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12 Days of Christmas: Day 11, January 4th, 2025

Dreamcatcher’s Lee Gahyun x Male Reader

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What a boring ass party.

It’s the thought that has been lingering inside your head for the last two hours. The decorations? Daft. The song choice? Lame. The conversations? Rote. So, there you are, one hand on your phone, the other fiddling with your fingers restlessly. Should’ve bought Balatro when it was on sale.

You scroll your Twitter feed aimlessly, pressing likes on the fan sites’ pictures of your favorite groups—fromis_9, Red Velvet, (G)I-DLE. It’s the only way to escape this party without raising much suspicion.

Well, not until Gahyun notices you standing in the corner of your eyes.

“Not enjoying it?”

You almost drop your phone on the ground, good thing you can balance it with your hands.

“Shit, y–yeah,” you reply.

Gahyun giggles softly, covering her mouth with the glass of champagne in her hand. She’s in her red and white Christmas dress, one that shows off a lot—her shoulders, her legs, her ample cleavage. Fuck, she looks so tantalizing.

“So,” she says. She’s pulling you into a conversation. Abort. Abort. Abort!

“How was your day?” she asks, “Wait, oh my god, that was a terrible question. I’m sorry if it’s too plain for you.”

It’s over for you.

“No, no, it was–great. I’m fine,” you reply. “How are you?”

Gahyun chuckles. “A bit drunk, but still standing!” she says with a bright smile, twisting her foot coyly. God, she looks gorgeous.

You only shoot a smile back at her. You don’t know what more to say. It’s difficult for you to continue the conversation like this. You can’t do this.

“Hey,” she continues. You’re finished. “I can keep you company here if you want.”

She’s kind, but you’ll have to say no. You aren’t good enough to hold her right here. You don’t have anything to talk about!

“Ah, I–I appreciate that, but I don’t think you’d enjoy my company,” you decline, taking a sip of the champagne in your hand.

She giggles, and you fall victim to your own self-deprecation once again. You just can’t stop pushing people out, can you?

Fuck.

“Don’t be so harsh on yourself, come on!” she encourages. You’re taken aback by her enthusiasm to be with you. Is she really enjoying your company? Is it a dare? Is she just toying with you for her own entertainment?

“O–Okay, Gahyun,” you stammer.

The conversation begins at the expense of your solitude. It’s seemingly unending. You’re involuntarily dragged into an exchange with the talkative Lee Gahyun. However, you’re slowly dragged into her charismatic presence. You’re somehow not stuttering anymore? Goodness gracious! She’s a good talker. She’s a good listener. She’s genuinely comforting to be around.

“So–speaking of music, have you been listening to anyone recently? Well, outside of k-pop, it’ll be too boring,” Gahyun asks.

You contemplate a bit before you answer, “Well, I’ve been listening to Gracie Abrams a lot lately. Do you know her?”

“Gracie Abrams–hmm–is she the one who opened for Taylor Swift?”

“Yeah!” you happily answer. She’s really full of knowledge. “I started listening to her a few years ago. Quality can be choppy sometimes, but I still like her a lot.”

“I’m sure she’s great,” she says with a giggle. “That’s why you’re drawn to her.”

You can only chuckle at her warm words. God, she really knows how to reel you in. 

“What about you? Who have you been listening to?” you ask her the same question back. Normally, you’d be beating yourself up for not changing the question, but with Gahyun, it feels like you don’t have to worry about anything.

Gahyun laughs, cutely covering her mouth while doing so. “Well, mostly Billie Eilish, her new album. Have you heard it yet?”

“Oh, yeah! I love Birds of a Feather a lot. Wait, let me guess yours–uh–” you pause, trying to guess her favorite from the album.

Gahyun adoringly smiles, waiting for your guess. Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s the light, but, fuck, are you having a crush on her?

“Chihiro?”

“Aww~ that’s close! It’s actually my second favorite,” Gahyun says, pouting cutely. You can only awkwardly giggle along to cover the embarrassment from the mistake.

“I actually love Lunch the most, to be honest,” she says. “Makes me click my heels, you know?”

“Oh, yeah. I mean–I also like Lunch, but–uh–it’s just not as sad as Birds of a Feather.”

“Oh. Oh! Well, that’s definitely interesting!” Gahyun says. “So, you like sad songs? Do you like–uh–have any to recommend to me?”

You give her a few songs. She nods in acknowledgement. The exchange continues into the night. It flows so lively that you get lost in her charm, over and over again. You find out about her dog at home—Bae. You find out that she loves pineapples on pizzas. You find out that her favorite TV show is Goblin (yes, that Goblin).

