#this was a wonderful message to wake up to

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Trey Clover - Room Relaxation Voice Lines

I don't need anything special just because it's my birthday. I'll be happy just spending it peacefully as ever.

Summon: Living in a dorm is always lively and enjoyable, but that's what makes my alone time even more precious. I wonder what I should do tonight?

Groovification: Today's my birthday... So just let me sleep in a bit more.

Home: Guess I'll head to sleep.

Swap Looks: Can't forget to brush your teeth before sleeping and after waking up.

Home Transition 1: Whew... Oh, oops, I zoned out there for a bit. Time flies when you're not paying attention, huh. Guess I'll brew some coffee.

Home Transition 2: It's always good to have a light top layer handy. It's pretty useful to quickly throw on whenever I need to stay up a little late.

Home Transition 3: Jamil's present was a hot eye mask. I really like how soothing it is. He really gave me something nice.

Home Transition - Login: It might be fun to make my own birthday cake, sure... But there'll be so many sweets at the party that it could be too much to try to eat.

Home Transition - Groovy: I was shocked when Silver gave away that Riddle was planning a surprise for me. The fact that he didn't even seem to have revealed it with ill will is a problem in and of itself...

Home Tap 1: I'm starting to feel a little peckish... No, I shouldn't. I definitely don't want to doze off and wake up without having brushed my teeth, so.

Home Tap 2: I got a notif of a new video. Oh, they're making a boat out of chocolate, huh. This pâtissier sure is something, as always.

Home Tap 3: I received some oil from Ortho, and I'll admit, I did tense up a bit... But when I checked, I was relieved to see it was just olive oil for cooking.

Home Tap 4: I wasn't expecting Sebek to wish me a happy birthday. His tone was arrogant, as always, but maybe he's actually a conscientious guy...?

Home Tap 5: I seem different from usual? I don't think I'm doing anything different... Ah, maybe it's because I'm not wearing my glasses?

Home Tap - Groovy: How do I spend time when I'm in my room? I don't really do anything too special... Although honestly, I'm actually not a morning person, so I just try not to stay up too late.

Duo: [TREY]: Thanks for the earnest well wishes, Silver. [SILVER]: I wish you the very best, Trey-senpai.

Birthday Login Message: You're here for my birthday, huh? And this present... Oh, it's honey! Thanks! It's useful and honestly, easy to comprehend. What I mean is, we had a Science Club meeting today, and... Well, while the club members were wishing me a happy birthday, Rook gave me something. Look at this. According to Rook, it's a "wondrously beautiful clover," but... Is there any difference from a regular clover? I don't really get it... What about you? If you can figure out the difference, let me know on the down low.

Requested by @farfalla49 and @sakurakudo.

[memorabxlia]

Silent Cry ━ 여상

genre: hurt/comfort summary: will you be saved in enough time? warnings: attempted suicide, mental health topics, harassment, bullying, insecurity, mentions depression pairing: idol!yeosang x fem!reader wc: 1.3k a/n: this fic is not for the faint-hearted. If any of the topics above are triggering for you, I highly recommend not reading this. However, if you choose to proceed, you are reading at your own risk. nets: @blossomnet @k-labels @k-films

"You know, the others can't stop talking about you." Yeosang's voice is soft, tender, the way it always is when the two of you are alone. You're curled up next to him on the couch in your shared home, his arm draped over your shoulders as you rest your head on his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat is calming, like a lullaby.

You smile at his words, though the weight on your chest doesn't lift. The members—Wooyoung, San, Seonghwa, Mingi, all of them—have been nothing but kind to you since you started dating Yeosang. They treat you like family, as if you've been part of their lives for years. But no matter how much they adore you, how many times they assure you that you're loved and welcome, it doesn't change the fact that a different kind of attention lingers on the edges of your happiness.

The fans.

You scroll through the comments more often than you should. It's hard not to. Every post, every picture of you with Yeosang, is flooded with messages. Some supportive, but too many are venomous.

_"You don't deserve him."_

_"He could do better."_

_"She's not even that pretty. He should be with someone skinnier."_

The words sting, no matter how many times you tell yourself they don't. And it's not just the comments. They've started leaking into your private messages, too. Fans telling you to end it, to let Yeosang go so he can be with someone they think is worthy of him. Sometimes, they even threaten you. Not directly, but in the veiled way that makes your skin crawl.

