#i think i had a follow up to that but i forgot in the time it took me to write it

[gottencents]

Love Life - Giselle

pairing. idol!giselle x streamer!reader

synopsis. While streaming a GTA Online race, Y/N gets completely distracted when Giselle walks in.

Y/N was fully focused on their GTA Online racing stream, gripping the controller as their car sped down the neon-lit streets of Los Santos. The chat was roasting their driving, per usual.

“Okay, okay, I know my turns are bad—chat, stop clowning me!” Y/N groaned, swerving dangerously close to the edge of the track. “This car handles like a literal refrigerator.”

Just as they were about to make a crucial turn, their bedroom door creaked open. A second later, Giselle strolled in, completely stealing the attention from both Y/N and the chat.

She was dressed in a sleek, effortlessly cool outfit—black cargo pants, a cropped top, and a leather jacket draped over her shoulders. Her makeup was flawless, her confidence effortless, and the way she carried herself made it impossible not to stare.

“Hey, Y/N,” she said, striking a playful pose. “How do I look?”

Y/N’s brain malfunctioned. Their fingers twitched on the controller, and—

BAM.

Their car slammed straight into a pole, the screen flashing a dramatic Wasted across it.

“Oh, for—” Y/N choked, dropping their controller as the chat erupted into chaos.

LMAOOOOOOO THE TIMING

Y/N JUST DIED IRL AND IN GAME

nah y/n is GONEEEE

giselle walked in and y/n forgot how to function pls

Giselle raised an eyebrow, glancing at the screen before turning back to Y/N with an all-too-knowing smirk. “Did you just crash because of me?”

Y/N scrambled to recover, their voice an octave higher than usual. “What? No. That was—that was lag.”

Giselle scoffed, stepping closer, placing one hand on the back of Y/N’s chair as she leaned down slightly. “Oh, really?”

Y/N swallowed hard, their grip tightening on the armrests. “…Yeah?”

Giselle tilted her head slightly, her face just close enough to make Y/N’s pulse go haywire. “So if I do this…” she murmured, her voice teasing as she brushed a stray strand of hair off her shoulder. “…I won’t distract you?”

Y/N was done for.

The chat went into full meltdown mode.

HELP THEYRE FLIRTING ON MAIN

GISELLE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT SHE’S DOING LMAO

Y/N IS A GONER. CONFIRMED.

CLIP IT CLIP IT CLIP IT

Y/N cleared their throat, sitting up straight in a weak attempt to regain composure. “I—I think you should go before your friends leave without you.”

Giselle grinned, clearly enjoying every second of Y/N’s suffering. “Fine, fine. But don’t miss me too much.”

She turned to leave, and Y/N watched as she strolled toward the door. The moment she disappeared into the hallway, Y/N exhaled loudly and buried their face in their hands.

“Chat, I’m never recovering from that.”

WE CAN TELL LMAOOOO

nah you gotta go give her a real goodbye

you just let her walk away after destroying you like that??

be serious y/n GO AFTER HER

Y/N stared at the chat, still feeling like they had just been hit by a truck. But as the messages flooded in, something clicked in their head. They really did just let Giselle walk away like that after completely ruining their entire ability to function.

Before they could overthink it, Y/N hastily took off their headset and stood up. “Chat, you win. I’ll be right back.”

Leaving the stream running, they hurried out of the room, following the sound of Giselle’s voice toward the front door. When they reached the entrance, they found her casually checking her phone while waiting for her ride.

Giselle looked up as Y/N approached, a flicker of amusement in her eyes. “Didn’t think you’d leave your game just to see me off.”

Y/N ran a hand through their hair, feeling weirdly nervous. “I figured I should give you a proper goodbye. Since, y’know, you did completely wreck my ability to play.”

Giselle smirked. “Not my fault you get distracted so easily.”

Y/N scoffed. “Oh, it’s definitely your fault.”

Giselle tilted her head, studying them for a second before stepping a little closer. “Well… how do you plan on saying goodbye, then?”

Y/N hesitated for only a moment before reaching up to straighten the collar of her jacket, letting their fingers linger slightly before pulling away. “Have fun, okay? And don’t be too cool without me.”

Giselle chuckled. “Impossible.” She held their gaze for a second longer before leaning in just slightly, whispering, “Try not to crash any more cars while I’m gone.”

With that, she turned and stepped outside, leaving Y/N standing there, completely dazed all over again.

When Y/N finally made it back to their stream, they sat down and put their headset back on, their face still slightly flushed.

“…Chat, I hate to say this, but I think she knows exactly what she’s doing.”

The chat was, unsurprisingly, losing it.

YOU THINK????

THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING EVER

Y/N IS SO DOWN BAD OMG

BRO Y/N LEFT STREAM FOR HER WE WON

nah the way giselle EATS THEM UP EVERY TIME

Y/N shook their head, groaning. “I should’ve stayed asleep today.”

But they didn’t mean it. Not even a little bit.

[thebluediner]

COOL FIRST WORDS

billie was busy with finneas in her studio based in the basement. you on the other hand were left with your darling babygirl to watch one of your favourites soapies.

you had to admit you forgot how riled up the show made you that's until you started swearing at one of the characters. the moment the word "bitch" left your mouth your eyes almost popped out when you heard a small cute voice say it back to you.

your hands got ahold of your chubby daughter and held her closely to you before running down the stairs with her. when you got to the basement you didn't hesitate to intrude their session.

"guys she said her first word!" you screamed watching billie leave her chair running towards the both of you.

"oh my god she did it what the hell I missed it " she coos going through tons of emotions at the same time . she gently takes her precious girl from you in admiration while embracing her close

"that's so dope what'd she say ?" finneas with a big smile asked sitting up from his chair.

"yeah what'd she say " billie follows up asking her eyes leaving both of y'alls daughter and facing you.

"oh about that ..." you hesitated finishing your sentence already rubbing your neck and avoiding eye contact

"oh my gosh now I wanna know even more come on spit it out " finneas hyped out sensing it may be something unexpected.

"hear me out in my defense I didn't know she was aware of things like this yet but I may have cursed infront of her and she said ... bitch back" you admit looking at billie after trying to explain yourself all for them to burst out laughing.

"but it wasn't a full bitch she said it in like a baby way I promise I didn't corrupt her or anything like that " you explained yourself further due to the siblings laughing at you.

billie leans towards you planting a kiss on your lips before looking down on y'alls baby who's looking around the room amused .

"that's a cool ass first word baby and she'll think so too" she said smilling brightly .

