#and then facing tumblr community gushing about it

[peachesofteal]

I like to think Darling's tumblr is her reblogging paintings and art (plus her other interests), maybe even sharing some of her paintings and having a descent following with friends and mutuals who gush over her paintings, and people who ask for art advice from her. Also Simon and Johnny being supportive and happy for her.

I think that would be cute, but I'd like to know any headcanons you have about Darling's tumblr if you're willing to talk about it?

Ahh yes I’ve been thinking about this since I posted that little blurb yesterday.

It’s an art tumblr, 1000%. She posts her own, reblogs her favorites (big and small) and has managed to build a little community of small artists like herself. I wouldn’t say she has a massive following but her style is recognizable and her work definitely makes the rounds on artblr. She has too much anxiety to sell prints. I feel like she vague posts about the guys too. Little half scratched poems she’s written or just general ramblings about her life and their relationship. Simon is pretty strict on security so she has to be careful what she mentions, but sometimes she even manages to sneak in a photo or two, tastefully framed so you can’t see anyone’s faces, lights and shadow obscuring half the image. She has her internet friends that she chats with who all share her passion (painting, art) and they miss her on those days when she’s too sad to even open the app ☹️

I feel like when the guys are home, they probably also tries to limit her screen time a bit. I think they worry that it’s rotting her brain and contributing to her mental health struggles sometimes.

#peaches asks #dead disco

[mommyownsmee]

hii, do you have any tips for aftercare on dom/mes? like dealing with dom drops etc. i want to take care of them too but i'm not really sure how.

(i love how you explain bdsm, it's so clear and you really care for the community 🥹)

Thank you so much for your message, it‘s incredibly nice of you to think of your Dom/me this way and wanting to practice aftercare for them too.

[I‘ll be calling the/my Submissive S/O in this text because of personal reasons. I‘m writing in a perspective that shows me in a D/S dynamic! I won‘t openly confess to any relationship status here on Tumblr for my own and any other persons personal safety.]

At first I need to explain everything about Dom/me/ Top Drop and what‘s it caused by - so everyone of you understands why a Dom/me needs aftercare too.

If some of you aren‘t interested in this please scroll to the bottom, as that’s where I give examples for aftercare on Dom/mes.

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Of course every Dominant experiences Dom/me/ Top Drop differently and this is just an example for one kind of Dom/me/ Top Drop and one specific kind of trigger. Every Dom/me experiences their Dom/me/ Top Drop differently and for every single one there are different triggers.

Here is how a Dom/me/ Top Drop feels for me:

I get it only shortly after a scene and only if I had an orgasm [where I got touched/penetrated/etc. In fact the orgasm itself is my trigger and that‘s why I often prefer just not to come, which is totally fine for me. It‘s enough for me just to see my S/O in pleasure. It gives me everything I need as a Domme and there is nothing that I miss. I can come from my mind only/ no physical interaction on me or others and this kind of orgasm doesn‘t trigger my Domme/Top Drop at all]:

The scene is over. I’m looking at my S/O, or listening to her breathe on the phone. We’re just there together and everything seems fine. Then, in just an instance, I get this insane amount of longing. I start feeling extremely guilty, especially if my S/O has any marks or bruises or just because of the fact that I just lost control for a second while I had an orgasm. I know it sounds like I‘m a control freak, but in fact it‘s only because I‘m autistic and I like routine. Having an orgasm which got triggered by physical interaction on me is extremely exhausting for my mind and it often happens that I just pass out after them for a minute because those orgasms are extremely intense for me and my body - and this is what really scares me.

So within a few seconds I‘m mentally going through „I need to be held close“ - „Why did I hurt the person I love more than anything else?“ - „Am I enough?“ - „What did just happen? I can‘t remember the last few minutes [only after my orgasm]“ - „Is she okay? I need to check up on her asap“ - „Am I still a good Domme?“ - „My S/O deserves better“ and finally it just ends with „I miss her so much it physically hurts“ and „I just wish she was here/ could come up to me and hold me close and tell me that I‘m enough and everything is fine and we are still we and nothing has changed and that you still love me as much as I love you“.

For me a Dom/me/ Top Drop feels like a gush of depression right in my face. I‘m starting to cry, shake and curl myself up. It‘s awful. I’m starting to rethink my role or effectiveness as her Domme. I maybe notice that I've overthought something during our time together. And above all, I just miss her. Since my S/O and me don‘t live close to each other it‘s hard for me to compensate all of those feelings mostly alone. It‘s a lot better the times she‘s here, but my Dom/me/ Top Drop still happens. I'm aware that it's the amazing chemicals that my body produced while having her with me slowly start to dissipate after our scene and it‘s hard for me to overcome this.

I think the hardest is to filter away the guilt and shame of what we like to do in a scene, and the guilt of what I might have done to my S/O during it. Self acceptance and allowing that to take time is the key. Communication, no matter the distance, is absolutely essential. The biggest thing is to stay honest with myself and my S/O about it. Check-ins are necessary for our dynamic.

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In my opinion Dom/me/ Top Drop and Sub Drop are fundamentally different. A Sub Drop is tied to an actual chemical change in the body, endorphins, dopamine, levels changing over the course of moments. I feel like a Dom/me/ Top drop is more mental. The body produces adrenaline and other drugs during a session, and when we are coming down from them, it is like falling into a deep hole sometimes. We feel a remorse, regret, a disappointment for something not going as planned. I think a Dom/me/ Top Drop is similar to fucking up something important at work or in our personal life. When we put our heart and focus into something that we think is important and it doesn't go well we feel responsible and the pain that comes with failure. As Dom/me we are very vulnerable in these moments, and often have problems showing this. Where a Sub might need chocolate and snuggles, a Dom/me needs reassurance and physical touch from their Sub and told that they're human, that mistakes will happen and we learn from them and improve.

In my opinion Top Drops are happening the same way as Sub Drops and aftercare is a must. It's so important for the relationship, or growth can't happen if these things don't work. A Dom/me might need as much reassurance/ love after a scene as a Submissive does - so please always talk about these things before the D/S dynamic starts.

Just don't be too hard on yourself no matter if you’re the Submissive or the Dominant and keep learning.

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[for both Dom/me and Submissive]

Affirmations of affection

Reassurance

Talk and communication about the scene in detail (emotions, what to change, what was good, what was bad)

Cuddling

Touches and closeness in silence

Slowly 'come back' to the present

Helping each other clean up

Sharing a shower/ bath after

Watching movies

Jokes and being silly together

Food, fluids

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[wheeboo]

Talk about your moots; what do you like most about them (could be a paragraph or a single sentence, spread the love!!)

omgomg okay lets do this guys. just know i luv every single one of you and without any of you i would not be where i am rn today!! i'm sorry if u were not included its prob bcuz we haven't interacted much yet but i also suck at communicating lmaosdjfldjkkfds i really do not deserve any of you istg

@ylliris-hanniehae - ylli is so sweet n comforting :(( like she's been with me since almost the beginning of me posting on tumblr here and she's been so supportive ever since!! i love the conversations that we have together and she really feels like a little sister to me!! she deserves all the happiness in the world fr

@fairyhaos - yena was the first person i asked to be moots with on here LOL and i remember being like "omfg should i send the ask should i send it" and well i don't regret it one bit!! she's so bubbly and sweet and i will never not say this- she always puts on smile on my face as well as everyone elses!! her fics are also soo comforting and so creative i love it sm

@etherealyoungk - skye is SOO lovely like i remember the moment she liked my mingyu fic and me freaking out like I RECOGNISE THAT NAME RIGHT THERE and i dont regret asking to be moots with her!! i love when she checks in with not just me but everyone else around her she's just so sweet n caring :(( i also love when we randomly scream abt different dramas together lmaoo

@slytherinshua - zanna and i just clicked like a snap the moment we started talking and istg she's so entertaining and funny like there's never a dull moment talking to her!! i love screaming about park jihoon and kdramas w her!! she’s also introduced to so many new groups i’m grateful for that. i also adore our late night music sessions and when we watch dramas together and cry and laugh and just everything

@mirxzii - roxie deserves all the happiness n love and she's so supportive n so silly too !! also i think she's soo relatable w some of the stuff she has said lmaoo it's so goofy and she's also been with me since the very beginning and i very much thank her for that

@rubywonu - nia i miss her so much she's been busy w school so we haven't been able to talk a lot so everyone SEND LOVE TO HER RN. i remember silently gushing abt the love series she made with svt members and being moots and getting to know her i see she's so sweet n chill but ik she got that lil chaotic side to her

@icyminghao - noelle every time i interact w her i just have this giddy smile on my face like its so refreshing to talk to her!! she's busy these days cuz of exams so everyone PLS send love to her too. shes so sweet n i lLOVE it when she screams in caps its the most hilarious thing ever

@wqnwoos - hana her writing istg literally the best thing ever?? its like so delicate but also gets me giggling n kicking my feet fr HAHA like i love it sm. she's such a sweet n chill person to interact with i really hope that i could talk to her more. i also love the poems and words that she reposts because YES i see them it reminds of those poem slideshows on tiktok that either got me crying or the most relatable thing ever

@hannyoontify - kie is so lovely i really hope i can talk to her more!! she's just so sweet n nice n very supportive! also shes like a drum major so hella kudos to her for that such a hardworking queen fr!! i can't wait to interact w her more because ik she's a very fun person to talk to

@toruro - mika i still don't understand how i managed to be moots w her like i admire her sm!! her writing never fails to amaze me like i NEED her brain rn and shes just so pretty?? will never deny that i have a platonic crush on her lmaoo!! and whenever we talk it feels very comfortable and natural it kinda reminds me of catching up with a friend over coffee tbh

@kyeomyun - jada is SOO LOVELY N SUPPORTIVE i always love seeing her pop up in my notifs or inbox and when we scream at each other sometimes LMAO. she's just such a very fun person to talk and i hope we can have more one on one conversations w each other bcuz ik for a fact we're both gonna be screaming over SOMETHING

@blue-jisungs - axe is SO funny and bright and whenever she pops up in my notifs it literally brightens my day sm. like she's just soo infectious that i just can't help but smile?? also she loves kdramas so i hope one day we can scream at each other abt it because YES. her nails and hair are also slay ik for a fact she rocks anything

#i love every single one of u and if u werent here... #i still love u as well dont worry #ylli! #yena! #skye! #zanna! #roxie! #nia! #noelle! #hana! #kie! #mika! #jada! #axe! #friends ༊

[butch-reidentified]

hello hello my lovely Tumblr gals!

I've been waiting to post about this until it was like, a forreal sure thing, but I'm SO excited I gotta share the news 🤩

soooo as most of you already know, my wife & I both have serious chronic health conditions, which come with severe chronic pain as well as all the other wonderful symptoms. We have been struggling to maintain a life of working full time, doing things we enjoy to keep ourselves sane, taking care of our 6 pets, and also getting chores/errands/tasks done like keeping the house clean, grocery shopping and cooking instead of frozen meals and doordash, etc. A couple weeks ago, I posted an ad on a roommate seeking page to "rent" out our spare bedroom. Except instead of money, the majority of the rent would be "paid" by helping us out with those sorts of tasks to help us live as close to a normal life as possible. I created a scaled system where the more assistance = the more the reduction in rent, with a very low cap on the money side of the rent bc we really don't want to take advantage of anyone or profit off renting out a room, so just enough to cover the basic costs. The goal was to find a mutually beneficial arrangement with someone who needed a place to live without paying the current horrifying rental prices of South FL, and was able bodied and capable of helping us out a bit (on their own schedule, around their other work/obligations).

I posted it pretty impulsively when I had the idea, thinking not many people would see it or respond to it, just sort of putting feelers out to see if there was any interest in that kind of arrangement. I specified female only (and of course got multiple messages from men). First thing the next morning, a woman who looks about my age sends me a message. She and her gf have been urgently looking for housing since the plans they had made had fallen through last minute, after they were already packed and everything with their lease ending at the end of February.

She was 100% good vibes right away. We messaged for a couple hours straight, just got talking, and intermittently throughout the day. It turned out there were so many strange coincidences between us, it was uncanny. And talking to her felt like talking to a close friend of many years, not a total stranger. That first day I talked to her, really good things happened to me the rest of the day. Solutions to problems that had been causing me stress for weeks or months fell into my lap. I'm not spiritual or superstitious or anything for the most part, but sometimes the universe is just screaming in your face that something is right.

We kept texting, and planned a video chat "wine date" to discuss the arrangement and get to know each other better. We talked for hours, past 2am, and it felt so natural. Never an awkward moment. We have very similar couple dynamics, we like the same lifestyle and hobbies, we have the exact same sense of humor and communication style, the first woman I had talked to and I go by the same nickname, their dog and one of our dogs are very similar breed mixes and born almost exactly just 1 month apart... I could go on. I mean we even buy the same brand of vapes 😅 They're clean freaks who enjoy cleaning together, and one of them is super into cooking and likes to keep an herb and vegetable garden (we have a huge backyard and have been longing for a garden for ages). I looked up their post in the group, which was posted weeks before mine, and they were a perfect match. We were looking for the exact same things in a roommate.

The decision was made that first video chat night (there have been more since). They were abso-fucking-lutely going to be our new roomies. I wrote up a unique lease, month to month like we both were looking for, and had it looked over by a lawyer, who said we're good to go. My wife and I have been gushing about them to all our friends and our parents. We've been calling it a "couples crush" 😂 I told them that, and they excitedly admitted they've been doing the same thing. My wife and I have also been so much happier and more productive and active since all this started.

These absolute angels have even offered to help us get the house clean from where it's at now instead of us rushing to deep clean before they arrive. They seem genuinely empathetic and like they want to help 😭 And we feel the same way about their housing and financial situation. We own the home, which means there's an inherent power dynamic when renting out a room, so I worked hard to talk to them and create a lease that would equalize as much as possible. My wife and I emphatically expressed that we want them to feel like it's fully their home - we remember from renting in the past how it can sometimes not feel like your home. For me, renting was damaging to my mental health. All the rules and restrictions made me feel unable to create a safe-feeling home environment. We don't want to put any restrictions on them when it comes to pets, drilling into walls, painting the room, re-landscaping the backyard, whatever. We also told them they're always welcome to give us feedback, communicate totally honestly with us about any of their needs, complaints, changes they want to the lease, etc.

