#my friend made a drawing of him and i started bawling

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nothing in life will prepare you for your pet's death

[pomefioredove]

So people use Kalim, right? Like pretend to be his friend because he has money-

What if Kalim's crush is just like "Yeah I grew up poor....anyways! I bought you this gold bracelet! Probably not real gold, but I thought it'd fit your style." And is just always pulling up with gifts and little trinkets and just refuses to let Kalim spend any money 😭 I also imagine if Kalim gave them a gift, they'd just start bawling because they don't know how to accept gifts-

:3c I love a little kalim posting

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ the mystery of the magi

type of post: short fic characters: kalim additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, realizing now that I went a liytle off-prompt, sorry u-u

You gave Kalim one rule.

One rule. You had no expectations, no requirements, no shopping list.

Just one rule... that happened to be impossible for him to follow.

"No money?" Jamil asks, watching Kalim pace the room. "You can't spend any money? So no clothes, no jewelry, no games?"

It's far past curfew, but even Jamil had long forgotten about that. That's how strange this whole thing is.

Kalim has never looked so worried. "Not a thaumark. They said so!"

"Did they...?"

Of course. Jamil has thought you were weird from the day Kalim started coming home with plastic toys and friendship bracelets, "gifts" of yours. But this is just absurd.

The heir to one of the richest families in the world has days to find you the perfect birthday gift, and he can't spend any money.

Kalim's eyes are wide with thought, which is a strange look on him. "They say that my presence is enough..."

"But it's not," Jamil finishes the thought for him. Kalim had always given gifts as love- handing out gold and jewels like they were candy- which made him a treat for... well, most of NRC. But not you.

"Well... there's plenty you can do without spending," Jamil says. "You could... cook something, or plan a nice date..."

Kalim pouts. "It's not enough! Everything they get me is so... perfect... I want to do the same!"

Perfect, meaning the cheap toys from claw machines, drawings, handmade jewelry, half-edible cookies... Kalim keeps everything you give him. Everything. His room is beginning to look like the prize shelf at an arcade.

"This is quite the conundrum, isn't it..." Jamil mutters. "Are you sure I can't-"

"No! I need to come up with it on my own! They're just... so good at gift-giving. I wonder how they do it..." Kalim sighs. Jamil rolls his eyes.

"Then... perhaps I can offer some advice. The sort of gift you're looking to give doesn't come from here," Jamil says, pointing to his head. He trails his finger down to his chest.

"...It comes from here."

Though that was complete nonsense, Kalim lights up. "I-I think I understand! Thanks, Jamil!"

And then he's gone.

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Trapped in a circle of friends and Scarabia students, you awkwardly smile at their birthday wishes.

Grim's greedy little paws dig into the homemade cake before the candles are out, getting icing all over himself. You chuckle, a warm, loving sound that makes Kalim beam. Good so far.

"Time for gifts. We do have a curfew to mind," Jamil says, and Grim laughs maniacally, reaching out for the first box.

"Actually," Kalim says, smiling as if it were his own birthday. "I was hoping I'd get to give my gift first!"

You chuckle. "I don't see why not,"

Kalim returns the gesture, and he stands on the table, drawing everyone's attention to him. Jamil raises an eyebrow.

"I'm not seeing a box!" Grim shouts, and you shush him. Kalim clears his throat.

"I'm usually not so bad at this, but I had a lot of trouble thinking of the perfect present for you... until Jamil said I was thinking too much here... and not here," he says, pointing first to his head, and then lower, to his throat.

You give Jamil a confused look, but he looks just as lost.

"So... that's what I'm going to do. Happy birthday!"

Everyone watches in some mix of amusement and horror as Kalim begins to sing... in your honor.

Without any accompanying music, he performs, in front of everyone you know, a song about everything he loves about you. Even Jamil looks horrified.

When it's over, the room is quiet. Everyone is staring at Kalim as if his head had fallen off.

Then, slowly, you stand. And you clap.

You're beaming. "That was amazing! Again! Again!"

Kalim grins, unphased by the weird looks everyone is giving you two, and he hops off the table to pull you into a hug.

"I'm so glad you liked it!"

"Liked it!? That was..." you laugh, hugging him back. "That was perfect."

"I can sing it as much as you want! Every night, if it makes you happy!"

"Sevens help me..." Jamil sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. Trey gives him a sympathetic pat on the back.

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the grid: wedding shenanigans

Day 14 of fic-tober! fic-tober masterlist

Featuring: Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Alex Albon, Daniel Riccardo, Charles LeClerc, Max Verstappen

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Oscar Piastri: driving off into the sunset (literally) 

The entire day was so special, it was a small service with just family and friends where you’d flown everyone out to their beach house. It was beautiful, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and you were getting married. You looked stunning in your dress, and everyone cried as you came down the aisle, but no one more than Oscar. He looked at you with all the love and affection in the world and as you finally reached the top of the aisle, pressed a small kiss to your cheek whispering an ‘i love you’ much to the dismay of your officiant. 

The day went on with lunch, some pictures, and finally the dancing, and as the sun set, you grabbed your suitcases and grabbed the keys to his pickup, driving off into the sunset for your honeymoon in the Outback, southern Australia, and then onto New Zealand. 

He glanced over at you as he drove, the setting sun giving you a special glow as you looked at the ring on your finger. He slowly pulled over to the side of the road, wanting to gaze up at the stars that were just beginning to show. You two sat in the back of the pickup with a blanket over the top of you. You cuddled into his side and smiled. 

“How does it feel, Mrs. Piastri?” he whispered, staring up at the stars. 

You beamed. “It feels fucking amazing to be your wife,” you pressed a kiss to the arm he had wrapped around your shoulders. “How does it feel for you?”

He groaned, a bright smile on his face. “Like everything I’ve ever wanted has come true,” he almost cringed at himself, knowing how corny he sounds. 

But you just nodded and smiled, perfectly contempt. 

You two really were made for each other. Oscar stared up at the sky as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, before he started driving again after lying you down in the passenger seat, he thanked his lucky stars for giving him you. 

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Lando Norris: sneaking off in the middle of the party

You felt the adrenaline rush through you as he led you down yet another long corridor. He was giggling the whole way, as were you, his hand held tightly around yours. The day had been wonderful, you’d gotten married in Sibton Park Estate, a beautiful country house with all the charm of a castle. You felt like a princess as you walked down the aisle, smiling brightly at Lando, who shed a tear or two, but mostly smiled and laughed out of nervousness. He had to stop his vows twice because he started laughing, and once because he started crying. Your vows made him bawl, having to give him a few minutes break before continuing. But god, had it been a tiring day. All day you were on your feet, away from your husband talking to guest after guest, seeing him on the dance floor for your first dance, then immediately being pulled away. It was jarring, even Max commented on it, saying. “You two are usually so all over each other, today I’ve barely seen you two interact outside of genuinely saying your vows!”

Safe to say you missed each other. 

Somehow, he pushed a door open that brought you to a drawing room that overlooked the entire outdoor party and you smiled as you watched your friends and family let loose. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed a soft kiss to your neck. 

“I can’t believe you’re my wife,” he grinned like a schoolboy. “Don’t think I’ll ever get tired of saying that.”

You chuckled. “I love you so much,” you sighed. “Today was perfect.”

He nodded. “So perfect. Best day of my life.”

“Not your first win?” 

He pulled his ‘sassy face’, as you called it. “Fuck no. This is the best day of my life, hands down.”

You looked at him sceptically. “I wouldn’t be offended-” “My word, I got to marry the most caring, lovely, kind, smart, incredible, stunning, gorgeous, loyal, gentle, hilarious, most wonderful woman in the world and call her my wife. She’s wearing my ring on her finger, she’s kissing my lips, and she’s sleeping in my bed. You are the most important thing in my life, and I will die on that hill, alright?”

You chuckled. “Alright,” you turned around and kissed him, softer than you did when you’d been pronounced as married. 

“I fucking adore you,” he whispered. 

Perfect moment on a perfect day. 

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Lewis Hamilton: anxiety before the ceremony 

You paced back and forth in your dressing room, internally freaking out. You knew you loved Lewis, more than anything you loved Lewis. Though today was just proving… terrifying. Everyone’s eyes on you, everyone talking to you, everyone trying to be around you. Hellish experience, and it was only 1pm. 

There was a knock at the door. “Baby?” It was Lewis’s voice, and everything felt ok again for a split second, then he started to try and open the door. You flung yourself against it with a thud and he chuckled. “Are we really believing in the superstitions?”

“Yes!” you stressed. “Why are you here?” “Because someone told me my soon-to-be wife is freaking out a little bit.”

You could hear the smile on his lips. “You’re not mad?”

“I’m freaking out too,” he whispered. "It's ok."

You let out a breath of relief. “Thank fuck,” you chuckled feeling the tension in your shoulders lessen. He poked his hand through the cracked door which you took and squeezed.

“Look baby, we’ve got this. Today is scary and nerve wracking, but it’s alright. I’ll be beside you all day, ok?”

You nodded. “Ok.” 

Maybe you could do this. Lewis would be there, standing at the end of that aisle with his regular goofy smile and big heart. Lewis would be standing beside you all day. Lewis loved you. 

“Ok,” you breathed out again. 

“I’ll see you on the altar then?” he smiled. 

“I’ll be the one wearing white,” you smiled. 

All that anxiety was replaced by excitement. 

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George Russell: quiet morning after the wedding 

You laid in bed beside him, utterly spent from the day. It started at 9am and went until about 3am, then those 2 extra hours of ‘newly-wedded activities’  made you sleep in until about 12pm. You woke up with George’s arms around you, the sunlight coming in from the gorgeous day outside. The sun was shining in Greece, and you were extremely excited to have George to yourself for 3 whole weeks of good food, good wine, good sex, and him being your husband. 

“Morning,” he groaned, burying his head further into his pillow. “I think Benjy got alcohol poisoning last night.”

“Morning sunshine,” you teased. “Also, I don’t think your brother drank that much last night, but I’ll shoot him a text anyway.”

“We should probably get up,” he huffed, you chuckled. 

“We could,” you nodded, climbing on top of him and pulling his head away from the pillow. “Or, we could just stay here all day and only resurface for water and food?”

He smirked. “Insatiable much?”

“Sorry, I just have a really sexy husband,” you smirked, flashing your ring. He groaned and pulled you in for yet another kiss.

You didn’t leave the bed for a good while. 

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Alex Albon: nothing goes right

You had planned the most beautiful wedding, you’d spent months refining everything, making sure it would be perfect, mostly because you knew it had to be, or else you’d be judged. Your parents would judge you, your family would judge you, the world would judge you. 