As it goes on, you can’t help but steal glances at her body, even if you know how inappropriate that is. You’ll use the opportunity when she looks away to take in the view of her ample cleavage or her meaty thighs. She looks so good, so deli–

“Hey,” she derails your train of thoughts. “Did you just–stare at my tits?”

Your eyes widen in shock. You didn’t realize that you’ve been looking at her for a little too long. Your hands tremble in fear of getting called out. You should say sorry, now!

“F–Fuck, I–I’m so s–sorry, Gah–”

“Zip it,” she cuts you off, putting her index finger on your lips. “I don’t want excuses.”

Tears start to form in your eyes. You’re being mentally cornered by Lee Gahyun, the company darling. God, you’re beyond fucked. Your whole life is being undone because of a slip. Fuck.

Then, she whispers into your ear.

“Meet me at the women’s bathroom in five minutes.”

You nod with your eyes closed slowly, before she departs from you, giving you the view of her hips swaying before disappearing into the crowd.

—

The women’s bathroom smells of air purifier, it’s taken care of well. It’s brightly lit. You find Gahyun standing in the middle of the room—arms crossed, tapping her foot. She’s waiting for you.

“Come here, lock the door,” she orders, gesturing you to her. Her voice is much, much more stern than in the ballroom, but there’s also–something else. Is she mad at you, or is it something else?

The door clicks shut, leaving the bathroom only for you two. You slowly walk towards Gahyun, who’s looking at you expectantly.

The air thickens with anticipation. The silence is heavy. You’re stuck in the bathroom with Lee Gahyun. She doesn’t seem too pleased with your presence here, but why would she be calling you here, then?

“So,” she starts. You close your eyes shut in fear. “Anything to say before we start?”

You shake your head vigorously, hoping that the admission would lessen the punishment directed at you.

You hear a wicked laugh, as she starts to circle around you. Your body trembles in fear. Fuck, what is she going to do with you. Is she going to beat you up? Is she going to berate you?

“Are you sure that you’ve locked the door?” she asks from behind you. You can feel her breath on your neck. It’s terrifying.

“Y–Yes, Gahyun,” you stammer out.

“Good. Now, take off your pants,” she orders sternly. Wait, this isn’t going where you’ve expected.

“Wait, do you want me to–”

“Take off your pants, yes,” she finishes your sentence without any hesitation. Determination shines in her eyes.

“O–Okay?” you utter, before reluctantly unbuckling your belt. It’s so hard to come off when your hands are literally shaking like this. Your breathing becomes erratic with each second that passes by.

“Faster,” she sternly commands into your ear. Her warm breath touches your skin, eliciting goosebumps everywhere. Your hands quickly take off your trousers as she orders, leaving your lower body in your boxers. The outline of your erection becomes visible under them.

“Good,” she says, the warmth of your hand emanating into your firm ass. “Now, if you’d show me what you’ve been hiding under this–garment.

You immediately comply with her order, sliding down your tight boxers in a hasty motion. Your hard cock springs free from its confinement. It twitches in the anticipation of what’s to come. Gahyun presses into your body from the back, making your ass touch her warm crotch. Her perfume pervades your nostrils, making your legs wobble like jelly.

“Hmm, excited, aren’t we?” she coos. Her right hand reaches from the back to tease you. She leaves just a little space between her hand and your cock. You wish you could just grab her hand and make her touch your hardness right now, but that’s not how you play this game. You can only wonder how Gahyun can hide this side for so long—the side that dominates the shit out of you.

“Do you want me to touch it? Say it.” Her hot breath brushes against your ear, teasing you, pushing you towards the limit.

“Y–Yes, I want you to touch it, Gahyun,” you utter, mind going all haywire from the sheer intensity of her body warmth against your back.

You hear Gahyun giggle mischievously from the back, before her hand latches onto your cock firmly, making you groan in sheer ecstasy.

Slowly, she begins her dirty display on your cock. She lazily drags her hand up along your length, eliciting a shudder from you. When she’s at the top, she makes sure to take a swipe on the tip to make you moan. Your brain is now filled with nothing but her otherworldly handjob she’s giving. She feels so good.

You moan and whimper in her tight restraint, naked from below the waist. Her hands are slowly jerking you off with an unmatched mastery. Her smell is intense—her perfume, and something that’s explicitly her.

She slowly finds her rhythm, knowing when to pump, knowing when to swipe. She goes faster, eliciting guttural groans and whimpers out of you. 

Your cock is being fondled by the company darling, and that thought alone sends you into rapture. She’s the same woman you see every day. She’s the same woman you’ve talked to. She’s the same woman who everyone loves. Now, she’s jerking you off in the women’s bathroom, making you moan and whimper.

