#there is so much information on the internet on this look it up seriously

[adore-gregor]

study smart not hard (altough both is best actually) this saying is so true

[salemlunaa]

VOID STATE: LAZINESS IS A DISEASE, GET WELL SOON 🧸

get your ass up and get your dream life

*mild tough love because some of you need this*

so alot of people go on about how they procrastinate the void and shifting to their new reality because of fear. but alot of you do not want or care to admit that , you’re just too fucking lazy. And to that i say seriously?? You know that you can have ANYTHING, absolutely ANYTHING and EVERYTHING you dream of, with just a trip to the void state and yet you hold it off. “I’ll do it tonight” you say, even though the most groundbreaking thing you have done today was scrolling through your phone on this app and others (which is time that could have been spent tapping in). You torture yourself scrolling through tiktok and instagram, looking at others from afar with jealousy wishing you had their lives. You add posts into your favourites telling yourself “i’ll have that life someday”, “i’ll have that body soon”, “when i shift i’ll be as pretty as her” (when you could literally have all that and better RIGHT NOW) You insert yourself in different narratives, shows and groups you wish you were apart of, when you could literally shift to a reality where you are there.

you don’t have to look at them with jealousy

you dont have to get upset about your shitty life

you don’t have to imagine

you don’t have to want for anything

you don’t have to yearn, long, desire

it can be yours, if i’m honest you should be more excited about this, scripting anything you could ever possibly dream of, even the little details, and they could be YOURS. you should start being so much more excited about this, about your dream life, like seriously. And that excitement about having everything should motivate you to tap in. Instead your lazy ass has adopted a loser mentality, doing absolutely nothing all day telling yourself you’ll “try at night” and when you don’t get in you repeat the cycle. You abandon responsibilities telling yourself it doesn’t matter because “youre gonna shift anyways”, and you don’t even put in the actual effort. It’s a very dangerous cycle to go down and you can go from moving round that cycle once to doing it 30 times and before you know it you’ve spent a month in this rut.

you don’t have to wait until the night and you know that so don’t give me bullshit. Take those limiting beliefs away and do it at any time of day when you get the chance.

Do you know how lucky you are to even have the access to learn about this shit. There are probably so many people much more disciplined than you, that would do so much with this information, who don’t even have access to the internet or any outside resources to even reach this sort of information and you’re fucking wasting your days lurking on this app. doing what? And it’s sad because, this community is so small meaning you are here for a reason my love, all that shit you went through and didn’t deserve, you looked at it all and knew there was more out there for you, knew that you were deserving of more. And i’ll be dammed if your lazy ass ruins it for yourself.

You have overcomplicated the void so much to the point where you’re scared to “fail” and “let yourself down” so you put it off and say you’ll “do it later”. Now remember, you cannot fail the void, you cannot fail something that is inside you, something that IS you. What you fail to do is stand firm in the fact that you’re a god and can do anything, everything is easy for you so get off your ass and go shift.

i just HAD to 🤭 @smellofemale

you deserve everything, and you CAN, in fact, have it all. JUST DO IT 🥥💋

[lobautumny]

So like, the Reddit strike going on right now, yeah? I've been seeing a lot of people comment on how they appreciate the protest and then go on to say that this has the notable downside of them constantly looking up questions and not being able to easily find the answers because all of the easily-findable answers are exclusively on Reddit. I am not sure if most of the people making this observation are within the line of thought of "man, maybe this protest isn't such a good idea after all" or "man, it really sucks that we've let the internet get so consolidated," and I'm really hoping its the latter.

Like, all of this? This right here? Reddit making a shitty, anti-consumer grab for money and control over how people are allowed to access the information on their servers, and the website going dark in protest causing tons of people to not be able to access important information? This is exactly what people mean when they say that it's bad that the internet has shrunk down so much and is mostly comprised of, like, 10 websites. It's a fucking problem that one company making one bad decision and causing their website to crash and burn can jeopardize so much of humanity's cumulative information.

This two-day glimpse into the internet without Reddit is the warning shot. Imagine what will happen if Reddit actually goes down for good for one reason or another one day. Imagine what will happen if/when Discord or Fandom bites the dust, or gets rendered practically-unusable without paying an ever-increasing premium because they're owned by blood-sucking corporate leeches.

Another big thing is Twitter clamping down really hard on your ability to DM people if you don't have Twitter Blue. If this goes through, it'll put a ton of artists and sex workers who rely on Twitter DMs for their business operation into a shitty situation. Now, obviously, it's not gonna be the end of the world for them, but once again, it feels like a warning shot to me. Twitter is a sinking ship, and unless something changes and it starts to course-correct, I worry that it'll go under and all of the creators who rely on it will suddenly be in an extremely precarious situation.

These are the sorts of things that we, as the users of the internet, need to seriously think about as time goes on, and if we don't find an adequate answer sooner, we're going to pay for it later. I still hold that the best solution is to start making and using more individual, niche websites. Things like Twitter, Reddit, Discord, etc. have their place, of course, but I seriously think a lot was lost through the death of things like individual forums and the existence of many different wiki-hosting sites.

We need a concerted effort, not just on the side of larger creators, but on the users themselves, to stop exclusively using these larger websites and support the creation and growth of smaller, more niche websites, and prevent a catastrophe before it actually happens. I simply hope that people with larger platforms than my own pick up on all this and start talking about it and swaying people to act sooner rather than later. I know it's possible to correct the problem of the mysteriously tiny internet before a modern Library of Alexandria moment happens, I just don't know if that correction will actually happen in time.

[drferox]

There’s a couple of things happening on the information technology side of the veterinary industry at the moment:

Practice owners are increasingly aware that they need an online presence (website plus social media), but most of them have minimal interest in actually making one because they want to focus on patients. You know, the work they signed up for in the first place.

Various tech companies sell packages to most vet practices doing some or all of this, including ‘writing SEO optimised articles for your website’.

While many of those articles were copy-paste, now they are often ‘unique’ which looks more and more AI generated.

At best, this looks like shoddy articles written for a machine instead of for people. At worst it generates information which is not current or outright false. In the middle, you get articles reminding you to brush your bird’s teeth.

So I find myself wondering if it’s even worth the effort to write informative content and it mostly feels like it doesn’t. Not compared to how fast and easily AI stuff can be churned out. Seriously, there are so, so many articles and videos out there about how to use AI to automate content generation or digital shops… it’s depressing.

But it probably is still worth writing things because it’s always been worth trying to combat misinformation. It’s just that misinformation and weird information can be generated so much more rapidly.

And I realise that whatever I put out on the internet might be chopped up and rearranged in the AI blender, but somebody has to keep telling the internet that you don’t have to brush your bird’s teeth.

[ms-demeanor]

sex work is work, no problem with that, but spamming sex work absolutely everywhere now is not okay. bot or not, it is not okay to shove your probably fake/stolen tits or ass into everyone's face even where kids are. it is absolutely the lowest, cheapest trash doing that. are these people showing their barely covered up pussy to school kids on the street to maybe get a customer? because they are doing exactly that on the internet. if you cant find customers and need to lower yourself to std ridden junkey trash standards who missed the way and entitled themselves to begging for money outside trash town, zero support from me!

Yeah you really sound like someone who supports sex workers. That's what I always think when I hear people using words like "disease-ridden" and "junkie" - 'wow, that person must be SUCH an ally. braver than any US marine, thank you for your service, person who believes sex work is work but thinks STIs or drug addiction are 'trash'.'

So, point by point:

It's not absolutely everywhere. You don't see people trying to link their onlyfans on facebook most of the time (i've actually never seen it but i could believe it is happening, though it's not common because FB has real-name policies that are unfriendly to sex workers). You're unlikely to see fansly links as sidebar ads on cspan. People aren't linking their pages in the amazon reviews. You're seeing it "everywhere" because you're not going anywhere. Tell me you spend all your time on two to three platforms without telling me you spend all your time on two to three platforms. Instagram, tiktok, twitter, and tumblr are full of people who are promoting all kinds of brands and one of those kinds of brands is sex work.

Those are also all platforms that have age restrictions and behavior standards, and of all of them tumblr is the one that has the history of being the most openly sexual and the least connected to legal identities. People are linking to their diy porn because of the culture of these websites both currently and historically. I once posted a video on this website of me bringing myself to orgasm in a public bathroom stall then inserting a dildo into my vagina before I went on stage and performed a set with my band. I did it for free and for fun five years ago, the week before the porn ban hit.

What I'm saying here is that the culture of this website has a much longer history of openness about sex and sexuality and the visual presentation of sex than it does of being full of people who think teens shouldn't see nipples. This is an *extremely* reasonable place to post information linking to porn that you make and to use cute pictures of yourself to do so.

It's also really easy to tell that these people aren't bots or using stolen images because the whole point of the live platform is that you can click through and go talk to them. Strange Aeons did just that and you can see what happened. (click on that video for a fun cameo at 6:04) Turns out live users are just a bunch of people (not networks stealing images the way that actual porn *bots* on tumblr do) and the ones who are trying to do sex work on the live platform itself get banned.

But also kids too young to see the occasional boob shouldn't be on tumblr! (like, seriously, define kids. what age is too young to see the kinds of images allowed by the tumblr live tos? how about the ones banned by the tumblr live tos? How old should you have to be before someone shows you an ahegao face on a hoodie in public? What should the punishment be for the ahegao fashionistas for exposing six year olds to anime tongues? What should the minimum age be to go on the beach and see men in speedos? Fifteen, or is that still abusive to children? Maybe we should make it twenty to be safe, or better yet why don't we make it twenty AND ban speedos? this is what you sound like, you fucking asshole). Tumblr has age limits and people under that age limit shouldn't be looking at most things on this website. A smiling woman in a bikini top or a dude with his abs out are fucking nothing compared to the kind of damage you personally and specifically are trying to inflict with your shitty ideas.

Posting t&a on tumblr is not at all comparable to doing street level work and soliciting children for a number of reasons, but I'd just like to really take the time to point out that you just compared the profile pics on tumblr live to sexually soliciting a child. You literally did the "x group i hate are pedophiles" thing, which is exactly why it's such a huge problem that any and all types of nudity have been stigmatized online. We have created an entirely new paradigm of "pedophile" that means "existed around a child while wearing tight pants." You are such a fucking clueless, sanctimonious pile of shit that you can't even see that that's what you're doing. This is literally, exactly kink at pride discourse.

And that's even if I grant you that these people are posting t&a! Go look at the live leaderboards, you don't have to accept the ToS to see the leaderboards! We are talking about *at most* saucy pin-up levels of eroticism. I have seen fucking holiday cards with more visible cleavage than any of the top 200 tumblr live streamers right now.

The only thing in your final sentence that makes any sense is that you are positioning tumblr as trash town.

Yeah. I'm actually not at all impressed by tumblr recently and that has a lot more to do with the influx or resurgence of nuance-allergic, anti-sex, whiny shits like you than it does with a banner that i can scroll past in a quarter of a second.

I want people reading this to really, really sit down and think about what they're calling assault or hypersexualiztion or whatever. We are talking about profile pictures. You are so offended by a bar of 4 profile pictures at the top of your dash that you're comparing regular ass humans (some of whom are sex workers and some of whom are just streamers who took thirst trap selfies) to the real life solicitation and abuse of children.

TOUCHING GRASS IS NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU PLEASE GO INTERACT WITH ACTUAL REAL HUMANS WHO DON'T KNOW WHAT DASHCON OR MILKSHAKE DUCK ARE. YOU ARE CRITICALLY INTERNET POISONED AND IF YOU TALKED TO SOMEONE AT THE DMV AND DESCRIBED IT AS ASSAULTING CHILDREN TO HAVE SOMEONE IN A BIKINI ON A BILLBOARD THEY WOULD IMMEDIATELY BEGIN TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET AWAY FROM YOU. THINK OF THIS POST AS THE CARBON MONOXIDE DETECTOR TELLING YOU THAT THE SHADOWS YOU'RE SEEING AREN'T ACTUALLY DEMONS BUT THAT YOU ARE GOING TO REALLY REGRET IT IF YOU DON'T GO OUTSIDE.

[modanisgf]

015. LET ME LOVE YOU (HALF WRITTEN)

wc: <1k

warning(s): slight spoilers for a movie (atsv), profanity

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hanni was currently in her room getting ready, over analyzing her appearance. she was on the phone with minji, who was with haerin at the moment.

"are you sure all this is necessary?" haerin said, making hanni groan.

"i don't know, i just wanna look my best for her." hanni says.

"didn't you say you aren't in love with her?” minji asks, being met with a long pause.

“i’m gonna fight you.” hanni mumbles, making the two on the phone giggle.

“anyways, you need to hurry up. yn is supposed to be there in fifteen minutes.” haerin says, making hanni freeze.

“and you didn’t tell me until now?”

“it’s better than telling you five minutes before.."

"i'm blocking you." hanni said simply before hanging up, not missing the giggles heard from the other side of the phone.

hanni made quick work to clean up her apartment, the doorbell ringing as she was making the finishing touches. she opened her phone, checking her appearance before opening the door.

“hi hanni!” you say, grinning.

hanni was mesmerized by you, your voice leaving her in a trance.

“hi yn.” hanni says, letting you in.

the next hour was pretty quiet with you being invested in the movie, hanni smiling everytime you gasped at a plot twist.

“she seriously betrayed him like that?” you exclaimed.

“i mean miguel and spider-woman were her role models, of course she was gonna—“ hanni says.

