#and now you're trying to act all “whatever” about it

[cephaloph0re]

we're going back to the first thanksgiving

everyone lets do this ok? play touys

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

Kind of a request if you're taking those <3 Feel free to just vibe with me abt it tho instead lolll Idk how up to date you are with everything, but Katsuki's heart recovery and all that. Tbhhh I'm a little lost on it bc I'm not perfectly up to date with it all and have vague idea of it. But I feel like with the whole having to keep himself calm and stuff for his heart, he'd probably never really be 100% back to being able to constantly do things the way he was before. Like he'd have to take a day to relax his heart every once in a while when it's too overworked even when he's a pro. Imagine having to have him stay home when you notice his behavior's a little off. Like he's not acting feisty or trying to get into little play fights with you, because he's trying to stay calm without telling you. Idkkk, it's kinda cute to me (not the idea of a heart injury!) having him have to reluctantly take a day off bc you forced him to. Just turning on a corny little movie he grumbles about while cuddling with him. Or making him relax with you in anyway you can think of because you're not letting him leave yours sight until he starts feeling more okay.

heartbeat, my heartbeat..! ♡

synopsis : katsuki's stuck at home, and that sucks. but he's stuck at home with you, and that sucks way less.

an. okay twin first of all so sorry this is a really old ask i actually LOVED this ask sm...but then tumblr literally deleted my og draft and it made me lose inspo forever :> soz!!! i hope this makes up for it and that you enjoyed bc YOU KNOW I LOVE THIS!!!

cw. LIGHT MHA MANGA SPOILERS !! fluff, maybe a teeny bit suggestive ? kissing n smooches ! and into the spiderverse being my favourite movie, theres a little references to the movie towards the end :3

"you got a problem with your bladder today, too ?"

"...the hell are you on about ?"

katsuki scowls, looking down at you in surprise, his thumb rubbing your arm slows to a stop.

"oh katsuki, i'm not stupid. you've been to the bathroom like ten times since the movie started. if you wanted to watch another movie you could've said that." you giggle, desperately trying to hold in your laughter when he flushes at your accusations.

your boyfriend squints "...shut up an' watch your movie." he dodges, scoffing when you laugh.

katsuki's heartbeat is slightly irregular today, and you're watching spiderman into the spiderverse.

it's just slightly off beat, just a bit...off. not exactly in tune with your own when you try to match your breathing.

thump...ba-dump.....thump

just slightly off.

to him, it doesn't matter. it never does, because as long as he can keep moving he's good to go. as long as he could keep standing and as long as he was breathing nothing was impossible for him.

clearly, you don't think the same as him, you're watching spiderman across the spiderverse again.

it's a good movie, the best movie (in your humble opinion). and you're only watching it because katsuki had grumpily told you to "just pick whatever." when choosing a movie for your impromptu chill day but it's almost become a ritual of sorts, whenever katsuki gets a sick heart day, this has always been the movie you put on.

you've completely memorised the script by now but you're still just as excited about it. katsuki thinks that's the only good thing about being stuck in the house like this.

years ago, doctors had told him that while him surviving what he'd been through was a miracle, he was still only human. and being human meant giving his heart a break once in a while. once in a while, when his heartbeat felt too irregular and his chest ached just enough for it to feel uncomfortable and it'd hurt to breathe every few hours, he couldn't be dynamight anymore.

of course, to him, he was always going to be dynamight, day off or not, so you're here to remind him that on off days like this, he could just be katsuki. flesh and bone and slightly off kilter heart.

but katsuki had never been good at just...being: being quiet, being still...he'd never been the type to just sit still and watch a movie. he likes commenting on the acting or the characters actions, cus he would definitely not make the same mistake, but he's watched this movie so many times he didn't have much to say anymore. he's even caught himself repeating some of the lines with you under his breath. (it always makes you giggle when you catch him, but he pretends not to notice.)

besides that though, he's always a bit antsy, always ready to go and always on the move. which is always a bad combo for someone who desperately needs to sit down and rest.

that's why he was so quick to get up to "go to the bathroom"— you won't allow him to do anything else, because apparently he needs to do stupid stuff like "take it easy" and "rest"—just for an excuse to walk around and stretch his legs.

he's always ready to get up to grab you something to drink or eat from the kitchen before you can even stretch to do it. of course, you're always quick to tell him off "sit your ass down ! i got it." you'd laugh while he grumpily flops back into the couch and crossing his arms.

"if it's the bubble guts we have some—"

your boyfriend groans, he dips down to nip your ear "shut the fuck up. stop talking." you laugh, pushing him away weakly while he bites your ear.

"katsuki, stop being rowdy ! you need to—"

"yeah, yeah be careful. i fuckin' got it. yer startin' to sound like my damn doctor." he grumbles, he continues nosing around your neck to nibble at your skin like a dog.

"well, somebody has to remind you to take a chill pill once in a while. it's like you'll die if you're not moving, it's insane." you sigh, running your fingers through his hair when he settles down into your neck, breathing you in.

"you did not just say chill pill." he snorts, giggling into your neck.

you slap his back, biting back a snort "wh-so what if i did ?! shut up, you !" you desperately try to hold in your laugh but fail miserably and soon you both find yourself giggling like idiots on the couch.

when you both calm down, katsuki noses at your jaw, his teeth scrape against it. "m'fine y'know ? 'ts not like i'm incapable of doing anything. not gonna drop dead just because i'm moving too much," he mumbles a quick snarky "by your standards."

you sigh, he nudges his head against you, putting more of his weight onto you so you're taken in by his warmth completely.

"i know that...but i wish you knew when to..relax, you know ? you being here means a lot to a lot of people," you grab both sides of his face to get him to look up you "it means a lot to me. i need you to be healthy and ready to kick ass without risking anything happening to you."

his eyes soften when he looks at you, leaning into your palm after hearing your words "there's always gonna be risk, sweets. s'just what i gotta do."

"that doesn't mean i'm gonna let you chip away at yourself, not if i can stop it." you insist. "i've already almost lost you more than once, lord knows you've got no regard for your own safety, psycho."

your boyfriend flushes at the sincerity, he can't help looking away for a bit. you can tell he's got a snarky remark at the tip of his tongue, but he decides against saying anything, he leans into you more.

"y-yeah, yeah okay—i got it, alright ? i just...wanna be the best. and not just for this hero thing but for..." he trails off.

"for this...us..y'know ?"

he was just so cute, you're heart might start beating erratically next !

you smile sweetly, leaning forward to press a smooch to his nose "cutie." you coo.

"shaddup.." his nose bumps against you when he quickly leans up to get more of you "gimme a proper kiss, at least."

"you're so needy, whatever happened to saying please, hm ?"

katsuki grumbles, diving in for a wet long smooch, grabbing the back of your head to pull you against him. he pushes you downward to deepen the kiss, but you push his chest.

"kashukiii—" kiss "no—" muah ! "no—being rowdy !" you lecture in between kisses and giggles. your boyfriend groans. he pulls you up with him so you're positioned on his lap, hands on your hips.

"fine, just sit here then." he pats your sides, mouthing and kissing your neck. he squeezes your hips when you melt into him, humming into your mouth. his hands run up, up, up, 'till he gets under your shirt but he simply keeps them there, just to feel your skin. he pulls you to sit even closer, you can his heart beating against your own. slightly off kilter, not in sync. but you decide it was yours to protect like he'd protected you and so many others, until he'd be able to go off into the world and be dynamight again.

for now, you'll keep katsuki here with you.

thump...ba-dump.....thump

before katsuki can go back to taking the lead or possibly take things even further, you're pulling away suddenly with a squeal against his mouth.