Soooo with all that said... they're moving in on Friday! We are all counting the days. We already know we're gonna have a ton of fun together. We even agreed to have "family dinners" sitting together at the table a couple times a week 🙈 We are all just so dorky it's beautiful.

And! I accidentally said "gyns" referring to them in a message 😅 so I had to explain that, and they were SUPER interested and want us to teach them about radical feminism. Like??? We couldn't have created a more perfect roommate situation in a mad scientist's lab. I've been working on trusting my gut recently, as it never seems to lead me astray, and every instinct I have says this is Good.

#mine #roommates #happy posts #long post #terf house

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Help me Obi Peach Kenobi, I need your opinion on a veeeeeeeeery unimportant topic.

In my last Ask you talked about Jikook's chemistry

And also how a lot of people don't see it. And on Tumblr I've seen: 

people that blatantly ignore it (which is so grotesque to me, I don't have further think on that)

and people who say "Jikook were very close till 2019, but not since then. Their moments just don't do it for me anymore"

So I've just wanted to hear your thoughts on the "Jikook aren't as close anymore (aka since 2019)" narrative?

Why I am asking for your opinion on this:

I value your opinion. You are someone where I think, the balance of the force is with you

you've been a BTS for quite a long time, much longer than me. 2021 has been the first time I've experienced BTS and Jikook content live and not just from watching past content. So I fear maybe that plays into my perception

while you enjoy Jikooks relationship, it's not a big focus for you. So there's less confirmation bias involved

Ask 2: Do you think the way ppl see jikook changed cos of the pandemic? Jikook used to be like sirens blasting

LOOK AT ME I'M FRUITY

NO MANGO.

Now they're very calm I almost don't notice them.

Ask 3: The way the fandom ignores jikook irritates the hell out of me. Some Armys are like sheep that do whatever big accounts tell them even if it means not seeing jikook giving hickeys. I'm not a shipper but I almost want to become one to negate the effect of Army always pretending jikook doesn't exist.

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(...No mango? Really?)

Hi @guacamoli-avocadorado 💜 and Anon(s)!

I decided to group these very differently written asks together because I think they all pose similar questions. I’ll try not to ramble.

A couple years ago, I used to have this same debate with a joker friend on Twitter. In fact she’s the person that convinced me to join Tumblr where she said a bigger jikooker community was. Let’s call her A. I remember she had a theory that the way the fandom relates to jikook has changed dramatically since 2017, and she explained there are three or four groups of people in the fandom who react to jikook in particular ways.

1. The homophobic subset of the fandom. There’s no getting around it - many people are homophobic, either due to cultural upbringing such as the traditionally religious, or some other prejudice, and in a fandom as big as ARMY many of which are from conservative Asian cultures, there’s bound to be thousands like this.

2. The non-homophobic subset of the fandom that notices or suspects jikook but says nothing either out of respect or out of an inclination to protect them. (As a non-shipping rapline bias who had just started asking explicit questions at the time, she placed me in this group). Jikook can be as affectionate as they want with each other and it can be explained away as skinship or something permissible for idols to do - I’ve seen some jikookers refer to this as a glass closet. Some non-shipping people in the fandom see this, occasionally joke about jikook in this way, but try not to excessively draw attention to jikook given LGBT+ rights are frankly non-existent in Korea.

3. The rival shippers. Throw in the y/ns who sometimes overlap with the homophobes, the taekookers, yoonminers, etc. These are basically other shippers who may or may not see jikook, but clearly have an interest in dismissing anything jikook do.

4. The people who just don’t care. For them, out of sight is out of mind, and even when in sight, the interpersonal dynamics between the members is just not something they care about. One of my closest ARMY friends (Minimoni bias) is exactly like this. I could gush from now till tomorrow about jikook and the most she’ll do is have a slightly amused look on her face. It’s not that she hates jikook or hates shipping, she’s simply not interested in it.

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At the time, I argued with A that there are more sub-groups (in group 4 for example there are anti-shippers who actively squash down any mention of interpersonal chemistry because they think it distracts people from the music and cheapens it. They’re like music purists or something lol, but some of them also overlap with group 1 and so they have an added interest in dismissing any chemistry at all). But looking at all your asks, I’d say these four groups broadly explain the reasons the fandom reacts to jikook the way they do.

@guacamoli-avocadorado , I think in addition to all these, the sorts of people to say they no longer see jikook since like 2019, are a particular type of shipper. These are people who I think need constant stimulation, they ship actively (and I’d argue in borderline unhealthy ways) and need a constant drip feed of content. The reason I say it’s borderline unhealthy, is because I think these are people who run the risk of seeing BTS more as objects than as real people with real lives which include other people besides Jimin and Jungkook.

Because a lot did change for BTS and jikook in 2020. Many pairing moments usually come from on stage interactions on tour and the Vlives that would happen right after, Run BTS moments, off the clock sightings in tour locations, and so on. Since 2020, first with the pandemic and then their hiatus, nearly all of these opportunities have whittled down in frequency, and in some ways have almost dried up. So people who forget that after the cameras turn off, BTS still exist in each other’s lives, and that even with reduced on camera instances jikook still maintain a consistency their fondness for each other, those people then come online to complain about jikook either not being as close or jikook not even being close at all anymore.

It’s basically bias - a form of binary confirmation bias where the absence of constant evidence negates every possibility. The annoying thing is that, it’s actually true that jikook’s relationship has changed, but it’s also true that it hasn’t really changed all that much either. Jimin and Jungkook are two individuals, adult men with different friend groups and different personal and career goals. As they mature, so will their relationship. As time passes we get glimpses into what that looks like, but based on what I’ve seen, the chemistry, fondness, and deference between them hasn’t worsened at all. It’s taken on a slightly different shade, but the Busan Bros have not slowed down their shenanigans.

I remember in 2020 when people were saying they had broken up (I’m not certain they’re dating, but I do remember seeing this theory all over based on an ‘out of sight out of mind’ rationale), and we later learned Jungkook had been getting drunk with him privately and spinning a grown man around bridal style.

I don’t know when people will learn to live and let live with jikook. They haven’t slowed down in 10 years, with the cameras rolling and the cameras off. Their relationship might have indeed changed since 2019, but not in any meaningful way that negates their love and respect for each other.

Whether or not some people see it has more to do with them and their bias, than anything jikook may or may not be doing in their personal lives.

#jikook #Jungkook #jimin #fandom behavior #bts fandom

[gibbyslounge]

things im still not over (as someone who was mostly inactive since mid 2021):

mask and change my clothes!! i dont think i was active on tumblr when change my clothes was released, but the way i ascended when i heard his soft sweet singing voice <33 mask is my favorite song of his and it still makes me emotional to think about what the song meant to him. his creativity is one of his greatest strengths and i am endlessly happy that he found a way to share more of himself in a way that he really enjoys

DREAM TEAM MEETUP tbh i really did not know if these days would ever come. its so so so crazy to think that florida man dream texas cowboy sapnap and british george are really all living together and existing in the same space. seeing them be THEM irl is still very surreal and makes me pause for a second without fail. so so much of the community centered around them not having met each other irl

DREAM FACE REVEAL!!!! this one i REALLY HONESTLY didnt know if it would ever come, just because the courage it takes to face reveal after building one of the largest audiences is fucking crazy. i thought that even if they did end up living together, dream might’ve found that he is happy to just be with them and not want to face reveal anymore. ig never doubt dream- he’s such a “go big or go home” type of person. i love him regardless but now he is also a big bear who wears cat beanies and has the prettiest eyes and im emotionally attached

dream pics before his face reveal with a big emphasis on suit pics, swt halloween, and strawberry dream. his white hoodie posey pose and the ones with the blanket and patches have a permanent home in my heart but these had me convulsing and i didnt get to gush about them here </3

#long tagsss #why does it feel like no time has passed yet SO MUCH has changed #i feel very very late to everything i think in some ways i am still kinda stuck in the past #it was just today where i officially really matched dream to his voice and that was rlly cool #he has always been very cute and dorky kind generous and open hearted #and you can see that when he interacts with people in irl streams too #ik i kinda left wo saying anything and sometimes i wish i had still been active to freak out abt everything w everyone #but basically it just got more stressful than fun bc my hpfx became unhealthy and i had to move for college and learn to be on my own #im back home now after transferring and my mental health is a lot better #sm has changed in my life too!! #being active here still makes me feel nostalgic abt all the old times though #however it really is just the beginning and i keep thinking abt how dream spoke abt things speeding up and im v v happy that i get to tunein #dreamblr

[krp1x1finder]

hello! looking for long-term partners. i'm 25+ and only write with others who are 21+, so please keep that in mind! i go by she / her pronouns and live in the cst / gmt-6 time zone. [basics…] » i'd rather write on discord within our own private 1x1 server, but i'm open to writing on mewe and tumblr. » third-person p.o.v only. novella and multi-para are my go-to, but single-para can be used for quick scenes and one-liners are strictly for dm / text threads. i typically write two to six paragraphs on average, but i can write shorter or longer, depending on your preference or the plot / thread. » semi-active. due to work, other hobbies, health issues, and so on, my activity does fluctuate. i can usually write two to four replies a week, but this might dip or rise depending on what's going on. i'll communicate with you if i need to take longer to reply. i'm also understanding if my partner's busy, but i do expect some proper level of communication from you too. » i match my partner's energy. if you prefer to focus on plots and threads with minimal chatting, i can do that. if you prefer gushing about our muses, making pinterest boards, getting into world-building, etc., i can do that too. as long as we're both interested in our threads, i don't care. » continuing with the note above, if it seems like you're not interested or like i have to carry everything, i'm going to drop what we have going on. sorry, not into that. enthusiasm's needed.

[writing…] » i'm interested in everything: idolverse, au, original, and fandom-based plots. when it comes to genres / themes, i have a strong preference for horror, but i also love to write crime, fantasy, historical, sci-fi, and slice-of-life. i also love a heavy dose of angst with a smattering of fluff thrown in. » i have a long list of fandom-based au ideas, but i'll keep it limited to just these few for now: alice in wonderland, dead by daylight, kiki's delivery service, and princess mononoke. » darker topics and toxic dynamics are definitely welcome. we can discuss what we're open to writing, what's off limits, and any triggers before writing together. » mxm and fxf ships are highly preferred. i'm open to mxf pairs, but they do require doubling and matched enthusiasm. smut's welcome, but not necessary, and it can be vague, detailed, or fade-to-black. if smut becomes involved, i do prefer that it's more plot-based, but it's not required.

[faceclaims…] » i use faces from the following groups and soloists (excluding obviously problematic members). ult means they're my absolute favorite to write as and against, with interest leading downward from primary, secondary, and tertiary. — ult: monsta x, twice, wonho — primary: b.a.p, chungha, dpr ian, dreamcatcher, (g)i-dle, heize, highlight, oneus — secondary: bibi, corbyn, exid, got7, girl's generation, hyolyn, pentagon, wei, wjsn — tertiary: aespa, kang daniel, kingdom, kwon eunbi, onlyoneof, park jihoon, purple kiss, red velvet

» i'm NOT interested in writing against the following groups: ateez, big bang, blackpink, bts, exo, nct, stray kids, suju, and txt.

[end…] thank you for reading everything! if interested, please like this post and i'll reach out to you via tumblr dms!

🌸 !

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[astrobei]

Hello Suni astrobei. For end of year asks, I ask you 2 and 12

hi abby strangeswift !! ok so i got a couple asks for 2 so i’m going to answer that one elsewhere so i can focus my full attention on Gushing !

12. talk about a new friend you made this year

ok i’m about to get seriously so sappy so if you don’t feel like reading through all this feel free to Leave (no hard feelings LOL)

i’m someone who has a pretty small social circle irl so i never thought i’d meet so many wonderful ppl this year, and definitely not online and definitely not because i started writing fanfiction again LOL like if u told january suni this she’d look at u like 👁👁 on a more serious note though this year was insane for me. so much changed really quickly in my life and i’m so beyond grateful that amidst all the chaos i was led to all of u guys ! literally if we’ve had even one conversation on here there’s a very high chance i’ve referred to u as a friend irl so. do with that what u will.

abby and ella (@elekinetic) and sierra (@finalgirlbyers) i want u guys to know that i treasure u all So Much. like even if our convos are sporadic or if we talk exclusively through asks ur presence on my dash brings me so much joy and i look forward to each post u make and each message and each ask and each incoherent ramble in the tags !! i don’t have Favorite Mutuals but if i did it would be u guys because it’s insane how much i light up seeing ur urls ! i hope 2023 brings so many more wonderful interactions w u guys, u rly make my mindless scrolling on tumblr 100x more fun

yvie @nnilkyway HELLO i am so so beyond grateful i met them this year ! what a strange stroke of luck too bc i was so obsessed w their art before we met and hearing him say he was a big fan of my work was like. mind boggling. anyways yvie is literally one of the funniest people i have ever met in my life oh my god it’s so rare for me to find people whose sense of humor just Clicks with mine but like. four messages in and we were sending each other memes and becoming best friends and it was fantastic! i have never once felt weird or intimidated talking to them which is crazy for me, a person who feels weird and intimidated a Lot, and also need i reiterate his INSANE TALENT !! like holy shit ! my go to person for talking about gf mike wheeler or mitski or literally just anything and everything. yvie if you’re reading this i am putting u in my pocket and holding u so close. mwah. also we are married, btw. if anyone cares.

haven @bookinit02 OK. you all have heard me gush about haven a million and one times on this blog and i’m sure you’ve seen her gush about me because she’s (rightfully) obsessed with me (/j. kind of) but haven was the first friend i ever made in the byler community which is so so beyond insane to me. i fell in love with her writing so instantaneously and you guys should’ve been there to see my reaction when i saw her leave her first comment on my fic. literally screamed it was so embarrassing 😭 we talked exclusively through ao3 comments for a while because she’d yell every time i updated ihcisc and i’d yell every time she updated her season 2 rewrite and then one day she dm’d me asking me to make a twt to add me to a byler gc and the rest was History. anyways haven is one of the most talented most creative people i’ve ever met BUT she’s also one of the sweetest and most compassionate people on the face of this planet and deserves nothing but good things always ! she’s one of those people that i need to talk to every day or i’ll go insane and i love how our convos can speedrun the entire human spectrum of emotions within like. 5 minutes. she’s so incredibly supportive and my #1 hype girl and she has the freaky ability to entirely turn my mood around on a bad day in less than 20 seconds. she literally managed to sleuth around and find my venmo just to send me soup money. if i could buy her Everything then i literally would. i would eat cilantro for her. i would watch the mlvn makeout scene for her. i would get my socks wet for her. literally i would do anything for her and i can’t wait until i see her in june and i chase her in circles around the airport and then we kiss👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽 and we Hug so tight and platonically 🫂

thea @wiseatom u already know. i tell her every day that i would do literally anything she asked of me and it’s true! literally 2 minutes ago she said “suni u should dye ur hair green” and for a moment i seriously considered it. anyways thea is objectively the funniest fucking person i have ever met in my life and is also my twin. if my twin were blond and taller and also a different age. in all seriousness though thea feels like the world’s most insane older sister to me and as an Actual older sister i’m really loving the feral little sibling treatment. she’s so insane easy to talk to (probably bc our brains work in the exact same way) and Oozes talent from literally every single cell in her body. she sends me a snippet of her work and i spend the next 10 minutes rolling on the floor trying not to SCREAM. there are so few people who can make me laugh as much as she does but also turn me into a blubbering mess of a baby with her Evil Cruel Prose 2 seconds later but thea wiseatom has been put on this planet to achieve the impossible. i have rarely felt so seen as i do when i talk to her, whether it’s for advice or Wallowing or complaining about our disproportionately large heads together, she is so kind and supportive and one of my favorite people Ever. i can’t believe the universe put her 3000 miles away from me because i Need to be a menace to her in person but we’ll make it work. every day i say goodnight to her at 8 pm my time and then say good morning to her at 2 am my time and then i go to bed <3 thea if you’re reading this (and u better be. i tagged u) i hope u know that u are the light of my life and i am packing my bindle as we speak to begin the cross country trek. mwah.