You haven't told Yeosang about it. You don't want to burden him. He's already got so much on his plate with the group, the fans, the media. You don't want to add to that.

But it's getting harder to ignore.

"Hey," Yeosang's voice pulls you from your thoughts. "Are you okay? You've been really quiet."

You tilt your head up to look at him, his dark eyes full of concern. You hate that look. It makes you feel like you're worrying him, like you're dragging him down into your mess. You force a smile.

"I'm fine," you lie, and he doesn't seem convinced.

"Are you sure?" he presses, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "You know you can talk to me, right?"

"I know," you mumble, sitting up a little. You look down at your phone, your fingers itching to open the messages you've been ignoring all day. You don't, though. Not while he's watching. "I'm just tired."

He watches you for a moment longer, clearly not buying your excuse, but he doesn't push. Instead, he shifts, wrapping his arms around you again and pulling you closer.

"If you're tired, let's go to bed," he suggests softly, his breath warm against your skin. "We can talk tomorrow."

You nod, even though you know you won't sleep. Your mind will race all night, replaying every hurtful comment, every cruel message, until you feel like you're suffocating.

The next day is worse. You wake up to more messages, more hateful words. You can't escape it. No matter how much you try to stay off social media, it's like the negativity follows you. You start to wonder if they're right. Maybe Yeosang would be better off without you. Maybe he deserves someone prettier, skinnier, someone who fits the image the fans have in their heads.

You try to brush it off, but by midday, it's too much. You can't keep pretending everything's fine.

So you send Yeosang a text.

*I love you. I just want to say thank you for everything. For all the love you've shown me.*

You stare at the message for a long time before hitting send. You don't know what you expect him to say, but it doesn't matter. You just need to tell him. You need him to know how much you appreciate him, even if things fall apart.

When Yeosang reads the message, it immediately sets off alarms in his head. He knows you. He knows when something isn't right, and this—this message feels like a goodbye. He doesn't bother replying. Instead, he rushes out of the practice room, ignoring the confused looks from the other members, and drives as fast as he can to your shared home.

You're standing on the edge of the balcony when he bursts through the door, your hands gripping the railing so tightly your knuckles turn white.

"Don't," you say, your voice shaking as you hear him approach. "Don't come any closer."

Yeosang freezes, his heart pounding in his chest. He's never seen you like this—so broken, so fragile. He doesn't know what to do, but he knows he can't lose you.

"Please," he whispers, his voice cracking as he takes a cautious step forward. "Just come down, okay? We can talk. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

"You don't understand," you choke out, your vision blurred by tears. "I can't do this anymore. The fans—they hate me. They hate me, and I can't take it. I'm ruining everything for you."

Yeosang's eyes widen in horror. The fans? This is because of them?

"You're not ruining anything," he insists, his voice stronger now, desperate. "I love you. You, not them. Don't listen to them, please. Just... step down. We'll figure it out together, I swear."

You shake your head, the tears spilling over. "I can't..."

Yeosang tries to move closer, but he stumbles, tripping over his own feet in his haste. The sudden motion startles you, and before you realize what's happening, your foot slips, and you're tumbling over the edge.

But before the ground can meet you, strong arms catch you.

"Mingi!" Yeosang's voice is full of relief as he watches the taller member steady you in his arms. Mingi had followed Yeosang, concerned when he saw his friend's panic. He'd arrived just in time to catch you.

"You okay?" Mingi asks gently, his arms still around you as you tremble in his grasp.

You nod weakly, but you can't find the words to thank him. Your mind is still spinning, too overwhelmed by everything.

Yeosang rushes down to where you and Mingi are, his hands shaking as he reaches for you. "Thank you," he breathes, his voice cracking again as he takes you from Mingi's arms. "I'll—I'll thank you properly later, I promise."

Mingi just nods, giving you both a worried look before stepping back to give you space.

Yeosang holds you close as he leads you back inside your home, his arms wrapped tightly around you like he's afraid to let go. You sit down on the couch together, and for a long moment, neither of you say anything.

Finally, Yeosang speaks, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why?"