But no matter how much you tried, you couldn’t control the weather. You had planned the perfect beach wedding, flew everyone out, spent the last 3 days making sure everyone was comfortable, and when you woke up, you woke up to pissing rain and your caterers cancelling. Being the over-thinker you are, you already had another catering place on speed dial, and you sorted out any other problem that came your way. You moved the weeking to an indoor venue, you dealt with all of your guests' complaints, you listened to the moanings and bitchings of your judgemental mother, all while getting ready for your special day. 

It pissed rain as Alex stood at the end of the aisle, soaking wet in the humid Thai rain, but smiling all the same. That’s when you realised that was all that mattered. You and Alex. 

"You look beautiful," he whispered when you finally reached the end of the aisle.

You smiled. "Beautiful drenched?"

"Beautiful always."

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Daniel Riccardo: his vows  You stood at the top of the altar, the months and months of planning came down to this moment. Daniel, his bright smile, standing there in front of you. Shit, he was beautiful. 

You’d already said your vows, he smiled his way through them while you cried, and now it was his turn. 

He looked down at the little book in his hands and took a long shaky breath. “I love you,” he smiled. “More than anything in this entire world, I love you. I love how deeply and truly you care about things, I love your humour, I love your smile, I love your ability to somehow rail me in,” the crowd laughed at that as you wiped tears from your eyes. “I love the way you always wave at kids passing by, I love the way you support and encourage the people around you, I love the way your nose crinkles when you laugh,” he looked up to see you laughing, and somehow, his grin got wider. “Like you’re doing now. I love coming home to you, I love waking up with you beside me, I love my life, because you’re in it. You’ve stayed with me through some of my darkest times, and loved me the same as you do through my brightest. From our first date to our dying day, I’ve loved you, and I’ll continue to love you. I never thought I’d believe in Divine intervention, but something tells me that you were meant to find me in this lifetime, and all the ones before it, and after. You make me better, you challenge me in the best ways, you make me laugh and cry, you make me calm and comfortable. You make me fucking happy. I never knew I’d find someone as incredible and wonderful as you, but trust me when I say I’ll never let you go. You’re my person, baby, and you’re all I need.” 

Did he have to be so perfect? 

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Charles LeClerc: the engagement  Charles sat in the restaurant, his mind far away from you in front of him. He had to somehow make you want to go down to the beach, somehow make you -

“Charles I know you’re breaking up with me tonight so just get it over with, alright?” You sighed. It had been months of him being distant and awkward. Months of him being absent even when he was right in front of you, months of him being secretive and guarded. You were done.

It sucked because you loved him, but he didn’t love you anymore, at least, that’s what you thought. 

He looked at you horrified. He snapped out of his shock and stared at you. “What?”

“Please just get it over with Charles, I get it you don’t-“

“No! No! You don’t get ‘it’, please just hear me out?” He was clearly causing a scene, but he didn’t seem to care. If it was between not losing you and not making a scene, he was choosing to make a scene every single time. 

“Charles!” You scolded. “Keep your voice down!” 

He nodded. “Just… wait until after dinner, alright? Please?” 

You scoffed. “You seriously care that little about my time? Charles, stop stringing me along! It’s been a year and a half of wasted time now.”

“Wasted?” He questioned. 

“You don’t love me anymore, it’s fine! I get it. Just… let me leave with a piece of my dignity still intact, alright?”

“Please my love, just wait until after dinner,” he asked, checking his watch. 

“Fuck you Charles,” you sighed, getting up to leave.

It was now or never. 

“Marry me!” He exclaimed as the restaurant went quiet. You turned back to face him with a shocked expression. He was down on one knee with the most beautiful ring in a little red box in his hands. 

“Charles…?”

“Please let me speak. I know I have been distant lately, but I just knew I would end up spoiling the surprise. You know how bad I am at lying, especially to you. I’m sorry, my love, please don’t walk out on us like this. I love you. More than anything, I love you. I want to be with you forever.”

You nodded silently, tears flowing as you stood there, shocked. You thought this was a break-up dinner, but really, it was the start of the rest of your lives. 

Did you just do a reverse Elle Woods? 

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Max Verstappen: family drama at the wedding 

Of course, knowing Jos, you knew there would be drama at the wedding. It was inevitable. Your father hated Jos and your family hated him too. They couldn’t understand why Max’s father could be such a monster to such a sweet man. To be honest, you didn’t understand either. Max was the most caring and gentle man you’d ever known, and you honestly didn’t understand how he’d become the man he was with the absolute asshole of a father he had. 

“I’m sorry,” Max whispered in your ear as you both changed for the ceremony. Jos had started a fight with your dad about walking you down the aisle that  had set the whole ceremony back by about 40 minutes. Max was so embarrassed. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

You just smiled, ever the understanding saint, in his eyes. “Max, do you think I give a shit about how we get married?”

He nodded. 

“I don’t. It could’ve been in a factory, a pig stye, a fucking metal concert, I don’t care. Tonight, when we go to bed and wake up tomorrow, we will wake up as husband and wife. That’s what I care about. I care that I’m your wife, and you’re my husband. I care about you.” He teared up. “You’re sure?”

“About you?” You asked and he nodded. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Max would always have you, you'd always have him. That was the important thing.

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Disclaimer: Don't like? don't read, don't engage. More in an edited section at the bottom of the post.

Tell me why my roommate is kinda aphobic and started crying when I call them out on it ONCE

So we had a stupid argument (so dumb. But also not cause it's based in him being aphobic) over him shipping Jayvik in arcane.

My issues with this (I have not seen arcane nor will I watched it cause one of the characters has my dead name and it makes me uncomfy to hear it seen and spelled the same way, this is just what I have learned through ppl who have seen it)

Viktor is asexual canonically. Like from the creators mouth, he has been ace and possibly aro since the beginning. Everyone that I see that ships them draws Jayce and Viktor fucking. Leave him alone, he's an ace guy, I have like 3 and u gays have 5 million twinks to draw getting railed

Jayvik shippers often draw art in ways that comes across as ableist, pedophilic and infantalizing of Viktor. It's always big huge Jayce carrying around a teeny tiny Viktor and it bothers me. (Lots of ships do this, it's always weird and gross. I'm not pretending I've never enjoyed that art, cause it's sometimes really well drawn, but it's still a little creepy and ableist) ((Edit: not calling Jayvik pedophilic in canon, I'm saying the way that I've seen shippers treat them as 'Big strong man and tiny fragile uwu boy' comes across as pedophilic to me))

This is the big one: Jayce is Viktors allegorical rapist. The scene where Viktor does, Jayce throws him into a void and forever changes Viktors body and life without his consent because Jayce thought it would fix him. Very powerful as a disabled plot line of able bodied people doing things to a disabled body in order to 'fix' them, but gets even more powerful with Viktor being ace. An allo character does something to an ace characters body without their consent, forever changing their life, because they thought it would 'fix' them is an allegory for corrective rape. It's corrective rape. Don't ship Viktor with his allegorical rapist.

So those are my issues. I've talked to a few ppl about it, my roommate included. They know my opinion on it, just not the details cause he has a habit of crying his eyes out whenever he's criticized and I don't have the energy to deal with a grown man bawling his eyes out all the time.

The only thing I've ever said to him was an argument we got in where he said that making Viktor ace was infantalizing disabled bodies and I got pissed at him and he cried

Today, my roommate decided to show me and 2 friends of ours fanart of Jayvik, with the weird size dynamic and Jayce carrying Viktor around and I said 'how is that not infantalizing but him being ace is?'

My roommate agreed, and then I started talking about how that, and the allegorical rape, made it awful to ship Jayce and Viktor and I said 'leave the aces alone, we don't ask a lot'.

Tell me why he shut down and then began crying, so I left the room cause I'm not apologizing for telling him to keep his aphobia in check, and when I came back he left and hasn't said a word since.

Tell me why I have to shut up when he says it's funny to see attractive characters as sexless cause its an inherently humiliating quality, that making someone disabled asexual is infantalizing and gross, that the few ace characters there are are definitely fucking each other cause they're human, when he says aphobic things 10 times a day, but he gets to cry when I call him out on that?

Plus now I feel guilty cause my friends keep shooting me looks since I'm not apologizing, and when they started trying to placate him I was quiet other than to say 'not just about you, but like. Yeah' l

Why are allo people the way they are?

Edit: I've updated the tags to remove arcane and anti Jayvik, ppl were right that I shouldn't have added them to begin with. In my defense for anti Jayvik, I didn't know u needed hyphens in tags now for it to work properly, I'm not really active on tumblr these days. Secondly, Just so y'all know. I don't feel like arguing with allo people anymore cause I spend so much of my time catering to allo people. If you're upset, don't read. If u comment upset about me being pissed at allo people for an opinion that I'm objectively correct on, I will be blocking you immediately cause that's how the internet works. Don't like, don't engage. Leave me alone, this is a vent post cause I'm sick of allo people being stupid Third, not claiming that this is my roommate being aphobic. Of all the things he's done, this is one of the least aphobic, it's just still frustrating. This post is mostly because he can't take any criticism on anything without crying and it's irritating, especially when I call him out on questionable behaviour. Fourth, do NOT try to educate me, a fucking aroace person, on aroace terminology and realities. I am aware that not all ace ppl are aro and that not all aro ppl are ace and that ace ppl and aro ppl both can date and fuck. I know that shit. That's not what this is about. Fuck off. Fifthly, no I have not watched arcane, I say that so early on in the original part of this post. I will not watch arcane, this post isn't really about arcane. It's a vent post about my roommate not being able to handle me pointing out that their mindset and the way they view things is aphobic. This is not an attack of arcane, it's an attack of people refusing to listen to aroace ppl when we raise concerns. Such as a number of ppl in the comments did within an hour of me posting this. Lastly, I'm not saying you can't ship JayVik, do whatever you fucking want. I'm saying that I have issues with it as a ship, and I am irritated at my roommate for immediately crying and running off when I tried to raise my concerns and opinions on the relationship, the concerns I have coming from the place of an aroace person who is fed up with them being blatantly aphobic in other contexts and things that they say. Update TL;DR: Don't like? Don't read, don't engage. Not for you. If you try to argue with me, you will be blocked cause I don't have time for that shit. This is a vent post, not an attack on fucking anyone and the opinion of one random tumblr user has no affect on you or your favourite show. There are more important things to yell at ppl for.

[mybiasisexo]

Entangled - Part 10

Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader Chapter Warnings: Language Word Count: 3.5k Author Notes: hi 🙂 . okay so has it been almost a year since my last update??? perhaps.... Have I lost a chunk of readers cause they dont even go on this site anymore??? maybe. but aye, better late than never amirite? *looks around* anyways this is the last day in jejuuuu 😫. tbh i think the main reason for the delay is that im a lil bitch and i dont want this story to end lol. but we have to end it eventually *sigh*. anyways this is not the last chapter ok? and the next chap will be up way sooner than yall think, Enjoy the aftermath of the beach and lmk how we're feeling. In other words, did yall cry like i did while I wrote this??? lol maybe just me cause im a SAP 😭

Waking up the next morning is difficult. Your stomach feels funny, and your head throbs as you roll over with a groan, bumping into something in the process.

