my meals, but I've never been much of a baker. This year, THAT SHIT CHANGES!!! Because damn is it satisfying!

I've been doing well just taking care of the basics, like my laundry, keeping my room decent, vacuuming, not letting dishes pile up.. That is hard some days so I am glad its been getting easier :)

As I am writing this, I am in the middle of mealprepping for the week ahead.. Monday is essentially my sunday right now with this schedule, so I'm cooking my favorite soup to eat during the week, as well as twice baked potatoes :)

I requested an appointment with a local psychiatrist to look into getting medication for my diagnosed ADHD. I think it will really help since I definitely struggle with being productive and getting shit done unless I'm like absolutely brute-forcing it. Excited to get that booked and see the difference.

I got all my homework done too and read some chapters of my textbook, but it was just pretty simple stuff for my comms class. Anyway heres the pics of the hike and more importantly the BREAD

[tigercomplex]

i really do just get mad at fallout too often

[citrinesparkles]

welcome home.

jason todd x gender neutral reader. 2,086 words. notes: requested by an incredibly flattering anon as part of my hundred followers celebration! thank you again for the feedback, and for enabling me :) also was subconsciously influenced by this piece. warnings: arguing, discussion of danger, reader gets accidentally threatened, patching up wounds, lots more swearing than my usual (but it's all mild language). angst and comfort, i think. super dialogue heavy. this is so long and a little (lot) messy just. prepare yourself

"man," a robotic voice echoed dangerously through the dark living room, sending chills through you. "did you pick the wrong apartment."

luckily, the voice was familiar. "um, the one i live in?"

he choked out your name, startled, and you flicked on the light switch to find him frozen in place with a gun in his hand.

"right." you said tensely, glancing at it- which made him jerk his hand down, shoving the gun into its holster as though it burned him- and looking back up at the eyes of his helmet. "so, uh, i'll turn a light on next time."

"you shouldn't be home yet," he said stiffly.

"i texted you like, three hours ago to let you know i'd be home a day early."

he swore quietly. "my phone's in the river."

"how did it- you know what, at least that explains the radio silence. you didn't think to have someone else- anyone else- let me know?"

"uh." he paused, tensing almost imperceptibly for a moment. "no. i was, uh, i was busy. i'm sorry."

"busy, huh?" something felt very wrong, and not just the fact that he had nearly shot you. "okay, i'll bite, busy with what?"

"nothing important."

the sinking feeling in your stomach intensified and your eyes narrowed dangerously. "important enough that you forgot to tell me you weren't dead in an alley somewhere, when you knew i'd be texting to check in anyway. leaving me worrying in a hotel room in another city."

"nothing out of the ordinary, nothing to worry about." you were really getting sick of the sound of his modulator, but he continued before you could say anything. "go back to what you were doing, babe."

"yeah... uh, no." you stepped forwards and he flinched back defensively, making you freeze. "seriously, what is up with you tonight?"

"noth-"

"jason, i promise if you say nothing one more time, i'm going to lose my mind."

he shifted his foot back slightly, and you took a deep breath.

"okay," you conceded, raising your hands up in surrender and moving backwards yourself. "respecting your space now. that wasn't my best decis-"

your voice cut out when something under his jacket caught your eye.

something red.

"holy crap, jason, what the hell?"

he winced quietly. "you weren't supposed to be home yet, okay?"

"take that stupid helmet off already, would you?" you snapped, already moving to get the first aid kit.

"i would've gone somewhere else if i'd known, okay?" his voice, now clear and crisp without the filter, followed you down the hall.

"that does not make this better!"

"can you please not yell at me right now?"

you dashed back into the room, shooting a vicious glare at him. "jacket."

he slid it off gingerly, dropping it on the couch next to his helmet.

"can you get the armor, or do i need to help?"

even despite the domino mask he was wearing, you could tell he was rolling his eyes. "if i couldn't do it on my own, why would i have come here if i didn't think you'd be home?"

"hm," you took the piece he handed you and carefully set it on the couch, "maybe because you're a stubborn jackass?"

he grunted, sliding his undershirt off and passing it to you. "i don't wanna stain the couch with that."

"your priorities suck."

"it's the nicest piece of furniture we own!"

"it's still a couch!"

"it was expensive!"

"oh for crying out loud-" you threw your hands up again, this time in frustration. "fine! fine. i'll go put this in the tub and get a soak going. you-" you shoved the kit towards him pointedly- "start washing that off."

"how come you're calling the shots?" he snapped back petulantly.

"because my torso's in one piece."

"i have way more experience with this, i should be making the decisions here."