Maybe it’s the sheer intensity of the situation, you can feel your loins tightening. Your body becomes rigid. Your breathing becomes erratic. You’re going to cum in Lee Gahyun’s hand!

“You know, I’ve been told a lot that I have nice lips,” she says. Her hands remain a little too eager to finish you off. It’s becoming too irresistible to cum right now. You can feel the tension rising within your loins. You do want more than her hand, indeed. That pair of lips are a little too tantalizing for you to not be on your cock—so plump, so pouty.

“F–Fuck, Gahyun, I–I’m gonna cum,” you utter. Time is running low, and you have to make her stop before you blow a load all over the bathroom floor and get short-circuited for the rest of the night.

Gahyun lets out another wicked giggle. “Say please, then.” She’s not going to stop so easily, not before you profusely beg her to.

“Nghhn~ p–please, Gahyun,” you plead, voice already shaking in the intense sensation.

“Again, and I’ll lift my hand off,” she teases, jerking you off even faster. Your mind is all hazy from the sheer pleasure you’re getting from her hand. Your blinking becomes rapid. Your vision becomes blurry.

“Nghh~ please, G–Gahyun.”

Gahyun suddenly removes her hand from your cock, leaving it twitching in the air. You sigh, as the tension slowly drops back to normal. You’re happy not to cum before you get to take on her mouth.

“Close one,” she says, letting go of you from her warm embrace. You feel like you can fully breathe for the first time in years. She was suffocating, but you won’t deny the pleasure she gave you, of course.

Gahyun slowly walks back to your front, putting the highlight of her next act for you to see—her lips, those dick-sucking lips. You and the guys have talked about this behind her back (well, behind everyone’s back) about how good her lips would feel on your cocks, head bobbing up and down in a hypnotic motion, bringing intense pleasure to whoever gets their dick sucked. 

Now, it’s your turn.

Gahyun kneels, not without seductively swaying her wide hips as she goes down. Your cock twitches at the sight violently, so ready to be taken into her mouth.

“Say please, just like when I jerked you off,” she commands. She seems to know when to raise her voice and when to not.

“Please, Gahyun,” you utter, your voice all dry from the moaning and the internally burning desire.

The first contact is nothing short of divine. Gahyun starts slow. She starts by taking in just the mushroom tip into her mouth. She feels so warm, so tight, so right. Gahyun gives the underside of your cock a playful lick, making your body jolt in response.

She then begins her show, pushing herself further on your cock. It’s a lewd sight, really—the direct eye contact, the sound she’s making (it’s kind of a low, satisfied hum), the way she fondles your balls with her fingers. Pleasure just shoots through your body like a bullet. Without any restraints, you could just cum into her mouth right here and now. She pushes further and further, making you groan in pure bliss, until she starts to gag.

“Y–You don’t have to take it all, G–Gahyun.”

She says nothing, instead diving deeper onto your cock, all while using her tongue to play with the underside of your length. No woman has ever given you a blowjob as good as this—the deliberate movement, the will to gag, the pouty lips. Gahyun really has it all.

She keeps the eye contact intact, a reminder of her control. The gagging sounds she’s making don’t hinder her dominance by a little bit. She lets you know who’s in control here. It’s her and only her.

She finally pushes herself up to the hilt of your cock. She gags. She chokes. She sputters. Globs of spit leaks out of her mouth. Your head falls backwards from the pleasure. Her eyes are barely opening from the sheer size of your cock. You love this. You love the sounds she’s making. You love how she dominates the shit out of you. You love that she’s willing to suck you off like this (even if she’s the one in full control).

She stays there, gagging, choking, sputtering on your cock. She’s taking in the pungent scent of you, judging by the way she takes a deep breath through her nose. Her lips look so good on your cock like this. The base of your length becomes saturated by her red lipstick and spit. Streaks of black mascara run down her cheeks. You’re revelling in it. You’re revelling in the sight.

“G–God, G–Gahyun,” you utter.

With that, she slowly pulls back from your cock, leaving a trail of her rosy lipstick on it. Her eyes are fluttering violently with the thickness and length of you. She can barely breathe, and you’re loving it.

Instinctively, your right hand goes to the back of her head, tugging her hair to pull her out of the predicament called your cock. She gets to breathe again, and she quickly dislodges herself off you.

“Ah, y–you taste good,” she says, still trying to catch her breath. The marks from the earlier act are evident.

You say nothing, letting Gahyun catch her breath again, waiting for the time she can take in your cock once more. She breathes in, she breathes out, and finally, she’s ready again.