Your eyes spring open to see Seulgi’s angelic face buried into the comforter, and you exhale. She wakes under your scrutiny, blinking the sleep away as she smiles at you.

��Good morning, Starshine,” she greets with a yawn. “How are you feeling?”

You grunt.

“Yeah, I’m about the same.”

“What happened last night?” You ask, not remembering much after returning to your friends.

Seulgi sighs. Wrapping an arm around your waist, she cuddles your side, resting her head in the crook of your neck.

“You came back without him,” she replies softly. You’re mystified by how she knows exactly where your memory faded. “You ran right up to me and started bawling.”

You wince, embarrassed at breaking down in front of everyone.

“I was going to bring you back, but you insisted on staying. So, we all hung out for a couple more hours, and the boys made sure to feed you all the alcohol present.”

You rub your head. “I can feel that.”

She chuckles. “Baekhyun did end up leaving early to track down Chanyeol, but I’m not sure how that ended up.”

It’s quiet for a moment as you absorb the knowledge of the night.

Until Seulgi finally gives in to ask, “what happened, girl?”

“I didn’t tell you?”

“You tried.” She shrugged. “But, you were crying so hard I couldn’t really understand anything.”

You curl more into her. “I fucked up.”

“How?”

“I got so caught up in Chanyeol and the wedding, that I forgot how badly he hurt me… But then I remembered.”

She remains silent, but you can sense the curiosity radiating off of her. It dawns on you that Seulgi doesn’t have any real clue to the turmoil you endured at the hands of the man you love.

“And now we’re kind of in a stalemate.”

She hums thoughtfully. “So, you’re not going to give him a second chance?”

“I don’t know if that’s possible anymore,” you reveal. “I haven’t forgiven him for what he did, and because of that, I’ve been leading him on to the point I don’t even know if he wants to get back together.”

“Oh, Honey.” She drags you tighter into her embrace. “I’m so sorry.”

You wrap your arms around her, holding her as though she’s your lifeline and fight the urge to cry. The severity of the night before settles in, and you swear you can feel the cracks forming in your heart. All you can think about is the fact you really ended things with Chanyeol on a boardwalk. The image of his defeated face haunts your mind.

Inquisitive knocking at your room door draws your attention, and Seulgi is the one to reluctantly detach from you to go answer it. While she’s gone, the tears you’d been holding back sneak out of your ducts. You quickly wipe them away before her return. 

She’s reentering the room not long after she left with Sehun in tow.

He takes on look at you and pouts sympathetically. “Aigoo, you poor thing.”

“Shut up,” you whine, hearing the tears in your throat. Your best friends topple over you, holding you from different sides. 

Sehun kisses your cheek. “I was checking to see if you guys were up. Van gets here in an hour.”

You sigh. You don’t know if you have it in you to leave these four walls, but it’s your last day on the island. The last day you’ll be able to spend time with your friends like this for a while, and you don’t want to miss it.

“How’s my baby doing?” Sehun asks, brushing away some tears that fell without your knowledge. 

“My head and heart hurt.”

“You don’t have to come today. Everyone will understand.” 

“No,” you adamantly refuse. “It’s our last day. I’m spending it with you all.”

He grins and kisses your cheek again. “Good. I don’t want you cooped up in here hating yourself all day.”

“Yeah,” Seulgi adds. “And we’d probably all be too worried about you to enjoy the festivities.”

“We’ll start getting ready,” you tell Sehun, patting his arm.

“Bet. One hour.”

An hour later, you find yourself standing outside the hotel with the others, waiting for Baekhyun and Chanyeol.

“It’s not going to wait for us,” Sehun mutters, checking his phone.

You rest your head on Seulgi’s shoulder, still nursing a hangover.

“We’re here! Sorry for the delay!” You make out Baekhyun’s voice. Cracking open an eye, you see the two last members of your party run over.

“Perfect timing!” Sehun says with a clap of his hands. “Let’s go!”

You can’t stop yourself from checking on Chanyeol. Sleep still clings to his features, the faintest of shadows under his eyes, and his hair appears flatter. A bout of guilt hits you, knowing you’re the reason for his visible exhaustion. 

Suddenly, he’s returning your stare. He either felt it, or is just as pulled to you as ever. Either way, he’s looking back at you, gaze shifting between your eyes before he bows his head in greeting. It’s hesitant, almost shy. You can’t take him playing nice after the fight you had last night, so you return his bow stiffly and rush towards the van. You crawl into the back seats, squishing between Sehun and Seulgi. Once the car takes off, you’re the one to ask Sehun what’s on the agenda for the day.

“Today is all about healing,” he explains. “We’ll be going to an aquarium and then something a bit more exciting before having dinner.”

“More exciting, you say?” Baekhyun says. “Like the sex museum?”

You all protest in disgust.

“We will not be making a stop there,” Sehun assures, quieting your complaints.

“You’re all no fun,” Baekhyun sulks. Jongdae rubs his back sympathetically.

You are going to the other side of the island, so you settle in for a long drive. You enjoy the beautiful scenery of the shore before dozing off for most of the ride.

You’re not sure how long you’re out for, but when you’re shaken awake, you’re at the destination.

Climbing out of the van, you take in your surroundings. There’s a volcano in the distance, with a sparkling blue sea in the background.

“When are we going to eat?” Jongin asks rather impatiently. Your stomach growls in agreement.

“RIght now,” Sehun says, leading you all to a cute cafe.

Your party has to split between two tables since there isn’t one big enough for the group. You end up sitting with Seulgi, Sehun, and Jongin. It’s not intentional, at least you don’t think it is, but you’re hyper aware that Chanyeol and you are sitting at separate tables.

Food is ordered, and conversation flows naturally as you all eat, eager to get to the main event. Once everyone is full, you make your way over to the aquarium. Aquaplanet is one of the largest aquariums this side of the world, and you’re going to be spending the bulk of the day there. You adore aquariums and think sea animals are pretty neat, so you’re pumped. You latch onto Sehun’s arm as you enter.

“This was a good idea,” you tell him as you’re greeted by tanks and dim lighting.

“I thought you might enjoy it. Let’s see some sharks!”

“Oh, hell yeah!”

In the beginning, the group sticks together. Everyone points out cool looking fish and exotic plants, daring one another to stick their hands in open tanks. But, slowly you all break off into groups and begin to separate. It’s not long before you find yourself alone, wandering the halls aimlessly as you observe the undersea wildlife in wonder. You don’t mind the solitude. If anything, it’s relieving, a small break from pretenses. You’re at peace, finding the aquatic life calming the turbulent thoughts raging within your mind. 

You enter an alcove of sorts and find Baekhyun there. His face is practically pressed to the glass as he blows kisses to a beluga whale that appears to have taken an interest in him. You swear you see the whale kiss him back and gasp. He hears you and jumps, jerking away from the glass in embarrassment. 

“Don’t let me interrupt,” you say with a sly grin. It falls when you spot Chanyeol on the opposite side of the small room. You forget all about Baekhyun and his whale partner as you focus solely on Chanyeol. Like clockwork, your body reacts to his presence. You swallow back the want flooding your mouth, especially when you recall the harshness of his tone from the night before. The flashbacks of his pain, his anger, his doubt keeps your feet planted where you stand. You want to hit him for all the sorrow you’ve felt because of him. You want to kiss all of your shared pain away. You want to scream all of your frustrations in his face. You want to hold and forgive him. You want to make love to him. You want to never see him again.

You catch the way his shoulders stiffen at the sound of your voice, and it’s the slap you need to remember yourself. He doesn’t want to speak to you, and you don’t blame him at all. It hurts all the same. The slight rejection is a much needed reality check, and you find the strength to move on–entering a hallway that’s dark and filled with jellyfish.

Now, being alone isn’t as peaceful as it was a moment ago. Your eyes burn as you stare unseeingly at the creatures floating around aimlessly, jealous of their complete lack of emotions. RIght now being a jellyfish doesn’t seem so bad. You’d take it over the agony of seeing your ex, the man you’re starting to think you’ll never be able to get over, even after what he did to you. It’s conflicting with a part of you that takes responsibility for Chanyeol’s betrayal. You’ve demolished his heart and yet he still claimed to want you. If he can forgive you for all your past transgressions, then you should find it in yourself to forgive him for the only one he’s ever committed against you. Bringing Yerim may have been painful, but you don’t hold it against him. You understand what he was doing.

“What are you doing here alone?” A gentle voice asks.

For the umpteenth time today, you surreptitiously wipe at your eyes before turning your head to Jongin. You give him a watery grin and he takes a step towards you, always the comforter. He hesitates though, glancing behind him where you know Chanyeol stands.

You cough a laugh and he giggles conspiringly before sauntering over to you, pulling you into his healing arms.

“It’s okay,” he whispers. “He apologized.”

“That’s good,” you say. “Last thing I want is for any of you to get caught in our mess.”

“We kind of already have been,” he points out.

“And that’s not right. I’m sorry for putting you in this situation.”

He hushes you. “Don’t be. You’re not in charge of his actions. I understand why he did it. It’s in the past now.”

You lean more into him and sigh. “You should sell your hugs. I’m starting to think they can cure depression.”

He chuckles at that and rubs your back. You both watch the jellyfish pulsate around their tank.

“I want to be a jellyfish,” you voice.

“Why?” he hums.

“Because they have no brain.”

You feel him shake his head. “You’re so dramatic.”

More uplifted, you lead Jongin into the next room.

The rest of your friends are there. It’s a huge room with massive tanks filled with sharks. You spot Sehun and rush over to him.

“Sharks!” You cheer. Sharing your joy, Sehun breaks out into a weird dance where he slices the air with his arms. You waste no time replicating his silly choreography. 

You all spend a lengthy amount of time with the sharks before wandering the rest of the aquarium, reaching the end a few hours later.

You squint against the brightness of the sun when you exit. After buying souvenirs and snacks, you all file back into the van and head to your next destination that’s about forty minutes away.

You’re dropped off in what seems like the middle of nowhere.

“Um….” Jongdae laughs awkwardly. “Are you going to kill us?”

Sehun rolls his eyes. “Follow me.”

There’s a path that he takes you down and you spot a sign that reveals your next adventure.

“Ziplining?” Chanyeol asks, excitement bubbles into his voice at the idea.

Sehun smiles broadly. “We have to do something other than lounge around and get drunk.”

Nerves rack your frame as you get suit up. You aren’t the biggest fan of heights, although the excitement from everyone else rubs off on you. While waiting in the long line, you take pictures and tease each other over how ridiculous the helmets you’re required to wear look. 

When your group makes it up the long flight of stairs to the first line, you watch as Sehun, Chanyeol, Jongdae, and Seulgi head out before you. Once it’s your turn, you take a deep calming breath as the instructor attaches you to the line, going over the rules that you mindlessly nod along too. Unfortunately, it’s in one ear and out the other because you’re too focused on the ground forty feet below.

