#and now i watch them be obsessed with each other on a daily basis even after 11 years of marriage

[daffodilsfortomorrow]

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[altf4d3lete]

Episode One this is single-handedly bringing back my obsession even though it never left

- its 2022. Why is everyone freaked out bc a girl wears all black. Like people do that on a daily basis nowadays

- PUGSLEY POOR GUY :(

- “I want names” didn’t you JUST see them walking away from the locker

- Stop shoving him in a locker tied up is actually so mean wtf

- I see people use this piranha scene as justification that she’d be okay with murder, but really it’s justification that she wouldn’t be okay with people hurting her friends and those she cares about AT ALL. She’s trying to KILL these guys just for bullying their brother. Imagine what she’d do to Tyler for hurting Eugene and Enid.

- The intro is SO fucking cool

- Emma was so far down on the list of actors and now my girl is #3 behind Jenna and buscemi. She’s a main character now B)

- If I were Wednesday I’d be pissed too. I CANT with the parents. Like I love you but RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER 😭

- It’s five minutes in and I have so many notes

- Have to say again with the “terrible, they’d know I didn’t get the job done” that Wednesday is MORBID, not okay with murder unless she deems the person deserves it

- Ergh there is clearly so much discrimination against outcasts

- Weems and morticia r lowkey giving homoerotic rivalry…

- I FORGOT HOW FUNNY WEDNESDAY IS

- I genuinely can’t even like… I CANT WHY DID WEEMS PAIR HER WITH ENID 😭

- Guys Enid is SO cute holy fuck. She is UNPHASED bro, she’s just so excited to have a roommate she’s so cute I’m sobbing. She just wanted to accept Wednesday.

- YALL WHEN THEYRE WALKING DOWN THE STEPS WEDNESDAY LITERALLY GRAVITATES TOWARDS ENID. LITERALLY RUNS INTO HER

- Wednesday just lies about killing two kids to Enid and Enid just moved on like nothing happened.

- Also HELLO? THEIR BANTER? Enid takes NO shit 😭

- Hmm part of me wonders if those wolves howling were making fun of Enid.

- They’re literally leaning into each other wha

- “You better watch your back” and Wednesday is behind her that’s so funny

- How do you go from “cute but clueless” to “obsessed” enjax was lowkey forced whereas wenclair had chemistry from the beginning

- AW PUGSLEY HES SO CUTE

- Wednesday being a housewife will NEVER make sense

- I know people hate the relationship between Wednesday and morticia but it’s very realistic. You can easily tell they still love each other despite the harsh words.

- YEESH THE HYDE TORE HIM APART (I think this works with my theory that the more Tyler is aware of the Hyde, the more controlled his attacks get. Which also means that he knew what he was doing when he killed Kinbott, leaving her alive to taste her fear. And he knew what he was doing in the forest when he tried to kill Wednesday and nearly attacked his father)

- WENCLAIR FIGHT THEYRE SO FUNNY TOGETHER THEY ARGUE LIKE AN OLD COUPLE

- when did Wednesday check out enid’s blog. How and why.

- THE LITTLE SCOFF BEFORE “you mean emojis?”

- Enid huffing is crazy girly is ANGRY

- The way they just stare each other down is crazy wenclair is SO full of banter I forgot how hilarious they are

- ENID SIDE EYES WEDNESDAY SO MUCH

- Bianca lowkey eating everyone up…

- Bianca is so aggressive in her fighting style, whereas Wednesday is precise. It’s really cool

- THE GASPING IN THE BACKGROUND AFTER “let’s see if you bleed in black and white.”

- Xavier scoffs so much in this show and every time he does it lowkey makes me hate him more

- “No good deed goes unpunished” okay elphaba

- Girly was smiling when she was about to die.

- DUDE WHY WAS XAVIER LEANING OVER HER? WHO DOES THAT? JUST SIT DOWN NEXT TO HER.

- “Call it instinct” shut up actually

- Bro she had NO clue who Xavier was 😭

- It bothers me that ppl think she cared Xavier was in the coffin. She just wanted to see the godmother come back to life fr

- THING HAHA MY FAV

- I would be flabbergasted if my therapist read the equivalent of my journal before our sessions. She never should have been sent that.

- Ergh Tyler…

- The deep voice lowkey sounds really forced, idk what it is about Tyler’s voice but it bugs me. I think it’s the way his lines always kinda have the same delivery.

- Twenty bucks when he probably makes that in like half a day of work 😭

- The pilgrims look like such dorks bro who are they tryna scare 💀

- Why are they asking her if she’s “been with a normie” that’s so weird

- “THIS LITTLE THING TOOK DOWN THREE BOYS???” HELP

- Her playing with the necklace means everything to me

- Damn the hiker was the third victim

- The sheet music doesn’t match what she was playing but that doesn’t rly matter

- Love that enid went from disgusted to things bff

- Their roof scene is so meaningful to me. They work so well together. Enid doesn’t need anyone but Wednesday and Wednesday doesn’t need anyone but Enid. Enid teaches her how to relate to others and feel empathy and Wednesday teaches Enid to unapologetically be herself.

- Nero :(

- Them bonding is so cute 😭 this is rekindling my obsession

- Notice the immediate disrespect from Tyler but Enid gets close with thing so quickly

- Damn Enid is suspicious. Bro has some killer instincts

- “Hint taken” and Xavier proceeds to KEEP talking to her

- So Wednesday gives Tyler a time and place and you’re telling me it’s just a coincidence that those three pilgrims show up at that exact time at place? Literally there WAITING? No way. Tyler had to have told them, sorry about it.

- I lowkey feel bad for Weems. She’s a little controversial but she was just trying to do her best for nevermore

- Nah man that was an absolute ploy. There’s no way they just happened to know where to be. Tyler was trying to keep her from leaving. He already knew who she was by then and that they needed her.

- Rowan was so conflicted he didn’t deserve to die. He was just trying to protect people

- The way she scrambled over to him even after he tried to kill her :(

- YALL I LOVE THIS SHOW WTF 😭

[lovelycleon]

Hello there

I recently had a horrific argument because some people can’t let a ship just be a ship. I genuinely have my fun and love for Cleon and it getting attacked was too much. However the person I got into a fight with also told me to count up 3 reasons why they should work. And I couldn’t believe that I had to think about it and it took longer than it should have. Out of curiosity…if you had to count up three reasons what would it be?

Hello!

I'm pretty sure I've already answered a question like this at some point, or at least the answer is spread out somewhere in several of my posts over the last 3 years.

But don't worry, I will try to make a short summary of the 3 things about Cleon that would make them work as a couple:

1.They have a lot in common.

Although their work occupies most of Leon and Claire's lives, through the franchise they have shown very similar everyday interests and hobbies:

Such as love for motorcycles. Capcom made Leon and Claire the official bikers of the franchise, always putting little references here and there in games and movies;

Their whole style. The taste for custom leather jackets, obviously, but also many other alternative outfits. Believe me, of almost all of Claire's costumes, Leon has one somewhere to match.

Even the same kind of sense of humor, with similar one liners, bad good jokes and literary references that I posted here many times before;

It would be easy to imagine what their life together would be like outside of work, on a daily basis with so much in common and the banter they have when they are together.

2.They have the same morals.

Despite following different paths in the fight against bioterrorism, Leon and Claire carry the same code on how to act in certain situations:

Like the idea that both have already stated about not giving up the fight in the name of their comrades who died alongside them (Damnation, Heavenly Island);

The strong will to protect those in need, like Sherry, Ashley and others, no matter how impossible the mission seems or what has to be done;

Not blindly believing in something and always questioning and digging deep when something doesn't feel right (Degeneration, Infinite Darkness);

Trying to understand all sides of the situation and even sympathizing with some of the villains they faced (Annette, Rodrigo, Jason, Buddy, Dr. Taylor and more);

Along with many others, sharing these characteristics can bring stability to their relationship. Having them always on the same page, knowing what each one stands for.

3.They can understand each other.

Besides the shared trauma in Raccoon City, Leon and Claire went through very similar traumatic events even on different missions years apart and, in one way or another, felt the same type of pain:

Being kidnapped, infected and subjected to a race against time to save themselves and others (RE4 and REvelations 2);

Having to see their superiors whom they trusted (and are somewhat emotionally involved) become monsters obsessed with power. (Neil and Krauser)

Being used, mistreated and framed... Leon by the government and its corruption; Claire (along with terrasave) by willpharma and later on by Neil and the FBC;

Witnessing friends sacrifice themselves for them... some even in a very similar way: like Gabe and Mike exploding in a helicopter while Claire and Leon can only watch;

Don't get me wrong, a lot of RE characters have trauma and they all can bond through that, it's undeniable. But here, about Leon and Claire, I'm not just talking about "what happened and their reaction", but also HOW it happened and the physical and psychological similarities of each event for them. As if the narrative chooses to create parallels between them.

And this opens the door for a deep interactions (like the one in Degeneration) that can add new layers to their relationship and find comfort in each other.

Now just let me give you a little bonus (because I would like to write a lot more, but that is already too far from the short summary I promised)

4.Their amazing chemistry.

Haters will always try to deny it (and that's expected since they are haters), but the chemistry between Leon and Claire is great.

Not just the way they look and smile at each other, but how they act together and how they care for each other. I mean, Capcom didn't write scenes like Claire's big smile when she sees that Leon is okay, or Leon giving up of himself for Claire's safety, or them flirting cracking jokes in the middle of a zombie outbreak, or running and screaming each of their name in despair as soon as they see the other is injured for nothing.

It's to highlight their chemistry. The chemistry they are writing for Cleon.

Again, haters will always deny it, because it's inconvenient for them, but it's there.

Leon and Claire love and care for each other deeply, they can have fun hobbies, overcome hardships and find comfort together. The entire basis for a healthy relationship is there, written by the devs at Capcom themselves.

We just need to wait and see what they do with it.

[busycucumbermelon]

Five vampire siblings, with one obsession

Summary : you never thought that your standoff-ish attitude and how you learned to behave at Sunshine Academy would backfire on you, especially in this way: having five people obsessed with you was far from easy.

Warning: blood,broken bones, very traumatized reader, vampires, threatening, sketchy jobs/illegal jobs, tell me if I missed any

Description of a Demi humans just in case Demi-humans once looked like animals, but have morphed over generations into human-like beings with animalistic features. story starts below this.I hope you love it or at least like it.🥰😊

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If you want a series or something with these characters, please give me ideas or requests as I'm not really sure what to do with them. Additionally, if you see that I have misspelled any names or the spelling isn't similar, please let me know as I'm unsure how to properly spell them and have been winging it myself.

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Since you were six, you lived at Sunshine Academy, trained with Demi-human to serve owners. Occasionally, they allowed humans for tests, experiments, or their underground fighting ring, where many patrons enjoyed watching humans being pummeled to the ground. You survived it all, but the Academy decided to sell you off since you weren't making enough money for them. Everyone knew you'd survive, which ultimately led you to your current situation.

With your best friend becoming a  servant, to two of your five new owners - although you preferred to call them kidnappers - you struggled to adapt to this new life as one of their prized possessions.

Sadly, your indifference toward pain, your fighting skills, your ability to quickly solve problems, and your inability to be vulnerable with anyone besides your best friend - their servant - ultimately ended up pushing them all to the point of obsession. In their minds, you had no flaws except for that one: you didn't know how to be vulnerable with anyone other than your best friend. To them, you were the perfect plaything, and they used your skills and talents for their own benefit.

You also had a good mouth on you, and you weren't afraid to argue back with anyone, especially if you knew you were in the right. This often resulted in all of them being at each other's throats, which could be seen as both a win and a loss for them, and you.

This was a good opportunity to teach them how to share, which of course annoyed all of them. The only reason they were all together was because their mother had important news to share that she wanted to tell them at the right moment. In the meantime, the siblings tried to just sit it out so they could inherit the house. Well, it was not a house—it was a castle, and now, they had to deal with each other's constant presence on a daily basis, which was making them go stir-crazy.

Milmira and Marissa were the oldest siblings, and they were the new owners of your previous best friend, and still your best friend. This meant you spent a lot of time around the two of them, and luckily, they didn't feel like changing the name you had given him (Reiner) so that's the name he stuck with.

When you and Reiner first met, he was the same age as you—four years old. However, he had already been taken from his parents and sold into the Sunshine Academy.

Reiner was a ram Demi-human, and surprisingly enough, the two of you got along pretty well. Reiner was also the main reason you met some of your other friends back at Sunshine Academy.

