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sstvrnioloo · 4 months

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After Party | Pt. 2 | ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* | Chris Sturniolo

warnings: swearing, alcohol, mentions of drugs, and smut.

if you don't like smut, find smth else to do.

she/her pronouns will be used!!

pink = y/n

green = lia

blue = matt

orange = chris

purple = nick

Word Count: 710

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**NOT PROOFREAD**

b/n: sorry if this sucks ass, first fanfic ive ever written.

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"Yes the fuck we are."

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The time reads 10:52pm. My hair is done, makeup is too, and my dress is on.

To Lia:

you otw??

read 10:53pm

From Lia:

yes im coming down ur block rn

read 10:53pm

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I see Lia's car, plan is in action. First, I take off my heels and I place them in my hand, I open my window, I breathe out. I'm ready. I've got this.

I've climbed down my tree and I'm walking over to Lia's car, on the way over I start putting back on my heels.

"Plan success!"

"Yesss thanks so much Lia"

"Anything for you girl"

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We arrive at Noah's house a couple minutes late but people were still walking through much later anyway. The beer pong, bottles upon bottles of alcohol, and people sucking eachother's faces off; typical house party. But in the corner of the living room I see people that I never thought I'd see ever again. The. Fucking. Sturniolos.

I saw him and his brothers talking to somebody. Lia went to go talk to somebody who she thought was cute or some shit. And so I was now left alone.

Well I'd atleast want to be drunk so I won't remember any of the fucking feelings and emotions or regret shit. I grab a half-empty bottle of beer and down it, it plunges down my throat and it feels freshening.

We used to live in the same neighborhood when we were little. I was closer with Matt and Nick, but never with Chris; in fact we were always arguing, fighting; we hated eachother. I was extremely sad when they moved away, emotions mostly for Matt and Nick though. I cried for days on-end, not wanting to go to school without them.

When I caught eye contact with Nick it was like getting the top item on your Christmas list. The way his face lit up was like seeing him as a little kid again, and his smile deserved everything in the world. I went over to him hugging him tight and even letting a silent tear fall out of happiness.

"Oh my god y/n! How are you?"

"I'm doing fine, how about you?"

"I'm good, but it's been so long."

"You know, when you guys moved away I cried on-end. I never wanted to go to school without you guys."

"Me neither, I begged my mom and dad not to go anywhere."

As soon as Matt noticed that Nick was gone and looked over his face also lit up with joy, just like when he was little. I also hugged him tight.

"Y/n! How are you it's like I thought I'd never see you again"

"I'm doing great Matt, what about you?"

"You know I've doing great, after we moved away I gave my parents the silent treatment for days."

"Ha, guess we all didn't like your parents after that."

"Guessing not."

Chris walked over to us and shot me a look. Forget him and his attitude y/n. I thought to myself.

"Long time no-see Chris."

"Yeah whatever."

"Okay don't be a asshole Chris."

"It's literally been almost 10 years Chris and you still can't greet her correctly or nicely?"

"Guys it's fine. Just let him be."

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We talked for a good while and I introduced Lia to them, they seemed to be fond of eachother.

At this point I was extremely drunk and I couldn't remember a single thing. But I last thing remember was drinking bottles of alcohol.

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I woke up in a bed that wasn't mine. Was I in some random guy's bed? Or did I have sex with somebody I didn't know.

Well atleast I didn't remember anything. Right?

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a/n: just ask to be on the taglist!! and my reqs are always open!

@lovingmattysposts

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #triplets #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #christopher sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #chris x reader #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo fanfic #christopher sturniolo fanfiction #stvrnioloo

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intertexts · 2 months

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OK OK SINCE U ARE PRETTY FAR INTO PD NOW. I NEED TO ASK. DO U HAVE A FAVORITE CHARACTER. do u have a favorite moment. whos backstory are u the most interested in seeing. what are u excited to learn about the world . I AM PUTTING UR BRAIN UNDER A MICROSCOPE AND DISSECTING IT IVE GOTTA KNOW. what villains are u most afraid of. write me an essay on ur feelings about mark winters. etc etc etc etc WHATEVER U WANNA TALK ABT RN im standing in the middle of a field like a scarecrow and just SCREAMING at the sky

OHHHHHH MAN DUDE LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO CHOOSE A FAVORITE OF ANYONE. FUCKK. GOD.

ok putting all of this under a cut because its so fucking long???

ok ok ok. lets see. they r all so so so good it's impossible 2 choose but also iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii really fucking like dakota dude..... i like him so much. so much. i will admit. i am a massive fucking fan of a character who stays silly. massive fucking fan of the emotional king dedede hammer that comes down when the silly guy drops the silliness. i love it when characters literally r incapable of processing their emotions. gebuinely i don't know what he put in that guy but it is cartoonish the way my neurons light up at him its not quite akechi from p5 levels of FUCKKK YEAH THIS GUY MY FUCKED UP LITTLE GUY!! but it is Getting Close!!!

whose backstory.... fuck. okay. Most interested in wiwi's backstory. of course. i AM really interested in vyncent's whole deal but i feel like his fucked up knife that possesses him (?????????) is slightly more of a specific thing than backstory. and i DO wanna know howww the jrpg protag isekai'd here but also like. consider... wiwi. also i wanna know if im right & ashe/ashes fucked up demon grimoire r responsible for his mom's death. ALSO I WANNA KNOW WHY MARK'S A LIZARD GUY.

FAVORITE MOMENTS SO FAR.... i LOVED the spirit world shit it was all so cinematic it was so lovely. usually im dogshit at like, visualizing descriptions in my head? but all of that was very much oh, yeah for sure, ive seen this cartoon! i know whats happening! that whole episode went hard as fuck. can't believe we got vyncent with a gun ashe going holy shit why am i fucking doing this imgonnadie william having a horrifying crisis over eating a fucking soul & dakota getting murked in one episode. & mal is just. on just. such a different level such a different world from Anything else they've experienced. its so good.

also i still really love the winding-down end of that amalgam island ep (5?) where they r exhausted & coming off so many huge emotions & stress & stuff & tide arrives.... that's really the scene that fucking hooked me i think. going ohhh yeah theyre just fucking kids and everyone at this table Knows theyre kids in a world where people will just fucking kill you. like,, yeah, it WOULD be fucked up if you were seventeen and ran into an island full of horrifying human and animal experimentation & abuse!! and theyre not playing it as a motw adventure where its just sillygoofy? ok. ok!! maybe these guys know where theyre taking it. like i can count on one hand maybe the amount of times ive been like "yeah im sure whatever the creators do will be good they've always done good & thoughtful work. i don't have to continually be delegating brain space to how im dissatisfied with this story." so i guess. i just like the show a lot!!

what am i most interested in about the world... ohhh man i love cape worldbuilding it's maybe like one of my favorite things. so i guess i'm interested in All of It?? in an overall probably-wont-be-answered-because-its-not-that-genre way i'd love 2 know what religion looks like in a world where JESUS IS A TRADEMARKED SUPERHERO & kids can come back from the dead. id love 2 know more ab the dynamic btwn politics & the cape world here thats always interesting? i really enjoy the approach they took 2 the kid heroes in the beginning, as in: these guys are literally still students they are not Supposed to be doing big hero shit. theyre not supposed to be doing teen titans or x-men shit & it is in fact a massive massive fuckup on their guardian's part when they Are in those positions. i'm a big fan of that i like it a lot more than the alternative. (unless yr like in a world like parahumans where there Is a narrative & in-universe reason why child & teen cape teams exist)

what villains am i most afraid of....... ok i kind of feel like being afraid of mal is like, being afraid of hurricanes or something. like sure i can be nervous about him but i can't fucking do anything if he's coming this way. so it's better i think to not think about it until it comes up & then pray. so i guess i AM really concerned about the overlord stuff. i dont know where it's gonna go but i know it'll be nowhere good & i know it'll end up getting people hurt. so.!!!!!!

#ahhghghgbhhgghhh. ok. ok this is it for now i think believe me i COULD write a whole essay on mark winters & my feelings on the Winters #Family Shit. maybe i will do that later today actually. god. really good show i havent felt normal since i started it!!!#pd lb #mac tag!