[gojopill]

+ choso jerk off hcs

Choso’s masturbation sessions are never planned. His horniness comes and goes on a whim, and it’s up to him to decide whether or not he’s got the time and place to take care of himself. However, there is a loose routine that his body has become accustomed to: mornings just upon waking up and alternately the moment Choso arrives home from a long day of training—that familiar heat toils deep in his guts like a sex-soaked alarm clock, and he responds every time with the shedding of his trousers to wring the want out of his body.

In the least infantilizing way possible, I don’t think Choso is entirely privy to the concept of pornography. The internet in general is one big, convoluted puzzle that Choso would much rather not bother with, therefore he hasn’t had the misfortune of stumbling across raunchy sites. If he’s in a relationship with you, then the naughty pictures you send all get saved into a photo album on his phone, and Choso is enthusiastic to rub one out to them every single time he feels the need arising. And if you’re not dating? His imagination is really quite impressive.

Picture the following scene: a post-mission Choso finally trudging through the entryway of his apartment. Caked in sweat and grime and blood crusting in just about every crevice of his body. And he wants nothing more than to rinse off and pass out but Goddamnit, it’s like his dick has a mind of its own, up and throbbing and ready to play. It’s more of an annoyance and a hassle than something sexy, if Choso’s irritated sigh is anything to go off of. The man drags himself to his bedroom, leaving a trail of dirty clothes behind as he sheds off articles. Finally, he collapses belly-first onto the unmade bed, ready to do his business.

There’s two distinct methods to his madness. Method number one is the standard cock-in-hand pumping, but method number two is only reserved for lazy mornings and exhausting afternoons when Choso can’t possibly commit to a tricep workout just for a nut. Still on his stomach, he blindly grabs for his body pillow and maneuvers it into that small wedge of space between his crotch and the mattress.

A pining Choso can get real creative with his thoughts. You’re his partner, his friend, but here he is, drilling his hips into a lumpy pillow while thinking hideous things about you. He thinks about sucking across your chest, and in his lustful stupor, he might part his lips and picture your nipple between them. He thinks about his mouth on you, everywhere. Exploring your skin with teeth and tongue, devoting all five senses to your overwhelmingly attractive body.

Choso moans. Yep. He lives alone, so he doesn’t really see a point in biting the sheets to keep quiet. So yeah, he moans and babbles unintelligible recounts of your name while he humps. Sometimes, the pillow isn’t at the right angle, or it’s gone too soft on him and the friction’s giving out and he just wants to cum but he can’t get there and— “Oh, fuck, come on!” A fist punches down on the bed as he growls out words of frustration before reaching down to pull at his pillow harder—deeper—into the slot between his thighs and grind ten times more rough this go around.

When he comes, it’s to the mental image of your face. Your smile, your teeth and lips pulled wide, your pink tongue… It’s a sick fascination, Choso has with your mouth. Overstimulation be damned, he fucks through his orgasm, voice flatlining into an uncharacteristic silence despite his jaw hanging open. Thick, viscous fluid oozed between his chiseled abdomen and the pillow; it seeped into the poor thing because as per usual, Choso forgot to grab a stray sock to shoot his load into. Another pillow ruined. Lazily, Choso kicks it out from beneath himself and off the side of the bed to get taken care of later. He lays there catching his ragged breath, before succumbing to a sleepy sneak attack. His shower will have to wait until tomorrow.

[foxxyy06]

Valentine

M!Reader x Jang Kyujin

wc: 1.7K

ao3

She saw her texting you at 2 AM, about something as simple as how your day went or even what you were doing. Situationships were tough, especially when it's with an idol.

You fell for her and yet, she fell for you harder.

You and Kyujin have been your friends since childhood, being born in the same year, birthdays a day apart (Kyujin's being May 26th and your's the 27th), it just made sense that you were called soulmates.

Especially after you and Kyujin joined JYP at the same time, everyone saw the chemistry between you two. Spent time together during breaks, sometimes you visited her or Kyujin visited you during practice.

Leaving JYP in 2020 wasn't easy. Obviously, you were leaving your childhood best friend to follow her dreams, but that didn't mean you both suddenly stopped spending time together.

After Kyujin debuted on February 22nd 2022 in NMIXX, she slowly stopped texting you. At first you didn't think much, after all she just became an idol, yet you couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic. All those late night talks, all the times you snuck out at midnight to get a snack with her were stuck in your head.

Kyujin? Well, she didn't think it was a big deal. She finally achieved her dream and she was busy. Though, near your 18th birthday in 2024, she invited you.

unknown number: hey

Every instinct said do NOT answer it. An unknown number? Sure, answer it.

you: hey?

unknown number: call me

Yeah okay.

“Hello?” You said

“Hey”

You froze. You quickly recognized the voice. Kyujin. Your childhood best friend.

“Hello?”

“Oh my god” You said “I-I thought you forgot about me”

“As if” Kyujin said sarcastically “Sorry for not calling you”

“No, it's fine. Really.” You said “You're an idol it makes sense”

“That doesn't excuse that I didn't check up on you” Kyujin said “Are you free?”

“Yes.” You said

“Good, meet me at the JYP” Kyujin said 

“Got it” You said

“See you soon” Kyujin said 

“Yeah, see you” You said

And now you were there. The JYP logo is a beautiful blue color, lighting up the nearby street.

You were stressed, nervous, scared, excited. You would finally be meeting Kyujin after almost 3 years of not seeing her. Should you act like a fan? Should you act like the 3 year gap didn't happen? Should you-

“Hey” Kyujin said breaking you out of the thoughts

“Hey” You said before she hugged you

You froze a moment before wrapping your hands around her.

“I missed you so much” Kyujin said

“I missed you too” You said

“So tell me” Kyujin said, pulling away from the hug “What's new?”

“Honestly…” You said thinking about it.

On the one hand, life got its own pace after you left JYP. You went back to college, made new friends and basically started a new life.

On the other hand…

“Not a lot” You said “I just went back to college and… yeah. Graduated.”

“Hey! Thats awesome” Kyujin said “I mean I'm an idol, but still i'm glad you at least graduated.”

“Yeah well, I didn't know what to do with life after i left” You said “You know, Covid didn't make things easier”

“I get it” Kyujin said “I do. But at least you graduated”

“Yeah” You said “How's the idol life treating you?”

“Stressful.” Kyujin said “I'm not even going to lie, it's so stressful. Everything I do is monitored. Don't get me wrong, I love being an idol. Performing in front of thousands of fans is awesome but sometimes just want to take a break”

“Sounds tough” You said “But you're doing awesome”

“Thanks” Kyujin said with a genuine smile, which made your heart skip a beat for some reason. She always had a way of warming your heart in any situation, but right now? It was different.