Reiner, he became a servant to two people who would constantly interrupt your conversations and override the fact that the two of you were even talking. These two people would tell Reiner to either leave the room or to go do a menial task for them. Due to Sunshine Academy's intensive training, Reiner had a sense of loyalty and commitment, and he would do whatever he was told.

Marissa and Milmira were the only twins in the group, and they were used to sharing everything, including you. Without your knowledge, they had come to an agreement that they would also be sharing you. However, this arrangement felt like a complete surprise to you.

That's when you felt that you needed to take a break from them, or, well, try to do so to the best of your abilities. Even though you tried to find ways to distance yourself from them, the siblings had a discussion and decided to take away the room you had been designated. This meant you would have to hop rooms and sleep with one of the siblings or with a servant. However, luckily, you had made a bond with a few servants, which made your situation a little more bearable.

Occasionally, a sweet otter from the kitchen would allow you to share her bed or sleep on the floor in her room. You didn't mind sleeping on the ground, as it was something you had often done at Sunshine Academy. In addition, there was an overly clumsy deer who would let you sleep in his room at times, although it depended on whether he wanted you to or not. Of course, if neither of them wanted you to sleep with them, you would have to go to one of the siblings' rooms or Reiner's.

At times, when you would put up a fit, Reiner would get punished for it. This happened because the punishment would hit close to home for you. Additionally, since your training at the Sunshine Academy made you used to pain from them, they couldn't punish you by breaking bones or anything of that nature.

After a week of being standoffish and grumpy, while Reiner tried to calm you down and get used to his role as a servant, the twins instituted your first punishment: You don't remember much of the punishment itself, except Melmira giving you a soft apology before her fist met your ribs. Although you barely even said anything besides a small "Oh," you felt the crack and heard it, but you didn't move a muscle or indicate any signs of pain.

This unsettled all of them, as they were used to humans screaming in pain, while you just sat there. You didn't even move to stop her hand.

The twins each had very different reactions, as they were used to sharing everything, feelings included. Melissa, on one hand, was torn between feeling awfully proud and excited to see what else you could do, while simultaneously worrying what Sunshine Academy had taught you, as you were a human who shouldn't have been there in the first place. On the other hand, Milmira also felt worried and tried to bring up the topic, only for Melissa to brush it off.

In contrast, Milmira was worried about your closeness to Reiner from the beginning, as your attachment to him hinted at possible unresolved attachment issues. After she had broken your ribs, she became even more certain that something had happened at Sunshine Academy that the rest of the world was not aware of. Milmira was the more gentle and considerate twin.

Marissa and Melissa had vastly different reactions to seeing one of the siblings getting in trouble or drama occurring. While Melissa often wanted to stay out of it or watch from the sidelines, Marissa would cheer it on and add fuel to the fire. Meanwhile, whenever you tried to tell her that these situations aren't anything to be happy about, her excitement would often overpower any reasoning.

This was one of the reasons why the twins often got into long fights with their siblings, as well as one of the reasons they didn't like being in the castle—they were used to traveling and going wherever they liked. This would also be beneficial for their careers, although they had never told you about them, as none of them really informed you about their respective careers.

After a few days, you started to figure out more about them. You were used to studying people, especially since you held a high rank at the Sunshine Academy. On a few occasions, you slipped up and mentioned that you knew more than they had told you, and although no one said anything, your actions implied that you had been watching and studying them quietly.

Although Marissa never really noticed or paid attention to this, Melissa actually did take note. At first, Melissa thought you might just have a good memory or be observant, but now she had her suspicions. She knew that something was up, but she wasn't sure exactly what it was yet. She also didn't know if her siblings had discovered it either.

Krollien also discovered this, and he was the next to give you a punishment. However, before that happened, he decided to give you time for your ribs to heal and see if he could investigate your mysterious past and figure out what it was that you were hiding.

Krollien took this time to get to know you, much to the dismay of his head servant Jessie. You soon learned that Reiner was the twins' head servant, which meant he would have to be around them 24 seven, further limiting his interactions with those outside of this seemingly exclusive group.

This new information made you even more hyper aware of your surroundings, and how the rest of your stay would likely go, although none of them truly saw or noticed anything. You were, after all, quite good at bottling up your emotions, even with them all spending so much time with you.

Just one thing, to continue occupying your mind: why was everyone so upset about being in the castle, and why were they all supposed to be in the castle in the first place? Whatever it was, it seemed like it was taking forever...

While you wanted to figure out everyone and how you fit into their weird life, you knew you'd have to start with Krollien. Even though he was in a bad mood, his mood seemed to lighten when you were around. You soon realized that he hated being in the castle and seeing his siblings everywhere.

Whenever you tried asking him a direct question such as, 'How do you fit in to all of their weird lives? If they were all so obsessed with you and hated each other, how would they share?' He would simply laugh it off and tell you that you'd see in due time.

When he wasn’t trying to spend time with you, he was budgeting and doing other things you didn’t really understand. budgeting especially because at the time he was using terms, you didn’t get understand

In the middle of falling asleep,you would learn he ended up taking a vineyard to live in from one of his clients after not paying him back. this was when you started to have a grasp on what he actually did for work.

You thought you were pretty good at math so occasionally you’d offer to help him with something math involved. this was usually to Jesse’s dismay. as Krollien would always tell her to go away, so he could talk to you for a little bit free of interruptions

Even though this would often result in you teasing Krollien about his nickname for Jesse, which was "Bunny," something that he felt was supposed to demean her, you thought it was romantic and sweet, and you would occasionally bring it up when he annoyed you or if you wanted to annoy him in return. This would often make him frustrated and slightly embarrassed, and his response to this would always make you laugh.

Krollien’s frustration stemmed from the fact that his little sister, Lilybet, would often make the same joke before he left the castle. Although he might have found it amusing at first, it eventually began to grate on his nerves, especially as she continued to do it again and again.

The more she and lilybet got to know each other, the more she started to understand her circumstances. Lilybet didn't have a job outside of training servants - unlike her siblings who all had different illegal and legal jobs. When she wasn't training servants, she was mostly just trying to be the perfect daughter - something her mother did by having her wear very frilly dresses, which she constantly complained to you about.

Now she was starting to understand her siblings' worries, but she decided she would not worry about it too much and simply continue to get to know you. She was still competing with her siblings to see who’s official pet you would be - even though their mother told them to share, they all knew they weren't going to do that.

She especially hated the constant comments from her younger brother, Silus. Although they lived in the same house, there was still a sort of rivalry between them. All of the other siblings had already left and created their own estates, but the two of them remained there, waiting until their mother died to see who would get the estate. Still, this didn't mean there wasn't a lot of tension between them, with Silas always blackmailing her, and she doing the same in return.

Lily had a confusing behavior. After a hard, rough day, she wasn't usually very cuddly and often just wanted everyone to stay away from her. However, she let you stay. Occasionally, she wouldn't let you leave her arms after a really rough day. She would only get more and more annoyed if it wasn't her day with you.

Lilybet genuinely adored you, but when she had heard about her siblings hypotheses of your past could be she was less interested in how it affected you mentally and more about how it changed you physically. She knew you had a pain tolerance that was almost unbelievable. What else could you do? You didn't even flinch when your ribs were broken.

She brought you along on head servants' tests and training - occasionally giving references. One day, she decided that you would be the challenge - not as a real threat, but simply to teach the servants not to judge an opponent simply based on appearances. It happened only once, and something in you did change, although it was brief. For a second, Lilibet was genuinely scared for the servant's life.

Another person also saw you that day - albeit out of curiosity and a bit of fear. You're different than anything else that has ever been created or painted, making you much more intriguing. This made you even more special and the perfect subject to paint.

 Silas was an avid fan of art, specifically his interest in humans. He was very much into tattoos and the beauty of the human body. However, his tattoo-covered body always caused distress among his siblings and the mother. Still, he made it his goal in his business to show exactly that - the beauty of life in all its natural forms.

To you, his way of showing his affection to the world was definitely not beautiful. Silas would beg to differ, though, your days with him were mostly spent with him painting you. While he was kind of.... To put it simply, rude, his head servant told you that this is simply his way of showing he liked you. If he didn't, you would have been dead by now.

Silas didn’t praise often, and he was always filled with snarky responses; teasing manners; and occasional compliments on your features whenever he was painting you. In general, he was rude, and just a person you liked to stay away from. Unfortunately, you were now his household pet. While that word was very demeaning and beneath your status - no, you refuse to believe it - it seemed to be true.

You were not claiming yourself to be above any of the other servants in any way, shape or form. You didn't understand why this was happening to you. Why you had to be the chosen pet? Why not some other human? Why you?

Anyways, let's go back to Silus. We can talk more about the mental torment later.

Silas is very different compared to his siblings. He doesn't care what his mother thinks, and he barely cares about any of his siblings' opinions. His relationships with his siblings are relatively good besides Krollien - the two are completely different and hate each other, as they are complete opposites.

Just like the rest of his family members, he was not exactly a morning person. Silus was also different than his siblings when it came to restraining his strength with you, perhaps because of your past. Whatever the reason, he had a good excuse to not hold back when he was with you.

Whenever you tried to move out of his grasp, he would either pull you closer or tighten his grip on your waist. The twins would always comment on the purple hand marks on you, each sibling having their own way of putting their mark on you. However, these hand marks would last until you were with Silas again, right before he renewed them. These marks weren't even fully healed before they appeared again

Though the marks were not sexual in nature, you hated just lying there in bed. Silas, on the other hand, would happily stay in bed all day, unless it was for his work which he would brag about to you, or when he was painting. You were always his muse, but if you weren't there to model for him, his paintings would usually become inspired by nature instead. The only exceptions were when his siblings intervened because they were not letting him spend all of his time with you.

Silas wasn't always affectionate, but he would show a sudden softer side when it came to you. He would perform actions that were definitely out of character for him, and if anyone made a comment about how he did it for you, but not for someone else, they would not be around for very long afterwards.

Every one of Silas' siblings had their own 'special thing' they would do only for you. This moment only made their mother realize that she may have just made her own life a lot harder. She still saw you as a pet, but she feared that if she didn't have control over all her sons and daughters, they would continue to act as if you were on a pedestal, and she would lose any chance of gaining their true obedience.

Many of the family members, including Lilibet, had opinions on their mother that weren't very positive, many of them negative. Lilibet tried to gain her respect, but it was just for the money, and many of the servants had their own opinions on her - most of the opinions were not positive in the slightest. Their mother knew that you might just be the child who makes them realize that she doesn't offer them as much as they believe. In their minds, she is their mother, after all.

To the mothers, you weren't really much of a threat. You were a lowly human, and she could easily kill you if she wanted to. In the past, she had killed her children's previous human lovers after all. This time, however, something was different. Their infatuation with you quickly grew and turned into an obsession, and they could not seem to get you out of their minds - especially after you became aware of this obsession. It was hard to get five obsessed vampires away from a single human.

[pandorasword]

Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

Chaeri's masterlist

❒ members: OT7

❒ genre: Hurt/Comfort

❒ words: 5k+

❒ summary: In which Chaeri realizes that she took the wrong choice

❒ notes: Hi! Thank you very much for the request (which you can find here). I hope all this is not too much. I tried to write about something I haven't read about. Let me know if you enojoyed it somehow

❒ warnings: Yandere!Sasaeng fan; obsessive behavior; stalking; being locked up; lots of swearing; panic attack; mentions of pandemic; If you are uncomfortable with any of this topics please don't read

2020, pandemic period

She threw yet another tissue into the garbage can.

It had been days since she was unable to recover from that damn flu, even more damned because it had hit her at a time when humanity was so afraid of contracting any kind of virus, with good reasons, that she had been isolated immediately.

The dormitory usually shared with the rest of the members was now huge, silent and empty.

As soon as signs of the flu began to show (headache, hoarse voice, dripping nose) the managers and staff of the company were alarmed as never before.

They immediately arranged a hotel for the boys to stay in for the next indefinite period of time.

They had had the dormitory sanitized and reserved covid tests for everyone.

From that day on, every morning, the only person she saw was the nurse who, bundled head to toe in protective and safety gear, tested her to check her health.

And, like each day, that too had yielded the same result: Negative.

Although she was convinced it was a simple cold, precautions were never enough in times like those, so until she was recovered, she could not leave the apartment building where her dormitory was located.