You can't look at him. You stare at your hands, your fingers trembling as you try to form the words. "It's... it's the fans," you mumble, your voice weak and broken. "They... they hate me. They keep saying I don't deserve you. That I'm not good enough, that I'm ruining everything for you."

Yeosang's heart shatters at your words. He pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "You're not ruining anything," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't care what they say. You're the one I love. You're the one I want. No one else."

You try to respond, but the words catch in your throat, and all you can do is sob into his chest.

Yeosang holds you tighter, whispering soft reassurances, sweet nothings, until your breathing starts to slow, your sobs quieting.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, your voice barely audible.

"Don't apologize," he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "You have nothing to apologize for. I'm sorry. I should've seen how much this was hurting you."

You shake your head, but he doesn't let you argue. He just holds you, whispering that everything will be okay, that you're not alone, that he'll always be there.

Eventually, the exhaustion takes over, and you fall asleep in his arms, your head resting against his chest. Yeosang stays awake a little longer, his fingers brushing gently through your hair as he holds you close, vowing to protect you from the world, from the fans, from everything that tries to hurt you.

Because to him, you're all that matters.

❥﹒ ateez taglist: @minkilicious

[olvxva]

all the same | joost klein x f!reader

wc: 1500

warnings: angst, mentions of smoking, drinking, mentions of smut, crying, rpf

the sky was beautiful that morning. sitting on the steps in front of the grey tenement house, you wondered, how much longer would this last? how much longer would you feel so lost? a cigarette smoldering in your mouth, lit with the lighter he gave you. ironic, that you couldn't let it go, even though you hadn't been together for three weeks.

at first it didn't get through to you. after a long argument, full of yelling and throwing everything you could get your hands on, you stood there like a ghost for another hour. you looked at the door behind which the man you had been planning your future with just a few days ago, had disappeared. you hoped he would come back. after all, he always came back, right?

then despair came. tears flowed down your face so thickly that you felt like you were drowning. you were lying on the floor, folded into a ball amidst all the mess, and that's when you knew it was really over. he didn't come back. the next day or the day after that. the moments merged into one. your friends sent more messages and your inbox was flooded with missed calls, that you didn't have the strength to answer. that's how the first week went.

it hurt so much, until finally, there was emptiness. you wanted to escape from these intrusive thoughts, wanted to forget about his smile and his eyes. so when you got a proposal to go to a party with your old friends, you didn't think twice. alcohol and loud music sounded like a solace to your shattered psyche. one evening turned into another. and that into another. that's how the next two weeks passed.

you still thought about him though. you thought about him every night going to the club and every morning waking up in the bed of a new man. every time you closed your eyes, he appeared. Joost. his image was etched into your subconscious so much that you couldn't get rid of it. you knew how disappointed he would be if he saw you. you could imagine the damn regret in his eyes.

you were suddenly torn from your thoughts by a drop that dripped on your nose. it was starting to rain. you stubbed out the rest of your cigarette on the cobblestones of the old stairs and rubbed your tired face with your hands. you didn't care that all your mascara was probably under your eyes now. you were too exhausted to even think about it. you could taste the sour wine you had been drinking just a few hours ago. feeling the cold, you pulled your black coat tighter around you and slowly got up from the stairs. deep down you thanked god, that this time you had chosen more comfortable shoes than high heels because otherwise the way home would have been a real way of the cross.

you took your phone out of your bag and squinted at the bright screen that showed 4:45.

"a new, beautiful day, huh?" you muttered ironically under your breath.

you raised your eyes to look around the unfamiliar area. you didn't quite remember how you got here or who the guy was, who turned out to be nice enough to invite you over. it didn't really matter though. you moved forward hoping that in a moment your brain would recognize one of the streets of Amsterdam.

you walked briskly, covering your head with your coat because at that moment, it was already raining so hard, that your vision was blurring. the cigarettes in your pocket had long since gotten soaked and you could still feel the alcohol in your blood. 

after fifteen minutes of walking blindly, you finally raised your eyes to figure out where your foggy mind had led you. and that's when it hit you. you looked up at the building towering in front of you. the building, where Joost's apartment was located.

tears immediately welled up in your eyes. of course, of all possible paths, your subconscious had led you here. deep down, you were laughing at yourself for being so naive and predictable.