And you’re off. A scream rips out of your throat. You’re too preoccupied by the fear to really enjoy what’s going on. Tightly, you hold onto the belt connecting you to the line, the only thing keeping you from falling, and you have little faith in the thing. Towards the end though, you work the courage to peel your eyes open and take in your surroundings. It’s not really that bad. 

You hit the end and the instructor on this tower unzips you before motioning you to go up another flight of steps. There isn’t anybody else there, but when you make it to the top, you see Seulgi taking off. She locks eyes with you and waves as she soars, screaming all the while, but they’re filled with joy. You can’t help but smile affectionately, wishing you captured the moment for her.

Then it’s your turn yet again. This time around, you’re a lot less scared, so you're able to appreciate the scenery from such a high view. Catch the beauty of the early stages of the sun setting over a small lake beneath you. You thank Sehun for coming up with this, it’s nice.

Too quickly it’s over. Your cheeks are flushed from the cold wind and the adrenaline racing in your veins.

“That was awesome!” You say as a greeting to your friends huddled off to the side.

“It was too short.” Jongdae frowns. “We should go again!”

“One more time! One more time!” Him and Chanyeol start chanting. You shake your head, struggling to get out of the harness. Seulgi helps you.

“Adrenaline junkies,” Sehun mutters.

It’s another five minutes until everyone finishes the zipline and then you’re off to have dinner.

The first thing you notice is how expensive the place appears. It’s on the sea, and the setting sun against the water is stunning.

“We are not dressed for this place,” Seulgi points out as Sehun brings you all in. He says something to the host who vanishes for a moment before coming back with an older gentleman that greets Sehun fondly. Intrigued, you watch them chat and begin to think it’s the owner of the establishment. Must be those restaurant owning perks. Sehun turns to you all and lifts his eyebrows teasingly before gesturing for you to follow. 

He brings you to a private room in the back of the building, all the walls are made up of windows, giving you a lovely view of the water. It’s so close, it feels like you’re floating on top of it. The room is dimly lit and very intimate. You all get seated, and you end up between Sehun and Baekhyun.

“We won't be ordering,” Sehun says with a cocky grin. “We’ll be getting the best this place has to offer.”

The table ‘ohs’. Jongdae, who’s on Sehun’s other side, rubs up against him.

It takes a while for the food to arrive. As you all wait, you watch the sunset and drink expensive rice wine.

“I’d like to make a toast,” Jongdae says. Straightening his shoulders, he lifts up his glass and you all follow suit. “First, I want to congratulate Junmyeon on taking the plunge. It was a beautiful wedding, and it was an honor to be a part of it. Thanks to him, we were finally able to be together again. I can’t even remember the last time all of us were able to hang out like this.”

His smile takes on a sentimental tilt. “This trip has put into perspective just how quickly time passes, and how much things change. If I’ve learned anything the past couple days, it’s that I don’t ever want us to drift apart. No matter the distance,” at that he looks at Sehun. “No matter how hectic the schedule,” he turns to Jongin. “Let’s always make a point to come together.”

“We definitely need to do this more often,” Jongin agrees. “I love you guys and this trip has been so fun–”

“Minus the whole Yerim thing,” Seulgi chimes in. Both you and Baekhyun wince at the reminder of the stressful aspect of the past few days.

Jongin continues as if he hadn’t heard her. “I’m not ready to leave.”

“I don’t want to leave either,” Jongdae continues. “There’s not much I cherish more than our friendship. Let’s make this a tradition. It doesn’t have to be Jeju, but let’s start taking annual trips together.”

You all agree with the clinking of your glasses. “To more memories!”

You swallow the tangy wine and capture Chanyeol’s gaze over the rim. He sits directly across from you, and it’s the first time he truly acknowledges your presence. Jongdae’s words take on a different meaning under Chanyeol’s scrutiny. Time passes and people change. Both Chanyeol and yourself are different people than you were four/five years ago, but should that keep you both from being in each other’s lives? You aren’t sure anymore. But, you know that you miss him. This trip has shown just how important he is to you, and you don’t know if you can live without him in your life anymore. His steady gaze seems to agree, an unspoken message you think you can decipher.

The food comes out soon after. It’s mostly seafood and it’s so damn good your eyes roll to the back of your head at your first bite.

Dinner consists of reminiscing on your college days and informing each other on future plans you haven’t yet disclosed. It’s nice. A sweet and perfect way to end your last day in Jeju. This trip has been both the quickest and longest weekend of your life. So much happened in only a few days, and the drama has been all consuming. But, between the moments of stress, your friends have been there to make you laugh and provide comfort. They are your found family who you cherish more than anything. The only thing this last night is missing is Junmyeon. He’d probably be killing you all with terrible dad jokes that only you and Jongin ever truly find funny. If he’d been privy on the whole Chanyeol situation, he would’ve probably been able to push you in a direction that wouldn’t have led to you both rebreaking your hearts on a boardwalk. He’s the father figure in the group, and his absence has been greatly felt, despite him being the main attraction.

“I’d like to give another toast,” you interrupt the conversation to say, refilling your glass. “I want to take a moment to shout out Sehun. It was your idea to make this a reunion, and you’ve really gone out of your way to plan every little thing. So, thank you. You’ve worked hard, and we wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you.”

“Yes, our man with the connections,” Baekhyun says, gesturing to the meal you all are devouring.

Sehun dips his head shyly, waving your toast away with a hand. “As Jongdae said, I cherish your friendship more than anything. Thank you for staying a little longer to hang out with little ol’ me. I love you.”

“We love you too,” Seulgi says, reaching over to clink her glass with his.

He clears his throat. “Hurry and eat this food. I didn’t get the best of the best for it all to go to waste.”

You all jump back into your meal, basking in the love you all hold for each other. 

And thus concludes your last day in Jeju.

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[stinkypeanutbutter]

silly Aiden headcanons because I have no impulse

i probably already done these before in other headcanon posts I made but ermm I’ll do it again 😹

small TW for scars at the end 🗣🗣

AIDEN :

Aiden has the most unhinged playlist ever like oh my giggly goodness we got metal we got rock we got classic we got indie we got pop we got vocaloid Idfk whatever you can think of ( same 😹 )

totally had an immense phase of just everything . Creepy pasta , animation , FNAF , idk any other phases from 2016 help

Probably dated like once or twice , but they weren’t serious at ALL and mostly online . He just said yes because he wanted to be nice since he never really had friends ofc , so why hurt someone you barley know if it means getting a friend ? ( I’m gonna explode 😭 )

I’m not sure when this was actually invented , but he’d probably try and convince everyone to make battery acid candy drinks . ( they all say no 😔 )

Sorta sad headcanon they if no matter how hard to tries to solve a difficult puzzle , and he fails , he just starts silently bawling his eyes out . Cause you know he’s really good at them right ? He can solve them pretty quickly ? So if he’s like absolutely pressured by a bunch of people watching expecting him to win ( or like his friends cause yk they believe in him !!!! ) and he can’t solve the puzzle he’ll be like “ why can’t I solve this why is this hard why am I failing “ or something and then start crying ig ( Yeouchers angst 😿 )

Bro is the heaviest napper ever you can stack things on him for HOURS but the moment he actually sleeps most things can wake him ( if he’s not comfortable at least . He’ll sleep pretty well at sleepovers )

I can’t figure out an art style for him but I updated it so ignore that last drawing it’s grody anyway he sometimes draws people but prefers just random splotches of color . He has extremely stylized art but yk , it’s just ‘ weird ’ according to some people since it’s really . . graphic . Not in a BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD way but very mixed ( if you get what I mean )

Hugs everything when he sleeps you can’t tell me otherwise like you seen his old bed ?? He had NOTHIN so absolutely is he gonna cuddle everything near him

Hates competing . ( idk if he did it before but we’ll see ) like he doesn’t like doing puzzle competitions anymore that much , he just got bored of it and was really kinda forced to do it when he was younger . BUT if it’s in a game against his friends , he’ll probably do it just to help them out cause they always get stuck if Logan can’t figure it out either .

Does that thing with music where If it absolutely hits he just starts spazzing out and dances to it

that one thing where he walks around in a circle talking to himself if he’s really deep in thought ( he could go on for hours so someone has to pull him out to drink water at least )

TONS of posters in his room

Him and Taylor binge shows together , often ask the others to join when they aren’t busy . They totally watch anime ( Tyler calls it childish then gets really invested in uhhhh let’s say full metal alchemist and sport animes like haikyuu or something I can’t think of any he’d like . But I’m gonna make them all watch Ghost stories because it’s funny )

Aidlyn cuddling is mostly done at Aidens house cause his parents rarely go up to check on him ( 😅💥 ) and also he had a ton of blankets for Ashlyn to wrap herself in . He got her a heavy weighted blanket for her birthday one time so when that’s not around she just uses Aiden as a blanket if she’s feeling affectionate ( he’s warm in the winter time and pretty light believe it or not )

Has a medium spice tolerance , eats more then what he can handle like a stinky loser

doesn’t like anyone pointing out his growing hair roots so just don’t talk about it much 😅😅

steals chopsticks from restaurants cause who needs to buy any ??? They’re free if you don’t get caught / hj

sometimes just locks himself up in his room and lays in his bed thinking about life

LOVES drawing his friends ( especially Ash ) in his free time because he rarely draws in front of people , and will make an airplane out of it to throw it over to them . But he has that mentality where “ Everyrhing I make kinda sucks “ so expect to find doodles in the trash or hidden in his room

IPad kid , can’t tel me otherwise .

Loves hover boarding but he kinda sucks at it so he just 🧍🕺☠️ ( falls )

Will ram into everyone in bumper cars , almost sent someone flying ( Lilly , he bought her candy as a sorry )

rarely catches cavities because he actually has really strong teeth and willingly bites down on hard candies ( I do the same thing because I’m impatient 😹 )

Does all his school work at home cause school has too many distractions ( real )

Buys like body foundation to smear onto his legs and arms . He doesn’t want anyone to point out them out , and if they do he just tells them their from skateboarding . It can come off after a few days if he doesn’t reapply , but it’s fine since he does it again in between and would have to reapply anyway . Idk how it works 😿

Anyway who shall I do next ????? Put your answers in the comment section below subscribe like and support my Patreon see you in the next video 😹😹😹☝️☝️💥💥

[kissorkill16]

Dreams: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Bubba visits Nicky in a dream.

Nicky filled up a glass of water, and put one of his prescription pills in. He drank the pill and water, and suddenly felt sleepy.

"Huh. Mr. Murtaugh wasn't lying. These things really make you instantly feel sleepy.", he thought. He walked to his bed, and draped the blankets over his tired body.

Soon enough, everything went dark.