You and Kyujin entered a café, the one you both always went to during the trainee days. The café wasn't as quiet as you thought it would be, but you didn't really care.

Both of you ordered and went to take a seat at a free table.

Silence sat in, not the awkward one, but the one which was comfortable. A silence in which you could sit in for hours.

“Have you been following NMIXX?” Kyujin asked breaking the silence 

“Obviously” You said “I mean, my childhood best friend debuted in a group and I won't follow it? As if!”

“I'm glad,” Kyujin said with a smile.

Again. Your heart skipped a beat. That stupid, soft smile. This shouldn't happen.

“You okay?” Kyujin said 

“Huh? Oh yeah.” You said

“Okay…” Kyujin said

Before she could say anything, your coffee came and the conversation switched to a different topic.

Though you couldn't shake the feeling that Kyujin was making your heart race, maybe it's because you always saw her on a screen, performing. And currently? She was the same old Kyujin that she was 5 or so years ago.

During your 18th birthday, you celebrated as you always did. You and your family, though this time it was a little different.

She was back in your life, so she invited you to the JYP practice rooms.

“You invited me?” You said as you entered the room

“I did.” Kyujin said before giving you a box.

“What is this?” You asked

“Just open it” Kyujin said

When you opened it, a bracelet with your name was in it. You froze for a moment. Kyujin rarely showed affection and yet this present?

“Kyujin…” You said 

“Happy birthday” Kyujin said 

“I… I have no words” You said “Thank you”

“Thought you'd like it” Kyujin said “Now we won't ever be separated.”

“Wait, you also have it?” You said before she showed you the bracelet

“Oh wow” You said “You really went out, huh?”

“Thought I do something a little special for you” Kyujin said 

“Now I feel bad for not giving you a present” You said

“You're my present” Kyujin said

“Are you being affectionate?” You teased

“Yah! I can be affectionate when I want to be!” Kyujin said as she playfully hit you

“Alright! Alright!” You said “Thank you for the present”

“You're welcome” Kyujin said

After that you fell harder for her. Anytime you met her, anytime she smiled or laughed your heart skipped a beat. You kept falling for her.

It wasn't easy for Kyujin either, anytime she received a text from you during practice, she smiled making her members tease her.

“Who's got you smiling that much?” Jiwoo teased

“No one!” Kyujin said too quickly

“Uh-huh” Jiwoo said

She saw her texting you at 2 AM, about something as simple as how your day went or even what you were doing. Situationships were tough, especially when it's with an idol.

You fell for her and yet, she fell for you harder.

By the time February 2025 rolled around, you were overthinking everything. Should you ask her to be your Valentine and then confess your feelings? Or confess without asking her to be your Valentine?

Kyujin: Are you busy?

You: No, why?

Kyujin: I need to talk to you.

You: Got it, meet at the café?

Kyujin: Sounds good.

And here you were, waiting in the café. This was it, you can finally confess to her.

There she was, walking into the café looking as beautiful as always. She was wearing jeans and a light blue shirt with her curly long hair.

“Hey” Kyujin said before hugging you

“Hey” You said before both of you sat down

“You look beautiful” You said

“You're not so bad yourself” Kyujin said

“So… You wanted to talk?” You said

“I did, yes.” Kyujin said “Okay so… We have been friends since childhood, right?”

“Yeah” You said knowing where this was going.

“And… I have been feeling a little more than just friends” Kyujin said “I know that we have been friends for years, but I'm tired of acting like I'm not feeling something when you text me at 2 AM, when you say how good I did at a performance… I have a crush on you Y/n.”

You froze. You knew you had a crush on her too, she was making your heart race faster than it should every single time she laughed or smiled. Whenever she texted or called you, you felt happy.

“Oh god” Kyujin said “I'm sorry , was that too weird? I shouldn't have-”

“No, I also have a crush on you” You said

“You… do?” Kyujin asked

“I do.” You said “Whenever you smiled or laughed? My heart raced. Whenever you held my hand just a little too long, I was overthinking”

“Oh” Kyujin said 

“Yeah” You said “I wanted to confess, but I didn't think you felt the same way”

“I wasn't very… honest?” Kyujin said “I didn't really show it, but yeah, you made my heart race”

“Guess we both were clueless, huh?” You said

“You dont say?” Kyujin said laughing softly, which was like melody to your ears

“So… what now?” You asked

“Well, will you be my Valentine?” Kyujin asked with a smile

“Yes. Yes I will” You said

“Well, then I guess… Are we a couple now?” Kyujin asked 

“Do you want us to be?” You asked

“Yes.” Kyujin said

“We are a couple.” You said

“I can't believe this!” Kyujin said 

“Me neither” You said

The conversation went nicely. Both of you talked for hours before going out of the café and to a river nearby.

“You know” Kyujin said “I want a date on the 14th, but I'm busy”

“It's okay” You said “I'm not expecting much… I just wanted to finally confess”

“Me too” Kyujin said before turning to face you “Now that we are a couple.”

“Yeah?” You said as she leaned closer

“A kiss?” Kyujin asked

“Was waiting for that” You said before closing the distance in a sweet kiss.

It wasn't rushed or anything, rather it was full of love and sweet. Her lips against yours felt like heaven, you wrapped your hands around her waist pulling her closer as if you were afraid to let her go.

As you both pulled away, your foreheads resting against each other, still breathless from the kiss.

“That was…” You said 

“Good. Everything I expected and more” Kyujin said 

“I'm glad” You said “I'm so glad”

“I should probably go” Kyujin said

“Probably should, huh?” You said before kissing her cheek and saying your final goodbyes.

When you were back home, you checked your phone and was met with a simple message.

Kyujin: Thank you very much. Goodnight <3

You smiled at the text before quickly texting her back

You: Goodnight baby, ily :) ❤️

[redrose10]

Hey, i’m fairly new to this so idk if I‘m doing this correctly but can I make a request for a story? Yoongi is quite shy with affection so how about an angst/fluff oneshot where the reader is very clingy and affectionate but he doesn’t play into it, because he’s shy and shows his love for them in a different way (acts of service, etc.) They’re together and reader feels hurt/grows distant, thinking they’re making him uncomfortable, but it has a fluffy ending. You can do what you want from this, but I just had that in mind for quite some time:)

Thanks for the request. I hope you like it!

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi’s cheeks have magical healing powers, but you feel too guilty to use them.