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thesimulacrasimp · 4 months

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So yeah, here we go again! I just watched 3rd n 4th eps of hazbin hotel so, again, my thoghts abt it. Idk if i really need to put spoilers warning anymore, but ig ill do it just in case. As with previous post there will be some screenshots.

HAZBIN HOTEL EP 3-4 SPOILERS WARNING!

So tbh i dont have much to say about 3rd ep. Overall it was a really cute ep where everyone kinda got along. Also we met alot of new overlords (that one giant wolf girl was cool as hell) n got a few bop songs. I really like all new voices we got here. Also Velvette was killin in this ep, like slay queen!! Also i didnt know this girl (idk her name srry) was Carmillas (idk if spelled the name correctly--) daughter, that really suprised me.

Ok 4th ep... I have alot to say about it. First of all when that Angels moive started i was like: WTH S GOIN ON WHAT????? Then i thoght that its Angels dream (or nightmare-) n that wolf guy was representation of Valentino. N then when its all started i was like: Oh. I get it.

Speaking about Val, when all that fire started n he opened his wings, that was FUCKING BEAUTIFUL N I REALLY DIDNT EXPECT HIM TO HAVE ACTUAL WINGS, I WAS LIKE: :O I FOR REAL ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT WAS JUST A FUR COAT--- ok n thats literally the only good i can say about Val by now.

That one awful scene with Val n Angel was literally so scary... Ive never been in SA, ive never had such "experience" (and thank GOD for that), but i know that feeling of fear when you just in trap and you cant do anything, i know how that feels to be abused, when you just hiding in corner feeling so fucking scared that you gonna get beated up n yelled again, you KNOW that will happen and you just wait for it in terrify, you literally feel yourself like a little child who cant do anything, you want to share your problems to someone, just wanna cry to someone, but you cant and you need to pretend that everything is okay. I was so scared for Angel in that scene and i really felt it. And the way Angel tried to make Charlie leave before that all happened.. Yes, he definetly knew whats gonna happen n thats so scary...

Anyway OMG VOX HIIII!!!!!! :DDDD

BTW THE FACT THAT HES HOLDING VALS HAND LIKE HE WAS ABOUT TO KISS IT----- THIS SHIP IS TAKING OVER MY BRAIN PLS SEND HELP

Yeah, yknow what really strange thing about all that? Is the fact that Val s obviously a horrible person consindering all the things he done to Angel, but he is still an ENJOYABLE CHARACTER. Like- ofc that awful abusive scene was not enjoyable at all, but for some reason i just cant hate him!! I TRY BUT I JUST CANT N THATS SO WEIRD. probably its because i know its not a real person, its just a character but still-

Also (someone pls count how many times i used this word-) i really didnt expect to see an ACTUAL SEX SCENES IN THE SONG. Ig i shouldve expect it n i kinda did, but i still didnt-

Also this little scene made me fucking cry, for real. But not the fact that Angel crying made me cry, but his line: "If i end up broken, I wont be his favourite toy anymore. And maybe he'll let me go.."

I dont know why this exact line made me cry, but it did and i think this is awesome, because they really made me care for Angel, even tho, again, ive never experienced such feelings so i cant relate to that, but i still feel so bad for him.

Ok can we talk about that Husk was AN OVERLORD??? I WAS LIKE: WHAAAAATT????

And OF COURSE that one Husk n Angels song. You already know how i feel about it so im not even gonna talk bout it! SIKE‼️I WILL!!!!! THIS SONG IS SO FRICKIN CUTE, THE FACT THAT HUSK STARTED TO JOKINGLY (or maybe not jokingly-) SAYING THAT ANGEL IS A LOSER TO BRIGHT HIM UP IS ACTUALLY SO SMART! THEYRE BOTH SO CUTE TOGETHER SINGING AND HOLDING HANDS FOR A LITTLE TOO MUCH!!! AND THIS SONG IS MUSICALLY ALSO SO AMAZING, ITS LITERALLY MY STYLE OF SONGS, MAYBE MY NEW FAV SONG I CANT REALLY TELL RN! And the meaning of this song is really good too. Whatever is happening to you, unless youre not alone, everything is better!

Andddd everything is ended quite good and wholesome! They came to the hotel, Charlie apoligized and everything is good!!

soooo yeah! Thats it i guess! Im pretty sure im gonna edit it if i remember something else i wanted to say, but thats it by now!

My review/thoughts on eps 1-2

My review/thoughts on eps 5-6

My review/thoughts on eps 7-8

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin angel dust #hazbin husk #hazbin charlie #hazbin alastor #Spoilers warning #my post #tw sex abuse

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hella1975 · 10 months

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BOOMSTIE! i saw this last night and was like 'i fully cannot answer rn bc i have SO much to say and my sister will kill me for tapping away at my laptop so much at 1am' lmao. god. where do i start. you are one of my favourite people in this whole stinking world and you're one of if not my actual best friend (and im not someone who believes in having a best friend so that's a lot). you know things about me that no one else in the world knows. you have brought secrets out of me that i kept to torture myself and you held them gently and said im good in spite of it, kind in spite of it. i dont know what you see in me even now but you have so much love inside you and it seems to never run out, even when you think you have nothing left to give you're still kind. you asked me on the roadtrip 'would it be so terrible to be soft? to live softly?' and i said yes not because i believe it but because it scares me. me, who's the loud, stubborn one of our dynamic, the fighter to your calmness, and yet you are indisputably braver than me. you love people. you try try try even if and when it hurts. you dont let them scare you off. you retreat to lick your wounds and come back with love to spare. it's the trying that makes me adore you, because we both know it isnt perfect. sometimes you try and it doesnt work. sometimes you try and it comes out messy. sometimes you try and the very act of trying shuts you down and overwhelms you. but you pick yourself back up regardless. you are just so fucking determined to be out in this world and be out in it as wholly as you possibly can and that's not always possible but you want it anyway, will fight for it anyway. wounded and unsure you will fight for it and you inspire the fuck out of me because i get hurt one (1) time and immediately shut off and pull back, but not you. i know having your heart on your sleeve has got you hurt and you maybe even resent that side of yourself, but i dont. i resent the people that dont treat you nicely, but i'll never resent that part of you. you listen to me. you talk to me. you make me laugh. you put up with me when i isolate for weeks at a time. you're the first person in my life to treat me consistently and unconditionally gently, without anger or expectation, and ive snapped at you countless times because of it, rejected it, pushed you away, sometimes im even mean in response to your gentleness with the direct intention of getting you to give up on me, and despite every fucking thing you've stuck by me regardless. i cant count how many conversations we've had where you've painstakingly got me to open up and halfway through, hell sometimes even mid-sentence, it gets too much for me and i go 'this is stupid im not talking about this anymore' and i wait for you to get frustrated, impatient - all things you're entitled to. but you don't. every single time, you look at me softly and go 'okay, what are you having for lunch today?' and that's just how you are. you can't not do that for people. you can't not love your friends with every inch of you. you don't take half-measures. your biggest battle and most consistent struggle is your abundance of love and the way it hurts you back. i think that says a lot.

#hi guys did u know id kill murder maim for boomstie ☝️ that's my rotten soldier #ask #ask game

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oncominggstorm · 7 months

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Im autistic & adhd. Also have undiagnosed physical health issues which been acting up lately. Really not doing well, need help. Currently in shutdown, include verbal shutdown. And struggling type, forgive grammar plz. Need help & support, but is none. Don’t know what do. Everything feel impossible. Long vent under cut.

Want run away, somewhere no one can find. Somewhere quiet & alone, with internet & tv so can watch comfort shows, play comfort games, etc. But will turn off phone, or get new number, or just block all family except younger sister on everything, or something, idk. Want comfy bed & comfy chairs & good temperature control & good food, and just quiet & solitude. Preferably somewhere out in nature. Let everyone figure out their own shit without me. Can’t do this anymore. ONLY things keeping me from doing are younger sister & lack of money. Mom & twin sister need figure shit out on own, can’t handle anymore. Can’t do.

Dont have a job or any money at all, literally only have $5 (and well over $20k in credit card debt, in collections). Am in autistic burnout & have been for nearly 3 years now. Had quit job in May cuz burnout so bad. But still expected take care of entire family.

Live with dad & twin sister (will call twin). Dad extremely NT & able bodied, dont understand me/twin at all. Knows nothing about autism/adhd & unwilling to learn. Pays bills & does chores so that is helpful, but not willing do any other support. Doesn’t believe in mental health.

