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heartofarcanum · 2 years

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Tbf if you guys have been checking on the posts of the ones you've blocked then you're actually creepy stalkers. Just stop, if you block don't screenshot their posts to talk with your friends.

Literally no idea what this is referring to

Is there a post I’m supposed to have seen? I haven’t talked about any posts on this blog, I only talked about anons, u know, like the ones I’ve gotten today

Once again:

#also I haven’t blocked anyone so Idek who tf ur talking about #starting to get creepy babes #go bark up someone else’s tree I’ve got shit to do #anon #ask

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norrizzandpia · 7 months

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The Softest Launch (LN4)

Summary: He tried to be secret, but the eyes never lie.

Warnings: NOTHINGGGG language tho

Note: it was lance’s launch that sent me into this spiral

landonorris it was a good race ❤️

Comments:

mclarenfan22 YO WHO TF IS HE LOOKIN AT

- oscarandlando4ever carlos?

- mclarenfan22 idk abt that one girl

Lando-my-love i refuse to believe he has a girlfriend

- ln4andop81 the red heart is saying something else

oscarpiastri congrats on the podium man!

- mclarennnn what do you know.

- mclarensgirl oscar. spill it.

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landonorris fun day on the karting track! 🏎️

Comments:

ln4andop81 MAX IS IN ITALY WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND AND OSCAR IS OFF DOING PR IN LONDON WHO TF IS THIS.

- oscarandlando4ever we cant even fall back on carlos bc he is with charles at ferrari hq in italy as well

- Lando-my-love guys… i fear this is a soft launch

- mclarenfan22 DONT SAY THAT.

oscarpiastri tell her i said hi!

- mclarensgirlll HER????? PASTRY TELL US WHATS GOING ON

- landonorris will do!!

- mclarennn if this is his soft launch, i. will. cry.

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lando.jpg she’s learning 💋

Comments:

mclarennn WHO?????

ln4andop81 I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE

danielricciardo i still can’t believe you let her handle your camera

- landonorris ive given her other things that are delicate too

- danielricciardo shes made you a ball of mush

- landonorris a ball of love

- mclarensgirlll i have never been speechless before until rn

- mclarenfan22 GIVEN HER OTHER THINGS THAT ARE DELICATE TOO???? AS IN HIS HEART???? IM SLEEPING ON THE HIGHWAY ALREADY AND HE HASNT EVEN OFFICIALLY ANNOUNCED IT YET 😭😭😭

oscarandlando4ever hes soft launching her so well and so gently i cant im crying you can tell this one is different i think hes in love guys

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maxverstappen 📸 creds -> lando’s “friend”

Comments:

landonorris i said say friend not “friend” ‼️

- mclarensgirlll BYE MAX IS TRYING TO HELP US OUT

- maxverstappen i think the soft launch is over mate

- ln4andop81 PLZ LET IT BE OMFG MY BRAIN CANT HANDLE IT ANYMORE

kellypicquet and lando said she was bad at taking pics 💀

- ynnnn idek where he got that from i literally have taken his insta pics for years

- Lando-my-love WHO IS ynnnn IS THAT HER???

- mclarenfan22 her account is priv but I THINK IT IS ALSO YEARS???? SHES BEEN TAKING HIS PICS FOR YEARS????

- oscarandlando4ever BRUH IF WE MISSED THIS RELATIONSHIP THIS WHOLE TIME IM THROWING MYSELF IN A WALL

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landonorris I’m going to try and keep this as brief as possible because Y/n is incredibly special to me and I would like to keep the best parts of her to myself, but, yes, I do have a girlfriend. As you can probably gather, her name is Y/n and she’s been my lifeline for the past 5 years. I know this picture doesn’t really do justice to how she looks or how we are as a couple, but I’ve found that I would like to keep it that way. She’s someone I hold very close to my heart and keeping the quiet, intimate moments just for us is a high priority for me. All I ask from all of you is that you treat her with the kindness she deserves and don’t bombard her on social media. I’ve kept her away from the spotlight for a long time and have only made her presence known because keeping her a secret seemed worse than letting the F1 world into that part of my life. I’m glad you’ve gotten to meet my love. I plan on spending the rest of my life with her. Xx

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TWITTER

mclarensgirlll YALL SEEN THE INTERVIEW WITH LANDO????????? BRO IM CRYING HES SO CUTE

- ln4andop81 reporter: “were you nervous to let everyone know about her?” Lando: “well, the drivers, my friends, and family all knew i had met someone because apparently, according to them, i had a different look in my eyes. So, announcing it to them wasnt that nerve racking because they already knew, but, to the public, yeah, I was nervous. More nervous than she was.” Reporter: “so she was nervous?” Lando: “only because she thought no one was going to like her which is and was absurd. She’s the greatest human being I’ve ever met. There’s genuinely no scenario I could think of that someone would end up even slightly disliking her.” BRO.

- Lando-my-love AND THE WAY HE TALKED ABT FIRST SEEING HER 😫😫 “it was like my eyes were glued to her. I guess i was just so in shock someone could be that beautiful and, sometimes, i still am.”

- mclarenfan22 DONT GET ME STARTED ON HIS PROTECTION OF HER BYE “well, she’s just so perfect to me. The world I live in can be ruthless and unfair and messy, all the things she isn’t. I love her that way. I love her for that. She’s my quiet place I can go to when my job and lifestyle get to be too much. She’s like a time out and we both agreed we want to keep it that way.”

- oscarandlando4ever PLZ THE WAY OSCAR EXPOSED HIM TOO “when she’s around, Lando is so much more tolerable. She can calm him in a way I have never seen before. In fact, the engineers and I all agreed around a year ago that she needed to start coming to races because he was always a hot head if it didn’t go well. When we found a way to sneak her in and she did start attending events, he actually started to breathe if things didn’t go his way.”

- mclarensgirlll AND THEN THE WAY LANDO ENDED THE INTERVIEW WITH “But anyways, i could talk about her for hours, something i told myself i wouldn’t do. I’m in love with her and I just hope people understand we want to be left alone for a while. Just until we get married.” CRYING BC I THINK HES RLLY OFF THE MARKET THIS TIME

- oscarpiastri i know all of you want me to “spill” but really all i can tell you is that, yes, norizz officially rizzed his perfect girl and, yes, he is really off the market this time.

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sixzeroes · 1 year

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walk with you.

summary | lee jeno has had you as his best friend for as long as he can remember. every step of the way, you were there, stuck to his side like glue. jeno always believed you’d be his best friend forever, so why is he starting to view you in a different, non-platonic light?

characters | lee jeno x reader(f).

genres | fluff, romance, slice of life, best-friends-to-lovers, childhood friends au, high school au, non-idol au.

warnings | profanity, johnny is jeno’s cousin, johnny is all-knowing and wise, mentions of alcohol consumption, jeno decides to avoid reader :((, unrequited feelings (but they’re actually requited and jeno’s just dumb), kissing at the end!!

word count | 5.6k

37.5MHz | walk with you by nct dream ⋆ beautiful by baekhyun ⋆ tiki-taka by crush ft. dpr live.

gonna be brutally honest idek what tf i was writing half the time so i rly hope the flow of this made sense!! 🥹🥹 but like f2l is lowkey difficult to write i’m never gonna do that again,, ep.02 of my candy! miniseries, but it can be read on its own!

“HEY SIRI, HOW DO I KNOW IF I LIKE SOMEONE?”

“Here’s what I found.”

5 Ways to Tell If You Like Someone

Here Are Seven Methods to Figure Out Your Feelings!

Take This Buzzfeed Quiz to See If You Like Them

Lee Jeno, a simple high school boy, clicks on the first link. The website opens immediately and the title stares at him in a fancy font. He scrolls, skipping the summary to get to the important part.

1. Does your heartbeat accelerate around them?

Jeno thinks back to a few hours ago, when he was walking you home after school. His heartbeat was a little off, speeding up whenever you flashed him a smile.

2. Do you think about them often?

Jeno ponders. He’s always thinking about you—you’re his best friend, after all. But does he think about you often in the romantic context? Hm, he’s not too sure.

3. Do you miss them when you’re not together?

Jeno nibbles on his lower lip. There have been many instances where he wished he didn’t move away and just had to walk up two flights of stairs to where you lived.

4. Do they make you feel good?

Jeno tilts his head. What does that mean? You definitely make him happy and bring joy to his everyday life, but does that qualify as ‘feel good’?

“Jeno! Come have dinner!”

The boy sighs, tossing his phone onto his bed. He scratches his head as he exits his bedroom, reevaluating his feelings based on the questions he just read. Jeno is eighty-seven percent sure the questions perfectly describe his situation when he’s around you. The remaining thirteen percent? He’s just misreading his own platonic feelings.