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, panic attacks

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“Yeah I know they’re driving me crazy any more. They’re always touching me and grabbing me and pulling me in different directions. I think they squeezed my cheeks like twelve times in a span of ten minutes. I know….yeah I know…this was a mistake. I just wish they would back off a little you know. Sometimes I regret ever getting involved with them.”

That conversation you had accidentally overheard your boyfriend having with his brother on the phone haunted you for the last month. Overthinking every little movement became the new normal for you.

Yoongi would come home from work. Normally you would run and jump into his arms peppering kisses all over his cheeks. But as you replayed those moments in your head you realized he rarely ever kissed you back, you would hardly even call it a hug. It was more of a way to hold you there just so you didn’t end up dropping to the floor. So now when he came home you would simply greet him with a smile, maybe a light shoulder squeeze if he seemed in a particularly good mood.

While cooking dinner you always had your arms wrapped around his waist. Sometimes you would talk about your day. Most times you would just sway along to a melody he hummed. Now you were suddenly aware of how he’d flinch every time you snaked your arms around him. He’d stand tense until finally giving in and relaxing under your touch. Now he was standing at the stove tending to a steak so you focused on keeping up with the dishes and setting the table instead of holding him close.

Gone were the days of holding hands. There were no more goodbye kisses. No good morning kisses followed by jokes about your horrible morning breath. No massages, no cuddles, no running your fingers through his hair.

But every morning your coffee was made and your lunch was packed. At night when you got out of the shower your towel had been in the dryer and was neatly folded on the counter and still warm while your pajamas were laid out on the bed. Every Sunday there was a fresh bouquet of flowers on the kitchen table. One day you forgot your umbrella at home and of course it started pouring. The office secretary placed it on your desk saying Yoongi dropped it off in a rush so he couldn’t stay to talk, but he still got it there. When you texted Yoongi asking if there were any painkillers in the cabinet for your headache so you knew if you needed to stop on your way home he said there was a bottle. When you got home there was a cup of tea, the painkillers, and your favorite dinner waiting on the kitchen counter, a receipt for the medicine just purchased today was in the trash. But there was still something that didn’t feel quite right between the two of you.

The worst of it was always at night. For the last three years you had been together you had grown accustomed to falling asleep safe and warm and comfy in his arms. It all started a year into your relationship when one night you had a particularly bad panic attack. The first one he had witnessed. Softly he pulled you close against him whispering comforting words while stroking the top of your head. It was the fastest you had ever been able to recover from an attack. Over time the panic attacks slowly subsided. So that became your favorite way to fall asleep. You never really asked him. You just always managed to squeeze your way into his arms. Of course he never fought it. He wasn’t that type of person. Three weeks ago he mentioned getting the best sleep he had in a long time. That was the first night you had forced yourself not to crawl into his arms. You felt guilty for causing him so many restless nights of sleep before that.

Then tonight as you laid in bed facing the opposite way from him you couldn’t help but start to feel terrible about everything. You had been selfish. You knew from the start that Yoongi was not super affectionate in a physical sense. He didn’t mind a kiss here or there or some hand holding to help you get through a crowd, but you were definitely more into physical affection than he was. The more you thought about it you started to feel awful because you had been forcing it on him all these years. Thinking that since you were in a long term relationship that it was okay even if it wasn’t like him.

But it wasn’t okay and judging by the phone call with his brother he was getting tired of it..tired of you.

So you need to apologize…

But what if it’s too late…

What if he’s completely done with you…

He’s going to break up with you…

It’s all your fault…

He hates you…

You ruined this relationship…

The room felt like it was spinning and your heart was beating too fast. You couldn’t catch your breath and you could feel tears begin to fall. You tried to shake the thoughts, but they kept coming and getting more intense. This was normally the time you would snuggle in closer to Yoongi and he would reluctantly squeeze you tight and remind you of your breathing exercises. But he was fast asleep unaware of the turmoil you were going through. Not wanting to wake him you gently scooted out of the bed and headed for the kitchen. But once there it all became too much. You started crying and shaking, hyperventilating. The simple task of warming up some milk all of a sudden seemed like moving mountains. So instead you sat at the kitchen table trying to control your breathing. You focused on the cars driving by on the street below, counting them as they went as a way of distraction.

You were on only on your seventh car when Yoongi walked into the kitchen. His hair ruffled and tshirt loosely hanging off his shoulder. He flipped the switch on the wall and squinted at the bright lights. Silently he got to work warming up a cup of milk. Once it was the perfect temperature he poured it into your favorite mug. It had a picture of a cat playing the piano. It reminded you of Yoongi. You started to cry harder again.

He sat in the chair next to you without saying anything. He took your hands and placed them on his cheeks encouraging you to squish them like your own personal stress balls. One of the very few and very rare things he did to initiate physical touch between you two. He saved it for moments like this when he knew you were really struggling. You told him once that his cheeks had magical powers or something because they always brightened your day.

But for the first time you didn’t follow through on the action. You couldn’t. You cringed thinking about all the times you had made him uncomfortable by doing things like that.

“Y/N, talk to me. Please.”, he whispered setting your hands down, but not letting go.

“I’m sorry Yoongi. I’m so sorry for being selfish.”, you sniffled.

He chuckled, “I’m gonna need more of an explanation than that.”

Finally you looked up at him and you could see the tenderness in his eyes, but it was also mixed with fear.

“I’m sorry I’m so annoying. I’m sorry I’m always hanging on you and touching you and squishing your cheeks. I can change. Please give me a chance. Please don’t leave me.”, you cried.

“Y/N”, he sighed, “Is this…Is this why you’ve been so distant lately?”

You nodded feeling another round of tears forming.

Yoongi grabbed your hands pulling you onto his lap, something he’d never done before.

“Y/N, I’m not the most affectionate person. I never have be and even though I try I probably never will be. I prefer to show you how much I love you through words or by my actions. But I know that you are very much a touchy kind of person and that is okay. I love that about you. If I didn’t I wouldn’t have spent the last three years madly in love with you. I look forward to coming home and you running into my arms. Sometimes I’m not sure who is more excited to see me, you or Holly.”, he chuckled, “I love when we cook together and my favorite time is at night when you’re wrapped in my arms and I know that that you’re warm and comfy and safe. I don’t want any of that to change. I don’t want you to change Y/N. I love you just how you are and the last month has been killing me, but I knew you’d either work it out on your own or come to me when you were ready. I didn’t want to rush you.

It was too much to hold off any more and you wrapped your arms around his neck instantly melting into him.

“I’m so sorry Yoongi. I overheard you telling your brother how you were tired of me and you regretted getting together with me and I panicked, but I should’ve talked to you first instead of getting in my head.”