“don’t defend her hanni.” yn interrupts.

hanni gives yn a blank stare, turning her attention back to the movie. one thing was on her mind though, were you really dating chaeryeong? she didn’t exactly expect you to let her know, your relationship being fresh but she really wanted to know.

hanni couldn’t even deny it anymore, she was in love with you and she was jealous that you and chaeryeong were on music bank together. she was jealous that the rumors might be true and that you and chaeryeong were togther. she was jealous that the internet loved you two together and the only fan you guys had was jay, hanni’s dumb fan page and hanni herself.

“yn are you and chaeryeong a thing?” hanni randomly asks, confusing you.

“hanni did you see that? his suit looks so cool!” you say, ignoring her question.

hanni sucks in a breath out of anger, why couldn’t you just tell her?

“yn, can you just answer me?” hanni asks.

“it’s really none of your business.” you say.

“aren’t i your friend? i just wanna know what’s up with you.”

“we barely know each other hanni.”

“are you serious? we’ve talked so much over text i just thought—“

“well maybe because we had to.” yn says.

“what the hell are you talking about? i thought we moved past the pr stunt, it might not even happen anymore.” hanni retaliates.

“that’s good because i think i have something going on with chaeryeong.” yn states.

“oh and you couldn’t have just said that like five minutes ago, that’s all i asked.” hanni says, infuriated at this point.

“y’know what just get out of my house, i don’t wanna see or talk to you anymore.” hanni says, turning off the tv and rushing to open the door.

“huh? i was just being straight up with you!” yn says in her defense.

“i don’t care, i know what i said i don’t wanna talk to you anymore.” hanni sneers, not noticing the hurt look on your face you failed to mask.

you left the house quickly, breaking out into tears as you realized the damage you had just done. hanni obviously wouldn’t know you weren’t allowed to discuss her companies plans with anyone, especially her. her ceo wanted to create a love triangle, and wanted nothing good for hanni after her scandals recently.

you didn’t know why you couldn’t just be honest with her and tell her, it was going to be hell for hanni soon and you chose to keep the information to yourself. you knew hanni was already heartbroken, rumors going around the industry she had wanted to be your friend for so long.

you felt horrible to say the least and you just wished you could start all over again, take it all back and just tell hanni the truth.

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a/n— yearly update guys!! 😁😁 (swear im writing more tn)

[footballerimaginess]

That isn't me

“You said I love you to a girl that isn’t me, how am I supposed to react?”  Daily prompt from @hayleysprompts Trent Alexander Arnold Word Count: 618 The last few weeks had been awful for you, your relationship had been all over social media due to Trent being seen with someone else. The past few weeks had been a blur, you'd moved out of your house due to the press being outside your flats and wanting to know information about your relationship.

You had stayed in bed most of the time, whilst Trent had tried to contact you so much since the video was leaked. But you were in no mood to speak to him. Once again your phone buzzed beside you as your sister walked in. "You need to answer it, he will constantly be ringing. Just go back home, I know you don't want to but I think you should" she suggested as she placed a glass of water on the beside table. "Mm suppose so" you muttered as you pressed the call button. "Hi" you muttered into the phone. "We need to talk, you can't keep avoiding me" Trent grumbled down the phone. "Okay meet me then?" you suggested. "Alright, we need to meet in private. I really don't want to be seen by the paps again" he laughed. "Fine. Choose the place and just text me it" you bluntly replied as you ended the call. - You read the text as you saw where you were meeting, you had to make yourself look a little bit presentable. Something you hadn't done for the past few days was get out of your pyjamas. - You headed to the place you were meeting, walking in as you watched him staring straight at you. "Hi" you muttered as you sat down in front of him. "Thanks for meeting me" he smiled as he sipped on his drink. "Fine, would have liked it not to be so public though what if we get seen again" you muttered as you were starting to feel nervous with eyes all on you. "Sorry, we can leave if you want to. Just walk somewhere quieter with no peering eyes" you nodded as you stood up and walked out of the cafe that had appeared a lot more busier than when you first walked in there. "So how are you?" he asked quietly. "Great, whole of the internet knows my life and that you are a dirty cheat. So yeah, doing fantastic thanks" you rolled your eyes sarcastically. "Cut that out, don't be like that" Trent told you. "Are you being fucking serious right now?" you exclaimed, raising your voice as you felt the rage bubble inside of you. "Yes you are seriously overacting to the video, there is no need to be like this. You know how much I love you and you are being stupid. The video means nothing" Trent told you as he leaned forward to try and grab your hand. "You said I love you to a girl that isn’t me, how am I supposed to react?” you shouted at him as he shook his head. "Oh you are overacting, give over babe. You know my true feelings, this isn't worth arguing over. Just come home now" Trent tried to reassure you but you were having none of it. "I am not overacting at all Trent, you are the one that was plastered all over the internet kissing and saying I love you to someone else. But I should just suck it up, no thanks. Excuse me, I think this conversation is very much done." you stood up "Again are you serious? you are really walking away from this. Why are you doing this to me? walking away from me? whatever" he shouted out as you walked off. This was the start of a new chapter.. Let me know if anyone wants part 2?

[opiopal]

a fic requested by anon and also my very first request!! and also a very silly request that makes me giggle, does this count as a crack fic? probably! (gn Mc as always ofc!) the idea was a demon rapper/singer constantly throwing shade at mc, why? cause they exist lol. (this does not properly fit into the timeline of the second session of the first OM game,)

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after coming back to the devildom, Mc of course had plenty of catching up to do! they were gone for oh so long so of course all their attention was on their friends(and also their classes), so they were pretty occupied and whenever they were alone they were most likely just napping or doing homework. so they weren't aware of any new music or trends on the internet.

but, one afternoon they had gone out for some much needed alone time, just browsing shops and thinking about what to get for lunch or if it was even worth eating at the moment at all. eventually they decided to take a small break on a bench and pull out their phone to start playing one of the many mobile games levi suggested to them, though their focus was suddenly interrupted by a hand on their shoulder. which causes them to yell and nearly drop their phone as they whip their head around and see.. solomons stupidly happy face.

"STOP. sneaking up on me. you're going to give me a heart attack."

"ah, but i didn't!"

despite feeling a little annoyed by his giggles, mc of course invited him to sit with them and catch up, since they hadn't talked much since he had suddenly teleported them back to the devildom. after what feels like a very short thirty minute chat, he suddenly turns to completely face Mc.

"you know.. I'm surprised that you're so unbothered by the recent drama,"

"... huh?? what drama?"

his eyebrows raise in amusement,

"you really dont know? With the brothers I figured that you would have heard! here, pull out your D.D.D and go to deviltube"

"ok??"

doing what he intructed, Mc ends up finding themself on a profile for a singer they hadn't heard of before, though recognized a song title or two from internet trends and character edits. solomon instructs them to listen to a song and so they do.

"I mean- it sounds good- 'seven dicked sheep bitch' is kind of a weird lyriaaAAAAAA- WAIT."

they turn to look at him

"IS- IS THIS- ABOUT ME?? WHAT??"

they take at least a good hour listening to song after song, this guy even joked about mc being related to lilith! when did that even become public information?! by the end of it they felt so angry that they were certain satan would have been able to sense it. I mean- what did they ever do to this person??

"so what do you want to do about this? I've been keeping myself from sending a few curses their way before I got your opinion on it"

"NO. no. I mean- I appreciate it but- if I just let someone else deal with it then that would just prove points.."

it was silent for a good while before an idea dawned on them.

"I could write something back,"

"how so?"

"you know, make something and put it out, its not unheard of- ugh nevermind its a stupid idea- I dont even know anything about this guy-"

the sound of a loud 'aheam' cuts mc off and spooks them, they turn their head quickly to see- mephisto??

"WHY- are people just sneaking around today?! hi hello- do you need something?"

Mephisto clears his throat, glancing around for a moment before speaking,

"well. I couldn't help but overhear your conversation-

"you mean eavesdropping for the newspaper club?"

he stops and glares at solomon for both the interruption and the completely untrue accusation!

"I overheared. and I would like to offer my assistance."

silence falls over the two humans before Mc suddenly smiles brightly

"seriously?! i would love your help with this!! I knew you secretly liked me!!"

mephisto's face reddens slightly, probably both from embarrassment and Mc's excitement.

"NO. I- simply think this sort of drama would do well for the newspaper club. I have no interest in helping your pride recover in the slightest."

"mhm, okay, sure."

later on Mc ended up texting the HOL group chat to say that they were staying over at purgatory hall for dinner, though made sure to leave out the fact that mephisto and solomon were there to keep any of the brothers from showing up. unsurprisingly, Mephisto already knew a lot about the guy, and hardly even had to search far to find any more dirt on him. though solomon didn't have a clue on the technology, he surprisingly had some skill in the poetry department, probably due to his old age, so it went smoothly. and the last time mc had sang anything was in elementary school chior, so they surprised themself. all in all it was actually kind of fun, despite the fact that all they did was spend hours on end insulting and airing out a demons dirty laundry.

eventually Mc pointed out how late it was, and that they would sneak back into the HOL and post the music under a new account. but of course they didn't leave before Mephisto made both humans swear to never mention he had anything to do with this. ever. which they agree while giggling, and they all head out and Mc does exactly what they said they would.

and just like in most tv shows written by boomers who dont know how the internet works, it gained attention FAST. mainly because a lot of nocturnal demons had found it and spread it around like crazy.

out of everyone Levi was the very first to hear about it, since he was up into the late hours of the night, and had been tagged by one of his online friends asking "hey isnt this YOUR human lolol?" and he lost his mind, of course the moment he heard about it he was vibrating with amazement and excitement until breakfast, once he knew everyone was downstairs he rushed into the dining room- only to bump into asmo, who was also going to tell everyone the same thing. asmo had been tagged by one of his followers who realized the human artist that popped out of nowhere with ten distracks in one night was also the same human Asmo posted selfies with. once the two composed themselves they told the other five as Mc sat at their chair awkardly trying to eat their breakfast as they feel the brothers eyes slowly land on them one by one. lucifer, on the outside, seemed to be disappointed that mc didn't bring this issue up with them, but on the inside was proud of them for doing something that would surely embarrass the artist. mammon, after getting over the wave of pride he felt for his human, immediately turned and brought up how much money Mc could make off of this! but it was shut down by lucifer the moment it left his mouth. satan and beel both felt angry for a moment at how someone could just insult mc so carelessly, satan calmed down once he thought about how embarrassing it must feel for the artist to not only get such a harsh response, but also to get publicly shamed by other demons. beel only calmed down after Mc told him it was ok, but he was still bummed that someone could ever say anything nasty about Mc. Belphie simply chuckled, referred to the artist as an idiot, and laid his head back down on the table, though on the inside he thought the entire thing was hilarious.

once at RAD it was apparent that it was all that everyone was talking about, and unfortunately for the teachers it was all they would focus on as well. the first to approach mc about it during RAD was Simeon and Luke, Simeon was almost giggling as he asks "so is this what you three were up to last night? I just heard Asmodeus talking about it," which Mc explains that they just didn't want anyone else to handle it with violence or even the death of this demon. Luke, his little speciest self(/j), made it known how proud he was of them for standing up to a demon. Dia of course figures out whats happening as soon as possible once he realizes the entirety of RAD is out of focus, and laughs his ass off over it, of course Mc would do something so silly! humans are so odd!! barbatos of course also finds it funny, but not as much as Dia does. mephisto is questioned by other students on it at some point once they hear he's going to put it in the school news paper, the only thing he says is that mc must have gotten their information from a very reliable source. 13 also thought it was funny, and gloated to other demons about the fact that Mc did such a thing, though later on asked Mc why they would leave her out of something this fun!

at the end of the day multiple students were given detention for being focused on the situation, and the artist was fighting for their LIFE online trying to debunk or defend everything that was mentioned in Mc's tracks, though it didn't help.

(sorry abt the lack of Raphael, I wasn't sure of how to write him- also mb for this taking me so long lol, life got in the way and I got busy) ((and also my apologies if this seems out of character for anyone at all, the emperor's groove got thrown off:[ ))

[chronicbeans]

hi I saw your masterpost and was wondering if you could write Micah Yujin x reader who suffers from asthma?? I don’t know if requests are open and I’m so sorry if they aren’t, no pressure at all

Sure! I personally don't have asthma, so I'm sorry if these aren't necessarily the most accurate. Most of my research for these things comes from Mayo Clinic and the NIH. I also went to the ACAAI for this one. These will be headcanons because they weren't specified, but if you want a short fic you can ask!

TW: Asthma Attacks, Hacking, Invasion of Privacy/Stalking

Micah Yujin with a Reader who has Asthma:

• He's a smart man. I mean, he literally found your address by hacking into your personal information. So, the chances are, he probably knows that you have asthma. Not only that, but what type of asthma you have, any allergies you have, what medication you take... you get the gist. The only problem he may have is knowing what exactly your condition may cause.

• Yes, most everybody knows asthma can cause shortness of breath and asthma attacks, but not everybody really knows the less noticable symptoms, or what to do during an asthma attack. That's not going to stop him from trying his best to learn! He's pretty internet savvy, so he knows where to look. Though, those pesky research papers have a bunch of medical terms he doesn't understand... What the hell is an etiology, or a toxicokinetic? He's probably looking at papers that are high above his medical knowledge or reading level.