"oh, of course, my apologies!" your voice was absolutely dripping in sarcasm. "what, pray tell, would you have us do?"

he scowled at you for a moment before reaching for the first aid kit and flicking the lid open. "whatever."

you turned on your heel, stomping into the bathroom.

the shirt got thrown into the tub and the tap got tossed all the way on, and as the water crashed into the gray fabric, you took the opportunity to squeeze your eyes shut and breathe deeply.

you opened your eyes a minute later, finding the water dyed a rusty almost-red from blood.

his blood.

you turned off the tap- gently pushed the handle, this time, the fire in your chest now largely extinguished- and made your way back to the living room to find him running a rag over the space below his ribs.

"may i?" you asked softly, stopping a few feet away and holding a hand out to him.

his jaw clenched and relaxed three times in quick succession, but he finally sighed and dropped his shoulders before holding the rag out. "yeah, c'mere."

you worked in silence, being as gentle as possible. jerking your hand back and mumbling apologies when he hissed.

"s'okay, comes with the territory."

you pressed the alcohol-soaked towel back against him, and he sighed.

"that was stupid, huh."

a small laugh escaped you. "it so was."

"can we..."

"try that again?"

"yeah."

you pulled back, standing up straight to meet his eyes. "only if i can take the dumb mask off of you."

"i thought you liked the mask," he teased, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

"jason."

he chuckled, wincing again when it jostled his wounds. "ouch. uh, yeah, mask. g'head."

you gently pulled it from his face, setting it neatly on his other gear before running your thumbs across the line of adhesive it left on his cheekbones. "hi there."

"hey." he leaned into your touch, vibrant eyes fluttering halfway shut. "so uh, welcome home."

"thanks. could've done without the gun, though."

a choking sound tore from his throat, his eyes flying back open. "holy shit, baby, i almost-" he jerked back from you, no regard for his side. "you almost- shit, shit, are you- i'm so sorry, i didn't-"

"okay, woah, hey-"

"i could have killed you."

it was a whisper, horrified and harsh, and while it was technically true, his tone teetered on the edge of a dark space you had seen before and really didn't want him falling back into.

"yeah."

you desperately searched for the right thing to say, rejecting variations of "but hey, you didn't actually", "maybe you should be more careful about waving a gun at people", and one particularly unhelpful "no shit, sherlock".

finally, you settled on a quiet, calm "but i'm still right here, okay?"

his hand flew up to cover his mouth, doing absolutely nothing to hide the near panic written on his features. "i could have killed you."

"okay, so, in the future, we'll... we'll uh, we'll come up with some kind of system for letting you know when i'm home, or something."

"oh, like a phone?" he asked harshly. "the one i was stupid and sloppy enough to dunk in the harbor?"

"that wasn't- i'm guessing that you had a lot on your plate." you waved the cold, bloody towel in your hand at his wounds. it made him curl in on himself slightly, stepping backwards again until his back hit the arm of the couch.

"no excuses. i could have killed you."

"i-"

"no, i almost shot without saying anything!" he exclaimed, brow furrowed and eyes stormy. "i thought someone had broken in, and i got so- i don't even know, damn territorial or some stupid shit- that i almost put a bullet between your eyes. i could have-"

"jason!"

he screwed his eyes shut and dropped his head, roughly tugging his fingers through his hair. "i almost-"

"but you didn't. okay?" every fiber of your being wanted to hold him, to tug him into you and put his hand against your ribs and show him you were okay and breathing, heart still pumping, but he looked enough like a cornered animal that you half expected him to bite you if you tried. "c'mon, jaybird. a life like yours, can you really afford almosts?"

"life like mine, i can't afford to let anyone close to me. apparently, if the goons and thugs don't kill you, i will."

"that's not-"

"what if i hadn't said something?" he snapped venomously. "what if i'd lost more blood and was loopy from it? what if i'd come home with a concussion- again- and didn't think past 'point and shoot'?"

"jason," you finally interjected. "you think i haven't thought about that?"

his eyes, grim and vicious and so full of emotion that you thought you could drown in them, dropped to the floor.

"because it's not a secret that your life is risky. you're risky. i know that. but you're worth every ounce of danger, okay? i'm choosing this, choosing you, knowing full well what i'm getting into, because you're worth all of it."

"i'm not worth any of it."

"that's not your call to make."

"it-"

"you think i need you to make my choices for me?"

"no, of course not."

"you think im stuck here?"

"do you feel like you are?"

"absolutely not." you inched forward again. "i'm here because i want to be."

"...i just... i don't..."

"don't want me to get hurt?"

he finally looked back up at you, eyes watery and jaw tense. "or worse."

"i know, baby. i know," you sighed. "but that's part of life, right? and if the hurt's inevitable, i want the rest of my time to be as nice as possible, and you make my life better. make me better."