"ou, ou wait ! this is my favourite part !"

"for fuck's sake...you watched this shit like four thousand times already !"

"katsukiii, you ever hear of the shoulder touch..?" you giggle pressing your hand and forehead against his. he rolls his eyes in response, but he's reminded of why he's doing all of this in the first place seeing you this happy and giggly. you win by saving right ? and katsuki would do anything to save your smile and keep it all to himself. so of course, he does the "hey..." with you at the same time.

you're the only reason days like this aren't hell on earth for him, no matter how many times you watch the same movie or how many times you joke about his bathroom trips, he wouldn't trade these days for anything else. despite how sometimes his chest aches and it hurts to breathe a little bit, you make him forget, even for a little while, and let him be your katsuki and your katsuki alone.

thump...ba-dump.....thump

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[enhaeil]

Jay’s response to you taking off your ring during an argument

ACT LIKE THAT! ☆ 박종성

"how you gonna up and leave me now how you gonna act like that? how you gonna change it up? we just finished makin' up... how you gonna act like that?"

how you gonna act like that - tyrese

c/w: angst, arguing and im in love w jay

it's as if a grey cloud is sitting over your once happy home. the bed is colder, the conversations are dry, and the goodbyes are quiet.

you can't even remember the last time you put the 'i' in front of 'love you'.

but you knew you loved him. you know the man you married and you know how good it could be. "it's just a bump in the road, that's all." is what you keep telling yourself, until it finally caused a crash.

"i just feel like you don't even want to be in this relationship anymore, y/n. i try to talk to you, but you shut me out. when i hold you, it feels distant. when i try to make love to you, you always push me off. do you even love me?" he says, still keeping his voice at a decent level.

"do i love you? of course, I love you, jay. if anything, i should be asking you that. when's the last time you've actually tried to do any of that? you barely look at me." your chest feels tight. your voice is rising, and it feels like you can't control it.

"i look at you all the time, y/n you're my wife. don't try to flip this on me when you're the one who's been distant." he says, taking a seat on the couch to ground himself.

"sure, jay. you look at me. whatever. but are you really seeing me ? i'm miserable, jay. i'm unhappy. i'm going through it. i feel trapped in my own house, and then I have to go outside and face it too. i should be able to at least come home to a husband who acts like he cares about me."

that was the pin to the balloon. for the first time, jay raises his voice at you. and you don't like it one bit.

"fine, y/n. if i'm such a bad husband, why're we married then?" he shouts before his brain could even process his words.

he wants to take it back. he wants to stand up and hold you, but his legs won't move.

before he could, you're out of his sight, and he hears your bedroom door shut. god, he's such an idiot.

jay gives it some time. not just for him to collect his thoughts, but for you to collect yours. he knew both of you were stressed, but not to this point.

he finally heads upstairs, carefully opening the door. he hears the shower running and lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

he scans the room, looking at the box of tissues sitting on the nightstand, a sign of the tears he made you shed that night, his chest tightening at the thought.

he noticed something sparkling next to it, causing him to step closer.

the ring he spent hours choosing, because he knew you didn't deserve just any regular ring. the ring he gracefully placed on your finger on your special day. the ring he's pressed kisses against absentmindedly, a promise to each other, sitting on the nightstand.

he didn't think you would take his words to heart. he knows why you two are married. he knows why you chose to stay with him even when he hasn't been the best husband. he plays with the diamond band in his hand as thoughts race through his head.

he doesn't even hear the shower cut off or the door opening as he sits on the edge of the bed, staring at the ring in his hand.

steams follows you as you leave the bathroom, hair damp and towel wrapped around you, yet once you spot jay, you tightened it as if he'd never seen you more vulnerable.

"j-jay ... can you step out, i wanna get dressed." you say, voice quiet and hoarse.

his heart breaks even more, hearing that. "don't be like that, y/n. please." he says desperately.

a moment of silence passes, before he lets out a shaky sigh. "you took your ring off." he says letting out a dry chuckle.

your heart sinks. you'd never thought it would get here, seeing the man you love, broken.

"i'm sorry, jay. i didn't know what to do and- and i was angry, and i-"

"i haven't stopped loving you, ever, y/n. i'm sorry that i failed to show you that. and whatever I did wrong, i'll fix it. i'll talk to you all night, i'll work from home if you need me to. but whatever you do, please don't leave me."

you don't miss the way a stray tear falls from jay's eyes, and without thinking, your feet move towards him. you wipe the tears that now fall freely from his eyes, throat becoming dry at the sight.

"jay, i was never going to leave. i was upset, and i wasn't thinking when i took it off. you are my everything, and i'm so sorry that I pushed you away or made you feel less than that."

it's quiet again as jay pulls you into his lap, head laid on your towel covered chest, listening to the sound of your heartbeat.

he slides the ring back to your finger, back where it belongs. as he returns the diamond to its home, he recites his wedding vows like a prayer.

"i promise that when it feels like the world is attacking you, i'll never join in; i'll love you even harder."

a/n: i could write abt jay for hours and hours and hourssss mind you ... he hasn't been my bias since like 2021 ITS BEEN ONLY NIKI THIS WHOLE TIME . yet i have zero niki fics posted uh hello!

[havecouraqe]

Reconnection

Pairing: Go Hyuntak x fem!reader

Summary: Having known of Hyuntak from his training days of Tae Kwon Do, you never thought you'd run into him again. What started as admiration from afar quickly turned into the beginning of something more.

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: Bullying, profanity, mentions of blood. Nothing but fluff towards the end.

A/N: Part 1 ☆ Part 2 ☆ Part 3

After Hyuntak left yesterday, you didn't know what to think. He has your number now and continues to offer to walk you home after school. Did that make you and him friends? Friends can softly caress the side of your face, right? They can also call you cute. They can hold hands and lean towards one another, eyes looking at their plump lips, imagining how they would taste and—

You shook your head, gently slapping your cheeks to get the daydream out of your mind. The new day had forecast cloudy weather, and you shoved your hands into the pockets of your jacket, holding on to one of the small hand warmers. As you continued your walk to school, anxiety slowly crept its way into you. Having no idea how the girls would react, it felt best to act like nothing even happened.

The minute you stepped foot into the school, however, all you heard was gossip. Slut. Whore. Bitch. This didn't surprise you. Although Hyuntak wasn't the most coveted boy from his school, the first being Baku, he was still extremely popular with some of the girls and even boys. So you've heard.

You kept your head down, making your way to homeroom until someone pushed you straight into the lockers. The loud sound startled some of the girls who turned to look at the scene. You winced in pain, the combination lock had hit your upper arm, and you held on to it before looking back at the girl who did this to you.

Yuna. She was a well-known bully in the school, her group of followers too scared of her to think for themselves. Her parents owned a bunch of hotels around the city, so she pretty much got whatever she wanted. With the way she's glaring at you now, you got the idea that Hyuntak was just another thing of wants on her list.

"Hey," she spat. "What's the deal with you and Go Hyuntak?"

You straightened up, adjusting the shoulder strap on your backpack. "Nothing."

Yuna laughed. "Liar. We know he went home with you last night."

"We're just friends."

"Well, stay away from him." She snapped. "If I see you two together again, you better watch yourself."

The girl turned on her heels, her minions following close behind. What the hell was that? You scoffed, having expected the name calling, but you didn't take Yuna as one to resort to violence. Her way was mostly picking on someone from a distance. You groaned, the pain of your bruised arm coming back into focus.