No, Jeno doubts he’s misreading anything. He’s just…unsure, considering this is the first time he’s ever liked a friend, much less his best friend of all people. He’s unsure if these feelings are even permissible. Can he like his best friend? Is that okay? Jeno’s seen plenty of friends-to-lovers in K-Dramas, and there’s always this hesitance in ‘ruining’ their friendship. What if the things Jeno feels will ultimately cause a rift between you and him? What will he do then? Die? He probably would, because Jeno finds it impossible to picture a future without you. (Some may say this is pure friendship. Donghyuck, the number one Jeno and Y/N shipper, says otherwise.)

This is a tough equation—it’s one of those questions where he’s solved a majority of the maths but needs some guidance on narrowing down the final answer to either three decimal places or two. Jeno is the struggling student, and his teacher?

“Bro, what’s taking you so long?”

Of course, who else other than Johnny Suh, his cousin and self-proclaimed ladies’ man from America?

Jeno shuffles out of his room, meeting Johnny in the hallway. “Can I ask you a question?”

The older man cocks a brow, lips shifting into an amused smile. “Shoot away.”

“Later, after dinner. Let’s go out for ice cream.”

“In this cold weather?”

“Or soju, if you’re okay with drinking alone.”

Johnny Suh’s character is full of surprises, to say the least. To begin, the Korean-American had bought two bottles of champagne back at the airport in Chicago as ‘housewarming gifts’ (“Wait, Jeno isn’t legal? That’s okay, I first drank when I was sixteen.”). Next, he went missing for a week straight (busy spending his nights at Gangnam and Itaewon), only remembering to send an i’m okay! be home this weekend :) text after Jeno’s mother threatened to report him missing. Then, he returned to Jeno’s place with a bunch of snacks from the nearby GS25, offering it as an apology for sending the household into chaos for the past week. Lastly, Johnny introduced a new outlook in Jeno’s life.

Or, well, he’s about to, considering his position in Jeno’s makeshift maths class scenario.

Johnny takes a swig of soju, releasing a satisfied hum after gulping the contents down. In contrast, Jeno nibbles on his ice cream bar, a little nervous to pop the question. He debates on how to word it but eventually gives up, deciding it’s better to be straightforward than to beat around the bush. “Is it…okay to like a friend?”

There’s a moment of silence. Jeno realises how ridiculous his question is. Johnny swirls his soju bottle. “Do you like someone, Jeno?”

“I—What—You can’t answer my question with a question!”

“Oh, I see,” says Johnny, a playful glint in his eyes. “This is about that friend of yours, right? That girl you’re always walking home even though she lives like thirty minutes away? What was her name again? Yonam? Yerna? Ah—Y/N?”

Jeno’s eyes widen and his cheeks grow red. “No! She’s just a friend. We’re just…friends.”

“Sure, sure,” goes Johnny, dismissing Jeno’s weak claims with a fling of his wrist. “Let me tell you something, Jeno. Girls and guys? We can never be ‘just friends.’ It doesn’t work like that, you know.”

“But…” the younger falters. “Don’t you have a lot of friends that are girls, Johnny? I’ve seen your Instagram stories.”

Johnny sips his drink. “That’s different. We’re different. You, my good boy, are a high school kiddo with raging hormones. I am willing to bet my entire life that you like Yona.”

“Y/N,” Jeno corrects him. “How can I be sure that I like her?”

“You can’t, unless you face her with those feelings.” the Korean-American turns to him with a stern face. He presses a finger against Jeno’s chest. “You can hide your feelings from your crush but don’t hide them from yourself. Bask in the fact that you like her while sitting in her presence. Observe yourself. Think about the situation. Are you sure you like her, yes or no?” Johnny finishes the rest of his soju. “Your answer doesn’t lie with me, Jeno. It’s within you.”

Jeno’s heart skips at Johnny’s words, overwhelmed with inspiration. “You’re…pretty poetic, Johnny.”

The latter smugly smiles. “My roommate’s a literature major. He’s kinda rubbing off on me.”

The rest of the evening passes by in a blur, with Johnny drinking four more bottles of alcohol inside the brightly lit convenience store. Jeno drags his feet back to the family apartment with Johnny in tow, the older man’s weight significantly slowing him down. When he arrives, his mother forcefully wakes the Korean-American up and scolds him for drinking so much on a weekday. In response, Johnny hugs her with an intoxicated laugh and falls asleep on the couch. During the entire ordeal, all Jeno can think of are Johnny’s wise words.

It’s within you.

Johnny’s right. In Jeno’s makeshift maths class scenario, the student is Jeno, but so is the teacher. He is the key to the equation he’s struggling to solve.

Tomorrow. When Jeno sees you tomorrow, he’s going to face his feelings and categorise it accordingly.

Wednesday mornings have never been this frightening.

In fact, Jeno has never feared anything as much as facing his feelings while you’re sitting right beside him during the regular route to school. Not much has changed since Tuesday morning: he got on the same subway at the same station with (relatively) the same people for another similar day. Except, he’s ninety-nine percent sure he likes you.

Okay, so maybe a bit has changed since Tuesday morning: he got on the same subway at the same station with (relatively) the same people for another similar day but with newfound emotions.

Johnny told him to ‘bask in his feelings’ and ‘observe himself.’

Jeno is doing everything but that.

He’s a nervous wreck, to sum it up. Every time the subway slows to a stop and your shoulder brushes against his, he feels as if his heart is going to swallow him whole. Whenever you bring up a meme, he absentmindedly laughs as three-fourths of his focus is poured into acting normal. There is little to no eye contact; obviously, Jeno finds the advertisements far more interesting than your pretty face.

Or maybe, he is basking in his feelings and observing himself. The realisation hits him as an elderly woman sits in the empty seat across from him. Jeno is anxious around you. He’s conscious of the way he acts, smells, talks, walks—whatever. You’ve known him his entire life and have seen him at his worst (i.e., his emo middle school era), and yet, Jeno finds the mere idea of you seeing his bedhead horrifying. Such self-awareness is a blessing and a curse.

“Jeno?” you chirp, poking the boy’s side. He reacts with a hum. “You’re awfully quiet today.”

He gulps, trying his best to maintain a cool facade. “I’m just tired,” he answers with a tight voice. “Stayed up late tending to my drunk cousin.” It’s not a complete lie—Johnny was intoxicated last night.

You brush a stray strand of hair out of his face. “Johnny? He’s your American cousin, right?”

Jeno tries to stay calm at your gesture but his ears are heating up. “Mhm. He’s…wild.”

The conversation dies down immediately. Jeno is jittery, his leg bouncing up and down, eyes darting from one passenger to another. He’s too preoccupied to notice your concerned gaze; too busy presenting himself as normal as possible without realising how abnormal he truly appears.

For the remaining minutes, you don’t say anything, choosing to scroll through your social media feed instead. During the short walk to school, again, no words leave your mouth. Jeno glimpses your quiet figure. Silence is strange on you, but he doesn’t try to tug a sound out of you.

This is the first time the two of you have ever been enveloped in such a sheer layer of awkwardness. Never has there been an instance where it was suffocating to be in the other’s presence—never, until Jeno’s heart decided to think on its own and develop feelings for you.

There.

He’s said it.

Lee Jeno likes you, one hundred percent confirmed during the subway ride to school.

One foot has been in the puddle for the past few weeks, testing the depth below the surface. He tested, and tested, and tested, until he slipped inside, drenching himself in the water.

Jeno wasn’t sure of his feelings. At one point, he figured this more-than-platonic affection for you was just a hoax (don’t ask him why, he doesn’t know either). All he did was sit next to you, just like any other day, with slightly different feelings. And all of a sudden, he fell, and oh, did he fall hard.

He’s drowning even though the puddle wasn’t that deep.

Or maybe, it’s always been that deep. Jeno just failed to realise it before.

“Jeno. You’re scaring Jisu with that glare of yours.”

Huang Renjun is standing diagonal to Jeno’s desk with a small carton of banana milk in his hand. The said boy glances over at his classmate, Choi Jisu, who’s clearly intimidated from his hardened stare. He loosens his expression instantly, averting his gaze back to his friend. “What time is it?”

“Eleven,” says Lee Donghyuck, popping out from behind Renjun. “What’s up with you today? You’ve been staring off into space for the entire morning.”

Na Jaemin, sitting beside him, nods in agreement. “Yeah. Are you sick or something?”

Renjun snorts. “He’s probably lovesick as always.”

Normally, when any of the three boys joke about you and Jeno’s friendship like that, Jeno would always grow defensive and borderline shout, “She’s just a friend!” But today, he sits with his lips pursed, unable to refute the claim. Renjun, Donghyuck, and Jaemin simultaneously drop their jaws.

“No way,” whispers Donghyuck, his eyes wide. “No fucking way.”