@andiwriteordie ANDI ! i miss talking to u every day but u are so busy with ur big girl job and cranking out quality fics at light speed so i’ll give u a pass 😔 andi is literally a legend in the byler fic community so when i found out she Knew Who I Was,,, i died. i literally died. even when we haven’t talked in a while i love how we can pick up a convo like nothing has changed or send posts that remind us of each other or go crazy apeshit in each others tags like there’s no tomorrow !! andi is so so inspirational to me, she is so kind and creative and full of positivity (even if her writing is mean and full of Sadness and Misery. still haven’t forgiven u for descent, btw) she feels like my other older sister and she has such an insane way with words that i will never understand ! thank u for singlehandedly keeping byler tumblr going, i hope 2023 is so kind to u and u get ultra promoted and have so much fun at the eras tour like u deserve <3

moon aka @smoosnoom omg ok not only is moon so crazy talented but she is such! a sweet person! back when i started writing for byler she was such an enigma to me, an ao3 user and a total Mystery, so i never expected us to actually talk and now! here we are! she is so uplifting and supportive and i’ve loved getting to know her over the past few months, whether it’s bonding over our shared hatred (affectionate. mostly) of finn wolfhard or bawling our eyes out to everything everywhere (oh my god.) seeing her comment on my first fic literally made my heart stop dead in my chest. she has such a gift for making everyone feel so immediately accepted and welcome in any space, and i will spend the rest of my life stewing in anger that she’s taller than me. that feels extremely, unfathomably illegal. anyway moon if ur reading this (and u also better be! bc i tagged u!!) i hope the new year is so good to u <3 mwah ily

#ok this was so long . #now that i’ve Gushed #i can continue to the other asks in my inbox. oops #anyways i love my friends so much if u couodnt tell #so full of Love and Good Feelings today #thanks for this ask abby i bet u are regretting it now LOL #/ask

[handgiven]

Sending in my url to gush about 💚 hi kai

send me a url to gush about.

aight, buckle up, and pray that i can say anything that i don't already say to you on the daily because wow do i appreciate your existence a whole lot to the point where it gets overwhelming and i need to vent it at you lest i go crazy ! so hey, @spookyagentfmulder. you do some wonderful things over there on the blog. you take this guy, very much a product of his era on tv, you take him, and you run. and you make him your own. but you don't change him. you just kind of discover, bit by bit, what he could have been, had he not been confined by the dictate of existing as a man back in the day. that's genuinely the first thing i ever think of when considering the List Of Things I Appreciate About You.

the other things, in no particular order and with some sure to be left out and forgotten for now, but surely remembered and yelled in your face later — your writing. oh my god. the things you come up with and the way you include them with such ease and the way they crash me without you taking a pause. wow.

your mind. i could swear to god it goes at approximately 151651465265 miles per hour or whatever the americans say. the way those narratives you bake up get crisp with time. the way they encircle you and me and the muses and the way the themse and the motives come to poke you when you don't expect it. wow. you do it so well.

your heart. you are genuinely one of the most sweetheartest people i have had the pleasure of meeting not only since revamping emmanuel, but also just in general, over the years here in the tumblr rp community. you have been open and you have been understanding and you have been just. very kind. to me. one of the first people to even really start talking to me on this new blog. you made the beginning so much easier. and you make the now just great. so. thanks for that 💛

#spookyagentfmulder #▻ 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝐸𝑅𝐴𝐿 、answered ⁽ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗᵘⁿᶦⁿᵍ ᶦⁿ ⁾ #one thing that ought to be known about me is that i am in fact a herald number one fan #don't look at me i'm sappy okay !!! you did this tho !!! by a) existing b) sending this in and giving me the Excuse

[yoon-oh-what-i-deserve]

Growing Cold - Jeong Jaehyun [Chapter 2]

A/N: Aah, I know this should have been up sooner, but everything has been a little bit chaotic around here. I’m still bummed Tumblr did me dirty and didn’t add the first chapter to the tags, but on well, what can we do, right? Hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Taglist: @fubsyy ​, @mkjeongd-blog ​, @nominsgirl ​, @baehaechannie

Navigation: Growing Cold Masterlist | Chapter One | Chapter 3

November 2018

As the days went by and things went back to their normal course, there was one thing that didn’t seem to change: the fact that Y/N and Jaehyun could be seen together almost every day now.  

It was no surprise to anyone, of course, as they have admitted they were friends, but what no one could ignore was that there was something different about them, some kind of unspoken feeling that didn’t seem so noticeable before.  

They were always wearing smiles in public, despite how many people swarmed over them to take pictures, their bodies were closer to each other and their hands slightly touching and brushing against one another more often than not. To the whole world, it could mean nothing, but to teenage magazines and fangirls, it could be the information they all needed to start the rumors.  

After what seemed to be a long and agonizing day, all Y/N wanted was to just cease all communication with the world and head home, get in the bathtub and have a long and relaxing bubble bath as she tried to get her mind off of all the things that had been told her that day, all the dates, names and meetings she had to memorize. And while there was nothing more than the feeling of having a good rest on her mind, there was one more thing she had to do, but it could never be considered a job for her.

The door to the small coffee shop was pushed open and in went a heavily dressed Hana, a gush of air following her as the journalist scanned the place in search for her best friend. Shrugging the coat out of her shoulders, Hana made her way towards one of the tables in the back, her eyes keeping contact with the girl sitting there as she sipped on her latte carefully, blowing some of the hotness away before she could put the cup to her lips again.  

“I swear I’ll never get over this cold,” the girl said when she finally reached her friend, her coat now hanging in the back of the chair as she plopped herself down ungracefully, her feet kicking the table legs. “It doesn’t matter how long I live here. I just can’t.”

Y/N chuckled lightly, her hand pushing a cup of hot chocolate towards the brunette, her eyes rolling as she watched the journalist shake the gloves out of her hands and hug the warm cup as if all the warmth in her body depended on it. The temperature had dropped significantly that day, something no one was expecting in the late days of October, but by the way Hana was behaving, it almost felt like they were leaving in the new glacial era. Y/N knew her friend wasn’t keen on the cold and her core temperature must have been a little higher than most people, but she was being a little bit too much.

The model shook her head and sipped on her latte one more time, a smile never leaving her face as she watched her best friend straighten up her back and take a deep breath as she felt herself getting warmed up by the hot drink going down her throat.

“As much as I would love to spend the rest of my evening with you,” Y/N started, her fingers drumming against the plastic cup she had been holding. “I know this is not a friendly meeting, Nana,” she smiled. “Your bosses want something, right?”

Hana chocked on her drink, her eyes tearing up as she coughed and tried to regain the breath she had lost, her right hand hitting against her chest in a feeble attempt of getting better sooner.  

She knew Y/N would have guessed something of the sorts and she wasn’t wrong, but the fact that she had been so open about it like there was no other possibility for their meeting had caught her by surprise. Maybe Hana wasn’t so smooth about it as she had thought.  

“I know you, Nana,” Y/N giggled, her hand reaching across the table and touching her friend’s arm in a reassuring way. “It’s not like I think you’re using our friendship, come on. I just know you had an ulterior reason to be here today. I don’t blame you.”

The journalist took a deep breath, a small apologetic smile on her face as she turned her head to her best friend. There was no point in lying to her, not after everything they had been through, not after all the years they had known each other. If there was anyone she could always come out and be honest with, it was Y/N Y/L/N, and she knew it.

Her job required her nagging and digging the dirty of the celebrities, mainly the ones that had their fanbase composed majority of teenagers and young adults. Unfortunately, it included Y/N and both girls knew what they were up to when they signed up for the lifestyle they had chosen.

“Ok, here’s the thing,” Nana started, her body leaning over the table as if she was about to tell a secret, her voice dropping significantly low. “There have been some pictures of you and Jae going around for the past few weeks and everyone is going nuts. You won’t believe how these people think your life is their business,” she rolled her eyes.

“I think I know how it is,” Y/N smirked, her cup raising as if in a toast.

“No, you don’t. It’s so much more than you can imagine,” Hana shuddered. “Anyways, the fact is: they won’t stop until they figure it all out and while I’m here to, officially, get something out of you, I’m also here as your best friend to alert you there are some reporters that are trying to trick the both of you into admitting it. I don’t know how it’s gonna go, but it’s gonna happen.”

Y/N took a deep breath. She couldn’t understand why those people were so invested in her life, why they wanted to know so desperately whether she was dating Jaehyun or not. She didn’t have the answer to that question herself. It was a complicated thing that neither of them had addressed yet and while it seemed like things had escalated for the past few weeks, no one had said anything about it being official or not.  

All the circus the media had been planning around her life certainly didn’t help it and the fact that Hana was there to tell her that meant that they were really interested in what’s happening.  

It wasn’t like they had anything else to do, right? Not like there were far worse problems in the world. What had happened to people being free to do whatever they wanted to without being judged? It had never applied to her or anyone else in the same position as her.

“I’ll tell them nothing’s going on, of course,” Hana said interrupting the girl’s thoughts. “I mean, I would never tell them anything you don’t want me to, Y/N/N, and you know that. I just had to come here and act as if I was doing my job so they wouldn’t get suspicious.”

Y/N nodded, her eyes still not focused on the girl in front of her. “It’s not like I would know what to tell you, Nana,” she sighed.  

The tone of defeat was evident in her voice, something Hana had never seen before. Y/N had always been so bubbly and happy, taking things as they went and never thinking too much about it. That’s how she had ended up in that kind of relationship with Jaehyun in the first place.

Upon seeing her best friend so lost and her eyes still not focusing on her, Hana knew that there was something going through Y/N’s mind, something she hadn’t let out yet and it was consuming her.  

“What happened?” The journalist pressed, her hand reaching for her best friend’s, squeezing it tightly in a soothing way of saying she could open up and tell her.

Y/N took a deep breath before looking at the girl she had known for almost all her life. There was something pressing on her chest, something she couldn’t quite tell what it was, something she felt changing in the past few weeks, but she couldn’t understand it.

“Y/N/N, I know something is up, so if you feel like you can’t tell me, to the hell with it. You know you can trust me. You know I’m here for you whatever it is.”

“I don’t know what it is,” she finally admitted, her eyes looking lost in thought as she shook her head. “I don’t know, Nana. I just feel like I’m completely lost in my emotions. It’s all over the place and there’s this agonizing pressure in my chest as if someone was trying to prevent the air from entering my lungs. And it’s all gone whenever I’m with Jaehyun, ok? It’s like I can breathe properly, like the day is so much brighter and the skies are suddenly blue. I smile a lot more, everything is beautiful. And I hate it. Oh God, how I hate it.”

There was a moment of silence before Hana looked at the girl, her eyes burning into the side of Y/N’s face, trying to keep her façade for a little bit longer, but it was impossible. That was when the laughter came out of the journalist, her mouth opening in a fit of giggles escaping from her throat.

Y/N looked at her in bewilderment. She had just told her everything that had been going on with her, all the weird stuff she had been feeling and that was how Hana would react? Laughing loudly at her while dozens of people stared at them? Some best friend she had gotten.

After what felt like an eternity, and several attempts of shushing the brunette down, she finally came out of her stupor, her eyes tearing up a little bit at the sides, her breathing erratic and her fingers a little shaky as she tried to wipe some of the tears that had managed to escape.  

“Oh my God, Y/N/N, I love you to death, but damn, you’re so thick sometimes,” was the first thing to come out of her mouth as soon as she regained the ability to speak. The look of confusion the model gave her had her shaking her head one more time. “You like him!” She explained.

“Of course, I do!” Y/N rolled her eyes. “I think we’re way past that now, Nana.”

“No, no,” Hana interrupted her. “You don’t get it. Of course you like him, you’ve been friends for years. What I mean is... You like like him. You’re in love with him, Y/N, and it’s so obvious, so goddamned obvious and you don’t see it.”

Whatever it was that Y/N thought was happening to her, it wasn’t it. How could she have been so oblivious to the way she felt about Jaehyun? How could she reach the point in her life that she couldn’t recognize what she was feeling?

The realization of her new found emotions for Jaehyun was just too much. How could she fall in love with him? How could it have happened out of nowhere?  

“Stop laughing!” Y/N screeched, her hands now covering her face as she shook her head non-stop. When had it happened? “It’s not funny.”

“Well, I think it’s hilarious,” Hana admitted, her hands folding in front of her chest as she watched the girl in front of her scan her brain for signs of it happening before. “I love the fact that you’re so deep into this guy that you didn’t even see yourself falling for him. Can’t blame you, though. He is gorgeous and super sexy. Not to mention the fact that he’s fun.”

“Hana! We’re having a serious conversation here. Can you please concentrate?”

“Ok, ok,” she took a deep breath. “I’m here for you now.”

“When the hell did it happen?”

