#hey guys what if I cried and cried and cried and

[melminli]

Could you store something with jun-hee (player 222) x f!reader plz🙏

Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby

summary - it may sound a bit cliché, but you were in love with your best friend. even though you always wanted to tell her, you strongly doubted that she could use your love - you didn't know that she thought the same. you two were really stupid, huh?

pairing: kim jun-hee x fem. reader

word count: 1.1k

contains: wlw, angst w/ comfort, arguing, fluff, pre squid game au, hidden feelings

a/n: i went to a cas concert a few months ago and it was insane. this was the song that just stuck with me since then and i thought about her when i listened to it again after watching the show! hope u like it ;p

"Oh man, they forgot our spring rolls." you realized disappointed after you went through each package of food one by one until there was nothing left but napkins in the bag. You looked at your best friend as you said. "Should I go to the store and get them? I know how much you like them, and I think the owner likes me, who knows, maybe we'll get an extra portion or something, huh?"

Jun-hee just shook her head with a gentle smile on her face. "That's all right. I want to eat with you and by the time you come back, the food will be all cold and mushy." she said, reaching for the chopsticks after opening her box of fried noodles.

You sat down on the opposite chair of your little dining table in your small kitchen. "I guess, I can't argue with that." you gave in and reached for a spoon to mix your fried rice a little.

You had turned on the radio a while ago and the music it was playing accompanied the pleasant silence between the two of you. You could hardly stop yourself from thinking about how homely this all felt right now with her, as you often did in the last few days. It was sudden and you were definitely caught off guard when Jun-hee suddenly appeared at your doorstep with a packed bag in tow. You didn't know exactly what happened, but you didn't need to because you could imagine that it probably had something to do with her parents or something - it didn't matter. She would tell you when she was ready.

"I heard that this one popular show is getting a second season soon, you know..." you started to tell her and then tried to think of the title when you suddenly heard a soft howl. You immediately stood up when you saw Jun-hee sitting huddled up with her arms covering her face. "Hey, what's wrong..." you asked worriedly, not used to such an emotional reaction from her since she was usually such a collected person. This was a very rare occurrence.

She interrupted you before you could say anything else. "I'm pregnant!" she cried out, feeling the lingering guilt inside her finally take over her entire mind as she uttered those words. A few minutes passed with you just holding her like that and Jun-hee clung tightly to you, sobbing. She was worried that you might let her go - in fact, she expected you to, which is why she didn't tell you for so long.

I can't blame her for anything, I really am the worst. She thought to herself when she still couldn't bring herself to let go. No matter how selfish it might be of her.

"Is it from that Mingyu guy?" you finally asked her and she nodded vaguely, but it was enough for you to understand. Jun-hee didn't even bother to correct you when you said his name wrong.

You just sighed and even if you didn't say it out loud, she could feel how angry you were with her - how disappointed. "You're mad at me," she stated while you continued to stroke her back reassuringly, even when the position you were holding her in was a little uncomfortable for you. "Of course I am, the guy's an asshole and you're only in your early twenties," you answered her honestly, comforting her with your own broken heart. "Does he even know? Last I heard, all his fans were sending him death threats because he stole their money or something."

She didn't even want to think about it. "He's not answering my calls and I have no idea where he is."

You let out another heavy sigh. "You're really stupid sweetie, I knew that guy was like this from the beginning, really," you spoke up before looking confusedly at Jun-hee after she lifted her head from your chest and met your gaze with a furrowed brow. "Can you stop rubbing it in my face? I already know that I fucked up!" she exclaimed, completely exhausted as she continued to rub her reddened eyes.

So she wants to keep the baby, her parents probably kicked her out as soon as they found out. You massaged your forehead, exhausted. "So, what now?" you just asked her, elaborating on your question when she looked at you with a confused look. You just wanted to kiss her right now and tell her that everything would be okay again and at the same time, you wanted to smash your head through a wall and cry. "What are you going to do now with a baby on the way? Do you have a plan for how you're going to look after it?"

I don't have a job or any money. I don't know what to do. She didn't answer you right away and just avoided your gaze, embarrassed, so you reached for her hand to get her attention. "If you don't know what to do and you want me to help you, then you have to tell me," you finally said and you were probably the stupid one this time.

Jun-hee looked at you in surprise and took a few seconds to really understand what you meant. "Are you sure? You don't have to do something like that for me..."