“I’m not holding back this time, alright?” she says, determination sparks inside her eyes.

“S–Sure.”

She grabs onto your cock with her right hand, pulling you close, before she takes your cock into her mouth. This time, it’s more violent, more fervent. She catches her rhythm and doesn’t look back. She starts to bob her head back and forth on your cock, and doesn’t that make you whimper like a bitch?

“Nghhh~ s–so good,” you mewl.

Gahyun only replies with a giggle on your cock. Her grip is still firm. Her free hand fondles your balls gently, trying to coax cum out of you.

She catches her rhythm, moving her head in a hypnotic motion. She really wants you to cum under her influence like this. You hear her gag. You hear her choke. You hear her sputter.

The tension in your loins starts to rise again. You’re on the verge of cumming with the help of the earlier handjob, and she doesn’t seem to stop at all. That’s it. You’re unloading your cum inside of Lee Gahyun’s mouth, making her taste your white essence.

“G–Gonna cum,” you utter.

Gahyun responds by going as rapidly as she can on your throbbing cock. The sensation is electric. It shoots through you like a bullet. The knot tightens, and you can do nothing to stop it.

With the final stroke, you unload your pent-up lust into Lee Gahyun’s throat, making her taste your essence. Your body jerks forward in pure pleasure. You let out a low, guttural groan at your precipice, unable to make sense of the situation. She lets out a satisfied hum as she feels your white, hot cum hit the back of her throat. You’re probably salty, like the other women have said.

You slowly come down from your peak, finally catching your rhythm again. Your cock’s spurts turn into soft drizzles off the slit. Gahyun pulls off of your cock with a loud pop. What an obscene sight. Her face is a fucking mess—mascara, lipstick, it’s all wrong. You’re still too dazed to say a thing, though.

“You taste good,” she says, opening her mouth, sticking her tongue out lewdly to show the emptiness of her wet cavern. She drank it all.

“I–I wanna do this again,” you involuntarily utter from the depths of your heart. “I want you to suck my cock again.”

Maybe it’s the sheer absurdity of your words. Maybe it’s the wake of your climax. She bursts out a laugh, a genuine one. You watch her laugh awkwardly.

“Ask me–ha–properly,” she says. “Will you, Lee Gahyun–”

“Will you, Lee Gahyun–”

“Suck–”

“Suck my cock again?”

She lets out a chuckle, before answering, “Definitely, maybe.”

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[twopoppies]

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Hi, Gina. Just wanted to note that the fan did absolutely nothing to warrant the block and doesn’t deserve hate. The [gunshots] is a typical stan twitter reaction to something cute or crazy or anything at all, as in “i can’t believe this happened, i’m gonna kms”. The kermit gif is also a popular reaction gif on twt and connecting it to Liam is a big stretch. I don’t think anyone would think about that before posting. Also as you said people post Jay’s tweets all the time, i don’t see how it’s disrespectful when it’s real tweets that are still up on the public account..

Yeah, someone just explained the gunshots and Kermit thing to me, and I agree; people are just grasping at straws to find a reason why they got blocked. It feels really indiscriminate to me (other than they're a larrie). And yes, to answer all the people in my inbox, it probably wasn't Louis himself, as he was out celebrating New Year's Eve, but it would then be his team. And his team is representative of him. So, either he has no control over them, or they're acting on his behalf and randomly blocking people for no obvious reason.

So, once again, we have solos/antis shitting on larries and acting like they're the epitome of the perfect fans, and we have larries being upset and angry (and plenty of them being fed up).

None of it is a good look for Louis, so I don't get the point of doing it.

Anyway, it's done, and I'm tired of talking about it. Hopefully, the year will continue without any more stupidity (doubtful, but one can hope).

[avanzinisfirst]

distraction - 3. golden hour (written)

warning: alcohol

it was loud, but these places were always loud. you didn’t even like the noise or the drunken people, the only good thing about parties was the free alcohol and how the noise deafened your ears so you wouldn’t feel so alone anymore. anything was better than sitting in your empty apartment the entire night.

you wandered towards the bar of some rich nepo baby’s apartment who you didn’t know and smiled at the bartender. he looked exhausted yet had a fake smile plastered on his face. you smiled back before clearing your throat, “uh get me the easiest thing you can make. just not too sweet, thanks.” he nodded and quickly got to making a random drink.

he handed you the glass to which you thanked him. you slid him a random $10 bill even though the drink was free as a tip. you moved to the edge of the bar and looked at the mass amount of people. there was no way everyone here were actual friends despite their friendly gestures and close nature.