“Jeno, you…” Renjun trails off in shock.

Jaemin slaps his shoulder. “You actually like Y/N?”

If a tomato were a person, it would be Jeno. His ears burn and he avoids looking any of them in the eyes, choosing to bury his red face into his arms. He can hear the boys cheering, creating chaos over his recently established feelings. Someone—probably Donghyuck—pats his head, proud of his accomplishment.

“When did you realise?” Donghyuck asks, prodding Jeno’s ear. “You were always so disgusted whenever we called you two lovebirds. Why the sudden change of heart?”

Jeno shrugs, still facing the surface of his desk. “It just happened.”

Renjun finishes his banana milk. “You asked Siri, didn’t you?”

The lovestruck boy whips his head up, bewildered at the correct statement. “How did you know?”

“Lucky guess.”

A groan tumbles from Jeno’s lips as he shrinks into his seat. “I’m so screwed. How am I supposed to face Y/N now? I can’t let her know about my feelings. It’ll ruin our friendship.”

“Why do you think that?” Donghyuck says with a sly tone. He observes Jeno’s actions with a playful glint in his eyes. “You never know, she might like you back.”

Renjun chuckles at the not-so-subtle hint while Jaemin simply nods again.

Jeno frowns, sceptically eyeing each of them. “She doesn’t. She recently broke up with Soobin from Class 3-4, so there’s no way she’d develop feelings for me in the span of a month.”

“To be fair,” goes Renjun, “Y/N and Soobin only dated for two weeks. That’s nothing compared to the years you’ve spent together.”

“I agree,” hums Donghyuck, now fiddling with his pencil. “Who cares if her ex-boyfriend is a good-looking guy? You’re okay-looking, so I think you have a shot.”

Jeno rolls his eyes at Donghyuck’s impish grin. “Thanks, Hyuck. You light up my world.”

Jaemin taps the pads of his fingers against his chair. “Why don’t you distance yourself for a bit? Organise your thoughts on whether you’d like to attempt at something or just fold your feelings away.”

The bell rings, indicating the next period’s start. Renjun and Donghyuck retreat back to their seats and Jaemin pulls out an English novel. Ms. Son walks in with a cheerful smile, happily greeting the class to which the students respond. She begins by announcing an upcoming English story competition for anyone who may be interested, listing the important details with a sunny voice. Finally, she moves onto the contents of today’s class, asking everyone to bring out their copies of The Outsiders. Jeno nearly misses her instructions, only grabbing the book from his backpack when Renjun lightly kicks his chair. He tries to pay attention this time, considering how challenging English is, but to no avail, fails. Once again, Jeno’s mind becomes clouded with thoughts about you—only this time, the concern surrounds Jaemin’s suggestion.

Organise your thoughts.

Jeno isn’t sure about where to start.

He sighs, flipping through the pages until he lands on the chapter Ms. Son mentioned. As if his current predicament isn’t headache-inducing enough, the English alphabet is seeking to destroy his peace.

Whatever, he thinks to himself, opting to just stare out the window instead. I’ll figure this out later.

jeno: sorry, y/n. johnny wants to hangout after school today jeno: i don’t think i can walk you home

you: that’s okay!! i’ll see you tomorrow morning, jeno :)

Jeno feels a little guilty lying to you, but he needs to stay away from you right now. Whenever he’s near you, he buffers, unable to act like his usual self. Tonight, he’s going to lay in his bed and decide after thinking everything over. Tomorrow, he’s going to act upon his decision.

Jaemin sits across from him, going through a checklist of some sort. Apparently, the student body president managed to receive a green light for a ‘seniors only’ winter event, and Jaemin has been tasked with managing the necessary materials. Jeno knows his friend is displeased, but alas, he is only vice president, and whatever the president says, goes.

“You’re still here?” Jaemin suddenly inquires, looking up from the pages. “Didn’t Y/N’s club end ten minutes ago?”

Jeno exits Genshin Impact on his phone. “I told her I couldn’t walk her home today because of Johnny.”

“You lied.”

“So I can figure out my desires,” Jeno adds in defence. “I’m gonna take your advice and distance myself for a bit.”

The vice president sets his pen down and leans into his chair. “You should at least tell her you want space instead of avoiding her with no words. She’ll get hurt, you know.”

Jeno licks his lips. “I know, but I’m scared she might catch on if I tell her that. It’s no different from outright saying ‘Hey, I like you.’”

“I guess so.”

The duo are enveloped by silence as Jaemin returns to his duties and Jeno opens Genshin Impact again. He’s setting up to continue his previous play when a message from Johnny pops up.

johnny: yo jeno, wanna go out for dinner? i’ll pay

Jeno sits up straight. “Seems like I wasn’t lying after all. Johnny’s asking if I’m free. I’ll see you tomorrow, Jaem.”

“Mhm.”

jeno: gatten sushi??

johnny: DEAL

It’s been approximately one week since that fateful Wednesday morning, and Lee Jeno has been actively avoiding you. No, he did not heed Jaemin’s advice; he’s too scared to confront you like that. Every morning, he’d hit you with the same excuse over text:

jeno: sorry y/n, johnny wants to hangout until he leaves

And you would answer him with:

you: go have fun with your cousin <3

Jeno’s lies are terrible, he knows that. Somehow, the white lie has become so warped that Johnny now (probably) appears to be an obsessive cousin who’s unwilling to stay away except for during school hours. Johnny wants to walk with Jeno to school and hangout with him afterwards. That’s the story the lovesick boy is sprinting with, and although he feels bad for painting such a strange image of his cousin, it’s not like Johnny’s ever going to cross paths with you.

At least, not in the near future.

Jeno leaves for school an hour earlier than usual. He knows you have no club activities before school and you aren’t a morning person. The earliest you will ever wake up is seven a.m., so the chances of accidentally running into you is approximately four percent.

Jeno’s been successful so far. You haven’t come looking for him either, so he assumes you’ve either realised he needs space or are too busy with extracurricular activities to care.

(He really hopes it isn’t the second one.)

Donghyuck stuffs a spoonful of bulgogi and rice into his mouth, a blissful expression on his face. He continues to inhale more of his lunch until he suddenly perks up. “Look, lover boy. It’s Y/N.”

Instinctively, Jeno turns at the mention of you. He catches your figure standing in line for food with Roh Jeongui and Kim Chaewon. Your eyes meet his, and he offers a sheepish wave to which you smile back. Jeno’s nape grows hot.

You’re too pretty when you smile.

He shyly diverts his gaze to his food, scooping up a portion of his lunch to distract himself. Renjun nudges him with a teasing “Ooh,” which Donghyuck snickers at. Jaemin shakes his head but an amused grin graces his lips. Jeno tickles Renjun’s side. “Shut up, Huang.”

“You know, the winter event for seniors will be happening in nine days,” mentions Jaemin, stirring his soup. “Why don’t you take Y/N as your date?”

Donghyuck claps at the idea. “Jaemin, you wonderful, wonderful man. That is one wonderful idea!”

Renjun chimes, “How romantic. Feels like a fairytale.”

Jeno hopes his cheeks aren’t as rosy as he thinks they are. “No way. I’d rather just go with you guys.”

“Who said we’d want to go with you, though?”

He shoots Donghyuck a glare. “Do you even have a date, Hyuck?”

The younger one proudly grins, his chest puffing up. “I do, actually. I have Renjun.”

The said boy sticks his tongue out. “Too bad, I’m going with your sister, my girlfriend.”

“Sorry, Renjun, but it’s seniors only.” Jaemin interrupts. “The student president wants it to be a special memory for the seniors. Also, we have a tight budget that barely covers the school’s third year population. So, a second year student can't attend.”

Renjun pouts, visibly dismayed. In contrast, Donghyuck’s face is shining with glee. “Guess you’re my date, then, Junnie!”

Jeno consumes the rest of his lunch, thoroughly thinking about Jaemin’s proposition (again). He wonders if he can just ask you to go with him to the event as a friend. Would that be weird? He certainly thinks nothing could be as weird as his feelings for his best friend.

The boy sighs, swamped by the confusing reality he’s living in. Whatever he’s doing cannot go on any longer. He needs to stop avoiding you and confront the yearnings of his heart. But there’s no way Jeno could just suddenly go back to acting ‘normal’ around you—even if he decides to bury his feelings to save the friendship, he’s still going to have lingering feelings and, with no doubt, you would ask him to tell you the truth behind his sudden aloofness.

Jeno is going to confess to you.

The bulgogi thinks he should.

It’s dangerous but he’s willing to take the risk, even if it means that the friendship may never be repaired and he may never be close to you again. But that’s okay, because he’d much rather stay truthful with you during the entire friendship instead of continuing a lie that will eventually bite him in the ass.

Jeno decides to set a deadline for himself: on the night of the winter event, he will confess to you.