You interrupted her relatively quickly. "I want to do this for you because -" and your love confession was almost half hanging from your lips when you stopped yourself from saying it out loud in the last second. What am I doing? This is completely the wrong time for this. "- because you can always count on me, even if no one else does."

Oh, that's right. Jun-hee thought to herself as she held her pounding heart and smiled a little forcedly. I thought she was going to say something else, how stupid of me I mean you're pregnant with another man's child right now Jun-hee, wake up. She brought herself back down to earth. You already gave her more than enough. "Please, help me."

You spread your arms out again to catch her in a hug. "We'll work it out, don't worry..." you tried to reassure her further, any unspoken feelings remaining as you both made the decision to keep them a secret.

[just-dreaming-marvel]

I'm Not That Girl ~ Bucky's Version

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40's!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1,140ish

Request:  hi lovely!! i hope you're doing well! can i request 40s!bucky with i'm not that girl?  i love wicked sm haha i've seen it three times on broadway and am going to see the movie again once finals are over

Warning(s): unrequited love

“Hands touch, eyes meet

Sudden silence, sudden heat

Hearts leap in a giddy whirl

He could be that boy

But I’m not that girl”

Your heart was hammering against your chest as Bucky pulled you onto the dance floor. His smile was as big as ever, causing his eyes to shine and making you feel so lucky to be so close to him. If only you could always be this close to him.

“Come on, doll!” Bucky laughed. “Don’t make me to all the work!”

You smiled and began pulling your weight in the dance. Though the dance hall was crowded, it felt like it was just two of you. Almost anytime you spent with Bucky felt like that. The world around you both was silent and still, allowing you to lean too much into your heart.

“She’s here!” Bucky exclaimed, eyes locked on the entrance of the dance hall. “Y/N, she’s here!”

Your heart fell as he let you go and headed straight for the woman who held his heart. Dot.

“Don’t dream too far

Don’t lose sight of who you are

Don’t remember that rush of joy

He could be that boy

I’m not that girl”

“Hey, doll,” Bucky greeted with that smile heart-stopping smile. 

“Hey, Buck,” you responded. “What are you doing here?”

“Can’t a guy stop by to see his best girl?”

Best girl. You always felt joy when he called you that, causing you to push aside the true meaning of that title. You weren’t truly his best girl, but his best friend aside from Steve. 

“Plus, I need to talk to you,” he continued, stepping into your apartment. “I need some advice about Dot.”

“Oh, yeah, of course.” You took a deep breath as you closed the door, trying to reign in your emotions.

“I think I love her.”

Your hand fell from the handle of the door as your heart shattered. “Oh?” You turned around and headed into the kitchen to fix up a snack. You needed to focus on something else right now or you were going to lose it in front of Bucky.

“Yeah. She’s perfect, doll. Like… the best thing that’s every happened to me.”

“That’s great, Buck. What advice to you need?”

“I need to know how to tell her. How do I tell her that I love her? Do I get flowers? Tell her while dancing? Take her out to a fancy dinner—“

“Just tell her, Buck. No frills. If she loves you back, she just wants to know you love her. That’s all she cares about.”

“You think?”

You sighed. “I know."

“Every so often we long to steal

To the land of what-might-have-been

But that doesn’t soften the ache we feel

When reality sets back in”

Your dreams were the only place that the wishes of your heart came true. Bucky chose you. Bucky loved you. You were truly his best girl.

But then you would wake and remember the truth. Bucky loved Dot and Dot loved him. You were just someone in his life, for now.

It was the early morning and you had just woken up from one of your dreams when a knock sounded at your apartment door. When great caution, you went over and opened it. You were surprised to find Bucky standing on the other side. But even more surprised to find him in military uniform.

“Bucky?” You questioned. “What’s going on? What are you wearing?”

“I know that I should have told you sooner, doll,” Bucky’s voice was laced with guilt. “But I didn’t know how… I’m shipping out to England.”

“What? When?”

“Now.”

There was no point in stopping the tears.

“Hey, hey, please don’t cry,” he pled as he stepped closer, his hands coming up to hold your face. “You know I can’t stand to see my best girl cry.”

“You should’ve told me sooner,” you cried. “I deserved to know.”

“I know, I know… I just… I couldn’t stand the thought of saying goodbye to you.”

“Then don’t.”