• When the two of you finally end up meeting face to face, he's absolutely ecstatic! He also tries his best to accommodate for you in certain scenarios. If the two of you decide to go on a hike or walk, he'll try to go slower for you so you don't overexert yourself. If your asthma is triggered by certain dusts or allergens, he'll be keeping a sharp eye out for them to steer you away from it. He may seem to be extremely overprotective and worried about it, and he really is! He wants to protect you, but he's also painfully aware that he can't really do so when it's a chronic illness...

• If you ever end up having an asthma attack with him nearby, his first step is to internally panic. Yes, he knows what to do, but he's also terrified that it might not work. However, he'll help you sit down, use your inhaler if you have one, and get you to a safe place. All while he's internally telling himself stupid jokes to keep himself calm, and telling you words of affirmation to keep you calm. As much as he'd love to tell you the jokes he thinks of, he doesn't want to make you laugh or frustrate you while you're having difficulties breathing. Humor tends to calm him down when upset, but he knows others might get angry and think he's not taking the situation seriously. He'll tell you them after your attack passes, and you've calmed down, if you want.

• Micah is going to let you cuddle one of his dinosaurs, afterwards. If you aren't allergic to cats, he'll also let you cuddle Skrunkly. If you are, though, he'll put her into a different room for you, and vacuum the room after she's out.

• He's the type to completely forget about your asthma until you actually have a problem. Not necessarily in the sense that he'd forget to avoid your triggers. No, he'll remember them, and help you avoid them. It's more like it is second nature to him, now, and he doesn't think of your asthma as being "asthma". It's almost like he's forgotten that not everyone has the "smaller" symptoms, like coughing or slight wheezing while laughing... And that may or may not be because you're one of the few people he actually talks to. So, any small symptoms are seen as just normal, then whenever you have bigger, more serious problems related to your asthma, he'll suddenly remember that "Oh, yeah, you have asthma- OH SHIT-!" and begin panicking, because said "more serious problems" that most likely will make him actively think about your asthma are probably asthma attacks or extreme coughing fits.

• He's probably going to have a miniature checklist written down on things to bring with him whenever he's going somewhere with you. He's already been bringing a mini first aid kit with him just because it's useful, but now he's bringing a separate kit with your emergency inhaler and any medications you might need to take in an emergency, as well as a thermos of a warm, caffeinated beverage to drink if you don't have or use an inhaler. He saw somewhere online that caffeinated, warm drinks can help open the airways a little bit, so it wouldn't hurt to try.

• He's going to obsessively check in on the latest news considering research regarding asthma. Any new, scientifically backed tips and tricks on how to help ease the symptoms will be relayed to you.

• Also, is your medication too expensive? How about he just pays for it! He'll find a way to get the money! He can hack into a few places to... "borrow" a few dollars for it. Or a few thousand... Or million... No price is too high for your comfort!

• If you couldn't tell, Micah probably will be a bit overly anxious, at first. However, once he calms down and actually gets used to living or being around someone who has asthma, he calms down. It's all second nature for him at some point, and he's no longer actively thinking about it. From then on, it's all just a regular relationship! Or, at least, as regular of a relationship as you can have with an obsessive hacker that is probably stalking you... It's to protect you, he promises.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Anon who sent me the reddit links--

I'm not going to publish your ask because the details (tracking travel between different royal estates and speculating on children's whereabouts) make me uncomfortable, but I did want to point out a couple of flaws with their analysis and theories.

First, while that poster did find a lot of valid information, I'm not sure how credible it is. For one thing, the individual assumes everyone is traveling by helicopter and that's not always the case. Some people will take trains, others will drive. To assume that everyone commutes by helicopter and base a theory on precisely that fact, it's flawed. Take it with a spoonful of salt.

Second, there's a heck of lot of confirmation bias happening. It's a bit hard to explain, but much of the analysis reads like everyone has presumed "the Waleses are hiding something" and "something is seriously wrong with Kate" and they're interpreting everything they see through that lens. It's not the best way to analyze information - when you're doing an analysis, you're looking at all the data and considering all the facts to create a narrative. What these posts feel like is somone has already established a narrative and they're shoehorning data to validate that narrative.

For example, the posters and commenters have presumed that William is the one taking all these helicopters because they're finding routes from Windsor Castle to Kensington Palace to the Sandringham/Anmer Hall part of Norfolk. They're assuming the helicopter is going to Anmer Hall but the helicopter could just as easily be carrying passengers destined for Sandringham because we don't actually know where the helipad/landing spot is in relation to the physical buildings and estates. So for all we know, the helicopters they're claiming is William's taking him to Anmer Hall could actually be Charles's taking him to Sandringham.

Another example. The posters suggest that because another helicopter was tracked from Kensington Palace to Anmer Hall to near-Wembley-Stadium, they've all assumed that William was staying at Kensington Palace, flew to Anmer Hall to pick up George, then flew father and son to Wembley Stadium for football. That assumption ignores the fact that the Waleses travel almost consistently as a family unit. William isn't going to stay at Kensington Palace when the rest of his family is in Windsor or at Anmer Hall. He's most likely going to be wherever George is so the trip leg from Kensington Palace to Anmer Hall probably isn't William living by himself in Kensington Palace traveling to pick up George for their football outing; it's the helicopter's point of origin. There were probably no passengers on the leg from Kensington Palace to Anmer Hall, William and George were picked up from Anmer Hall, and they flew together to near-Wembley Stadium. Because helicopters don't just magically appear when someone snaps their fingers. Helicopters have to go to where their passengers are and if the helicopter's "home" is Kensington Palace, then obviously it's going to fly from Kensington Palace to Anmer Hall.

What the redditor posters are doing is they've predefined the narrative and are cherrypicking data that matches the story they want to tell. It's confirmation bias, using Court Circular events and flight tracking. I wouldn't believe anything they find until (or unless) there are photographs of the travel in transit that clearly show who the passengers are.

It's incredibly flawed and, ultimately, incredibly dangerous should the information fall in the wrong hands. That's why I'm not posting the original asks with the links - because it's not an objective analysis. It's an analysis focused specifically on their opinion that the palace is lying about Kate's condition, her whereabouts, and the children's whereabouts.

Bottom line: consider everything you're told as absolute from internet people that don't have clear incontrovertible receipts - yes, that means me too - with "what if" skepticism.

(Also I don't pay too much attention to their "haha William's a hypocrite for flying helicopters everywhere despite being an eco warrior. First, William doesn't preach about eco travel while he's doing all this. Yeah, it's a little weird that he and the presenters gets to travel to all the Earthshot ceremonies but the actual honorees/nominees have to Zoom in but that's a separate issue. Second, it's been confirmed that William occasionally pilots these helicopters himself to get the hours he needs to maintain his pilot license. I think that's smart. Not only is it showing his children that just because they're part of monarchy doesn't mean they have to give up the things they love, it's also maintaining a vital skill should the unthinkable happen and there's no more monarchy.)

[centrally-unplanned]

This was a good article on the cultural trope of the "menhera", mentally-ill girls with a focus on self-harm that is its own aesthetic and trope. It has relatively little "academic culture studies bullshit" you have to wade through to get to the actually good information, fresh air for me!

The history of the term it outlines is a datapoint for pattern confirmation of how so much internet culture evolved from the 2000's to the modern era. Early 2000's 2ch pioneered the term self-referentially, a tag for their own identity as depressed, largely-male otaku & neets. Discussions of self-harm came up in those threads, but menhera was never used in them; it was a more general term. Then, starting in the mid-2000's, 2chan had a growing population of highly social-political, vaguely-right-coded posters, in newly founded boards like nyusoku, who started using the word for outsiders; both other online-types but also young girls as part of gender discourse. Here is was primarily pejorative; attention seeking BDP-cursed losers.

But like so many things these communities were never isolated, nor were they monocultures; plenty of women and others with different views hung out on them, discoursed about it, and so on - and the terms captured real things in the culture, so the first mover lock-in was a go. And then in the 2010's, the internet massively changed with the rise of smartphones. In Japan "everyone" was already online a little bit earlier, but still the growing ease of uploading diverse content allowed ideas that were previously inaccessible in text-heavy forums broke out via comics, photos, videos, etc - with the people best positioned to take advantage of that being those who had been around the web for a while, and knew all this weird 2ch stuff. A raft of mainly female artists started drawing autobiographical-ish comics explicitly labelling themselves as menhera; all the same so-called negative behaviors, but made cute, funny, and self-aware.

That early media proceeds to be humorous and mocking, but still "authentic" to the artists, who are depressives themselves. But after that initial earnest era, the symbols get tropified - now you can just cosplay Needy Streamer Overload and it is just a look, a costume you take on and off as you see fit. As the article is obligated to do when it quotes Hiroki Azuma, it is now part of the "database" of internet culture.

You can sub a lot of culture objects in Japan & America both into that same timeline - a mixed of social & technological forces pushing niche internet ideas into the mainstream where they are sanitized. Though here Japan's depolitical culture made this transition easier - I don't think wearing "self-harm bracelets" to give you that ~slit-wrist aesthetic~ plays quite as well in the West because of expectations that sensitive topics be treated with more seriousness. But you can learn as much from the divergence as you can from the consensus, so that just adds to the parallel for me.

[deckofcookiez]

The Alex Kister Situation

Alright; I've been more of a lurker on here for awhile, but for months now--almost a year--I've been a massive fan of the Mandela Catalogue, and this fandom has been a major form of escapism and safety for me. So, I feel the need to say something about the current situation.

To start, I'm putting a link to the document with all of the information about what happened, as it's important to read it and learn about this whole situation in depth:

With that out of the way, I just wanted to share my own personal opinion; personally, Mandela Catalogue has legitimately become my special interest. I have pretty much obsessed over it ever since I first found it, and everything I've written or drawn since then has been to do with it. It's been very important to me, especially due to the community here on tumblr, as this fandom is probably the most supportive and open places on the internet I've found. I feel a lot more connected because of it, and it made me feel comfortable and safe.

I was in a bad mental space today, and when I found out about this, I had a pretty bad breakdown--some might call it an overreaction, but you don't know just how dependent my mental health had become on this series and fandom. (I will be working on avoiding this habit in the future, as it isn't healthy to depend so heavily on one interest)

After reading through the document, and just seeing so many opinions and contributions from others, I am almost certain that these allegations are true. But I always, always listen to all perspectives before making judgement, so I will not be going full "I hate Alex, he's a despicable person!!" before Alex gives his own point of view.

That being said, I do believe Alex has serious issues that he needs to get handled. I am hesitant to call this pedophilia, as from what I've gathered, he didn't seem to have active malicious intent towards minors(correct me if I missed something that said otherwise)--rather, I get the impression that Alex simply doesn't understand boundaries, and genuinely saw his fans as mutuals. He seems to be a person who's manipulative--whether intentionally or not--and his personal relationships, platonic, romantic, or sexual, turn very toxic because of this. So, trying to have personal relationships with fans, people who look up to him and see him in a very different light, results in inevitable toxicity as well.

I get the sense that Alex simply is a young person, struggling with mental health and gender dysphoria, who was thrust into extreme popularity very suddenly, and doesn't have the maturity level to handle it properly. Overall, I do not support him, if he continues to act like this--if he makes genuine, real efforts to deal with his mental health and his unhealthy behaviours, I would respect him for that. I wouldn't look at him quite the same, but as long as someone makes genuine efforts to better themself after doing something wrong, I appreciate and respect that, and may eventually give forgiveness. But, if he doesn't make those efforts, if he continues his patterns and refuses to try and get better, then that is on him and at that point I have lost any and all respect for him. At that point, you are not a good or reasonable person, in my eyes.

Regardless of how things go with Alex himself, though, I want to say...

You do not have to support a creator to enjoy their work!!

I am a huge fan of Danny Phantom, and that show's creator is a genuine piece of shit. Like, a truly despicable human being. That fandom successfully has, just... completely ripped the show and characters from their creator. They have cut him out entirely, nothing he says holds any impact or meaning to them and it hasn't for years. He's seriously fallen off. And it's still a fun, active fandom! The people in there are super neat!!

And, hell, look at the whole mess with J. K. Rowling!! She is an absolutely disgusting person. But so many people grew up with Harry Potter, and still like her stories, without actively supporting her--lots of creators turn out to be really awful people, but that doesn't mean that what they made is automatically awful as well. They still have some kind of creative ability, that happened to produce something that garnered a significant amount of attention.

We don't need Alex to still enjoy the concept, characters, and overall story he's created. We can still make fanworks, still appreciate what it is that drew us to the series in the first place.

Honestly, out of everything that the fallout of this would bring, I was most terrified of the fandom itself dying, as that is what truly matters the most to me. This place, these people are so important to me, and I am so scared of this community falling apart. I've already seen plenty of people stating that they will no longer be associating with TMC, and are just completely distancing themselves from it. It feels like things are already dying and disappearing and it really, really fucking hurts.

I guess what I'm trying to say, is that... if that is your choice, if you truly do not want to associate with TMC anymore whatsoever, then I don't blame you for it. I understand if you can't look at the series the same way after this, and I respect that choice.

But you don't have to, if it still means anything to you. Fandoms are more than just their creators--they're the community that has been built around the work, and this community is possibly the best one I've ever been in. I don't want to see it die. So, just know, that you can still love this fandom, this story, these characters, without supporting Alex. You can still draw the characters, make OCs, write fanfiction, etc. He won't get money from that--only from directly watching his content or buying his merch.

Finally, I'd like to say to go support the victims. They didn't deserve this--no matter what Alex's intentions were. Please support them, and regardless of how this turns out, do not continue actively supporting Alex Kister. I am sure that, whatever his intentions were, he did still harm people and that is not okay.