“What? Conversation with my brother? I never said anything about ooohhhhh.”, he said before his eyes widen at the realization. He helped you up and started dragging you to the bedroom, “Don’t worry about that. It will all make sense soon.”

Two weeks later it was your anniversary. You had just walked into the living room expecting to find Yoongi in the kitchen or maybe his studio after not hearing from him for the last few hours, but instead he was in the middle of the room surrounded by roses while down on one knee and with a slightly shaky hand he was holding open a small black velvet box. “Y/N, I love you more than I ever thought possible. I didn’t know love like this could even really exist. I want this forever and ever and ever. I want all the kisses and hugs and affection from you. Will you marry me?”, he asked. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”, you exclaimed bouncing up and down before pulling him up off of the floor and into a kiss. He slipped the ring on your finger watching you admire the sparkle.

“Do you like it?”, he asked and you nodded, “Of course! It’s gorgeous.”

“Good because uh this was what I was talking to my brother about that day.” You looked up at him confused. He continued, “A few months ago I asked my mom for help picking out a ring. She got really excited and wanted to make sure you got the perfect one you deserved so she took me to every single jewelry store she could find and was constantly grabbing me and pulling me to look at different rings. Then she got my Aunt involved and then they got your mom to come along and then your Aunt was there and then they asked your best friend. Next thing I knew I had a whole group of people grabbing me and dragging me all over the stores. One saying look at this one. Then another one saying no get this one. My mom kept squishing my cheeks asking if I was planning to look like a boiled dumpling on my wedding day. It was a lot.”, he sighed, “So that day on the phone I was complaining to my brother about it. He gave me the number to his jeweler and I just bought the ring that way. I couldn’t go to one more store with them. I know they meant well, but I was going to loose it if my cheeks got squished one more time in the middle of a mall somewhere.”

The relief you felt was immense.

“Yeah, but your dumpling cheeks are just so cute though.”, you giggled already happily squishing them together. He feigned annoyance, but when you tried to pull away he quickly grabbed your hands placing them back on his cheeks so you could continue.

“This is the life you’ve chosen.”, you laughed pointing at the ring on your finger.

His smile grew, “Yep, these cheeks are yours forever and ever babe.”

[writeriguess]

Can I please request the following:

Reader and the class go to a ryokan (maybe for outdoors training or something) and Reader forgets that after sunset the onsen is mixed, not separate for males and females

They find themselves relaxing, but Kirishima is suddenly also there

They feel very awkward at first but then ease up and smut happens (if you’re comfortable writing this)

Thank you!!! 💚💚💚

Beneath the Steam

The heat of the onsen wraps around you like a comforting embrace, steam rising in thick clouds under the soft glow of the lanterns lining the edge of the spring. The day’s training had been brutal, and the moment you slipped into the water, tension bled from your muscles, leaving only blissful relaxation behind.

You sigh, sinking deeper, letting your head rest against the smooth stones. The ryokan had been a perfect retreat after days of exhausting drills. The class had split up earlier, boys and girls heading to their respective baths, and you’d been so eager to unwind that you’d completely forgotten what Midnight had mentioned in passing: after sunset, the onsen became mixed.

Which is why, when you hear the unmistakable splash of someone stepping into the water, your heart nearly stops.

Your body stiffens. Slowly, cautiously, you turn your head—only to meet the wide, equally shocked eyes of Kirishima.

"Oh—uh—shit," he blurts, his usual grin faltering as his gaze flickers over you before jerking away. His face turns a deep shade of red, rivaling the color of his hair. "I—uh, I didn’t think—uh—"

You clutch your towel instinctively, even though the water is already covering you up to your chest. "Kirishima! What are you doing here?"

He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, muscles rippling with the movement. The steam curls around him, beads of water already trailing down his chest. "I mean, it’s an onsen," he chuckles, though there’s a clear nervousness in his voice. "I just—y’know, didn’t realise anyone else would be here."

You swallow hard. You’d seen Kirishima shirtless before, sure—training together meant seeing your classmates in all kinds of states of undress. But this was different. This was intimate. The lanterns cast a golden glow on his skin, highlighting every ridge of muscle, every drop of water trailing down his torso.

And worst of all, you were alone.

You clear your throat, willing yourself to calm down. "I… forgot it was mixed after dark," you admit, feeling heat rush to your face that has nothing to do with the onsen. "I would’ve left earlier if I remembered."

Kirishima chuckles, but he still looks nervous. "I mean… I can go if you want?" His hand is already moving to push himself up, but you shake your head quickly.

"No! It’s okay, I—" You pause, taking a breath. "I guess we’re both here now. Might as well enjoy it, right?"

His grin returns, more relaxed this time, and he sinks deeper into the water, his strong arms resting along the stone ledge. "Yeah. Yeah, you’re right."

Silence stretches between you for a moment, not uncomfortable but charged. You try not to look at him, but it’s impossible not to notice the way his muscles flex as he moves, the water lapping against his skin.

"So," he finally says, his voice lower than before. "This is kinda… different, huh?"

You huff a laugh, the tension in your shoulders loosening a bit. "Yeah, just a little."

He turns his head to look at you, and when your eyes meet, something shifts. Maybe it’s the warmth of the water, the intimacy of the moment, or the fact that neither of you are wearing much, but suddenly, the air feels thicker. His usual easy-going expression softens, his gaze dropping to your lips for just a second before flicking back up.

Your breath catches.

"Kirishima…"

He licks his lips, hesitating. "You can call me Eijiro, y’know," he murmurs.

Your stomach flips. You’ve never called him that—not like this, not when it feels like his name would linger on your tongue in a way that means something.

"Eijiro," you test, and the way his pupils dilate makes your whole body flush.

"Shit," he exhales, running a hand through his wet hair. "I, uh—look, if I’m misreading this, tell me, okay? But I think—I think I really wanna kiss you right now."

Your pulse pounds in your ears. The steam, the flickering light, the heat of his body so close—it’s all too much.

"You're not misreading it," you whisper.

That’s all it takes.

He moves before you can second-guess yourself, closing the distance between you in an instant. His lips crash against yours, warm and insistent, and you melt into the kiss, grasping at his shoulders as he pulls you against him. The water shifts around you, rippling as his hands slide up your back, gripping you like he’s afraid you might slip away.

You gasp when his tongue brushes against yours, and he groans, deep and low, like he’s been holding back for too long. The sound shoots straight to your core, and you find yourself clinging to him, pressing closer, letting the heat between you consume everything else.