this is what you hated about hollywood. everyone was so fake. sure you weren’t the most approachable person, but at least you didn’t pretend to like everyone you met before hatching a plan to destroy them. that’s why it was better to have a few friends, no matter how lonely it got. the easiest way to be safe in this industry was to be an introvert.

the only thing that kept you tethered to the industry was your love for acting. the actual job was fun and fulfilling. you had a natural talent for acting and it would be a waste to retire now. not to mention this had been your way of life for far too long. you continued to watch the mass amount of people mingle and talk as you sipped your drink.

you felt a boot step on your sneaker. you looked away from the crowd to see a blur of blonde hair. she collided into you before you could move, causing you to catch her before she fell further. you grabbed her waist and pushed her off of you to straighten her. she turned around just as fast as she fell with an apologetic expression, “shit. i’m so sorr-”

as if fate was playing with your life like a puppet you were face to face with the girl whose order you stole earlier that day. you flashed an awkward smile, “you’re good, just watch where you’re going next time.” she nodded and stared at your for a moment before looking down at the ground. she noticed the scuff mark on your shoe, “oh my god. i fucked up your shoe. i’m so sorry.”

you stared at the dancer for a moment too long. the pictures she posted weren’t even close to how beautiful she was in real life. she cleared her throat which broke you out of your thoughts as you looked down and shrugged, “oh that doesn’t matter. these are old.” she looked at your with confusion but nodded, “yeah okay.”

you looked up and echoed her, “okay…” she chuckled at how awkward you sounded and you snapped out of your daze, “uh, im yn.” you stretched out your hand to which she shook it, “daniela, but i think you might know that by now.” you scratched your neck and nodded. you could feel the warmth spread up your neck and to your face, “yep… sorry about your coffee. i really thought it was mine, but you drink your coffee way too sweet.”

she giggled and shook her head, “sorry about your shoe, and my coffee order is perfect for my taste.” there was awkward silence as you didn’t know how to respond so you just nodded and looked into your glass. you heard a loud voice yell out, “dani!” it caused both of you to turn to the source. an equally gorgeous woman with braids swung an arm around daniela before looking you up and down. “oh it’s the twitter girl,” she breathed out. you furrowed your eyebrows at the nickname, “twitter girl?”

daniela smacked her shoulder before turning to you apologetically, “ignore her.” she turned to the girl and sighed, “manon be normal for once.” manon raised an eyebrow at the comment before laughing, “okay damn. i just wanted to tell you that this party is lame.” she looked over at you, “but it seems like it just got a bit more fun.” you chuckled and shrugged, “thanks.”

daniela watched you with curious eyes as you turned to hand the bartender your cup. you turned back and smiled a final time, “i think i’ll leave you two. it was nice meeting yall, enjoy the party.” manon smiled and daniela just stared at you. you noticed the nudge manon gave the blonde before daniela coughed out, “see you around, yn.” you nodded and waved before disappearing into the crowd.

you exhaled the moment you were out of their line of sight. you knew if you had stayed any longer you would have said something you’d regret and you just couldn’t deal with talking any longer. maybe it seemed a little rude to just leave, but you had to protect your peace more than anything.

a/n

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[draconic-distress]

Ok i know i don’t really fragmem post over here but there’s something that’s been bothering me lately that i kinda wanna talk about in the same vein as my past analysis posts. I’m not trying to start anything and everyone is entitled to their headcanons and opinions, and I will continue to believe that because it’s rude to overstep on things like that. That being said…

This post is about Myunna’s age. And the fact that, seeing as they’re often viewed and depicted as a child by the fandom…

Then why isn’t Rimicha?

Like I said, I’m not looking to start a fight, and I’m not trying to change anyone’s headcanons or beliefs. This is just something that’s been bothering me personally, and I thought I’d bring it up while we wait for the final part of Blue episode 3 to come out in a few days.

To start off, I wanna compare Rimicha and Myunna as characters and examine what makes them so childlike in the fandom’s eyes—the latter more than the former. A lot of surface level things are easy to pick up on:

Both of them have very ‘’’childlike’’’ personalities, in terms of coming across as irresponsible, skittish, excitable, insecure due to their inexperience in comparison to their fellow knights, etcetera.

2. Similarly to the previous point, this behavior can also lead to other people treating them differently, be it teasingly/affectionately or just outright talked down to like they're kids. This carries over to the fandom in a way

3. Both of them are barely over five foot. In fact, Rimicha is only three inches taller than Myunna (Rimicha is 5’5” or 165 cm, Myunna is 5’2” or 157 cm). That’s not a very big discrepancy

4. Both of them are twinks. I’m correct and you know that I mean look at them. They’re both skinny, shorter boys who appear younger and more androgynous in comparison to their peers and seniors

5. Both of them are not only the youngest of their Bouquets, but are also the youngest of all the Fragaria Knights overall

This chartthat was recently released by the official twitter shows the age:time serving ratio of each knight, and seems to imply that each space is only a one year gap between characters—for the most part—which already tells us a lot. Based on that math, Myunna and Rimicha are barely a year apart in age, and less than that in the amount of time between when they each became knights.