Also, this is all just my own opinion, based on what I know; I was not in the discord, I don't have Twitter, I don't personally know anyone involved and I have not seen everything regarding the situation as a whole. I simply felt I should state my current opinion, as I'm seeing a lot of people freaking out and spiraling and just leaving the fandom entirely. I wanted to remind people that it's okay to still enjoy this fandom and be a part of it, without Alex. My opinion may change some with new information I find, but overall, I am of the opinion that Alex should not be supported, while the Mandela Catalogue itself can be separated from him and still be enjoyed and appreciated.

And, whatever happens... Adam Murray, Jonah Marshall and Thatcher Davis are officially honorary characters in my stash of little guys. If he's not fit to keep them then they will become my creative outlet instead (and others who love them, obviously). They're very special characters to me, I can't express just how many things I have written and drawn to do with them, and I refuse to give them up.

(another addition, regarding the apparent 'alter egos' Alex apparently had: Possibly consider DID? I know a lot of people with DID will often mistake it for other things, including simply being gender non-conforming, when in actuality they really have alters that just identify differently. Not diagnosing, I don't know enough about him to make any real claims--it was just a thought.)

[timeagainreviews]

Doctor Who isn't Dead Yet

Last month “Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga,” made headlines for having the lowest box office numbers on Memorial Day weekend. This is in spite of also being number one at the box office, just beating out “The Garfield Movie.” The movie was a certified flop, which is a shame because it’s stupendous (seriously, watch it sometime if you haven’t.)  I saw it a week after its release and already it had been relegated to the smallest theatre in the complex with only two screenings on a Friday. This small theatre had maybe eight people in attendance. To look at it, you would have to agree with those who say cinema is dying. It’s ironic then that Sutekh’s gift of death is what appears to have breathed a lot of life into my local cinema over the weekend.

To celebrate the Doctor Who season one finale, the BBC opted to show it in theatres across the UK. The screening began at eleven o’clock with “The Legend of Ruby Sunday,” and followed into midnight with “Empire of Death.” As we arrived, I saw many happy Whovians in cosplay buzzing with excited energy. The lobby was full of people in Tom Baker scarves and blue TARDIS t-shirts chattering away about their fan theories while they loaded up on snacks. The person dressed like the Fourteenth Doctor sitting in front of me was bouncing in their seat so much that I kept getting glimpses of David Tennant hair in my periphery. Needless to say, people were very excited. I don’t know if it was the fact that it was nearly 1 AM, but I did not see that same energy on the way out. So what happened?

It’s no secret that the overall fan reaction to RTD’s finale episode is one of being very underwhelmed. I even used that exact word to my friends on the way out of the theatre. I chose that word carefully. I didn’t want to imply that I hated it, because I didn’t. But after an entire season of build-up, I expected certain conditions to have been met. I’ve mentioned in the past that one of the benefits of this new midnight release schedule is that I often watch the episodes more than once. I find this helpful because the second viewing always allows me the opportunity to view the story divorced from my own expectations. But I have to ask- were my expectations so unfounded to begin with? Where did they come from if not the show itself?

Recently in an interview, Russell T Davies stated that he has been writing Doctor Who in such a way that it would generate a buzz on the internet. If people were talking about it, then maybe people would start watching it. While I am sure this method can increase engagement, it also has its shortcomings. Trickling information is all well in good, but when is it not enough? There is a point where teasing becomes more tedious than tantalising. Just look at Steven Moffat and Trenzalore- a concept that got so dragged out that by the time we finally got there, it was hard to care. Another downside is that it also raises people’s expectations to such a degree that it can be hard to meet said expectations.

Had this episode been written by Steven Moffat, we wouldn’t have picked up right back where we had left off. We’d have probably begun the episode on Agua Santina with the Doctor receiving the spoon from the kind woman. But this is more of a classic Doctor Who-style episode where the cliffhanger continues along. Last week I had guessed that Sutekh was a sort of trinity of Susan Triad, his jackal aspect, and Ruby Sunday. But as we learn in this story, not only is Ruby not related to Sutekh, but Susan Triad is no more Sutekh than Harriet Argbinger. That is not to say that she is any less dangerous in this moment. She holds out her hand to spread the dust of death which quickly begins to envelop London, then the world, and eventually, the universe, or at least the places where the Doctor has visited.

I rather liked the getaway scene with the Doctor and Mel. It was great to see Mel taking control of the situation. The Doctor almost feels like the companion following her away from danger. Her “Come on, cowboy!” line was so good. Once again, I really like what they’re doing with Mel in this season. The fact that she could have been this person in classic Doctor Who really annoys me that she wasn’t. While I grew to appreciate classic Mel in her own right, I’ll take modern-day UNIT Mel over screaming Mel any day. Bonnie Langford is coming here to Glasgow Film and Comic Con in August and I fully expect her line to be longer than when I saw her in 2015. She has been a highlight of this season and I fully did not expect to love her return as much as I have.

As the dust spreads through London, UNIT is still reacting to the presence of Sutekh wrapped around the TARDIS. Last week my friend said to me about Morris’ segway “How much do you want to bet that thing shoots lasers?” And sure enough, it shoots something. The UNIT team unload holy hell on Sutekh and Harriet, but nothing lands. Before getting in a little reference to her father, Kate Lethbridge-Stewart and her team are reduced to dust. Even the Vlinx’s head pops off, so not even robots are safe. Once again, the RTD2 era has borrowed from the Marvel Cinematic Universe. As Sutekh’s dust of death spread across the globe causing people to disintegrate, I leaned over to my wife and said “Mister Stark, I don’t feel so good,” in reference to the Thanos snap. Whatever. Marvel doesn’t own disintegration.

We see Mrs Flood and Cherry get swept up in the dust. Before she dies, Mrs Flood delivers some cryptic words that lead me to think she’s more than just a Time Lord but something far more powerful. However, she’s not so powerful as to avoid Sutekh’s gift. It’s hard to say just what is happening there, so I am not even going to attempt it. The Doctor and Mel find their way through the dust back to UNIT HQ where Ruby is still standing in the time window. Last week I mentioned that the memory of a TARDIS could become the Memory TARDIS from “Tales of the TARDIS,” and boy was I right. I love being right, especially after being wrong all season. I still want someone to be the Rani. At this point, they’re just messing with me.

Before we move along, I do want to call out an aspect of the dust scene that bothers me, and that’s Carla. Last week we saw Ruby tell Carla that she needed to either help or get out of the way. Historically, this would be where someone like Jackie Tyler would find some way to be helpful. I half expected a moment where it feels like all is lost until Carla comes out of nowhere like Ric Flair with a steel chair, saving our heroes from certain doom. It could have even been a self-sacrifice moment where she is still turned to dust. It would have been tragic and fuelled the Doctor and Ruby’s resolve. Instead, we see her in a cab on her way home after having witnessed her daughter's memories invoke the devil. What was even the point of her saying “Well, if your mother's part of it then, Ruby, you can tell her your mother is too,” if they do nothing with it? It felt so out of character for her to up and leave Ruby behind like that, and I feel like that lies solely at Davies’ feet.

It’s funny to me that in the lead-up to “Empire of Death,” people were saying “I hope they explain how Sutekh escaped the time vortex.” Mostly because it hardly matters, but also because they rarely explain how the Master or Davros escape death time and time again. Why is Sutekh any different? What is funny is that Sutekh escapes dying of old age in the time vortex by hitching a ride through the time vortex for thousands of years. Instead of dying, this just makes him stronger. He goes from an Osiran to a full-blown Titan. Sutekh reveals to the Doctor that Susan Triad was an aspect of the Doctor’s granddaughter who he had learned about while integrating himself with the TARDIS. He peppers these aspects of Susan throughout the universe wherever the Doctor lands. However, other than sharing a name, I don’t understand what Susan Triad has to do with Susan Foreman. They’re both brilliant and kind, but is this implying that Susan Triad is what the Doctor’s granddaughter might regenerate into? It’s a bit confusing.

After using Ruby’s memory to fully materialise the Memory TARDIS, the Doctor and his two companions escape Sutekh’s grasp, but even the Doctor senses that maybe Sutekh is keeping them alive. The visual of Sutekh sitting atop the TARDIS in his silent empire of death is an arresting one. I appreciated the sound design allowing the audience to really feel that silence. No music. No people. Nothing. Though on a scientific level, it does strike me as a bit odd that the entire universe is now dead. The Doctor may have had thousands of adventures across time and space, but I have to imagine there are countless planets out there which remained untouched by Sutekh’s dust. But I’m willing to suspend disbelief in this instance. 

After tying the Memory TARDIS together with intelligent rope, the Doctor, Ruby, and Mel, drift aimlessly in the Memory TARDIS. It’s uncertain how long they travel this way, but they manage to fit a costume change for the Doctor and an entire episode of “Tales of the TARDIS,” in there. Carrying a television screen still linked with the time window, we learn that the time window is still obeying Ruby’s commands as it had last week. Originally I had suspected this was because she was some sort of aspect of Sutekh, but as we have now learned, it’s simply Sutekh aiding Ruby’s search for her mother. After using the screen to explain to Ruby who and what Sutekh is, the screen also begins to show the Doctor and Ruby a way forward in the form of Roger ap Gwilliam. Meanwhile, Mel is being tracked by Sutekh through the dead cells in her body.

The scene on Agua Santina with the Doctor and the Kind Woman played by Sian Clifford was one of the strongest moments in the episode for me. We had watched the death wave spread across the earth, but this was a way to see how it affected people on an individual basis. Because the death wave happened at multiple points in time, we were able to see how it manifests from multiple angles. Having established the analogous relationship between time and memory, we can see how memory may begin to fade before life. People may still exist, but they won’t remember the name of their birth city because the person who would have named it died before they were able. But even more chilling is how the death wave doesn’t just travel up through bloodlines, but backwards as well. There’s an undeniable cruelty to making a woman have to experience losing her child before experiencing the same fate. It’s evil for evil’s sake and proof that Sutekh isn’t just an arbiter of death, but a demon as well.

The Kind Woman gifts the Doctor a spoon which he promises her he will use to save the universe. Fans of the Twelfth Doctor will have gotten excited by this promise as we’ve seen what the Doctor can do with a spoon. Instead, the Doctor uses it for metal, and possibly not even for metal, but for the memories within the metal. I found this all very weird as they literally showed Mel holding the Thirteenth Doctor’s sonic screwdriver which is not only made of metal, but several spoons. Was there really nothing on the Memory TARDIS with enough memory to jam into that TV screen? It’s a weird series of events punctuated by yet another weird occurrence when the Memory TARDIS gifts the Doctor with a whistle like we’re supposed to know why it’s significant. Nothing in the history of Doctor Who has been controlled by a whistle other than K9. Yet the Doctor puts it around his neck like it makes total sense and isn’t just some non-sequitur moment.

I said last week that I was waiting for “Empire of Death,” before I could fully know how I felt about “The Legend of Ruby Sunday.” Sometimes, a follow-up episode can enrich the experience of a previous story, while other times it can sully it a bit. You can imagine then my surprise when the episode that was sullied wasn’t “The Legend of Ruby Sunday,” but rather “73 Yards,” instead. My takeaway from “73 Yards,” was that the Doctor stepped on the fairy ring, releasing Mad Jack and setting the events of the story into motion. Ruby would then use the semper distans woman to scare away Roger ap Gwilliam and then again to save the Doctor. The Doctor doesn’t stand on the fairy circle, and Mad Jack never escapes. So if Roger ap Gwilliam still exists in the future, what was the point of any of of “73 Yards”? This doesn’t feel “wibbly wobbly, timey wimey,” as much as it feels “wibbly wobbly, shitty witty.” It just feels messy.

The Doctor tells Ruby and Mel that in 2046, DNA cataloguing became compulsory to anyone living in the UK. It feels on brand with Roger ap Gwilliam’s xenophobic platform, so no problems there. Meanwhile, Mel is being used like a spy, but the Doctor has been wary of her since she started appearing exhausted on the Memory TARDIS. The Doctor takes a blood sample from Ruby but just as they get a match on the DNA database, Evil Mel takes the wheel and transports them back to UNIT HQ leaving the Memory TARDIS behind. Finally, Sutekh has the information he needs to learn the name of Ruby’s mother. He will now learn how this unknown person has been able to thwart his gift of death and avoid detection.

What happens next is probably the weakest part of the entire episode. The Doctor and Ruby manage to fool Sutekh into thinking they are about to tell him Ruby’s mother’s identity, but it’s only so Ruby can get close enough to slap some intelligent rope around his collar. Why this feels weak to me is that it means somehow the Doctor and Ruby managed to squirrel away intelligent rope before exiting the Memory TARDIS. This means they would have had to do this without Mel noticing. And while I get that it’s intelligent rope, they basically pull it out of their asses because it’s nowhere to be seen. The fact that intelligent rope is a McGuffin that’s a callback to a pair of gloves many of us will have forgotten since the Christmas episode makes this moment all the weaker. The Doctor then uses his whistle in yet another McGuffin moment that allows him to control the TARDIS and shoot Harriet out the door. With the TARDIS finally back in the Doctor’s control, it’s time to take doggo for walkies!

The Doctor drags Sutekh through the Time Vortex bringing death to death, which causes life. Miraculously, if not luckily, people who we had watched die to the dust are now alive again. Colonel Chidozie is back. The Vlinx’s head is reattached somehow. And Cherry whose final memory of Mrs Flood was of her being cryptic and creepy is so happy to be alive again that she’s hugging the creepy old freak regardless. Cool. Not weird at all. Just people acting like real people. I don’t understand Cherry. She thinks the Doctor is trouble, but Mrs Flood is totally normal. What is it with these last two episodes and getting both Carla and Cherry’s characters so wrong? What gives, Russell?