His hands wander—hesitant at first, then bolder as he feels you responding. When his fingers ghost over the edge of your towel, your breath stutters. He pulls back slightly, searching your face. "Is this okay?"

"Yes," you breathe. "Please."

The moment your whispered please leaves your lips, something in Kirishima snaps.

His grip tightens as he pulls you onto his lap, the shift in movement sending ripples through the water. Your thighs spread instinctively to straddle him, and the hard press of his arousal against your core makes your breath catch. The sensation is muffled by the heat of the onsen, but even through the water, you can feel how thick and heavy he is beneath you.

“Shit,” he groans, his hands finding your waist, fingers flexing like he’s struggling to hold himself back. “You feel… so good.”

You shiver at the way his voice roughens, dipping into something raw and hungry. He leans in, dragging his lips over your jaw, your cheek, before capturing your mouth in another heated kiss. This time, there’s no hesitation—only hunger, only the desperate need to taste you, claim you. His tongue slides against yours, hot and insistent, and you whimper into his mouth, gripping his shoulders to steady yourself.

His hands slip lower, tracing along the curves of your hips before sliding around to cup your ass beneath the water. He squeezes, groaning into the kiss as he rolls his hips up into you. The friction makes your head spin, and you gasp, breaking the kiss to bury your face against his neck.

“Kirishima—”

He exhales sharply, breath hot against your temple. “Say my name.”

You shudder at the command in his voice, nails digging into his damp skin. “Eijiro.”

A deep growl rumbles from his chest. “Fuck, that sounds so good.”

His mouth moves lower, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, trailing heat down to your collarbone. The air is thick with steam, with the scent of minerals and his skin. You arch into him as he nips at your shoulder, his teeth just barely scraping against you—enough to send a delicious shiver down your spine.

His hands move again, one splaying across your back to press you tighter against him, the other dipping between your thighs beneath the water. His fingers brush over your entrance, teasing, testing, before sliding through your slick folds. Even submerged in the onsen, you’re still so wet for him, and the realization makes his cock twitch against your belly.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re already so ready for me.”

You whimper as he circles your clit with his thumb, slow and deliberate, sending a wave of pleasure pulsing through you. Your hips jerk involuntarily, chasing the friction, and he chuckles, low and dark.

“Feel good?”

“Yes,” you gasp, voice barely above a whisper.

He smirks against your skin, nipping at your jaw as he slides a thick finger into you. You moan at the stretch, gripping his shoulders as he curls it just right, stroking that sensitive spot inside you.

“God, you’re so tight,” he mutters, adding another finger, pumping them slowly in and out. “I wanna feel you around my cock so bad.”

The filthy confession sends a bolt of heat straight to your core, and you can’t stop the way your walls clench around his fingers. His breath stutters, and his hips buck up instinctively, grinding his length against your stomach.

You can feel him—hot, hard, heavy—and the thought of having him inside you makes your whole body throb with want.

“Eijiro,” you whisper, voice shaking, “I need you.”

His grip on your waist tightens. “Yeah?”

You nod, barely able to form words. “Please. I need you now.”

A strained groan escapes him, and in one swift motion, he pulls his fingers from you, gripping your hips to lift you just enough. His cock brushes against your entrance, thick and throbbing, and your whole body tenses in anticipation.

His eyes search yours, dark and hungry but still careful. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you breathe. “I want this—I want you.”

That’s all he needs.

He lowers you onto him slowly, letting you adjust inch by inch. The stretch is intense—he’s big, bigger than you expected—but the burn melts into pleasure as he fills you completely. A strangled groan rips from his throat as he bottoms out, his hands trembling against your skin.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he pants, forehead resting against your shoulder. “You feel so fucking good.”

You whimper, rolling your hips experimentally, and the way he shudders beneath you sends a thrill through your body.

“Shit—don’t do that yet,” he grits out, fingers digging into your hips. “Give me a second, or I’ll fucking lose it.”

You bite your lip, heat pooling in your belly at the raw need in his voice. After a moment, his grip relaxes, and he looks up at you, eyes blazing.

“Move for me, baby.”

The endearment sends a fresh wave of arousal through you, and you obey, slowly lifting yourself before sinking back down. The sensation is overwhelming—the stretch, the heat, the way his cock drags along every sensitive spot inside you.

His hands guide your movements, helping you find a rhythm, his hips rolling up to meet yours. The water sloshes around you, the quiet sounds of the onsen now mixed with the breathy moans and ragged groans that escape both of you.

“God—fuck, you feel amazing,” he groans, pulling you down for another desperate kiss. His tongue tangles with yours, messy and hot, matching the pace of your movements.

Your fingers tangle in his damp hair, gripping tight as pleasure coils in your stomach, winding tighter with every thrust. His pace quickens, his hands gripping your ass as he drives up into you, each stroke hitting deeper, harder.

You cry out, clinging to him, and he groans against your lips. “That’s it, baby—let me hear you.”

His thumb finds your clit again, rubbing tight circles that send sparks shooting through your veins. The pressure builds, your body trembling as you chase your release.

“Eijiro—I’m close,” you gasp.

“I got you,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead against yours. “Come for me, baby.”

The heat inside you snaps, pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your whole body tenses, walls clenching around him as you cry out his name.

The feeling of you squeezing him, pulsing around his cock, is too much. With a strangled moan, he thrusts up one last time, burying himself deep as he spills inside you, body shaking with the force of his orgasm.

For a moment, neither of you move, both panting, bodies pressed together as you ride out the aftershocks.

Finally, Kirishima exhales a breathless laugh, resting his forehead against yours. “Holy shit.”

You let out a soft, breathless chuckle, pressing a lazy kiss to his lips. “Yeah… wow.”

He grins, brushing damp strands of hair from your face. “You okay?”

You nod, still floating in the haze of pleasure. “Better than okay.”

His smile softens, something warm and adoring flickering in his gaze. “Good.”

He pulls you close, wrapping his strong arms around you as he presses a lingering kiss to your temple. The water ripples gently around you, the steam curling in the air, wrapping you both in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

And as you rest against him, still tangled together beneath the soft glow of the lanterns, you realize that whatever this is—it’s just the beginning.

[burningembers91]

Dinner for Two - Ryu Su-Yeol/K x Fem!Reader

tagging: @sky-forts-and-burning-citadels Follow up piece to:

Chalk and Cheese I'll Bring You Flowers

Synopsis: Forced to attend the date that K arranged with you, Su-Yeol is determined to break things off for good. But the more time he spends with you, the more he realises why K likes you so much.