He found himself surrounded by a white void. He looked around to see if anyone else was here, but he didn't see anyone.

"Hello?", Nicky called out. "Is anyone there?"

He kept looking around, not really believing that he was the only one here. His eyes stopped at a sitting figure, they seemed to have grey hair and a maroon dress.

"Excuse me.", he called out to the figure. "Do you know where I am?"

The sitting figure turned their head around to look at him, and Nicky couldn't believe who it was.

Bubba Fein.

She blankly looked at him, and then she smiled. "Hello, little wolf.", she said. "It's been a long while, hasn't it?"

"BUBBA!"

Nicky ran to his grandmother, wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace. The old lady stilled for a moment, but then she hugged back.

Out of nowhere, Nicky started crying. Not just crying, but full on bawling. He buried his face into Bubba's shoulder, and Bubba didn't even seem to mind that he was getting her shoulder wet.

"I'm so sorry, Bubba!", he said. "I didn't mean it when I said I hated you, I was just so angry when you called me cursed. But I promise, Bubba, I didn't cause Lucy's death."

Bubba rubbed Nicky's back, "I know you didn't, my love. It's mostly my fault for your outburst. I always made you isolate yourself from everyone, and I backed it up with the bullshit excuse of saying I was just trying to protect you.", she said. "But I really do love you, little wolf."

"I love you too, Bubba. I love you so much."

Bubba took her grandson's hand in her own, "But apart from that, I see you've been making some outstanding progress."

Nicky tilted her head up to look at her, "What do you mean?"

"You've been making so many friends in your little club, and you've made peace with the ones that have made your life hell. It must feel really good, doesn't it?"

Nicky nodded.

"And I'm glad your parents are actually trying to be parents."

"Heh, yeah.", said Nicky. He curled in on himself and buried his face in his knees. "I don't like yelling at people."

Bubba looked at him.

"I love my parents, and I love you, and I love my friends. But when I yell at any of you guys, I always end up feeling bad that I hurt them. I don't want to hurt anyone."

Bubba sighed, "I know you don't, little wolf. No one does. But sometimes, things you've been holding in for a while, and whenever you want to get your point across for someone to listen, you just have to yell out loud.", she looked down at her lap. "I was angry when I heard you've been hanging out with that little Peterson boy, because I thought he was an omen, all because of that murder of crows. I was afraid I was going to lose you, and I just..."

Nicky laid his head on Bubba's shoulder, "I know you just wanted to protect me, even if you did it in your own horrible way, and even if you had a poor way of showing it, you just wanted to keep me safe. I love you for that, Bubba. I've always loved you for trying to protect me."

Bubba smiled.

She planted a kiss on Nicky's head, "And I love you too, my dear. I'm happy with how much you grew.", she said. "The only thing I'm suspicious about is that therapist you've been seeing."

"Mr. Murtaugh?"

Bubba nodded. "I want you to be careful around that man, because you never know what's going on underneath that creepy smile."

Nicky smiled warmly at his grandmother, and gave her another hug.

Nicky woke up, and it took him a while to figure out where he was.

He stood up, recognizing his dark teal wallpaper and disturbing colored pencil drawing on the wall, and his Inventor's Club group photo.

He took a deep breath, and let it out. One thing he didn't even know he was doing was smiling.

"Wow, Mr. Murtaugh was telling the truth. I am smiling.", he thought. "Those things really do wonders, don't they?"

"Narf, breakfast is ready!"

Nicky opened his door and slowly walked out when he heard his mother call out his nickname. He still felt unfamiliar with his surroundings, but he was sure it would all blow away sooner or later.

He felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and that made his morning even better.

[rhythmicjester]

our cinderella spoilers a bit? for orlam route specifically

more thought on our cinderella i think. i think the thing that made me go squeee sob bawl the most was just seeing orlam like. confident n out there n taking up space i guess. outside of wonderland and ofw that is. just, his regular self, his regular life, just happy like that. i dunno if im articulating well... but it made me very very happy hehe. i got the dialogue where hes hungover n gonna head off to a meeting i think, n he sends iggy a pic of himself all sleepy in his bed or whatever, that made me the happiest n i started rambling about all this to my friend who was watching me play. luv orlam hes a bit of a shitass but har har har picks him up wiggles him around puts him in a sock and chews on it. yknow? smiles

its way too late to draw anything now, and i have stuff (ugh) to do tomorrow, but hehe. ill probably redraw that pic at some point, or just draw ocin orlam in general. smiles

[fe-fictions]

Good day/night! :]

Might you have some spare Henry crumbs laying around? I've been on a crowman high lately and you write him so well! <3

(Here's some Henry taking care of a sick wife and baby!!!)

The family had taken a brief, albeit very fun and relaxing, trip in Plegia. Morgan being only eight months old certainly made things interesting. Having the whole family there to enjoy the beauty of Plegia outside war time was fun.

Plus, you were both Plegians, so it was nice to learn about your roots.

It was a magical time. Or at least, it would have been. You woke up the morning after you came home and found yourself unable to get out of bed.

You had a fever, your head was pounding, and you were a snotty mess of misery. Henry was amused until he heard baby Morgan bawling down the hall. You both caught, according to your husband, the Plegian swine flu.

No one was immune from it, not even sweet, innocent little blood bags like Morgan (Henry’s words, not yours).

So Henry quickly went from teasing you and being fascinated by how miserable you were to going into full-blown panic.

Like any disease, a baby catching it had a higher risk of complications. Most recover, Henry explained while frantically scribbling an urgent letter for Maribelle to tie to one of his crows, but itty bitty babies could suffer serious health problems.

Henry got to work on preparing you a bucket of cold water, a second bucket for the kerchiefs you would be blowing your nose into all day, and a third bucket in case you couldn’t keep your food down.

You didn’t.

“Gods, Henry- did you have to send that filthy animal to me? I’m literally down the block! It would take you fifteen minutes to-”

“Fifteen minutes is a waste of time! Morgan and Robin could be dead by then! And if it’s either of them, it’s no joke, nya ha!”

“Then why are you laughing?”

“It’s nervous laughter!” He chuckled again, though judging by how pale his face was, it seemed to be true. 

Maribelle simply scoffed and hurried to the bedroom, ready to treat her friend.

“Robin, darling! Oh, you look positively ghastly!” She gasped, drawing the mask over her mouth and nose. She pulled on her medical gloves, a stave at her side and a big pouch of herbs on her belt. “The Plegian swine flu is no joke...it’s very rarely found in Ylisse, but when it travels with you…”

“I-it’s a disaster.” You wheezed, not before you were overcome by coughing. “Anything y-you can do will be a welcome remedy.”

“Luckily for you, there’s nothing here that herbs and plenty of rest won’t fix. Now Morgan might be a little trickier, given his age...but we can at least get started with you.”

Maribelle was quick to send  Henry off to grind up the herbs, preparing some disgusting concoction guaranteed to get your body back to normal.

Presuming Henry could put it together.

“Now, when did you start to feel ill?”

“W-well, if I’m honest… It started around-”

Crash

“Ah, gods- I broke the cup!!”

“-The time we got home, last night. It was late-”

Smash

“The pestle’s shattered!!”

“-And I just thought I was tired, but...my head feels about the same as-”

Bang

“The herbs are everywhere!!”

“HENRY!!” Maribelle shouted out the door, “What in the gods’ names are you doing?!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make a mess!” Henry apologized, his voice shaky and unsure. “I-I just meant to help a bit, but it looks like I’m making things worse, nya ha!”

“Why don’t you come and sit,” Maribelle pinched  her brow, “Just settle down until you stop breaking things.” 

You watched as Henry wandered back into the bedroom, looking surprisingly pale and nervous. You had never quite seen him in such a way, before.

After all, it was always good times and weird vibes with your husband. Since when did he become the anxious type?

“I’ll be right back, Robin. I’ll get your medicine.”

“Give some to Morgan, first.” You asked, “I can wait.”

Maribelle nodded to you before taking off, leaving you alone with your husband who was bouncing his leg and fidgeting with his hands with a nervousness that you’d never seen before.

For a few moments, it was quiet, listening to the rhythmic, rapid tapping of his heel against the stone. Eventually, though, you would have to snap him out of it.

“Henry, a-are you all right?” You questioned as gently as you could. Henry started to nod, giving you a cracked, faux grin. Then he paused, his smile fell, and he shook his head.

“Well, if I’m honest? No. Not at all. I feel like I’m dying inside.” He admitted. “I mean, you’re sick, and so is Morgan! My two favorite living people! And there’s not a thing I can do about it- I mean, he’s just a baby, and we’ve only been back together for a year- I dunno. It scares me, y’know? Which is impressive! When’s the last time I’ve been genuinely scared, right! Nya ha ha!”

“There’s nothing to be scared of, Henry.” You tried to assure him. But he shook his head, folding his arms tightly.

“You don’t know that! All it takes is one thing to go wrong and it could be bye-bye wifey, or even bye-bye baby, and I...oh, I couldn’t handle that. Nope, not one bit.” 

It was certainly a reasonable concern. 

“Henry, sweetheart...come here.” You held your hand out to him, insisting he sit with you. You weren’t sure if it was the exhaustion or the pain that numbed your sense of worry, but you were far calmer than he was.

He took your hand, revealing trembling fingers. You squeezed it tightly, trying your best to comfort him despite your situation.

“Maribelle will take care of us. We’ll be okay, I’m sure.”

“But you can’t be sure!” He sighed shakily, “Anything can happen when it comes to Plegian flu. It can either be nothing at all, or really bad! And you never know until it happens. If something bad did happen to you or Morgan, I just...I don’t know what to do! You already told me I’m not allowed to re-animate either of you if you croak, so...I’m out of options!”

“I’m standing firm on that, just so you know.” You informed him with a soft smile, “But, Henry...there’s no value in worrying for worrying’s sake. W-we really shouldn’t be concerned with the unknown until it comes.”

“That’s easy for you to say, you’re not the one having to take care of both of you! What if I mess up?! What if I make it worse!! I already broke Maribelle’s mortar and pestle, there are herbs everywhere, a-and I just-”

“Henry,” You pressed a finger to his lips, “You’re overthinking.”

“B-but I just...I worry about you guys…”

“I know.” You beamed at him, stroking his cheek. “But please, try not to worry. We need to wait for Maribelle’s diagnosis, and we can go from there, okay? It’ll be easier if we take it a step at a time.”

“Gosh, Robin...how’re you able to stay so calm all the time?” He looked at you incredulously, “I’m about ready to pop out of my skin and just run around like a headless Risen!”

“Experience.” You laughed. 

Maribelle came in not long after, informing you both that the flu didn’t appear to be as bad as it could be. 

“Morgan should recover within the week, though we’ll need to make sure he receives two doses of medicine each day; one in the morning and one at night. Henry, you’ll have to make it for him each day- is that something you can handle? Or will I be making more visits this week?”