"by putting you in danger?"

"it's gotham, handsome, i'm gonna be in danger either way. at least with you, i know i have someone looking out for me. right?"

"always," he said immediately.

"okay then." you took the last step between the two of you slowly, watching for any resistance. meeting none, you brushed your knuckles against his. "i can't think of anywhere i'd feel safer."

"you know that's crazy, right?"

you hummed quietly. "nah."

"i'm being serious."

"me too."

he studied your face silently. you smiled softly at him.

finally, a sigh escaped him and he scooted his hand forward, wrapping his index finger around your own and squeezing gently. "you're sure you want this? i can set you up with a place downtown for a bit. you'd never have to see me again, never have to worry about... all of this."

"i've never been more sure of anything." you said it firmly, confidently, letting the words hang in the air for a few moments before popping one eyebrow up playfully. "why, need to make room for a side piece?"

a startled choking sound escaped him. "excuse me?"

"i mean, when you were talking about being busy, it felt kinda suspicious."

"what is wrong with you?" he asked, exasperation and laughter coating his voice.

"listen, you were being evasive!" his head fell forwards, resting on your shoulder as he laughed.

"i didn't want you to know i was bleeding all over the place!"

"why, didn't want me to worry?"

"exactly!"

you reached your free hand up, gently resting it on the back of his head and playing with his hair. "then maybe, just maybe, you should have gotten someone to tell me your phone went for a swim."

"fair enough."

you stood quietly for a long time, running your fingers through his hair and enjoying the feeling of his breath against your collar.

"i..." he muttered, pulling back to look in your eyes. "i don't think- um. i don't think i'm..." he groaned, gaze darting to the ceiling. "i love you. but the minute you have enough of- of all of this-"

"i won't."

"but if you do, i'll... i'll understand, okay?"

you squeezed his finger gently. "okay." you inhaled deeply, dropping the bloody towel you were still clutching and slid your hand forward to hold his completely. "can we get a bandage on that and go to bed, now?"

"....yes please."

---

"wait!" you yelled, throwing the first aid kit haphazardly onto the bathroom counter and racing after him into the bedroom, where he whirled around with wide eyes. "i love you too! i never said it back- i love you too."

"don't yell like that- i thought something was wrong!"

"me not saying it back is urgently wrong, jason!"

[running-with-kn1ves]

Jonas is some what aware that reader may not hold the same “intense” feelings like him, but he can see that he’s able to ”break” her and or her spirit. i mean in jonas’s head he’s not “forcing” her to love this asshole or some dead beat. In his head, jonas has all the qualities and more fit for a partner, father and more. This goes back to his moral compass, he’s at heart a good guy (that’s what he likes to reassure himself at least) he wants her to voluntarily be in love with him. but if he has to force her, he soothes his gulitity heart that ”he would be good to her” and ”at least he’s not a outrageously bad guy”. But he doesn’t believe he has to ”force” her just yet, he’s at the stage where he believes with a certain “work” she will fall for him (maybe not as intensely but he’s fine with it). He can see the internal conflict brewing in her eyes when something intimate happens (she trying to decide how to effectively react to it). and he’s totally the type to buy a house for her and not tell her after he buys it 😭😭😭, his reasoning is that he knows she wants it but doesn’t understand that you actually have to be patient and talk with your partner 💀. its a wolf thing i promise. I’ll like to think how he can help her become more carefree is that after a serious of bad work incidents (works in the fast food industry) and student loans is killing her. and she’s just totally breaking down. He comes in her job and sees this customer be totally heinous to her and she looks at the verge of crying. and settling his manners side for moment and completely skips the entire line of people waiting to buy food and just goes off on this person, and she runs away to the back, he follows her, he’s like ”please don’t cry. i set them straight” and he isn’t aware that she isn’t break down because of that incident alone but just her life in general and she’s really fucking tired and just wants to give up. that’s what she’s explains to him. and being the apathetic he is, he goes ”why dont you quit“, 😭😭😭. after some arguing they reach this point where they’re having this intense and deep talk about reader, he asks her some questions that make her rethink some decisions, example being attending college. Of course at the end of it, it isn’t totally where she’s like “yeah im just going to drop out of college and become a housewife”, it’s more she’s thinking about her future in a way she hasn’t before. and with the help with Jonas. she’s stop crying at this point and he’s cuddling her and then he takes her home and she spends the night at his place for the very first time. this is the milestone. reader is stubborn but she’s isn’t unchangeable. in a way reader and jonas are the same. they think their way of thinking is the only true way. but they learn when you want to start a relationship you sometimes have to give something but mostly learn how to compromise. After, he starts his development a bit such as becoming more emotional aware and sensitive that this triggers reader’s own development. Kinda cute how their futures are intertwine with each other.