Walking into class, your best friend, Ja-in, was busy trying to pass another level of a game on her phone. She must have heard your presence when you sat down at the desk next to hers because she said without looking up, "Hey, y/n, don't think you're off the hook from what happened with Gotak yesterday. We want to know everything."

"Don't worry," you said, rubbing your arm. "Yuna beat you to it." You laughed at your own pun in your head.

Soo-ah, another close friend who sat in front of you noticed. "What happened? Did she hurt you?"

You shook your head. "No, just pushed me into the lockers."

"What?" Ja-in whipped around to face you, forgetting her game. "Did you fight back?"

"And risk getting suspended? Of course not."

Even though you haven't really practiced Tae Kwon Do after hearing about Hyuntak's knee injury, you were confident in remembering enough for basic self-defense. It wasn't something you'd ever thought to use, though. Your life was pretty mundane. Until now.

"What did she say?" Soo-ah asked you.

"To stay away from him."

Ja-in scoffed, "Hey, the nerves of that girl. Just because she's rich, she thinks she can have whatever she wants."

"Guys, it's fine. I'm sure she'll forget about it eventually. People like her have a shiny new toy almost every week."

"Are you going to see him again today? Gotak?" Soo-ah questioned.

You became aware that the class had fallen silent. It wasn't a full room since school hadn't started yet, but you didn't want the rumors to pick back up again. So you lied, shaking your head no. Your friends only nodded, understanding that this would be a conversation for a later time. As the class started filling up, you unzipped your backpack and focused on your academics for the rest of the day. It was also a good distraction from thinking about Hyuntak and how you were going to see him later.

◇

Ja-in and Soo-ah came rushing to find you at your last class after the last bell. As you were putting notebooks into your bag, they quickly scooped you up from your desk, leading you to one of the class windows overlooking the front of the school. "Hey, what are you two doing?"

"Look!"

You stared out, and because you were on the second floor of the school, it didn't take long for you to see them. Hyuntak and Baku were standing across the street at the front of the school. What were they both doing here? This was bad. You were sure Yuna had heard by now and was probably waiting for you out front.

"Shit." You said under your breath.

"Maybe Yuna already left." Soo-ah hoped.

Ja-in laughed. "I wouldn't count on it."

With one last look at Hyuntak, you turned away and grabbed your stuff. "Let's go."

The walk to the entrance was nerve-wracking, but you held your head high. You decided that whatever happened, you didn't want Hyuntak or Baku to get involved. This was your fight, especially if it came down to that. But you hoped it didn't.

Stepping outside, Yuna and her posse were waiting for you. They were blocking your way. Trying to look unfazed, you stared at her. "Hey, move."

When she didn't, you tried again. "I said m—”

Yuna fisted your uniform, pulling you around and throwing you into her mob of followers. Without having time to react, they dragged you further into the courtyard, yanking your hair while others threw punches at you. Before raising your arms to protect your face, you saw Soo-ah run off while Ja-in tried to help you. Two of the minions held on to her as she screamed in protest. "y/n!"

You fell to the ground, your lip busted, and felt the kicks begin. You struggled for breath when one of the girls landed her foot on your stomach, knocking the wind out of you. Yuna walked towards you with her arms crossed, "I told you to stay away from him. Stand her up."

Two pairs of hands grabbed either side of you, bringing you to your feet. You felt dizzy, and your vision was a bit blurry. Looking at Yuna as she stepped closer, anger started building up inside of you. Waiting for the right moment, you used the support of the two girls holding you up to land a jump front kick straight to her face.

She screamed, stumbling back and bent over in pain. You were breathing heavily and saw that a crowd had formed when some of the girls cheered. A few of them even held out their phones, capturing the fight. When Yuna got her composure, this time she yelled out with rage. Blood ran down her nose as she charged towards you with a fist. You closed your eyes, ready to take the punch, only for it to not land on your face. You heard people gasped and opened your eyes.

Hyuntak held Yuna's wrist inches away from you. You looked at his face, and you've never seen him so angry. He glared at her, his chest heaving up and down. Shoving her hand away, his words came out as a threat, "Do you have a death wish?"

"What?" Yuna chuckled in confusion or shock, maybe both.

He glanced at you and then looked back at her, "Five against one is unfair, don't you think?" His voice came out through gritted teeth. It was only then that you realized just how much he was trying to control himself. 

“And what are you doing to do? Hit me?” She mocked. 

Up above, a voice was heard from one of the windows. "Hey! What's going on down there?"

That was everyone's cue to disband. Not looking to get into trouble, the two girls holding you let go as they ran. You almost fell over if it weren't for Hyuntak catching you and holding you in place. Ja-in and Soo-ah ran up to you full of worry.

"y/n! Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." You tried walking but failed. Feeling lightheaded, you let Hyuntak support you. 

Baku's voice came from behind them. "Gotak, the taxi is here."

Hyuntak hadn't said a word, all the while looking at you. Still holding on to you, he turned around and bent down a bit. Looking over his shoulder, he only said, "Get on."

Too tired to argue, you wrapped your arms over his neck, holding on tight as he lifted you up, his arms supporting your legs wrapped around his waist. His back felt warm and strong as you rested against him. When he turned you around, you saw that most of the courtyard was empty and Yuna had left.

"Thank you for coming to get me." Hyuntak said to Soo-ah. He then looked at Ja-in. "And thank you for trying to help her."

"Will you let us know as soon as she's alright?" Soo-ah asked.

"Of course."

"Take care of her, please." You heard Ja-in say.

You couldn't see his expression, but he only nodded. Your friends said goodbye to you as Hyuntak and Baku started walking towards the taxi. Once inside, you leaned against him, your eyes closed and sleep beginning to take over. Baku, who had been busy putting all of the bags into the trunk, hopped in and urgently said to the driver, "Please take us to the nearest hospital."

Hyuntak looked you over, moving your hair away from your face. His hands felt rough but gentle as he took in your injuries. You lightly shivered when his thumb touched over your bruised lips. You also had a few scratches from the girls' nails, and your body ached. A lot. Looking up at him, you leaned further into his touch. The look on his face was a mix of pain and worry. He hated seeing you like this.

“She's going to be okay, Gotak.” Baku reassured him.

The last thing you heard before drifting off to sleep was Hyuntak's soft voice saying, “I know. She's a fighter. That's what I like about her.”

◇

Your eyes fluttered open, the bright light blinding you for a moment. Taking in your surroundings, the hospital room was quiet apart from the beeping of the monitor, keeping your vitals in check. Your arm felt heavy and found Hyuntak leaning over the edge of the bed sleeping on a chair, his head down and arm over yours. Feeling emotional that he didn't leave, you reached over and ran your fingers through his hair. He stirred awake, lifting his head and widening his eyes when he saw that you awoke. 

“y/n. How are you feeling?”

“I'm grand.” You winced, trying to sit up. Your joke didn’t seem to land as he helped you.

Sighing, you looked at him, “I'm okay. Really. What did the doctor say?”

Hyuntak sat back down. “Apart from the scratches and bruises, he thinks you'll be fine. He said you'll be sore and to watch out for a possible concussion.”

“Did they call my dad?”

“They couldn't reach him.”

“Probably for the best. I wouldn't want him to worry if it's nothing serious.”

You saw him bite his tongue, looking away. “What?”

“You're in a hospital, and you think it's nothing serious?” He said, frowning.

“Considering it's not life or death, no, it's not.”