So all things considered, Myunna and Rimicha are roughly the same age and should be treated as such, right?

But the thing is… they’re not.

Rimicha is treated as an adult by the fandom, he’s his fellow knight’s peer and trusted ally, and the fandom doesn’t deny that for even a second. Myunna, however, is treated as a child, as in like 10-14 age range, and is not viewed with the same respect and fairness their Red Bouquet contemporary is.

Something about that has always bothered me. With how they both act, look, and the fact they're the youngest of their groups—and overall—it's strange that the fandom views them so differently when there's so much similarity between them. I genuinely don't know where that would've come from.

One reason I can believe for people viewing Myunna as younger by comparison is the fact that they’ve skipped a grade in Knight School, as confirmed by the interviews conducted for the first anniversary

I can see why this would make people think that, but I really don't think it quite adds up to conclude that Myunna is a minor, especially if it was only one year they skipped.

We don't know much about Knight School, so for now let's say it lasts about as long as a normal high school/college, and you go for four years. And let's say Myunna was 14 when they started going, since that seems like a reasonable age for them to have started going while still being young.

By that math, the youngest they could've graduated would be 17. I doubt they'd let anyone under like 16 be a knight, but I can believe Myunna—who would have been over 16 based on our math—became a knight right out of the gate if they really were that prodigal.

To add on to this, let's take note of our good friend the age:time served ratio chart again:

notice the portion I've circled, which is roughly 1 1/2–2 1/2 knights long. If we're going off of the logic that one space equates to one year, then that means by the time the actual main story of Blue Bouquet occurs and we're introduced to Myunna, then according to our math they would have to be 18–19 years old minimum at that point.

This logic can also work backwards towards the argument that Rimicha is also a minor, by virtue of the fact that he must have been in Knight School around the same time, and is only a year older than Myunna—I personally believe they're both adults, though, albeit very young adults.

So what's the deal? Like genuinely I wanna hear everyone's perspective on this because I don't know where that split came from. What about Rimicha makes him seem more like an adult than Myunna?

Like I said, I'm not trying to start anything by pointing this out, it's just something I noticed within the fandom and wanted to put down my thoughts about. I won't disrespect anyone's views or headcanons because of my own thoughts, so if you don't want to believe what I have to say, then you're under absolutely no obligation to, and that's ok. If you have your own input, then feel free to share, just please be civil. Everyone's entitled to their opinions, even if we disagree, and I'll continue to respect that!

[miss-bushido]

everything counts a little more than we think

Rating: Mature Tags: Drinking, drunk kissing, implied/referenced sex

Notes:

This fic was inspired by a tweet from @jquinnworld on Twitter: “thinking about “straight” steve who seemingly just Can’t stop kissing dudes when he gets drunk”. Title of the fic is from ‘Ada’ by The National

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Whenever Steve gets drunk, he kisses boys. It’s well known among the teens and young adults of Hawkins, has been for the last two years. Put a shot of tequila or three in his hand, or one of those Long Island Iced teas, and very soon, you’re getting kissed by King Steve.

He still kisses girls, too, of course, but more often than not, you can find him on the couch or pressed up against a random guy in a corner, sloppily making out with them. It doesn’t matter the social clique: jocks, nerds, freaks, Goths, punks. Steve takes all comers (no pun intended).

His partners are left flushed and gasping. Hair mussed and lips pink and shiny. They are dazed and pleased in equal measure, the memory of getting kissed and pawed at by Steve Harrington not something they would ever forget. Or would ever want to.

Steve has a reputation as a good kisser for a reason. He’s soft when he needs to be, never uses teeth, knows when they need it hard and rough. When to use his tongue and when to back off. Sometimes he’ll be so into everything that he kisses down to the neck, sliding his hands everywhere to heighten everything.

Some people call him a slut, but Steve seems to lean into it. He laughs and jokes about it himself, masking the hurt he feels deep inside with another vodka shot (or four), another boy (or five more) pulled into the dark corner of a basement.

Lots of the boys and girls in town explore their own bodies in the privacy of their bedrooms at night. Imagining it’s Steve’s hands and his body on them, the kisses deepening. Everything is sticky sweet and slow like honey with him in their imaginations, especially when these fantasies turn sexual, how they wished things would happen in real life.