He steels his grip around the utensils.

Nine days. Lee Jeno is going to confess to you on the ninth day of those nine days. The eight days prior to the ninth, he’s going to prepare himself for every possible outcome that could occur on Friday evening. He steals an egg roll from Renjun’s tray, to which the older one sputters in shock. Nine days. In nine days, Jeno’s friendship with you is going to accelerate into something more or crumble into pieces.

Nine days.

He’s got this.

Jeno does not have this.

Since when did eight days become equivalent to eight seconds? (The math is not mathing.) Jeno stares at the mirror, his reflection blankly blinking back. He’s dressed in a black suit and adorns a green tie for that pop of colour. It’s not exactly his style, but Renjun proposed the four of them match for their first and last high school event. Jeno decided to go green, while Renjun chose yellow, Donghyuck went with blue, and Jaemin used a colour generator to pick a shade (resulting in purple). He’ll probably find it tacky when he looks back in the future, but right now, he’s rather satisfied with the scheme.

Jeno’s mother blow dries his hair, brushing through the strands with her nimble fingers. She sets the drier down and runs a comb down his bangs, smiling at her beautiful son. “When did my cute son become this handsome?”

Jeno groans at the comment, bashful and embarrassed. “Mom,” he whines, “don’t say that.”

“What?” she laughs, finding his reaction entertaining. “It’s true. You were the cutest baby, I can’t believe you’re graduating soon.”

Me neither, Jeno mentally agrees.

“There you go!” she exclaims, clasping her hands. She steps back and lets Jeno examine his appearance.

“Beware of SM,” Johnny jokes from the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. He whistles, “You look great.”

Jeno grins. “Thanks, Johnny.” He thanks his mother for styling his hair and walks out of the bathroom, heading to the doorway. His father sticks a thumbs-up in approval from the dinner table. Jeno drags his coat on, plants his feet into his newly-bought dress shoes, and waves to his parents from the entrance. They tell him to have fun to which he replies, “I’ll try!”

(Because, you know, he’s going to confess tonight and that thought alone has him breaking into a cold sweat every five minutes.)

Johnny’s his chauffeur for tonight. His cousin offered to give Jeno and his friends a ride to the school and back, and although he states it’s out of pure love, the younger surmises that Johnny wants to go for a late night drive around Seoul. The two get into his father’s car; Johnny behind the wheel, Jeno in the passenger’s seat.

By car, the ride to the apartment complex where the rest live isn't that far. They arrive there in no time and soon, the car is filled with three teenage boys—Jaemin is a member of the student council therefore having to arrive before six—and one young adult singing along to Big Bang’s Bang Bang Bang the entire ride to school.

“I’ll come by around ten p.m.,” says Johnny, leaning out the window. The boys nod, give their thanks, and run into the building.

“Jaemin!” Renjun shouts, garnering the attention of their friend.

“You guys are early,” the vice president notes, bumping fists with Donghyuck. “Did Johnny drop you guys off?”

Jeno nods. “He’ll be back around ten to pick us up, but let your mother know you’ll be back by eleven. Johnny said he’ll take us out for McDonald’s after.”

“Nice.”

The four of them head down the hallway toward the gymnasium, where the winter event is set to take place. The large room is decorated in golds, whites, and blues, with streamers and balloons hanging from the walls. A long table of snacks and drinks line the wall adjacent to the entrance and a DJ booth is situated in the centre of the stage. Many students have already arrived, even more filtering in as the clock ticks closer to seven. And when the little hand strikes seven, Jeno sees you walk in.

“Holy shit,” he whispers, awestruck.

You look stunning.

You’re walking with Chaewon and Kim Sunwoo, chatting excitedly over God knows what. He’s too focused on your presence to realise Donghyuck’s snapped a few photos of his dropped jaw and wide eyes.

Have you always been this pretty?

“Jeno, you’re staring.” Renjun teases, poking his cheek. Jeno comes back to his senses, ears furiously blushing. He rips his gaze away and clears his throat. He made a mistake. The boys are never going to let him live this down.

“Let’s check out the food!” chirps Donghyuck as the DJ starts blasting music. Renjun happily follows and Jaemin heaves Jeno along.

Jeno is going to confess to you.

Even if the school is burning to the ground or a sinkhole opens below, Lee Jeno will confess his feelings to you by the end of the event.

But first, he’s going to make the most of tonight with his best friends.

Nine p.m., and Jeno has not crossed paths with you once. There’s a lot more students in his year than he’d thought.

“Jaemin!” he hollers into the other’s ear. “I’m gonna go out for a breather!”

Jaemin is too busy dancing the macarena with Donghyuck.

Jeno squeezes himself past the throng of seniors, repeatedly muttering “excuse me” and “sorry” as he seeks to escape the loud crowd. When he manages to stumble through the exit, he runs into you standing in the hallway with a cookie in your mouth.

“Eh-noh!” you beam, chewing on the dessert.

Butterflies erupt in his stomach. “Y/N,” he utters. “What are you doing out here?”

You finish your cookie. “Got too stuffy in there,” you say while dusting the crumbs off your fingers. “I’m guessing it’s the same for you?”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, shuffling closer to you. Under the dim hallway lights, your eyes shine brighter than the stars. “Uh, wanna go for a walk with me?”

You smile. “I’d love to.”

You’re patient, Jeno thinks as the two of you walk to the staircase. He’s been avoiding you for nearly two weeks and yet, you haven’t asked any questions. You don’t pressure him into spilling the beans or confront him about the blatant lies. You understand him, you’re considerate of him, you’ll never make him uncomfortable. Jeno likes that about you. He likes how you and he have opposing qualities that fit like puzzle pieces. He likes how you and he can never run out of topics to converse about. He likes how you and he have a bond that is difficult to severe.

Most of all, Jeno likes the way you smile at him.

Oh, he’s so head over heels in love.

You enter your homeroom, Jeno following suit. Your body moves to the window seat at the very back, glancing outside at the snowing scenery.

“It’s so pretty,” you say, referring to the white night. “I think winter is my favourite season now.”

Jeno hums, leaning against the desk. “I still like springtime more. The cold is too difficult.”

You roll your eyes at his response but he catches your small grin. “Of course, flower boy. I wouldn’t expect anything else.”

Your gaze stays fixated on the falling snow. Jeno finds it hard to look away from you. He drinks in your appearance—from the way your hair flows, to the line of your nose, to the curve of your shoulders. You’re so perfect, carefully crafted by Aphrodite herself. Everything about you is beautiful, more beautiful than anything in the world. If he could, Jeno would build a museum just to display your beauty.

You finally glimpse at him, tilting your head at his stare. He finds himself getting lost in your eyes. “Jeno? You okay?”

It’s time.

Jeno is going to confess to you.

“Y/N, I like you.”

Jeno just confessed to you.

Your eyes widen and lips part in shock. You furrow your eyebrows at first and then loosen them when you realise he’s telling the truth. Even though the only illumination being provided is the moonlight, Jeno doesn’t miss the way roses bloom on your cheeks. You gulp. “You like me?”

He smiles. “Yeah.”

“I—” You lick your lips, playing with the fabric of your dress. “This feels like a dream.”

His heart jumps. “Y/N?”

You refuse to look him in the eyes, opting to stare out the window again—but this time, with a timid expression. “I…I like you too, Lee Jeno.”

Jeno feels like his heart is about to implode. You like him back. You like him back.

“Are you serious?” he breathes, stepping closer to you. You fervently nod, still maintaining eye contact with the snowfall. Jeno laughs in relief. You let out a yelp as he envelops you in a soft hug. “I like you so, so much, Y/N.”

You return his embrace, hands flat against his broad back. “Did you avoid me because you liked me?”

His breath hitches at your correct assumption. “Y—Yeah. Jaemin suggested I distance myself to figure out my feelings before I come clean.”

“I was really upset, you know.” You raise your head and pout.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, stroking your head. “How can I make up for it?”

Your gaze trails from his eyes to his nose to his lips then back to his eyes. You surprise him with your boldness. “If you give me a kiss, I’ll forgive you.”

Jeno doesn’t need to be asked twice. He gently bumps his lips against yours, cupping your face with both of his hands. Your arms wrap them around his waist, drawing him in closer. You taste sweeter than candy.

Jeno wants to be drunk on this euphoric feeling forever.

He’s about to deepen the kiss when you break away, face redder than the setting sun. “Too fast. That was my first kiss.”

“Same.”

You raise a brow in suspicion. “You were a little too good for this to be your first kiss, Jen.”

Jeno laughs at your statement, poking your forehead with his pointer finger. “I researched a bit.” (Undisclosed: “I watched the K-Dramas my mom put on TV.”)