The boys, in their own way, continued to take care of her and keep her company: They were often on video calls, texted her, watched movies together on 'Netflix Party' and always provided her lunch and dinner.

In Korea, fortunately, apartment buildings in more luxurious neighborhoods like theirs had actual lockers as mailboxes.

Generally these were used by deliverymen to drop off packages despite the residents' absence, but it had seemed like a good idea for everyone to use it for that other purpose.

They had several pairs of keys to open the mailbox, and on a daily basis, they left food, medicine, and little gifts there that they knew would lift her spirits.

All in all, the cold was better. She kept sneezing insistently after getting the covid test but then it would calm down through the day; what still plagued her was the burning in her throat that had resulted in a noticeable lowering of her voice.

By email, her doctor had reassured her: It was more than normal to lose her voice from a strong flu, especially if the vocal cords are already stressed due to external factors.

Of course her vocal cords were stressed, since she spent most of her life singing.

That morning she had felt well enough to shower as soon as she woke up, wash her hair and even curl it naturally with the hair dryer. Looking in the mirror, with her hair so wavy she almost didn't recognize herself. Since she joined the entertainment industry she kept getting it straightened, as Korean standards deemed girls prettier that way.

It was almost lunchtime, her stomach was beginning to claim a decent meal other than a bowl of cold milk and cereal, plus she had finished her supply of paracetamol the night before, the only pill that gave her a chance to feel her throat less sore and the fever low. She hoped with all her heart that the boys had brought her another package, as of that morning she had yet to hear from them, probably too busy with some project she would be behind on.

Wearing her mask and putting the keys of the dorm in her pocket, she approached to go out and walk down the stairs that would take her to the ground floor.

She avoided the elevator. As much as she knew she was tested negative and was wearing the mask, she did not want to risk leaving any germs in such a small, enclosed space.

Before she could reach her destination, a guy not much older than her, also wearing a mask to cover his mouth and nose, removed the earphones from his ears and twisted them around his cell phone, which he placed in the right pocket of his uniform. Then he left the broom in his hand, leaning it against the wall closest to him, "Excuse me, Miss Chaeri?"

Chaeri failed to recognize him immediately, but then realized: He was the janitor of the condominium. Before her arrival, he was probably busy cleaning the floor below the one she had come down from.

He had only been working there for a few months, as far as she knew, and, of course, had not had a chance to interact with him that often due to her busy schedule.

She cleared her throat before speaking, "Yes?"

"Sirs came by this morning. They were in hurry, miss, and left me a medicine packet to give you."

Oh, then her assumptions were true: The boys had been too busy to call on her. 

She smiled and hoped that from her eyes the guy in front of her could notice "Thank you"

"No problem" 

Chaeri was glad to see that the medicine packet the boy pulled out of his pocket was just what she needed.

As she reached out to get it, the broom that had been resting on the wall next to them fell, causing Chaeri to flinch backward and slam into the stair railing.

"Oh my God, are you hurt? I'm so sorry, I'm such a clumsy person" The janitor's eyes were the mirror of shame and mortification. He bent over and over in apology before picking up the tool from the floor.

"Don't worry about it! I'm not hurt, really" Chaeri's voice, due to her flu-like condition, was little more than a whisper, but she tried to let it out confidently enough to reassure the condo employee "Really, it's okay"

She politely waved to him before returning to the front door of the dorm. The boys had been nice to stop by even if quickly; she could not complain about not getting lunch. They were busy and had done far too much for her in those days. She would cook herself something with what she had in the fridge.

When she touched the pocket where the keys should have been, she went pale: empty

Could she really have left it inside? No, she could remember carrying it with her.

Maybe she had dropped it earlier when she had hit her hip.

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Downstairs, however, the janitor's heart was beating so fast he could even feel it in his throat.

A mixture of excitement and fear, admiration and love. He held his hand tightly around the keys in his pocket, which he had picked up from the ground when he had taken up the broom. The idea that soon Chaeri would notice and most likely ask for his help made him thrilled.

Helping Chaeri, protecting Chaeri, loving Chaeri.

There was nothing else he wanted to do in life.

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As Chaeri rummaged through her pockets, the janitor watched her intently. He knew that this was his moment to shine, his moment to show her that he could be the one to take care of her, to protect her from anything that could harm her.

He stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder, and she turned to face him. The look on his face was one of concern and care

"Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice soft and husky as he took a step back "Sorry I tapped you without permission, I tried to call you but you didn't hear me" false, but Chaeri, so caught up in her thoughts about the keys, thought it was quite possible that she hadn't heard him.

"I seem to have lost my keys," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The janitor smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, I'll help you find them" he said, leading her back down the stairs.

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"How is this even possible" Chaeri complained.

They searched down all the stairs, all the floors, even the upper ones despite the fact that she had not gone there, but there were no sign of her keys.

She had no phone with her to alert someone of the staff to help her.

Taken by stress, by the trembling that was returning to shake her from the end of the effect of the previous night's medication, she sat on the stairs

"I'm sure we'll find the keys, miss."

"I'm sorry, I don't even know your name and I'm causing you a lot of trouble."

"No problem, and by the way, I'm Kyong."

"Kyong, thank you for what you're doing to help me"

He could not help but blush, yet he hoped to hide it as best he could. His name spoken by Chaeri sounded so good.

"I see you are not well, do you want to rest in the porter's lodge? You can take the pill, I'll bring you something to eat while you wait for someone who can open the door for you."

"Aren't you afraid of covid?"

"Do you have covid?

"No, I'm negative."

"Then nothing to fear" That reassuring smile on his lips again.

"I'd love to."

But she wouldn't love it at all

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As she followed Kyong to the porter's lodge, Chaeri couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She had never spent time alone with a stranger before, and she didn't know if she could trust him. But her flu-like symptoms were worsening by the minute, and she knew she needed to rest and take her medication.

Kyong was kind enough to bring her some soup and water, which she gratefully accepted.

She mentally told herself that she was a fool to think that someone in his position, the janitor of such an upscale apartment building, could be dangerous in any way...Right? She promised herself not to let the past make her prejudiced about people, that was probably what made her feel tense. 

So she tried to be as relaxed as possible and enjoy the warmth of the room in which she was.

"Thank you for the soup, Kyong"

"It's my pleasure, Miss Chaeri"

Without being asked, the guy sat down next to her, right by her side.

"You might catch a cold if you stay this close to me" was the first thing she thought of saying, to try to put some distance between them.

Kyong could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he sat next to Chaeri, trying to control his emotions. He knew he had to be careful, to not reveal his true feelings for her too soon. He wanted to take care of her, to be the one to make her feel safe and loved. But he knew that he had to earn her trust first.

"I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable" he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay, and that you have everything you need."

Chaeri looked up at him, her eyes clouded with fever. "That's kind of you, but please don't sit so close to me. It makes me feel a little claustrophobic"

Kyong quickly stood up, apologizing for his intrusion.

Chaeri sighed with relief as Kyong retreated to a corner of the room, giving her some space. She sipped her soup, feeling grateful for his kindness, but also wary of his intentions. She thought maybe it would be better to finish eating, ask for his phone to call someone of the staff, and get out of that room.

The door to the porter's lodge, however, was open. There was nothing he could do to her.

As she finished her soup, Kyong couldn't help but watch her every move, his eyes filled with longing. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, that he should respect her boundaries and keep his distance, but he couldn't help himself. Chaeri was just too beautiful, too perfect to resist.

"Would you mind lending me your cellphone? I'd like to call someone so they can open the door for me."

The boy's face became serious, or rather sad. His eyes reflected disappointment

"Sorry, I forgot my cellphone at home this morning."

When he saw Chaeri's eyes widen in realization, he knew he fucked up.

He did remember only after that she saw him with his headphones on not long before.

He got up quickly before she could and slammed the front door, locking it fast. He could not risk losing his chance with her, not because he told her an innocent lie

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Oh no, no, no. Not again.

She couldn't be locked in a room again with a man who wanted to hurt her.

Her senses were slightly dulled by the illness, but she tried to keep calm despite the panic quivering to take over.

'Be smart this time,' she repeated to herself, 'Don't make him suspicious'

“I’m so sorry Chaeri. I didn't mean to lie to you” The boy was desperate "I only did it so I could spend more time with you. I-I think I've been in love with you for a long time."

Although tears were pressing to leave her eyes, she tried to smile at him in a convincing way "Really?" she sounded a little choked up

Kyong moved from the door, took steps toward her "Yes, Chaeri. I know a lot of people tell you that but ... I really feel it. I've been watching you since I got here, I took this job for you! Do you really think I wanted to mop the floor in my life?" His voice began to rise a few tones "No! But I did it for you. For you."

"I am so lucky to..." a tear of fear slid down her face, she could not hold it back "to have such a person in my life."

Kyong took another step toward her, "From my window I can see the balcony of your house. I think it's the kitchen, although the glass is a little too dark to be sure. I saw that every morning you eat the same cereal: kellogg's choco krave. Don't you?"

"Yeah, I like them a lot"

"I had guessed it. I started eating them every morning too. I'm allergic to chocolate but nothing an epinephrine shot can't fix."

He was fucking insane.

She wished she could have slapped herself for the shitty decision she had made in following him. She had asked for it. That's what her mom would have told her. She asked for it.

Chaeri tried to sound interested in what he was saying, hoping to buy herself some time.

"That's interesting, Kyong. I didn't know you were allergic to chocolate. That must be tough."

Kyong's eyes lit up with delight. "Yes, it is. But for you, I'll do anything."

"Would you unlock the door, too, if I asked you to?"

"Why?

"You're my fan, did I get that right?"

"Your biggest and most devoted fan."

"So you must know that I am claustrophobic and need a lot of space and ..air"

He thought about it for a few seconds, as if digging through his memory to find the information Chaeri had just told him

"No, you're not"

"Yes. I am."

"You are not, Chaeri. Are you trying to get away from me? I gave you medicine, I fed you, I treated you well. Are you not satisfied? Do you want me to do more? I mean, what more do I have to do to show you my love!?" She tried to push him away as he clung to her, bringing his hands around her waist. "Do I have to kiss you to make you understand? Do I have to make you feel..do I have to make you feel how aroused I am to have you here locked with me?"

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Meanwhile, all 7 of the boys had completed their morning activities. Since it was early afternoon and they were familiar with the girl's habits, they had dropped by a bakery to buy her some sweet honey bread.

Divided into three different cars, which would patiently wait in front of the apartment building, the boys broke into it to drop off the dessert to the female member of the group.

"Maybe we should have bought her more," said Jimin, who was holding the bag. The only noise was his voice and everyone's shoes crunching along the mopped and waxed floor.

"Jimin-ah, it's a pound of bread, I think it will be enough for more than a day."

"Well, when she's sick Chaeri finds comfort in food so I wou-" the guy's voice froze when, opening the dormitory mailbox, he saw that the envelope with the medicine and lunch they had left that morning for Chaeri was still there

"What's going on?" Hobi stepped forward, getting himself next to his friend, and he too was amazed by what he saw

"What?!" Jungkook asked impatiently.

"Chaeri didn't pick up her lunch today."

The boys exchanged worried glances. They knew Chaeri well enough to know that she never missed a meal, especially when she was sick.

"We should call her" Namjoon suggested.

"No, I tried calling her when we were in the car. She didn't answer" Jin replied, his voice laced with concern.

"Maybe she's just sleeping," Taehyung offered optimistically.

But the uneasy feeling in the pit of their stomachs wouldn't go away. They knew something was wrong.

Jimin grabbed the bag of honey bread and made his way to their apartment, followed closely by the others.

They knocked only once before deciding to come in to notice that all the rooms were empty. Chaeri's phone was on the bed still undone, her unfolded pajamas on the pillow, and a half-full glass on the nightstand.

Definitely a house that had not been planned to leave

"Before we panic, we could ask the janitor if he saw her come by. She can't be just vanished" Yoongi said, trying to keep calm.

Everyone agreed except on the 'before we panic' because, by then, they were all panicking.

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While Chaeri's fear completely froze her, making her forget the self-defense lessons she had taken, a sound from across the room brought more tears to her eyes.

Someone was knocking on the door. She would have screamed if only her voice allowed it, to let whoever was on the other side know that she was there, in the arms of a fucking psychopath

Kyong quickly covered her mouth with his hand "Don't make a sound. I want to spend more time with you"

The knocking grew louder, more urgent

"Please" she managed to say despite his hand 

"Shh, it's just someone at the door. They'll go away soon," he whispered, stroking her hair.