That was the only thing that was on Y/N’s mind at that moment. She wasn’t going to spend her time trying to prove Hana wrong, she wasn’t going to come up with excuses as to why she was acting that way. It was true. She had fallen for him without realizing it, she had let all her guards down the first minute she met him and it was only obvious that it had happened. But why now? Why after so much time? Why when she felt like she couldn’t say anything without ruining whatever they had?

“I don’t know,” Hana said. “You tell me. When did it happen?”

If Y/N were to be totally true to herself, she would say it had happened the moment she met him, the moment she walked into the party Johnny was having and saw him in the back of the room, his head thrown back, his eyes closed and his mouth open as he laughed at whatever his friends had told him. He looked so genuine and out of worries, his face scrunching up in the most adorable way whenever he smiled or laughed. His voice carried away and entered her ears and she thought she could hear him talking for days on end, not once growing tired of listening to him.

She wasn’t going to lie. That was one of the main reasons she walked up to him, her breath caught in the back of her throat, when he was in the kitchen pouring a ridiculous amount of vodka in his cup. She knew it was wrong, she knew she had a boyfriend and most likely he had a girlfriend either. There was no way such a guy was single. But they hit it off so innocently, bonding over small things they had in common and from then on, they could never stop talking to one another.  

Maybe she always had second intentions, her subconscious already knowing they would get along so much and eventually fall in love, but it had forgotten to warn her. Everything seemed so natural and light-hearted when it came to Jaehyun that she never saw it coming and now that it had exploded right in front of her face, she didn’t know what to do.  

“To be honest?” She whispered. “I think it was always there, but it only came to light a couple of weeks ago.”

The inquisitive look on Hana’s face was all it took for Y/N to sigh and shake her head. It was time to explain what had happened that day in Itaewon...  

The party had died down already when Y/N took a seat next to Jaehyun on the couch, his arm lazily draping around her shoulders and pulling her closer to him, a drunk smile on his face as he stared at her.  

“Hey, beautiful,” he said in a low voice, his eyes piercing into hers as she stared right back at him, a small smile on her face as she took in his appearance. He seemed a little bit agitated on the car like his mind was running a million miles per hour and he couldn’t focus, but now, seeing him chatting with his friends, seeing him laugh, drink and relax, she felt like he was finally himself and all his worries had vanished. “I missed you,” he blurted out.

Y/N bit her lower lip, holding the smile that seemed to live in her face ever since they walked into the party. Everything had been different that night, with them being able to act as if no one was seeing them, all the lies and acts put aside.  

Jaehyun’s friend had been nothing but nice to her, making her feel like she belonged, including her in every conversation they were having, telling her stories of a younger Jaehyun that she didn’t know yet only to have him rolling her eyes at them and pulling her closer to him, whispering how he would kill them into her ear, only to have her laugh at him and shake her head. It wasn’t like the public moments they had had, it felt like they were back in her apartment, and no one could see them. She liked it.

“I was just in the kitchen,” she smiled, her left hand intertwining with the one of his that was hanging on her shoulder, their fingers knitting together expertly like they were supposed to stay that way.  

“Well, it took you too long,” he whispered bringing his head closer to hers, their foreheads touching, noses bumping slightly. “You’re not leaving my sight again.”

The girl smiled at him, her lips coming dangerously close to his this time, a small breath escaping her before she connected their mouths in a small kiss, her lips unmoving over his, the smile still present.  

“Is that a promise?” She breathed out.

But before Jaehyun could say anything, before he could let go of the cup he had been holding on his right hand, someone else beat him to it and clasped their hand on his, pulling him up the couch, a smirk on their face as they stared at the moment they interrupted.  

“Come on, Jae, you were picked to start it,” the guy said, his hand passing a microphone to a dazed and confused Jaehyun, his hands holding the object out of reflection.  

The singer looked around trying to understand what was going on, the smile on Y/N’s lips widening as she saw what was about to happen.

“If any of you put A Whole New World, I’ll love you forever,” the girl announced, the look of betrayal now clear on Jaehyun’s face as he looked at her shaking his head.  

“If any of you do it, I’ll kill you,” he threatened, his voice slurring a little bit, not carrying any danger, and gave a pointed look at a giggling Y/N, telling her she would regret it later.

“Come on, Jaehyun,” one of the girls shouted from the back. “Do as your girl pleases. Woo her with your amazing vocals.”

Jaehyun rolled his eyes at all the remarks, his head shaking as he turned to the screen and typed the song he was looking for. There was no way he was going to give them the pleasure of singing what they wanted. Instead, before anyone could interrupt him, he turned to Y/N and winked, the first accords of the guitar resonating through the sound system and instantly entering her brain, her eyes widening as she recognized just what song he had picked.

“That’s right,” he said in a smug way when everyone saw the look on the girl’s face. “I know exactly what my girlfriend likes.”

She heard it. She heard the word he had said and didn’t feel like correcting him. There was something about the way it rolled out of his tongue and entered her ears that felt perfectly normal, as if he was meant to direct that word to her, to call her that. And she liked it quite a lot and hoped to God that the fact that he was drunk didn’t mean anything, that he still wanted to address her like that when he was sober.  

As soon as the first words to the song started, her attention went back to the music and the tall brunette standing in front of her, the lyrics rolling out of his tongue with expertise as he had listened to it countless times before singing it to her. Maybe it was true for the number of times she had played it in the car when they were driving with no destination. Maybe he chose it because she liked it and it didn’t mean anything, but as soon as he looked into her eyes and sang her most favorite part, she prayed it wasn’t the case.  

She wanted it to be real, she wanted him to tell her exactly what he was singing, she wanted him to fall in love with her. And there was a small possibility that he already was, but she couldn’t be certain without talking to him first. And that scared her a lot.

“So, he sang How Deep is Your Love while his friends were there, and you still don’t know if he feels the same way about you?” Hana blurted out, having been quiet for far too long after listening to the story Y/N had just told her.  

“Well, it’s just a song,” the model defended herself.

“It’s just your favorite song from your favorite band, one that goes on and on about how a guy feels about a girl and how every little thing that he does shows how much he loves her, and he asks how much she loves him, Y/N! Are you really that oblivious or are you doing that to annoy me?”

Y/N looked at her friend for a few seconds before sighing, her head falling against the table as she thought about how stupid she had been in the first place. She couldn’t understand how she hadn't seen it all before, how she had left it all slip through her fingers. Thankfully, not too late, but that was a wild guess.

“Ok, here’s what you’re gonna do.” Hana started. She wasn’t going to sit around and not say anything anymore. “You’re gonna go home and think about everything. Reevaluate this relationship of yours and conclude: do you want more? You don’t need to tell me, but you gotta stop playing tricks on yourself, Y/N/N. You love him and it’s pretty obvious he loves you too. Shouldn’t you all stop pretending there aren’t any deeper feelings and just admit it to yourselves?”

Everything Hana had said that day hadn’t left Y/N’s mind for a second.  All she had done ever since their conversation was think and think a little bit more about everything she had been living, trying to see if her feelings for Jaehyun were real or not and the conclusion she had gotten to was that they, indeed, were.

There wasn’t a single moment she didn’t wish they could be together, even if just sprawled on the couch and watching a movie. She didn’t care if he were too exhausted to do anything, she just wanted to be able to feel his presence around her, to feel his strong arms wrapping around her and cradling her into his chest. She wanted to hear the faint thud of his heart beating against his chest, feel his hands running through her back.

Y/N often found herself staring at Jaehyun’s face, admiring the small speckles of color he had across his face depending on the light, the way his beard failed to grow in some spaces whenever he was too lazy to shave, the way his lips seemed to protrude a little bit, how his eyes would change colors when directly in the sun, going from a deep chocolate color to a rich whiskey-color.

But addressing her feelings, letting them be known was something completely different. She had admitted it to herself and that was a huge step, one that shouldn’t be taken so close to the end of the year, when everything seemed so much hectic.  

So that was it. She was going to listen to what had told her. Go home, prepare herself a much needed bubble bath and let her mind do some more thinking. She already knew how she felt. She needed to know if she was going to give her heart a chance and tell Jaehyun everything.

Y/N wasn’t scared of being rejected. It had happened so many times before that she was no stranger the feeling. However, the mere thought of not being able to be close to the black haired man made a lump form in her throat and a sickening feeling to her stomach. Would she ever be able to do it?

And, as if reading everything that was going through her mind, Hana tapped her friend’s hand lightly and smiled reassuringly at her.

“You worry too much Y/N/N.” She said quietly. “You two have been head over heels for each other in a long while. We have discussed it.”

As much as Hana’s words had been innocent, Y/N couldn’t help but squint her eyes.

“No, we haven’t. This is the first time we ever talk about it, Nana.”

The journalist smiled nonchalantly and shrugged, dismissing everything.

“Well, as much as I would love to keep this conversation and knock some more sense into you,” She started. “I have to go. Gotta run some errands, tell my boss you were of no help and sink into a fake self-pity as I beg him for any other kind of job.”

Y/N laughed and shook his head. Hadn’t she known Hana for so many years, she would have believed the girl was really that discontented with her job.  

“I’ll see you over the weekend?”

“I think so. If I don’t get swamped over work...”

The model rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. It always seemed like Hana had the worst schedule.

“You gotta take a few days off, I’m telling you. They keep you trapped over there.”

Now that was something they had already discussed before. Hana was the type of girl who didn’t know when she had to stop working. For as long as Y/N could remember, her best friend had always given 150% of herself at whatever she did.  

The down side was that she never knew when to take a break and rest. Had it not been for Y/N, Hana would have probably worked more hours than anyone else.  

“This is fine,” she sighed. “It’s not like I have much going on either way. You, my friend, go to photoshoots and record commercials. I write about you.”

Y/N laughed.  

“Then consider it your vacations. I don’t have any public schedule until the start of the year. You can have your free time. See you on the weekend!”

But before Hana could say anything else, her phone started ringing. With a roll of her eyes and a pointed look to her best friend, she mouthed a tired “see?”, waved her goodbye and left the café before answering it with a roll of eyes.

Watching from the chair, Y/N smiled and shook her head. Hana was always the first one to tell her what to do about her love life while completely neglecting hers. The model had insisted on introducing some friends to her over and over again, but to no avail.  

Taking the last sip of her latte, Y/N got up and adjusted her knitted oversized jump. She had some thinking to do.

~*~

December 2018

When Y/N opened the front door of her apartment that December evening, she didn’t expect to be engulfed in the warm air that hit her face, or the smell of something she couldn’t quite detect in the oven, even less the candlelit lights that seemed to enlighten the room.

Delicately, she stepped into the living room, her eyes trying to adjust to the low glow of the fire coming from the candles scattered around the place, her purse thrown into the couch as she adjusted her slippers.  

She wasn’t worried about what could be happening at her own place, as she was certain it had something to do with the mop of brown hair running around her kitchen, his hands holding a pan carefully enough to not drop it. She didn’t know, however, what he had planned.

Her steps, light enough to not be heard, led her to the kitchen, stopping right under the threshold, her shoulder leaning against it as she watched the man maneuver his way around, always securing everything with his two hands before letting it go silently on her counter.  

The smell coming from the oven was delicious, her mouth salivating at the thought of the homemade meal she was about to get that night. It was nice watching him feeling so comfortable around her kitchen, knowing exactly where everything was and where he should reach as if he was part of the house.  

Y/N had concluded that she could keep looking at him for days and never get tired of it. There was something about him that made her entice, under his spell and it was very much likely because she was in love with him. There was no denying.

Jaehyun had already noticed her standing there, her eyes glued to his figure as he tried his best to not spill anything on her white tiles. He liked the attention he was getting, her gaze on him causing a warm sensation to spread across his chest.  

Setting the final pan aside, Jaehyun turned to the girl and smiled, his arms crossed in front of him as he waited for her to snap out of her daze, a smirk playing on his lips when she shook her head at him.

“Don’t say a word,” she warned, her index finger pointed at him as she made her way to where he was.  

“I wasn’t planning to,” he said back, pushing the girl against his chest and closing his arms around her, kissing her plump lips before any of them could do anything else.

Y/N didn’t know if it was because of her feelings, but there was something else in this kiss. It was simple and short-lived, but she could feel he was trying to say something, with the way his lips lingered a little bit longer on hers and his hands grasped her sides tightly.

“Hi,” he said when he pulled back, their faces still close enough so he could feel her breath fanning against his skin.  

“Hi,” she smiled, arms circling around his neck, her fingers playing with the small hairs he had in a soothing way, his eyes shutting close at the feeling. “Didn’t know we had planned something.”

“We didn’t,” he shrugged, his eyes boring into hers, his tongue darting out of his lips and running over it. “Just thought it would be nice since you’re leaving tomorrow and won’t be back until after the holidays.”

A wider smile spread on her face at that moment. All the doubts she thought she could have had suddenly disappeared and there was only Jaehyun now. The rain clouds had dissipated.

“And that’s when you leave sir, so tell me… How is that fair that I can’t retribute the favor?”

“Who said you couldn’t?”

And it was seeing him there, standing in the middle of her kitchen with his arms around her, his eyes piercing right into her soul, that she knew she had to tell him everything. She knew that it was never one-sided.  

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[undercoverbastard]

Of Stab Wounds and Misunderstandings

It was around the age of 16 that Stiles finally started to come to terms with the implications of his words and he had made peace with it. On occasion, he thought that maybe they’d be able to work past whatever issues his soulmate had with him, but when even Scott would forlornly glance at his bicep with those big round, pitiful eyes - he knew. So he accepted it!

But one good thing that came out of that whole situation was Lydia. When Stiles had swiftly redirected himself down the opposite end of the hall and ducked into a somewhat empty classroom to escape prying eyes and laughing jeers over the words stamped across his skin, Lydia had followed. She stayed quiet, let Stiles collect himself and get a hold of his breathing again, then calmly said, “Fuck fate.”

+.+.+

OR: the soulmate au one based off an old tumblr post or something i read when stiles' words make him think his soulmate hates him so he avoids speaking to them so they won't know who he is. needly to say, that plan doesn't pan out too well and idiots are forced to communicate

Archive of Our Own Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44451616

Stiles had made peace with it. Truly, he had.

At first, he tried to fight it. When he was a child, he didn’t understand it. He knew his parents became wary every time their thumbs traced the words. He knew his mom teared up every time her eyes read over them silently. He knew his dad’s jaw clicked when his teeth clicked together when he caught sight of the mark.