Ahh I see. So in most attributes he *is* a good, rational guy, but not necessarily when it comes to his obsession. And to himself, I can't tell if he's a little cocky or if his confidence is well deserved lol. I mean he DOES have more positive attributes than most, and can most definitely provide for his family, but he's no perfect man when it comes to some things like emotional needs. But It makes sense that his guilt plays a part...

I wonder how long it’ll take jonas to get frustrated with how slowly things are moving between him and her. I mean, he already expects her to fall for him quickly, but upon realizing thats not going to happen, Im curious to know how long he’ll give her to begin to give in. I doubt he has a set time, but how long would he wait for her to succumb to him before moving to more drastic methods? And because she’s so stubborn, I think it’d take a bit. But I LOVE that eventually she finally has this mental breakthrough with jonas, realizing that theres another way to live, that there’s another way to look at things. Im interested to see how he’d become more in tune to her emotional needs; like, how he stops making decisions without asking for her input or her opinion. He seems like the type where there would be a lot of trial and error. He’d need a lot of patience when it comes to understanding what *she* wants and her emotional satisfaction, considering he’s so used to acting before asking. 

 I’m glad that she has this kind of development though; it draws her and jonas closer together and its like this kind of advancement that makes so much more room for their future. They both learn to compromise and become a somewhat healthy couple together. ಥ_ಥ

[katsukavi]

I wanted to make this a full fanfiction on my wattpad, but I didn’t want to disappoint everyone with the super slow updates (like my scumlord lol) so.. here’s crap I pulled out of my notes called arise, undead (“pretty obsessed” sung jin-woo x male, zombie reader) I also really like the options I have in tumblr lol. I’m a little embarrassed to add tags because I’m not sure if people will like it and stuff.. But yeah! This is the book cover I made for it here too! :D

Im having too much fun with these new stuff~ (please excuse me. this is my first long post and i love everything here—)

(spoilers)

The plot is that Jin-Woo finds an undead in the woods, tries to arise him and it does work. Now they fight together because the zombie has no memories and is literally immortal (yet dead). Near the end, they discover that MC was murdered and his body was buried in the woods yada yada. Then when Jin-Woo goes back, he has to save him. But, he has to save MC as a 15 year old while MC is a 27 year old..

(I planned that part out and I think it’s a little funny how suddenly a kid approaches you like “You’re going to die if you go somewhere. Come with me, I’m your lover from the future.”

“Ah, it’s a chuunibyou.. Sorry kid, but I need to go to work—“

“No.”

‘Alive or not, MC still looks like a zombie.. Why are you so overworked?!’)

IT WAS SUNG JIN-WOO’S FIRST TIME using his new job skills, so naturally he’d get excited in testing every single little thing about it. He just exited the purple hued portal behind him, feeling like he acquired an interesting new toy to play with. Even though he was tired from the lack of sleep, his joy kept him from passing out.

Either it was that, or the rain pouring over his head. All his excitement flushed into disappointment as his shoes got muddy from the damp forest foor and his clothes getting completely soaked in rainwater. It would be impossible to pass out with the loud thunder rumbling in the background.

He cursed with every step on his path, finding it hard to walk with the slippery and uneven soil, his vision blurry from water and dark skies and his body dragging itself against harsh rain. Unfortunately, he was also already very exhausted.

Out of all the times for a thunderstorm, why did it have to be right after the job change quest?

From behind the trees, he heard a low distorted roar—forcing him to dip his head towards it’s direction. He held a dagger in one hand, trying to make out its shape from behind the trees.

It was in a humanoid shape, making him relax just a little bit. “Is anyone there?” he questioned.

His voice seemed to reach the stranger as they left their hiding spot in the trees’ shade. The person looked to be a man wearing a formal suit, diluted blood marking over his chest and face. Even though he looked human, he didn’t seem to breathe, just limply staring at Jin-Woo with a blank and lifeless expression.

Strangely, the stranger’s (s/c) skin was pale, like blood hasn’t been pumping through his veins. But attacking a person because they looked really sick wasn’t a good thing, it’s like attacking an overworked person because they looked so dead. It was either it was too dark or the view was too blurry.

“Hello?” Jin-Woo called out one time, staying cautious from the stranger. It lunged at Jin-Woo with a raspy growl, nearly scratching his face. Jin-Woo ducked, a small scratch appearing on his face from the speed. It definitely wasn’t human.

Sung Jin-Woo was already fatigued, at a disadvantage with the location as well. He cursed, barely dodging every slash thrown at him. “Igris!” he called out, the shadow materialising from behind him. Igris grabbed the humanoid monster, a splash of mud splattering around as it was thrown.