But the knocking didn't stop.

"Is there anyone in? Please, we just need to talk for a minute."

Namjoon's voice called out like a beacon of hope, so loud and powerful that Chaeri felt it down to her core. With newfound strength and courage, she instinctively grabbed Kyong's hand and bit hard into one of his fingers, tasting the metallic tang of blood on her tongue.

He moved his hand away abruptly, gripped by pain. In his eyes she could see all the disappointment he was feeling at that moment. The Chaeri he knew (who thought he knew) was kind, polite, and sweet. She would never hurt him. She would never try to run away from someone who loved her.

"Namjoon!" She strained her voice as much as she could to be heard by the boy on the other side of the wall. 

He was there, and probably the rest of the boys, Chaeri thought.

She was not alone.

"This is not you. You would not be so ungrateful. They are the ones influencing you am I r-"

"Go fuck yourself, you creep." Chaeri interrupted Kyong's speech, her voice now filled with anger. "You don't know me. You don't know anything about me. I am not some object for you to possess. You have no right to keep me here like this, get a goddamn life of your own."

Kyong's expression shifted from disappointment to rage. He lunged at her, but Chaeri was prepared this time. With a quick movement, she dodged him and ran towards the door. The knocking had stopped, but she could hear voices from the other side.

"Open the door! Namjoon, open the door!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Kyong caught up to her and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her back. "After everything I've done for you," He also seemed to have tears in his eyes "But I'm not angry with you. I couldn't. You just have to be a good girl and tell your friends that you are here by your own will. You don't want anything bad to happen to me, do you?"

The blood from the finger bitten by Chaeri now smeared her hair, Kyong though did not seem to want to let go of her.

The girl's vision was clouded by tears, but she could clearly hear the voices of the worried boys and the jostling they were doing at the door to enter. "Say it" He commanded her in a more authoritative voice, clenching his fist of curly hair tighter 

"I am not here by my own will and someone call the fucking police" she said loud enough to be heard.

"You ungrateful bitch," he spat out, raising his hand to strike her.

But before he could make contact, the door suddenly burst open, and all 7 boys rushed into the room, their expressions a mix of anger and relief.

It wasn't quite clear to her what happened in those moments immediately after the door was opened.

The adrenaline that had kept her alert up to that moment flowed out of her body in one go.

She did not know how, nor who followed her out first of that room into the lobby of the apartment building.

Her world was a blur. She couldn't focus on anything even though she tried to make her eyes see something, anything she could latch on to.

The sounds of the street outside were distant, but to her they were close and overpowering. And inside, the sounds of yelling and screaming were deafening, she imagined that the entire world was fucking screaming.

She trembled violently, her body curling in like she was trying to make herself as small as possible. Her arms hugging her body like a vice.

Her heart raced and her breathing was shallow and ragged as the panic attack took hold of her body, plunging her into a state of sheer terror.

Two heavy hands grabbed her shoulders, making her entire body shudder in fear. She staggered back and suddenly fell to her knees, screaming wildly at the top of her lungs, "Don't touch me! Get away from me!" Tears streaming down her face, she did not recognize the arms that wanted to wrap around her and comfort her were Hobi's and not Kyong's.

Hobi's heart shattered as he saw the state that Chaeri was in. Her body was convulsing, and her screams were endless. He wanted to touch her, to hold her, to tell her that everything was going to be alright. But he knew that he had to be patient. He had to wait for her to calm down before he could do anything else.

He knelt down beside her, his hand hovering above her shoulder, waiting for her to acknowledge his presence. Chaeri's screams slowly faded into whimpers, and her body stopped shaking. Hobi took that as a sign and gently placed his hand on her shoulder.

"It's okay, Chaeri," he whispered softly. "You're safe now."

Chaeri's eyes slowly opened, and she stared at Hobi, her gaze vacant and lost. Hobi saw the fear and confusion in her eyes, and it broke his heart.

But instead of staying on him, her eyes wandered blankly among the faces around her. Some standing, some kneeling on the ground as she did. Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jin were missing. She did not want to know what they were doing to Kyong.

"He knew. He knew I was sick, he bought me medicine saying that you came by and left it for me. He knew I would be locked out of the apartment, he knew I would follow him, because ... I asked for it" Chaeri spoke with a surrendered calmness that did not seem natural to that still frightened body "I asked for it," she repeated, looking at Taehyung. He who knew more about her past than anyone. He had to be disappointed. 

Her mother had always been right, it had always been her own fault.

"I asked for it" the calm with which she had spoken vanished again, plunging back into panic.

Taehyung's heart broke at Chaeri's words. He knew she had a history of blaming herself for everything that went wrong in her life. He took Hobi's place in front of her, who moved only a step further. "Look at me, Chaeri"

Instead of the disappointment she expected, she saw only sadness in his eyes "It was never your fault" he spoke softly "I... I promised you that I would never let anything happen to you ever again." 

"And you came"

"I did, but not as soon as I had to"

Jimin approached them, his hand reaching out to brush her hair away from her face "Let's go home, shall we?”

She nodded weakly, her senses numbed from the shock and sadness.

As tears streamed down her face, the ache in her throat intensified to an unbearable level. Her eyes met those of Jungkook - the only boy missing from the group not including the older ones -.

The intensity in his gaze searing into her soul; his fists white knuckled from the effort it took to stay still; the sadness and heartbreak written over his features as he was trying so hard to not cry.

“Jungkook," Hobi's authoritative voice cut through the silence to bring him to his senses "Let's take Chaeri home."

He could do nothing but nod, his throat too tight to speak.

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Jin put the hair dryer down and stepped back, surveying his work. Chaeri's hair was now straight and silky as she asked, shining under the light of the bathroom. He gave her a little smile

"There you go, all done" 

"Thank you, oppa" Jin lowered himself just enough to leave a kiss right in the middle of her head.

She stood up from the chair and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were still red and puffy from crying, but she felt a little better after the warm shower and Jin's hair styling. Even better in knowing that from that evening the boys would start staying at the dormitory again.

They expressly made it clear to the staff that if, unfortunately, any of them caught a virus then they would all be quarantined together. They were not going to leave her alone anymore. 

"Hey, how is it going here? I hope he didn't burn all your hair with the straightener." Jimin walked into the room and sat on the edge of the bath.

Chaeri chuckled softly, shaking her head. "No, it looks great"

"Of course it looks great! I was the one who styled it!"

They were obviously trying to make the atmosphere softer.

Namjoon  joined them too, holding a bag of ice against his cheek. Chaeri could see that he had a bruise forming on his jaw "What happened to your face?” 

"Kyong fought back."

Chaeri gasped "Is he-"

"He's in police custody," Yoongi interrupted, walking into the bathroom "We won't hear from him again, that's for sure"

"Okay, okay. What is this bathroom becoming? Where did the privacy go? Is this by any chance a cabinet meeting?"

"Oh my God Jin, that was sleazy"

"Awful"

"But where do you get such bad jokes?"

Chaeri felt her chest feeling lighter as she listened to the members, her family, bickering as always. She needed that sense of normality

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Jungkook had been sitting in the living room for what felt like hours, his mind racing with thoughts of Chaeri and what she had gone through. He couldn't bear the thought of her being hurt like that. In addition, in the lobby of the condominium he was so overwhelmed that he couldn't move a muscle toward her. He was tremendously ashamed of this.

He heard footsteps approaching and looked up to see Chaeri walking into the room. She looked tired, but she forced herself to smile softly when she saw him. He took a seat next to him on the couch. "I don't think I will be able to sleep in my room tonight.- Or to just sleep, I guess."

"We.."He swallowed nervously. He failed to protect her and even looking into her eyes reminded him of how much he damned himself for that. "We can stay on the couch all night if you want."

Chaeri nodded, grateful for the offer. She scooted a little closer to him, feeling comfort in his presence. Silence hung over the room, the only sound being the faint hum of the air conditioning.

Jungkook's mind was racing, trying to come up with the right words to say to her. "You know," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "I never knew what it meant to feel truly helpless until I saw what happened to you. It broke my heart, Chaeri, to see you go through that. I wasn't there and I.. hate it"

"You're here now, and that's all that matters."

As the minutes wore on, the rest of the members began to filter into the living room one by one. Taehyung came in first, sitting on the floor, leaning his back against the couch. He looked up to smile at her.

Hoseok and Jin joined them next, settling in on the other side of Jungkook. Namjoon claimed the space next to Chaeri, at his side soon took his place Yoongi. Jimin was the last to come, loaded with blankets for everyone, which he distributed one by one. Only later did he go and sit beside Tae.

She leaned into Namjoon, who draped an arm around her shoulders, holding her close.

The night went on and she couldn't feel safer than that.

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[myobmaya]

Ok but can we just talk about something about Mr. Munson over here? And when I say something I specifically mean that necklace of his.

Eddie Munson has his statement pieces that simply make him… him.

•He had the rings that he wore on a daily basis that he only took off just after showering simply to dry them off only to slip them back on.

•The tattoos that he got from the cheap tattoo shop just outside of Hawkins because what guitarist doesn’t have some sweet tats.

•That head full of hair that he literally just shakes once out of the shower and calls it a day

•And the guitar pic necklace that he made after getting tired of losing it after one too many shows.

Eddie had his statement pieces. And you loved every single one. Especially the one that hung around his beautiful neck. He wasn’t oblivious to your infatuation with it. In fact he’d ask you about it after the first couple of times he’d see you toy with it which you’d only shrug off— you, yourself, still not knowing completely what it was that had you obsessed with it.

It would start off with you tangling your fingers around it during random make out sessions. Your hands would find there way up his chest and to his neck where it always rested. The way you could feel the chain roll into each other only to separate before you’d leave them alone snaking your fingers into his hair. Then it turned into you getting more bold and gripping onto it and using it to pull him down while he hovered over you. Something about the way one piece of jewelry could control his movements had your hips rolling under his and a whimper falling out of your mouth.

Eddie began to notice that it wasn’t just when you two were intimate that you’d be handsy with his necklace. Anytime you hugged him you would subconsciously run a hand down his neck until you felt the pic under his shirt. Thumbing over it before pressing a sweet kiss to his lip. Whenever he would pull you into his lap and have you tucked beside him your finger always managed to end up rolling the chain between your fingers while watching the horror movie he’d rent for the night. It eventually turned into somewhat of a habit for you to toy with anytime you were laid across his lap. Eddie didn’t think anything of it, in fact he swore his heart swelled up each time your delicate fingers found it from under his shirt.

Eddie knew your love for his necklace. At first he was confused. He couldn’t understand your infatuation with it as it was one of his makeshift inventions after too many frustrating nights of having to look for it. But it wasn’t until you were sitting on his lap, shirt tossed across the room that the lightbulb finally turned on. His hands that were roaming across your body stopped as they went up to yours that were holding his necklace. Still sucking on your lip, he swiftly took off the chain causing you to break away.

Before you could even question what he was doing the brown eyed boy had put the jewelry piece around your neck and clasped it together. Leaning back into the couch his bottom lip was tucked in under his teeth as a grin painted his face.

“Eds—-“

His finger silenced you as he marveled how beautiful the metal chain looked against your skin. The purple marks that scattered along your neck down to your chest matched perfectly as if you were a work of art that screamed his.

“Alright, now I get it,” Eddie mused out loud. You furrowed your eyes in a bunch as you watched his hand trail up your stomach, brush over your nipple and finally rest on the pic that sat upon you.

Turning the tables on you Eddie was the one to wrap his finger around the chain and leaned you forward to him. Your hands steadied on the back of the couch as he kissed both of your breast running his nose along your neck. You leaned your head back feeling his tongue trace lazy circles up and down your neck before stopping right below the chain.

“The necklace is hot,” Eddie grinned finally finishing his previous statement. He tongued the chain taking it into his mouth and bit down on you causing a loud moan to fill the air. The contrast between the cool metal mixed with his warm tongue had you gripping onto his shoulders and pulling him closer as if it were possible.

Eddie was right. The necklace was hot. It proved to be more useful later that evening when he had you on your stomach and used it as leverage to pull you up against his chest. He made sure to be careful and not cut off your air supply but he used it to apply just enough pressure to have you begging for release. He’d be a lying man if he didn’t say that the sweet tears that ran down your face and pooled down to where the pic laid would be a picture he’d never forget.

Eddie Munson had his statement pieces. His necklace was a main factor. He never took it off except when he played of course. But he’d eventually go on to make a new set for himself seeing that he couldn’t stand to watch you take it off and return it back to him after one too many times.