Mom & younger sister (will call younger) live with grandma. Younger is 12 yrs younger, i basically raised. Feel almost more like parent than sister. Also is best friend & person i care most about in world, would die for her. Hate seeing her suffer. Twin & younger both also autistic & adhd, and neither have job. Grandma has moderate (bordering on advanced) dementia & need 24/7 supervision & support. Younger currently has busted knee, on crutches & really struggling & lot of pain. Mom refusing to believe is as bad as is, thinks younger is exaggerating, barely helping her. Ive been having drive over nearly daily to help. Mom had multiple strokes 2 years ago, still has both cognitive & physical challenges as result, & just lost job. Mom almost deffo undiagnosed autistic/adhd but refuses to believe. Doesnt believe younger is either (she still undiagnosed, me & twin formal diagnosed recently). Mom never great person, but got much worse after strokes, is mean & bordering on verbally abusive to us (and is DEFFO verbal abusive to grandma). Also has horrible memory & cognitive issues, doesnt understand things correctly, half of what she says doesn’t make sense, makes helping her hard.

Twin sick rn, lots of stomach issue & pain. Found out few months ago has enlarged spleen, but no answer yet, cant see specialist til Dec. Twin also has medical anxiety, so hard to know for sure what is real & what isnt. Every day twin ask me for MULTIPLE favors; get things for her, do things for her, etc. Also get MULTIPLE txts every day complaining about not feeling well, yet she refuse go doctors. Counted once a few days ago: in 11 hour period, asked for 7 favors & texted 13 times about pain.

Even when not sick tho, twin basically never help. Feels like she think I “less disabled” than her, not true. I doing horribly and still have take care everyone else while she sits on couch play video games & ask me to bring her things. No one ever bring ME things. Twin NEVER return favor no matter how bad I do/how well she do. One sided only.

Today twin ask for SO MANY THINGS, CONSTANTLY. Doesnt seem to care that I not doing well either & just CANNOT handle, keeps asking anyway. I tell her how bad am doing & immediately she ask for more favors. Won’t shut up about how sick she is (feeling very “wrong” w/stomach issues, has enlarged spleen but don’t know why yet & is worried that is cause), and says she is NOT OK, and that something is VERY wrong & she is worried she is dying, but also won’t get her ass to ER. Also expect /ME/ take her AND go in with, if decides go. Told her has to ask mom or dad first. Now just won’t go, and instead just keep complain to me about how bad doing & keep asking for help with stuff.

On top of that, am constant worried about all shit mom needs to do: get grandma house in her name so can keep (rn bank gets when grandma dies due to 2nd mortgage or something idk, which will make mom & younger homeless), get grandma car in her name (mom hasnt had own car in like 6+ yrs, just uses gma’s), figure out her unemployment (applied but no check yet cuz needs submit weekly proof of job applications & doesnt know how), get guardianship for grandma (mom never even got power of attorney, and is too late now cuz grandma cant understand to sign, so rn we just stuck cuz grandma not capable make decisions, but legally we cant make for her either), update her resume, get help for grandma, etc. Most of it fall to me. Mom kind of person who just WILL NOT do things, no matter how much help u give (ex: was trying get her accommodations for her job after strokes so wouldnt lose job. Explained process multiple times, both verbally & in writing. Figured out who she needed contact for help & wrote out email for her, ALL she had do was copy & paste & send email. Didnt do it. Now fired cuz couldnt keep up w/out accommodations). Mom also no longer even ask for help, just tells us we are doing. Ex: said to me “I’m going to come over tomorrow so you can help me do my job searches for unemployment.” Just tells me I’m doing it, not even ask. Sick of it. Grandma have dementia, at point where cannot even shower or wash hands, we have no support at all, doing everything ourselves. ADRC says only way to get grandma help is to put lien on her house & sell to pay off when she dies, but mom & younger live with grandma so that would make them homeless once she dies. Says we can’t even get occasional respite care unless give up house, let alone regular in home care.

Just can’t handle anymore. Feel like am being broke into thousand pieces, or crushed by thousand lb weights. Feel stuck. Feel like no choices, no good options, no way out. Want run away. Want take younger & her cat & find cabin in woods somewhere & just go run away from everything/everyone else. But can’t, no money. Feel so stuck. No help. No support. Don’t know what do.

#will probably delete this later but rn feel stuck & DESPERATE for help/ideas/suggestions #vent #autism #adhd #rant

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unlimitedhorsepower · 1 year

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Tagged by: @thevoiceofthanatos

Favorite color: warm bright yellow, mustard yellow & old gold, and just yellow in general. its a good colour. it makes me happy

Currently reading: idk, probably star trek fanfic my friend @rubbertplant was writing to give my opinion on it. i often read through my own stuff too lol, like whoah i wrote that??? ADHD has taken everything from me including my capability to read though, for real. ive been thinking of trying to listen to some audiobooks recently though, this cannot continue... its just that i also have no ears disease so idk how well that would go. determined to try though

Last song you listened to: havent been listening to music so much bc ive been playing videos instead but my last.fm has all my spotify listens so itll stay up to date on whatever i listened to last. currently seems to be “please play-bite” by pinocchioP. i often just let spotify play me whatever it recommends anyhow so theres variance. and i only started this account like a few months ago max so its not really a full picture of my music-listening

Last movie (in theaters): its not really a movie, but if it counts, the first ginga nagareboshi gin stageplay (recorded and released in finland in theaters with subs)

ginga was always huge in finland for some reason. idk. the anime is so violent though that i got really afraid of bears for some reason. theres so much blood... i never read the manga either i just knew of the anime and partook in my share of wolf roleplays (dogs were uncool! so i didnt do dog roleplays. iirc that really was my reason).

heres some funny wolves from my wolf rp days

2010. one of the first things i coloured digitally... i painstakingly cleaned the scanned pencil lineart with a mouse

2011. i had gotten my first drawing tablet as a birthday/xmas gift and practiced a ton around this time (more than just wolves lol)

Last series I watched: trigun stampede. even changed my phone bg into vash... but millions knives is probably my favourite. he just does everything wrong and makes his life worse. and everyone elses life too bc he sucks. but hes multifaceted so hes also my meow meow and whatever. i hope a ford explorer drives over him

if it counts though, ive seen some star trek TOS episodes and movies because my friends have been watching them. im not super into it but its always fun to hang. i also dont watch a lot of stuff. i dont even know what i do. guy who doesnt read or watch things but listens to jerma videos on youtube without actually looking at them while i “draw” and “write”

Craving: food honestly. i should cook something lmfao. i also want soda so bad but i dont have any. id make some tea but its disgustingly warm in my house so i only want cool drinks. could kill for a nice milkshake or a smoothie rn i think

Tea or coffee: tea... im the only finnish person who doesnt drink coffee for real. also got really into loose leaf tea bc i befriended a chinese lady who is really into tea and has a tea shop in the city near where i live

Currently working on: drawing this and trying to think how i want to do it. somehow want to incorporate flat colours and maybe shade his body naturally, and make the blood look realistic instead of flat colours... hmm not sure yet what i want to do

other than that im trying to proofread the chapter of my ryanyuri fanfic i already published because theres a lot of typos and strange sentences in there but its been a chore bc my body breaks down when it gets too warm smfh... not looking forward to when my apt goes over 30 degrees celsius it is unlivable. im also trying to complete a “lookbook” of my tnb sims. but i always start huge projects that take three million years to complete and im really slow lmfao

Tag people you’d like to get to know better: i could just ask these questions from everyone i talk on discord with. fuck my friends i know irl or otherwise, only asking people who r my friends through tumblr. no need to do this though. also this isnt probably meant to be answered so long-windedly... thats just me. i cant answer with one word i gotta write an essay. heres three tags though @basslinegrave @vita-divata

(record scratch before 3rd tag) and @rubbertplant bc they were streaming a game in discord when i started typing this and i was like hey wanna do it and they were like yeah

i expect replies on my desk by 5pm TOMORROW!!!!get to work!!!! no i jest, do it or dont, i dont mind either way, just if you feel like doing this. if you see this and want to do it feel free to consider yourself tagged. godspeed

#gabriels ramblings

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stanspoofball · 2 years

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aight. here's the skinny, kids. truly idgaf about petty drama shit. i've spent more than six months on the internet and been involved in more fandoms than I can count. ive waded through more than my fair share of bs shipping debates, "cancel culture", "we like different shit but my shit's better than urs" every fuckin thing u can imagine i've seen it all. and u know, more power to u if u have the time and energy to dedicate to something that ultimately has far less meaning than u think it does.what i do care about, and what u all should also care about, is genuine harassment in the form of death threats. i'll repeat that b/c that's how important i feel this message is. i'll even do u a favor and go all caps for u.