Henry shared a look with you, seeing your encouraging smile. He took a deep breath and nodded.

“I can handle it, I promise!”

“Good. Morgan’s going to be counting on you. Robin, you should need more rest than anything else, but I’m recommending you take one dose each evening; it will help you sleep better, and it’s strong enough that it should hold you the next day.”

“That’s fine by me.” You agreed; the less disgusting, bitter herbs you had to ingest, the better.

“Your recovery time will be a bit longer than Morgan’s, though, judging by how you’re doing… I’d say two weeks at minimum; a month-and-a-half at most. Now if you want, I can have Lissa or Libra come and help take care of you, so that Henry can focus on caring for Morgan. Or, we can simply send Morgan off with a wet nurse while you’re here.”

“N-no, I-!” Henry interrupted before you could reply, putting a hand to his chest. “I can handle it, Maribelle! After all, if I can’t take care of my family, what kind of man would I be? Just a sad bag of bones and sinew! Not good for anything but crow food.”

Maribelle glanced over at you, looking for some sort of response. You knew she was still wary of Henry, especially now that she was out a very lovely mortar and pestle. But you were confident in his abilities.

“He can take care of us.” You told her, “I trust him.”

“Well...if you insist.” She conceded, earning a whoop from your husband- and an apology for it shortly after when he realized you weren’t to be around loud noises with your headache. “I’ll be coming to check up on you twice a week until you’re all better- until then, Henry, we’re counting on you!”

“You got nothin’ to worry about, Maribelle! We just take it a day at a time, and it’ll be great, nya ha!”

“Robin, if anything changes, or you need help...please don’t hesitate to call me or the other healers immediately.”

“I will.”

“I do mean anything, dear.”

“...I will.”

“If Henry does one thing wrong-”

“Hey!”

“I got it, Maribelle.” You chuckled, waving her away. “Thanks for your concern. We’ll be sure to call for you if we need anything. But I’m positive Henry will take care of us just fine.”

“You can bet your organs on it!” He grinned, giggling happily with his wife’s support. Maribelle gave him a long, hard look, but eventually took her leave. 

Henry was quick to move Morgan’s crib into the bedroom, guaranteeing that he could keep track of both of you and ensure you were both recovering nicely at the same time.

While it was heartbreaking listening to Morgan’s discomfort and those tiny baby coughs, it helped to see him improve day after day.

You did end up recovering about a week after Morgan, all thanks to Henry. He made sure to give you only the best. Most of all you were just thankful that none of you could get the Plegian swine flu ever again.

Especially since he bought Maribelle a replacement mortar and pestle that came from a questionable source, covered in animal bones and bird skulls and...you really didn’t know what corner of Hell he summoned them from.

At least there wouldn’t be another opportunity for him to break anything else of Maribelle’s, seeing as you wouldn’t be getting sick again.

You would take extra steps to ensure that just so he wouldn’t frighten Maribelle with another horrifying “gift”.

[opalescent-apples]

Blorbo bingo: Charlie DMP Vincent Marshall Reid Super Mystery Dungeon partner

Spoilers for Mystery Dungeon and Discord Murder Party ahead:

Red is Charlie, Orange is Vinny, blue is Partner:

Charlie:

If you don't know Charlie or Vinny, please go watch Discord Murder Party. Charlie is so, so blorbo. She is my poor little meow meow. The little scrunkly. A sad and pathetic wet cat. A beautiful and dramatic pan villain. A walking disaster. An evil god. A ruthless strategist. A dumbass through and through.

She has the range.

I may have selected stop putting her in situations, but my fanfic Black Stars Road Trip is basically nothing but that. I love her and I love putting her in situations. I am an evil author. So yes, there's the projection. So, so much brainrot about her and her siblings.

Vincent:

Vincent Marshall Reid is a very typical action hero in a very atypical non-action plot. He is a WWI pilot and determined leader and he is so very in the wrong genre...or so it appears. His struggle with trauma, leadership, and psychological horror is brilliant. Even early in the show, where he's the straight man to numerous comics, he manages to make you stick with the plot. And he's still team dad in the end. He needs a fucking break, though. Someone get this man therapy.

He's amazing in that I...kinda want him to be proud of me? Like if I was one of the awakened I'd want to fist bump him and hear him tell me I did a good job finding the murderer.

That being said: the idea of writing him kind of terrifies me. I'm putting off writing him in my fanfiction. He's both a very normal protagonist and one I am out of my depth writing. And one I have to do justice to or the plot won't work. I guess wanting a character to be proud of you has its drawbacks.

Partner PMD:

My sweet little sibling. My little angel. You poor dear thing.

Whenever the protagonist has to leave the partner in pmd, it makes me feel like crying. Like the first time it happened to me, I bawled my eyes out at a video game for the first time. Psmd made me so desperate to get Bulbasaur back, and I kept dying at the Sand Dune of Spirits because I was playing Fennekin and everything there counters it.

I refused to evolve until I got my best friend back.

Sometimes friendly characters annoy you. That was how it started. It ended with me realizing how much I...adore friendship. This is someone who stuck with me. I want to write a pmd AU for everything and draw me and my friends as pmd characters. All because of this little guy.

[goddesswitchmother]

More thoughts for the ikevamp fanfiction! Enjoy or not, I don't care. I'm doing this for me, and if others happen to enjoy as well, then that's a bonus. Yeah, I'm saying this more for myself than anything as I'm a recovering people pleaser. Sometimes, I just need to remind myself to have fun be myself and not worry about what others think of me .

Desperation pt 3

I hate him. I fucking hate him. But perhaps I shouldn't have slapped his stupid face. My hand 😭. "Theodorus Van Gogh, I fucking hate you. I've known you all of four days and I already hate you. I've never, and I mean NEVER, hated someone before. You haven't once even tried to get to know me. You've done nothing but judge me, insult me, bully me, and have make all sorts of assumptions about my character and yet you don't know the first thing about me. I don't know how you call yourself an Art Dealer because you have proven countless times already you don't have what it takes. You're a piece of shit and I hope you prove me wrong because I really don't like hatred and I don't think it's merely because it's a foreign feeling." I rant angrily as he just gawks at me with that stupid look on his face.

"Also, you'd have to be simultaneously deaf, blind, and stupid to confuse you for Vincent. You are absolutely nothing alike whatsoever, and if I didn't already know better, I would never guess you were related. Vincent, I'm sorry you had to see me like this. I really valued your friendship, and I have no intention of dating you. However, I understand if you no longer want to be friends." I added this time in tears. Fuck I'm so embarrassed. So I did what I do best, and I ran. A part of me was aware that I had an audience. I vaguely noticed just about everyone had ended up in the gardens, probably drawn in by my outburst. The only ones not there were Isaac, Napoleon, Mozart, Leonardo, and Sebastian. I made it to my room uninterrupted and threw myself into bed to bawl my eyes out. I feel so pathetic.

Once I had managed to stop crying, I mindlessly sought out one of the few comforts I managed to bring with me. I set up my watercolor book on the desk with my watercolor paints, several brushes, and the untouched glass of water from the nightstand. As an afterthought, I grabbed my mixed media book, my colored pencils, and markers just in case.

I don't know how long I spent tearing pages out and throwing them on the floor. All of them bearing finished paintings or drawings that I just didn't like. Any works left on the desk were unfinished concepts that I couldn't put together. However, I was interrupted by a knock on the door. And then the door was opened. I didn't bother checking to see who it was. "You haven't even touched your dinner. I hope you aren't planning on skipping breakfast, too. We can't have that." I was shocked back into reality then. "What?! But I only just ate breakfast a few hours ago." I really started looking around then. Sebastian quickly approached me and tilted my head up to look at him. "Uh...." I was unsure what I wanted to say. Whatever it was could wait, though. The way Sebastian was intensely studying me with concern overwhelmingly obvious in his gaze. I never had anyone worry so much about me before that it rendered me speechless. I suddenly felt the urge to cry that I violently squashed it down, hoping he didn't notice. He cleared his throat and glanced around at the mess I created. "You just might be as bad as Leonardo at losing track of time. Just yesterday, I brought you lunch, but you were crying. I don't know if you remember, but you refused lunch. You promised you'd eat dinner if I brought it to you. However." He explained, gesturing to the platter of dinner sitting neglected on the tray near the bed. I blushed as I vaguely remembered something like that. "I'm sorry. Let me clean up this mess, and I'll eat breakfast out there so you can be certain I eat." I offer hastily getting up. "Oh, I'll pick these up, if you don't mind. Just go wash up and perhaps change your attire, and I'll have your place at the dining table set." He offered, already carefully stacking the papers from the floor neatly into his arms. Damn he works quickly and efficiently. I make a noise of agreement and grab a random outfit before rushing to my bathroom.

(images sourced from pinterest)

I had quickly washed my face and brushed my hair and teeth and applied deodorant. You know the usual. But the whole time I was disturbed by how pale I was as well as the shadows around my red rimmed eyes. When I finished dressing I went to grab my makeup to see Sebastian had the same idea. "Hope you don't mind, I just thought that you were looking a little pale and sleep deprived." I just smiled gratefully. "You're a life saver." I say as I rush off to do my makeup.

(Images sourced from pinterest)

(My eyes are actually amber, though, so imagine that.)

I managed to improve my mood and started feeling my self-confidence boost by the time I made it to the dining room. Sure enough, Sebastian was just setting down my plate stacked high with the French toast and sausage I requested. A glass of hopefully cranberry apple juice joining them. "Ooh, looks delicious, thank you, Sebby." I say happily. I see his back straighten up. "Sebby, huh? Do I get a nickname, luv? Also, you look absolutely ravishing. Are you -" "Yeah, yeah, Arty-boy, I'm not wearing sweats today, so I'm definitely trying to seduce you." I interrupt, voice heavily dripping with sarcasm. "So hard to believe a woman can dress up for her own happiness." I mutter, stabbing a sausage onto my fork. Out of my peripheral, I see theo opening his mouth like he's about to say something. "Now shut up. I'm hungry." I add not to anyone in specific.

[nioice]

It's on 8tracks and starts with If I Had A Heart by Fever Ray

If I Had A Heart - Fever Ray Jado's a krawl, he's empty of empathy, so has no heart. "This will never end, 'cause I want more." He's gluttonous for power, as shown in Beyond the Portals when he absorbs the other highkrawls' remains and begs Krux for more power and energy after his last defeat in that game. The song is a lot more somber than canon Jado is, while it fits my fanfic post-canon version of him where he survives the attack in Kaio and becomes a more jaded and menacing person.

Ice Cream Truck - Montana Of 300 Destruction, chaos, and violence. Krawl overrun civilizations that can't fight them with spectrobes or other effective weapons like it's nothing. Jado's part of that and enjoys it.