Sung Jin-Woo stabbed it deep in the chest, not a single drop of blood spilling out as he stepped back to breathe. He put his hands on his knees, staring at the lifeless corpse as he sent Igris back. ‘It seems pretty strong.. Should I extract it?’

He took a deep breath, getting closer to the body as he raised his hand. His posture was elegant, holding a composed expression as droplets of rain streamed down his attractive face, adding to his charm. A deep and soothing voice left his mouth, sending chills to anyone who would hear it.

“Arise.”

Though unfortunately, the Shadow Monarch was greeted with nothing but silence and the sound of ambient rain. That’s odd, if it was a failed extraction then a notification would pop up to let him know or something. Was the system suddenly broken? If that’s the case, he should try again.

“Arise.. arise. ARISE!” he shouted multiple times, but a shadow didn’t get extracted. He furrowed his brows, squatting down to find out the cause of his skill suddenly breaking. “Why isn’t it working..?” he mumbled under his breath, getting closer to the body with a puzzled look on his face.

“Arise. Arise. Arise arise arise. Wake up. Rise and shine. Arise. Awake. Good morning. Arise.”

“I’m not dead yet, dimwit.”

Did the body just.. talk back to him?

“You didn’t hear anything,” Jin-Woo blurted out, getting embarrassed from the montage of Arise and synonyms he was saying to something that was alive. He stabbed the body once again, trying to kill it as he attempted once more. “Arise.”

“You don’t have to try again. I’m not dead,” the man just sat up like it was just his average tuesday, sliding out the blade from his chest, handing it to Jin-Woo and dusting off his clothes. The undead just raised his head towards the sky, watching clouds part as he lifted his palm, no more droplets landing on top of it. “Oh, the rain is clearing up.”

“Excuse me. Didn’t you just try to attack me?”

“Did I? I don’t remember,” the stranger scratched the back of his neck, looking bored as he yawned. “My name is (L/n) (M/n), age 27. And you are?”

“Sung Jin-Woo, 24.”

“Nice meeting you. Now where in the hell am I?”

/////////////////////////////

(L/N) (M/N) HAD A NASTY SCOWL on his face, plopping the sewing kit on Jin-Woo’s bed as he angrily tried to open it with one arm. Unfortunately, someone had cut off his right arm that he spent ages trying to sew back on.

“What next, my leg?” he cursed under his breath as Sung Jin-Woo opened it for him. “Wait a minute,” Jin-Woo said, sticking the end of his arm to his shoulder. “Hold this,” he said, making (M/n) keep his limb in one place as he put the thread in the needle.

“What?” The zombie still looked very angry, knitting his brows together as he held still. “I thought you needed a hand,” Jin-Woo lightly joked, trying to make (M/n)’s mood towards him a little better. The undead male gave him his signature dead stare, tightly holding his severed upper arm before speaking.

“Jin-Woo, I am dead serious here.”

He started to lightly chuckle, noticing that Sung Jin-Woo was almost finished with sewing his arm back on his body. “Hey, you’re pretty good at this.” His remark made Jin-Woo smile as he opened and closed his hand, almost as if it was brand new.

“My clothes kept getting ripped when I was E-Rank. I learned naturally.”

“The next time you rip off my limbs, please fix them too,” (M/n) said, flailing his right hand in the air with satisfaction.

“Well next time. I’m sure I’ll make you mine.”

“I doubt that.”

///////////////////////////// (now it’s just random dialogues i pulled out of my idea dump lol)

“OH HECK! There goes my leg!”

“Oh no... He’s dead! It’s not like I’m happy about it or anything~! ...Arise arise arise arise—“

“IM NOT DEAD!”

“God damn it.. Jin-Woo, could you go fetch my torso, and my arms and my legs and uh.. my head. Yes, thank you.”

“You don’t have a heartbeat and your skin is ice cold. I stabbed you 32 times. How are you still moving?”

“Dunno, ask Jesus.”

“I CAN’T BREATHE! I’M DYING.”

“You don’t breathe, (M/n).”

“Oh yeah, you’re right.”

“Sometimes I wonder if you want me dead or if you want me alive. Which one is it?”

“Either way is fine as long as you’re mine.”

“Gross, necrophiliac.”

“Good night, (M/n).”

“Good night, Jin-Woo..”

“Alright.. arise arise arise arise arise arise arise—“

“Once again, I am not dead.”

“You’re not useless, (M/n). Because when you die, I WILL MAKE YOU MY SHADOW.”

“HOW IS THAT SUPPOSED TO COMFORT ME?!”