HARASSMENT. AND. DEATH. THREATS.

no one gives a shit if u have friends. no one cares one fuckin iota if ur lil sycophant minions crawl out of the woodwork to defend u. ur not the victim. u can bitch and moan until u turn blue but if u send someone messages wishing for them to die, by either their own hand or ur ever so fuckin "helpful" assistance, ur a piece of shit and uve lost all moral highground. continuing to attack the true sufferer of this shit and ignoring the real issue at hand is equivalent to u essentially saying that u think ur hurt feelings take priority over a literal crime of threatening someone else's life.

let me be clear. i'm not out to start a war b/c i got no time for that shit. im not even associated with any of these people. but ive personally witnessed too much of this kind of shit in other fandom to remain silent about this this rn. as I stated in my prev post i cannot stop u from purchasing those fan magazines but i STRONGLY urge u to be careful who u blindly trust on the internet.

fyi ive created a twt acct and will be posting there as well. peace love & a pleasant day to u all.

#fandom discourse #xenolith1245 #death threats are serious folks #South park #sp Creek

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show-us-kaidenshenandoah · 2 months

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ill eventually make a proper, pretty intro-post

but hello, hi, i am Kaiden-Shenandoah Knapp

also, yes, Kaiden-Shenandoah is my first name. the hyphen is optional, but you still have to type/say the whole thing. no, you may not call me "Kaiden". yes, i am aware it is a mouthful lol

(probably gonna change my surname is "Knapping" in a few years. i wanna distance myself from some shitty family while making the Indigeneity in my surname more apparent. dont be surprised when that happens. im just putting it off bc i got a lot on my plate rn lol)

(also if you knew me as "Kayleen", hi, hello, i no longer go by that childhood nickname. it is retired, wave goodbye, better to have loved and lost and all that)

this is my messily mindless "welcome to my head" blog, we do things very casually here. im making it my new Main (as of 24 March 2024). my professional/art blog is @kaidenshenandoahknapp

but the real point of this post is: i am not a bot lol

and also, stuff is on a queue (until i do a mass-reblog binge but, typically, i am on queue)

everything in my queue is now 2 post per 24 hours (as of: 20 April 2024)

ive been on tumblr before, but since this is a new Main, im just going through my favorite content-creation blogs i know and mass-queueing loads of the op's projects. (if you are one of those said blogs and find this nth new notes a day from me annoying, please let me know; and i will just spam them all to Post Now so i can get out of your hair asap) i'm also just not good at regularly keeping up with creators' new stuff week-by-week, so instead i generally mass-queue because i assume mass-reblogging is a bit more overwhelming, idk, maybe im just overthinking lol

tags guide: (mostly for me, ngl lol i need reminders of what i tag what when i do my mass-queues)

#me - me posting something

#relatable - "omg that is so me" at someone else's post

#aesthetic - me just really liking the vibes, which sometimes just also happens to be pretty to look at lmao

#canines wolves and werewolves i love - i know what i am about. ill probably have more "niche My Special Interest tags" as i find posts that fit them

#nutty nutcrackers / #the nutcracker - another Special Interest tag. pretty self-explanatory, i like The Nutcracker a lot lmao

#betty boop - you would think this belongs with fandom tags, but no. part of why i am obsessed with her (and have been since i was, like, 14) is because she was the popularization of the very next tag's trend

#infantalization in animation - it's when you apply baby facial proportions to an adult bodied character, it's most often done in female characters. i'll be using this tag outside of animated stuff btw. but yeah, anything that examines that visual design choice i am all 👀 over lmao

#other people's art - any individual person, not counting final version of studio work (like ill tag "Lilo and Stitch"'s exploratory concept art with this, sure, but i wont tag stills of the "Lilo and Stitch" film)

↳ #animal art

↳ #background art

↳ #oc art - is all "my original character in a canon piece" kind of ocs, not the "my original character in my original story" type

↳ there are also specifically listed artists here and there if they have influenced me/my style in the past or recently (such as but not limited to: #rvsa). almost all of them are indies with social media (aka: no Van Gogh, no Hayao Miyazaki. if they have their own fandom, i tag said fandom and not the specific artist, usually. it depends. there are some gray areas)

#brushes - the (digital) brushes people i like use

#art tips

#writing tips - is about actually doing the practice

#on writing - is the philsophy about the practice

#[insert fandom here]

#[insert fandom here] analysis

(here are the tags i chose for some fandoms that had multiple possible tags. this is not all of my fandom tags)

● #studio ghibli, #[insert studio ghibli title here] (i tag both the movie itself and studio. because sometimes i want something from the original movie, so i go into those tags; and i also go to the studio to look at overarching things since the studio has such a strong overall aesthetic/visual brand)

● #[insert disney title] (here, i do tag the specific movies and i dont just use the studio. because im usually looking for specific things this one disney movie has)

● #moomin (as opposed to "moominvalley", "tales of moominvalley", or the like)

● #my hero academia (so many different options for one work)

● #trigun (so many different branching creations from one source lmao im just gonna lump them together)

● #into the spiderverse (i dont use "across the spiderverse" for simplicity's sake, and i don't use the hyphen/space between "spider(-)verse" also for simplicity. its easier for me to be consistent if i just go "nah, its all one word")

● #marvel comics (i do not tag the mcu specifically)

● #dc comics, #batman (i tag both. but i dont tag any other dc comics property. i just know im esp obsessed with the batfam enough that, sure, they should get their own tag)

#me

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kin-the-muffin · 5 months

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haha soooo many things happening rn and i feel like i have so much time to do nothing like i used to but when i take a step back sure i have less but i still have a lot but then i remember that theres homework im already ignoring in my classes and new friends to know and be known by and old friends to either dump cuz theyre toxic and i never realized or try in vain to keep ahold of a slipping relationship and im in my senior year now hahahaaaaa

vent below

i auditioned for my school’s musical and i finally got a speaking part and im also technically a lead and that rly cool but it also means im going to have to stay at school for twelve hours almost every day until the second week of march when the play ends

im in my school’s honor choir and its a zero hour so i have to wake up at unheavenly times to get there and sing for two and a half hours

i get to be in a rly big state choir too and thats coming up in february and i havent looked at the music yet and i cant get the remind to work and all the emails are so long-winded and badly-formatted and confusing

and my english class is nearly full of students so thats fun and my school has zero, count em, Z E R O good senior english teachers but im pretty sure i have the better of two devils and i had her last semester so i know her and she knows me but i also know the kinda bs shes gonna throw at us and i just have to hope that she wasnt lying when she said that this semester would be easier because we’re not working on senior papers this time (mine was about mental health in schools not that anyone asked lolll)

i also have the same government teacher as last semester which is both a blessing and a curse because i know what to expect but like none of it is good and he makes us do these stupid unnecessary tiny group projects and why tf cant i just work alone i only know one person in the class and his lectures are so pointless and please just let me take all the tests and be done with this heaven-forsaken class already

then im in studio art which is basically the highest level art class at my school and you have to get permission from an art teacher to be in one of their hours then you work on one huge independent project the whole semester and my art teacher knows i draw on my ipad and said i could make a comic so now i have to figure out what its about then i can hopefully start the ball rolling from there but i have too many ideas and not enough at the same time and none of them are developed enough to make a 22-page, fully edited-and-colored comic

and my choir director is so incredibly passive aggressive but not really on purpose, he just knows he has a rbf and so he overcompensates to make himself more friendly but then when his patience runs thin he yells and i wanna cry and die and quit high school and cry some more

and im trying so hard not to stress over college because i know im gonna take a gap year so i can think about it then but two of my sisters have offered their homes to me and i love them both so much and ive been thinking about just getting an apartment and a roommate but i have to tell them that because one of them is going to renovate their basement with my potential living there in mind and then i end up stressing about college anyways like what major and what minor and what school and what even is my endgoal???? i dont know?!?!??!?!! i dont know what i want to do with my life, not specifically! my biggest dream rn is to be an mc streamer and thats just cuz im back in my mcyt phase and the old pipe dream from my childhood has returned but i know it cant actually work out btu the dreamer in me says it can but i know it realistically has like a .000002% chance of actually happening

and thats all i have the energy to say rn

sorry for the rant

sorry for not posting

ty and goodnight

#kin’s rambles #vent #high school #it sucks #i swear i wanna die #*rasputin voice from anastaisia*#mark my words #me myself and i will die #before i graduate #i want to rest so much and end my bloodline #forever #/j #man i really hope none of my friends and family see this cuz a few follow me on here #its just a question of do they look at it enough?#probably not