He gave you a sad smile. “Can’t do that, doll. But… you can come see me off. I would really love it if my best girl was there.”

“Blithe smile, lithe limb

She who’s winsome, she wins him

Gold hair with a gentle curl

That’s the girl he chose

And Heaven knows

I’m not that girl”

Dot was sobbing as Bucky held her close. You and Steve stood to the side, watching the scene as military personal hurried around the shipyard. Other goodbyes were happening around you, almost allowing the scent of tears to fill the area. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Steve whispered. He was the only one who knew of your feelings. He had figured them out just by watching you.

“It’s fine,” you mumbled, keeping your eyes on the couple. “I always knew that I wasn’t Bucky’s type.”

“Y/N—“

“Don’t try to make me feel better, Steve. I really don’t want it.”

Your heart clenched as Bucky brushed Dot’s golden hair from her face and gave her a kiss. A stray tear slipped down your face and you quickly wiped it away.

“I can’t do this,” you whispered, turning around.

“Y/N!” Steve tried to keep you there, but you weaved through the crowd before he could.

“Don’t wish, don’t start

Wishing only wounds the heart

I wasn’t born for the rose and the pearl

There’s a girl I know

He loves her so”

You hoped that Bucky would write to you, but he never did. You heard that Dot was receiving letters and small gifts. Pressed flowers, poems, drawings, and a small pearl. Every time you got an update from Steve about Bucky it was due to his letters to Dot. It only hurt you further.

One day, Dot showed up at your apartment. You were curious and allowed her to come in.

“Bucky asked me to keep this a secret,” Dot explained as she seated herself on the couch. “But I know he didn’t keep any secrets from you and I just had to tell someone!”

“About what?” You questioned.

“Bucky sent a pearl in his latest letter. With the pearl, he asked me to marry him.” And you thought your life couldn’t get any worse. “Of course, I responded with a yes. We’re going to get married as soon as he returns.”

You pressed out a fake smile. “Congrats, Dot.” Your voice wobbled. “I’m happy for the two of you.”

“I knew you would be. I feel so much better now that someone knows.”

Dot didn’t stay much longer. It was a good thing, because you weren’t in a good place. As soon as she was gone, you had collapsed into a puddle of tears. Your dream was over. Bucky chose Dot over you. He loved her and not you.

“I’m not that girl”

[coffins-and-marbles]

Hey OP what are your trans Wilson headcanons? I want them from everyone ever

i love trans wilson forever so this might be a bit long!

wilson hates that he is trans, hates mentioning it or thinking about it and never brings it up if there's literally any other option

he realised he was trans super young (like 12?) but didn't know the terminology and was too scared of being further ostracized (autistic wilson, my no1 headcanon) so he just kept to himself and thought of himself as a butch lesbian in order to feel less guilty (this was a secret too, but he felt like being attracted to girls since he knew he was a guy deep down was better and more Straight...)

coming out to his parents was an absolute mess, we never see them in the show so i make them terrible in my mind for angst opportunities! and i agree that only Danny understood immediately -he already knows what it's like not to fit in. it's a big part of why he never sees his family (they tried some conversion stuff, he feels too guilty to be angry) it all plays into his constant attempts to be this Perfect Guy

as a child he always wanted to wear a suit and work a 9-5 (it was his heavily gender stereotyped idea of masculinity)

i personally think he's he/him exclusively because it makes him feel more Normal

he got top surgery and phallo ASAP because his dysphoria was terrible, he cried and had panic attacks whenever he had to shower etc (he also abused his binder to hell and back as well as trying to diy it as a kid by layering sports bras and guys DONT DO THAT)

there was a small complication with the phallo and although it was fixable it set him back like three months and he hardly left the house and cried just all day

he just literally makes every effort to appear like he was born AMAB and genuinely felt too ashamed to like blow dry his hair for years in case he was seen as feminine

house immediately clocks it because of some stupidly obscure house reason but it's not interesting enough for him to care.

house is the only one at PTTH who knows

when hilson happens house watches wilson do his t shots a couple times and just is unreasonably horny about the whole thing then they both discover forcemasc and...lets just say they have fun with it...

wilson and house feel more confident to undress at the beach with eachother because hey they both have scars

wilson still gets randomly dysphoric about the stupidest things ("house do you think my left eyebrow looks too feminine") and house uses the power of his usual sarcasm to dispel any doubts ("wilson that is the stupidest thing anybody's said ever")

okay ill stop now but when i say i could go on for pages i mean it!!!! i wrote this quickly in the morning because i dont have set headcanons usually i just go with the vibes but uhm...enjoy!!