The Doctor then does the right thing and cuts the intelligent rope, causing Sutekh to burn away in the Time Vortex. I guess this time it’s deadly because he’s not integrated with the TARDIS. That’s my best bet. I’m also willing to bet that the reason it snowed around Ruby and played Christmas music in her presence was due to Sutekh’s influence. He wanted to know the answer so badly that the memory manifested around her any time she got close to it. This is just speculation on my behalf, but it makes enough sense.

Speaking of Ruby’s birth mother (and not her real mother as they kept calling her) UNIT is able to find out who Ruby’s mother is, and she’s just some lady. I know some people were mad about this and I guess I can see why. There was so much emphasis on who her mother was that for it to be nobody special must have been a disappointment. Personally, I thought it was the least interesting mystery of the entire season. I get that she wanted to know who her birth mother was, but I was never emotionally invested in the storyline. The only thing that made it sort of interesting was the idea that there was a reason it was a big deal. You can’t feign surprise when audiences expect something to be big when it’s you who told us to feel that way. 

What I find strangest about Ruby’s mother is the way she points at the sign that says Ruby Road. First of all, why the hell was she standing like that? As body language goes, she looks less like she’s naming her child, and more like she’s marking the Doctor for death. Furthermore, why is she dressed like she’s about to hitch a ride on Shai-Hulud? But even weirder is how Ruby even ended up with the name Ruby. Ruby says “I always thought I was called Ruby because the social workers chose it or the paramedics or whatever. But, no, it was her.” But literally the only person who would have seen her pointing was the Doctor, and he left immediately after. So it really was the social workers who chose it or the paramedics or whatever. It feels less like she was pointing to name Ruby, and more like she was pointing to get the internet rumour mill buzzing. It worked, but at what cost?

Ruby finally meets her birth mother in a coffee shop. She’s a nice woman named Louise Miller who looks a lot like Lucie Miller, but I’ve learned my lesson this season with getting my hopes up. While Ruby and Louise embrace for the first time, the Doctor looks on remembering the granddaughter he left behind. Divorced from the hype, I’m fine with Ruby’s mum being nobody special. While I wasn’t a huge fan of Rian Johnson’s “The Last Jedi,” one aspect I really enjoyed was that Rey’s parents were just a couple of nobodies. It reinforced the idea that a Jedi can come from anywhere. Ruby doesn’t have to be anyone special for us to care about her. Unfortunately, so much of her story was tied up in this because ultimately, it did hurt her character development. I’d like to think that this is all part of the growing pains in finding a new equilibrium of fan excitement and good storytelling.

The Doctor knows he and Ruby must part ways. She has a whole new chapter of her life to explore and he would only get in the way. I mentioned after “Rogue” that Ruby was reminding the Doctor to embrace his human side, and here it is all over again. She has reminded him of the importance of family. He lets Ruby go because he can see that her need for a place to belong is greater than his need to have a travelling companion. Even if Ruby can’t see it right away, the Doctor is right. Their time together has come to an end. While Ruby has left the TARDIS, you do get the impression that we’ll see her again. There have been rumours that Millie Gibson has filmed some of season two, so don’t be surprised if we do see more of Ruby Sunday.

On a second viewing, I liked this episode a lot more than the first time. Like I said, divorced from my own expectations, I could see the episode for what it is. But the audience’s underwhelmed reaction is partly the fault of Davies’ machinations to get the internet talking about Doctor Who. He spends an entire season talking about the Doctor’s granddaughter Susan, but the only time we see Carole Ann Ford is in a flashback of her face with zero dialogue. We’re led to believe Mrs Flood is going to be something, but every time we feel like she is about to reveal some more information, she gives us more of the same tired bullshit she’s been doing since the first time we saw her. It begins to feel like television done in the same model as live service games. Keep subscribing. Stick around for additional content. Things trickle out over a gruelling pace. They gave us answers, but it feels like they could have given us more. Who was the Boss the Meep referred to? Is it the same Boss as the one giving Rogue so much paperwork? Will Susan actually appear at some point? Who is Mrs Flood and why is she always dressing like the Doctor’s companions? Instead, we learned who Ruby’s birth mother was, which, as I said, was the least interesting mystery of them all.

I do hope that these are just Davies and Co. finding their footing. The previous first season with Christopher Eccleston had a lot of experimentation as well. I somewhat wish that they had waited to see fan reactions before filming so much of season two. It might have done them some good to see people’s reactions to some of their big changes. I’m as rainy day a fan as rainy day fans get and even I felt they missed the mark on occasion. I think in trying to court a younger audience they lost a little of the essence of what made the show so appealing in the first place. Good writing and unique situations are the bedrock of Doctor Who. It doesn’t need to be Star Wars or Marvel. The fact that Doctor Who isn’t those things is why I love it so much. I can’t be alone in that.

The Christmas special is next. Followed by season two. After that, who knows? While Doctor Who has been number five in streaming drama, it hasn’t quite done the numbers Disney and Davies were hoping for. The show haemorrhaged viewers during the Chibnall era and even more when culture war pissants cried foul over trans actors and Davros redesigns. But it’s also just a symptom of the times we live in. Television is changing. People prefer short-form videos in portrait mode. The glut of streaming services is pushing away consumers while AI threatens to replace writers and artists alike. I’m reminded of Alan Moore when he said “I believe that our culture is turning to steam.” It’s important now more than ever that we continue consuming art made by real people. Regardless of whether you felt underwhelmed with the finale, keep watching Doctor Who. Show it to your friends. Host watch parties. Go see it when they play it in the theatres. Rewatch it when you’re feeling blue. Keep making fan art. Keep writing fanfic. Keep voicing your reactions, good and bad. Get over petty fandom squabbles. Because there may come a day soon when there is no new Doctor Who to get upset over.

[thebigoblin]

play stupid games

tags: Established Relationship, Alpha Derek Hale, Attempt at Humor, Cheesy, Fluff, Derek Hale is a Softie, Implied Sexual Content

a/n: inspired by a reel on instagram. and the title is from Taylor's song "Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince."

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The tabs opened on his chrome browser make no sense. Not one bit. But he supposes that's just a representation of his own mind, and his morbid curiosity, and whose fault is that, really? No one's. Perhaps his mom's — but no more than it's his dad's to have given him his obsession with everything non-sensical. His dad just has to find patterns, and really, maybe his entire problem is that he is the combination of two very weirdly specific people.

What was he working on, again?

He squints at the tabs. There's too many of them, the edges stuck together so close it's like one long continuous tab instead, but he can see the lines between them, even if deciphering which tab is what is proving difficult. He could have used separate windows, but oh no, all sane ideas come to him after things are said and done.

Seriously, what was he working on?

"What are you working on?"

"What the fuck!"

The sound of another person in the room, so close to his ear, hot breath on the left side of his neck, has him jumping and flailing on his desk chair.

Rough and familiar hands grab him so that he doesn't brain himself against the floor by falling right off the chair, and he curses, because this is his life.

Once he's sitting straight, he glares up at the smirking asshole beside him. "Fuck you," he says, with feeling. "I'm giving you a bell for Christmas!"

Derek's lips tick upwards, like ha ha, that's funny. Funny that Stiles thinks he could get away with that. "My birthday gift has to be something good, then."

"I'll show a good gift!"

"That's what I am saying, Stiles."

"Ugh, you're fucking annoying." He's still glaring up at Derek, the angle not kind to his neck, so he looks back down at the screen. Derek just moves closer, a line of heat against his side that has Stiles' anger nearly melting off, but no! He'll persist.

Distraction. Yes. That is what he needs, so he clicks his mouse rather aggressively and moves the arrow to one of the tabs randomly. The title of it hovers over the tab as he does so, and Stiles wonders what could have prompted him to look at a YouTube video of making a DIY skirt from old clothes.

"You would look good in a short red skirt." Derek says this right into his left ear, his lips moving along his skin, from the top of his ear to the bottom of it, and because he's obnoxious, Derek bites his earlobe, too.

"Go away!" He slaps at Derek's chest, but his boyfriend only laughs at his half-hearted attempts. "Nuh uh, you're distracting me and I- I have work!"

"What work?"

Stiles doesn't really remember.

"You forgot, didn't you?" Derek just laughs some more, his hands wrapping around Stiles' shoulders, and Stiles pouts. "Search something for me."

"You have your own smartphone and internet, Distractingwolf!"

"But I also have you," Derek states this, a smile in his voice, and hey, it's true.

Stiles rolls his eyes and mutters, "Sap," before asking, "What?"

"I want to check something, but there's a condition."

Stiles cocks his eyebrow, just like Derek does. He's been spending too much time with Derek, and it's because of shit like this: Derek likes to climb the side of the Sheriff's house, get inside the Sheriff's barely-legal son's bedroom, and spend time either glaring at Stiles, pushing him onto surfaces like the door and walls and the bed and kissing him, or making him do random internet searches that 99% of the time happens to be information of a new supernatural creature they have to deal with.

Point is, Stiles has been spending too much time with Derek, and he loves it a fucking lot.

"Condition, huh? You getting kinky on me, Sourwolf?"

Derek moves around his chair so that his bulging biceps and sexy, veiny arms — that he knows are there below the leather jacket and the henley because he's seen his boyfriend shirtless, even if unfortunately they haven't wandered down to pantless situations — brackets him between the desk and the chair. The movement also pushes his chair further towards the desk, just a little, and Derek's chin rests on top of Stiles' hair.

"Maybe." Stiles' whole body shivers at the thought of it. They haven't had sex, but Stiles yaps about it, thinks about it often. Wants to take Derek in his mouth, wants Derek to have his way with him. He wants, and wishes, for Derek to be inside him — pound him so hard he forgets what life is, just for a moment or two or more. He's seen the alpha strength, and it's too much. Perfect. "Stiles."

"You can't blame a guy for wanting to have sex with his hot werewolf boyfriend," he retorts, huffing at the reprimand. "I can wait until you are ready, and I will, but I can think about it, can't I?"

Derek doesn't answer him, just puts his hand over Stiles' on the mouse and moves it the way he likes it. Stiles wants to be that, a ragdoll under Derek's ministrations, and nope, he can't pop a boner right now. He wants sex, but he respects Derek. But he's also a healthy ninetenn-year-old young man, and there goes his dick in his sweatpants, chubbing up like a balloon being filled with air.

Derek opens up a new window and goes to Google, his free hand coming to rest on Stiles' thigh. Stiles' breath hitches.

"Stiles," Derek's voice is low, his sex-voice. They've never done handjobs, or blowjobs, or any real dick-on-dick or hand-on-dick or mouth-on-dick action, but they have done phone sex, and about 50% of Stiles' brain, at this point, is filled with how Derek sounds when he's turned on, commanding. Close to coming, post-pleasure. Stiles knows this voice, too.

"You don't have to do anything you're not ready to," Stiles says, and he means it. Derek's head dips down and he kisses Stiles on the neck, a silent acknowledgement — Derek knows Stiles won't force him. It's okay.

"You always say 'hot werewolf boyfriend.' Not just 'hot boyfriend.' Why."

"Inflection, alpha, that's a thing." Derek pinches his thigh, and Stiles lets out a small sound at the sudden action, then grins. "You are a hot werewolf." He turns his head, pulls with his own free hand, his left hand, the one not trapped beneath Derek's on the mouse, and has Derek's head turn towards him. He kisses him, sure once, sure twice, and third time just because. Derek's eyes are intense on him as he pulls back. "I like all of you. I'd shout it out of the rooftops of all the buildings in the town if I was allowed to, Derek."

Derek smiles, and Stiles' heart beats triple time in his chest, which suddenly feels too small for everything Derek makes him feel.

They stare at one another for one more moment, and then they turn towards the screen, the cursor having moved on the screen, evidently because of their absent grip on the mouse. Derek takes his hand back and Stiles misses the warmth, but he dutifully leans forward to type in Derek's enquiry of the evening.

"Stiles, kiss me if I'm wrong, but Dinosaurs still exist, right?"

Stiles' hand spams on top of the keyboard.

He waits for the punchline to come.

When it doesn't, he gets up, turns, flails at his dork of a boyfriend, who is grinning at him, cocky and full of shit, and punches him in the chest.

"I take it back. I don't want anybody to know you belong to me. Fuck you, Derek Hale."

"Actually, I asked for a kiss, and only on the condition that I'm wrong."

"Oh, you're so, so wrong, you jerk, and you're gonna pay for it."

Stiles has now pulled the uno reverse card and boxed in Derek against his bed. Derek cocks his eyebrow at him. "Oh?"

"Yeah, oh. You're gonna kiss me, like, a 1000 times! That was the worst pick up line ever, what the fuck, who is teaching you these things?!"

Stiles pushes Derek onto his bed and starts peppering kisses on Derek's forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his chin, and of course, his lips. After a while, Derek flips them over, and they cuddle, and then they lazily make-out until their lips are swollen and red.

Derek is asleep after that, and thank god for his dad's out of town police conference, and Stiles falls asleep, too.

And that's how Stiles completely forgets about his presentation due on Monday, which is a day after.

(Derek helps him with it, and they spend the whole of Sunday making out, cuddling, and trying to out-do each other with worse and worse pick-up lines. Derek wins, because apparently he is the king of those, and Stiles just falls in deeper, his chest feels even smaller, and his feelings for Derek just seem like something he can't possibly have, too precious and important and so, so much).