the stupidest thought possible suddenly appeared in your head. you knew, that what you were doing was idiotic. you were no longer together, it was over and you both knew it. your legs were faster than common sense though and in a moment you found yourself on the staircase leading to the door of his apartment.

you entered slowly and hesitantly. your head was taken over by chaos. standing in front of the thin wooden board, you knew that you were only centimeters away from seeing him again. knocking on the door, you already knew that you had made a mistake. 

suddenly you wanted to run away from there, to disappear forever. standing there lost in thought, you didn't notice that the door in front of you had suddenly opened.

and then you saw him for the first time in three weeks. he stood there in front of you, looking like a wreck of a man. his beautiful blue eyes, once filled with light, were dull and bland. his blond hair was messy and too long for your taste. huge bags appeared under his eyes, which were hard to cover and indicated that he hadn't slept in several days. looking at him, you felt as if you were looking at yourself in the mirror. you immediately wanted to cry again. your lower lip began to shake, but you didn't want to show how much it affected you.

you broke and looked into his eyes. he knew. he knew everything. his gaze was exactly as you imagined - empty and full of regret. you froze. your head, filled for weeks with a million thoughts and words that you wanted to throw out, suddenly became empty. you didn't know what to do.

Joost left the door open without a word and went inside. you felt awkward, but you decided to follow him. you took off your shoes in the hallway and hung your coat on the hanger, where you always left it. you entered the apartment and immediately smelled that characteristic smell, that reminded you of the best moments in your life.

you headed towards the couch, where Joost was sitting with his head in his hands. you didn't know what to do with yourself. you slowly approached the man, until you finally found yourself in front of him. your hands automatically started to smooth his hair. Joost slowly raised his eyes and looked straight into yours. he still didn't say a word.

you couldn't figure him out. it used to be no problem for you, but at that moment it seemed impossible. Joost suddenly stood up and you involuntarily moved back. now he was looking down at you. you felt like the smallest person in the world under the weight of his gaze.

"why are you here, y/n?" his voice was filled with uncertainty.

then you couldn't take it anymore. a stream of salty tears ran down your face. Joost instinctively moved closer and wiped your face with his hand. he looked like he was about to cry himself.

"i'm sorry... i'm so sorry, Joost.." the words mixed with your quiet sobs.

the blond embraced you with his whole body and pulled you closer to him. you felt like you were melting into him and then all the pain came back with double the force.

"i'm with you, you hear me? it’s okay."

through the window the rays of the sun began to fall, appearing over the cloudy Amsterdam. you lifted your head to look at him. his face took on an undefined expression. was it despair? probably not. it was more like some strange melancholy. Joost grabbed your face in his hands and rubbed his thumbs over your face again.

"there are so many things i want to tell you now.." he began. "i missed you so fucking much."

"Joost... i can't do it without you" you replied in a quiet voice.

you closed your eyes tired of emotions, unable to look at him any longer. you felt like the worst asshole. you didn't deserve his love.

"y/n, look at me" he said after a moment. "i love you, do you understand that? for the past weeks, i haven't been able to live without thinking about you. i love you.."

he brought his lips closer to yours and suddenly you felt that well-known taste. this kiss was different than any other. filled with all the emotions of the past weeks. you felt at home again - standing in the middle of the living room and kissing the love of your life. you felt that you were revived.

„please, let’s try again… please” you whispered into his mouth. 

Joost rested his forehead against yours.

„i was an idiot to leave then. please, forgive me, y/n. that was my biggest fucking mistake.”

„i forgave you a long time ago” you smiled at him. it was the first real smile in weeks. 

and then you saw it. that damn spark in his beautiful eyes. you felt warmth spreading inside you. you knew that everything would work out somehow because you had him with you again.

„can we go smoke now, please?” you asked with a stupid smile.

„i would go for a smoke with you even if i had to rise from the dead.”

[theoceanoasis]

The Lost Light jumps into a new universe and during their adventures, they find a Soundwave trapped in the Shadowzone. They decide to save him and help him recover and when he's stable again, he decides to shadow/follow after Rodimus all the time. He's like Rodimus' second, violently protective guard dog.