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shxnixxv · 1 year

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So im sitting here watching love is blind and theres a lot of different characters going on. Some people are weird, aggressive, overly emotional, etc. but im seeing how romantic people are as well. And it really just makes me think, wow… i dont have this. Like i love him. I really really really do. But that romance is missing. Im rarely swept off my feet. There’s rarely date nights, rarely sweet gestures, rarely gifts. A soda and chips when your on your way home sometimes count but also dont. I feel like i want more and i want to be woo’d. i want him to say “hey baby get dressed nice and lets go on a picnic/movie date/sushi date/walk around/ (enter any planned activity here)”. Or a “hey baby i saw this (thing) a while ago and it made me think about you”. Or wake up to breakfast made for me or much food ever really ever made for me ever. Small things are there. Like getting me a root beer otw home or bringing me cute things he got from work. But i feel like i do want more *grandiose* gestures of love and affection. I know things have been stressful for everyone during this time with money being tight, constant travel, etc. but things still have the potential to be done. And ive told him this a lot and i dont want to keep repeating myself. You know what i want. Theres no way you forgot, i talk about this all the time. So it kinda feels like im not as in it as it should be. Like i said i love him but im rarely, like, entranced, swept away, moved emotionally. Like im rarely like “wow fuck im so fucking in love that (thing he just did) was so fucking amazing im so swept away 😫😫🥰🥰😍😍🥰💘💗💘💗💖💝”. Its always just very neutral and steady like “awe 🙂”. And i do feel like this is holding us back from where we could be. Or more so holding ME back. Im not satisfied. And im sure hes not satisfied either. I dont game with him and i know thats at the top of his list, playing games with your gf. But i dont wanna put so much of myself and my energy out, and not get much in return. Bc thats how i feel rn. Im catering to your love languages, but can you cater to mine? So im just curious whats going to happen from here. Will he step up? Idk. But i do know if i still feel this way by September, i wont allow myself to move to another state with a man who wont go the extra mile for me and is just okay with the okie doke. Like i shouldn’t have ti watch romantic movies, shows, or even go as far as read wattpad stories, just to feel something deeper. So ugh.Theres that.

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nar-nia · 1 year

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You already know I'm gonna ask you too answer them all

Hehe <3

~M 🐝

and now i have time to do so 🤩 let's go! (I don't know how long ago that was and i'm so sorry, i just found that at the bottom of the editor list)

1. What are your top 2 favourite types of weather? Why?

summer rain and a light spring wind 🤩 both are just comfortable and peaceful

2. What are some youtube video you have watched multiple times and would go back and watch again?

i've already answered that but mostly music mvs!

3. Who have you see live at a concert?

most importantly of course enhypen 🤩 everyone who was at kpop flex (enhypen, ive, g-idle, mamamoo, ab6ix, nct dream and kai) and tiziano ferro, an italian singer

4. Who is ur go to Mario character?

either toad or yoshi!

5. Who is ur comfort streamer(s)?

gronkh! he's a german youtuber and from time to time i come back to watch his old let's plays.

6. How many ppl/gcs have you currently got left unread

4... i'll answer them now.

7. What languages do you listen to music in?

mostly english, german and korean, but occasionally italian, swedish /norwegian, dutch and french too

8. What is one music performance you always go back and watch?

puh... i'd say the mama performances from itzy and enhypen!

9. Whats one WIP (any kind: song, story, art, ect.) you dont know if you will ever finish? Give us a sneak peak or tell us the concept/idea?

i had an idea for a mamma mia retelling with enhypen characters, but i'm not sure if i can pull it off. and yesterday i found the beginning of a story involving jake and a reader who works in a cafe, that i might continue if i get new ideas.

10. Whats ur MBTI?

ISFJ

11. Big spoon? Little spoon? Both?

both, depending on the day and the circumstances 😊

12. Go onto Pinterest (or google or picsart or smth) rn! and put together some sort of outfit you would wear and show us

13. Have you made anything by hand recently? Show it off!

does this count?

14. What is the 107th most recent photo in your gallery?

15. What is your toxic trait? (Non-serious answers only)

gatekeeping heeseung and failing 😔

16. What are you procrastinating rn?

... my bachelors thesis 🤐 (rn it's writing applications for internships)

17. Do you have any plants? What are their names and do they have a personality/any notable traits?

i do! but i also have a history of them dying, so i don't really give them names. i had one called bob but he sadly died at the beginning of this year. i do have two plants on discord which have names! one i can't say because i'd probably have to censor it, but the other one is called wonie 💀

18. Show me another picrew (or 2) you really like!

i don't have any on my phone rn 🥲

19. Whats the most recent reaction meme/image in your camera roll?

.. yeah

20. Have you got any random concepts/plans/ideas sketched or scribbled out on paper somewhere that you want to share?

just some story ideas but those are kept secret 🤫

21. What are 3 songs that are definitely on your road trip playlist. Why them?

Ooh.. good question. I think i'm too indecisive for that

22. Can you drive?

i can but i won't ever do it again

23. Who's the most famous person you have met? How, why, when, where?

i have a picture with three very famous voice actors from germany! and my boss is a famous singer for kids songs.

24. Is there a famous someone you are only a few people away from?

does my boss count?

25. Do you have good time management or are you failing as badly as I am? 💀 Credits to the love @nar-nia for q.25

i am clearly failing

26. Have you got anything (other than this blog) that you want to plug?

not really

27. Do you enjoy giving or receiving things more?

giving!!

28. Show me something you've drawn.

see above 🤭

29. What app/website/game is underrated and you think more people should use/play? Why?

idk but please drop some game recommendations!

30. What is the next social event you have planned? Are you looking forward to it?

a holiday with my parents, and yes!! also an ice skating show.

#ask games ⁉️#favorite barker mo 🐶#talk that talk 📣

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pepperonidk · 2 years

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iv. a truth universally acknowledged || all my love

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.” – Pride and Prejudice; Jane Austen

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoox f!Reader Summary: two idiots walk into the lego section at target... Warnings: cursing, food mention Word Count: 3.6k A/N: SURPRISE POST! today is @leahel 's birthday, so this is also her gift and she and our other bff make a cute lil cameo in this one. (everyone go greet my soulmate a happy birthday rn) Also pretty swaggy of me to line this up around Jeonghan's birthday. can u tell i'm excited for fall? it's all too well (10 minute version) (taylor's version) weather <3

take a look at my pinned post to see how to join the aml taglist!

previous chapter || back to library || next chapter

“I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.”

Wonwoo set his book down to take a sip of his coffee. The chime of the door opening was followed by the sound of wind howling and Wonwoo tightened his grip on the warm mug in his hands. He let out a contented sigh as the taste of coffee filled his tired mind and the steam reached up to his glasses.

The end of the football season and the hues of oranges and reds painting the tree tops meant autumn had finally arrived. This was the time of year Wonwoo looked forward to the most, when his Saturday mornings were no longer reserved for football practice, but rather for spending time alone in local cafes after his morning run.

Most Saturdays he would spend hours working on homework, two danishes on a plate (one was free for being a regular) and a half-empty mug of black coffee (with two pumps of brown sugar syrup, a secret between him and the barista). However, on some Saturdays, like today, he could spend time rereading one of his favorite books, Pride and Prejudice. By now, his copy of the book was well-worn. After reading it for his literature class his freshman year, he had fallen in love with the book and reread it often. Most of the books in his collection were in the same condition, the margins covered in tiny and messy scrawled notes, and various colored sticky notes sticking out of the pages of the books. “Well-loved,” he liked to call them.