[yuusishi]

*crashes in* hey :]

I've cometh to request even more of the twst bois with a nightmare-prone s/o, this time with Sebek, Rook and Jack (they need more love lol)

. . . SLEEPLESS NIGHTS

pairings : Sebek Zigvolt , Rook Hunt x gn!reader

genre : fluff , comfort (?)

cws/tws : mentions of nightmares , sleep deprivation

a/n : I didn't expect this to get as long as it did tbh also I'm sorry I didn't include Jack 😭 I was super unsure on how to write him in this scenario

Rook Hunt !!

He found out about your situation when he was people watching during break time and he just saw you faint around the Great Seven statues. Thinking you had a heat stroke or maybe you weren’t eating well and passed out from starvation, he sprinted to you and took you immediately to the clinic. He stayed with you the entire time.

The professors looked for him since he was absent for 3 periods waiting for you to wake up, thankfully he informed Vil of what was happening and he explained to the professors for Rook.

He'll much prefer helping you using more natural remedies like changing some things in your bedroom, changing your schedule, etc. instead of resorting to anything magic for your safety. He knows things like magic and potions would be the easy way out, but nothing comes without a catch and he would rather die than cause you harm.

Rook catches on really fast on when you’re about to pass out, so he always sits next to you if you have the same classes to catch you in case you start falling forward, he wouldn’t want you accidentally hitting your head on the wooden table. After explaining your situation to Professor Crewel, you now have Rook as your permanent partner for alchemy class!!

He’s quick to hush you when you suddenly sit up due to another nightmare, his fingers combing through your hair untangling the strands gently and pulling you into his chest, not letting go until he’s felt your heartbeat and breathing settle down into a normal pace once again.

He takes a few minutes to leave the room to prepare some tea to help relax you. He won’t pry if you don’t want to talk about it, he knows he’s quite nosy to the business of the other students but he knows when to take things seriously.

You notice that he held you extra tight on nights you couldn’t sleep because you were too scared to, arms protectively encasing your body against Rook’s gentle warmth.

Sebek Zigvolt !!

He thought you were a similar case to Silver, but then he noticed the dark circles under your eyes and, unlike the other young knight, you had less energy and were seemingly about to pass out at any second.

Sebek would be ready to scold you during class for falling asleep during the first few times he caught you, he'll be more lenient once you explain to him your inability to sleep peacefully but he'll lightly scold you out of habit sometimes.

He'll actually try really hard to help find even a temporary remedy for you, his excuse being that it interrupts your academics being very sleep deprived and also because he's really worried about your health.

He'll consult numerous books in the library, ask Lilia if he knows anything about it, and even search on the internet. Like the others, he knows using magic is reckless, he thinks about it but ultimately doesn't push through with his plans.

He'll actually be a little frustrated at himself that he's unable to help you with something as simple as getting a pleasant night's sleep, to which you have to comfort him a bit (but he's out here saying that he doesn't need any comforting in classic Sebek style).

If he can't find any remedies he'll just visit you during lunch breaks and making sure that you're not passed out at ridiculous places, instead he'll make sure to protect you while you're asleep. Sometimes he'll even let you sleep on his shoulder but this mostly happens if you accidentally fall asleep on him.

He panics a bit when you suddenly jolt awake next to him at night, his first thought is that someone attacked you but realizes quickly it was another nightmare. Now he's stumped on what to do, he awkwardly pats your back and gives stiff reassurance that nothing you saw was real, that he's next to you and you're next to him safe and sound.

[goldenchunkycat]

(At)Tension | Part 1

Pairing: Perv!Kim Sunoo x Noona!Reader

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Summary: Sunoo just wants his Noona to understand that he is a man. It can’t be that difficult, right ?

OR

Sunoo teases his Noona because he is just the sweet little Donsaeng, right ? There’s no way he just touched her back while hugging her, right ? There's no way he just pressed her against the wall and started to say pure filth right next to her ear, right ? He is just her sweet little Donsaeng. -

Warnings: Food (yes it's a warning), hot and bothered Perv!Sunoo, the boys think that a woman who can cook is 'wife material'..., a bit suggestive at the beginning, a lot suggestive near the end.

Sunoo was only seventeen years old when he debuted. He was still in high school but he was already worrying about several things at once: his new career as an idol, his studies, and his health. Of course, the agency was doing the best it could to help him, his schedule was adjusted -as well as the younger ones- to allow them to go to school, and, unlike his bandmates who, by the way, had remarked several times, he had relatively easy parts in their choreography. Sunoo was still young and yet he was already being asked to behave like an adult. He saw no harm in it, he dreamed of proving himself to the world.

   But as the years passed, he found that he was slowly starting to change. In the past, acting cute was not a problem, all he had to do was smile and people would fall for him. So, the agency decided to assign him the place of 'cute' of the group. His members teased him, his staff teased him, his family teased him and his fans teased him. But now that he had grown up, Sunoo started to change, both physically and mentally. He wanted people to take him seriously, he wanted the fans to finally see him as a man. He was nineteen years old for god sake.

   But he didn't really care how people looked at him. They could treat him like a baby, Sunoo didn't care, he would continue to act like one if they wanted. But what he did care about was that pretty girl who worked in the cafeteria. This girl who was the reason why Sunoo had stopped skipping countless meals, the reason why, as soon as his schedule allowed it, Sunoo would go to the canteen -at the end of the service because there were not many people waiting in line- if only to ask her for a snack with that adorable smile that everyone loved. This smile that she also loved... The girl that he started to like when he was only seventeen.

“Sunoo ! How are you today ? What can I get you ?”

“Noona ! I'm fine thanks.” he smiled shyly, hiding his blushing cheeks with his hands, “I'll just have a bowl of chicken breast please.”

The girl frowned, looking disapproving, “Sunoo, you need to eat more, you're a growing boy, you don't want to be 5'9" your whole life do you ? Weren't you the one who said you wanted to get taller ?”

“Ah~ Noona ! Stop it ! 5'9" is good !”

“It is !” she laughed, holding her hands up in the air. “You're the one who said you wanted to get taller though.” she laughed sheepishly and turned to the dishes, putting a generous amount of chicken breast in a bowl and then setting it on his tray. “Wait a second.” She turned and picked up a steaming tray and placed it next to the bowl on her tray. “Here you go ! Enjoy your meal !”

“Noona, you bought me Tteokbokki ?”

“Yes, you haven't been eating much lately, I'm worried... I hope this dish will cheer you up !” she smiled brightly at him. Sunoo opened and closed his mouth several times, stunned, not finding how to express his gratitude to the woman who was taking care of him. So he just smiled brilliantly at her, hoping to get his message across through this gesture of kindness. “Oh and I didn't buy it, I cooked it just for you. There is a lot of information on the internet, your fans are well informed about your preferences. I'm still in an experimental phase so I hope I don't poison you, you'll tell me if you liked it !”

   It was at this exact moment that Sunoo realized that he felt more than admiration for his senior who worked in the canteen. His friends called it a crush. Sunoo experienced his first crush when he was seventeen years old, a few weeks after his debut. Now he not only had to worry about his career, studies and health, but also about his crush.

“Happy birthday Sunoo !” she clapped loudly, greeting him with that smile he loved so much, “In my home country, you would be of age.” she giggles while placing a piece of cake on Sunoo's tray, “It's a Lotus Biscoff cake, you told me last time it was your favorite cake.”

Sunoo smiled brightly, touched by the attention and the fact that she remembered his birthday. He grabbed his spoon and took a bite of the cake, moaning when he felt the sweetness in his mouth. It had been so long since he had allowed himself to eat cake. “Thanks Noona, you're the best, really.”

“Ah Sunoo stop flattering me, it's nothing.” she said, doing something Sunoo had never seen her do in his presence: blush. She turned away from him and put her hand in front of her mouth to hide the look on her face, not wanting her Donsaeng to laugh at her embarrassment. “You know, your managers are going to come see me soon if I keep feeding you like this. I'm going to be in trouble.” she laughed to divert the attention from her rosy cheeks, half-joking, “Imagine if I get fired? We won't be able to talk anymore.”

“The managers like your food way too much to tell you anything.” Sunoo protested loudly, annoyed at the mere thought of not seeing his favorite cook at least once a week. “It won't happen, I'm sure of it.” he reassured her, smiling once more before stepping aside to make room for the employee behind him.

“Haejung ! How are you today ?” she greeted the middle-aged man and started a conversation, smiling at Sunoo who kept turning around toward her as he went to sit down.

   So, on his eighteenth birthday, Sunoo realized that he had much more than a crush on the woman he only talked to for five to ten minutes a day. He was completely and irrevocably in love with her. And poor him.

“You came to pick me up !”

Sunoo turned his head at the familiar voice he heard every lunchtime, a smile on his face. But the sight that greeted him made it disappear, a confused frown replacing it. His favorite person for the last year past year was clutching to a man's arm. She was hugging him, in front of his eyes, cuddling him, in front of Sunoo ! It was late but Enhypen had not finished the dance training for their new song, so Sunoo and Jay just had to go to the local Konbini to buy instant noodles, the canteen having closed an hour before. But on the way down, in front of the building, he had seen a man coming to pick up his Noona. The person that Sunoo cherished and fell in love with. She already had a boyfriend.

“Oh ? Sunoo !” she murmured loudly as she saw her favorite customer, waving gently at him before walking over to the both of them, her hand in her boyfriend's. Seeing the boy who was accompanying Sunoo, she bowed respectfully and urged the man with her to do the same. “Good evening. I'm one of the HYBE cooks, nice to meet you. You must be Jay, Sunoo talks about you a lot.” she laughed lightly, giving a knowing look to Sunoo who whined. His Noona enjoyed embarrassing him. “For the better, obviously, even though he complains a lot about you.” she said mischievously, laughing more shyly than when she was alone with him - Sunoo took pride in making her feel comfortable enough to be herself at his side.

“Donghan, this is Sunoo, the cute boy from the canteen I tell you about every time.” she looked up at said Donghan who was a good six inches taller than Sunoo and then forced him to introduce himself upon seeing his reluctance - a slap on the back had done the trick.

“Ah Noona you're really annoying !” the boy grumbled, which earned him a slap on the head, “Good evening, I'm Donghan, her little brother.” he sulked and crossed his arms, avoiding eye contact with the three people in front of him.

“Ah, I apologize on behalf of him...” she said as she bowed towards the two idols, embarrassed by the scene her little brother was making. Seeing that since they had met on the sidewalk neither of the two Enhypen members had had a chance to speak, her embarrassment multiplied and she shared her hands frantically, inviting them to speak with a respectful head bow.

“Yes, my name is Jay. Nice to meet you.” the latter greeted and bowed, looking slightly lost and amused.

“You can be informal with me !”

“Oh, what year were you born ?”

“Noona is a 99' !” Sunoo said while puffing his chest, proud to remember this detail about his Noona. He was the only one to hear the creep that Donghan muttered and just rolled his eyes, not the least bit offended by the boy's words.

“That's right, I'm twenty-two years old but twenty-three in Korean age. But I was born and raised in my home country, I was taken in a little later by Donghan's family, so I really don't mind if you just think of me as another foreigner, we're bound by that after all !”

“Okay, but you're still my Noona.”

“No she's my Noona !” Donghan shouted as he put an arm around her sister, giving the young American a sharp look.

“I- I just meant that I'll call her Noona too-" Jay said hastily to avoid any misunderstanding with the two siblings.

“-Oh, look, it's late ! We're going to leave ! Have a nice evening ! Don't forget to eat all your meals and get enough rest ! See you tomorrow Sunoo !” she shouted, looking at her watch-less wrist before leaving, dragging her brother by the arm after Sunoo nodded briskly.

“You don't even have your watch moron, it's in my pocket.”

“Shut up ! Idiot ! Never pick me up again !” she shouted and slapped the back of his head once more as the two singers looked on in amusement and disbelief.

“I'll tell Mom !”

“Hey !”

   Sunoo had loved to see this side of his elder. He had simply loved to see her in her everyday clothes. In his eyes, she was beautiful. So beautiful with her pants and her oversized sweater, not to mention her hair that was no longer in that atrocious canteen net. She was really perfect, and Sunoo was crazy about her. He didn't care about the people who said you couldn't find love at eighteen, because he was sure he was in love with her.

   The next day his schedule had prevented him from going to the cafeteria. He had told her he would come, so he tried his best to see her during the day. He knew that she would be too busy preparing the evening meals during the afternoon, and that she would be busy serving the employees until late at night, so he had waited until what he assumed was the end of her shift. He had gone to the food service area, where half the lights were off, and waited for her to come out through the 'Staff Only' swing doors.

“Sunoo ?”

“Noona !” he exclaimed as he abruptly got up from his chair, making it squeak horribly against the floor, “I'm sorry I couldn't make it this afternoon...”

“You waited for me in order to apologize ?” she laughed softly, looking at him with so much affection that Sunoo thought his heart would explode. “It's fine, you know, I would have seen you another day.”

“But I told you I would come to see you today, so I came today.” he said proudly, wishing the young woman knew he was someone she could count on.

“You're so cute, Sunoo.” she smiled as she walked towards him.

   Sunoo held his breath, counting each step she took towards him. The closer she got, the faster and stronger his heart was beating, he couldn't help but imagine a multitude of scenarios about what would happen next. Was she going to embrace him ? To kiss him on the cheek ? She stopped in front of him and looked at him for a few seconds, smiling, and then raised her hand towards his face.