[svnaslove]

beach trip with fukurodani

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ; [requested;anon] hcs of beach trip with Fukurodani where reader has a crush on Bokuto

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ; my bad writing

this turned into more of a story than a hcs, sorry😭(but i promise this is worthwhile this is so cute skjsjsj)

ok ok ok when you heard there was going to be a beach trip with the boys fukurodani volleyball team and you were invited you were ecstatic !!

but then...

you remembered that your CRUSH, BOKUTO was gonna be there

jesus christ

now this was going to be an anxiety induced trip

bokuto with his sunshine of a smile and beautiful personality and muscles and the fact he’s gonna be in swimming trousers....

YOU NEED TO STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT

but then you think about how YOU’RE going to be in a bikini

um 😳

you’d have to be either nuts or v confident to reveal yourself in a bikini and not be a tiny bit nervous because you are surrounded by a bunch of 17-18 year old guys

at least the managers were going to be there and they were all girls so you were a little bit more relaxed (unless you’re into girls too sjkjks)

so comes the day for the beach trip

you went to fukurodani yourself, a second year and you were invited by yukie, one of the managers

she was one of your best friends and she’s trying to get you closer to bokuto *eyebrows* *eyebrows*

you took 2 third year classes that you shared w him and that’s how you ended up knowing him and started to have feelings for him

the whole team plus the managers went together on the bus they used to ride to games, so you know what that means

ya in the bus too love <3

anxiously, you made your way to the back of the bus with yukie dragged behind you, taking a seat on the same side as the door of the bus at a window seat

“im so nervous” 

yukie just looked at you and said “he likes you too dummy”

your brain: SKJSJKJKFLSKFJSDKJ HUH

she’s just smiling slyly and takes a huge bite out of her food she had packed

“watch, bokuto’s coming to the bus now. guess what’s gonna happen. i’ll do it for you. he’s gonna look like he’s freaking out and blabber to poor akaashi next to him about how nervous he is that you’re actually in the beach trip with us, and then when he gets on the bus you two are gonna lock eyes or something because you’re so dumb for each other and then he’ll do that hey hey hey thing and come sit near us and start talking to you.” she declared inbetween bites

you scoffed, “yeah, as  if.”

“he’s very easy to read, you’ll see” she says

you rolled your eyes at her, there was no way she could be right about this

but-

wtf 🧍‍♀️

you looked out the window and saw bokuto and akaashi walking over to the bus, bokuto rambling nervously to akaashi, akaashi had a sympathetic look and bokuto couldn’t stop fiddling with his fingers. must be a habit he picked up from akaashi.

you looked to yukie and she wore a smug look.

the two boys walked in, bokuto in front

you looked at him to see that he had been looking at you, you two locked eyes and you heard yukie laugh 

a soft pink taint made it’s way to bokuto’s cheeks and your own

“hEY HEY HEY WHO’S READY FOR THE BEACH” bokuto laughed trying to snap out of the trance of locking eyes with you and came and sat DEAD RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU

im-

i-

“wtf yukie is this staged or something”

“im the mama manager, never doubt the mama manager” she winked

well now we have a future teller.

you looked over to yukie and whispered, ”if you’re the ‘mama’ manager i wouldn’t suppose you know why he does that hey hey hey thing do you?”

she smiled, “it’s how he gains confidence when he’s nervous” she winked again, taking another bite of her granola bar

the bus’s engine starts and you’re now all on your way to the beach

bokuto turned around in his seat with the biggest smile, “hey y/n-chan- is it okay if i call you y/n-chan? i was wondering what your number was so we could add it to the groupchat in case you get lost at the beach :)”

SLY ASS BITCH

you gave him your number and told him it was okay to call you y/n-chan

hOW-

maybe ya girl yukie was right, he did have a thing for you too, you will never doubt mama yukie again 😔

you all are nearly at the beach, you can already see the ocean, the coach is just trying to find a spot to park in when bokuto turns around in his seat again, “HEY HEY HEY, Y/N-CHAN DO YOU WANT TO GO TO THE OCEAN WITH ME WHEN WE ALL GET CHANGED?”

poor bby you

rED AS A TOMATO

“i- uhm, yes thank you bokuto-kun” you smile

at this point you just want to sTRANGLE YUKIE BECAUSE SHE HAS SUCH A SHIT EATING SMIRK

ITS DRIVING YOU CRAZY

“oooo~ go to the ocean with yo manz y/n” she whispered, poking your side

screaming internally because yukie is teasing you nonstop and bokuto jUST ASKED YOU TO HANG OUT W HIM SKJFS

you guys find a spot to park and start unloading and walking towards the beach

ah  it felt so nice, the sound of the waves, the sand under your feet and the warm sun

everyone for the most part had changed, you had to hold yourself back when you saw bokuto, wHY WAS HE SO MUSCULAR

bite bokuto’s muscles 2021

you dazed out staring a little too long at bokuto and his v-line

yukie had to push you into the changing room to get you to “stop being weird” as she put it 😭😭

you were just admiring the view 😭

when you walked out, everyone was still around talking to each other but you noticed eyes stealing glances of you here and there

and then you noticed bokuto from a bit far back, was he-

was he-

checking you out?