A serene atmosphere settles in the classroom as Jeno and you simply drown in each other’s presence, drinking in the beauty of tonight’s happening. Your hands play with his loose tie and his fingers graze the small sequins sewed to your dress. “Y/N,” he whispers, “will you be my girlfriend?”

You tug at his tie, bringing him closer. “I’d be stupid to say no.” And you kiss him for the second time.

Love? It’s always been the feeling that reminded Jeno of his best friend, but now, it’ll only remind him of his girlfriend.

bonus: the aftermath.

Two days since the friends-to-lovers scenario, and Jeno is walking you home for the first time in nearly three weeks. Not much has changed—the same subway, the same bus, the same pathway. But then again, everything has changed.

For instance, instead of walking side-by-side with a small distance in-between, Jeno’s left hand is intertwined with your right hand, finding warmth in his jacket pocket.

Monday’s have never been better.

“It feels strange to walk with you as a couple now,” you giggle, snuggling into your scarf. “To be frank, I never thought this day would come.”

Jeno frowns. “Why is that?”

You blow out a puff of air. “Because you’re popular with all of the girls at school. You know, Jeon Heejin fancied you for quite a while! I was scared you’d like her.”

He snorts. “I don’t think you have the right to say that when you dated Choi Soobin from Class 3-4.”

“In my defence, I dated him to get over you! Though, I do feel sorry but I don’t think he liked me that much anyway. He’s dating Hwang Yeji now.”

Jeno stops walking, to which you automatically halt, and he leans over to steal a kiss. “I’m glad you never got over me, Y/N. I’m only ever going to walk with you for the rest of my life.”

Lee Jeno needs to stop making your cheeks hurt.

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#neowritingsnet #kpop #nct #nct u #nct dream #lee jeno #jeno #jeno x reader #series #au #ff #fanfic #imagine #oneshot #scenario #fluff #romance #slice of life

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rafesgoldrings · 10 months

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hi!! congrats on 1k!! fr you were one of the first accounts i followed when i got back into tumblr and your writing is my FAVE omg. i’m shocked you don’t have more followers honestly?? you deserve every last follow (and a million more tf??)

anyway!! can i get chemtrails over the country club and can we PLS discuss how rafe 100% is clinging onto the idea of “i’m a proactive type of person” bc an ex or his girlfriend or whatever said that to him once as a compliment and how he uses that to justify his actions bc SHE said that to him. like “SHE knows i’m a good person and i’m trying my best” and “SHE knows i’m not the bad guy” bc omg and i just imagine that conversation echoing around in his head whenever he’s in those super high stress situations where he has to do something crazy bc he’s trying to ground himself

(idek if that made any sense but i have thought about this concept at LENGTH and it lives rent free in my head)

Ahh thank you baby🫶🏻 this is so fucking kind of you to say🥺 i’m writing this as a reader insert because I enjoy living in my delusional world where he is my boyfriend😌

I see this happening a lot, like he’s stressed and high, Ward is giving him shit, Sarah is getting into trouble which puts him into trouble, and he can feel himself on the verge of a breakdown. He remembers what you said to him the first time he came to you with this shit, told you how Sarah called him a psycho, and you assured him he’d not a bad person. He was just a proactive type of person who wanted to get things done instead of fucking around like Sarah. That’s the only thing that helps keep him grounded, you think he’s a good person. You know he’s only this way because he wants to get things done. You understand him and know he’s not the enemy those stupid low life pogues make him out to be. You’re the only one who’s fully on his side. He mumbles these affirmations to himself over and over until he calms down enough to call you, hearing your voice when you tell him that it’s okay and to breathe completely calms him. You bring him a sense of security and peace, something nobody else seems to want him to have. He knows that no matter what, you’ll be on his side. And you’ll always believe in him.

Unfortunately this is also used in a bad way, he often uses those same affirmations to justify his wrong doings. Telling his dad and the pogues that you think he’s a good person and that he just gets shit done. Hence his phrase ‘i’m a proactive type of person okay?’. When shit starts getting really bad, it gets worse. He calls you and completely twists the story, telling you that everyone is out to get him. He’ll ask you for assurance ‘I-I mean i’m a good person okay? I’m just a proactive type of person right babe?’ and again you tell him yes, Sarah is a kid and doesn’t understand what it’s like to run a business like he is and Ward puts too much pressure on him, the pogues have no clue what they’re talking about. You of course don’t know the true reality of the situation, believing Rafe when he tells you his spin on what’s happening. All that matters is you think he’s a good person and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep it that way

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron x reader #asks <3 #1k celebration

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shiveringgroovy · 14 days

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more headcanon asks pt 2 out of ???

roadtrip au. who does the driving who does the navigation that kinda thing

can be ships, just favorites, idek

oh em goodness i have opinions. gonna alternate between bsd and tes

Fyozai (who else would i start with)

dazai canonically sucks at driving

and look at fyodor and tell me he knows how to operate a vehicle

certified public transport power couple. they are the worst i hope they die

i actually wrote a fic where they're on a subway for a little. fucking freaks

Sheskillmyna

haskill is always the designated driver. always.

relmyna drove once and it resulted in 3 civilian deaths

sheogorath sticks his head out the window and screams random shit at people

worst people to road trip with. haskill can't stop himself from stopping the car if either of his partners ask so they end up being at gas stations more than on the actual road. sheogorath is a devious freak for slurpees and needs a refill every hour

Siglai

sigma is probably a good driver, nikolai would be mediocre but gets HORRIFIC road rage

so sigma drives most often and nikolai is either sprawled out in the backseat or trying not to lose his shit in shotgun

they stop at everything on the way. sightseeing spots and supermarkets and everything in between. it's nikolai's fault.

sigma needs to take a xanax before getting in the car.

ALMSIVI

seht drives, ayem takes shotgun, vehk takes up the entire backseat

almalexia freaks sotha sil out. somebody save him.

vivec looks like she's meditating, he's actually just passed tf out

sotha sil points out every cool architecture thing he sees and almalexia punches him every time

Ranpoe + Yosano

ranpo also doesn't drive so yosano and poe alternate

ranpo also loves being in the back seat so if he's not driving, poe will act as a pillow for ranpo

yosano refuses to stop the car at gas stations. she fucking hates stopping and ranpo will start tweaking if he runs out of snacks

Cheydinhal Sanctuary + Janus Hassildor

minivan group..

ocheeva and teinaava are in the front, alternating who drives.

antionetta, gogron, and telaendril are in the middle row. gogron and telaendril are being a cringe couple and antionetta sticks her head out the window the entire time

in the back, m'raaj-dar has schemer in his lap and janus and vicente are also being all couple-y and cringe.

lucien's already at the destination.

TachiHiguGin

higuchi drives the best out of the three ngl

tachihara plays road trip games and does not fuck around about i spy.

i headcanon gin as semiverbal but they'll fucking GAG tachihara during some games

higuchi will constantly ask if they need to stop at every gas station because she's like that

Dawnstar Sanctuary

babette drives. no, i don't care that she has the body of a 10 year old. she's the best driver.

cicero is in the trunk. don't worry about him

nazir is in shotgun controlling the aux cord. ik he has the best music taste of all time. he's a metalhead trust me i asked him myself

the night mother is strapped to the top of the car like those ski holders

DOA5

sigma and fukuchi are in the front, alternating drivers

bram is tied to the back of fukuchi's seat like one of those ipads that little kids watch skibidi toilet on during long car rides

fyodor is said skibidi toilet kid

nikolai is in the trunk

NereVoryn

nerevar drives. voryn won't admit it but he fucking sucks at driving

there's really nothing chaotic about their road trips. very chill tbh

nerevar has probably backed up into a fire hydrant once or twice though.

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bowserssupermariopartylaugh · 1 year

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me, overthinking: the only thing that gives me hope is that bowser is framed as being rly smug when luigi is brought to him, which i dont think would make sense unless 1) luigi was spotted in the kingdom/castle, bowser was informed of this and of his likeness to mario, and luigi was captured and brought to the throne room

Or 2) luigi was captured just bc he was clearly an outsider, bowser found out about mario and then about a prisoner who looks v similar, and then summoned him or whatever

As in, he knows/expects the person being brought to him. And i just think it'd make more sense for the whole "mustache coincidence" to /come to light after/ luigi's capture, versus pursuing luigi /bc of it/, and locking him up bc he refused to snitch (also doubt bowser would give up so easily when luigi is so blatantly connected to mario, unless the cage is meant to scare him into fessing up)

Ofc im just spitballing and hoping it lands on option 2 lmao bc. I need this. 💀

Also this should've been my first point, but idget why tf luigi would ask where he is /after/ bowser presumably gets luigi well acquainted with who bowser is, where they are, and what he's doing (taking over da worl)

And I personally just doubt luigi would be referring to where he is in the castle specifically, bc. Cage. Prison. I mean he could be getting whiplash even after being told he's in a fuckin , fantasy land bc. Shock. But i feel like that sensation would be better conveyed through different phrasing but OFC idek wtf else he says bc the movie isn't out yet so 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️!!!!!