“You really are the best Donsaeng, Sunoo.” she said as she pulled a strand of his newly colored hair.

   Sunoo remained silent. She had neither hugged him nor kissed him. She had pulled his hair. His Donsaeng. The boy felt as if the background noise was gradually disappearing and the blood rushed to his head, enough for him to hear his heart beating in his ears. The word 'Donsaeng' sounded like an echo. She only saw him as her Donsaeng.

“Ah Noona~! Stop !”

   That night she had taken a jar of mint-chocolate ice cream out of her backpack and shared it with Sunoo, revealing that she had bought it just for him and that she too was a fan of this flavor. When he didn't come she left it in the freezer, hoping to enjoy it in her room tonight. They sat and talked for about thirty minutes before one of the Enhypen managers came to pick up Sunoo, exchanging warm greetings with the young woman.

   That day, Sunoo had returned to the dorms, delighted, he had learned so much more about his Noona. He had been able to talk to her for a whole hour ! But that day, Sunoo had also fantasized about a person for the first time. While everyone was asleep, he remembered this hour of pure happiness. Her voice, her smile, her kindness, her nonsense and her laugh. Then he remembered how her sweater wrapped around her form, how small she looked in it with her sleeves way too long. She was so small, so cute, and so sexy in her long skirt and black combat boots. Sunoo couldn't help but slip his hand into his shorts. He came by remembering the feeling of her fingers in his hair and the way she pulled on his strands. How delightful.

It had become a weekly thing. Every Saturday night, Sunoo would spend an hour enjoying different dishes with her Noona - dishes that she had cooked herself. Sometimes, one of Enhypen's managers would sit with them and the three of them would joke around, losing track of the time. When she and Sunoo talked about anything and everything, one term came up again and again. Every night she would say it: Donsaeng. This affectionate name that Sunoo hated so much. She saw him grow up, didn't she ? She had seen his body change, she had seen how Sunoo asserted himself more often than before. He was no longer that seventeen year old child who had just taken a step towards his dream, he was now eighteen years old, working on his body to be more attractive, working on his words to be more charming. But it was never enough, he was still Ddeonu, both in her eyes and in his fans' eyes.

But what Sunoo hated above everything else was when she compared him to her ungrateful little brother...

"Donghan did the Spicy Noodles Challenge ! He cried right after and went to Mom telling her I forced him to eat the noodles ! Good thing I filmed everything, wanna watch the video ?" she asked cheerfully, leaning over to Sunoo as she tried to pull her phone out of her back pocket.

"No." he replied quickly and rolled his eyes. Realizing that his words might have been rude, he quickly corrected himself, "Maybe later."

"Okay !" She said, not at all offended by the way Sunoo had rebuffed her? She was rather used to this kind of answers. She was familiar with this Sunoo, the one the fans so loved to call 'Sassy Sunoo', and boy, did that title fit him, he hadn't been as discreet as he thought when he'd rolled his eyes. But she didn't hold it against him, she even found it amusing. Donghan had the same reaction when she told him about 'that lovely boy you met at my workplace'. They were both hilarious.

"I'm telling you this because I know you like spicy food. I enjoy it too. We could try to do this challenge sometime, what do you think ?"

"You and I ?" Sunoo asked, amazed at the prospect of sharing his meal with his crush.

"Sure. But maybe I should talk to your managers first, right ? I wouldn't want your stomach to hurt when you have other things to do afterwards."

"Yes !" Sunoo raved - even in these situations she put him first and cared about his health, she really was the best Noona. "I'll tell you when I have a day off so we can even spend the day together !"

"Okay." she laughed, trying to hide her blushing cheeks at the thought of someone who wasn't her little brother wanting to spend time with her, "I'm looking forward to it..."

Sunoo had imagined himself in many different situations with his crush. He tried to imagine where the date would take place, how it would go, what they would do, and how it would end. Maybe he would find the courage to ask her out? After all, her little brother was only sixteen, so he could understand her being attached to him and treating him like a baby, but Sunoo was eighteen, and, as she herself had said, he was of age in her country ! Surely she wouldn't mind dating a boy four years her junior, right ?

"Ah, Sunoo, you are so cute, my sweet little Donsaeng..."

That was the only thing she had said when Sunoo impulsively declared his feelings to her one evening during November. His world had shattered, his pink filter had disappeared, replaced by a dull gray. And yet, while he should have been angry with her, not talking to her or whatever else people did when they were rejected, Sunoo had simply fallen even more in love with her and the way she had hugged him in apology. He had felt her body pressed against his, her breath on his skin, and the delicious smell of her shampoo. Convince her could wait, he had to simply enjoy what she had offered him this evening, intense nights of pleasure to make Sunoo completely mad and breathless, cheeks reddened, without the slightest trace of guilt in his inaudible laugh in the middle of the night.

"The chef ? I don't know, I don't eat at the building's canteen." Jake replied as Jay had suddenly asked him if he had ever talked to the other foreigner who worked at HYBE.

"I met her a few months ago with Sunoo, she was nice..." he ponders his next words before adding "...and cute."

"Hey ! Don't talk about her like this !"

"Why, are you jealous ?" Sunghoon scoffed as he looked up from his phone, a calculating smile on his face as he examined Sunoo's reactions.

"No, but I know you guys, you hit on everything that moves. Noona is a nice person and you guys are shady." Sunoo said, looking at them out of the corner of his eye, the corner of his lip contracting into a disgusted sneer.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Jay snickered before exchanging a strange look with his group mates.

Sunoo liked his group. There were ups and downs, it's true, but at the end of the day he always shared his dormitory with these six boys he was still getting to know after a whole year of living together. Sometimes he liked them, but sometimes...

"Hello." the members of Enhypen said as they bowed respectfully to the young woman in front of them, each one of them holding a tray.

Sunoo hated his members, wholeheartedly.

"Hello~!" she greeted them just as warmly, bowing before turning to Sunoo, "Sunoo, did you bring your group mates to try my cooking ?" she half-joked in order to dissipate the tension in her hands and the stress she suddenly felt at the thought of having to seduce new potential customers with her cooking.

"Sunoo had nothing to do with it, he didn't want us to come." Sunghoon said, throwing a mocking look at Sunoo, who just grimaced at him in return. He passed the line of boys and stood in front of his Noona, holding out his tray.

"They followed me when they could have just eaten in the dance hall!" he whined, squinting at his hyungs as they laughed at him.

"Hey ! Don't talk like that !"

"Why, because they're my elders ?" he replied in a condescending tone, unused to her lecturing him like that.

"Oh, no." she said, looking at him as he just said something incredibly weird, "Because they live with you and we always have to get along with our loved ones. What are you going to do if one day you have a big fight but since you're a group, you have to return in the same dorm, huh ? You should always maintain good relationships with the people who will stay in your life for many years, okay ?" she scolded him lightly, ignoring the boys in the line who were trying to stifle their laughter at the sight of Sunoo being scolded. Which was all the more hilarious because he didn't even dare to make a strange face like he was so used to do.

"Sorry Noona..." he blushed, embarrassed to have been scolded like that in front of his still giggling bandmates.

"That goes for you too, don't think I don't hear you laughing !" she turned to the rest of the boys, a frown on her face, which disappeared just as the idols stiffened and nodded. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sunoo making fun them.

"I tried a new recipe for ultra spicy Tteokbokki this time, be careful and take that carton of milk with you." she smiled at Sunoo as she placed a Tupperware on his tray with a briquette of chocolate milk before leaning in a little and adding, "Don't tell your managers I gave you chocolate milk, they'll get me fired if you do..."

Sunoo left the cafeteria, happy. His hyungs had been reprimanded and he had, once again, eaten a delicious meal on which the boys had drooled over throughout the whole meal, promising to offer him ice cream in exchange of a single Tteokbokki. But Sunoo had refused, she had cooked this dish for him, and only for him, no one else was allowed to taste it.

Sunoo had to draw on his last ressources to be able to smile in front of the cameras. It had been a month since his Noona had not come to work. Rumors were flying - after all she was quite popular in the building among the staff members, everyone complimented her cooking and her kindness. Sunoo had actually heard everything: she had been fired for taking pictures of the idols, she had quit to work abroad, her boyfriend had stopped her from coming to work. But Sunoo knew the truth from the first day, and he relished knowing that the others did not.

'Hey Sunoo, I don't know if this voice mail is going to send, I'm having some difficulties with this new phone. Don't pay attention to what people say, you know very well I don't have a boyfriend, everyone thinks Donghan is my boyfriend, ew. I finally got my exam results, we have to go celebrate my new degree. I'm finally done with those terrible six years in medical school, I can't wait to get back!'

'Noona, I got your voice mail but you sound like my mom when you use your phone, learn to use it properly. I knew you could do it, I never doubted it, I can't wait for you to come back too, I don't eat as well as I used to since you don't cook for us anymore. Everyone is complaining about the quality of the food now, everyone is looking forward to you. Today I heard someone say that you must have been kidnapped by some strange people since you always come home late at night, I really tried to restrain myself from looking at them strangely but I think a camera was filming me. Ah, whatever, I can't wait to see you.'

Sunoo was not the insistent type. He had said it himself, he didn't like what was boring. So chasing after a girl who only saw him as a cadet ? The height of boredom. But she was special so he was willing to make an exception for her. How could he restrain himself from loving her when the two of them gossiped about people at the company until late at night, when she offered him candles that he had mentioned smelling in a store one day, or just when he felt so loved and appreciated ? He couldn't. After he got knocked back, Sunoo had not tried to ask her again. Nothing had changed between them, she was still treating him so thoughtfully and Sunoo was asking for more and more physical contact.

"Noona, I tried a new shampoo, touch my hair !"

"Noona, my new lotion works wonders, I bought it from a not-so-famous site, touch how soft my skin is !"

"Noona, I bought this new shirt with Riki, what do you think of the material ?"

But Sunoo was aware that he could not afford certain things, so he was contenting himself with his fantasies. At least until he was nineteen. But everyone grows up.

"Happy birthday Sunoo ! You grow up so fast ! When I met you you were only seventeen years old and you refused to eat but look at you now, you are strong and beautiful, I am so proud of you, my little Donsaeng."

Sunoo had booked this evening just to spend it with her. The canteen was probably not the best birthday setting but he did not care. He had shared so many memories with her on these very tables that he did not care to share one more. Just like last year, she had made him a Lotus cake, but instead of just having a slice, she had given him the whole cake, alongside a beautifully wrapped gift. 

"Wow this is amazing. Noona, your cakes just keep getting prettier."

"Ah, thanks..." she blushed, looking away and coughing into her fist, "It also contains less calories. Now that I have my degree I'll be able to put everything I've learned in nutrition to good use and maybe one day I'll open my own little bakery or bistro where people can come without having to worry about their weight-" she suddenly gasped and looked over at Sunoo who was looking at her and smiling stupidly, her face blushing even more. "I'm sorry, it's your birthday, we should only talk about you."

"But it makes me happy, to talk about you... You never talk about yourself, if you want to make me happy tonight let me learn more about you, please ?" he offered, at first hesitant and then more and more confident as the words came out of his mouth.

She hesitated for a moment before nodding, beginning the story of her life under the attentive and amazed gaze of her Donsaeng. She had completely forgotten that behind those flat cheeks and beautiful eyes was a man who was just waiting to prove himself. She had completely forgotten the promise he had made her... She had relaxed in front of the predator and, while she was unaware of it, had unconsciously agreed to play a game of cat and mouse with him. Except that Sunoo was a fox, and foxes were smart, they always got what they wanted...

"If you only see me as your Donsaeng, wait until I grow up. I'll prove myself to you. I'll prove that I'm a man, you'll be proud of me and you'll accept me, Noona."

"Ah." she had laughed, surely not taking him seriously, "I'm looking forward to it, Ddeonu."

When Sunoo had touched himself at the thought of his beautiful elder that night, he felt less guilty. He learned more about her, she was going to come back to work, and he could see her almost every day, just like before. He would be pleased with that until she realize that her 'little Donsaeng', as she liked to call him, had grown up, and that he was coming to win his Noona's heart over. No more obstacles could stand in his way. He had fallen asleep, his face reddened and a huge smile on it, lulled by the voice of the young woman that he tried to repeat in loop in his head.

She will be your nutritionist from now on. She will cook all your meals ,whenever possible, for the lunch and the diner. If anyone

"She will be your nutritionist starting today, she will prepare and cook your meals, as much as possible, at lunch and dinner. If any of you have any questions for her feel free to ask." The manager turned to the woman standing next to him and smiled kindly before prompting her to introduce herself, which she did.

"If you have any questions or doubts about what I am feeding you please let me know. I will give you a questionnaire for you to fill out. You will fill in your allergies, if you have any, what you prefer and what you are not a fan of. I will do my best to prepare delicious meals for you all. Oh, and if the idea of dieting crosses your mind, please come see me so we can set this up together, starving yourself is not the answer and you need to be in top shape to deliver amazing performances. Your health is my priority ! I can't wait to work with you !" she bowed in front of the seven boys and smiled brightly at them, happy to have finally achieved the goal she had set for herself: to find a job in a foreign country and make a comfortable living. Working with her favorite Donsaeng was a bonus.

Oh, Sunoo was happy. No, he was euphoric. He was going to see his Noona every day, and twice a day at that ! He couldn't wait to show her how much he had grown.

"Sunoo, clean your room !"

"Hyung, quit snacking !"

"Sunoo, Niki, where did you hide my shoes ?"