As a child, he was none the wiser. He kept the words covered, as much of the other kids in his class did, and was blissfully unaware of what they meant. Some of the other kids giggled, talking in hushed voices about their marks. Ms. Jacobs often told them it was rude to ask about them and to avoid discussion about them - they’d have plenty of time to do so when they were older.

But that never stopped excitable 6-year-olds. Heather gushed over the word ‘pretty’ and how it must mean her soulmate will think her pretty as a princess. He heard of another boy laughing about how his said the word ‘howdy’ and how he hoped that meant his soulmate was a cowboy (spoiler alert: Anthony Garcia’s soulmate was not a cowboy but an actress at the local county fair who somehow got wrangled into doing horse rides and took her job very seriously - though she did look the part of a cowboy during her shifts).

Stiles at the age of 6, on the other hand, knew almost none of his words, especially when strung together. He knew some of the basic words like ‘you’ and ‘know’, but none of those words gave him much to go off of. He had attempted to sound some of the other words out, and Ms. Jacobs almost had a stroke when he asked her what prick meant. That was a long day - his parents were red in the face, Ms. Jacobs looked like she was on the verge of tears, and every adult told Stiles over and over again not to mention his soulmark to anyone else for two hours straight.

It wasn’t until middle school he understood.

By then, at the tender age of 12, Stiles understood what his words meant. Had for a while, but just then he finally understood what they hinted at. His soulmate was going to hate him on sight; he was going to be disgusted by Stiles before Stiles even had a chance to show who he was to the other person.

Stiles went through a phase the next year where he only spoke to someone new if they spoke first. He was terrified he would upset his soulmate by saying a bad joke or something else along those lines. So he refused to speak first - making it a blanket rule almost.

That only lasted so long as there were too many instances where he had to initiate the conversation first and he too often forgot about the plan that he abandoned it altogether.

It was around the age of 16 that Stiles finally started to come to terms with the implications of his words and he had made peace with it. On occasion, he thought that maybe they’d be able to work past whatever issues his soulmate had with him, but when even Scott would forlornly glance at his bicep with those big round, pitiful eyes - he knew. So he accepted it!

The first person who told Stiles it wasn’t the end of the world was Lydia Martin. He’d had a crush on her in elementary school, claimed she was too pretty to be a princess and thus was a queen, but when her first words to him were “I need the blue crayon” in 3rd grade, he’d not bothered to fixate on it too much. Then, in sophomore year, her boyfriend caught sight of the first bit of Stiles’ words. Jackson Whittemore, for whatever reason, decided to draw attention to it, announcing to the hallway at large that ‘even fate couldn’t find someone to put up with him’. Stiles refused to ever go without a flannel or a long sleeve shirt after that.

But one good thing that came out of that whole situation was Lydia. When Stiles had swiftly redirected himself down the opposite end of the hall and ducked into a somewhat empty classroom, Lydia had followed. She stayed quiet, let Stiles collect himself and get a hold of his breathing again, then calmly said, “Fuck fate.”

After that, Lydia and he had become two peas in a pod - commiserating over their not-so-hopeful words. Lydia’s weren’t as bad, and Stiles had told her it was equally likely hers were said in jest. Lydia rolled her eyes, but the quirk of her lips and the far-off look she directed at her wrist wasn’t missed by Stiles.

For Lydia’s sake, he hoped her words were said in jest. Stiles didn’t have that hope, but he could have it for Lydia.

+.+.+

Now at 20, Stiles mostly ignored his soulmark. Sure, he still stared at it a bit too long when he got out of the shower, and his fingers subconsciously traced the words when he was anxious (which, well, didn’t really help with said anxiety), but he didn’t actively think about it. He was mostly content with the fact that he had yet to meet this person, hoping to put it off as long as possible.

Instead, he focused on his day-to-day life, embracing the current moment. And with that current moment, he decided he was going to take advantage of the nice weather and walk to his favorite coffee shop instead of driving.  Well, he less so decided as he was without other options seeing as his car was currently in the shop, but that’s neither here nor there - he was still basking in the ambiance of the day and enjoying himself, so it still counted.

Humming softly, Stiles stuffed his hands in his pockets and kept walking, a small skip to his step as he bounced on the in-step to the beat of the song stuck in his head. He had walked about a mile so far, the bookshop long since out of sight, and he had probably a little under a mile left of winding sidewalks and crosswalks before he made it to the coffee shop.

As Stiles thoughts over what his caffeine-addicted heart was in the mood for today, he heard a low growl and then a pitiful whine echo faintly from a narrow passage between two buildings. He had just walked by the small walkway, the space barely large enough for someone to walk through let alone much else.

Ignoring his apprehension and instead focusing on his curiosity and concern, Stiles backtracked slowly, stepping cautiously into the opening between the two buildings. He took careful, measured steps and kept an ear out for whatever could have made the sounds from before. He was willing to bet some sort of animal, maybe a dog or a cat. It sounded as if they were scared or in pain.

Running through the hundreds of possibilities, Stiles walked further down the passage until it opened up into a larger clearing. It seemed to be a merging point between several businesses on either side, old rickety fire escapes decorating each building. It didn’t seem the most ideal in the means of fire safety and escaping danger, but Stiles figured it was the best one could do given the cramped nature of the buildings. Most of them were older than a resident in the town, the fact that they didn’t mean any fire safety standard within this decade (hell, maybe this century) wasn’t all that surprising.

Glancing around, Stiles didn’t see anything and was about to retreat, having not heard any new sounds. But as soon as he took a step back, he heard another whine. It was high-pitched and desperate, seemingly begging despite the lack of words.

Without further thought, Stiles darted towards the sound. What he expected to find was an injured animal, maybe stuck on something or maybe with a broken leg, unable to walk any further. Instead, he found a girl - maybe around his age - pushed up against one of the walls leading into another narrow walkway on the opposite side of where Stiles himself emerged.

The girl was pushed up against the wall and a man was in front of her, teeth bared at her in some mockery of a smile while his forearm pressed into her throat. Stiles could barely see half the man’s face and only saw the faintest profile of the girl, her arm and hair the most visible parts of her.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing, man?!” Stiles yelled out. It seemed to work, the man having startled. And when he stepped back, a slick, wet sound accompanying the clatter of footsteps, Stiles saw the blade clutched in his hand.

The man narrowed his eyes and took a step forward, his knife already raised once again. In a panic, Stiles reached into his back pocket. The only thing he had on him was a flashlight, an old clunky metal one that barely worked half the time but that he always forgot about replacing.

He hesitated for only half a second, wondering if he could possibly fight the guy off with the flashlight. It was fairly large and it was heavy as hell being metal, but he felt like he was still outmatched. Instead, thinking on his feet, he went with his next best option. Or, well, the next best Stiles’ Patented Idea option.

He kept his hand in his back pocket, pulling the flashlight up just enough to reach the button but not enough to show it. He clicked the button on it twice, the heavy slide of the worn and ever so slightly rusted metal button sliding back and forth giving off a decent enough sound.

As he did so, he spoke, hoping the click would still be audible enough but that he could distract the guy, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

The man seemed to falter, his eyes jumping to Stiles’ arm that was still tucked behind his back. After a couple of seconds, Stiles realized he’d have to somehow keep the charade up of his flashlight being a gun or he’d have to out himself to being weaponless and pray to god his flashlight was a fair match to the knife in front of him.

Just as Stiles was about to pull out the flashlight and try to surprise the guy, a low growl came from behind him. This one wasn’t pained, it was angry and threatening - low and gravelly. It made Stiles shiver ever so slightly and his back straighten out.

In the next instant, Knife Guy was darting to the side, out another entryway, and out into the street, not casting a single look back. Stiles somewhat understood the sentiment after being present for the threatening sound that just came from what he assumed to be the girl now slumped against the wall.

Stumbling forward, Stiles dropped down onto his knees next to the girl, hands already reaching out to see how bad the damage was.

“Holy shit, that growl was impressive dude! Like seriously, you made the guy turn tail,” Stiles said as he slammed down next to her. He froze as he saw a hole at the bottom of her shirt, a dark stain coloring the dark blue shirt a near-black color. “Oh fuck, oh fuck - fuck! Okay, uhm, wow, this isn’t- come on. Let’s get you out of here.”

The girl seemed to hesitate, her eyes dancing over Stiles’ form, which - understandable, she did just get mugged or jumped or… whatever the guy was attempting with a knife. Stiles would be pretty hesitant of himself as well. Obediently, Stiles lifted his hands in the air and spread out his fingers, trying to imitate the universal sign of relenting. He wanted her to know he just wanted to help.

After a couple of stifled, silent seconds passed, Stiles watched as her head cocked ever so slightly, her nostrils flared, and her eyes seemed to narrow. It was odd, almost like one of those police dogs when they were investigating a scene and trying to determine if a certain scent was dangerous. It would be funny if she weren’t currently bleeding out.

Finally, she nodded, and Stiles quickly moved to wrap an arm around her waist as he pulled one of her arms over his shoulder. The girl wrapped her other arm around her abdomen, a soft groan leaving her lips as Stiles helped pull her to her feet. After they were standing upright, he began the tedious task of guiding them back out the passageway he first came down. It was quite narrow, so he had to walk nearly sideways so he could brace the girl’s weight on his shoulder still.

Once out to the street, Stiles let go of the arm she had thrown around his shoulders and immediately called his dad, phone cradled between his ear and shoulder as he tried to look around and get an idea of where he could take them that was safe.

“Hey, kid, wha-”

“Park Place and 7th. There’s a girl who got stabbed and- and we- she… please just send someone,” Stiles rushed out. The girl who was now leaning a bit heavily into his side was groaning small protests, her words ever so slightly slurred as she gave a half-hearted attempt at dismissing Stiles’ words.

“What?” his dad demanded, alarm settling in quickly. “What do you mean, Stiles?”

“I mean,” he said a bit frantically, “that I am currently holding a girl with a stab wound in her stomach and need some help! An ambulance, maybe a police officer - someone!”

“Okay, okay - I’ll dispatch my closest guy and call into the hospital. Hang tight and don’t go anywhere.” And with that, his dad ended the call, seemingly to see who was closest and to arrange for an ambulance for the girl who was currently smearing blood all over Stiles’ favorite flannel and becoming heavier by the minute.

“S…” the girl began, “St.. Stiles? You… you’re Stiles?” she asked, her voice a bit uneven but her eyes wide and questioning. She was already fumbling her bloody hand toward her sleeve, trying to shove it away but being mostly unsuccessful. Stiles could only nod dumbly, lost on how she knew him and what she was attempting to do exactly, before he remembered the gravity of the situation and opted to figure out what she seemed to know him at a later point in time.

He searched around until his eyes landed on the donut shop across the street. It was closed by now since they only opened in the morning, but they did have a couple of small tables out front that he could set her down at to try and keep her comfortable and maybe tend to the wound in the meantime. So, without further hesitation, he began to pull her across the street, eyes darting both ways to ensure no cars were coming while doing so.

The girl - whose name he really should learn, Stiles realized - groaned in pain once more and hunched in on herself as they took the first step off the sidewalk. The shift in stance and imbalance of weight sent Stiles momentarily stumbling. He dropped his phone on the sidewalk and opted to come back for it, not wanting to juggle the girl while trying to lean over to get his phone. 

Swiftly as he could, Stiles pulled them both over to the front of the donut shop. He used one of his feet to pull a chair out and pushed the girl into it as gently as he could. He knelt down and rearranged her so she was leaning back into the chair, the rest of her weight supported by the table next to her. His hands danced in the air a bit frantically, unsure if he should check the wound and try to apply pressure to it or if he should wait since his flannel wasn’t exactly the cleanest and he wasn’t sure if staunching the bleeding was more important than avoiding possible infection.

“Give me one second, I need my phone, Mel will know what to do,” Stiles said, his hands gripping the girl’s shoulders briefly before he turned to dart back across the street.

He glanced back over to her as he crossed, the sound of nearby sirens beginning to fill the air - thank god - and then searched for his phone. He knows he dropped it just as they began to cross the street but he hadn’t actually seen where it fell to. Staring at the ground and darting his eyes around momentarily, he finally caught sight of the screen glinting off sunlight, the phone having partially slid underneath one of the old Post Office Mail Boxes on the street (Stiles was like 85% certain the Post Office had stopped using those things, or at least, had stopped using this particular one).

When he finally retrieved his phone and turned back to cross the street, he heard the thunk of a door slamming shut. Someone from BHPD had finally arrived - Stiles felt a lot more relaxed, seeing as he obviously didn’t know what the fuck he was doing.

Jogging across the street, Stiles saw a man knelt down next to the girl in the chair Stiles had propped her against. He seemed fairly young, a newer recruit - someone that must have joined while Stiles was away at school during the year - and he had dark hair and decently tanned skin. If there wasn’t someone possibly-maybe actively dying six inches away from the guy, Stiles would be taking advantage of the opportunity to survey the view.

Pausing right behind the pair, Stiles waved his phone in the air, about to tell the girl he was going to call a nurse and ask about what to do for the stab wound in the meantime, but she found her voice before he did.

“Der, it- it’s him,” the girl said, her voice a bit of a wheeze. She didn’t sound upset or accusing, more in awe. And Stiles was a bit stumped, his eyebrows knitting together as the girl held out a finger towards him and thus caused the man - ‘Der’ - to turn toward him. Immediately, the most beautiful set of eyes Stiles ever had the privilege of looking into narrowed at him. They almost seemed to lighten a bit, the color getting sharper, but it seemed almost threatening rather than ethereal, as the guy took a step towards him and was letting out a low snarl in his direction.

“You fucking prick,” the man hissed out, and Stiles felt his stomach drop - the sharp sting of tears already ushing at the backs of his eyes. “You are a pathetic excuse of a person, you know that?” 

Stiles subconsciously grabbed at his bicep, a small burning warmth tickling his skin as the same words seemed to re-etch themselves into his flesh, reminding him. Taking a step back, Stiles opened his mouth to try and defend himself. The man had already taken another step forward, the snarling growl heightening in volume, and this time for certain, Stiles saw the change in color of the man’s eyes.

Breath hitched, Stiles couldn’t form a response. He was fucked. He was so majorly fucked .

“No, no!” the girl finally protested, leaning forward and fumbling to grab the guy’s arm, a weak attempt at pulling him back. “Not the stab wound, jesus, no. He’s Sti–”

Before she could finish, the arrival of a secondary police car and an ambulance were announced as they pulled around the corner of the street and screeched to a halt. Stiles had been so wrapped up in what seemed to be his inevitable death that he hadn’t even heard the new sirens of either vehicle until they had already pulled up.