[winters-on-the-wing]

Everytime a brown (desi, latinx, happens to both) guy as much as shows his face online and some random person who's probably white cries "James potter" i loose it like leave them alone!!! It implies that you think all these guy with so many different features and the only thing linking them is skin colour look the same if they all "look like" james!!! That's what it implies! 😭 it just doesn't sit with meeeee

LITERALLY OMFG

and it feels so performative to me. like the only reason someone would comment that would be to say “hey everyone look at me! i think james is a person of color! isn’t that so diverse and politically correct of me? aren’t i such a good person?” and it puts me off.

like i love brown james so much. i’m brown. i’m james. ergo, brown james. but let’s be a little mindful with it and not harass these poor brown men who are just existing HAHAH

[sturnschris]

fully introducing SMART!GOODGIRL!READER!

includes:

- moodboard.

- small blurb.

- headcannons. [sfw & nsfw!]

a/n: send in requests & asks!!

remember! she has no set look, picture her as you or whatever you want her too be.

vanilla. pink. lace. bow. virgin before she met chris. straight A‘s. studying. skirts. teddy bears. passenger princess. shy. strict parents. sweet. cutie.

first meeting.

You were already panicking. You were late—something you never were. Rushing through the hallways in your pink flats, bows in your hair, your clammy hands clutching onto your books, your heart racing. Then it happened. You didn’t know how, but your foot twisted, and you fell. You were oddly relieved that you were late because the hallways were nearly empty… well, not fully. You heard a snort and the sound of footsteps approaching. You looked up, tears in your eyes.

“Are you okay?” a voice called. You ignored him, panic overtaking your thoughts as you scrambled to collect your books and make it to class. You gathered the scattered books in a hurry, but as you tried to get up, your legs gave out, and you stumbled again, bracing for another fall.

But you didn’t hit the floor. Instead, the guy in front of you caught you effortlessly. „Caareful,” he said, his voice smooth, dragging out the vowels. “Thank you,” you finally speak, offering a small smile.“She speaks!” he teases, his tone light and playful. But your smile quickly fades into a pout as you remember just how late you are. Tears begin to well up again.“Whoa, hey, no—don’t cry. Why you cryin?” he asks, his voice softening as he looks at you, concerned. You try to pull away from his grip, but your legs give out once more.

“I’m l-late, and I’m never late,” you whisper, your voice breaking. “Well, I’m late every day, so you’ll be fine,” he says, giving you a reassuring smile. “And you gotta get that foot checked out. C’mon, I’ll take you to the nurse, and we can get a late slip from her.” You nod, sniffing as you try to calm down.

“Can I?” he asks, not quite sure what you’re agreeing to but trusting him for some reason. You nod. Before you can think much more about it, he scoops you up into his arms, carrying you bridal style down the hallway toward the nurse’s office.

“I’m Chris, by the way,” he says, a warm smile on his face.

— You don’t know why, but you feel so comfortable in his arms.

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HEADCANONS!!

remember! they are dating in this universe. the blurb was just how they met.

- SFW

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ — You love helping Chris study. He’s smart but not in every subject, so you enjoy being the one to explain things to him. Hearing him praise you when he finally understands something always makes you smile. “My fucking girl’s so smart, can teach me anything,” he says with a grin.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ — You read to him while he lies in between your thighs, gently stroking his hair as he relaxes. The soft sound of your voice comforts him, and you both enjoy the peaceful silence that follows.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ — All your friends describe you as the nicest, sweetest person in the world—and you really are. You always put others first and make sure everyone feels cared for, even if you don’t always show it.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ — Your parents are super strict, but you love them. They’ve met Chris, but have no idea about what you two actually do. They raised you to wait for marriage, and you’ve kept that part of your life private from them.