He looked at you incredulously. And then, he started laughing. Throwing his head back, you watched as he tried to catch his breath. You didn't know how to feel, much less what to say, so you just listened to the sound of his laughter, trying to commit it to memory.

“At first, I thought trouble went looking for you,” he smiled, petting your head, “but it looks like you're the one that goes looking for it.” 

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes.

The door to your room opened, and Baku walked in, carrying your backpack.

“Hey. How are you doing?”

“I'm alright.” You smiled. “Thank you for your help today.”

“I'm just sorry we have to keep meeting like this. Even if seeing you kick that girl in the face was badass.” Baku grinned. “The doctor said you can leave whenever you're ready.”

Hearing the good news, you began to get up. The boys left to let you get changed, and you checked your phone once you had your uniform and jacket back on. Ja-in and Soo-ah had sent you messages checking in on you. You quickly replied, saying you were okay and on your way home. Exiting the hospital, the day had turned to night during your slumber. You checked the time and saw it was almost eight.

“I'll be heading home first.” Baku said.

Hyuntak hugged him tightly. “Thanks for sticking around.”

“And miss all the fun? Come on, you know me better than that.” He turned to you, leaning down to your level. “If he gets out of line, you give him one of those kicks for me, would you?” You both laughed.

“Hey, Park Hu-min! What are you saying?” Hyuntak objected, playfully punching his friend.

Baku dodged, striding away, only turning around to yell back, “See you tomorrow!” 

“Ah, that guy.” He shook his head, hands on his hips.

You smiled and started walking in the direction of your home when you were pulled back from the sleeve of your jacket.

“Where are you going, troublemaker?” Hyuntak questioned.

“Home.” You stated, ignoring the new nickname. 

He shook his head. “It's too far. My place is closer.”

“I can call a taxi.”

“And who's going to take care of you if you get a concussion?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. You wanted to argue, saying you'll be fine. But then you recall his words from yesterday. How he wants to be there for you. You knew you would do the same for him in a heartbeat, so you gave in.

“Okay.” You nodded.

“Are you okay to walk, or should I carry you again?” 

You felt embarrassed at his question for some reason and quickly said, “I can walk.”

He nodded, grabbing your backpack from your hands. His own was already on his back, so he just slung yours over his shoulder. 

“It's not far,” He said softly, feeling his free hand grab yours. Blushing, you looked up at him, “Is this alright?”

Nodding your head, Hyuntak started leading you towards his home. The night air was chilly, so you leaned closer to him for warmth. You both were lost in thought, but it was a comfortable silence, the noise of the city filling in. His hand felt secure, holding yours like you might disappear. After a few blocks, he led you up to his apartment. Opening the door, you excused yourself as you stepped in. It was surprisingly spacious.

“Are your parents home?” You wondered.

“Mom's working a night shift at a clinic. She won't be back till late morning.” He set the backpacks down and turned towards you. “I'll lend you some of my clothes. My room is down the hall, first door on the right.”

Taking off your shoes, you slowly made your way. Opening the door and turning on the light, you caught your breath at the sight before you. Tae Kwon Do trophies lined up on one side of his room above his dresser. You walked towards them and noticed he had some various medals hung around the mirror. Reaching up, you twirled one with your hand, admiring it.

“Are you thirsty?”

You whipped around and saw Hyuntak standing at the doorway, holding a glass of water. He was expressionless as he walked in and offered it to you. Taking it, you watched him as he looked for something. He grabbed his blue hoodie and a pair of clean sweatpants from his closet.

“These are going to fit too big on you.” He finally smiled. 

“It's okay.” You smiled back.

Leaving you to it, you took off everything apart from your underwear. Slipping on his hoodie, which was slowly becoming your favorite, you inhaled his scent. It relaxed you and brought you comfort even though it was too big on you, going past your waist. You thought about not even wearing the sweatpants, but nerves got the better of you. You tied your hair up in a bun with a hair tie you found in the pocket of your uniform. Pushing back the sleeves to free your hands, you opened the door.

Finding him in the kitchen, the aroma of ramen made your stomach growl. He turned to look at you and chuckled, “I figured you'd be hungry since we practically missed dinner.”

You starred at him, your eyes traveling down from his face and saw that he had changed clothes as well, settling for some basketball shorts and a loose black t-shirt. Sitting down at the kitchen counter, you found him staring at you too, “What?”

“Blue looks lovely on you.”

“I like it better on you.” You blushed, looking down.

Hyuntak smiled warmly, placing the bowl of noodles in front of you. He sat across from you, and you both began to eat. You ate with gusto, feeling satisfied with the delicious meal. He watched and smiled to himself. After taking a bite, he spoke up.

“Who was that girl you were fighting?”

You blinked, not expecting his question. Swallowing the remaining food in your mouth, you drank some water before answering. “Yuna. The most popular girl in the school.”

“Why did she start the fight?”

“She wanted me to stay away from you.” You shrugged.

“How come?”

That made you laugh, “I'll ask her that next time I'm smashing her nose in.”

He remained silent, deep in thought. You looked at him, a bit surprised. Did he seriously mean his question? He had to know what some of the girls thought of him, right? How they all wanted to date him or just hook up if they could. You hesitated before saying, “Almost everyone at school thinks you're amazing.”

“They do?”

You nodded.

There was a moment of silence until he asked, “Is that what you think too?”

“Yes.” You confessed, unable to look at him. “Even before we met at training, I always thought of you as amazing.” 

Hyuntak's heart swelled with love at your words. He got up and came around to pull you in for a hug. Wrapping your arms around him like you did last time, you pulled him in closer. You felt his chin rest at the top of your head and place a hand at the back of it.

“I think you're amazing too.”

His warmth engulfed you, compared to the coldness of the rain when he hugged you last time. He had this aura about him that just made you want to trust him. His eyes, so kind and inviting towards you. The more you got to know him, the more you realized you've never met anyone like him before. People like Hyuntak don't come around very often.

Eventually, he pulls back, lightly pinching your cheek, “Are you sleepy yet?”

“A little.” You giggled. 

“I set an extra toothbrush in the bathroom across my room for you. I can also make you some hot chocolate to help you sleep. Go get some rest, and I'll be there shortly.”

You quickly brushed your teeth and went back to his room, taking the opportunity to look around more. There were a few basketball trophies above his desk on the other side. Further down, some workout equipment, like a jump rope, lay on the floor. He had some books here and there, a Bluetooth stereo, and other little knick knacks. Overall, his room reflected him down to a tee.

When Hyuntak came back, you took the mug and sat on his bed, legs crossed. He grabbed his basketball, tossing it from hand to hand as he sat down on his desk chair. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“My friends will want to know how I am, so I'll probably invite them over.” You took a sip of your drink.

“Since it'll be Saturday, it's a good idea to take it easy.”

“We don't go out much. I'm more of a homebody.”

Hyuntak nodded.

“Do you go out a lot?” You asked.

“Sometimes. My friends and I do volunteer work from time to time. Either that or we just hang out playing basketball or catch up at Baku's dad's restaurant.”

It was your turn to nod. You finished your drink and watched as he took it and placed it on his desk.

“You can sleep in here,” he said. “I'll take the couch.”

“Won't you be uncomfortable?”

A teasing smile crept up on his face, “Where do you suggest I sleep then?”

“In your room.” You tried not to notice his smirk. “I can sleep on the couch.”

That upset him. “In your condition? Don't be ridiculous.”

You tried staring him down, and he sighed. “I can see where this is going to go.”

To your disbelief, he turned off the light and walked over to the empty side of his bed. He undid the covers and sat down, turning to look at you. “Is this okay with you?”