Haifisch - Rammstein Song about sharks. Jado pointy teeth. Also Rammstein Slaps and I used to listen to the song a lot as a teen. That's all. The lyrics don't really fit Jado at all. From what I understand and interpret it as the song's about tough people sticking together, being compared to sharks - you never see sharks cry because they live in water so the tears are invisible. I think if Jado were to cry he'd bawl like a mf in the open and the highkrawl don't stick together at all, so that's no fit...

Duality - Slipknot Bonkers going crazy song. Jado looks like a guy who could absolutely lose it to me. I think he's in a lot of pain being Krux's thumb, never living up to expectations and emotionally and physically abused.

Tube of Medusa Remix - FlashBaron Tube of Medusa imo is a hell level in the game Ecco Tides of Tide. The jellyfish gave child me anxiety and dread. It's marine animals + ocean/water setting game and level, so the connection there is that Jado is flash/water element.

Tangential Friend - PengoSolvent No real thought put into this aside me liking the song back when I made the playlist and thinking the vibe of the tune would fit in with Jado! But: "And I just know ; I nod because I can't stop you." Agreeing with Krux because own agency isn't tolerated? I can draw more connection throught that lol. The song is full of energy but sad, kind of anxious. The more orchestral parts of the song make me think about trying to rise to something higher, so Jado trying to show he's worth something, but never managing to do so. He's just a small non-threat, like the light chime-like notes being hit throughout the entire song.

Assassinations - Stateless Song has a creepy, lurking sound. Jado kills people, and the highkrawl around above considering to kill each other (not shown, but I assume so) and their leader (shown, if I remember right. I think Maja considered overthrowing Krux? I might misremember). "You can't stop whatever is 'round the corner" Jado very much has 'monster/shadow lurking right around the corner' vibes.

Lost It To Trying (Mouths Only Lying) - Son Lux He tried three times shown in canon to beat the main protag, prove himself, and talked a lot of empty smack in the process. This song's about the idea of him realizing this and wallowing in the shame and directionlessness of his failure.

I'm Not Done - Fever Ray About every time in canon he comes back after being assumed defeated/dead and my post-canon fanfic where he survives again and comes back stronger for real this time.

Thanks so much for asking! It was so nice to come back to this old playlist.

I have another playlist for him on my Youtube channel 23 pants. The fanfic I mentioned is called 邪道 | subject to change and on Archive Of Our Own / AO3, but still in its early stages of the plot.

[seb-reads31]

awww

well in that case, can we see the dad? from the bedtime story asmr! what does he like to do with his kid?

-mystery anon

🍁Dominik Johnson🍁

Tw's - tooth rotting fluff if that counts, crying

Genre - Fluff, pure fluff✨

Comments - ABSOLUTELY, I love that audio- He is one of my favorites doesn't top Bruce though but he comes close.

How Dominik spends time with his child:

🍁 This man is so wholesome-

🍁 Because he's a single father, it's a bit more difficult for him to raise you

🍁 Whether you were adopted, born, or your dad had a surrogate, he loves you no matter what

🍁 He loves telling you stories before bed

🍁 You and him go to the park on a regular

🍁 He'll play tag, hide and seek, marco polo, or anything you both find fun

🍁 He spoils you, and shows you how to be nice to others at the same time

🍁 When you were smaller, like an infant, if you ever made small little sounds, then he would pretend to have a conversation with you

🍁 He had the little baby carrier that straps the child to your body, so he would ask you random things, like "What do you think about this cereal? Ohh, really? I think it's pretty great. You think we should get it? Yeah?? Alrighty then! In the cart it goes!"

🍁 When it came to getting you to speak, I think he was just constantly spoke to you to encourage you

🍁 Your first word would make him shed a tear by that, I mean he just bawled for the next hour or 3

🍁 He gives me artist vibes, so he's decently known throughout your town

🍁 If you start painting, he will be so happy, and stick your first finger painting on the fridge or a bulletin board, and it will remain there until the end of time

🍁 He definitely spends time just drawing with you if you don't go to the park

🍁 He likes the rain too, so he makes sure to get you some rain boots for the both of you, and you both go play in the rain

🍁 He somewhat regrets it if you get sick, but if you tell him you still had fun, he won't feel as bad about it

🍁 After he told you that story he made up on the spot, he got random inspiration to draw the Golden Panther and the Silver Bird

🍁 You absolutely adore the story, and wish there was an actual book so you could read it (when you can actually read) whenever you wanted

🍁 If he has a writer friend, then he gets with them to see it they can work their magic and he can work his to make this book happen

🍁 When you start going to school, he cries the entire day, cause his baby is starting to grow up 😭😭

🍁 He's so happy when you come back though

🍁 If you get a 100% on a test, he gives you a special treat, and if you're having trouble with homework, he helps to the best of his ability

🍁 Best dad of the entire century goes to him 🏆🏆

Notes - He is best dad, I want, gib (⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ

Either way though, I again apologize mystery anon! ;-; I hope our favorite father figure was enough to satisfy you :') cause this was fun to write :>

[orangesyellow]

Hi there! sorry it's been a while since I checked in so this will be a longer note. I hope you had a great weekend and week so far! I know, I wish I had written down what my answers were for the form because I can't recall anything now. 😅 I didn't watch Judge from Hell but I heard great things about it so I added it to my long list of shows. Light Shop looks great and I've heard some good things about it so I think I will move it higher on my list for this year. I think an upcoming show I'm looking forward to is Melo Movie. It looks cute and I'm a sucker for second chance romance.

If you're looking to get into cdramas there's a few I'd recommend that are more recent that you may enjoy. Guardians of the Dafeng just ended but it was a really fun show with a good ensemble cast. Dylan Wang (Wang Hedi) who was in Love Between Fairy and Devil (another excellent fantasy wuxia I'd highly recommend) is the lead and plays a modern day guy who gets transported to this other fantasy/historical world and he uses his modern day knowledge at the start to help him solve cases to get more promotions and gain the trust of key people in Dafeng. It's so much funnier than I thought it would be but has a good balance of some more serious scenes and lots of mysteries to solve.

For modern cdramas I'm still getting into them, but one I think you may actually really enjoy is Meet Yourself. I think you mentioned in your form that Run On is one of your fav shows and while it's not similar in storyline, it gave me the same comfort feeling that show had and the entire cast is amazing. It's very female-centric and the friend group is so lovely and funny. I feel like with 40 eps you really get the time to sit with the characters and get to know them so much better. Even the supporting/side characters have their own story arcs and side plots so you feel like you're part of this village. There's definitely some really serious and sad moments where I was bawling but there are so many wholesome, cute, romantic, and funny moments that make you feel like you're watching real people's lives. The only downside with this show is that I feel like it's so good and nothing else will compare to it now. Forever wishing I could wipe my memory of it so I can watch it again for the first time.

hi, it's your secret valentine again~ I realized in my last ask I forgot to ask you somethings to get to know you better. what are some traits that draw you to a character? you can be general or if there's some specific characters you adore and want to talk about I'd love to hear about them! are there certain things that make you connect to a show/character?

Wait, saying that nothing else will ever compare to Meet Yourself is such a strong declaration for the show, I am so intrigued! I do love shows that can make me cry but also have a worthy pay off. I might definitely might start there when I dip into cdramas!! Thank you for all the recommendations! I think the hardest part in anything is starting, so I just have to get over that hill. I hope Melo Movie exceeds your expectations. I think we can all agree we the kdrama fandom needs a new obsession.

As for what draws me to characters... Idk why I was having such a hard time answering that question, but I just looked through my fave characters tag (which is definitely not exhaustive of characters I like/love), but I noticed that it's usually characters who have a strong sense of self..? And I feel like that presents itself in various way, whether it's in what they are passionate about (mi-joo) i just love it when they have their hobbies(!) or the way they live their lives or their outlook on life (Dal-mi, cheong-ah). Gosh, I honestly have no idea if that made sense, but I hope it helps in some way! ^.^

[wibble-wobbegong]

i have talked about it six hundred billion times but guess what. i’m gonna do it again! i’ve talked about it in timeline format, but i wanna dig deep into the 3 most pivotal points in mike’s relationship with will romance-wise

Point 1 - The Best Thing He’s Ever Done

this was the first time mike himself draws a line between everyone else in his life and will. sure, the line was there before, but he knows it’s there for the first time in this scene.

in S1, mike refers to lucas, dustin, and will as equals in his life; they’re all his best friends. in his mind, he thinks he’d be acting the same way if dustin or lucas had been the ones to go missing because “a friend is someone you’d do anything for.” there’s nothing different in his relationships with his other friends than will. there are moments that prove mike and will’s relationship is undoubtedly different from either of their relationships with lucas or dustin (“it was a seven”, their behavior at hopper’s interview, the hospital, mike being the main character while will is the main goal).

mike never acknowledges that difference. even as he starts to become aware of it in S2, it doesn’t really click for him. his obliviousness didn’t disappear, so he didn’t really register that only being able to open up to will, having those heart to hearts, and being more protective of will than he is of his other friends might mean that there’s a reason behind all that.

“the best thing i’ve ever done.” that’s mike drawing a line, separating will from everyone else. it’s not ‘being friends with you, lucas, and dustin has been the best thing i’ve ever done’. it’s ‘being friends with you is the best thing i’ve ever done’. will isn’t being put in the same category as his other friends anymore and he can see that. if will isn’t like his other friends who are his best friends, then what’s more than a best friend? and it hits him. it hits him as he’s telling this story to will.

the thing about the story he’s telling - the memory of meeting will - is that the things he’s saying aren’t really about the first day of kindergarten at all. they might’ve been true back then too, but what he’s talking about directly reflects their heart to heart on halloween.

“i was just so scared and so alone”

mike has been dealing with seeing el and not feeling like he could talk to anybody about how he was feeling. he was acting out while dealing with his grief and the guilt of surviving. he was seeing and hearing things, and that’s scary for anybody. it’s not like anyone else was close with el like he was, so they wouldn’t get it.

“you were alone too”

when they sit and talk, mike realizes he isn’t alone. will feels like he’s going crazy too.

“i asked if you wanted to be my friend”

well, if mike’s going crazy, then they could go crazy together, right?

“you said yes. you said yes”

“yeah, crazy together”

what mike’s monologue really addresses is more than just the moment itself. will has always made mike feel less scared, less alone in the world. nobody else is able to do that for him and that makes mike feel something that he doesn’t feel with anyone else. it’s something that makes him think that being friends with will is the best thing he’s ever done. something that makes will different than everybody else.

will is more than a friend. more than a best friend. he’s the best thing out of everything and everyone.