Much like his coffee order, his inclination towards classic romance novels was indeed a secret. Even Wonwoo himself wasn’t completely sure why he felt so attached to these stories. Was it because he related to Elizabeth’s character? Or maybe to Mr. Darcy? Or maybe it was the way Jane Austen’s humor seemed to jump off the page. Whatever the reason was, it was probably written somewhere among the margins and sticky notes that littered his book. But until he could figure it out himself, he refused to let anyone else know.

“Hey Wonwoo,” a cheery voice called. At the sound of his name, he looked up from his book to see Seokmin smiling and waving at him with an iced coffee and a box full of pastries in his hands. He smiled and greeted him in response as he put his book down, making sure to slip his bookmark into his spot.

“Are you gonna eat all those croissants yourself?” Wonwoo joked, pointing at the box in Seokmin’s hands.

Seokmin let out a chuckle before replying, “I wish, but this is for the party tonight. What are you bringing?” Seokmin laughed again at the blank look on his friend’s face. “Did you forget Seungcheol asked us all to bring something?”

Wonwoo pushed his glasses up and tried to remember when Seungcheol brought it up. It was a few weeks ago, the night of the last football game… the night he had to spend taking care of you after you sprained your ankle. To be honest, he thought the call he got from Seungcheol that night was a part of a dream he had.

He remembered arguing with you about who the strongest avenger was – he said Thor and you said Wanda – and that was about the last thing before the sound of his phone cut through the silence. The bright light of his phone illuminated the room and Wonwoo had to squint his eyes to read Seungcheol’s name under the time – 2:38 a.m.

“Wonwoo!” His voice came through the phone as an ear-splitting scream and Wonwoo pulled his phone away from his ear, only to hear a quieter grumble on the couch next to him. He looked over to see you sprawled out on the couch, your arm and leg hung over the side and he scoffed a little bit at how peaceful you looked despite what might have been a very uncomfortable sleeping position. He grabbed a pillow that had fallen off the couch and gently placed your leg on top of it, concerned about how your ankle would feel in the morning.

”So are you coming?” Wonwoo briefly snapped his attention back to his friend on the phone.

“Uh sure,” he replied, not totally sure what he agreed to, more occupied with finding a blanket to cover you up. He found one on the other couch and delicately placed it over you, making sure to even cover your feet. Over the phone he could faintly hear Seungcheol going on about the crazy pancake abomination that Jeonghan and Joshua were making. “Okay,” Wonwoo cut him off, clearing his throat to hide the sleepy rasp in his voice. “I’m uh, studying so I’ll talk to you guys tomorrow.” Before Seungcheol could protest, Wonwoo had already hit the end button.

The last thing Wonwoo remembers from that night was leaving a glass of water on the side table next to you before heading to his own room and flopping down on his bed.

“It’s fine if you forgot,” Seokmin’s voice brought Wonwoo back to the conversation. “I can just say it’s from all three of us.” The smile on his face was so genuine that Wonwoo almost felt guilty for still being confused.

“Three… of us?” He asked, unsure of who the third person was. “Us and Mingyu?”

Seokmin laughed again. “Dude, you really don’t remember anything from that night at all huh?”

Wonwoo let out a sigh of defeat and invited Seokmin to sit down across from him and once he sat down offered him the extra danish. “Honestly,” he began, unsure of how much detail to offer. “I was up pretty late taking care of your friend that night, and when Seungcheol called me I was half asleep.”

Seokmin gave a nod of understanding before a mischievous smile made its way onto his features. “So I’m guessing you also don’t remember that he invited your roomie as well?” The color drained from Wonwoo’s features, causing Seokmin to let out a pitied chuckle. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“She’s coming too?” Wonwoo stumbled over his sentence, annoyed at his own lack of composure.

“Yes sir,” Seokmin mimed a salute at him. “I was on my way to pick her up…” he trailed off for a second, looking around and then down at his bare wrist as if he had a watch on. “But uh, I forgot I have to go get Mingyu actually, so if you could take her that would be great.”

Before Wonwoo could protest, Seokmin was headed towards the door, stuffing the rest of the danish in his mouth and uttering a “Thanks Wonwoo!” as he pushed the door open with his hip.

Dumbfounded and alone, Wonwoo shook his head and looked back down at his coffee in front of him. For a second, he thought about opening his book back up to read a little bit more, but at the sight of the pink envelope sticking out of the top of his book he let out a sigh instead. Looking down at his watch, he saw that it was still early and headed to the counter to order another pastry and a cup of tea before he left the warmth of the cafe.

The red and orange leaves falling down in the cool autumn breeze was enough to make Wonwoo want to spend a quiet day out in the park rather than surrounded by his often obnoxious and loud friend group. As he walked home however, he couldn’t help but feel… well, bored. He was walking the same route he always walks, through the main street so he could appreciate the halloween decorations that were beginning to pop up in the small storefront windows, but he couldn’t help but feel like something was missing this year.

Instead of thinking too hard about it, he clasped his hand around the warm to-go cup of tea even tighter and walked the rest of the way home.

Before he even unlocked the door, Wonwoo could hear the faint sounds of… his dad singing Celine Dion? He let out a chuckle and opened the door, kicking his shoes off before walking into the kitchen for a glass of water. He didn’t bother turning on the lights, the kitchen was illuminated enough by the colorful lights emanating from the living room television. As he headed towards the concert that was happening live from his living room, he laughed at the sight of you being his dad’s number one hype man, amused that you hadn’t noticed him yet.

At the end of the song, he finally made himself known when he clapped, letting out an enthusiastic “Encore! Encore!” to which you finally turned around and gave him a wave. He walked over to the other side of the couch that you were sitting on, handing you the pastry bag and the still warm cup of tea from the cafe. “They had a special autumn blend of tea,” he explained as he watched you take a sip. “I thought you might wanna try it.”

You let out an appreciative hum. “It’s pretty good,” you affirmed, and Wonwoo nodded in response. “Sorry we started Karaoke Saturday without you, your dad was really excited about singing Celine Dion today.”

“Yeah,” Wonwoo’s dad chimed in, wiping at his head. “Mingyu and Seokmin came by while you were out to let me know it’s Jeonghan’s birthday and that both of you would be attending.”

Wonwoo raised his eyebrow at his father’s comment. “Oh they stopped by?” He remembered his conversation with Seokmin earlier, and he realized what was going on. “Why didn’t you go with them? Aren’t they also going to the party?”

He wanted to laugh at the way your eyes widened just the slightest bit as you refused to make eye contact with him. “Uh,” you began. “I haven’t had time to get ready yet, and they had to go pick up the specially made cake Jeonghan requested.” Although the reasoning itself made enough sense, Wonwoo still couldn’t help but smirk at the hint of panic in your voice.

“Oh?” he replied. “That’s perfect, you can come with me instead.” The shade of red your cheeks turned was indication enough that he had you flustered. Wonwoo continued as you coughed in shock at the comment. “Since you and Jeonghan are besties now you can help me find a gift.”

“Did you just say besties?” you scoffed at his comment. “I wouldn’t say besties per se…”

“So does he not invite you over every week to try different boba places with him? You guys haven’t watched every piece of content that has a minion in it together?” he questioned. It was true that you had become quite close with not only Jeonghan, but most of the other boys in Wonwoo’s friend group. At first, most of the boys were coming over to bring you food and to check on you after your injury, but at this point you were pretty much just in the group. All the boys were dying to hang out with you. Wonwoo didn’t really understand why everyone wanted to be around you so badly, and honestly, it did annoy him. He wasn’t completely sure why this would bother him at all, but the more he thought about it –

“Keeping tabs, Wonwoo? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you sound jealous.” Your words snapped him out of his thoughts and now it was his turn to scoff and look away, now pretending to be busy on his phone as he rolled his eyes at you.

Of course, Wonwoo didn’t miss the not-so-subtle thumbs up his father gave you from the side of his vision. He could see it, but was he going to acknowledge it? Of course not. Instead he cleared his throat and announced that the two of you would be heading out after he put his stuff away and got changed.

“Have fun you two,” his dad replied. “Stay out as late as you want, I’m going out with my book club.”