Swallowing hard, you quietly let out a yes, unsure if he heard it.

“Come here.”

You crawled in next to him under the covers, your heart beating fast. Both of you were on your side, facing each other. With the little bit of light coming in from his window, you were able to see his face. His hand moved a strand of hair behind your ear, eyes never leaving yours.

“You're so pretty.” He whispered.

Melting at his words, you felt brave to move closer to him. You placed your forehead against his chest, and he welcomed you, wrapping his arms around you. His heart was beating fast, just like yours. Sleep started taking over, and you tried to fight it, not wanting to go just yet.

“Hyuntak,” you said softly, “I really like you.”

You felt his soft lips press against your forehead. Overcome with emotion, Hyuntak pulled you in closer.

“I really like you too, y/n.”

“Hmm,” you humed with a smile, too tired to say anything else. You drifted off to sleep, safe and sound in his arms.

a/n: Thank you all for reading. Reblogs and likes are appreciated :)

Taglist: @snowflakemoon3 , @l5byrinth , @hollxe1

[lovebillyhargrove]

***

"Mm-mm baby .. yeah like that .. fuck, pretty boy, do your tongue dance .. yeah .. fucking amazing the way your hot wet mouth feels on my dick yeah-ah .."

Hargrove's half-lidded gaze wanders towards the arcade doors purely by accident. He is too close to heaven to actually think about looking anywhere.

But then his eye falls on the opening doors just in time because

"Fuck, Harrington, she's coming!!"

"Dammit, already ..!? I thought you said .."

Billy zips up in a flash, Steve wipes his mouth, panics and tries to squeeze into the backseat between the front two.

"The fuck are you doing!? Dumbass ..!" Hisses Hargrove, throwing his hands in the air

Yeah, not the smartest decision.

Blowing Billy in his car in broad daylight wasn't smart either.

"Oh come on, just for a second, just give it a lick, Harrington .. just the tip .. I can see you salivating .. so why don't you put all that drool all over my dick." — Hargrove said, the shameless temptation that he is.

Voice sultry, husky, viscous. Sitting there all cocky, full of himself, with his thighs spread wide, stroking his fly,

Making a generous offer, but Steve's ears have already been trained to hear between the lines — and amongst the arrogant and condescending intonations he catches hints of begging.

Steve likes it, both Billy's arrogance and the way he's so needy. For him, the pretty boy.

Steve likes his voice, too. Harrington's insides melt like ice cream in the hot sun, turning into sweet syrup, and who is he to resist the indisputable laws of physics or whatever.

Plus, the asshole looks too fucking hot in these shades. As if it's Steve's fault.

..

Gif by @atomicblondeweirdo

Max opens the door, gets in the car, notices Harrington hunched in the back looking out of the window, trying to act casual like he's meant to be sitting here.

"Oh, hi .. Steve?"

"Hi, Max!" He shouldn't sound so cheerful, fake is written all over it.

The girl looks confused. It's weird to find Steve Harrington in the backseat of her asshole of a brother's car.

"What uh .. what are you doing here? Billy, what is Steve doing here?"

"Huh ..? What? .. I dunno." Hargrove calmly adjusts the rearview mirror, not even bothering to turn his head. "Harrington, how the fuck are you in my car?"

Now it's Steve's turn to be at a loss

"Seriously, Hargrove?" He pauses for a second. He was kinda hoping for some backup here, but apparently ..

Billy just shrugs his shoulders in a way suggesting he couldn't give two shits about it all

And retreats to being silent and indifferent.

Max refuses to drop it, resuming her attempts at clearing up the awkward situation — too awkward, there must be something happening here which is none of her business, juicy gossip, a scandalous secret

"What's going on?" She keeps looking at them both expecting an explanation.

Steve suddenly feels very offended

"Okay I'm .. Let me get out. I'm getting out."

"Good luck with that, amigo." Drawls Hargrove, voice flat and utterly nonchalant.

There are no doors in the back. Max has to get out first and move her seat forward for Steve to climb out. However, Max is not moving an inch, still trying to catch on.

Harrington's trapped, unless he tries to force his way out, but that would look hilarious especially dumb.

Somehow Steve and Max both raise their voices at the same time

"Jesus, dude, you're the worst!!"

"Can somebody explain to me what's going on here!?"

..

"Stop clucking like two goddamn demented chickens." Billy slowly lights a cigarette, savours the first drag, cranks Metallica up

Fight fire with fire

Full blast, turns the ignition key, and the camaro takes off, whisking away Max, lost in suspicion, Steve, drowning in indignation,

And Billy, in his stupid aviators.

***

[santae-salt]

CJ, salties, genuine and troll commenters - we need to have a discussion about emotional boundaries and emotional manipulation.

What CJ did last night was highly unprofessional and unacceptable for someone fostering minors in his community. I think it's sobering to remember that individuals as young as 13 years old can freely join and play. They could be in the discord. They could have witnessed whatever that was last night and it could impact them negatively. It is highly inappropriate to trauma dump in his discord as an owner; I understand that he feel victimized and it's valid to feel feelings, I'm not telling him that he can't, but CJ as the responsible adult need to understand that he shouldn't use his pet site audience as his dumping ground. I understand that this may frustrate and piss him off, but he needs to understand the gravity of being the owner of Santae.

I also understand it may frustrate him that I'm not placing any share of the blame on the parties that he views as attackers. This isn't what I'm talking about right now, so I'm not touching on that. That's all.

CJ, to address you directly - you are not a regular player just like "all of you". You are a developer. You hold a certain power by that title alone that, when you act like you did last night, can be classified as emotional manipulation. By bringing your significant other into the conversation, how horrible you feel, how bullied you are - it gives the idea that you are actively searching for 1) immediate sympathy and 2) people to defend you. You overstepped a massive, and concerning, boundary last night. I'll keep repeating it because of how strongly I feel about it.

You may not mean for this, and I'm not making fun of you or attacking you for saying this. I want to make that clear. You need someone unbiased who doesn't know you personally to talk to, like an actual therapist or another outside completely unrelated source. Talking to anyone close to Santae (or you) results in an echo chamber that spirals and revolves and wraps you up in stress. There's no separation and that's hard for anyone's mental health. Users aren't there to buffer your feelings. They're there to be users.

And for what it's worth, this unprofessionalism has been a concern since Santae has first kicked off. If you search the Santae tag on Tumblr and read some of the comments on the older posts regarding issues (the ID request, artist issues, etc) you'll see people expressing their concern about the development team not being able to maintain boundaries.

One example: you sent an email when you blocked someone that was wholly inappropriate and should be addressed, quite frankly. You didn't maintain the boundary of just banning the user and blocking them like an adult who owns a pet site, you had to stoop down into your wounded feelings and wield that power one more time to try and harm them the way that you felt harmed. You're mixing your personal feelings with professional actions and this will not assure the longevity of Santae. At all.

"To take words and share them publicly, stripped of context and trust like everyone else chooses to do. For what, we may never understand what happiness or joy you and a select group choose to speak in a bad way on any topic without telling the entire story. is not only deeply disappointing, but also a violation of the standards we expect every member to uphold."

This is absolutely emotional manipulation, an egregious crossing of boundaries re: owner vs user, and just unacceptable. Santae is close to you, but an attack on Santae shouldn't be an attack on you. CJ and Santae are two different entities. It's troubling that you and Santae seemed so tightly intertwined that you can no longer tell the difference.

This has gone on long enough, so I'll wrap it up here. Fwiw, I hope your s/o feels better, genuinely. I really do hope you take this as a genuine conversation of concern.