A/N: The ending of this fic is based on this ask

Ryu Su-Yeol had resigned himself to a life with K long ago. He was mostly used to his antics by now; he could handle the childish arguments, could deal with his alter ego’s insatiable and sometimes insane lust for justice, but this time he had gone too far. He hadn’t found out about the date until it was too late, K making sure to leave a sticky note somewhere Su-Yeol wouldn’t notice until he returned from work. It was hidden under one of his dumbbells, scrawled in K’s handwriting: We’ve got dinner plans tonight with the beautiful girl next door at 8pm. Don’t be a dick!

If Su-Yeol could have punched K, he would have. He knew he’d fronted last night, had begged him to explain everything that had gone on, but K was being tight lipped, and now he knew why. “We cannot go for dinner with her,” Su-Yeol sighd, “I’m going to cancel.” “You can’t cancel!” K cried, “She’ll be devastated. We really hit it off last night; I think it might be love.”

Su-Yeol could feel the migraine starting to form, the dull, throbbing pulse right in the centre of his forehead. “It’s not love,” Su-Yeol sighed, “It’s… pointless. I’ll just go over and break the news to her gently. I’m sure she’ll understand.” He could feel K trying to front, could feel his other personality sinking his fingers into the very core of their shared brain, desperate to take over. But Su-Yeol wasn’t having it; K had gone too far this time, and someone needed to maintain order. Yes, cancelling a date 30 minutes before it was due to start would make him look like a bit of a prick, but he’d never had a problem being the bad guy before. If things got bad, he could always move. It wouldn’t be the first time Su-Yeol had had to relocate after pissing off a woman.

He knocked on your door, piecing together some bullshit excuse about why he couldn’t attend. His body tensed, automatically anticipating the slap he was sure to receive, but then you opened the door and Su-Yeol forgot how to speak.

You were a vision in a burgundy off the shoulder dress, your makeup soft and glowing. Your perfume smelled like orange blossom and honeysuckle, and for a split-second Su-Yeol understood completely why K was so head over heels for you. “K! You’re early,” you smiled, “come in!” K? Why the hell were you calling him K? Su-Yeol made a mental note to have a serious word with his troublesome friend. “It’s uh… It’s Su-Yeol,” he corrected you, laughing awkwardly as he looked around your place. It was nice, the space enveloping him in a warm, cozy hug. Your apartment felt like home, unlike his place which was devoid of anything other than basic furniture and eye-wateringly expensive art.  

“Really?” you looked at him confused. “Yesterday you told me to call you K.” “Right!” Su-Yeol laughed again; why the hell couldn’t he stop laughing? “It’s just… I prefer Su-Yeol.” You looked at him like he was crazy, your brows furrowed as you took him in. He was dressed in muted colours today, his beige two-piece suit and cream turtleneck so far removed from the crazy leopard print number he had on the night before. “If I didn’t know better,” you smiled, popping the cork on a bottle of wine. “I’d say you were two different people.”

Su-Yeol laughed again, loud and brash as he figured out how to respond. He had two options; make himself look crazy or make himself look like an asshole. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he snorted, “no one can be two people.” You handed him a glass of wine, your eyes scanning his chiselled features. This man was such an enigma; no matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t figure him out. There was no way the man standing in front of you now was the same man who fixed your boiler last night. Everything about him was different, from the way he dressed, to the way he carried himself. “If you insist,” you winked. “Make yourself at home. I need to finish getting ready.”

As you headed into your bedroom to finish up, Su-Yeol took a seat on your sofa. It was a plush, cream number, the cushions caressing his body as he sank down into the soft material. Your living room smelled like lavender, the soft glow of your table lamp instantly relaxing him. There were photos of you and your friends dotted around the space, and Su-Yeol was finding it hard to ignore how gorgeous you were. He felt instantly at ease in your home, a far cry from how he felt in his own apartment. He could definitely see why K was so drawn to you, but Su-Yeol simply couldn’t allow this to continue. He was too fucked up for someone as good as you. He let his head fall back into the soft cushions, taking a sip of wine as he examined the titles on your bookshelf. You had good taste, and that only served to annoy him more. From everything he’d seen so far, you were his dream girl.

“Ready,” you smiled, coming back into the living room. Su-Yeol could only stare, once again completely dumbfounded by you. He’d always known you were pretty, but tonight you’d taken his breath and words away. It was going to be harder to end things than he originally thought. He’d treat you to a nice dinner, and then he’d cut you loose.

K had done the honours of booking a shockingly expensive restaurant, much to Su-Yeol’s pain. Your table was right by the window, on the top floor, with the most stunning views of the Seoul skyline. Even he had to admit, it was incredibly romantic. It was just too bad it wasn’t going to last. After placing your order, you sat back and chatted, and Su-Yeol tried to so hard to find a fault with you, one tiny downside to your perfection that he could use as an excuse to run away. But there was nothing. You were intelligent, witty, hilariously funny and as beautiful inside as you were outside. Time seemed to stand still, and you barely noticed the other diners leaving, didn’t realise the waiters were all patiently waiting for you to pay your bill and leave so they could close for the night.

As Su-Yeol reluctantly walked you home, he was forced to admit that K had got it right. You were simply perfect in every way. He wanted to invite you in, to peel that burgundy dress from your body and fuck you until you screamed his name. But he couldn’t do that to K. His alter ego may have been an extension of himself, but K was still like a brother to him. If K didn’t love you, it would have been fine; but Su-Yeol knew how much he cared for you and he didn’t want to hurt him by taking advantage of you. He also knew that K was desperate for him to care about you too. But there was too much baggage on Su-Yeol’s side, too much anger and hurt, too much bitterness in his heart.

“I had a lovely time tonight,” you said, arriving back at your door. You stood on your tiptoes, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. “Goodnight… K and Su-Yeol.” You left him standing there dumbstruck long after you’d closed the door. For the first time in his life, both of his personalities had been recognised. He wasn’t sure how you knew, but you did.

Su-Yeol lay in bed that night, bickering back and forth with K as he usually did. “She knows about us both!” K cried, “this is incredible! She’s incredible!” Su-Yeol rolled over, pulling his pillow over his ears to block out his overly enthusiastic other-half. “She is,” he agreed, “but we can’t be with her.” “Why?” He could feel K’s disappointment, could feel the ache in their shared heart. “She makes us happy. She makes you happy, and nothing does that.” “You know why,” Su-Yeol snapped. “I can’t be with anyone… Me and people, we don’t mix.”