"Sunoo, stop being so petty."

He had tried really hard. He wanted to show his Noona that he was a reliable person, that he was no longer that seventeen year old teenager who came to see her in the canteen. But his group mates didn't think so. Every minute spent was meant to ridicule him and paint him as a messy child or teenager at best. At least from Sunoo's perspective. He was happy to make the newest member of their staf smile, really. Seeing her in the kitchen of their dorm room chatting with the managers while preparing their delicious meal, Sunoo couldn't have asked for anything better. But there were still some flaws in this new arrangement, including the disappearance of their 'evening date'…

"Noona, why can't we spend time together like we used to ?"

"Noona, viens regarder un film avec moi."

"Noona !"

"Hey, Sunoo, I'm busy preparing tonight's meal, I'm really sorry, another time maybe ?" she said to him while chopping the vegetables, not even sparing him a glance. But he was grateful all the same. He knew he could be pushy or unpleasant but she never lost patience with him and even smiled at him when she wasn't too busy cooking.

Sunoo used to stay with her when she prepared the meals at night. Most of the time, Enhypen was able to get back to their dormitory at reasonable times and in those cases she would go there and prepare food for them for the evening and the next morning. She had mentioned to Sunoo that her contract had flexible hours and that it depended mostly on the boysband's schedules, so the boys were not surprised to see her in their kitchen with a bowl of hot rice at twenty-three.

To his dismay, he wasn't the only one who got along with their new resident cook. The other members of Enhypen, especially the older ones, had grown fond of her. Sometimes, when they were in the car, they would share their opinions about her cooking, what they thought they were going to eat tonight. But other times, they shared their opinions about her. How nice she was ! How pretty she was ! How she was totally 'wife material' ! Sunoo had enough, enough, enough. He hated feeling like the older boys could steal his Noona at any time, he had met her before ! But their ages were closer to hers. Sunoo had to think and act, and fast.

"Noona, do you need help ?" he asked as he walked into the kitchen, his hair still wet from his shower. Today they had returned to the dormitory at eighteen o'clock, which meant that his Noona had not yet prepared the meal, and especially that she would take her time to cook it. She would have time to talk with Sunoo, right ?

"Oh, Sunoo, don't worry, it's my job. Yours is done, you should go do something you like, watch a movie or play video games with Niki." she smiled softly at him before turning towards the cupboards, starting to take out the utensils she would need.

"Staying with you in the kitchen, I like that. I want to help, I want you to teach me how to cook as well as you do !" he beamed, slowly approaching the young woman who was bent over, looking for something under the sink. Sunoo couldn't help but look at the curve of her buttocks, biting the inside of his lip to hold back any sound that might potentially escape him. He was right behind her, he could step forward and she wouldn't suspect her sweet Donsaeng's intentions. Come on, just a little more…

"Ah, I could have sworn I put it here ?" she wondered aloud to herself as she straightened up before turning and facing a red-cheeked Sunoo, far too close to her for it to be appropriate. "But you are my sweet Donsaeng, of course you want to help your Noona. If you don't disturb me, then I'll let you take care of some things ! But go dry your hair with a towel or something, you're getting water all over the kitchen." she laughed and ruffled her hair before wiping her wet hand on the shirt of the young man, oblivious to the effect of her actions on him and apparently not caring about their sudden proximity.

Sunoo had the impression that somebody had just entered a hot iron in his throat and he could only blush under the patient gaze of the young woman. Immediately after having felt her hand sliding along his body in a sensual way - once again according to Sunoo - , he had felt cramped in his shorts. He still couldn't believe that his body was so responsive to the slightest touch of his elder, was it his hormones or his feelings for her that dictated the reactions of his body ? Sunoo didn't know, but he knew he had to take the image of his cute butt and put it to good use in the bathroom, so that's what he did. It was the first time Sunoo had an erection in front of his Noona and dealt with it while she was nearby, but it certainly wasn't the last.

"Boys, you are not kids anymore but I still feel the need to ask you to behave. We won't be here tonight, there's a meeting at HYBE, make sure you eat properly." the manager said to Heeseung, Jungwon and Sunoo who were politely waiting for their managers to finish putting on their shoes - Sunoo was mostly waiting for her crush to finally enter the dormitory so she could tell him about his day.

"Don't worry, they'll behave !" the young woman who has just entered the room promised, her coat still in her hand.

"I don't doubt it, how to behave with you if not nicely." another manager replied as he straightened up, giving her an amused smile.

"Oh, look at the clock ! It's getting late, you'll miss the meeting !" Sunoo interjected jovially, feigning concern. Seeing his Noona blush at this horrible attempt at flirting made Sunoo mad but he had to stay in character and smile. No one should realize he was jealous, especially not the managers.

"That's right. Well, see you tomorrow !" they greeted before leaving the room one by one. But just before the door closed and Sunoo grabbed the girl's hand, one of the managers turned around and addressed Jungwon, completely oblivious to the way Sunoo had retracted his hand and rolled his eyes - which earned him a warning look from the foreigner who was trying hard to keep from laughing at the boy's facial expressions. "We should discuss this in more detail with the upper management tonight, but you'll have a week's leave in the near future to reward you for your hard work."

A time off. Sunoo was eager to ask his friend to spend this week with him. Meanwhile, he had to act tonight. He had heard his Hyungs talking about the young woman, and Heesung seemed a little too interested in her. He had to show them that they had no chance with her, not while he was around.

"So Noona, did you have a good day ? What are we eating today ? I really like your pants, where did you buy them ? I'm sure my big sister would like them." Sunoo grabbed her hand and guided her to the kitchen, drowning her with questions that she did not even have time to answer.

"Yes I had a good day, tonight it will be an exotic dish, Spinach Lasagna with cream, and eggs for Sunghoon with the usual cereal yogurt, and I bought it at Pimke."

"Why does Sunghoon Hyung get extra eggs ?" Sunoo whined, outraged at the special treatment.

"Sunghoon's diet is adapted to his physical exercises. You don't do an hour and a half of exercise a day, do you ?"

"I don't..."

"Great !" she concluded and placed her jacket on the back of a chair before returning to the kitchen. Looking left and right but seeing no one, she concluded that the boys were busy in their rooms and leaned over to Sunoo who had joined her on the other side of the counter as he held his breath for a few seconds. "I've been paying close attention to the statistics and I might be able to give you a piece of Lotus cake. But you can't tell anyone, people have a hard time separating sweets from calories and I don't want to get fired…"

"Noona, you're really amazing!" Sunoo said,excited as he hugged her, affectionately rubbing her face in her hair as she giggled loudly. Seeing that she was not resisting his embrace, Sunoo smirked and gave in to his urges, pressing his body a little closer to hers. But she had no idea. After all, her Donsaeng was just giving her a big hug, he wasn't pressing her body to the counter and he was not leaning on her. He had not let his hands roam a little too close to the curve of her butt. He had not done any of that, and that sigh he'd just exhaled as he pressed his pelvis to hers was nothing more than a sigh of joy, right ? He was just her sweet little Donsaeng.

He had then left in a hurry, but his smile was the only thing that had caught the young woman's attention. She had not paid any attention to his red cheeks, his panting or that bulge in his sweatpants. Because when Sunoo smiled so brightly, no one could look away from his face and his adorable features.

As Heeseung became more insistent and bold in his approaches to their dietician, Sunoo too had decided to take matters into his own hands. He was not going to be outdone by his Hyung, not this time again. So he too was more insistent in his advances. After trying to see how it went the first time, and after he realized that she had not questioned the sudden skinship, Sunoo realized that he had free rein. A few times, as he went to the bathroom to fix his problem, he would see her blushing madly and slapping her face or insulting herself softly. He loved seeing his Noona feel guilty at the way her body reacted to his advances. He wanted her to realize herself why he always ran off to the bathroom after hugging her a little too hard or too long, he wanted her to question his every touch…

"Noona careful !" Sunoo's warning barely gave the young woman time to turn around before the thud of broken glass echoed through the room. Immediately, Sunoo rushed to her side, a puppy dog expression on his face. "I'm sorry Noona, the bowl slipped out of my hand…"

"Don't worry. How are you ?" she worried, looking up from the floor which was covered in glass shards before pulling his hair strands, just like that time in the canteen. "Silly you."

Sunoo felt his heart miss a beat and his breathing quicken at the sight of his Noona standing in front of him pulling his hair. It had no sexual connotation but Sunoo could not help but moan slightly, making it sound like a distress noise. And he succeeded in fooling the young woman who redoubled her concern, looking for any injury with her eyes, unaware of Sunoo's intense gaze. She was so close, all he had to do was get closer and grab her, turn her around and bend her on the counter…

"No."

"No ?"

"I mean, no, I'm not hurt !" stuttered Sunoo, trying to get his thoughts in order. He looked down at the ground and saw that she wasn't wearing slippers and was swaying from one foot to another, probably not knowing where to put her feet since there were so many pieces of glass all around them.

"Is everything okay here ?" Heeseung entered the room, a frown on his face and a worried look on his face. He gauged the situation with his eyes and raised an eyebrow at Sunoo's proximity to the woman. To which the young boy only replied with a smile - or was it a smirk ?

"Yes, I dropped the bowl but don't worry, I'll clean it up."

"Do you need help ?"

"Oh Heeseung that's nice-"

"-No ! Don't worry about it. I have to fix my own mistakes." Sunoo said in a tone that was meant to be playful but only meant to hide his annoyance. They were doing perfectly fine without him. Sunoo was in the middle of one of those situations, he couldn't have Heeseung around, not now.

"Okay. Call me if you need anything." Heeseung rushed out of the room, half-glad that he didn't need to help tonight; he was so tired.

"Well, those pieces of glass aren't going to pick themselves up." the stranger sighed, bending down to pick them up.

Sunoo nodded and walked around her, heading for the broom to make her job easier. She did not have to clean up his messes after all. But Sunoo had apparently overestimated the quality of his slippers, because he felt a piece of glass push uncomfortably against the bottom of his foot - not enough to pierce it though. Surprised, he yelped and took a step backwards, jostling the girl who was crouching on the ground and causing her to fall forward. She tried as best she could to catch herself but it was at the cost of her finger which was pierced when it landed on a particularly sharp piece of glass. She yelped in turn, bringing her hand to her chest and trying to get up from the danger that the ground represented. Alarmed, Sunoo turned and saw her looking at him with round, shining eyes and a trembling lip.

"Don't make fun of me, my pain tolerance is non-existent…" she whined, taking Sunoo by surprise since he had never seen this side of his elder. And he loved it.

"Ah, Noona I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to…" he said apologetically before smiling sheepishly "But you're really cute~!" he tugged on her cheek and hair, teasing her and making her blush.

"Stop it !" she slapped his hands, looking like an angry kitten to the loving boy. "I'm going to ban you from the kitchen !"

"No ! Noona, I'm very sorry."

But Sunoo had made a habit of turning everything in his favor. "You should be more careful ! Wait a moment." He walked over to her under her curious gaze before grabbing the back of her thighs and lifting her up. She squealed and grabbed onto his shoulders before questioning his actions, those to which Sunoo only responded with a confused look, "I didn't want you to step on a piece of glass."

Oh, sweet little Donsaeng. He did not want her to get hurt and she had imagined horrible things. She was twenty-three and he was nineteen for God's sake! She couldn't help but feel like a horrible person, guilt gnawing at her every time she imagined strange things around her Donsaeng, while he always smiled at her kindly and innocently. She truly was an awful Noona - at least, that's what Sunoo had successfully made her think…

Looking around, the young man put the woman on the bar. "Are you bleeding ? My older sister always did that to me when I cut my finger with a piece of paper, I was very clumsy back then." Sunoo laughed softly, trying to coax the girl as he brought their bodies closer together.

"You still are, Sunoo." she laughed, completely unaware of how her body was only inches away from Sunoo's.

"Ah Noona~! Stop it, I'm not a baby anymore ! You saw how strong I am, I managed to carry you ! I'm working hard now, just like Sunghoon hyung." he whined, his moans contrasting with his words. His Noona could only laugh at this contrast, gently mocking him. Having had enough of making a fool of himself in front of her, Sunoo takes action; today he would do something risky.

He took her finger and without waiting any longer put it in his mouth, under the astonished look of the blushing girl. But then again, she would never suspect the intentions of her sweet little Donsaeng. Because Sunoo was not sucking her finger erotically, he was not grabbing her hand with both hands and practically massaging her finger with his tongue, he was not licking it like a dog would do with a bone even though her wound was only on the tip of her middle finger. Oh no. And most importantly, he had not just nibbled and moaned softly around her hand as he pressed his body to hers, taking advantage of her leaning back slightly to hover over her on the bar. No. Since he was just her sweet little Donsaeng, and she was just a pervert.

This was the first time the foreigner questioned Sunoo's actions. Or rather, it was the first time she questioned his reactions. After Sunoo had cleaned up the floor, a satisfied smile on his face, they had both continued to cook as if nothing had happened. Well, they tried. Sunoo had decided to stop masturbating. Not out of good conscience, oh no, he just knew that as the days passed he was getting closer to his goal. He saw it a little more each time with the reactions of his elder. And most importantly, this time he did not need it. The small inaudible moan that she had let escape had been enough to make him cream his pants. But he had not had enough, so he had adjusted his shorts. It was hard for Sunoo to concentrate while his penis pulsed uncomfortably. It was hard for the young woman to concentrate while her arousal made her uncomfortable in her underwear. But they had to act like nothing happened: the other should not suspect anything.