I hope you figure it out man. Yeah, it sucks. But that's part of being at the top. It's gonna suck, but you have to hold onto the positive and try to figure out the change it's going to take to get yourself in a better headspace.

☁️

[endofthelinegang]

a beautiful day in the neighborhood

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  john walker x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  #90 from the prompt list "If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?" 

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  angst, flamingo based issues

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The night had already started to cool, the air carrying the faint scent of freshly cut grass and the buzz of distant streetlights flickering in the stillness of the neighborhood the two of you decided to walk through wanting to avoid the center of the city. The mission had gone smoothly, in fact it was barely a mission at all just some simple information retrieval,  but something between you and John felt off. You could feel it, that tightness that had been building for days now you had not been talking to him as much, not hanging out as often, and it really was not for any particular reason. There was still tension though, and it hung in the air like static before a storm. It wasn’t just about the mission. It was about you two. And in John’s mind it was time to talk about it. 

You were walking side by side along the sidewalk, each step punctuated by the sound of your boots hitting the pavement unless you managed to step in one of the little piles of cut grass that had gotten there earlier in the day. The world around you was calm—too calm, almost. A perfect suburban evening, the kind of peacefulness that only made the silence even worse, there was no distracting noise or ominous vibe that something bad was going to happen. 

"You don’t get it, do you?" John’s voice was the only sound as he now started walking even closer to you, his words holding more an accusation than a question. He glanced at you sideways and saw that you weren’t even paying attention to him, you were just looking around at the scenery and this made his jaw tighten as if his frustration had built up even more. 

You looked at him, brow furrowed. You really couldn’t think of what he was talking about, nothing had happened that would warrant this kind of anger from him. You had a good day, and you had seen him killing it in the workroom before this so you knew he had to be having a half decent day. "What? What don’t I get?" 

His shoulders tensed, like he was about to snap, his hand rubbing the back of his neck in that way he always did when he was trying to keep his cool. "This. Everything. Us."

You rolled your eyes, letting out a breath that sounded more exasperated than you meant. "Great. That clears it up." You kicked a stone off the sidewalk, watching it bounce into the grass.

"You know what I’m talking about," he said, voice lowering, now tinged with frustration. "You’ve been shutting me out. You’ve been—" He broke off, his gaze sharpening. "I’m trying to make things right, but every time we’re together, it’s like you’re a million miles away. Like you're not even here."

That hit harder than you expected. You blinked, trying to keep your face neutral, but the sting of his words crawled under your skin. "I’m here. I’m always here. What do you want from me, John?"

He exhaled sharply, his fists clenching at his sides. "I want you to stop acting like I’m the one who can’t handle this. Like I’m the one who’s always making the wrong choice, always the one who’s too much, too intense, too—"

You cut him off before he could finish his thought, the sharpness of your words surprising even you. "Well, maybe you are too much sometimes! Maybe I’m tired of trying to walk on eggshells around you, trying to figure out whether you’re going to blow up on me, or if you’re just going to disappear into whatever mission or duty or... whatever the hell it is that keeps you from being here with me!"

John froze mid-step, his expression a mix of surprise and something else—something darker, like a storm cloud gathering. "That’s what this is about? You think I’m avoiding you? That I don’t want to be with you?"

"You keep shutting me out, John!" Your voice cracked just enough to betray the rawness you’d been keeping buried. "I don’t even know who you are anymore. And I don’t think you do, either."

The words hit the air with a force that left a burning silence in its wake. You were both standing still now, inches apart but worlds away. His jaw clenched, and you could see the muscles in his neck tighten as if he were trying to hold back something—something dangerous, like he was keeping the floodgates shut.

"You think I don’t know who I am?" He stepped toward you, his tone softening just a fraction. "Maybe I’ve been trying too hard to be the guy you want, instead of the guy I am. I—"

You shook your head quickly, anger flaring again. "I don’t want you to change, John. I just want you to be real."

His eyes darkened, and for a moment, you could feel the weight of the tension building between you. The words were barely formed before they exploded. "So that’s it? You don’t want me to change, but you don’t want to deal with me the way I am either?"

You were so close now, the heat of his frustration radiating off him, but you couldn’t back down. "I can’t do this anymore, John. I can’t keep pretending that everything’s fine when it’s not." You threw your hands up in the air, frustration seeping out in every gesture. "I’m not some prize you can just—"

That was when it happened.

His boot hit the plastic flamingo, and with the snap of its neck, the moment of rage shifted in an instant. His fists were already flying, tearing into the flamingo like it was some kind of rival. The ridiculousness of it took a second to register, and before you knew it, you were standing there, watching John, the man you’d been arguing with for the past few minutes, destroying a lawn ornament.

"Jesus Christ, John!" You gaped at him, not sure whether to laugh or shout.

He didn’t answer, his jaw clenched, eyes locked on the inanimate object, a look of pure frustration and anger on his face as he ripped the flamingo from the ground. The plastic gave way with a loud crack, and in that moment, it felt like the world itself stopped spinning.

You took a step back, your breath caught in your throat as neighbors—drawn by the ruckus, by the sound of a grown man literally attacking a lawn decoration—began emerging from their houses. Their faces hovered in the windows and doorways, some even stepping outside, eyes wide, jaws slack in confusion and amusement.

John didn’t seem to notice. He kept swinging, turning the flamingo this way and that as if it were his personal enemy. Every strike echoed down the street, the crunching of plastic a bizarre soundtrack to the building tension.

And then, amid the chaos, a strange calm settled over you. It was quiet. Almost painfully so. The neighbors had all gathered, watching in stunned silence, their faces half-hidden in shadows as they stood just outside their front doors, unsure of whether they were witnessing some kind of therapy session or a crime scene.

It was so ridiculous. So John.

And just like that, the fight—your personal fight—faded into the background.

You stood there for a moment, arms crossed over your chest, staring at him. And without warning, you said it—loud enough for the neighborhood to hear, and loud enough for him to feel every ounce of it.

"If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?"

John froze. His shoulders tensed, and for a moment, the world around you went completely still. The neighbors—the ones watching you, gossiping behind half-closed curtains—seemed to pause with you, their eyes darting between you and John as if the situation couldn’t possibly get more ridiculous.

Then, in a swift motion, he stopped attacking the flamingo, dropped it to the ground like it was suddenly unimportant, and turned toward you. His gaze softened just a fraction, but there was a flicker of something that you couldn’t place.

"You think this is funny?" he asked, voice low, unsure.

"Maybe," you said, your smile teasing, despite the emotions that had been building between the two of you for god knows how long. "Maybe I do."

He took a step toward you, his jaw tight but his eyes searching yours. "You sure about that?"

Your pulse raced in the quiet that followed, the neighbors still watching, probably waiting for the next move, like this was some kind of reality show. They were silent now, waiting, like they were holding their breath.

But you weren’t the one to wait. Without another word, you stepped forward, closing the space between the two of you, grabbing the front of his shirt, and pulling him close.

"You want me to do it in front of everyone?" you said, voice barely above a whisper. "Then I will."

And just like that, the ridiculousness of the situation faded into something else entirely. The kiss was slow at first—awkward, as if neither of you knew how to handle the weight of what had just happened. But then it deepened, almost like it had been building for years, like the moment you two had been fighting against for so long had finally arrived.

You could hear the neighbors gasping, whispering, the sound of their phones clicking as they surely started to record. It wasn’t just a kiss anymore; it was a spectacle. And yet, somehow, it felt like the most intimate thing you’d ever done.