One day he’d put it on you with a messy “E” carved in on the back of the pic and finally put it on you with the intent of never taking it off again.

[dont-look-up-at-the-sky]

(reblogging from the toxic yaoi tournament poll) @rabbityshen I've noticed your tags and I'd like to share my thoughts on this, just because you raised a good argument and not to make you change your mind! I hope it's fine!

My point is, while on a first look it could seem that Suzaku and Lelouch started as a sweet and functional friendship, I don't quite agree looking more in depth at their relationship since the very beginning.

They've met as 10 years old when Lelouch was sent as an hostage to the Kururugi shrine. They were sons of the leaders of two nations at the opposite sides of an impending war, so bounded to be enemies by birth.

Now, Lelouch was an already traumatised child, he had seen his mother die and his sister becoming blind and crippled after the attack, then was abandoned and strumentalised by his father. Japanese were no kind to him to say the least—I mean, being secluded in a, what was it, an old shed, with really poor care for the children wellbeing except for the basic needs to make them stay alive because they were useful pawns? He was beaten on a daily basis, insulted and stepped on. He was followed by men who stood by and watched as he was being battered since their job was not to be his bodyguards but only to prevent him from killing himself, damn!, as if it were a perfectly reasonable and contemplated eventuality that no one cared to avoid by providing a bit of support, but just by blocking him from committing suicide if he ever tried! A 10 years old kid.

In a word, he was miserable. And at the very start was Suzaku any different than all the other Japanese? No. He bullied, beated and insulted him. He called him a weakling, he also said to him that he didn't even have the right to address him and speak to him, because he was the son of the Prime Minister and Lelouch a nobody. Sign that he was somewhat aware of the disparity between them and that he was taking advantage of that power unbalancement rooted to those racial differences and political issues that would soon escalate into war. Obviously as a kid he couldn't really understand all of this, he was just mimicking the adults, and let me stress that I don't want to condemn him, I LOVE his character, and if I don't go into a more detailed analysis here it's just because it's not the point of my argument.

What I intend to say is that not only they didn't start "on the right foot", but the premise of their future friendship was already bitter. That rivalry had more serious roots than that of the two usual kids that at the beginning don't get along well. Yes, Suzaku soon regrets being cruel to him, take pity on him and decides instead that he "must protect him". But the fact itself that a child as broken as Lelouch was immediately grew attached to whom until the day before was his BULLY speaks of emotional issues. It's because of Suzaku that he realises that since his mother died he too wasn't laughing anymore, not just Nunnally. He needed that friendship as you need water (pun intended, if you've watched the OVAs :D).

Then the war broke out. They even spent a short time surviving together in the middle of a war-torn country covered in ashes, blood and corpses, a traumatising experience that can really bond two (three, in this case) people in an extremely strong, visceral way. What makes so important the shared memory of that "summer of joy" is that it's been the last glimpse of their innocent childhood before it was brutally stripped from them. If it wasn't for that, it would be almost laughable the level of mutual obsession they have for each other only on the basis of– what, a few months spent playing together and having fun as if they were two normal kids that briefly met on a summer camp 7 years before?

To Lelouch, Suzaku has been his last chance at being still a child when he was already miserable, a light in the dark. To Suzaku, though, Lelouch has been probably a sunset before nightfall, since everything started to collapse for him the moment they met (in this regard, I find it "funny" how Lelouch has been the unintentional cause of it, since him and Nunnally presence was just a trap, a false sign of submission and guarantee of peace on Britannia's part to make Japan lower their defenses. Which is why the sudden attack was so effective. Japan was no weak, actually it was an economically powerful nation (the most) with strong alliances, they've been just caught by surprise).

Then they meet again as 17 years old, they even become schoolmates, but by then they're already denied the chance to truly be just normal, functional friends, since they're unknownly enemies.

To quote Suzaku own thoughts, a pov that takes place BEFORE the SAZ massacre and Euphemia's death, and which proves that deep inside he already knew Zero's true identity (for how long?),

An accident of birth tied you to me as my first enemy, and now… you have become the worst friend I’ve ever had.

:,)))

[chatonnoir]

hi i wanted to let you know i have been into miraculous literally since PV days but have strayed from the fandom since around season 2-3 when "salt" stuff started getting really popular. i was tired of seeing my favorites being mangled beyond recognition to fit some weird revenge fantasy, so i just stopped. recently though i missed the blorbos. its people like you who genuinely love the show and the characters that have made my more recent experiences incredibly lovely and fulfilling. thank u :]

Aw thank you honey :’) truly as someone who got a little in to ML in 2016 and enjoyed the cute fan content and saw how much fans praised it but didn't keep up with it, only to come back to it a couple of seasons later and see how insane the fandom had become over those few years .... it is truly exhausting and baffling to see what people do to the show now. Ig this is the danger of too much self-projection and a lack of critical thinking. Even people who claimed to be done with the show in season 4 continue to run blogs obsessed with """criticizing""" the show for the stupidest and most petty things possible on a daily basis, instead of just ... walking away from it if it doesn’t appeal to them anymore. It can really give you a headache.

But it all makes me think of that one quote from the end of Ratatouille (the movie which is indisputably Pixar Animation Studios' magnum opus): "the bitter truth we critics must face, is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so." ML as a show means so much to so many people of all age groups and backgrounds across the world. ML is far more meaningful and loved and contributes far more to the world than any random schmuck's salt post/fic/comic/video essay about it on the internet. ML is a sweet show! It's a cute and fun show! It's a kind show about emotions and relationships (platonic and romantic) and the power of love but isn’t designated as a Girls Show(TM), as shows with these themes often are, so boys are watching it too! And it shows us a male superhero being soft and sensitive and a hopeless romantic and in touch with his emotions without shame and a female superhero who loves him for it! Which is so important!

Similar kids cartoons when I was growing up, things like Danny Phantom, always had the romance as not an A or B or even a C plot but basically a Z plot. Literally on the back burner. An afterthought. Not something that was created out of passion and a belief that the characters would love each other and rather just thrown in because a main heterosexual relationship for the protagonist Has to be there, for some reason. Romantic moments would be limited to The Romance Episode(TM), wherein the "romantic development" is just like ... the characters accidentally held hands or kissed or something, and would often boil down to "this boy and girl are friends so OBVIOUSLY they have to like each other," without ever really showing me why they actually love each other. And don't get me started on allll the pieces of media with a forced heterosexual romance that is little more than "this male and female character have romantic and sexual tension because they're a male and female character." Or all the pieces of animated kids media where the main male character immediately likes the main female character because she's The Pretty One (As much as I love ATLA and k/ataang, even ATLA did this in the first episode). This all always felt so lacking to me as someone who was so enamored by love even as a kid.

Then comes along ML. Chat Noir didn't fall for Ladybug because he saw her and was taken with how she was Pretty. We know he thinks she's beautiful but he was completely unaffected by this fact when he first met her!!! It wasn't until he saw her stand up to evil that he fell for her! A male character falling for a female character not because Wow She Pretty but because of her bravery and cleverness and determination to stand up to evil and do good? That shouldn't be groundbreaking but it is!!! And it's beautiful!!! And Marinette didn't fall for Adrien because he was The Hot Guy or The Cool Hero or just because he's the male character and she's the female character so she just Has To. She fell for him when she saw his vulnerability and kindness!!! I would've LOVED to have grown up with a show like ML.

God the romance? I’ve never seen so much delicious Yearning in any other western kid’s cartoon. The door scene? Hoowee.... The way each of them so desperately wants the other to see both sides of them. The ending scene of Glaciator, when Ladybug is supposed to be “rejecting” Chat Noir and Chat Noir is supposed to be giving her a platonic cheek kiss, and yet it’s one of the sweetest and most utterly romantic scenes in the show. The sad undertone of Ladynoir, of being best friends but not being able to know a single thing about each other’s lives. The pure romance of the umbrella scene. The coup de foudre.

And it doesn't matter if the episode is romance-centric or not because ML has given us a male and female hero duo with so much genuine love and affection for each other that it's palpable in every episode from the very first season (especially if you’re watching in French lmao). Just... the sweet way they talk to each other, where you can hear their fondness for each other in their voices. The way they tease and roast each other. The petnames. The way they support and protect and take care of each other in and out of battles (specific moments like Ladybug looking after and reassuring Scaredy-cat Chat Noir in Reverser and Chat Noir putting Ladybug’s yo-yo over her mouth for her so she could breathe underwater in Truth make me so insane). The whole concept of “them against the world.” The way that even while loving Ladybug, Chat Noir has no problem telling her when he disagrees with her. The way they will have disagreements/conflicts that are completely in line with their established character traits and weaknesses, but aren’t able to stay mad at each other for more than a minute because of their softness for each other, and always come back from it because above all else they care about and love each other. It’s so unmatched. That’s love bitch

Speaking of how their conflicts are completely in line with their established character traits and weaknesses - the characters are incredibly deep and human and consistently written with motivations and personalities and flaws that all make so much sense! And they’ve developed so much since the start of the show! And the two protagonists mean so much to and resonate with so many people, kids and adults alike. Plenty of people have gone in to the depth of Adrien’s character and why he’s meaningful to people for paragraphs on end so I won’t repeat that, but I rarely see people talking about the beauty of Marinette’s character so I just have to point out like... A female superhero who is not a Strong Flawless Girlboss Who Needs No Man but one who is basically a female Peter Parker? A female superhero who is awkward around her crush and kind of Ridiculous and a hopeless romantic who makes stupid lovestruck faces at pictures of said crush and likes girly things and the color pink and wants to hold her boy’s hand and barely has her shit together and sometimes makes bad choices but is ultimately trying her best to balance her Great Power and Great Responsibility with her civilian life and relationships? Like, I’m not in to comics so sorry if this is inaccurate because I’m only pulling from Spider-Verse, but even Marvel’s attempt at making a girl Spider-Man through Spider-Gwen made her this cool badass with an undercut. I don’t want another Black Widow or Captain Marvel or whatever!!!! I love that ML basically gave us a female Spider-Man who is just as much of a complete disaster as Peter Parker was (talking specifically about Tobey Maguire and Andrew Garfield versions). I love the way both Peter and Marinette fuck up and make mistakes and bad choices and struggle to balance their two lives and accidentally end up hurting or pushing away the people who are close to them while they’re trying so hard to do what they think is right and protect the people they love with no real guidance. The loneliness of keeping their identities a secret through all that knowing that one slip up could put everyone they love in grave danger. Not to mention Marinette’s very blatant neurodivergent coding that is so clear in everything she does? Seeing her ADHD brain basically become her strength when she’s Ladybug through the bizarre connections she can make with random objects in a split second, just like how someone with ADHD would go on seemingly bizarre and random tangents mid-conversation because their brain latched on to something and quickly made a whole bunch of connections in a short amount of time while the other person was talking? Chef’s fucking kiss baby.

And I love the episodic adventures format!!!! Lots of people do!!!! The rewatch value of every episode is so good!!! Not everything has to be a 10-ep-per-season HBO drama where each 1 hour long episode is solely focused on moving the plot? People who ask for which episodes are important and which ones are “filler” that they can skip when starting ML are so weird. The fun of ML is watching all of Ladybug and Chat Noir’s fun adventures together in every episode? I love watching them just Being Ladybug and Chat Noir while they fight bad guys and have their banter. Episodes can just be Fun!!! Episodes can just exist to BE fun and silly or to explore a specific friendship or relationship rather than being focused on the main villain plot and that’s not a flaw!!!!

tl;dr: ML is a fun and cute show with very relatable, human characters and shows a beautiful, deep, powerful loving relationship between its male and female superhero leads that a lot of similar cartoons and even movies aimed at adults can’t pull off and a lot of people genuinely love this show because of it.

[andguesswhat]

Tagged by @whole-other-layer

Last song: Stromae - L'enfer

Favorite color: Petrol or Yves Klein blue

Currently watching: This is going to hurt (so good, with Ben Wishaw and the portrayal of queer I'm looking for)

Sweet/spicy/savoury: yeah, just that: sweet/spicy/savoury, like the fireworks in Remy's head when he eats cheese WITH strawberry.

Relationship status: none of your fucking business

Current obsession: the guys in my head who do things and the question why you do things you know aren't good for you and you do them anyway.

Last thing you googled: soft launch boyfriend (lol).