Turns out, Soundwave was engaged/Conjunxed to his Hot Rod but Hot Rod perished when Nyon burned and he never got over it. Now he sees this as a second chance of making things right by caring for this Roddy to the best of his abilities. Over time, Rodimus and Soundwave do fall in love with each other.

"This is so freaky."

"It's like Earth but not."

"Look I can put my hand through the wall!"

"Don't touch that."

He ignored his crews excitement instead focusing on the weird feeling he couldn't shake as though he was being watched. Which shouldn't be possible because Perceptor said there was no life there except his crew.

He looked back at them wondering if someone was watching him but they were all focused on their hands going through the walls.

He looked around again and noticed something out of the corner of his optic. He walked towards it wondering what it could be.

He was shocked to find what looks vaguely like a Cybertronian although he looks really weird.

Noticing that he was injured he decided to help him. He called Ratchet and some of his crew members to help lift.

They all stared at what they found in shock and when Ratchet began repairing him he'd found the Decepticon symbol.

"Do you recognize this mech?"

"He's like nothing I've ever seen before."

Megatron stared down the Decepticon.

"Doesn't matter. If we leave him here with his injuries he will die."

Megatron picked him up when Ratchet did the best he could out there.

"I'll finish working on him in the medbay."

They walked inside with the mech and he sent a message telling the crew to stay away. They locked down the medbay given the unknown threat they'd just brought on board.

Megatron looks at the mech reluctant to have him on board.

"Do you think this is wise?"

For some reason he can't shake the feeling that it is.

"Yes. I can't explain it but I think we can trust him.

After that it was waiting for the mech to wake up. Which didn't take that long surprisingly. He'd looked around confused before zeroing in on him.

He'd taken a step back from the strength of his gaze even though it looked like he didn't have optics.

"What's your name?"

He carefully asked and the mech stared at him for a moment longer before finally revealing his name.

"Soundwave."

They all looked at him in shock because he looked nothing like their dimensions Soundwave.

"Are you hungry?"

He held out a cube of energon and Soundwave quickly drank it.

"How long were you out there?"

"Unknown."

"Why were you trapped in that dimension?"

"Punishment."

"Enough asking questions my patient needs to rest."

He left the medbay feeling optics on him the entire way out. After that Soundwave began recovering. He brought him energon and watched over him constantly finding himself looking for excuses to visit. He couldn't explain why he found himself drawn to Soundwave and it scared him a little.

He heard rumors that Soundwave could read minds and he wondered if he was telepathically messing with him.

When Soundwave was released from the medbay he was given a room near his own, so he could be watched over.

Everyone had been weary both because it was Soundwave and because of his strange look. Whenever Megatron and Soundwave were together everyone would look back and forth nervously wondering what would happen.

Everyone had expected Soundwave to follow Megatron. Including Megatron which was why it was a surprise to everyone that he followed him instead.

He'd been shocked and a little weary as Soundwave followed him around, but eventually he got used to it and it became kind of nice. Especially when Thunderclash visited or when he returned to Cybertron.

The first time Optimus saw him he'd almost voided and someone called Soundwave his protective guard dog. Willing to attack anyone who tried to hurt Rodimus.

He had no idea why Soundwave was doing this and one day he decided to ask. Soundwave had looked tense and seemed to space out for a moment.

He was about to tell him it was fine when Soundwave told him. He'd been engaged to his universes version of him before he was a prime.

Although he never had a chance to become one. Because instead of surviving the fall of Nyon like he did. He perished in the blast and Soundwave had never gotten over it. So consumed with hatred for everyone involved he joined the Decepticons and killed everyone in the Senate.

"Are you trying to replace him?"

He'd given him an unsure look hoping it wasn't the case and Soundwave had quickly shook his head.

"No. I'm not. You two are two different people. I just don't want to see you get hurt and maybe this could be a second chance."

He hugged Soundwave thanking him for telling him knowing how hard it must have been. He hated talking about the fall of Nyon and couldn't imagine losing the love of his life along with everything else in the blast.

After that the two of them hung out more as friends. Instead of Soundwave being his bodyguard. Although he would always protect him it was nice being able to sit with him and talk about different things.

Slowly the two of them fell in love. Both of their sparks healing from everything they've lost.

[mrhyde-mrseek]

I really need to work on my assignments now but I had a skim read through your blog and holy shiit I want to read about your AUs forever and ever holy shitttttt

🥺 Thank you!!! You’re so sweet, this just made my morning so much better!