- NSFW

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ — You’re super sensitive—just the slightest brush on your clit or nipple makes you shiver. Chris loves it and can’t get enough of how you react to his touch.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚— When you both first started having sex, you were too shy to make noise, so you muffled your moans and cries with a teddy bear or by biting your lip. Chris loved how cute you looked, but he always wanted to hear you louder.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ — You barely wear lingerie, but when you do, it’s always pink or white, lacy, and with bows. Chris loves it so much that he buys you a bunch and makes you model it for him, always tearing them off after tho.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ — Your favorite position is the mating press or missionary. Honestly, it’s because you don’t have to do much, but Chris doesn’t mind at all—he loves that you’re his pillow princess.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ — (This one’s more for Chris) Chris is always very careful with you, way more careful than with any of his exes or one-night stands. He treats you like a doll most of the time, but sometimes he can’t help himself. So he is very rough, but he always makes sure you’re okay afterward.

a/n — Happy new years!! 🎆🧡. feel free too send asks or requests for this au!! open for opinions🤍

love ya!💋

@delooshunalhoe @chrisdollete @lormyaaa @christophersturnn @sturniologirlzz @sturnxies @lov3bug @mattsside @emely9274 @sturnlovematt22 @sophand4n4

[wonyowonyo]

Straightforward - 𝐕

3RD PERSON POV

A clear blue sky and a white snowy ground, the autumn leaves replaced by white snow. The cold winds finally made their presence known indicating that Fall has ended and Winter is right around the corner.

"Brrr... So cold..."

Minju rubbed her hands to somewhat generate heat in her hands while she puffs, causing a visible fog to form, clearly showing the cold weather she and other people are enduring right now. Now that winter has begun anew... Kim Minju... recently got a boyfriend.

"Minju, Good morning."

Her friend Yuri greeted her, which Minju reciprocates by greeting her too.

"Apparently, we have a maths quiz today."

The duo chatted while fixing their things on their respective lockers.

"What? Seriously, I haven't studied."

Minju was distraught by the sudden news of a quiz, especially a maths quiz. The duo continued on with their discussion at the lockers, and so did the students in the same place.

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MINJU POV

While I, Kim Minju, recently got a boyfriend... Something has been bothering me....

"Minju-sii"

A deep voice called out to her, a voice she fully knows who it belongs to.

"Good morning."

Y/n would greet her while also smiling brightly.

"Morning."

Minju turned her head around to face Y/n as she greeted her. A few seconds would pass with Y/n just staring at the now puzzled Minju.

"W-what?"

Minju questioned, which has been a common occurrence between them.

"You have a different hair style today."

Y/n pointed out, prompting Minju to look at her new hairstyle which she just tried out recently.

'Ah, he noticed..'

"It's different from usual and it's pretty." Minju stared at Y/n for a second, acting all grumpy as she grumbled before turning her head away from his direction. "Urgh... How can you say things like that and not get embarrassed at all.."

Her whining and grumbling were all however just an act to hide the impending flushness of red that's slowly covering her face. Y/n, however, was not buying her act. "I really thought you were pretty, So it's not a lie."

With a simple sentence, Minju's act quickly crumbled into nothing. The redness of her face was clearly visible, while she stood there speechless. Y/n's straightforwardness really works wonders when it comes to catching Minju off guard. 'ᴬᵍᵃᶦⁿ ᵇʳᵘʰ...''ᴺᵒʳᵐᶦᵉˢ...''ᴵᵗ'ˢ ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ᵐᵒʳⁿᶦⁿᵍ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ'ʳᵉ ˢᵒ ˡᵒᵛᵉʸ ᵈᵒᵛᵉʸ...'

The countless whispers seem to knock Minju back into reality, as it soon occurred to her that she and Y/n are still in the lockers. Which means almost every student saw them being all chummy.

"Minju-ssi? Your face is re-"

Minju quickly covered Y/n's mouth.

"Hey..."

"That's enough!! Please stop talking!!"

Minju cried out, obviously flustered and embarrassed by what's happening to her.

.

.

.

This guy, Y/n L/n, is my boyfriend.

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"Urgh... It's still morning and I'm already tired.."

Minju haggardly said as she sat on her desk while resting her head on her arm.

"Y/n is as passionate as always!"

Her friend, Yuri said while giggling.

"Oh my gosh. I can't believe he did that in public."

Minju buried her head into the comfort of her arms as she recalled the events earlier in the locker room, which gave her another second hand embarrassment.

"Really?"

Yuri questioned while glancing in Y/n's direction, who seems to be busy helping another classmate with their homework.

"He's hardworking and smart. He seems cool but also sweet and passionate about the person he likes. That's great, you are beloved. What's bothering you?"