Tagging... oh, I don't know, how about @stmonkeys @lo20 @laurenjane1990 and @timmysneck ?

Thanks for tagging me @whole-other-layer

But I have to ask! Your addition "even though they appear to be a hardcore charmie"? What does that mean? That you don't like hardcore charmies? In any case, I have to admit I’m not overly fond of being called hardcore (maybe cor cordium fits better 😉). Hardcore sounds to me like someone who needs to be right, and I don’t need that. I don't NEED them to be together, I don't care who they go to bed with, I don't need (more) proof. I don't HOPE they are together, I just hope that they HAVE each other when times are difficult for them. I don't KNOW if I'm right, but after everything I've read and seen about gays in Hollywood (Leo!) or in the music industry (Harry!) or in soccer (Ronaldo!), after all the tons of quotes we've gotten from people in Hollywood saying that "Hollywood treats gays poorly" (Udo Kier) to "You're a slave to Warner Bros, they can do whatever they want" (Burton), after all the PR machinery that all my mutual friends so skilfully expose on a daily basis, in the end, unfortunately, Timmy looks to me like a reflection of just that. Because they do exit in Hollywood, queer actors.  

And boy, these days I wish he was straight as fuck so I wouldn't have to worry about him, but with all the clowning going on around him, I just don't see it.

So him spending his life with Armie is just the most likely and plausible thing TO ME from everything I've seen. Everything else is always LESS plausible to me. 🤷🏼‍♀️

And if it IS true, then they would have an incomparably beautiful love story that is incomparably tragic just because they're queer, and I want to support them with all my queer heart and desire for equal rights.

They don't have to be together for the rest of their lives and now, after all these years of heart eyes, they might just be another boring couple like any other. But if they had the chance to show themselves without regrets, if they didn't have to do this shit anymore, I can't wait for them to smile and feel free and have their second spring, and after everything they've been through, I think they fucking well deserve it.

That doesn't mean I agree with what Timmy is doing at the moment, and I thank you for your input because I have something to say to him about it as well to make my point. But to that later 😉

And if this isn't clear from what I wrote: I’m fully ok with people don’t believing in them.

Sorry for this answer you didn't ask for, but no one has ever told me I'm hardcore 🙃 PS: I love Tori Amos too ☺️

[somegiantmess]

Sometimes I tell myself that I may be a bit obsessed with planes. With the consequences planes have on climate, I mean.

And so I was trying to pinpoint the reasons why. Here’s my trail of thoughts.

As said in the introduction of this study, aviation is one of the most energy-intense forms of consumption.

Let’s take a round trip between Paris and New York. The distance between them is about 11,700 km (7,270 miles). The average time to do that seems to be 7 hours and 50 minutes, twice, so about 15 hours and 40 minutes. Let’s round it up to 16h.

The amount of CO2 that’s directly emitted through the combustion of kerosene for this round trip? About 2 tons. Not for the entire plane okay, just for yourself (which is obtained by dividing the emissions of the plane by the number of passengers).

Let’s compare with other ways of emitting 2 tons:

by watching streaming videos, you would need about 30,000 hours

by car, you’d need to drive about 10,000 km. Can’t really give a time for that but, in France at least, this is the distance an average person does over one year.

by eating red meat once a day over 275 days. Or ~3900 vegetarian meals (more than five years of meals if you eat vegetarian all the time).

2 tons is also the carbon footprint one human should stay below, per year, by 2050, to reach carbon neutrality and not warm the Earth beyond 1,5°C (compared to pre-industrial era; that’s the goal from from the Paris Agreement). It should also be 5 tons by 2030 already.* (Those deadlines don’t mean that it’s fine to emit to the levels we do today. Every ton of greenhouse gas counts and warms the climate.)

So, just for a 16 hours flight you’ve reached those 2 tons. Your carbon budget is closed. But you still have the rest of the year to live. Today there is no way you can live one full year without emitting greenhouse gases directly or indirectly.

So that was the first point. Now some other things:

Flying is a privilege to a minority of people. The fact that we’ve had ~4.5 billions of plane passengers in 2018 doesn’t mean that they were different passengers each time. That year, only 11% of humanity took the plane, including 2% to 4% that flew internationally (see the study linked above).

The injustice is even bigger when you think that 1% of humanity is responsible for about 50% of aviation emissions (note: the people that are less responsible for climate change are also the ones to deal with its worst consequences, aka people from poorer countries)

Unless you have close family members who live somewhere that requires long flights to go, simple breaks and personal holidays can happen in places closer to where we live. IF we really want to go somewhere. Being able to take the plane to discover a new country for personal enjoyment once a year and more isn’t something vital, it’s a comfort and a privilege**. Again, good times can happen in closer places around us.

So around summer and some other holidays, I often find myself hearing people talking about the plane and fly on a regular basis as if it was a normal, common thing. And often times I like those people/coworkers. And I think that overall it’s not like they don’t care about climate change or other environmental issues. I think they’re earnest and even believe that they’re already doing well for the environment by, for instance, sorting their waste in their daily life. Except they probably don’t realize that the plane’s impact is so harmful that the positive impact that was gained through their waste sorting is completely wiped out. By a lot. What I see is that once you’ve taken the habit of regular flights, and as long as you have the money for that, it’s difficult to see and accept that it should be seriously questioned.

Those are the main reasons for my obsession out of my head. Thank you for reading. :)

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*Note that the average carbon footprint of a French person is 10 tons/year and about 20 tons/year for a North American person. You can check this source for comparisons and see the numbers for any country. But be aware that the numbers are lower because only the CO2 is counted, and not the other greenhouse gases. When counting for all GHG and converting them in CO2 equivalent, France should be above China, and the USA should be above Belgium for instance. It also seems that international aviation isn't counted because of attribution difficulty.

**When I was a teen I used to dream of traveling everywhere and visiting as many places as possible. Questioning that may feel like a slap to some of us, but some desires can definitely change over time, especially with a broader view of what they imply. I had the huge luck to travel to Japan three times in my life. It was amazing, but I’ve decided that it was enough. It's hard at first. And I can be nostalgic, but most of the time now I’m fine about it. I know that I still have a lot of possibilities even without that, and my desires have become simpler but still fulfilling.

Q&A:

- Clean plane is coming! -> See point 2/ in this paragraph - The plane will leave whether I’m in or not -> See point 3/ in this paragraph - I’m just an individual, it won't change anything -> Do you use your voting right for elections? Yes? Well, you’re only one voice, right? But you still do it. (Bonus; read only the "last word" at the end if you want.) - What about private air travels? -> They’re definitely a problem, both from a greenhouse gases and justice perspective, and they should be reduced to the lowest. But changes must happen everywhere, and about 70% of the fuel used by aviation is estimated to come from commercial flights transporting people.

[veidelon]

So uh... I haven't really been on here in *checks watch* about two months. However, it appears that time doesn't stop in my absence (very surprising!), so I'm taking this opportunity to do some memes I was tagged in in the interim. Not sure I tracked all of them down, but thanks to at least @thestarsarecool, @boshemians, and @skylikeaflame for tagging me in one or more of the memes under the cut. I'm going to not tag anyone in Beatles fandom since I assume these have circulated more than enough times, but for the sake of cross-fandom-pollination, if @deliciouskeys or @laurieodell wants to do any of these, feel free. Or don't. Anyway.

"things to get to know me" game

Last song I listened to: What Goes Around... / ...Comes Around - Justin Timberlake. Yes he's evil but... come on, we're in Beatles fandom.

Favorite color: I don't really enjoy wearing it or even really looking at it, but my instinctive answer is always red.

Currently watching: The last series I started was Gen V, which is a spinoff of The Boys. It's alright-- if anyone's familiar with The Boys, the feel is more similar to the Starlight storyline than anything else in there, with some added teen drama mystery vibes.

Last movie I watched: Apocalypse Now. War movies aren't exactly my thing, though it's been on my to-watch list for a long time because of Marlon Brando. I also do have a maybe irrational appreciation for anything anti-Vietnam because of how into that movement the Beatles were-- even Paul had to admit that John's anti-war songs maybe slightly had a hint of a point from that angle! I also watched Tár a couple days ago, which I astutely noticed is actually pretty good.

Currently reading: ... :). The book I technically have open is The City and The Pillar by Gore Vidal, but I can't honestly say I'm reading it. Soon!

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Secret fourth option: sour.

Last thing I googled: Well, I just looked up to see if The City and The Pillar had a film adaptation (motivation to actually finish), and while it doesn't, Wikipedia did inform me that the book itself appears in a movie called Dino at the Beach. Unfortunately, it's Dino as in Bernardino, not as in dinosaur. Very sad.

Current Obsession: Obviously the Beatles, though it's been waning a bit. I'll also say that I recently watched the Adventure Time spinoff Fionna and Cake (partly prompted by seeing you reblog posts about it, Maya! Though that one fanart where Simon Petrikov says he's starting to look like John Lennon was incredibly disturbing to me personally) and I've been thinking about that still on probably a daily basis since.

Current Thing I'm Working On: Myself :). Just kidding, actually the opposite. Actively destroying my psyche by going into John Lennon mode and writing mpreg.

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"make a playlist from the letters of your username" game

I just typed in each letter into spotify to see what it gave me. I do like all these songs a lot, not sure I would necessarily put them in a single playlist... but an interesting thought experiment to figure out what the theme would be. Perhaps evil mclennon? Is there any other kind?

v - Vampire, Olivia Rodrigo e - Electic Love, BØRNS i - It Will Come Back, Hozier d - Demons, Doja Cat e - Eternal Life, Jeff Buckley l - Love, Keyshia Cole o - Ode To Sleep, Twenty One Pilots n - Northern Downpour, Panic! At The Disco

and a bonus-- the Beatles/Beatles-adjacent songs I filtered out:

v - Venus & Mars e - Eleanor Rigby i - I'm Looking Through You d - Dress Me Up As A Robber e - Every Little Thing l - Lady Madonna o - Oh! Darling n - Not Guilty

Did spotify out me as a McCartney purist (with a rogue George)....... i'm literally not!!! I hate to admit this but my most listened to album last month was fucking Walls & Bridges..... and yet.

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Last Line Game

Rules: Make a new post and post your latest/most recent line from your WIP and tag as many people as there are words

I'm actually not cheating and I'm picking my most recently written line.

He doesn’t want anyone gawking at his soul, least of all some quack healer. He’s already well aware that there’s something dead wrong with it– that’s not the issue here.

Riveting stuff, yes? I wish I could get back into John Lennon mode so I could actually finish this chapter... it's been 7 months. Maybe I'll have to wait until the 9th?

[sketchncanto]

My Encanto Headcanons

I think about these almost on a daily basis so I'm gonna dump them here because I'm obsessed lol

Also most of these involve Bruno because I'm obsessed with the man.

Okay here we go!

Mirabel has made it a thing to sew a doll of everyone in Casita's favorite thing. I have a storyboard idea where she sews Bruno a rat and he almost cries lol

Luisa constantly bench presses whichever family member cooperates. Most of the time it's Camilo or Mirabel or both at the same time. Antonio always cheers her on.

Antonio sleeps in Mirabel's room every other night because he gets lonely in that big ass room of his.

Everyone in Casita is obsessed with being around Bruno now that he's back. The grandkids always wanna be around him, Augustin and Felix are always trying to hang out with him, and Alma, Julieta and Pepa constantly try to baby him. Bruno finds it slightly annoying (since he got acclimated to being alone for over 10 years), but he truly loves the attention and deals with it.

Bruno and Mirabel form a "family weirdo club", complete with their own handshake. Whenever they both have free time, they find a place in or outside Casita and literally just draw and sew and talk to each other about life and whatever's going on with them. They have the cutest uncle and niece relationship! (platonic of course, I shouldn't even have to say this)

Antonio finds out about the family weirdo club and he insists on joining. Mirabel and Bruno let him join lol then they have the hangouts in his room up in the trees.

Pepa and Julieta love to gang up and attack Bruno's face with kisses. He hates it lol he always manages to break free and scurry off to wash his face after lol

Isabela is always putting her Tio on to new selfcare practices. Like both of them have a night where they just do face-masks, DIY conditioners and talk about plants and stuff. Usually Mirabel, Luisa, Dolores and Antonio join

Camilo and Bruno are like.. the menaces of the house--just absolute gremlins. Tweedledee and Tweedledum. They share the same braincell and it just bounces back and forth between the two. Just constantly being loud and annoying while acting out scenarios and plays they wrote, (I like to imagine Dolores and Isabela always yelling at them to shut up from the other room), poking fun at Pepa and scurrying around hiding and scaring people. Best friends lol

(I've seen this one a lot but I'm adding it anyway) Dolores DEFINTELY used to take Bruno food and take care of him before Casita fell. She was constantly sneaking him food, taking his dirty dishes to the kitchen, stealing salt and sugar for him whenever she could, etc. They'd hang out and just talk about telenovelas and life and whatever else.