Su-Yeol could feel the hurt and anger welling inside of him, could feel K’s frustration mixing with his own pain. “You could be with her,” K whispered sadly. “We both could.” Su-Yeol admired K’s positivity, but yet again he was forced to be the pragmatic one. How would you cope, being in a relationship with a person who had split personalities? What would your friends and family think? People would make fun of you, would call you crazy and Su-Yeol didn’t want that. It was hard enough that people thought he was insane; he didn’t want you tainted with the same brush.

And yet, he found himself picturing life with you and K, the three of you in your cozy, lavender-scented apartment. In an ideal world, the three of you would be happy.

In an ideal world, Su-Yeol and K would love you, together. But would you love both of them?

[entities-of-posts]

Im an exotic animal rescuer, not by trade but just for fun. i prefer to take in non- avian reptiles and small animals like rabbits but push comes to shove ill take just about anything for a short period.

anyways I got a call from a local shelter, they told me they had a goat surrendered to them, weird but i have an acreage and i assuming i didnt want to keep it i could probably find a new home for it easily.

I noticed something was weird when I went to pick him up. He was a little goat, probably a pygmy mix with mostly black fur and little horns. He looked entirely normal but immediately i felt like something was off. Being at an animal shelter is a scary experience, especially for prey herd animals like goats, usually they would be cowering or prone to aggression, but he just let me take him. He had a sort of confidence that I had never seen in an animal before.

I sort of assumed he was just a very well loved pet, they said he was surrendered by an old woman who said he belonged to her late daughter, the strange confidence of the animal could be explained by him being a very good pet, brought around strangers and comfortable in new situations. That’s what i tried to tell myself.

I brought him into my house, i didnt have a pen set up yet but my bathroom had been home to chickens and cats and once even a deer temporarily. he let me carry him and when i put him down he looked me straight in the eyes. not in the eyes like turning his head to one side to look at me but straight on, the way a dog looks you in the eyes. his eyes followed me as I set up the bathroom for him. dead quiet. No fear.

I close the door and leave him in the bathroom. I needed to get back to work, I work from home so it’s flexible enough that i can leave in the middle of the day to pick up a goat but I still should get my work done in time. I sort of forgot about the goat, until i heard my cat screeching in the other room.

My cat was an elderly calico who i rescued when I was just a teenager, she had quite a few things wrong with her, having absolutely 0 self preservation instincts or hunting drive, when in university my parrots were free roamed during the day alone with her. Stupid but she literally didnt seem to realize she could attack them. I think she may have had some sort of brain damage, because genuinely she was strange.

anyways, her screeching is not too unusual, i walked out, expecting she had once again gotten herself tangled in something or stuck somewhere. She loped over as she saw me, still screaming. she was bleeding.

The goat was in the kitchen, blood around his mouth. he looked at me with those predatory, very ungoatlike eyes. he opened his mouth, it opened much larger than it should have been able to, like his face was splitting open. He began to charge at me.

I was nearly blind with panic, not that ive never been attacked by an animal before, but this was different. unexpected. impossible.

I managed to lead him outside, suffering only a bite to the leg. All day he stood outside the door, like he knew i was in there. like he was waiting.

he left at some point during the night when the coyotes got louder. I brought my cat to the vet but it was too late. I went to a walk in clinic and got a rabies shot. They said it looked like a fox bite.

One of my favorite ways the Hunt manifests is by turning a prey into a predator. Delightfully unexpected every time. The wrongness of it makes the horror more potent.

[luc-not-skywalker]

So like on Kate cause everyone been seeking justice for her fsr???

I'll admit that her backstory (like specifically the blowing up Wayne and her relationship with her dad and also that one episode with Cassidy) is well-done, and feels right. Exploding that bitch also 100% justified.

They lost me however when she went out of her way to get a toy airplane from her childhood crush that she would proceed to stake lives on for no good reason other than it belonged to him. Also seeking out her mom just to say hi when she knows exactly what would happen and ends up killing Tom, who had a wife and baby son was absolutely ridiculous. She also left her husband in a very similar way to both Sarah and Susan, whom I don't think anyone can say they like, only she drugged him.

As for pick-me behavior, its the constant "I'm coming with you even though you explicitly told me not to" followed by her coming being the reason they keep getting into trouble. How she has to ignore everything she is told to do that will keep her and others safe simply for defiance' sake.

It's the way she uses James, who she doesn't begin to deserve, because she can't handle Jack hanging out with another woman. She joins him in his cage and... That painful scene just because she thought he was going to die.

It's the way this scene made me throw up in my mouth:

I think a positive part of her character is how she is a good friend to the survivors (excluding Jack and James) especially to Hurley, Sun, Claire, and Sayid. She's a great friend, but a horrible lover.

Ultimately Kate's biggest problem is that she's a woman written by a man (But hey, so were Juliet and Sun who are two of the best characters on the show). It's not her fault that the dialogue written for Kate was cringe at best, but its also not Sayid's fault that his off-island story arc ruined his personality, as it's not Ben's fault that the second they try to make him sympathetic it takes away all of his power, and that John Locke thinks he's god because his legs started working (Rose lost her terminal cancer and all she did was organize a kitchen)

Lost is my favorite show, but the only characters who I truly liked 100% of the time they were on screen were Hurley, Juliet, and Jin (maybe James).

Kate is a way too overpowered "strong female lead because she rejects all things feminine and murders people and is stuck in a love triangle" stereotype, and I don't like her. At all.

My 50 year old mother AND father can see it. My 11 year old brother who has missed 50% of elementary school can see it. My 13 year old brother who doesn't know like a single girl can see it. And my 3rd sibling, who is almost an adult and an absolutely brilliant writer, thinks everything about her is a joke.

So there it is. Sort of. I have bad memory and am also sick so I probably forgot a lot of things.

The thoughts that run through my head as I rewatch lost

[lavender-milky-tea]

I am in rarepair hell

Reference pose by Ed van der Elsken : Couple Sleeping, 1953

[adahlenan]

But I'd rather not remind myself and leave it all behind And I've tried so hard to fix it all but nothing seems to help

[ra-vio]

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[deus-ex-mona]

i miss her…

[crystalkitty1220]

Man I wonder where the leader of the fear realm could've gone, it's alMOST LIKE NEVIN HAS AN

[snzluv3r]

have the most fun saturday planned of a trip to the hospital for my ENT appointment, followed up immediately by the dentist to get some teeth fixed </3 hoping that i can make it through the dentist appointment without too much photic sneezing, but not feeling confident given how horrible the allergies i woke up with are

[cimicherrychanga]

see i think the problem with bein out in public socializing for a 3rd day in a row is that ive only slept 3 hours last night