The world blurred, everything else falling away as John’s hands found your waist, pulling you closer, his kiss growing more urgent, desperate. You felt his heart race against yours, his breath hot against your lips as the moment seemed to stretch on, pulling you into something that neither of you could quite explain.

When you pulled back, it was slow, too slow for the circumstances, but you didn’t care.

John’s eyes were still locked on yours, lips parted, chest rising and falling. His voice was rough when he finally spoke.

“Well,” he said, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “That was something."

The neighbors were still there, frozen in place, some with their mouths hanging open, others looking away awkwardly, unsure if they should clap or just pretend this wasn’t happening. You barely noticed them as you slid your hand down John’s arm, your fingers tracing his jacket like you were grounding yourself in the moment.

"Yeah," you replied softly. "Something."

That was the last time the flamingo ever saw the light of day.

[permettez-moi]

Oh oh oh! I've got some toooo!!!

Also Halt-centric I'm afraid, and for this one you can fully blame Solar, for making my Halt obsession stronger than ever with TRR(solaris' version)

I have got a Halt O'Carrick playlist (in order!), specifically centered around him leaving Hibernia, and the complex feelings around it. I like to think he wenr a little insane there for a while, so it explains a lot of my music choices.

Here we go:

Achilles come down - Gang of youths

This one, to me, is Halt's complex feelings about Ferris. Obviously, the main refrain 'achilles come down from the roof' refers to Halt, asking Ferris (or pondering about) why he saw a glimpse of Ferris with the roofing tiles.

'You're scaring us. Some of us love you, Achilles it's not much but it's proof"

Halt can sense that something is off with Ferris, something has been off with Ferris. But what?

'The self is not so weightless, nor whole and unbroken, remeber the pact of our youth: Where you go I'm going, so jump and I'm jumping, there is no me without you.'

I like to think the brothers used to be quite close, but because they were raised to fulfill different roles they were always pitted against eachother, making them drift apart, not being able to stand eachother. Halt is asking for mercy, for whatever he is planning.

Halfway through it shifts, and Halt becomes more upset and disgusted by Ferris

'you are absent of cause or excuse, so self indulgent and self-referential. No audience could ever want you. You crave the applause, yet hate the attention, then miss it. Your act is a ruse. It's empty Achilles Ferris, so end it all now. It's a pointless resistance for you'

Halt recognises through his pondering that Ferris wants the throne for himself, out of greed. He knows ferris wouldn't be good king, wouldn't care for the people. He wants to be revered, but not bothered.

just put down the bottle, don't listen to what you've consumed. It's chaos, confusion and wholly unworthy of feeding and it's wholly untrue. You may feel no purpose nor a point for existing. It's all just conjecture and gloom. And there may not be meaning, so find one and seize it, do not waste yourself on this roof

The bottle: the babybottle that we were fed with. We were fed with the knowledge that I was meant to be great, and you were not. Our parents made you believe your world should revolve around me. Find something else to keep you gping on, something else that matters to you. Don't waste your life by killing me.

And then the last bits and pieces is Halt's final begging for Ferris to be defiant against what their parents taught them.

See how the most dangerous thing is to love

Ah, it's more courageous to overcome

Throw yourself into the unknown, with pace and a fury defiant, clothe yourself in beauty untold and see life as a means to a triumph

Choke - I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Huhh. It is what it says on the tin. I like to interpret this one as a Ferris-Halt song.

Stop, drop and drag me into place and lock the fire escapes. I'll break your pretty face. Oh you clever little thing, the sycophantic teens. What a precious basket case

Halt antagonising Ferris, threathening him. 'If you do this you will never sleep soundly again. You are so stupid'

Ferris to Halt, fully angry:

Now shut your dirty mouth, if I could burn this town, I wouldn't hesitate to smile while you suffocate and die, and that would be just fine. And what a lovely time that it would surely be. So bite your tongue and choke yourself to sleep (death)

Halt to Ferris:

You get everything you want, and money always talks to the idiot savants

You might be well educated, but your greed got the better of you, you let yourself be manipulated.

And then once again a cut scene of Ferris trying to kill Halt.

[Three months later]

I found this in my drafts, I fear I'll never finnish it.

Other songs in the list:

The cult of dionysus - the orion experience (Halt suddenly getting to leave a restriction- and rule-free life and thus getting a bit crazy and overwhelmed by all he can do)

Middle finger - bohnes (Halt being angry towards ferris. This might be my favourite Halt song. This is halt saying 'fuck you Ill be a much better man than you ever were. 'Not your prisoner', 'you couldn't even look me in the eye when you let me go and then left me to die. There was no question that I would survive. [...] you can't surround a lion with a bunch of lazy sheep, the one thing about royalty is that we love to feast)

Suicide - xxxtentaction (Halt feeling sad and alone in this brave new world, facing the horror of what his brother has done to him)

The kid I used to know - arrested youth (Halt picking up again after his previous depressive episode, saying goodbye to his youth, to who he was, partially letting go)

Happy pills - weathers (going a bit drunk and crazy on his new life, resenting what it cost him to get where he is now. A grim joke to the fact that he is content now, but rarely truly 'happy' anymore, his past will always weigh on him.)

I'm not ok- the weathers (an addmittance to himself, he isn't okay, actually, he can't do this alone. (Admid the truth to crowley?))

Mama - my chem (an angry lashing-out at his mother, for setting Ferris up against him like this, by always enforcing the idea that Ferris will never be nr1)

House of memories - panic at the disco (a cry for Caitlyn, the years they had togheter)

Dear wormwood - the oh hellos (again a call for his mother, recognising her for who she is, how she manipulated the twins to become this)

Like real people do - Hozier (Cralt(ine) song of all time for me, a song from the others to Halt, saying how they love and accept him, no matter who he was or where he came from)

Y'all I need a little help.

I want to make RA character-themed playlists, and wanna expand my musical horizon while I'm at it!

So if you could be a sweetie and reblog this with your song-headcanons, itd be amazing! Go buck wild, ramble about the songs and connections to infinity, I'd love to read that too! <3

[cementcornfield]

Some of Tee and Ja'Marr's thoughts on the Tee Situation

Tee said to me 'right now I get to play with one of the, if not the, best quarterbacks in the game, I get to play with one of, if not the, best wide receivers in the game, that opens up so much more for me.' And then he said 'this offense is designed for so many different players to be spotlighted, the way that I am used in this offense so plays to my strengths.' And then he said to me, 'can you guarantee I can have that exact situation anywhere else?'

....

So do I think he's taking a home discount? No. But I do think that he is very very smart, he sees the whole picture out there...

....

It's very easy to compare this situation to what Ja'Marr had at LSU with Joe Burrow and Justin Jefferson. And Ja'Marr has said Tee is very different than Justin Jefferson. That every single minute with Justin Jefferson was a competition. That everything was who makes the more dynamic catch, who has more catches in practice, who runs faster? Everything was that way. Ja'Marr had to speak up and demand the ball a lot at LSU, because so was Justin. Ja'Marr told me that he doesn't have to do that in Cincinnati because Tee, and this is a quote from Ja'Marr, is one of the most unselfish humans you'll ever meet.