Pepa loves to just pick up Bruno and walk around with him sometimes. He hates this too, but he allows it because he secretly missed it.. doesn't make him feel the greatest about his height though.

After dinner every night, Bruno falls asleep at the table-- like minutes after his last bite. Everyone teases him about it and tells him goodnight before he finishes eating. He denies it every time like "I'm actually going to bed this time, watch" and then he knocks out less than 5 minutes later, drool and everything. Most of the time they leave him at the table and someone (most likely Julieta) brings him a blanket and pillow. He eventually gets up at like 4AM and slithers to his room or to that hammock in the other room

That's all I got for now! I can't wait until we get a follow-up series or movie to see the day-to-day vibes of this family. I need all of the Tio Bruno content. I need to see him interact with his nieces and nephews.. I also may end up boarding some of these later when I get the time and energy lol Hope you enjoyed! :)

[blu-joons]

Candids ~ Min Yoongi

He couldn’t take his eyes off the screen as the placard came up on the programme to announce you’d be the next performer on the stage that night. Every single one of the boys who were sat around him had their eyes watching his stare.

“Do you forget sometimes you get to see the real thing?” Jungkook chuckled, earning himself a glare from Yoongi. “You look like you’re obsessed with her.”

Taehyung nodded from beside him, “we all know Y/N’s pretty and successful, but you look right now like you’re jealous of every single guy sat in that theatre tonight.”

Yoongi’s head shook, deciding not to give them the reaction that they wanted. Everyone knew that you were incredibly successful, plenty of fans liked to remind Yoongi of that on a daily basis, questioning how he ever managed to end up in a relationship with you.

Around you, he never wanted you to see how much people’s comments got to him, but at times, he struggled greatly to hold back and bite his tongue.

“It must be pretty lonely for her to be there alone tonight,” Jin spoke up, “but then she looks better probably than she would if she had you stood by her side for the night.”

Yoongi’s head continued to shake, as much as he knew the boys were only teasing him, the boys were unaware that those were also the comments that he read every day online and in the fan cafes from most of the fans, and yours.

“How does she always look so good,” Hobi mumbled under his breath.

Yoongi looked across at him, “she looks great without makeup too, I wish that people saw a bit more of that side to her too.”

As he spoke up, he pulled his phone out from his back pocket and looked down at his lock screen. The photo instantly brought a smile to his face, noticing your wide grin as he photographed you tucked up in bed, giggling away as he pulled a funny face in your direction.

Hobi and Jimin who sat either side of him soon glanced down and looked at the photo, nudging their blushed friend in the ribs gently.

“This is when I love her the most.”

“Like what?” Jungkook asked.

Yoongi turned the phone around so that the rest of the group could look at the photo too. “Just when she’s Y/N, not the superstar that everyone knows and loves.”

“You can see just how happy she is with you in that photo Yoongi.”

The boys both were all too aware of how well the two of you got on, despite their several instances of mocking and messing around with him.

Namjoon was always the first of the boys to make sure Yoongi knew how pleased they were for him. “You’ve done well for yourself Yoongi, you should be able to show her off.”

“I just wish people didn’t think that I was just with her for the person on the screen tonight.”

He turned the phone back around to look at, unable to hide his smile once again as he studied you closely. His phone was full of candid photos of you, he loved to snap as many as possible so that he could look back over them when the two of you were apart.

With such busy careers for you both, there were often very few opportunities for the two of you to spend some proper time with each other. The photos Yoongi possessed of you were almost like saviours for when he really struggled without you.

“Do you really think people feel that way?” Jungkook questioned from across the room.

Yoongi’s eyes darted up to look over at him, “I’ve read so many comments that wonder how I’ve managed to get with Y/N, because they just see her in fancy dresses and make up.”

“But that’s because the person who’s on your phone is a part of your private life,” Taehyung tried to reason, “that’s a side of Y/N that you should treasure all by yourself.”

Taehyung’s words quickly resonated with Yoongi as he placed his phone away, so many of those photos were ones that he wanted to keep away from the world. They were photos that he wanted to be able to look back all by himself. The smiles on your face in so many of the photos were ones that only he wanted to be able to bring out of you.

Yoongi’s head slowly nodded in response to his friend, “all these candid photos carry memories and traits of Y/N that so much of the world doesn’t get to know.”

“And you’re the lucky one that does get to know them.”

“I guess you’re right,” he mused, glancing back across at the television screen. “I’ll be the first to admit that I’m punching when it comes to Y/N, but what I won’t admit is that I’m only with her for the incredible performer that she is.”

He could spend all night listing off the reasons that he was with you, reasons that no one else ever had the chance to know. However, the boys knew, and that was by far what was most important to Yoongi, those closest to him knew the real you.

“Y/N won’t want you to feel down about tonight too.”

Yoongi’s head nodded at Hobi’s words, your performance tonight was one you’d begged him to stay up and watch. It was well into the early hours for them at home, but all of them wanted to see you perform and watch you do what you love.

“Do you know anything about her performance tonight?” Hobi added.

Yoongi’s head shook, “she’s kept it top secret from me.”

He quickly recalled the several times he’d begged you just for a small spoiler over the past few days, but each time, you told him that there was no sharing any details.

“What are you hoping she performs? You’ve got to have a favourite song of hers off the new album?” Taehyung then enquired.

Once again, Yoongi’s head shook, he loved every song off your new album the same, as did hundreds of thousands of people around the world who also took the time to listen to your album.

“Anything she performs I know will be great,” he whispered, much to the excitement of the others.

Regardless of what you performed, sung, danced, or even spoke, Yoongi knew that he would be proud of you and cheering you on.

“What if she surprised us all by performing with no makeup on?” Jin suggested, “if she knows that’s a side of her that you love so much.”

“I hope she doesn’t,” Yoongi replied, “you guys were right, that’s a side of her that I want to keep for me, the world can have the superstar Y/N, but I’ll just keep the human Y/N for me.”

“I’m sure it’s the same for her too,” Jimin grinned, “not many fans get to see you without makeup, but that’s a part of you Y/N always gets to see.”

“Well, you guys always get to see it too,” he teased, “but seeing as none of you have any candid photos of me, I guess it is a bit different.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened, “I guess you haven’t looked through our photo galleries for a while.”

“Since when have you guys been taking photos of me?”

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Masterlist

[hanniiesuckle17]

Ateez Reaction: Going Clubbing with S/o

A/n: so this was requested based off my reaction for SKZ which you can find on my m.list at the bottom of the reaction! i hope you guys enjoy it! <3

Requested by: @sleepyhead00i

Warnings: suggestive, of age drinking, maybe a cuss or two

Hongjoong:

“I’m picking you up in ten mintues right?” Hongjoong asked for the fifth time over the phone. The device was laying on your bathroom counter, your boyfriend talking on speaker phone as you finished applying your makeup up. You smiled at how cute he was, brushing setting powder away from your cheeks.

“Joong, baby...honey..., yes. Come early if you want. Just chill. It’s just a night out!” 

He sighed before agreeing with you and hanging up the phone. Hongjoong wasn’t the only one with a busy schedule. He was busy being the leader, producer, and composer for one of the biggest up-and-coming k-pop groups of the current generation. You were busy with college and a part-time job that was having you work almost thirty to forty hours a week. 

Your boyfriend was a planner. Never before in his life had he been one to schedule things or even make long term plans for his future. Then you came along and all he could think about was making time for you. Any time he spent with you, he wanted to be perfect. Hongjoong wanted to give you only the best. 

By the time the two of you got to the club it was already packed. Your hand was laced with his as he guided you through the lavishly decorated room. “They’ve got amazing bottle service!” Hongjoong shouted over the music. “Do you want to get a table?” He smiled as you nodded and flagged down a waitress. She reserved a VIP booth for the two of you and grinned as you pulled Hongjoong to the dance floor. 

“Do you like the music? I looked up this DJ. He’s really good. He only plays for like the top nightclubs in Seoul-” 

“Joong,”

“What?” 

Sliding your hands up his chest, you felt him shiver. Your fingers played with his dyed hair and you watched his eyes sparkle underneath the flashing colored lights and lasers. The many piercings in his ears glinted, catching the glare of gobos. “Relax, baby.” 

“I just want everything to be perfect. I want you to love tonight.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, but you continued to move to the beat. His eyes never left yours even as you guided him away from the dance floor and back to the booth. His dark mesmerizing eyes watched as you pushed him down onto the seat, lips curling up into a smile. As you leaned over him, Hongjoong pulled you down onto his lap, smirking as you played with the straps of his suspenders before snapping one of them on his chest lightly. 

Finally, almost when you thought he would stop breathing, you pressed your lips against his, dragging them slowly together. His hands gripped your hips, moving them over his own, lost in the solitude of your own private nook. “Just keep doing this and I’ll love every second of tonight,” You whispered against your boyfriend’s grinning lips. You laughed feeling him flip you over to lie on the plush velvet booth. Even in the dark corner, his smile glowed. 

“You drive me crazy, Y/n.”

Seonghwa:

Clubbing never really appealed to Seonghwa. Dancing and public events were part of his job on a daily basis so he didn’t really see the point of waiting in line just to do that in his free time. But, when he heard how much you wanted to spend the night at an up and coming nightclub, he figured he could put aside his opinions just for you. He also wasn’t complaining when he saw the dress you were wearing out. 

 Arm wrapped tightly around your waist the two of you entered the club, lasers and colorful lights flashing all around the space. Seonghwa nodded his head to the music as you both stood waiting to check your coats. The second an attendant took your jackets you grabbed your boyfriend by the wrist and practically dragged him onto the dance floor. 

“Don’t tear my arm off, babe!” He laughed.

The grin quickly turned to a smirk feeling you pressed up against him, moving to the music. “Still feel like going to the club isn’t fun?” His long hands attached themselves to your waist, tugging your back to be flush to his chest. Seonghwa’s hips moved to the thumping rhythm with yours and his head dropped to your neck, hair tickling your cheek in the most enchanting way. “Well, look at you, Toothless.” 

“Yes, look at me,” He whispered for only you to hear. 

Turning your head your lips met his in a kiss that made you feel drunk. Pulling away, the two of you smiled and danced with each other, savoring the moments when even you were surrounded by so many other bodies it only felt like just you and your boyfriend. 

Hours later you were sitting on the sidewalk, head feeling too heavy for your neck to hold up. You giggled to yourself at how funny your feet looked in the strappy heels you put on for the night. Sitting under the street light you stared at the ground and your silly looking toes. Another pair of shoes came into sigh and the person attached crouched down in front of you. 

A happy smile appeared on your lips seeing Seonghwa looking down at you. His own cheeks were slightly pink for the few drinks he had. “Drink this, muffin.” Your boyfriend handed you some bottle of something he got from the convenience store across the street. After drinking it, he gently lifted you up and maneuvered you onto his back. “Time to go home, Y/n.” You only giggled, pressing a sloppy drunk kiss to his cheek. 

“Onward my valiant steed!” 

Seonghwa, tipsy himself, neighed like a horse and carried you to the nearest bus stop he could find. The two of you giggled and poked each other until the public transport arrived to take you both home. 

Yunho:

Yunho was practically bouncing as the two of you waited in line. He was so excited. This all started when your boyfriend invited over one of the backup dancers he was close to. You had no problem with Yunho bringing friends over to your shared apartment. He could bring whoever he wanted as long as th eplace was clean and he texted you. 

But, the dancer would not stop going on about a new club that opened up in Hongdae. Normally when Yunho got excited about something he would be obsessed with it for about a week and then never thought about it again. 

You had been to this club not once, not twice, not thrice, but five times in the past three weeks. By this time the owner knew you and was saving a booth for you when you came. The bartenders knew you by name and what your usual drink orders. 

Despite the chilly air your boyfriend jumped up and down in excitement as the line moved forward. “Y/n! Y/n! Look! We’re almost inside!” Yunho grabbed your hands, swinging them as he bounced. 

“Bear, are you sure you aren’t tired of going clubbing?” 