Before Wonwoo could even question his father, he had already left the room, leaving you and Wonwoo in the disco-lit living room with a Mariah Carey song playing in the background.

“When did he join a book club?” you asked Wonwoo, who shrugged his shoulders in response.

“Beats me.” He replied, checking his watch. “Can you start the car? I’ll be down in a second.” Wonwoo opened his backpack and tossed you his car keys as you nodded and made his way upstairs to his bedroom, throwing his backpack onto his bed and running back out to the car. The two of you still had to stop somewhere to get Jeonghan a gift and Wonwoo was not the type of person to be anything short of punctual.

As Wonwoo entered Target, he had a mission in mind – to get a Lego set like Jeonghan mentioned to you, grab a card, sign both of your names on it, and get the hell to the party. If everything went according to plan the two of you could be in and out in less than ten minutes.

However, as Wonwoo had come to see in the last few weeks, nothing with you ever went according to plan.

Fifteen minutes after entering the store, the two of you were still arguing in semi-hushed tones in the middle of the Lego aisle, each of you holding a different build set in your hands.

“Just pick one,” he sighed, watching you pick up yet another set in consideration. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the inefficiency he was seeing. “We’re already late.”

You shook your head at him as you furrowed your eyebrows. “I don’t care,” you replied. “I need to make sure Jeonghan’s gift is perfect.”

“Why? It’s a Lego set,” Wonwoo said. “You literally can’t go wrong.” He leaned against the aisle, still watching you look at the picture on every single box, as well as the number of pieces.

“No, you don’t get it,” you sighed, looking up to face him. “It has to be the right Lego set. If it has too many pieces, or it’s something he doesn’t care about, he won’t want to even open it.” You explained this as you showed him examples of which boxes you were not going to get – boxes with excessive piece counts as well as a Star Wars set.

“But if we get him the perfect one,” you explained as you reached your hand to the back of the shelf and grinning as you showed the box to Wonwoo. “He’ll be excited to open it, and he’ll think of us every single time he sees it. That’s how you pick the perfect gift.” You handed Wonwoo the box with a Lego version of Spongebob’s pineapple house on the front.

Wonwoo took it with a sigh, placing it in the basket that was also filled with a gift bag, an assortment of candy bars and a cheesy gift card with a silly pun on it. “Why do you care so much?” He confessed, sounding a little more on edge than he meant to let on. “You barely even know him.”

To be honest, the same annoyance that he felt earlier was bubbling back up to the surface. But before it got any further, you snapped back at him. “Why don’t you care enough?” Wonwoo was so caught off guard that he had nothing to say back to you.

Needless to say, the drive to the party was silent.

“Welcome! You guys are nearly an hour late,” Jeonghan chastised them as soon as he opened the door.

“Sorry,” Wonwoo heard you apologize to him as you handed the gift bag of Lego and candy to Jeonghan. “Somebody had a stick up his ass so it took us a little longer to get around.” Wonwoo scoffed at the pointed look you gave him over your shoulder as you walked past Jeonghan and into the party.

However, before he could follow you in, Jeonghan raised his hand up to stop him. “What did you do to piss off my best friend?” He asked Wonwoo with his arms crossed.

“Nothing,” he sighed, rolling his eyes. “Best friend?”

“Duh,” Jeonghan smirked. “How could I not be best friends with the only other hottie in this friend group.” Laughing at his own remark, Jeonghan finally let Wonwoo through the door. He put his hand on Wonwoo’s shoulder as he walked him through the house and into the kitchen and Wonwoo found himself fighting the urge to brush his hand away. Something about Jeonghan’s comment left an ugly feeling in his chest. Luckily, before he could let out the snappy remark building in his mind, Seungkwan waved at Wonwoo through the window and called him over to join their group at the patio outside. Jeonghan handed Wonwoo a soda and sent him out to join them.

“Wonwoo,” Jihoon called with a smile as he approached. “Help us settle a debate.”

“Sure,” He agreed. “What’s the debate?”

Vernon let out an aggravated sigh as he began to explain. “Jihoon and Seungkwan are trying to tell us that you can’t drink soup.” Wonwoo couldn’t help but chuckle at the way his eyebrows scrunched together as he explained why you definitely can drink soup.

“Why are you guys even discussing this?” Wonwoo asked curiously.

“Seungkwan and Vernon’s friends were arguing about it at lunch,” Soonyoung began to explain.

“Yeah, this girl from our physics class tried to tell us that you don’t drink soup, you eat it,” Vernon continued. “Which doesn’t make any sense. Soup is a liquid. So you drink it. And it didn’t help that Seungkwan was too busy chatting with the girl from the tennis team about some idol to defend my honor.”

Seungkwan raised his hands in defense. “It was her birthday, you should’ve just let her have that one,” he chided his friend who continued to animatedly defend his position to an equally animated Jihoon. He turned to Wonwoo instead. “We were actually talking about you, not an idol.” Wonwoo raised his eyebrows at Seungkwan who was grinning but looking away. “My friend said she saw you reading at the cafe this morning.”

“And?” Wonwoo questioned.

Seungkwan finally turned to face him. “She thought your bookmark looked a little familiar.” Wonwoo could not hide the shade of red that crept onto his cheeks as he quickly turned his gaze away from Seungkwan and found himself looking in your direction instead.

“When she told me about it,” Seungkwan continued, smirking as he followed his friend’s gaze. “It did seem a bit odd to use someone’s confession letter as a bookmark.”

Instead of staying to try to deny Seungkwan’s insinuations, Wonwoo quickly walked away instead and headed back into the kitchen to take a break from what started to feel like a very stuffy party. Was he the only one who felt like the walls were starting to get smaller?

As he stood back inside the kitchen, he took a deep breath and leaned his arms against the sink. He looked back up to the window facing the backyard, where all of his friends stood, having a good time. Naturally, his eyes landed on you, laughing and resting your head against Mingyu’s shoulder and that icky feeling that had been slowly climbing up in his chest like ivy growing on a stone wall had finally taken over every last inch.

His grip on the edge of the sink tightened, and so did his resolve. He chugged the rest of his soda and gathered the courage to go back out to where everyone was, to where you were. He opened the door, and took two steps out before he stopped in his tracks like a deer caught in the headlights. Were you crying? You were laughing just minutes ago.

“Wonwoo,” Jun called quietly from beside him, putting an arm around his shoulders. “Let’s talk over here.” He led Wonwoo away from the spot he was glued to and instead back towards his friends. Whatever debate they had earlier seemed to fall to the backburner as soon as Wonwoo walked toward them.

“Is she okay?” were the first words to leave Wonwoo’s mouth and Jihoon turned to look at him in surprise.

“Your friend?” He asked and Wonwoo winced at the label but nodded anyway. “She’s uh… she’s fine.” Jihoon looked to Seungkwan and Soonyoung for support. Soonyoung nodded for just a little bit too long, but Seungkwan let out a sigh and turned to where you were.

“No,” Seungkwan confessed. “I don’t think so.” On instinct, Wonwoo turned around ready to bolt over to your direction. He had no idea what he would even say to you, but every neuron in his brain was just telling him to run. But before he could move, Soonyoung’s hand was on his wrist.

“I wouldn’t head over there,” Soonyoung suggested, giving Wonwoo a sad smile. “Your name came up just before you came outside.”

The stone walls in his chest suddenly crumbled under the weight of the ivy growing, and he wondered if his walls were really that strong to begin with. Did I make her cry? he thought to himself. He looked over to you, your head once again resting against Mingyu’s shoulder as he rubbed circles on your back, rising and falling in time with your quiet sobs.

Wonwoo no longer felt angry or frustrated, but he did feel confused at the way his heart sank at the sight. He looked down at his own feet before he let out a quiet “Oh.” at Soonyoung’s comment. He only looked back up once again when he heard Seungkwan call his attention.

“Do you…” He began to ask tentatively. “Like her?”