“Stiles!”

Stiles looked away from the duo, finding his dad who was darting toward him with two paramedics close on his tail. Stiles obediently fell into his dad’s embrace, listening as the man asked if he was okay, how he found the girl, if he saw who did this, and ten other things. He tuned most of it out, watching as the paramedics loaded the girl up while the officer from earlier held a phone to his ear, eyes glued to the girl now being carried on a stretcher toward the ambulance.

“Stiles,” his dad finally grabbed his attention with a firm shake, “I’m going to need you to give a statement, son.” His dad looked like he was in literal pain, the worry clear as day in his eyes. Stiles felt gently guilty for causing his dad to have that look, but he also couldn’t find it in himself to regret getting involved either.

“I… I will,” he finally responded, “but… not yet. I need to talk to her first.”

Frowning, his dad followed his line of sight until they were both watching the paramedics finish loading up the ambulance. Stiles had to ask first, had to confirm.

+.+.+

Cora Hale.

That’s her name. After the ambulance finally pulled away, the murderous officer (AKA, Deputy Hale) in tow, Stiles followed his father into his cruiser and back home. Stiles had argued, insisting his dad could take them back to the station as he undoubtedly had work and paperwork to tend to, but his dad stubbornly declined.

“I need to tend to my son first,” he said evenly, his sharp gaze daring Stiles to argue. Stiles opted not to.

Once back at the house, Stiles asked if he could find out who the girl was. He needed a name if he was going to visit the hospital. After the Knowing Look shared between the two of them, his dad agreed. He promised Stiles a name once he finished showering and changing - instructing him to bag his clothes (shoes included, Stiles begrudgingly complied) for possible evidence.

When he came back, freshly showered, with new clothes, and less comfy but also new shoes, his dad relayed the newfound information.

“Melissa said she should be fine. Apparently, her sister is a nurse at the hospital too, and immediately took on the case. After a quick debrief, Laura declared it was a non-fatal hit and just needed a few stitches. You should be able to go visit her as soon as the next hour,” his dad explained, a curious glint in his eyes as he spoke. Both he and Stiles were questioning the story, knowing it wasn’t that cut and dry. Which was exactly why Stiles needed to talk to the girl - Cora - before he gave his statement.

“And that deputy…” Stiles found himself asking, earning a raised eyebrow from his dad. He ducked his face to avoid giving too much away (which he already did).

“Deputy Hale,” his dad reiterated, “Cora’s brother. Derek.” The sheriff studied his son curiously for a moment, head tilted. “Is there something I need to know, Stiles?”

Stiles shook his head but abruptly stopped, sighing. He hesitantly curled his palm around the spot on his bicep, his eyes flitting upwards and latching onto his father’s that were now staring at his hand. Once the two of them met eyes, he gave a simple nod, just a single, sharp jerk of the head downwards.

“Good grief,” his dad mumbled, a hand coming to rub over his face tiredly.

“He thought…” Stiles said, shaking his head a bit. “He thought I- that it was-” he finally cut himself off and fell into silence again, his eyes now trained on a random spot on the wall as he finally let everything sink in.

His dad gave a simple nod. He expected the man to be angry, furious even. He had always had such disdain for Stiles’ soulmark, his eyes filled with despair and pain whenever he saw it. It looked like it physically pained him every time. But he was just… accepting. It didn’t fully excuse the mark, but he knew his dad understood. Knew he wouldn’t be able to properly hold it against Derek even if he’s hated the words printed on his own son’s skin his entire life.

“Well… guess we should drop by the hospital, then,” Stiles said, attempting to change topics. He wasn’t all that successful.

+.+.+

Knocking on the door, Stiles waited until a voice softly told him to come in. It didn’t sound like Cora’s, but it was female. He could be mistaken, since Cora hadn’t been in the best of scenarios when they originally met, but he was fairly certain the voice belonged to someone else.

Bracing himself, Stiles entered the room, softly shutting the door after he walked in. He trekked into the room until he could see the hospital bed behind the thin, white curtain that previously blocked most of his view. As suspected, the voice didn’t belong to Cora. Instead, he found another woman - this one seeming a bit older than Cora - hovering at the foot of the bed Cora lay in, decked out in scrubs and eyes looking towards Stiles questioningly.

“Stiles!”

This time, it was Cora. She seemed to beam at him with a wide smile. Stiles nervously returned it. He let his gaze skate across the room, but when he made eye contact with Derek, he felt himself falter. Instead of freaking out of running back out the door like he so desperately wanted to, he instead schooled his expression - letting his face go as blank as he could - before refocusing on Cora.

Tentatively, he stepped further into the room, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“Uhm, hi,” he said a bit awkwardly. Cora just grinned at him, seeming a bit too happy considering her recent events and overall day. But he wasn’t one to judge (at least, not out loud).

“So, uh, listen, “ Stiles said, his eyes flicking towards the ceiling, unable to meet anyone’s eye, “I’m supposed to give a statement about the uh… the incident but I… I wanted to ask what you want me to tell them. So that it matches whatever it is you’re going to tell them - or have. Maybe you already have, I don’t know, I-... either way.”

When he was met with silence, he finally dared a glance back at the room. Cora had a small frown on her face while her sister looked at him curiously, her arms now folded over her chest. Stiles pointedly avoided looking at Derek to see his reaction.

“And why would your stories need to… match?” the other woman spoke up, drawing Stiles’ eyes toward her. Involuntarily, he let out a huff of air - a mock of a laugh. He gestured vaguely with one hand towards Cora.

“I’m, like, 99% sure she doesn’t have a single mark on her stomach now and I can’t exactly tell the police I watched a guy pull a six-inch blade out of her stomach and then her not have an injury to photograph - which they will want to do, I can promise you that. So…” Stiles trailed off. The woman got a hardened look in her eyes, her stance rigid, while Cora seemed to study him further.

Stiles groaned quietly, his hands coming up to dig the heel of his palms into his eyes and he bowed his head.

“I’m not- I didn’t- it’s kind of hard to not recognize you’re werewolves when your brother flashed his eyes while trying to decide on how to kill me,” he explained, refusing to look up. “I came to ask to… avoid you having issues with the reports and everything. I just want to make it as easy as possible, however, that is.”

Looking up once more, Cora seemed to relax, a quirk of a smile lining her lips. Her sister seemed to still be studying him but was no longer on the defensive. Instead, she seemed curious, her eyes never once leaving his form, causing him to squirm under the gaze.

“I wasn’t going to kill you.”

Stiles grit his teeth, refusing to look at the person who spoke. Instead, he kept his gaze on Cora and focused on her intently. “You can get my number from Nurse McCall, just- let me know. I have to go.”

Without further explanation, Stiles darted out of the room. If he was in there for any longer he was likely to break down sobbing at some point. He wasn’t sure how he was going to broach that topic but he did take a bit of satisfaction in knowing Derek was unaware of their matching marks as of yet. And the longer Stiles could avoid that, the easier his life would be (or so he kept telling himself).

+.+.+

Cora ended up getting his number from Scott’s mom as he mentioned and texted him. Just like her text, Stiles’ own story was vague. He gave his statement, worked with a sketch artist to try and get a decent sketch of the guy he saw, and that was that. His dad tried to keep it on the down low and avoid further pushing which Stiles sincerely appreciated because even with all the vagueness of his report and his intense focus on the actual suspect, he knew his story was a bit... iffy. He just hoped no one bothered to push it further.

That had happened three days ago. Cora was still texting him and Stiles was doing his best to respond. He had been more or less avoiding Cora’s text and vehemently avoiding the sheriff’s station. In fact, Stiles had attempted to leave the house as minimally as possible. He had called out of work for the rest of the weekend, with no plans to return until after the weekend, and with almost no pushback from Mrs. Gievars who insisted he needed to rest and to take all the time he needed. Which he was happily taking advantage of, going on day three of ‘resting’ and avoiding most other living beings.

Stiles’ avoidance of his phone, sudden anti-social tendencies, and overall absence from the general world is what brought one Lydia Martin marching into his room. All it took was one missed phone call from one day ago and she was walking her positively pissed-off self into his house and telling him off. Loudly.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” Lydia demanded as soon as she walked in. Her arms were crossed, her lips taut and pulled down ever so slightly. Aside from the small glint of worry in her eyes, she looked angry. Angry with Stiles, specifically.

“Gee, thanks, Lyds,” Stiles grumbled, burrowing further into his pillows, “I’m doing great, thanks for asking. No, no physical wounds. No, I am not experiencing any symptoms of PTSD or anything like that. Yes, I am 100% a-okay. All systems go. Yep, that’sa me - totally good, nothing wrong here! I am-”

A frustrated huff cut Stiles off. Gone was any and all trace of worry. Now, Lydia was 120% livid with a generous helping of flat-out annoyed. She glared at Stiles, her shoe now tapping an angry pattern into his floor as she glared him into submission. Stiles squinted his eyes but gave in, groaning as he rolled himself into a proper sitting position so he could face Lydia Martin’s wrath head-on and with his full attention.

Raising an eyebrow, Stiles gave a vague wave of his hand to indicate Lydia get on with it. When nothing came, Stiles looked at her expectantly, his second eyebrow climbing to join the first. 

“What is it? What’s wrong with you?” Lydia finally demanded, her foot quieting and her glare losing its hard edge. She was now staring at Stiles as if all the world’s answers would appear if she just looked hard enough - long enough.

“I don’t know what you me-”

“Bullshit. Answer me, Stilinski,” Lydia cut off pointedly. “You’ve been ignoring your phone - even Scott, who texted me acting like a pathetic puppy, by the way. Super annoying. You haven’t left your house in three days. And you’re acting so… pathetic. So what is it?”

Stiles gave a noise of protest at the mention of him being pathetic. Sure, she was right on the money, but it was still rude.

Glancing around his room, Stiles debated on how to broach the subject. He played with the idea of not telling her, but he also knew it was futile. He got away with not telling Scott because he had effectively avoided him. He also avoided going too in-depth with his dad because neither of them were well-versed in talking things out. Lydia, however, was unavoidable. She was a force of nature unlike any the world had yet to see. It was alarming, in retrospect.

Sighing, Stiles looked at his hands, trying to be succinct (which, yea, that should tell Lydia right away just how he feels about this whole situation). “I found my soulmate.”

Silence.

Refusing to break the silence or see Lydia’s reaction, Stiles steadfastly stared at his hands. He hoped to hear the click-clack of Lydia’s shoes exiting his room. He possibly even hoped to hear her groan or sigh of frustration before she told him how dramatic he was being. But he got neither.

Instead, he felt arms wrap around his waist and a head tuck itself against his shoulder. Lydia fit herself against him quickly and easily, offering no words. It wasn’t often they did this. Sure, they nudged one another, shoved at each other, and Stiles was notorious for throwing an arm around every one or grabbing at someone’s shoulders as he spoke. But… this? Hugging? Comforting touches? Intimacy? It was a bit more rare between the two of them.

Lydia and Stiles’ friendship was built on understanding. It was built off of both of them saying ‘fuck this’. It wasn’t built off of tears or one-on-one therapy sessions about how unfair fate was. They never did that. Instead, Lydia dragged Stiles out shopping and berated him for wearing so much flannel and bought him greasy burgers and fries while rolling her eyes and repeating how unhealthy it all was. And Stiles in turn shoved Lydia in his car and drove for three hours while playing her favorite music. He snuck into her bedroom at 3 am with a handle of vodka and crappy soda and stayed up until the early morning, listening to her list off the statistics of soulmates and their various outcomes and possibilities for probably the hundredth time.

There was no crying. There were very seldom emotional talks or hugs. They didn’t work like that because it’s what worked for them. So yea, the hug was a bit weird. But it was also exactly what Stiles needed from the person he needed it from most.

Lydia finally left about two hours later, and no further words were spoken by either party. Instead, they had somehow slowly moved into the position of Lydia sitting at the foot of the bed with Stiles curled on his side, head in her lap, on the cusp of sleep while Lydia made tiny braids in his hair and unraveled them over and over again. When she left, she fluffed up a pillow before sneaking it under his head while she slipped out. 

+.+.+

“Cora Hale?”

Cora looked up at the mention of her name. Derek was sitting next to her in a visitor’s chair, eyebrows scrunched as he tuned into the exchange happening just outside the door. It seemed neither of them knew the newcomer.

“Correct,” Laura answered, seemingly waving the person in as there was only a second before the click-clack of shoes sounded against the linoleum. 

The clicking footsteps were followed by a somewhat petite red-headed girl. Her hair and makeup were in perfect order, her posture and stance looked like she’d be graded on it later, and her smile was poised and practiced, but sincere. She gave an ever so slightly larger smile to Cora, nodding her head once as she presented a vase of flowers. The vase was filled with yellow roses and a plethora of white baby’s breath. The stems of the flowers were tied together with a large white bow and the arrangement looked stunning as well as expensive.

Before Cora could even question who the girl was, she was pivoting towards Derek. Her head cocked slightly to the side and her eyes scanned him in an assessing manner. After a few seconds, she pursed her lips and looked the older man in the eye.

“Derek Hale, yes?” she asked politely. Derek gave a slow nod, his eyebrows raised in question.

“Good,” she said. And once more, before anyone could question her on who she was or what she was doing there, she promptly slammed a fist into Derek’s shoulder. Despite the girl being short in stature and unassuming in strength, even Cora knew the hit had a bit of a sting to it.

Derek growled, a hand reflexively moving up to grasp at his bicep. “What the-”

“That’s for ruining my best friend’s life and making me deal with his pathetic moping for the past 5 years,” she said, her voice leaving no room for argument. Derek opened his mouth to try and ask, once more, what the hell she was on about when her hand shot out once again and slapped him roughly upside the head, causing his head to snap forward from the force and another growl to slide out of his throat. “That’s for being an utter moron and not addressing this issue sooner.”

Cora couldn’t help it, she burst out laughing. Both Derek and the yet-to-be-introduced girl turned toward her. Derek was scowling while the girl was giving a half-interested, curious look. Cora clutched her stomach as she doubled over in laughter.

When she finally pulled herself together, Cora looked up and met eyes with the girl and gave her a wide grin. “God, you’re a fucking bitch,” she said. Derek cut in, mumbling, “I’ll fucking say.” Cora promptly rolled her eyes before meeting the other girl’s eyes again, grin widening as she finished her - rude interrupted - sentence, “I love it.”