And so it goes. Each party thrown: Steve drinks, and he kisses, and touches. And everyone is fine with it. All the guys are straight. Of course they are. Especially Steve. They’re all just having fun. Inhibitions dulled from the copious amounts of alcohol found in their parent’s liquor cabinets. They give one another knowing smiles in the hallways at school, but don’t talk about it otherwise. It’s a sexy dirty little open secret what goes on at the Hawkins High parties, and how Harrington can’t keep his mouth off of everyone.

Because of all these things, the night everyone saw Steve making out with Eddie Munson on the couch, no one batted an eye. It was only natural that The Freak would also get kissed by The King. No one said anything when Steve and Eddie went into a bedroom and shut the door, not coming out for hours.

Harrington must really be drunk to spend so much time with The Freak they comment, laughing into their red Solo cups before starting another round of beer pong.

It was only after several months that anyone put two and two together as to why Steve stopped drinking as much. Stopped kissing everyone he could get his hands on at the parties.

Everyone except Eddie Munson.

By the time everyone realized they hadn’t seen Steve at a party in over six months, he and Eddie had been quietly dating for the better part of that time.

And when Steve kissed Eddie, he was sober.

And it finally felt right to do it.

[anonymous-gambito]

Tbh I think the thing that most ruins this episode for me is that one old man insulting Zuko in a way that makes him sound unreasonable and cruel, just on the basis of Zuko having been maimed and disowned by his father, because although the episode wasn't about Zuko seeing how Fire Nation soldiers mistreat and abuse Earth Kingdom people, it could've still taught another lesson; One about the savior complexes of colonizing nations born from a belief of their own superiority in comparison to cultures and nations they see as inferior.

Zuko there thought himself a hero, saving these poor Earth villagers from their corrupt superiors, saving them from themselves. He proudly proclaims himself the heir to the Fire Nation throne (son of a man who in this very episode was shown to have no qualms about killing his own son for power) ...and then the Earth Kingdom villagers tell him to gtfo. Lmao.

And I see some people here on social media just... not getting it. Calling the villagers ungrateful, saying they're mean for shunning someone who "saved them". But this is no salvation.

This is like when a gringo starts getting too comfortable talking about brazilian politics and societal problems to the point you get the feeling they'd be very happy to support another coup. It's horrible.

Just a few months ago when twitter was temporarily banned in my country, we had El*n M*sk trying to pull that crap. Trying to claim we Brazilians "have no freedom" and that we are a poor poor people being suppressed and censored by our government that clearly needs the help from the likes of him, and here's the thing; the only people who agreed with him were the ones who want a dictatorship. No one else was fucking grateful. There's no normal response to this kind of crap besides "No, no, we're good. We don't need you and we don't want you, because we hate you more than anything. Please go fuck yourself somewhere else and maybe fall down a flight of stairs while you're at it".

And I can see people objecting to this comparison, saying "But Zuko actually meant it!" or "But Zuko is an exiled teenager, not a rich man in power!", but here's the thing: Zuko wants to be, and he wants that power, and that is how Zuko presented himself to these people, as the colonizing prince come to save the poor and helpless Earth Kingdom citizens from themselves, you know, by toppling their current leadership. Yeah.

So of course they don't want anything from Zuko, of course they want him gone, and of course they hate him. It doesn't matter how bad they have it with the soldiers, because to them in this scenario Zuko is the bigger threat, the greater of two evils, the prince from the imperialist nation that brought them to this situation in the first place, a nation that has tormented them for over a 100 years, here coming with the same old excuse that that their torment and their subjugation is being done "to their own good". So of course they don't appreciate his damn help.

Remember how at the end of the season, Azula takes control of Ba Sing Se (with the help of Zuko), and it is a Tragedy. It is framed as a tragedy, a poison, a violation. These people weren't "saved" from their corrupt government, they were just made more powerless and lost than ever.

So yeah, I believe that if this episode had come with just a bit of a different angle, some different framing, focused a little bit less on being a Zuko pity party, it could've been really great.

The fact that Zuko Alone doesn't have Zuko defend the villagers against corrupt Fire Nation troops is both one of the biggest missed opportunities ever and also one of the weirdest ones. Like, they could have written as a moment where Zuko starts to empathize with ordinary EK people and comes to term with the harm that the FN is causing to their lives. Instead, Zuko is faced with a situation where corrupt and evil EK authorities are abusing ordinary EK people, which is probably exactly the same narrative he's been learning from FN propaganda about the EK his entire life.