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satoruvt · 3 years

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know i’ll keep it forever

pairing → kim mingyu x reader

word count → 770

genre → fluff. just complete fluff ↳ tags: established relationship, Self Indulgent (tm), mingyu is annoying and my favorite person, cold medicine </3, mingyu being a housewife really, mentions of soup., mc is sick and mingyu is Done, crying i wish this was me rn, a single kiss, cute teasing and banter i think, anniversary shenanigans sick ver

song inspo → emerald by rini <3

warnings → none i think!!!

a/n → guys. this is actually the most self indulgent work ive ever written because its my 1 year with svt and im SICK. anyways i figured i cant do a fic for every member LOL so i decided to do mingyu because he was my very first bias in svt!!!! 1 year is a long time for me hehe so i hope this feels as special to you as it does to me... thank you for reading on such a special day <3

It takes more effort than you thought it would to swallow down the medicine (cherry flavored cold medicine because it was all the store had in stock), and you let out a weak cough when you finish, shivering at what little you could taste of it. Mingyu sighs, taking the the little plastic cup from your hand.

“Stop being dramatic,” he tells you, and you gawk at him like he’s insane.

“Dramatic?” You repeat, motioning to your sick self covered in blankets and surrounded by tissues. “I’m dying!”

Mingyu rolls his eyes but both of you are smiling. In all honesty, this isn’t the worst cold you’ve ever had - more annoying than anything else. You take a generous sip of the water Mingyu’s offered you, hoping it’ll wash away the lingering taste of alcohol and fake cherry. “I can’t believe you got sick on our anniversary,” he says as you swallow. It’s not teasing like before, more like disappointed awe. Neither of you expected your own health to get in the way of things.

You place the glass back on the bedside table, your hand moving to rest on the side of Mingyu’s face. He leans into it. “I’m sorry,” you tell him, feeling guilty. “I know you had a lot planned.”

He shakes his head, hand resting on top of yours. “It’s not your fault. Maybe we needed a night in, anyways. A sign from the gods.”

You giggle but it dissolves into a few coughs, and Mingyu looks at you with puppy dog eyes that make you want to get better immediately. But even at your most resilient, it takes a few days to get back to full health, and you know you’ll be bedridden for a while.

“You’re gonna catch whatever I have if you stay here any longer,” you tell him, moving your hand away from him. Your fever gives you cold chills and all you want is to cuddle up next to him (he’s basically a human heater anyways) but you hold yourself back, not wanting him to share your pain. “You should stay at the dorms tonight.”

“What happened to dying?”

“I’ll die alone if it means you’re safe.”

Mingyu pushes your shoulder with so little force you barely move at all, but you groan out loud like you were punched with all of his weight behind it. “I’m sick and dying,” you wail, writing under your blankets, “and this is what you do to me.”

“Sorry, baby,” Mingyu says, adjusting himself so he stops your wriggling. “Want me to kiss it better?”

You already know where he’s going with this. “Kim Mingyu,” you warn, watching his face come closer. “You will not.”

“Who’s gonna stop me?” He asks, grinning ear to ear. He only gets closer, blankets ruffling under the shift of his weight towards you. “You’re too weak.”

“If you get sick, I’m gonna have to take care of you,” you tell him like it’s a threat. You don’t try to stop him, still. “You’re more dramatic than me, and I’m gonna have to baby you for a week.”

Mingyu shrugs, not bothering to hide his amusement. “I’ll look forward to it.”

And then he kisses you square on the lips, kind and sweet just as usual. He’s warm and your sick brain convinces you that he’s already crossed the line, there’s no use in holding back now, so you melt into him and kiss him back, hoping the medicine taste still doesn’t linger on your lips.

It’s a quick kiss, ending soon after it starts. You flick Mingyu on the forehead and he immediately recoils, whining. “You are unbelievable.”

“Think of it as an anniversary present,” he says, cheeky. You wouldn’t be able to hide the grin on your face even if you wanted to. “It goes along well with the soup I’m about to cook for you.”

“Really,” you hum, watching him clean up a few cough drop wrappers and rogue tissues. You’ve always been aware of it, but you really are lucky.

(Sometimes you think it’s not luck, but fate.)

“Hey,” you call right before Mingyu leaves the bedroom. He turns around to look at you, cute and confused pout on his lips. “You know I love you, right?”

You swear he shines brighter than the sun whenever you tell him. “I know,” he affirms, like he still can’t believe it (like he’s the one who needs to be in disbelief). “I love you too.”

Sleep catches you in a haze of what you can smell of Mingyu’s cologne mixed with the sound of him already starting to sniffle.

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anlian-aishang · 2 years

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hello anlian! is your priority request still open? i would like to request as im in dire need of a writing to comfort me rn. my dad got covid recently and ive been really anxious since then, thinking i have it too even when i show no major symptoms. im still so anxious when i think about it. could you make a fic where levi comforts reader and tries to assure her that everything will be fine? or something of the sorts. sorry my mind is still kinda hazy rn :(

I am so sorry to hear this, friend. I hope that this work can help you, at least a little, with the hardship. I will keep you and yours in my heart <3 Please let me know if there is anything - anything at all - that I can do for you <3

word count: 800 tags: levi x reader, angst, hurt-comfort, illness, modern AU

It wasn’t… This wasn’t… Your father… Your world, this wasn’t supposed to happen.

Such a meticulous planner you were. Sights set not on the step before you, but on the entire flight of stairs. This one to the next one to the top one, that was how it was supposed to go. Each day of the pandemic seemed to break one of those steps, causing you to readjust your path - leaping, straining - just to get to the next ledge. This latest phone call, though, was more than just another obstacle in your path, but a wrecking ball through the entire staircase.

Somehow, the words seemed to disintegrate on impact. Their sentiment rang loud and clear - a deafening blare, a hard truth glaring and blinding. Simultaneously, you could not recall, but could not forget. Infected… hospitalized… sedation… doing our best…

Your hand shook, pressing your cell tight against your dampening cheek, your breaths turned rapid and heavy. Sitting across the way, Levi could not hear a single word of the call, but through the sight of your state, he understood all. Reaffirmed by the cracks of your voice as you struggled to get through the conversation, “R-Right… I - I understand. Mhm.” Your tears spilled endlessly over.

“Thank you.” It hurt your tongue to speak those words, gratitude the last thing you felt at this moment. “Good-bye.” Though you were speaking to the doctor, you could not help the thought that you were speaking to the patient, saying a forever farewell.

Arms weak, fingers faltering, you thought your phone may slip through your hands. At the same time, an overwhelming adrenaline - a panic - that encouraged you to throw it instead. It was then that a familiar hold came atop yours, prying the bad news away from you and setting it safely aside on the countertop. From that moment on, that hold never left, taking your hand in his, bringing you to the bed you shared, tucking you under his arm and keeping you there indefinitely.

Levi knew, he just knew. That was always how you described him to your friends, your family, your father when they asked about him - wondering if he was the one for you. When you thought about him, there was no question, neither for those who heard you talk about him. And - if worse came to worst - you were glad that he had met Levi, had known who his little one would spend their life with.

“But, hey…” Palm at your shoulder hugged you even closer to him. “Take a deep breath…” Levi sighed, “everything will be fine.”

Anger misdirected, “You don’t know that,” Levi did not let it bother him.

After all, it was the truth: he did not know. But, unlike you, he was used to not knowing. As you laid out your ground and walked a foolproof path, he had abandoned routine long ago - not out of laziness or indifference, but of necessity. The wrenches thrown into his life had destroyed any hope of that ladder, it was why he was so confident in being your crutch on this road of uncertainty.

You supposed that was what made you perfect for each other. Uniquely similar in so many ways, specifically dissimilar in all the right ones.

“Just breathe,” Levi’s way of survival became advice he forwarded to you, “one minute at a time.” Trimmed nails scratched your back, the way you had always liked. How did he know? That was how your dad used to comfort you, too. Times of scraped knees, shots, and tangled hair - today, you felt a familiar soothing. Even though he was in the hospital, something about this care brought you right back to your father’s side.

There were numerous traits that they had opposite. Levi was reserved, your father was loud. Levi kept your apartment pristine, but you were pressed to recall a time that your childhood home was clean. Levi was never outspoken, but your father was a spitfire. In the end, though, there was a similarity they shared: loving you with their entire heart. How they both seemed to read you, Levi’s speech reminded you now. “He loves you more than anything. You know that, right?”

They would jump through hoops for you. They would spar with demons for you. They would fight for you. “And he is not going to lie down and give up. He’s going to fight,” lips found the top of your head, as if imprinting security into your mind, “and I would count on him - he’s going to win.”

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