#my brainrot #bowuigi

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mentallystable982 · 4 days

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Who tf am i, honestly idek anymore that isn’t good is it? Fuck.

Like I js have so many personalities with so many pple and I’ve js lost like the original me like they don’t exist anymore it’s js the mess of everything else now. I have a specific personality for each of my friends in my ‘friendship group’ and a different one for my bf, I have separate ones for each member of my family excluding my parents but I see those two as one anyway. I mean I have a different one for pple I meet on tumblr and tumblr in general rly like is that the real me?? Who am I wtf I’m such a self obsessed asshole. And like it’s not js how I act it’s how I think or what I say in my head. Idek if that’s normal. And I mean also a different one for texting each of my friends. Who am I. Ffs I’m so stupid this doesn’t make any sense, I js idk who I can rly be me around and now I think I’ve lost her forever. I’m sry I’m fine idek if this is normal or not I js hate all these pple I pretend to be I wish I could js be me? Sry that’s so dramatic.

Nobody has to respond

#depressing shit #vent post #vent #I’m fine #idk who I am #dw

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valeskafics · 8 months

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So I've been seeing a lot of people talk about their insecurities and I just want to point out how some of them are so gorgeous (I may not have any of these but if my partner did I would fucking cling to this mf)

Tooth gaps: they seem so classy and elegant to me

Big noses: First of all. Fucking attractive oh my god mrreoewwerrrrr but also just fucking radiate elegance, remind me of Greek gods so fucking pretty oh my goddddddd

Stretch marks/scars /and in General any kind of scar:they tell stories about you, would deffo trace them all the time, so pretty because no one else has the exact same one as others.

Small boobs/flat chest(I do have small boobs but I only like them on others, self destructive behavior babes 🤞🥰) : so adorable oh my god you could lay your head down and listen to the heart beat, Could take the whole thing into your hand

Big boobs:Play doh who???? No but so squishy, good pillows, good bear hugs, literally PERFECT for blowing raspberries

Love handles: the name says it all tf grab grab hoe

Hip dips: so so so so so so prettyyy makes you look kinda athletic idk

V-lines on women: look at my fucking User bro.

Belly fat /thigh fat: also play doh who

Slim thighs: So so so so cute oh my god makes you look small and petite idk 😋

"Bad" Side profile(stfu that's only your own opinion) : I struggle with my confidence about my side profile, idrk if it's normal or not BUT hunny it's okay to not look like a model most models are so intimidating to me I don't like that sorry boo 😭

No curves/not being voluptuous:literally look at 2000s bikini magazines everybody used to look like this and it's hot so stfu

Small ass: baby I have that too and I love mine, cute really fucking cute

Not being 36-24-36: looks like shein Photoshop when it's not proportional to the rest of your body , I love having a rather petite body build

Being tall: Mreowrrwweew, so fucking attractive

I am 5'6(168cm) and I have a rather long neck but the rest of my body is slim my thighs, ass, and boobs are fucking play doh like idek how but it is and I used to be "the long one" In school because I was taller than everyone else and it hurt me, damaged my self worth and my body image but I learned that it does not fucking matter.

YOU ARE YOU And you are PERFECT

And I wouldn't change a thing about you.

My father once told me that he'd disown and beat me up if I would ever get any work done on my nose

He loves giving passive aggressive compliments idk it's in his genes I guess but I intend on not taking any of his compliments for granted I love him, he loves me

And someone will love you just as much as I love DILFS <3

BESTIE THIS IS SUCH A SWEET MESSAGE AND I THINK SO MANY OF US NEEDED THIS TODAY 💕

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stitchkiss · 11 months

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tell me a story about u

bestie you know more of my stories than anyone and you still want more?? i can’t believe you aren’t sick of them yet lmaoo. i’ll tell you a few from that liam-esque list i sent you a while back.

GATHER ROUND KIDS!! STORYTIME!!

story 1: idek when this was probably when i was like 13 but anyway we were gardening n shit and i was by all the tools takin a break bc i planted like 20 zucchini seeds (bad idea in hindsight all we ate that summer was zucchini) and i was tired. so i look down and there’s a garden hoe next to me and i’m getting flashbacks to my childhood when i watched tom and jerry obsessively and i think “huh. i wonder what would happen if i stepped on it” guess what happened. smacked me right in the face the second i stepped on it. blood went everywhere. face, clothes, tools, soil. brother is laughing. sister rushing for towels. mom making sure my nose wasn’t broken. dad wishing i was never born. my face messy with tears n blood n sweat. i consider this a win bc not only did i get to live out a childhood fantasy but i didn’t have to garden for the rest of the day!

story 2: i am. dumb. and impulsive. and i think movie magic applies to me. all this, but i’m 9 years old. we had just moved and a perk was that a golf cart came w the house. so when, for reasons i can’t remember, there was a dirt hill in my backyard i knew EXACTLY what to do with it bc i had just watched wreck it ralph AND played a mario kart tournament the night before so i know a ramp when i see one. see where im going w this? when i saw the dirt hill i got on the golf cart and fuckin floored it. the thing is, i didn’t know that the dirt wasn’t packed in, so it was too soft for the tires. i did not make it over. the cart tipped over and i fell out. it almost crushed me. the funniest part ab this is when my mom came over to check on me she was like “i saw you speed off and i KNEW what you were doing” i wasn’t allowed to try it again.

3. i had a goldfish named herbert. i won him at a festival when i was like 12 and he came in a plastic baggie like from finding nemo. so i brought him home and i quickly realized i had no place to put him bc he was my first (and only) fish. so i threw out these flowers my mom had in this really big vase and i put him in it instead. during this time i didnt have a phone bc i accidentally broke it a few days before when i was jump roping and had it in my pocket and it flew out. SO i didn’t know what to feed herbert bc no google and neither did anyone else and they didn’t want to help me raise my new son so i had to figure this out by myself. do you know what i fed him instead of fish food? ritz crackers. how tf was i supposed to know the salt from the crackers would kill him. the concept of “freshwater fish” eluded me at the time. i woke up the next day and he was floating at the top of the vase. but the worst part of this story? i was preparing a small, intimate funeral for herbert bc he deserved nothing less and i took him out of the vase and put him on a plate. then i left for like 5 minutes to make sure my brother and sister were going to be in attendance and to throw some rose petals in the toilet bc if i was gonna flush him it might as well be beautiful. but. when i went back to the kitchen to get herbert, my cat was eating him.

4. last story! my cousins and i are really close and we do this thing when all of us are available and we call it a version of guy’s grocery games based on who the judge is that night (we replace the g with our initial) where we each make food but change it up in a creative way. this time was pizza. i teamed up w one of my cousins and we decided to make a pizza based off the fast food chain raising canes. so we go to canes and order a bunch of chicken and fries and bread and we even got a cup full of canes sauce for $5 and we also bought a premade pizza dough. the pizza was DIVINE and i’d eat it again but be warned you need pepto bismal on hand if you eat it bc it’ll rly fuck up ur insides. but, even tho it was the best invention ever, we didn’t fucking win. what did we lose to, you ask? a ramen pizza. my brother and his gf made it w the recipe I SENT HIM!! but the thing is, this recipe called for soy sauce and my cousin is allergic to soy. my brother asked me for his allergy list in preparation and i forgot to put it on there. so my cousin was ab to take a bite when my brain connected the very very important dots and i smacked it out of his hand.

hope u enjoyed all that!!