you literally short-circuited

rip y/n 2020

his cheeks were flushed, akaashi next to him, seemed like he was trying to hold back a laugh

close ur mouth bokuto

ur already dead idk how ur blushing too

you walk up to him and he’s like “you look really good y/n” all dazed out

cue akaashi hitting him in the back of the head and walking away for bokuto to stop being h word

he nervously laughs, “let’s go?”

he rented two boogie board while you were changing and surprised you w it awee

so you two go into the water, deeper, and deeper in and there’s like no one around and it just feels natural??

like you’re both not that nervous as much as before and it’s just fun

you got smacked on the face by a wave and he started laughing only to get hit in the face by an even bigger wave

you had to pull him up from underwater lksdjfdklsfj

and now bokuto’s hair is... down?

excuse me sir this is not allowed

stop playing with y/n’s heart, y/n can’t take it they’re gonna die again

u just zone out looking at how pretty he looks with his hair down and he’s all laughing because he had to be saved and then he relaxes, still smiling and looking at you

is this gonna happen?

i think it’s gonna happen

he gets a little serious now

you’ve never seen him calm down to this point

“y/n... i.. i like you, like, alot” he let out a small laugh to relieve the tension

you can’t think of words to use to reciprocate your feelings to him so you just do it

you throw the boogie board from under you to the side and just hold his face and kiss him

bokuto was surprised, he tensed for a quarter of a second before relaxing and enjoying your kiss

his arms held your legs up around his waist underwater so you didn’t have to kick up while kissing him

he tasted of salt water from the previous fall

mid kiss he started smiling in the kiss

“i’ve been waiting for this for a long time you know.”

you can’t help but to smile, “me too”

and you both just start softly laughing with each other

he bring you out of the water and you’re both holding hands, “let me treat you to some ice cream” he said

the whole team notices you two coming out of the water and holding hands and they’re all like

$#(#$*()??WHAT???#$#)$*#(SLKDJFDSKL

akaashi is slightly surprised that bokuto managed to do that so fast but happy for him

the rest of the team was just “BOKUTO???DID??IT???”

they knew from the beginning that he liked you since he’s always talking about how pretty you looked in class to akaashi and how you make him so nervous and how he wishes he had the courage to talk to you and they all know how they set up yukie, conveniently enough being your best friend to invite you to the beach trip so that bokuto could make some kind of move

BUT DAMN BOKUTO

THAT WAS FAST

you two are just giggling the rest of the day with each other holding hands and hanging out together

IT’S SO CUTE SJDFLKDSJ

when it got to sundown it started getting colder, you didn’t expect for it to get cooler so you didn’t bring a jacket

bokuto had a baggy jacket on and he just told you to come cuddle up on his chest and he closed the jacket with the two of you inside

yukie was about to cry because he was so DAMN SWEET

she took pictures for you because what’s a best friend for

the sun’s setting and the sky is gorgeous, a mix of pinks and oranges with wispy clouds and the ocean right in front of you

bokuto’s sitting behind you and you’re sitting in front of him and his legs are wrapped around you and you’re inside his jacket w him and he just leans in and plants a soft kiss on your cheek, “will you be my s/o?” he asks softly, nearly a whisper

when you say yes his heart springs and he hugs you tight

when you two get back on the bus to go home you two sit together, you both end up falling asleep together, falling on each other and you had his jacket on since he got hot but you were still cold 

yukie definetly took a picture of that too

[shaechans]

dream! reaction

group: nct dream (ot7)

desc: someone flirting with their s/o!

genre: fluff and angst????? 

word count: 1.1k

a/n: lmao lmao i remember writing this last year and drafted it cause it was too cringy puke but now i have gained a tiny bit of confidence and let’s see maybe i might be able to post some more in the future!! y’all can request. also, this is pretty short but i hope y’all like it anyway<33 also random gifs sooooo yay! also also i have so much to say im so sorry i tried to make this as gender neutral as possible so please let me know if i need to change something, i would like everyone to enjoy!!

lee mark

usually, in your relationship, mark is pretty mature (which means you be wildin and he's always there to control your ass). that also means that he's real protective of you and is basically a second mom to you. so when he saw that dude actually picking up guts to talk to you while he was literally standing next to you in the mcdonalds queue, oh was he pissed! although, he would try to keep his chill, which did not exactly work by the way you would end up trying to calm him down. he would start by sending off cold and sharp glares at the dude while wrapping a protective arm round your waist, completely violating his pda rule. with mark's stares striking his soul, the guy was soon gone, with which mark heaved out a relieved sigh.