(And in reference to the procrastination thing, I feel you lol)

[ktkat99]

Jason comes back from the dead and, as he's still a bit out of it, heads to the manor.

Crawling straight up through six feet of compacted earth is hard, especially after waking up suddenly in a coffin, so after he makes it inside, he sits down to rest on the couch.

And immediately falls asleep.

Hours later, Bruce returns home to find Jason's body, covered in dirt, dug up from the grave and left on his couch.

[ilkkawhat]

[emblemxeno]

I genuinely love Rex as a character. He's just genuinely a good person. He meets Pyra once and decides that he personally will take her back to her home, not just to help her but in hopes of helping Alrest by proving it's real. I would die for him your honor.

HE'S SO GOOOOOOD

And like... it's not a coincidence that he's a young protag either, cuz young people (including kids and teens) are so often rebuked and pushed aside when it comes to important discussions or voicing problems with the world. "Just wait til you grow up, it gets worse!" is what so many adults tell kids. It's sad.

But he doesn't lose his love for people or the world and genuinely wants to do things to help everyone, even if it's considered a pipe dream. And it ends up that the "pipe dream" is actually pretty fucking simple because it comes down to "if we're all good to each other, we wouldn't have to search for Elysium because it's right here where we make it." UGHHHHH IT'S SUCH A GOOD STORY AND REX IS SO GREAT

[ravangie]

I. LOVE. YOUR. ART. your artstyle is so beautiful and shows so much talent and love and care and investment into your craft and i LOVE the way it's so unapologetically lesbian and female and! i just love your art so so much. consider this an incoherent thank you for blessing my childhood and now my adulthood with it.

My journey to this point was very long and difficult, I had to overcome a lot of inner conflicts and fears to be where I am right now. I'm still fighting some of them to this day. So thank you SO MUCH for saying all of these beautiful things to me. They really mean the world to me. Truly. It IS unapologetically all about women and I'm very proud of myself for that.

Also hearing that people can feel the love through my work is just... So rewarding and heartwarming, I can't even begin to describe how good it feels. I'm so happy that I'm able to convey these feelings.

Thank you so, so, SO much 🤲💖✨

[amelikos]

Still thinking about Onyx's line at the end of HZ046, saying him and Sango were late because "one of us slept in".

The implications of that one line, like. How did he know she slept in? Do Sango and Onyx actually live together? What are the living arrangements for the Explorers. Did he try to wake her up in the morning to no avail? Was he waiting for her the whole day and had to go fetch her because he waited too long? And why did he drag her in front of everyone and said she slept in.

[famewolf]

it's been since my early 20s that I had in-person friends to actually hang out with regularly. and idk how to word it exactly, but making a push last year to actively try and forge friendships in person was such a good idea

I'd been missing that sense of physical community for so long and I finally feel like I have it back. and it's just a boon to my soul!!

[keibea]

Welcome back! We've missed you! <3 ;-;

this made me literally so happy to see 😭😭 im so happy to be back! ive missed u guys so much ❤️❤️❤️

[romanticatheartt]

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You can’t say no to me (jk)

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[captainseaweedbrains]

Do you know your stories have inspired others?

Oh my goodness! I did not!! That makes me incredibly happy to hear that my stories have inspired people! 🥹🥹🥹🥰🥰🥰

[luck-and-larceny]

You write such fun, charming scenes! And you write so vividly that every scene is easy to picture, to see what's actually happening in the moment. And with the beautiful screenshots you take, it's even easier!

!!!!!

Waaaah. This is one of the nicest things I've ever been told. Thank you, mysterious stranger! That means a lot to me.

[hotshotsxyz]

i just had to come to ur inbox to say that my brain has not been actively on my 911 bullshit but i woke up this morning feeling like reading a buddie fic so i decided to read yours and i’m literally feral about it. you just capture the characters so fucking well and tell such a compelling story and i’m literally just jajsjdjs that was so good. i fucking love time travel stories so much and you just wrote the stuck out of time so well and i’m just !!!!!!!! yeah. gonna be rotating this fic in my head for sure.

wait stop this is so sweet 😭 brb i gotta go cry into my cereal