Point 2 - The Basement

when i talk about the moment mike realized he was in love with will, i’m counting lucas on the line as canonical to the main storyline.

it’s not really one decisive moment, but it happens over that period of time where mike isolated himself. if you don’t know what i’m talking about, here’s the excerpt from the book

please go read the book. there’s so much important information about lucas’ experience with racism and it’s super important for understanding his character in s4. also the lumax will make you bawl like a bitch

how does this show that mike has realized he’s in love with will? well, i’m sure everyone remembers the rain fight. there’s a line from mike that connects directly to this paragraph:

“what, did you think we would never get girlfriends? that we would sit in my basement and play games for the rest of our lives?”

understanding the context of why he said that is important to understanding how that month of isolating himself is when he came to really understand the depth of his feelings for will. that line isn’t an accusation, it’s a projection. he says that because it’s the very thing he’s been trying to run away from as it wouldn’t fit with this idea of normalcy he’s built in his head. he needs to grow up, outgrow those feelings for will because they’re childish, and since will is directly associated with DND it must be childish too.

he isn’t expecting will to say he wants that life. once again, mike realizes he isn’t alone because will gets it even if that isn’t ever directly addressed.

here, there’s regret. there’s also a bit of an ‘oh’ moment happening here.

jumping back to after the byers move, mike is refusing to leave his house. he spends all day sitting in his basement play games. alone. after will left, mike hides away and does the exact thing he always wanted; that will always wanted. except now he’s doing them alone.

will has never not been in mike’s life. at least, not for long. as far back as he can probably remember, will has been there. his basement is covered in will’s drawings, their dnd sets, will’s costume is probably still there too. his favorite places like the arcade and the movies are drenched in memories with will. now that will is really absent for the first time in mike’s life right after he had learned that will wanted to spend forever with him too he’s realizing just how much of his life and the things that made him happy involved will.

for will to be suddenly removed from mike’s life like that, it becomes incredibly obvious just how important will was in almost everything. from the things that made him happiest (games) to every day life, there’s now a huge hole that cannot be ignored. based on how severe mike’s reaction was to the move, it seems as though he recognizes this too. he knows he thinks of will as more than a friend, knows that he’s started to feel attracted to him on a physical level too, but he can’t suppress how deep these feelings for will run. how necessary will is in his life. how will is almost always involved in the things that made him happy, the things that made him safe, the things that made him feel like he wasn’t alone.

mike wasn’t alone in the way he felt. but, now, he really is alone. will isn’t there to make that go away and no one else is able to pull him out of this depression he’s found himself in (not until eddie).

there’s also the piece about girlfriends. mike spends time in his room, writing to el. he even starts locking himself in his room and refusing to leave. he’s hiding, writing to his girlfriend, but there’s also a prominent change in mike’s room that we see in S4: he put will’s drawings on his walls, maybe even brought the binder up from the basement.

in order for mike to be able to hide away in his room like that, he had to bring up one of his most treasured pieces of will. also, lucas’ perspective is unreliable because he doesn’t actually know what mike was always doing in his room. he did write to el, but mike’s letters to el never even filled an entire page. he only wrote a total of 5-7 letters in total if i remember, so he definitely wasn’t spending all that time in his room writing to el.

he’s going through a severe amount of depression after the byers move. there’s only one person who’s able to pull him out of that depression - eddie munson. eddie munson, who hated conformity and normalcy with a passion, who loved playing games and being a freak. mike was able to start being himself again because of eddie. if his isolation were really due to anything other than the crushing realization that he’s in love with his best friend and how much he misses him, why would they make the man who helps mike entirely representative of nonconformity?

dating a girl is what’s normal, what he’s been told he’s supposed to do. el is normal for him. finding someone who wasn’t normal and was proud of it is what helped mike.

Point 2.5 - The End of Season 3

i wanna throw this in there too because of how widely accepted it is that this was the moment he realized he was in love with will. i’ll explain why i disagree with that and what i think this ending actually implies for mike

i don’t think i need to elaborate on this scene too much. he’s trying to reconnect with will. he’s asking will not to leave him behind, and will responds that saying it isn’t possible.

the importance of the way mike is acting here isn’t in the scene itself, but what has changed for him. he’s been broken up with el for 4-ish months, he’s realized he’s in love with will, and he’s had a person in his life who he admires and who tells him that being a freak is good for 3 months. for the first time, mike had space to think about his feelings and what they meant without any pressure to keep up his straight boy act. he had someone encouraging him to embrace his differences.

mike is reaching out to will again, having at least some level of acceptance, asking will not to leave him behind. he didn’t forget that will said he wanted to play games in mike’s basement for the rest of his life. he didn’t forget that those wants he had, which he now knows are tied to his love for will, were reciprocated.

he has hope.

this wasn’t mike realizing for the first time that he didn’t like el and that he liked will.

what happened in this scene was el coming back to mike after they’d been broken up for months and telling him she loves him as if they’d never broken up at all. mike is realizing he has to play the straight boy again, the perfect boyfriend. i won’t get into it here, but mike basically promised el a relationship in S1 and one of his big rules is that a promise is something you can never break so he can’t back out of this relationship. he can’t break that promise to her. there’s also a fear of losing her involved.

mike had hope. now, it’s been taken from him. we see the way that hurts him in the way he hugs will.

just look at his face. yeah.

Point 3 - The Van Scene

oh boy. this one hurts me so badly.

the big question around the van scene is about whether or not mike knew that will was talking about himself. the answer is yes. he did.

how am i so certain? well, there are two big things to consider here.

1. everything will is saying is in direct contradiction to what mike knows about how el feels about him.

“you think i’m a monster too” ≠ “you make her feel like she’s not a mistake at all”

will also says that el needs mike. the script tells us that mike knows that isn’t true (the scripts are an official interpretation, so i’m taking them as canon even if they are heavily edited).

sorry about the quality

mike has no reason to believe what will is saying. especially considering

2. mike used el as a front too.

mike and will often talk through code, or use others to soften the impact of their emotions. in S3, it was the party. in S4, it’s el.

in rink-o-mania, mike tells will that he’s frustrated that will was being a douche to el. let’s be real, mike was not concerned about how will was acting in regards to el and will knew that. he saw right through mike.

their code this season is el. mike knows that.

so, when we actually look at mike’s reactions to what will is saying in his confession, it makes a lot more sense that he does know.

i’m running low on photo availability, so this set-up might be a little awkward. also, sorry about the quality again, idk why it does that when i put the photos together 💔

ANYWAY

1. “you’re scared of losing her”

bringing back the idea of will making mike feel understood and less alone. will just understands what mike is feeling through all his rambling, and that’s a throwback for mike

2. “el basically commissioned it”

here, he looks actually confused. he doesn’t understand how the painting connects to el because of how clearly it doesn’t. let’s please remember that mike isn’t stupid. even if he’s an emotional mess, it doesn’t take a genius to know that el wouldn’t commission a dnd painting if she wanted to express her feelings for mike.

3. “you make her feel like she’s not a mistake at all, like she’s better for being different and that’s what gives her the courage to fight on”

this is where it starts to click. the confusion fades, his face relaxes and his eyes are much more open. what will is saying doesn’t match the el mike knows. he now knows that will is talking about himself and using el as a cover.

4. “and if she was going to lose you, i think she’d rather get it over with quick, like ripping off a band-aid”

now, the confusion is gone but there’s concern here. will’s talking about losing mike and ripping off a band-aid, ending it. of course he’s concerned about that, he just got will back. he’s worried will is trying to let go.

5. “she needs you, mike, and she always will”

relief and happiness are written all over his face. he’s not going to lose will. no, will needs him and he always will (sitting in his basement, playing games for the rest of their lives)

6. “yeah?” “yeah”

that boy looks head over heels. completely in love. he looks like a boy who now knows those feelings from way back before the byers moves are still reciprocated. that hope he had way back in october has returned, because he’s basically broken up with el and all he’d have to do is talk to her. maybe that promise would be worth breaking if it meant them being happier as friends and mike getting to be with will.

at the end of the van scene, mike knows his feelings are reciprocated. he’s not stupid, but by god is he in love.

Point 3.5 - You’re the Heart

i kinda have to talk about what happens to mike’s hope here.

we go into this scene with the knowledge that mike knows his feelings for will are reciprocated. or, he thought they were. he really thought will was talking about himself.

the moment that will makes the callback to his speech, mike realizes will actually was talking about el and it breaks his god damn heart.

he’s confused, but you can see the realization come across his face. he doesn’t have time to process that. he just starts spewing out a confession to el because he has to in order to save her life and he uses ‘her’ feelings as a blueprint.

i wanted to mention this so i could say that, going into S5, mike has lost hope in having his feelings returned. when that painting gets revealed, he has every reason to be confused and frustrated

i wrote way more than i planned on writing. oops? also i didn’t beta this so sorry about any mistakes. thanks for reading!!! :)

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Yey! Sangsang gas finished erha I can scream about my fav arcs now. Of course, it will always and never changing reviving chu Wanning and Xia Sini arc. SEE, Mo Ran, when he has this realization, the slowly but surely understanding drawing to him, I just couldn't it made cry so hard please, AND THEN the foreshadowed things!!! Lmao, them mistaking Chu Wanning for Chu Xun and Chu Wanning injured soul are two. Then the Xia Sini arc. Oh no I will never not cry when reading that arc after the reveal. And the reveal oh gosh!!! The HAITING FLOWERS SCENT! UGH! MO RAN'S BACKSTORY! moving on, What's your fav arc Sangsang?

Also, did u have the experience calling their name like this?

Mo Ran... /frustrated /derogatory /sympathetic /horrified /exasperated

Chu Wanning /in tears

Anyways, most of the time I wanted to strangle them while hugging them. I guess that's called crushing their bones with a hug? Man the ride for erha, it was so perfect. For my angst driven heart, it was the best story I could ask for.

I have finished Erha!! I made it through and I loved it!!

Ah, Xia Sini and Chu Xun arcs were both great. As were the flowers and Mo Ran's backstory and just the whole thing.

Hmm... weird as it sounds cause I did just adore Ranwan, I think my favorite arc is the one where the clans try to frame Sisheng Peak for everything that's happened and all the reveals from there. That was what really cemented my love for Xue Meng, that was what made his parents (not the sperm donor) amazing and just the whole thing was so good. Especially with the way that in the end, while Madam Wang and Xue Zhengyong died, the mob failed. They couldn't destroy the heart of Sisheng Peak and in the end they came back stronger than every.

I think I wrote to my friends in the discord thread I kept up for reactions "MO. RAN. YOU. FUCK." at least four times. I also did bawl for Chu Wanning several times. At the end I was so happy that Chu Wanning and Mo Ran got to be happy together in all ways, with every wound tended to and every scar soothed. I didn't believe that such a happy ending could be pulled off, but somehow Meatbun did it and she's earned my respect for it.

As far as my danmei adventures have gone, Erha shot right up to the top of my list, right underneath Modaozushi. It's not my favorite yet, but it's pretty damn close.

This is hereby my recommendation that if you're up for an emotional rollercoaster of a story, give The Husky and his White Cat Shizun a start! It will surprise you beyond your wildest expectations!