#love u<333 thanks for the ask!#you guys can rb it’s fine #ask #stitchkiss

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eirxair · 2 months

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OMAM opinions 😱😱 (from a mouse🤩🤩)

with spoilers!!!!! be warned

i love robbie burns and i love the shoutout in the books title

slim is boring i cant even lie to yous, hes morally a decent character hes just boring, got nothing really going for him compared to everyone else

Steinbecks descriptions are actually class lads, mwah

i hate lennie with a burning passion, dont care if he's got a disability, doesnt mean he gets to murder a woman and a puppy, dont care if he didnt mean to, bro still murdered someone, ALSO HE THREW A PUPPY

curley's wife is a victim but she's also a victimiser, what she said in chapter 4 was pure evil.

george and curley are very similar

curley is literally a chiauaua with agression issues

if you blame curley's wife for her own death youre so weird

i am never forgetting the quote 'flopped like a fish'

candy is pitiable but also dont scream at a corpse? tf?? like i get ur upset but also please stop screaming at dead people

anyone who says that Crooks is not a victim bc he was mean to lennie, you're also weird, very weird actually

idek why carlson is there atp like ik the symbolism in the last line and all but he just irks me a wee bit

#i had to read it for school and i have opinions on it #i also hate learning quotes off #dont do gcses you will regret it #of mice and men #literature #english literature #omam #crooks #lennie small #john steinbeck

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plainemmanem · 2 years

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okay i feel like kurt is one of those gross boys and gets pity sex from hot girls. idek if u can call it that but hear me out:

theres a hug party and bobbys house. obviously ur one of the cute girls there. maybe ur a friend of a friend and u just made it out there for a fun night. and like ur friends are like “i’ll give you $20 if you hook up with that guy over there”. seems like an easy enough way to get $20 and u haven’t had fun with someone else in a while

so u go flirt it up with kurt. sneak away to some random room. its surprisingly good sex so u let him have ur number before u leave and he is DROOLING and you happily take ur prize money

yeah:/

you really don’t know anyone there besides fuckinh bobby and the friend who brought you, and you and your friend are just kind of surveying the room, because you both were teasing about how you guys really need to go home with someone tonight. and you’re taking a look at the guys and there’s fucking kurt, in the corner with his camera being a little freak, and you’re friends like “how much to fuck him” and you’re like “him? you want me to fuck the creep in the corner with the camcorder…. 50 bucks.” and she thinks about it for a second, watches kurt make a failed attempt at conversation with the guy next to him, and smiles at you like “deal”

so you go over to him and you’re pulling out all the stops, hand on the arm, giggling into his ear, asking him all kinds of questions. and he really thinks you’re digging it, he REALLY thinks you want him because he’s fucking clueless, and you lean into his ear and whisper a little “do you wanna go somewhere?” and he’s like “uh. uh yeah yeah sure we can like, go somewhere, if you want” and you drag him to the nearest empty bedroom and you’re immediately on him, before he’s even closed the door. and he’s just completely baffled, has no idea how to react, and you’re unbuckling his pants and he’s like “woah woah woah, uh, what do y’think you’re doing heh” and you’re like “kurt i want you to fuck me. is that not clear or?” and he’s like “wh- uh. o-ok.” and he sets the camcorder on the dresser facing you guys obviously, still recording and you help him shimmy out of his pants and pull of his shirt and you take off your pants and your top. and then you position yourself so you’re straddling him as he’s sitting against the headboard, and you’re like “kay take my bra off” and he’s like “u-uh ok.” and he’s fumbling with the clasp and he has absolutely no idea what he’s doing, and eventually you’re just like “fucking— ok just stop i’ll do it” and unclasp it yourself, and his eyes just go so wide when he sees your chest and he’s like “… c-can i touch you or?” and you grab his hands and put them on your tits and he literally is completely still like cmon man do something. and then you’re pulling his boxers down just enough so his dick can spring free, and your moving your panties to the side and you give him a look like “you ready?” and he’s like “s-sure yeah” and then you sink into him and it looks like he’s gonna pass tf out. and he’s whimpering and groaning from the feel and you start moving and he’s like “wait wait wait, just, gimme a second” and you have to give him a fucking break so he doesn’t cum right then and there. and then finally he gives you the ok to move, and you’re grinding into him and he won’t shut the fuck up. keeps babbling little “oh god’s” and “thank you’s” and “oh man’s” …. and you look over and see the camera and you’re like “is that thing fucking recording ??” and he’s like “wha- n- no no no way, it’s off” and you can clearly tell it’s still on but just the idea that he wants to film it is turning you on like crazy brrrrrrrrrrrr

#i had to stop myself.#things are getting graphic.

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ryttu3k · 7 months

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These posts keep getting longer. A dream, and accessing and exploring Wyrm's Crossing.

Tae meets up with the Emperor again. This time, not even intentionally - their mind had been wandering. They're melancholy, thinking of their lost... lover? Friend? Still unsure, but she certainly seemed important to them.

Tae is still wary because of the whole... you know maybe you should have mentioned you're a mind flayer thing, but still sympathetic, because even if they're a mind flayer, they're still hurting.

Back in Rivington, Halsin is pretty displeased with what he's seen of modern society. To turn away people in need is, in his mind, something that needs harsh judgement. They've been able to help Yenna, but she's just one kid...

Tried to enter Wyrm's Crossing. It... doesn't go well.

*...quietly reloads*

Let's try a different approach! Sneaking down a path that runs alongside the crossing reveals a few things - some smuggling parties coming into conflict:

tf you call me

A cave entrance that connects to the ones earlier, where we go pick up one (1) clown torso...

And another cave, revealing some old friends!

Well, one old friend (hi, Barcus!) and one old shitheel (hi, Wulbren!).

The urge to punt Wulbren into the Chionthar is still nigh overwhelming.

Anyway we take the bomb. Not necessarily to use on the Gondians, who are probably as much victims as anyone else, but it might be useful on, idek, Orin or someone. We promise Barcus to talk to the Gondians first, at least warn them long enough to get out of the foundry!

Approaching the crossing from beneath, Wyll is deeply upset at the current state of his city.

Into Wyrm's Crossing, then! The first stop is the flophouse, somewhere Astarion knows well: "I found so many victims for Cazador here. They're the kind of people no one would ever miss."

It's a pretty miserable place. Two major points of interest here - a hidden room, accessible by the flowery key, containing a body and a list of victims, including the priest at the Ilmater temple. Key evidence - it was not a refugee, but a Bhaalist plot. (Jaheira in the background going "ahh shit here we go again" presumably.)

And, downstairs, an unpleasant but necessary reunion for Astarion.

Get sunburnt idiot.

To save Petras getting turned into a crisp, Dalyria reveals that Cazador is planning on doing the ritual in a hidden chapel under the palace proper. Astarion tells his siblings he is going to kill Cazador.

That said, he's still. Kind of a walking red flag. Tae gives an Ultimate Non-Answer and they go on their merry way, albeit with the knowledge of where the ritual will be under their belts.

Whew. That's gonna be a Persuasion roll and a half, to come XD;;

Next stop: Sharess's Caress. We have a couple of meetings here! First, though, a celebrity:

Mamzell Amira says... uncomfy things. "Another drow for my feasting eyes. In darkness bred, yet no less delicious for it. Elegant, decadent, and oh-so-dangerous."

Tae just standing there like, "...I'm from the surface, I'm a druid who's usually covered in dirt, my favourite pastime is having conversations with cute furry animals, and also my girlfriend is standing right there? (You know, the one with the giant battle axe?)"

Anyway. Tae reports the body found in the flophouse - one of the workers here. Mamzell Amira is shocked and appalled at one of her workers being killed! ...she earned so much money. Pensive emoji. I'm getting the feeling that this part of Baldur's Gate is a bit. Rough at times.

On to our next meeting - Valeria, the investigator. Tae presents their evidence, gets brushed off, gives Valeria a Look, and finally gets instructions to talk to Devella in the Elfsong Tavern in the Lower City.

A cute exchange as we... get lost:

Karlach: "Wouldn't mind a dancing axe of my own." Gale: "A simple movement charm wouldn't be too hard to apply to such an object. I could conjure one up for you if you like?" Karlach: "Yes! I like!" Gale: "Very well, then! Once the city is saved, Karlach's Kinetic Cleaver will be first on my list."

Somehow completely failing to find the stairs going up, we end up at the Harper safehouse instead. Downstairs is a rather nervous - read: fucking terrified - young Harper, giving Jaheira a weirdly formal greeting involving some kind of code word. Jaheira catches on, and notes to Tae that one of the other Harpers reminds her of their old friend Marcus. You know, the Absolutist who tried to abduct Isobel?

Yeah, aside from Geraldus, the young Harper, they're all doppelgangers. Time to fight!

At the end, Geraldus explains what happened - they were following up on Jaheira's orders to investigate the cult (and some other matters), only to be investigated - and infiltrated - in turn. The doppelgangers kill the rest of the Harpers, aside from Geraldus, and order him to report to Jaheira, leading her into a trap. Thankfully, at this point, she has the rest of the squad - otherwise, it might have ended poorly.

Jaheira isn't pleased about Geraldus not fighting back, and questions his place in the Harpers, but Tae convinces her to go easy on the poor kid.

She concedes.

Jaheira thanks him, then explains to the others what the other search mission was for - finding an old friend. Karlach has a Category 5 Fangirl Moment.

Jaheira explains that they parted under duress. Tracking down what was becoming the Cult of the Absolute, Minsc had charged in alone. Jaheira had to make a choice - leave him to his fate and escape, or go in after him, and risk all knowledge of the cult dying with them. She chose the former, returning to the Harpers and having them start working against the cult, and now she seeks to find what happened to Minsc.

Finally we make our way upstairs in Sharess's Caress! I did the plot-relevant bit first and the other bits after, but will switch that around here.

Broke into a room, interrupted a Moment. Said Moment got significantly more Interrupted when the client turned into a mind flayer. Fight!