Yuri questioned Minju. Which prompted the girl to lift her head from her arms.

"...I mean."

"I feel embarrassed!"

"Cause the guys that I've dated never told me how they feel about me. I'm not used to it!!"

Minju would once again grumble about her predicament. It was true after all, her past ex were all douchebags who never really acted how Y/n is acting right now and It's something that Minju isn't used to.

"Well you never had luck with guys..."

Yuri rebutted, causing Minju to shoot a playful girl into the hamster.

"..And yet somehow, You seriously like Y/n despite saying he wasn't your type before you started dating him."

Yuri smirked while Minju simply blushed because of Yuri's comment.

"Not really.."

Minju was too flushed to even argue with Yuri's claims as she simply looked down and muttered to herself. Yuri simply gave her a 'be honest' look.

"Well. If you're really embarrassed, you just have to get used to it."

Yuri pondered as she tried to give her friend useful advice.

"Maybe you can go on a date or something?"

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"Sure.''

"Is there anywhere you would like to go?"

Y/n coolly said while fixing his messy hair. Both him and Minju are sitting on the bus stop's bench while waiting for their bus to arrive.

'That...that was quick...'

Minju was quite taken aback by Y/n's quick agreement to go on a date with her.

"You don't have anything to do? If you have to study or something... you can do what you've got to do instead..."

Minju looked at her swinging feet, somewhat unsure if Y/n will be really vacant.

"No, Don't worry."

Minju huffed in relief because of Y/n's answer. There was a short pause of comfortable silence between them.

"And.."

Minju curiously looked at Y/n as he spoke again.

"Of course, first and foremost, Minju-ssi."

"Because you're my girlfriend."

Y/n would look back at Minju while smiling at her. They'd stare at each other for what felt like an eternity but would be cut short by the arrival of their bus. This caused Y/n to break their eye contact as he looked at the bus before standing up. He'd then look back at Minju who was still sitting.

"Let's go, the bus is here."

Minju who's blushing for the millionth time today would only nod before following behind Y/n meekly, still red as a tomato.

'That's the first time he called me his girlfriend...'

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Minju can be seen getting off the bus as she arrives at her destination. She's dressed up casually as today is her long-awaited date with Y/n. Fishing out her phone from her pocket, she'd look at the time.

【１２：４０】

'I'm 20 minutes early.'

Minju then glances at her location, with the hopes of probably finding Y/n even though she's 20 minutes earlier than their meeting time. As she glanced through the crowd, a particular person standing within the crowd would catch her eyes. Standing there was none other than her boyfriend, Y/n, who's busy reading a book.

'He's already here... that's so him.'

Minju deadpanned and looked at Y/n's direction as if she knew at the back of her head that this was going to happen.

"Y/n."

Minju called out as she headed into the boy's direction. Y/n then glanced at the source of the voice before finding out that it was Minju. He'd quickly close his book and put it back to the bag he's carrying with him.

"It was cold waiting outside, wasn't it?"

Minju asked.

"I just arrived, so it wasn't a problem."

"Really? Okay then..."

Y/n would stare then stare at Minju, with his finger moving up to his chin. Minju's Y/n-senses would activate. Yes, that's correct, after being subjected to Y/n's straightforwardness, Minju developed what she calls as Y/n-senses. It's where she'd sense when Y/n would give her a very straightforward answer or say something that would catch her off guard.

'This is a sign that he's gonna give me a straightforward compliment!!'

'But I won't get shy when I know it's coming!!'

Minju would furrow her eyebrows, knowing what's about to come. She's being weirdly competitive about this thing.

'Come on!!'

"Minju-sii..."

Slowly, Y/n's hand would also move up to his mouth.

"...You're cute..."

Y/n mumbled as he'd look away while covering his mouth. It was a contrast from his usual straightforward approach.

"HUH."

Minju nervously smiled, a bead of sweat forming as she took a second to process the scene in front of her. Is Y/n really acting shy around her? The straightforward Y/n? Acting shy? What?!

It seems her mind processor would go haywire as she too would be flustered by Y/n's sudden actions.

'WHY DID YOU GET SHY!?!?!!!'

Minju screamed in her mind as she dashed away from Y/n.

"...Darn it!"

"Eh? Minju-ssi!"

Y/n can only call her name as Minju hid her face from Y/n. Minju touched her warm cheeks as she sighed.