[matteoberrettini]

genuinely hilarious btw how people on twt want soo bad to make matteo a villain in jannik's story or some shit like it's a disney movie. less than a month ago he said they'd talked recently and he's never had anything but good things to say about jannik but to some people it'll never be enough because he made a decision for his career that i understand is hard to digest but it has nothing to do with his relationship with jannik, jannik himself said it doesn't bother him, they both have never indicated they weren't on good terms. like yeah we can't ever really know the truth behind what they say in public, but i think we should stick with what we can see and read, yeah? because making wild assumptions based on nothing doesn't lead to anything good, it's just speculation and i don't see what anyone gains from it?? i think maybe some people need to grow up and accept that they don't know these people. they don't know jannik and what he thinks or feels or who he talks to or who avoids him or whatever. we know what he shows and tells us and that has to be enough because otherwise we go down dangerous paths

[unproduciblesmackdown]

omgg lol [guy who won't stop going "more like scapeGOATED" voice] now hold! on!! lmao [same guy just saw encanto voice] Hold on!!!

[melocherie]

Let me be clear in that I don't want to talk to someone who is deliberately reading my intentions in bad faith. The only reason I’m responding to this is to point out all of your weak arguments, and anyone else who wants to defend Millie while blatantly ignoring my reasoning will be blocked. Go ahead and try, but I don’t care for your nonsense. 

Anyway, going to say this clearly: do not fucking bother Millie about this. She doesn’t want that, Star doesn’t want that, and I don’t fucking want that. Any messages and asks about this will be instantly deleted, I’m not discussing this further.

your words are awful. the way you are acting is awful. The way you are talking and spreading slander about Millie is awful.

I’m not spreading slander about Millie; What I’m doing is criticizing her, and criticism isn’t hate nor slander. Ignoring the difference between slander and libel for a second, to do either would be to spread malicious lies about someone, which I’m not doing. Millie did do something, and I’m expressing my disapproval in how she the way she handled it.

My apologies to her if this has added to her stress, but I've made it clear that I'm not trying to stir the pot up in any way. To start, I took down my first public post criticizing Noor's ex-friends' behavior regarding the situation, and I also said that I don't want to be bothered by this myself or to bother Millie. There is no hate campaign happening here, Millie isn’t being “cancelled,” calm the fuck down.

Sure, it's a public space or whatever but I think you are being an idiot by backtalking and microanalyzing every little word of hers in order to implicate her and I TOO have the right to say this since this is a ~public platform~.

I don't mean to seem pedantic, but again, those words don't mean what you think they mean. First, "back talking" is talking back, the act of directly responding to someone with a sarcastic remark. What you're thinking of is bad-mouthing. And yes, it was insulting to mockingly refer to her as a martyr, but I’m not discussing her actions with the intention of ruining her reputation or sending people after her. Again, this ain’t a hate campaign, and I didn’t even say Millie’s name until someone else brought it up.

Likewise, there’s no insinuating, or microanalyzing being done here. That implies I’m taking a minor thing she’s done and stretching it out to make her look bad when no, she said that people who are concerned about whether she supports a groomer should "go touch grass.” She did that, we have proof, the post is literally still up anyone can go check that.

It may read to you like I’m just tone policing the words of a poor stressed out woman, but it doesn’t even matter if she swapped out touching grass for something else because she’s still treating concerned fans like they’re drama hungry and poking their business where it doesn’t belong. Again, it's frightening and exhausting to be bombared with messages; she has my condolences on top of everything else she's going through, but I have the right to express my disapproval in how she handled all of this.

… and yeah, you also have the right to respond publicly. I'm not sure what you’re trying to do here, and I’m blocking you because your response to this was poor, but yes, freedom of speech exists. Congratulations if this is how you found out.

There are so many things you can be doing to help the victim instead of throwing barbs and making implications about her character. None of the things you can do to help involve gossiping about and saying bad things about the ex-friend of the perpetrator (EX-FRIEND).

See, I didn't plan to reply and instead just block and move on, but this one point really irritated me. Unlike you, who’s using Star's name as a fucking gotcha, I genuinely care about the victim in question. I'm going to say right now not to bother them, but before all of this, I messaged LavenoorAwareness and asked if they were okay, had they seen Millie's post and what they thought of it personally.

I'm not going to share the specifics of what they told me, but when I say "Star is a real human being who can see the words she's typing," I don't mean that as wild speculation. The post was shared with Star, who informed me they were extremely uncomfortable and dissatisfied with how Millie handled the situation. Factually, Millie’s post harmed the victim and, factually, Star has told me they appreciate me speaking out against this.

So according to the opinion’s of the person who actually matters, I’m helping. I also asked them what they thought of your response, and they said they were uncomfortable with you using them in an argument without first attempting to contact them, including the entire remainder of your response. Funny how that all shakes out, huh?

Making millie write a post or reblog another post or whatever the fuck you want her to do isn't going to make noor come back online and grovel before everyone for apologies, so i think you should do something which will ACTUALLY produce results that aren't ruining someone's mental health for no good reason. So yes. Touch grass. I'll say it again. Because if you think absolutely tormenting this unrelated party who cannot do anything to help the situation get better in any way will help, I really do think you need a reality check.

…Can you read? Like, when words are put together in a sentence, are you able to comprehend them? Because I’m not sure how you're misinterpreting my stance on this. I said point-blank that I don’t care if Millie responds again, how much clearer do I need to say that? This is what I mean when I say you’re interpreting my actions in bad faith because you are refusing to understand the words I am typing.

“Touch grass” why don’t you shut up, you dumb bitch 💕 and why not take your own advice and actually do something to help the victim instead of uselessly white knighting?

i understand that you feel that the victim deserves justice and a proper apology for what they've gone through, which is absolutely correct, however i will say this very frankly: your words are awful. the way you are acting is awful. The way you are talking and spreading slander about Millie is awful. Sure, it's a public space or whatever but I think you are being an idiot by backtalking and microanalyzing every little word of hers in order to implicate her and I TOO have the right to say this since this is a ~public platform~. There are so many things you can be doing to help the victim instead of throwing barbs and making implications about her character. None of the things you can do to help involve gossiping about and saying bad things about the ex-friend of the perpetrator (EX-FRIEND). Making millie write a post or reblog another post or whatever the fuck you want her to do isn't going to make noor come back online and grovel before everyone for apologies, so i think you should do something which will ACTUALLY produce results that aren't ruining someone's mental health for no good reason. So yes. Touch grass. I'll say it again. Because if you think absolutely tormenting this unrelated party who cannot do anything to help the situation get better in any way will help, I really do think you need a reality check.

[flufflecat]

Can someone explain what the narrative stakes are even supposed to be anymore in jjk. All the characters are essentially guaranteed to die, the current cast is comprised almost entirely of characters who showed up 2/3rds into the story and we're supposed to care about them for some reason, and I do not even know what the threat is supposed to be anymore. The apocalypse? Destruction of an amorphous innocent society? Like has ANYTHING been shown of "here's the regular world that apparently needs to be saved" or are we just supposed to assume "this society is just Real Life+, so you're REQUIRED to care if some guy threatens to kill all humanity, because one of those humanities may be... a child" or something. Can you spare two seconds to show anything other than some magic randos fighting, or is it just a superhero story all the time now, minus the fun. Remember when yuuji had friends.

[misslisamiray]

This is soooo cute! I love how happy Morty looks, and I just wanna bury my face in all that Snuffles fluff.

desperately waiting for season 8 cuz i’m so uninspired lmfao

[icewindandboringhorror]

Bad news, got back from the vet and my beautiful baby son is going to have to be put down soon, probably tomorrow or the next day, so send him best of wishes for his next few days~ Luckily, he's actually not in a lot of pain (for now, hopefully he won't be) and is acting pretty normal, so I'm hoping he won't suffer at all and everything will be peaceful for him.

[lith-myathar]

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