...Alas, turns out the worker was into that kind of shit. Whoops.

You know what good on you Naoise may you have many consensual monsterfucker experiences.

Next room: tragically, Gale has no comments on it being called 'Elminster's Library'. We steal a large quantity of presumably lewd books.

It's the third room which has our next point of interest! Here, we meet up with Voss, and the person he thinks might be able to help free Orpheus...

Oh. It's you. Dammit.

He temporarily blocks the connection between Tae and the Emperor, so they can speak freely, and explains the deal he's proposing. He'll give the group a way to destroy the Elder Brain, via freeing Orpheus from his prison, using a weapon called the Orphic Hammer. All he wants is a teeny tiny little loot drop nbd - he wants the Crown of Karsus, the super-powered artefact that the Chosen are using to control the Elder Brain. All he wants to do is rule the Nine Hells as Archdevil Supreme! Every place has to have a leader, right? :)

This seems like a Really Bad Idea. On the one hand, agree to the deal, get the ability to immediately free Orpheus, who hates the Elder Brain more than he hates a few people infected with tadpoles. He'll be pissed off, but he'll still protect the Brainworm Squad from ceremorphosis as he goes up against the Elder Brain itself. In return, Raphael becomes the leader of the Nine Hells.

Or, keep trusting the Emperor to keep Orpheus imprisoned, get the Netherstones from Orin and Gortash, and, presumably, get the Crown at the end.

Tae refuses the deal, and Raphael says he'll stick around in case they change their mind. Outside, Lae'zel is pretty pissed off at Tae refusing the chance to free Orpheus, but proposes a third option - break into the House of Hope in the Hells and steal the hammer. Sounds like a plan!

Gale decides Astarion isn't the only one who can have red flags and gets a little too excited over the idea of the Crown. But first, they need to check out a book collection and tbh, a bit relatable.

The Emperor, with the connection restored, gets back in contact. Tae begrudgingly explains that it was Raphael blocking them, and that he wants the crown. When they ask what Raphael was offering, though -

(Okay I am running out of images. Have a transcript instead!)

Emperor: "I thought I'd lost you. Something was blocking me from hearing your thoughts." Tae: "It was Raphael." Emperor: "Raphael? Well - thank you for your honesty. Of course. I should have known the devil would come sniffing. The stench of impending chaos is irresistable to them. And what did he want with you?" Tae: "He wants the Crown that's on the brain." Emperor: "Giving a devil what he wants sounds like a brilliant idea. And what did he offer you in return for bringing it to him?" Tae: "Does it matter? I said no." Emperor: "I'm glad you had the sense to turn him down. But it certainly does matter. Anything that threatens our alliance, threatens our chance of destroying the Elder Brain. So I ask again - what were the terms of the deal he offered you?" Tae: "That's between me and the devil." Emperor: "I see." You feel the touch of the Emperor's mind peeling at the edges of yours, trying to gain access. Tae: "You're the one who's always talking about trust. If you trust me, you'll stop this right now." Emperor: "That is… a fair request." You feel its presence withdrawing from the fringes of your awareness. Emperor: "I shall respect our privacy on this occasion. But know that if you have jeopardised our mutual project, I will be forced to reconsider our alliance. Now come - we have an elder brain to destroy."

Yeah that could be awkward. On to meet up with Voss again, who really, really hopes we took the deal. Tae says they didn't, but they're still going to find a way to get the Hammer and free Orpheus. He'll be hiding out in the Underground in the mean time. Which is probably a good thing because dude looks rough.

Back to camp, briefly, to recoup and recover. And oh, Halsin wants to talk! That's nice, he's a good sort and - ah.

Tae's just, ".........Is this a bad time to mention I see you as a grandfatherly figure?"

Why is that third option so mean. Anyway, he still cherishes his friendship with Tae, and they do with his. Friendship is great!! Don't downgrade friendship!!

So, awkwardness aside, our tasks, at this point:

Attend Gortash's coronation and really ruin his day.

Track down Orin via the Bhaalist murder investigation (next step: talk to Devella at the Elfsong Tavern).

Destroy the Steel Watch foundry.

Find Minsc.

Kill Cazador.

Rescue Shadowheart's parents.

Break into Raphael's place in the Hells and steal the hammer.

nbd!!

#ry plays bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers

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cemeteryrocks900 · 2 years

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1am still can’t sleep

Here are things preoccupying my mind

Tw ed thoughts

My goal was to just not look healthy anymore, to look like these girls in “recovery” with the “Ana” face with the super sunken in cheeks and the smile lines when they do anything, to have nothing but bone, to still be able to workout and be able to handle it with my heart

My goal was NOT to have a bad heart, I was not told that my heart would keep weakening, my goal was NOT to not be able to breathe with anything I ever do, my goal was NOT to have my health deteriorate

I just wanted to be extremely small, the ed in me is so fucking competitive and I wanted to get “worse” but my body can’t fucking handle it, it can’t even fucking handle being 4-5 pounds under diagnosis weight (steryotypical gets diagnosed if you’re under 103 blah blah yk what I mean-I was diagnosed at a different weight but I mean the “general”) my body can’t even fucking handle being at a low weight bc my heart just decides it wants to be the first thing to get worse

My goals are so fucked up and ik people will be like “you don’t wanna look like that” you’re right, but idk what the fuck I wanna look like, I just want to be valid-and apparently to be valid you have to look like you’re on the brink of death to be taken seriously, but I can’t get to that point bc my heart can’t take it, and that’s what I’m most worried about, everything else is fine but my DAMN HEART

I hate myself for not being able to be like these other people, these other girls, who are extremely underweight, I hate myself for not being able to fast for days, but reality is-my body just can’t fucking handle it, it’s not that I “can’t commit to an ed” whatever tf that means, i just have the priority of wanting to live, wanting to graduate, wanting to have my own house and a family and be married and have doggies and kitties, and I can’t do that when I’m dying

But I can’t recover on my own, so I’m order for my parents to fucking notice does that mean I HAVE to get to that point??? To the point where I’m extremely sick-sicker than I already am?? I feel like I don’t have a choice. They’ll never see I’m getting worse again unless I get to looking like all the other dangerously emaciated girls and people

If you’ve read this far can someone please give me an idea on how to talk to unsupportive parents and get them to listen? My counselor is supposed to do a collateral with them soon or at least make an appointment so should I wait till then?

Idk I’m so anxious I can’t sleep, my head is racing

Do I really have to get worse just so people can notice? I feel like I look to healthy, and I want your guys’s opinions if I “look too healthy” but 1)everyone has a different perception 2)that’s triggering 3)I hate myself and don’t want anyone to look at me 4)the internet is scary

God why can’t I sleep- I don’t deserve breakfast now after the skittles, idek if we were even going in the first place but still it’s in my head

I’m scared

I can’t

I’m so anxious

Why is my head like this.

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jeonqkooks · 2 years

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not to be that bitch but :/

i can’t believe i’m ranting again. it’s probably bc i got my period this morning and my back hurts and my stomach hurts and i want to cry and die and i feel like i have no strength to carry on at all and it’s just a pile of shit at this point.

it’s now less than 2 weeks away from my thesis deadline and i genuinely want everything to just fucking stop so i can breathe for a goddamn second or else i’m gonna burst bc everything is so tiring and you’re probably tired of me making this my entire personality for the past couple of weeks but i am honestly so exhausted and unwell physically and mentally, it feels like i’m gonna snap any second now. i’ve never felt this much stress in my entire life like everything is just looming over me like a black cloud following me wherever i go and it feels like no one gets it and i’m just- idek anymore

god the weight that’s just sitting on my chest is so suffocating and overwhelming and how am i supposed to do this when there’s so much shit happening. i woke up this morning to the news of roe v. wade possibly being overturned and i’ve been wanting to cry ever since but i can’t bc it’s gonna drain me of whatever energy i have left for this thesis and so i’ve just been holding it in which is equally as draining. literally brought up the issue of extending my studies by a few months so i can have more time w the thesis and not want to die and my family already yelled at me and told me to just get it tf over with lol as if i don’t want to just be done w everything. i wasn’t gonna extend anyway since there’s only 13 freaking days left i’m just gonna somehow suck it up and soldier on but haha they could’ve asked me why or if i’m stressed or whatever but i guess not lmao okay

i can’t believe my friend had to (jokingly but not really) tell me yesterday that she hopes i don’t k word myself before my deadline bc it looks like i was gathering a lot of willpower not to do that and honestly that’s never been more true than rn lol :///

to anyone who’s actually reading this, sorry if i’m annoying with all the lol’s and lmao’s that’s just my coping mechanism lol i need to schedule a good cry in the middle of the night or else i will honestly combust

#god let me breathe #jen rambles

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