The girl stared, her lips parting ever so slightly as her eyes scanned Cora intently. She seemed shocked, rooted to the spot. When enough time had passed for the silence to become stilted, Cora opened her mouth to begin moving the conversation along, but the other seemed to finally kick back into gear.

“The one time Stiles’ is right,” she said with a long suffering sigh. Her lips twitched upwards, however, and the look she was giving Cora was now more intrigued than incredulity. Cora, in response, stared wide-eyed before giving a shout of surprise.

“Holy shit! It’s you!” Cora breathed. “What’s your name?”

Smiling, the girl responded, “Lydia. Lydia Martin.”

Lydia and Cora took the next couple of minutes to assess the other. Gentle smiles and roaming eyes were the only exchange between the two, both content with committing the moment to memory and examining the person who was meant to be their other half pure the laws of fate. The moment was only broken by Derek shuffling in his chair and clearing his throat a bit awkwardly. This movement seemed to remind Lydia of her initial mission, as she rolled her eyes and her lips turned downwards slightly before she turned to focus back on Derek.

“Right,” she said, as if she was already tired of dealing with him, “you. You need to fix this. Go apologize.”

“Apologize to who and for what?” Derek growled. Lydia gave an unimpressed look in response.

“Stiles. Go makeup and end the moping, I don’t like it when he’s all…” Lydia huffed, her hand flicking through the air absently as if the words themselves were too bothersome to convey. Her answer only made Derek narrow his eyes further. 

Lydia seemed to realize something as she groaned softly, her eyes rolling upwards. Meeting Derek’s eyes once more, she perched her hands on her hips in a condescending manner, giving him a withering look.

“Have you talked to him?” she asked, then shook her head. “Better yet. Has he talked to you ? At all?”

Derek frowned, thought momentarily, then shook his head slowly. Lydia frowned and tapped her foot twice, her anger somehow sounding throughout the room with that one action. She eventually sighed lowly and shook her head, as if disappointed.

“Pearce Ave and Main Street. He works at the bookstore. He’s there until 4.”

After a moment of silence, Derek was stirred into action by Lydia’s pointed look and a scoff from Cora. After exiting the room, he could hear the shuffling of Lydia’s shoes and the soft words being exchanged between the two. Their voices died off the further he got from the room, his mind slowly processing the entire last ten minutes and what the hell Lydia was on about.

For whatever reason, he was listening to her and was making his way to the bookstore off of Main and Pearce. He wasn’t sure if it was due to his own curiosity or due to Lydia unnaturally commandeering nature - though if anyone asked he’d say it was the former.

+.+.+

Derek slipped into the bookstore unnoticed. He watched as Stiles thumbed a couple of pages of a book laid out in front of him and sipped from a mug. Derek could smell the leftover coffee in the pot behind the counter and the sickeningly sweet scent of the creamer and syrup added to the coffee. He could also smell the comforting aroma of the books filling the space and the underlying scent of worn leather from the could of old couches placed against a couple of different walls.

Despite the cloying, sweet scent of Stiles’ coffee, it was a relaxing environment. Derek almost forgot why he was there.

Shaking his head to himself, Derek stepped up to the counter and cleared his throat. When Stiles looked up and met his eye, the younger man froze - going completely still. His eyes widened a bit and he seemed to become apprehensive, a tentative look in his eyes as they darted between Derek’s in a silent question.

“Hi,” Derk said, his voice a bit rough. He cleared his throat once more after a long stretch of silence. “I… came to apologize. For before. It was a misunderstanding but I still acted… rudely. You were helping Cora. And I wanted to… thank you. For helping her. And for the report.”

Derek shuffled a bit. It was more than he planned on saying originally though his words were just as stilted and sharp as usual. It wasn’t that he was a bad conversationalist, per se, he just didn’t know how to carry a conversation. He often relied on others for that or hoped they didn’t notice his penchant for nodding in silence.

However, after several minutes passed in silence, Stiles’ quick thumping heartbeat the only noise in the otherwise quiet store, Derek was losing his mind. 

“Are you… going to say anything?” he finally asked a bit roughly, his eyebrows raised in question. Stiles, in turn, went bug-eyed.

See, the issue here was this: Stiles hadn’t spoken to Derek yet and therefore Derek wasn’t aware of their connection to one another. This was a comfort to Stiles as it felt like he was able to hide behind the fact. However, he was also at a loss. Because he always thought the words on his bicep were in response to something he said - like a crude joke or a misdirected question or something else stupidly absurd. Sure, they were in response to something he did but not to anything he said. And he suddenly felt overwhelmed.

He could say something just as scathing back to Derek. He could say something common and simple, bank on the fact that Derek won’t notice until later and would have interacted with several other people who said similar things that he wasn’t sure who it was. Or, he could say something… nice.

It wasn’t really a question. Stiles knew he wasn’t one for simple and common - it may start out as a simple ‘hey’ but it would somehow turn into the introductory paragraph of the growing epidemic regarding the black market for organs or whatever else his mind happened to be thinking of in the background. Also, Stiles knew he couldn’t be scathing or rude - not knowingly, at least. Sure, he would be the first to admit he was an ass, a bit of an arrogant jerk, and definitely a major dick - but that was in jest. It was between friends and his dad. He could be sarcastic but he didn’t want to… mar someone’s skin like that either. While he now understood where the words came from, he didn’t want anyone else to have the same damning words and sentiment etched into their skin. Not like him.

Realizing he was a bit of a sap (he was blaming Lydia for forcing him to watch The Notebook every week since sophomore year; the romance and sappiness had leaked out and been absorbed by his traitorous, eclectic personality), Stiles took in a deep steadying breath and willed the next words to be kind.

And, well… no one can ever say Stiles Stilinski is predictable. Because not even he saw the next words out of his mouth coming.

“I don’t think the words to describe you have been created yet; you’re too breathtaking to be confined to words alone,” Stiles said, his voice soft. He paused, breath caught in his throat. It was as if his mind threw out the controls and just… let his thoughts roam free. He didn’t know what was being said until the words had disappeared into thin air. Derek’s wide-eyed stare was the only indication he actually said them.

The two of them stared at one another in complete silence for what felt like hours but what was only a couple of minutes. Finally feeling the weight of the silence, Stiles cleared his throat and averted his eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Derek finally asked, causing Stiles to snap his eyes back over to him. Stiles gave a weak smile and shrugged.

“I… it wasn’t a good time. And I kind of wanted to avoid it. If I didn’t speak to you, you wouldn’t know who I was,” Stiles said, providing yet another shrug. Derek seemed confused and a bit… hurt? His eyes were dancing across Stiles’ face as if looking for both the questions and answers he wanted.

Shaking his head with his lips turned down in the slightest of frowns, Derek finally spoke back up, “You didn’t want me to know? What did I… What did I do?”

Without bothering to respond or try to explain himself, Stiles instead opted to pull down the sleeve of his flannel and roll up the bottom of his shirt sleeve, exposing his soulmark.

‘You fucking prick. You are a pathetic excuse of a person, you know that?’

Derek took in a sharp inhale, his hand coming out to ghost over the words. His eyes were wide, his lips pulled tautly, and he looked pained. Stiles felt a rush of guilt at seeing the expressions and hurriedly pushed the fabric of his shirt back down and readjusted his flannel. He gave a small smile to the other when Derek finally looked him in the eye, an almost haunted look reflecting back at Stiles.

“I get it now that it wasn’t me you hated or were mad at or whatever but-... yea, ya’know, growing up with it I just- I guess I was preparing myself to piss you off? Or to have you… hate me? Or something? I don’t know. I just wanted to avoid it so I kinda… ran,” Stiles explained, his hands waving a bit wildly as he tried to piece his train of thought together. “Sorry,” he added belatedly.

Derek scoffed, startling the younger of the two. Derek was now glaring off to the side, his arms crossed over his chest in a defensive pose as he glared at whatever it was he had his sights set on.

“Sorry?” he repeated, “You? You’re the one apologizing? After I gave you that mark? Jesus.”

Stiles couldn’t help but snort, grinning at the small start Derek gave and the look of surprise he shot Stiles’ way. “It wasn’t like you intentionally did it, dude,” Stiles argued, “I’m sure you would have chosen literally any other words than those. I get it now, though.”

Derek opened his mouth, looking like he was ready to argue against himself once again and demand Stiles see Derek’s error and failure, but Stiles waved it off, a dismissive noise promptly ending the conversation.

Once more, the two lapsed into silence, though it was more welcome than the last bout and more comfortable than stifling. Eventually, though, it had to be broken.

“Can I make it up to you? Starting with a dinner?” Derek asked, “Or coffee? Whatever you want.”

Stiles paused, looking at Derek a bit quizzically. He let a timid yet playful smile curl over his lips, letting the question sink in. After a moment of silence, Stiles had a wide grin painted on his face and he had a challenging look in his eye as he leaned forward on the counter, closer toward Derek.

“Whatever I want, hm?” he asked, a smirk toying at the corners of his mouth.

“Whatever you want,” Derek said, his lips twitching in response. 

Humming, Stiles stood back up, straightening his posture and nodding his agreement to the idea. “We could start with dinner,” he murmured, “but I might have another request or two.” Derek simply grinned and gave a half-hearted shrug, seemingly uncaring one way or the next - though his smile indicated he was more than willing to oblige Stiles with his additional requests.

“I think I can work with that.” +.+.+

True to his word, Derek obliged and tended to the requests without fret. Even when he was asked to dinner with Stiles and his dad and was forced to sit through two hours of mostly silent gun cleaning, a box of wolfsbane bullets precariously left out in the open. The subsequent glares given by the sheriff while at work were just as unsettling but Derek took it in stride.

He could work with this.

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[toruland]

I posted 2,164 times in 2022

That's 2,087 more posts than 2021!

1,250 posts created (58%)

914 posts reblogged (42%)

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I tagged 1,629 of my posts in 2022

Only 25% of my posts had no tags

#xilspeaks - 423 posts

#bee mootie - 412 posts

#bee nonnie - 380 posts

#mooties!! - 52 posts

#v my love - 38 posts

#xilhorny - 29 posts

#xilhappy - 26 posts

#genshin smut - 19 posts

#sigh. - 14 posts

#this. - 13 posts

Longest Tag: 128 characters

#im jealous…of a fictional woman…who is most likely falling in love…with a fictional man…who’s everything i’d want in a real man…

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

so when is gyomei gonna jump out of the screen and fuck me into next week?

he’s just so….

my back is arching for him at all times. :(

14 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

#4

THEY ARE SO CUTE OH MY GODDDD

also, look at my son Luke :(

always claiming he doesn’t like demons, yet is caught napping ON one, and actively communicates with the butler of HELL’S FUTURE KING to talk about cooking and baking

what a cutie 💗

also, belphie looks so <333

16 notes - Posted October 24, 2022

#3

so when is pantalone, dottore, capitano, and pierro gonna have their way with me. (separately ofc, i couldn’t even dream of taking more than one of them at once)

also, arlecchino???????

please i would do anything for (mommy) her.

for all of them.

18 notes - Posted July 12, 2022

#2

this is the face i make when i use

:>

20 notes - Posted July 31, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

horny on main. again :(

mdni, fem!reader

i wish there was more content of tsukishima being a soft dom. you know those boyfriends who’re mean and snarky to everyone else but once they get around their pretty little girlfriend, they’re so sweet? :(

he’s just so hot??

always talking down to you, but in the softest tone imaginable. cooing at you when you cum all over his lap while he fingers your princess cunt into oblivion :(

“such a messy girl, hm? it’s okay, baby, i know you can’t help it. <;3”

if you’re being bratty, he doesn’t get mad and blow up or fuck you until you can’t walk, he just lets it all unfold until you fall back into your usual self

then he edges you, not even with his hands or cock, but with a toy of some kind. sometimes makes you hump his leg like a puppy in heat cause you’ve been bad and don’t deserve to be fucked brainless right now. and even then, he doesn’t let you cum :(

“i thought you wanted to be daddy’s good girl. what happened to that?” his voice, while soft, is laced with disappointment.

makes you babble and cry once he’s done edging you for what seems like hours and finally decides to give you what you want :(

wipes the fat tears that fall down your cheeks with a small sigh, all while fucking his thick cock into you. presses small kisses all over your face and neck to rile you up. eventually rubs your puffy little clit to make you gush around him :(

“there you go, pretty. such a good girl for me. you can give daddy a few more, yeah?”

he. <3

889 notes - Posted March 21, 2022

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[risu5waffles]

scattering TEN like rose petals

Gonna have to go quick, there's so much to do and only 30minutes before stream.

Love the look and setting (probably no surprise there), but dear Entropy was the blowdryer gameplay an actual chore and a half. i had a fair amount of issue being able to tell where it was safe to put my feet sometimes, too. A bunch of deaths in there that just felt unearned. Still, like, it's very nice to watch, now that i'm not actually trying to complete it.

Sure, we talk about the glorious early days of LBP1, when people were making amazing things out of a very kludgy set of tools. And that is true. However, it is also true that community levels were, like, at least 40% rocket cheetah races by volume. Then, at least another 40% bomb survival levels. Then another 40% shark survival levels. Like, you probably had maybe 40% actual high quality gold.

Don't check those numbers. i am not math gay.

This one, however, is a really nice LBP1 level. Great vibe, solid shaping, excellent material choices for what they were going for. It's all so pretty. And actually fun on top of that. Love to see it.

As nice as the last one? No, not really. The look definitely feels more in line wiv creators that were actually trying, but maybe quite hadn't developed the skill (that being said, it is a good, bright and poppy look, just a kludgy one). On the other hand, the pacing is maintained better, and it's just a lot of good fun. i can imagine a level like this being a real hoot wiv a group of friends. i got the feeling that there were other paths i could take, but i can only devote so much time to recording, unfortunately.

This is one of my favourite level archetypes from the LBP2-era. Almost impressionistic in the way it shapes its environment. Humourous wiv out smacking you in the face wiv it too hard, and wivout being mean-spirited to boot. Great characters. And, again, it manages to be an enjoyable level to actually play through, not just to watch from the side. Love it, love it.

i know lighting changes are a pretty big issues wiv 1 & 2 levels in LBP 3, but i have the feeling this one was probably overbright and washed out in the original too. Like, it almost hurts to look at. Not in a "oh this is so ugly" way (tho', i wouldn't say it's particularly top notch in that department), but like, it is bright-bright. The creatinator bit here, was... maaaaaan... just such a pain in the butt.