“babe you need to stop being so pretty. it's not helping me in anyway!”

huang renjun

this boy is already damn whipped for you, even if he acts all annoyed and shit, that's all the loving he's giving (so you better fucking accept or there's gonna be a gun to your head). when he first saw that dude acting up all over you and flirty he would activate his over protective switch and turn all manly and serious. renjun pure baby boy lasted long anyway. as soon as he walked over to the very uncomfortable you, he'd make sure the boy fled taking in his cool and broad shoulder exterior. after the guy wasn't in his sight anymore, renjun would mutter a few curse words, only heard by you and wrap you in his arms, making sure to have you pampered by him and never letting you leave his line of sight.

“thatʼs right, you better make a move before my gangster shoulders do.”

lee jeno

BABY BABY BABBY BABY-

being already very vEry over protective boyfriend he is, the guy flirting with you better think twice. jeno absolutely hates when he sees you talking to a someone that is a not him. you better damn expect him to be pretty much raging when he saw this one dude's hand on your leg while you were seated next to some fountain waiting for jeno's arrival. without wasting a second, he would rush over and stand behind the guy, fumes very evidently leaving his ear holes. ʻiʼm sorry but who do you think you are touching her like that?ʼ he would start to question, startling the guy in front of him. when he saw you heave a huge sigh of relief and rush to his side, he would feel so guilty for not reaching there sooner and grabbing the jerk by his shoulders, he would shove him away. after he calming down a little, he would pull you into a hug and never leave your touch for the rest of the year.

“oh my god baby i'm so sorry for leaving you here alone with that asshole.”

lee donghyuck

now this boy is already super cocky and shit so you'd expect him to take this whole situation as a joke. but hell no you nasties. hyuck's much more than just a jokester. he's a great boyfriend and so if he ever witnessed a scene like this, it'd make him feel quite disappointed with himself, saying that he's never there for you and stuff like that. anyway, seeing you trapped in a somewhat alley that your house stood on, almost at a dead end, a disgusting man trying to have you appealed by him, he would never just stand there shocked. donghyuck would probably do the unexpected and punch him square in the face. rethinking the situation you got into, a few tears would appear at his eyes while you pulled him into a hug, comforting him.

“no one else is allowed to touch you or i will so not spare them!”

na jaemin

jaemin's already super head over heels for you that you cannot count the number of heart eyes he gives you. so when he saw to have a ʻconversationʼ with a dude not him, you'd expect him to feel really sad and upset. at first he thought he was a close friend that you were happily catching up when he took in the look on the guy's face. although when his eyes flickered toward your quite uncomfortable expression, he would make his move as to save you from the discomfort. marching over to where you stood, he would wrap both his arms around your waist, placing a quick kiss to your cheek, looking up at the guy asking

“so what were y'all talking about babe?”

zhong chenle

chenle is that boyfriend who is always super delighted at your presence and again, super whipped for you. he may not be the person to step up or initiate stuff but if it's for you then consider it done and there's a very limited amount of stuff you can deny coming from him. so when chenle had come with the idea of stepping out of the house for a small walk, you could never ever deny (and don't you dare!). so while walking, chenle decides to get ice cream and leaves you by yourself on a bench, when some boy around your age shows up with his dog and bad flirting skills. while so intrigued by the little poodle, you hardly payed attention to the guy so when chenle showed up all angry, to say that you were puzzled would be an understatement. not able to say much before the boy got dragged away by his pup, chenle was quite relieved he didn't have to test his muscles. although, he still wanted to let you know that he would risk it all for you, even his five minute work out energy.

“i'm so sorry for dragging you here only to be flirted with some dog man, ugh! here's some ice cream though<33”

park jisung

jisung is that boyfriend who seems to be pretty shy and embarrassed by literally everything you do (damn it y/n). not only that, he may be a little insecure as well as he sees a heap of good looking korean boys his age everyday. afraid to lose someone as precious as you, he would at times join in the weirdness with you like how chenle taught him. anyway, despite his insecurity being at peak lately this random dude from your class decides to ruin everything and bring his levels to a max. whilst flirting, jisung would overhear the conversation thinking that you would flirt actually back. this suddenly him and he would distance himself from you. so you were surprised to not find jisung and when you eventually did, he was crying (poor baby). so of course you comforted him saying that you loved him only and there was no way you were flirting back there with stupid han gongjoo.

“so you still like me?”