[kumamooko]

i imagine gil to post whatever on main while other nations have professional accounts, like you look at his account and think "wow! mr prussia is really into this magical girl anime lately"

a lot of the nations have alt accounts just to shit on eachother, personally

[tariah23]

oooooo white people in my replies really saying ‘I can excuse racism but I draw the line at homophobia’

Not surprised since this is the site that only talks about racism and thinks it’s a big deal when they see it demonstrated in the cartoons and comics they like *coughs* dungeonmeshi *coughs* (for example at least. I haven’t seen THIS many white ppl talk as in depth about racism on here as much as these fandom nerds, man. I stg. Like “Ohhhh, so you all DO acknowledge that racism is real? Just not in real life even if you could feel it slapping you in the face at high speed. Gotcha.” It’s crazy.

Tumblr is like, 90% white and is extremely centered around them. That’s why you barely see stuff that’s important to black and brown people ever trending here or being talked about. It has to be something incredibly huge to the point where even white people can’t ignore it like they usually do, to talk about it here.

They only talked about George Floyd here because the topic of his death became world news. Even people in other countries were talking about it. Before him, it was probably Ferguson and Trayvon Martin… most of them are still trying their best to ignore the genocides because it’s a “touchy subject.” What do you expect from white people who live in their own bubbles of comfort and refuse to pop it with a needle??? They find comfort in their privilege and faux ignorance (they love playing stupid to avoid conversations about important things outside of fandoms like, are these mfs born with half a brain dedicated to fandom or what.) That’s literally all these mfs make a big deal out of, especially on this annoying ass platform. The ao3 mfs will go to war for the site that allows racist ff and cp like it’s no big deal. I wonder how many people here even donated to the site while actively scrolling past dono posts from folks who really do need help. They act like they’re doing a civil service by defending this site that makes over the amount of it’s intended dono goal in minutes.

Then you already know as soon as you even bring up racism in the stuff they like, they start ganging up and harassing black bloggers especially, calling them TERFs and the whole nine. Anything to make that person look bad for being concerned about the racism that they have such an intense aversion to. God, it’s absolutely exhausting knowing that these people would have no problem choosing a cartoon character over your entire existence if they COULD. Isn’t that fucking sad, man?

[goomyloid]

just Thinking Out Loud but im trying to prepare myself for the deltarune community to irreversibly change the same way it did when ch2 came out... its not really something i personally experienced back in 2021 because the game wasnt nearly as important to me then as it is now (understandably) (i just love chapter 2 so much)

and while i am Absolutely ready and excited for chapters 3 and 4, it will be kind of scary to see deltarune blow up again and the community grow vastly in size and Whatnot (i think about the other instances of this with other fandoms lately like gravity falls, fionna and cake, arcane, etc) (as an outsider looking into all those communities) and now im like Fuuuuck thats gonna happen to us!!!!!!

BUT ITS OK. BECAUSE EVEN IF ITS SCARY the important thing is that so many artists and musicians and fan game devs and whoever else are gonna produce amazing new stuff with the content ch3+4 gives us, and that's more exciting to me than anything... something you can honestly apply to any work of fiction getting a new part/chapter/season/whatever. I love when communities create!!!!!!

idk what this ramble was supposed to be it's just been something ive been thinking about for a while. The community ive come to recognize over the past 3 years is most likely gonna change drastically and i (the comfortable) am about to be disturbed by this But its necessary. life would be boring otherwise. i love videogames

[dykedvonte]

Mini rant below and in the tags, the only time I’ll talk about this and my personal take on it.

The way people talk about hypothetical male Anya on Twitter and the idea of how Mouthwashing would play out if the genders were swapped makes me remember how people still don’t take sexual assault and rape with male victims with the same gravity, especially when the perpetrator is female.

[ganondoodle]

11 pm again and i spent my evening trying to draw but ending up deleting like 5 attempts again and i just want to cry

cant even get upset anymore, i just sit here looking at the wasted time and just kinda going 'yeah ... what did i expect' and the tears are already back :I

[chipistrate]

People really need to give Steel Wool a break sometimes, man- They messed up with Security Breach and now people act like EVERYTHING wrong with modern fnaf is all exclusively their fault when it's really not.

[livefromtheyard]

listened to wine about it uncensored w squeex and had no idea what happened w avghans until five minutes ago

[skeletalheartattack]

Do you have a bluesky?

i do not, no.

[todayisafridaynight]

i’m pretty surprised that you can be in a fandom without really checking the tags regularly for new content or discussions that’s pretty impressive

ive got twitter for that and twitter has shown me enough as is

[risingsunresistance]

twitter is entering their "rts > likes" phase now that likes are private after they spent years calling us ungrateful for being demotivated by ratios lmao