Nothing much more to say about this one that i didn't say last Friday except, fun fact, i chose this level precisely because it came up at random in my recommends at a time when someone i follow here on tumblr was on a month (or more? time is wonky) long tear gushing over Michael J Fox, and specifically MJF in Back to the Future. Like, seriously, that's the whole bit.

i remember playing this one back when it was first published in LBP1, and let me tell you, the way my jaw actually hit the floor. The song repro is soooo good.

Great idea, and i think the execution is probably as good as the creator could get it; but the control on your bee is really wonky, and i feel like i had to fight it to get it where it needed to be. The idea of multiple endings is neat, and i picked up the best, and then the next tier down from that. i should tried to just totally fail, see what would happen there.

Not really a tonne to say about this one. It's a solid, and solidly presented, grappling hook platformer. It's a really fun play, and honestly, i don't often need more than that.

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Whew, five minutes to spare. Girl's gotta motorvate. Stay safe out there! Love ya!

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[anemcia]

//No prompt needed, but lately I’ve been wanting to express how much this community has impacted my experience positively and I want to take the time to give special shout-outs to those who make me smile when I see them show up:

@kiealer - Starting off strong with you, my dear. You’re genuinely one of the sweetest souls here and I care for you so, so much. Part of the reason I’m making this post is because you’re much too hard on yourself over things you can’t control. You’ve ruined nothing, and people are only weary because of what a shitty person did. Nothing to be done there and I have often prayed for your heart to be healed with time. One step at a time baby, I swear you are never alone in any of this. I can guarantee no one will give you issues over your comfort ship without getting instantly pistol whipped. NazuBlack IS CANON and you have every right to post headcanons, share shippy pics and gush as much as you like to whomever you want. Who the hell can tell you ‘no?’ YOUR CITY, YOUR RULES. 

We’re in the middle of a fantastic RP over discord (I NEED TO REPLY BTW, I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE FOR THE WAIT) and it’s made me realize I shouldn’t have to be so shy in gushing about CellDew, YOU helped me get a lot more comfortable in my skin, that is no exaggeration. I’m not here to force you to post anything, Kona, it’s how you feel and what you want to do. You deserve to be comfortable and feel fluffy goodness with your OTP, damn it don’t WE ALL? Guess I’m gonna have to knock your inbox down with prompts just because I want to feed into my fav ship around the block. You owe nothing to no one, don’t ever apologise for running your blog the way you want to. Be indulgent, make it known that NazuBlack is here to stay! Believe me, I’m not going to let anyone tell you otherwise without a size 12 boot up their ass. 

@saiyanandproud - Can I just say that I’ve been secretly a big fan of Mariko for well over a year? ;0; Sometimes get a little embarrassed over that fact, but our rp’s have really picked up recently and it’s making me thankful that we actually have a proper theme going on between our babies!! ;w; I love seeing all of Mariko’s little shenanigans on the dash with everyone, her personal relationships blooming while she herself is growing as a person with every thread I peek into. Like I’ve stated previously, for an OC based around a limited concept of being a time patroller, she really extends her reach past her occupation. Mariko is a well rounded OC who aspires for genuine recognition as a hero, even if she dares to fly a little too close to the sun. She’s nobody’s fool, incredibly straightforward and a fantastic friend. All that aside, you’re such a humble mun and I enjoy even just holding little conversations about our day or how you’ve been holding up. Seriously, I’m glad you’ve stuck around tumblr this long for us to write great stories together! I’m positive any veterans familiar with her would be so damn happy to see she’s as active as ever!

@viopolis - It started with my HUGE juicy eyes over the fact an actual Dr.Gero graced this community, but my Lord did I absolutely stay for your highly talented world building with Dek, Khett, Nucleo, and many more OC’s that deserve equal praise. I love digging into your posts involving the Aseity, what it means for everyone involved aboard the vessel and how it connects them together. I envy that level of dedication with story weaving, how it fits so perfectly even with canon characters like Cell-- oh MAN speaking OF HIM. You’re the only other person I’ve met who understands how green mean bastard bug functions without adding unnecessary traits to his personality. Your basically my Cell twin in that regard, some minor differences for sure, but generally on the same page. THAT, AND CLEO! MY ADOPTED GOTH SON. Each time I see his face is the moment I feel my arms wanting to hug the computer monitor, like... Wow, I love him just as much as I do Cyto and thats a lotta love. I certainly WILL NOT forget about Dek because they’re a mischievous alien CREATURA I wish to smoosh with my hands respectfully. Look I just... I really love all your muses dude, absolutely blessed to have a chance to interreact with any of them! Not to mention you yourself as a mun are VERY COOL AND SWAGGY, it’s nice to share ideas and squeal equally about it all. Again, massive props, you deserve every drop of it.

@risingsouls - You are the lady with FIREY LAZER OPINIONS and damn it Momo, I admire that energy. I love the passion you hold over Nabs, Vegeta, all the muses you carry tightly in your protective fist because YOU’VE WORKED SO HARD ON THEM. The beautiful amount of time you’ve placed into writing your story, how many chapters you’ve reached because YOUR PASSION is damn near unrivalled by the majority here. I envy you massively for having accomplished so much writing and character exploration the way you want to, like... I salute you baby, you’ve shown everyone here that your dedication for you precious babbies are not to be trifled with. On top of that, you’re generally a very chill mun to hang with and are open to playing games and having good times. OH, and of course when YA GOT THE TEA... ALWAYS HAPPY TO LISTEN. I know I’ve been major absentee lately, but I want you to know I’m always admiring near or far. I’m glad to know that despite everything, you truck on and push forward through all the shit you’re given. Momo the STRONG. Momo the inspiration. I NEED whatever juice you be sipping to get into gear and JUST... WRITE MY OFFICIAL CELLDEW STORY ALREADY.

@synthetixviola - Lets be real, you run one of the BADDEST BITCHES in this RPC. I love a baker who could kick my ass up and down the street and serve me a cake with “sorry u lost most of your teeth” written neatly in icing. I really got to know her through the awesome tournament Momo was running and I just... Love all her energy + bonus relatable mom moments. She’s a beauty, she’ll rip open someones asshole on a whim, she’ll sell you something nice on the side and be a wonderful example of how Gero ruined her life with the android shenanigans. I can’t blame her hate boner for the RR army, who really could in her position? No one can deny that Lila is a fantastic OC and I’m so happy that I can see her beautiful purple hair grace my dash when you post. Also, can I just say that you’re also so very cool and easy to chat with? Seriously, stay coolio because you’re one of the cooliest ;3c

@unboundpower​ - THE GREAT AND POWERFUL USER OF ACTUALLY VERY WELL WRITTEN FUSION FRIENDS, THANK GOD. Seriously Nebula, before you really made yourself prominent here was when there was some... Not so great Gogeta / Vegito / Four blogs kicking around and I can’t say it was terribly interesting. You have every right to gatekeep what you’ve built for yourself and your handsome boys, because you’ve fleshed them out so well that I don’t think many can match your energy. Give yourself credit where it’s due, you’re running characters that are a little more challenging to write and you do it so naturally. The complexities of being themselves, owning up to their own love lives as individuals, the break away from just being ‘fusions’ of Goku and Vegeta and BECOMING a new soul altogether. I’m so happy to see how far each lad has grown and I love seeing your shippy stuff with Nabs ;3c It’s just plain adorbs ya’ll, love to SEE IT. Plus you’re a sweet and cool mun who DESERVES hugs and pats for just being you! Also, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, apologies for not wishing that for you sooner!! I hope you’ve been having better days ahead!!

UMM I’D POINT THE CAMERA TO THOSE I HAVEN’T MENTIONED BUT YOU ALL ROCK IN YOUR OWN UNIQUE WAYS!! Seriously, you guys are what keep me coming back to this hellsite, it’s nice to see everyone enjoying themselves and having fun with one another in peace. It’s what I want to keep seeing as long as I’m around to witness the fun!​ Thanks for keeping this community sparkling, you’re very much appreciated for being here.

#《🌊》𝑨𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 [Ooc] #kiealer #saiyanandproud #viopolis #risingsouls #synthetixviola #unboundpower #//I've been meaning to get this off my chest bros #//Just wanted to screech my appreciation

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This is just an appreciation ask but thank you for discussing literally anything about the game's past/world and actually discussing the politics, because so many in the base don't care and it pains me soooooo much, even my sister doesn't give a shit about the Nabataens and Agarthans and takes everything the game says at face value no matter how poorly written. It's really fun to look through your blog and actually see a community of folks in the fanbase tackle what I've been thinking about and thought I was alone on LOL

Oh thank you!

I know it's not really something appealing for a lot of people about the game, hell the game doesn't even care about it either but, haha, I do.

That's why I really like Tumblr, you can find communities for whatever you want and they're public, so if you want to gush about "the importance of golden trinkets in Nabatean culture" you can interact with some loser who wrote a post about it, and you can gush about it together without having someone passing by and hurling insults at you because Rhea BaD

(or at least it used to be that way and still is, in majority)

And if you can't find any, then write your own posts and since they're on a public board, maybe someone, 2 years later or so, will come and tell you it's interesting (or not) !

As for FE16 in particular, I really found it lunar how, in August 2019 the fandom's voice was kind of unified around something, and I felt like I was the only person who had a dissenting opinion - I posted a bit about it, later found out I wasn't the only one and then I shitposted and made memes.

Nerding about proto-Adrestia is just me nerding and honeypotting about stuff based on clothes, Enbarr's coliseum and Adrestia's History of being an Empire that fell from grace and tries to MAGA - but I confess, it was also to poke fun at some seriously, uh, misguided or misinformed takes that pretend to be very serious (tm) and refer to real life history... when the author either doesn't know a thing about what they're talking about, or has an extremely biased POV that was already debunked 500 years ago.

From memory, I can remember the WTF that was the "Agarthans were like the Greeks because greek names and Nabateans stole everything from them like Romans did" when Agarthans got their tech because Sothis gave them said tech, and if someone has the Roman imagery it's definitely not the Nabateans living in a desert among themselves in kind of Shangri-La imagery, but the randoms who had a coliseum in their capital -

"Let them eat brioche", a very serious person really using slander thrown at Marie-Antoinette to support a theory claiming Nabateans don't care about humans - even if this quote was posthumously attributed to MA and there was a, let's say, huge xenophobic context back at that time which MA was hit with -

"Fodlan is set in the 12th Century trust me I have a degree" nonsense that makes me craugh, because it is historically so wrong (laugh) and I really worry about the state of education worldwide (cry) -

And the biggest winner of them all, trampling over the competition "The Church of Seiros is just like the Catholic Church, just don't talk to me about transubstantiation, heresies, christology or tenants : their temples are called Churches and leaders are bishops and they have an army and influence over other countries just like the Pope was the ruler of Europe during the Middle Ages : Trust me I have a Degree v.2"

Like, I can't believe debunking this nonsense made me check Napoleon's wiki page, something I never did when I was in High School because I was busy reading Bleach during the "Napoleon and the First Empire" lectures lol

#androblob #thanks! #if you want to talk about stuff then don't hesitate to send an ask or something #tbh i started this blog because i wanted to vomit thoughts #and a word document wasn't enough #but then people shared my vomit with some of their own #and we became vomit-friends #I think the difference of algorithms in what appears or not between Tumblr and Twitter encourages #let's say dissenting opinions on Tumblr #That's why the afflux of people brigading/harassing other users about FE16 was so weird #If you don't agree you can reblog to discuss and quit it when it won't go anywhere #but that mentality of discoursing until the other supposedly admits defeat or blocks the other is imo imported from Twitter #like dude if you disagree so much then vomit in your own corner but don't do it on my lawn

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When Marnie Was There (And Not in a Closet)

I used to have a Wordpress where I posted dumb stories and illustrated them with my derpy drawing skills. For my own convenience, I'll be posting them all here now.

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, MY FIRST MOVED POST.

Does anyone else remember When Marnie Was There was first advertised and we were all convinced it was going to be the first LGBTQA+ movie from Studio Ghibli? Or at least a ton of us did.

I remember countless posts from people praising it and gushing with excitement for what was to come. One post in particular (on tumblr, I think) stood out to me from a girl who said the movie was going to be so important, because she was going to see someone who was just like her from a big, respected company telling her that loving another girl was perfectly normal and she was going to grow up okay. Other little girls were going to see that and feel the same.

Hell, I admit, I was excited at the idea of seeing something so different.

Admittedly, I don’t think a lot of us knew it was based on a novel of the same name. I sure didn’t. Dunno how we missed that one. Or at least, how so many of us did. I’m just gonna blame it on the novel coming out in the 60’s in another country and me being too excited at the idea.

To be fair, the trailer wasn’t exactly edited as a ~family~ drama. This isn’t to say the movie was bad, for the record. The movie was actually really good, and addressed some really important elements about healing, depression, family, guilt, and abandonment… I highly recommend it. Good stuff. Emotional. Bring tissues if you’re a crier.

But the best part of the movie, at least for me, were the people I saw the movie with.The people I saw the movie with… Oh man. That was probably one of the greatest audiences I’ve ever had the pleasure of viewing a movie with. We laughed together, cried together, clapped together… I hadn’t ever felt such a communal feeling with a group of people in a movie before. Hell, I saw strangers sharing popcorn. Movie theater popcorn. You don’t share drugs like that with just anyone.

And then came the reveal of Anna’s past and who Marnie really was. Oh my god…

I’m pretty sure I felt part of that dude’s soul die in that moment, and I think a few others went with him. There was true pain in that cry.

It was around that point we’d figured out we weren’t seeing a story about two young girls falling in love and overcoming hardship together. At least, I like to think most of us figured it out. That poor guy sure did.

I won’t lie, at the time, I was kinda disappointed with the whole Marnie was actually Anna’s grandmother thing. I’d never read, nor heard of the novel at the time, so I was admittedly going in with the expectations of a summer romance and not to be punched in the face with a movie about feelings… All in all, I was really glad I saw the movie.

Honestly, that guy’s reaction alone was worth the price of the ticket.

Sometimes I still think about him and wonder where he went in life. If he ever got to see his summer romance movie. I sure hope so.

#Nao Blogs Stories #Nao Doodles #When Marnie Was There #Honestly I was disappointed for several reasons.