'Oh no.. I'm not sure if my heart can handle it today... If I'm already like this...'

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[tomurakii]

I like bloodweave. Okay. But I DON'T like the version of them in fanfic where Astarion is a dick and Gale is like. Whining and pleading for him to be emotionally vulnerable (or just. Nice to him) prior to the relationship being established. Because that is just not accurate. Gale needs the player to express interest in him during his weave-teaching scene before he even considers hitting on them properly. Gale is entirely resigned to his fate and needs someone else to pull him away from it. Gale only starts being sweet and romantic and devoted after you accept his love confession and give him hope for the future. Gale says fuck all and then slinks away to cry privately if you break up with him.

Like he isn't chasing after people lmao. He isn't dropping to his knees and crying about anything much less this dickhead he met a week ago. He is overwhelmingly passive about literally everything personal to him up to and including his own death (provided there are no casualties/there is a good reason) until after the player expresses that they care about him. Astarion is not doing that in any of these fics.

Like Gale is friendly and a dork and doesn't wanna get murdered but he fully has a suicide plan. He thought the artefacts would help him survive but he didn't believe he'd ever truly live again. If Gale confessed and Astarion said/did like one (1) mean thing afterward Gale's romance is closed off forever. He's wandering into the forest to cry. He's killing himself immediately. His fragile ego and self worth can't take it. You have to understand that when we joke about him being pathetic it's not bc he's like. Sopping wet and chasing people down and begging for a scrap of attention. It's because he craves affection but would literally rather die than ask or even hope for it until someone else forces that hope back into his serotonin-deficient tadpole brain.

[manglw]

guh just finished playing dsaf 3 i am. mentally unwell

[lemonberry-soda]

Do you ever think about the fact that Ted is hypersexual due to his childhood/teenage traumas or is that just me?

Like not only did he associate losing his first love forever with not being douchebaggy enough, but he also experienced the Lumber Axe and survived. With how quickly Peter was about to be murdered for looking at Ted’s old magazine you KNOW Ted probably had to deal with narrow escape after narrow escape himself. Ted literally suppresses the memory of the Lumber Axe entirely until bringing Peter to camp reminds him, and he doesn’t even take Peter with him as he runs away. He is FUcked up.

My guy went for the cat lady who cut off his fingers because sex is inherently dangerous to him in his mind. He goes for the worst options on purpose because sex isn’t safe unless there’s risk, and he goes for the best options just to lose them on purpose so they don't leave him first, as many times as possible until he's single and lonely at the wedding reception. He’s a sleazeball as a coping mechanism, and he keeps dying for it. One single safe relationship would decimate this dude, and it also wouldn’t fix him. Therapy would do wonders if he actually accepted how messed up he is. And tbh, if TInky wasn’t around there might’ve been a chance for him to recover.

Anyway another reason this dweeb is doomed by the narrative and fucked up beyond belief

[firefly464]

No I’m still not over the epilogue. Ashe came home. Got to spend one last day with her friends doing stupid shit for no reason other than it was fun. She’s finally going to school. For the first time in years she’s going to in person school. She spent a year trapped in her own mind and now she’s more free than she has been in so long.

William was able to fall backwards. And the ground was there beneath him. He felt the dirt under his nails and smiled up at the sky.

Vyncent is going to school as well, trying to figure out who he is. He’s lost everything time and time again, but it’s going to be ok because now his friends are here with him as he walks down that path.

Dakota was able to save the world. Aunt Alaska was able to save herself.

They’re going to be ok. They’ve gone through so much and lost things over and over but it’s going to be ok. Because they were able to save Ashe. Because William is alive.

They won’t forget everything they lost. That pain will stay with them forever.

But it’s going to be ok. It’s going to be ok

[johnnycrass]

lol my little sister tattooed this girl we went to highschool with (i don't remember her or many others at aallllll sorry i was trying to get in to art school so i had my nose down at my desk) and she has this horrible awful badly done cyber sigilism tattoo. my sister asked where she got it... and the artist is... the only male i've ever dated who is now a shitty cyber sigilism tattoo artist in brooklyn LOL

[kusuokisser]

oomf is slowly converting me to torisai.. like. yeah... youre right... they are total losers.... total losers in love.....yeah..

[corpsecoochie]

Can’t a bitch have a mental health day without someone immediately trying to make it theirs instead!