He tilted his head in response to your words. “What? No. I love it! Don’t you, baby?” His lips pouted and your tall boyfriend hunched his shoulders. Quickly you shook your head. 

“Of course, bear! I just want to make sure you love it still!” You rubbed your arms feeling a particularly cold wind blow by. Seeing you shiver, Yunho shed his jacket and placed it around your shoulders, pulling up the collar to block the wind.

“Good.” The tall idol leaned down, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Let’s get inside.” 

Showing the bouncer your IDs, the two of you entered the club immersing yourselves in music that sent vibrations all throughout your body. “Get me a drink?” You asked, dropping off your stuff at a secluded booth. Yunho nodded and disappeared into the crowd towards the bar. 

He was only gone a few moments before you heard, “DRINKS ON ME EVERYBODY!” The familiar sound of your boyfriend’s voice floated over the crowd of people cheering at the opporunity of a free drink. Shaking your head you waited for your big loveable bear to return. He appeared with two drinks in hand,  a big smile on his face, and a wiggle in his hips. The vision couldn’t help but make you laugh. “Your beverage, my lady,” He bowed before handing you the martini. 

After finishing your drinks, your boyfriend pulled you onto the dance floor. He held you tight and made sure to show off his moves. By the time you left the dance floor, the both of you were covered in sweat with big grins and definitely a little tipsy. However, it didn’t matter. You loved seeing how happy Yunho was dancing and freestyling to songs that he wouldn't even remember the next morning. As long as it made him happy, you would keep doing it. 

Yeosang:

The second you walked into the club Yeosang made a beeline for the booth and flagged down the nearest waiter. Wooyoung just shrugged and dragged you onto the dance floor. The next time you looked over Yeosang was surrounded by at least two orders of chicken and one burger. Each had bites already taken and your boyfriend was happily chewing on a drumstick. 

He saw you looking at him and waved to you before returning his attention to the piece of fried poltry. You sighed but continued dancing with Wooyoung. Maybe you were crazy, but when you suggested going clubbing to Yeosang, you didn’t think you would end up dancing with his dongsaeng while he pigged out on good bar food. You had dressed up for fucks sake! You made sure you looked like a hot ass bitch and Yeosang was more interested in a chicken leg. 

Wooyoung made sure you were happy. He danced with you. Blocked off weird guys from getting to close. Even held your drink when you went to the bathroom. Wooyoung was acting more like your boyfriend than Yeosang was! 

Two hours passed and you finally decided to confront him. Wooyoung trailed behind you like a puppy as you approached the booth that housed your boyfriend. Shockingly, the table was now filled with not only another basket of chicken but also quite the assortment of drinks, none of which had been touched. “Kang Yeosang!” You scolded, hands on your hips. He looked up at you, handsome face looking even better under the purple and blue lights. “Why am I dancing alone?”

He shrugged. “Babe, you aren’t alone. Wooyoung’s here. That’s why I asked him.” He said motioning to his friend. The boy awkwardly waved before sitting down and taking one of the untouched cocktails. 

“Where did all these come from?” You asked, getting frustrated. 

“I don’t know. The bartender keeps sending them.” Yeosang continued to eat chicken until the bone was clean. “Says they are free though, so take one.”

You scoffed, tongue prodding at the inside of your cheek in annoyance. Looking around the venue, you were met with many pairs of eyes belonging to beautiful scantily dressed girls and a few men who were all staring at your boyfriend. Your boyfriend- of course- was staring at the perfectly fried chicken leg in his hands. 

Taking the nearest blue colored drink, you downed it in one go then slammed the glass on the table. Woyoung jumped at the sound. Before Yeosang could take a bite of the new piece between his fingers, you pulled him up by his collar smashing your lips against his. Hearing a slight thunk you assumed he had dropped his precious drumstick. Regardless, he kissed you back with a fiery passion running his fingers threw your hair. 

“You’re dancing with me.”

“Okay.” Eyeing every person staring at your boyfriend you took his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor, but not before he managed to sneak another piece of chicken with him. “You have what you want now, kitten?” He asked dancing with you, one hand creeping towards your ass and the other holding his fried chicken. 

“I’ll take what I can get,”

San:

“San......SAN!” 

“Yes, what?” 

Your boyfriend was walking down the street with you, excited and bouncing as the both of you made your way to a club a lot of idols went to. This was no time for excitement. Not for you anyway. You and San had only been dating a few months. It wasn’t that you were shy...it was just that San was very territorial. Out of all seven of his bandmates you had only met two. 

Hongjoong you had met unfortunately after he walked in on you and San when your horndog boyfriend thought the dorms were empty for the day. You were still trying to get over the embarassment of looking that man in the eyes and not remembering he had seen you naked already. Wooyoung you had also met, with clothes on (Thank the fucking lord). Him being San’s best friend it didn’t make sense for you not to meet. 

“What if they don’t like me?” You questioned. There was only a block standing between you and the club. “What if they hate me, San?” He stopped and turned to look at you, eyes softening. 

Walking back, San took your hands in his. “Y/n. You’re mine. Therefore, they will love you.” Taking a deep breath you let San pull you the rest of the way and into the nightclub. San was like an anchoring, keeping you tethered and focused as you maneuvered to the back of the venue. As you approached a view of seven extremely handsome men were all seated in a round velvet booth. “Guys, meet Y/n- the most attractive person on the planet besides me.”

All the boys were very kind, getting up and greeting you warmly. Hongjoong hugged you, and Wooyoung tackled you. “You’re pretty.” A willowy man stated matter of factly. 

San nodded, hand on the small of your back. “That Yeosang. Yunho made sure he had a couple drinks before you met so it’d be easier on you.” You nodded in understanding, mouth shaping into an ‘O’. After a few minutes of awkward conversation all seven idols dragged you out onto the dance floor. 

Dancing with seven men who did it professionally was definitely an experience you were not going to get used to. The entire club watched the tree you remembered as Yunho freestyle in the middle of an open circle that had formed at one point. 

Throughout the whole night San stayed by your side. His hands were almost always on your ass, but he was by your side. You got surprisingly close with Seonghwa, dancing and talking with him most of the night. The other boys were very welcoming, pulling you into dance with them, twirling you around and jumping around you when a particularly good song came on. 

San and Wooyoung at one point during the night bribed the DJ to play one of their songs and the boys were shocked to see you doing the choreography along with them. You could see in your boyfriend’s face that this was what he had planned all along. 

He knew that if he kept both him and you sober and brought you to a neutral environment to meet with the boys, you would get along. He probably saw it in a video about introducing a new pet to your other ones knowing San. Around three am you were helping Seonghwa and Hongjoong stuff a drunk Yeosang and Mingi into the group’s van. 

After saying goodbye, San took your hand as you walked to the nearest subway station. “See that wasn’t so bad. They loved you!”

“Next time don’t treat us like cats, babe.” Your boyfriend laughed swinging your hands back and forth. “I’m hungry. You want to get some food?” You asked, seeing a pizza place across the street still open

“Fuck yes. I’m starving.”

Mingi:

Your best friend just got dumped by her boyfriend and you knew only one way to distract her. So, you gathered up you other two best girl friends and Mingi then dragged them to the club with the most attractive guys and strongest alcohol you could find. F/n whipped her hair around as the four of you jumped around on the dance floor. Three shots of tequila and one strong cocktail made you at least think you were the greatest dancer in the entire club.

Deciding you needed a break from a very creepy guy trying to grind on you, you manuevered and wiggled your way off the dance floor. Your eyes landed on the tall glass of water that was your boyfriend, who sat at the bar. With a tipsy gait you walked over and draped yourself over his shoulder. 

“Hi, baby!” You greeted, sloppily kissing his cheek. 

Despite your slightly drunk antics, Mingi smiled holding onto your arms that tightly hugged his shoulders. “You look like you’re having fun.” He laughed as you hiccuped in response. “Wow...you’re cute.”

Blushing from both the drinks and your boyfriend’s words, you held onto his large hands. “Thank you for being our driver tonight, Mingi.” He smiled and handed you the glass of water he was drinking from. His long fingers pushed the bottom of the cup to tilt towards your lips. 

“Of course. In fact the only reason I got my driver’s license was so I could watch creepy horny guys hit on my girlfriend and then drive her and her friends home.” As if the universe wanted to make a joke, the bar tender approached with a cosmopolitan in hand. 

“For the lady, from the guy at the end of the bar.” 

Mingi’s sarcastic grin quickly turned into a scowl as the both of you turned to look at the sleezy but semi attractive man who was waving at you. Your boyfriend wasn’t one to get angry, but when he did he was scary. Mingi’s eyes darkened and his long arms wrapped around your waist protectively as if to claim you as his own. 

Smirking, you picked the vessel up by the rim and took a sip of the drink before grabbing your boyfriend by the jaw and smashing your lips on his, still holding the gifted cocktail. Standing between Mingi’s long legs you dragged your teeth over his bottom lip. “I think he knows you’re mine.” 

“Just cause you’re driving doesn’t mean you can’t dance with me.” Mingi laughed as you pulled him from his seat. 

“I thought this was a ‘Girls-Hate-All-Guys-Except-For-The-Random-One-F/n-Goes-Home-With-Night’?” 

You shrugged, lacing your fingers with his. Surpringly, your friends greeted him excitedly. Mingi started dancing with you, enjoying the knowledge that every guy who looked at you that night was jealous you chose him to grind on. At the end of the night Mingi drove you and your friends back safely and put you to bed in your shared apartment. He kissed your forehead before climbing into bed next you. You were so thankful to have a kind and patient boyfriend willing to put up with not only drunk you, but also your drunk, sad, crazy friends.

Wooyoung:

Sweat dripped off your forehead. Between Wooyoung’s hands on your body and the music thumping and vibrating through the floor and up into your bones you couldn’t help but feel like you were floating. Not only was your boyfriend one hell of a dancer on stage, but moving with him on the floor of this club that you couldn’t even remember the name of was a thrill you wouldn’t trade for anything. 

“I'm thirsty,” You whispered into his ear, lips brushing his skin.

“Oh are you?” A smirk played at his lips, fingers holding tighter onto your hips. 

You rolled your eyes, still presssing against your boyfriend. “Liquid thirsty. Not you thirsty.” Lauging, Woouyoung took your hand in his and brought you to the bar for yet another drink. It had only been an hour and the both of you were a little more than tipsy. “Sidecar please, babe.” He nodded, flagging down a bartender all the while his hand stayed firmly gripping onto your ass.

“One sidecar and four tequila shots please.”

“Four?” You asked, pulling on his shirt sleeve. Wooyoung nodded like it was the most clear and obvious knowledge in the world. “I have a feeling I’m going to be carrying you home.” He just laughed and turned back to the bar. 

Two hours later and your feeling was turning out to be correct. There was nothing you could do but stare as your boyfriend danced like a stripper ontop of the bar. At first it was funny. Then you stopped laughing when Wooyoung started unbuttoning his shirt. “Babe, get down!” You shouted over the cheers and music. He couldn’t hear you. He was way too drunk and having way too much fun. 

“I am Jung Wooyoung! I am a sex machine! And that person,” He pointed to you, eyes clearly not focusing well. “THAT ASS IS MINE!” 

Before you could respond, two very big men in black shirts lumbered through the crowd. Now it was your turn to laugh as the two buff bouncers grabbed Wooyoung by the arms, one struggling to get your boyfriend’s shirt back on, and lifted him off the bar. “Who does this hooligan belong to?”

You raised your hand, squeezing through the pack of young people. “Me. He belongs to me! I’ll take the hooligan.” Despite claiming your overly intoxicated boyfriend, the bouncers carried him outside, you trailing behind. 

Wooyoung’s feet wobbly reached the ground and he stumbled onto the street. “Y/n? Y/n where are youuuu?” He said giggling. “Love of my liiiiiifffeeeee!” The bouncers shook their heads before turning to you with serious faces. 

“Yeah, he’s not allowed back here.”

“Noted.”

“Y/NNNNNNNNNNNNN! BAAABBBYYYY!”

Turning, you saw the idol once again free of his shirt and hugging a street sign. “Babe, babe- that’s not me. I’m over here.” Taking his arm and pulling it over your shoulder you started walking away from the club. “Wow, you are way heavier than I thought.”

“DON’T FAT SHAME ME!”

“Woo- please don’t yell.” No response came from the man you were carrying. Turning you saw him completely pass out on your shoulder. “There’s never a middle ground with him is there?” You mumbled, dragging your unconscious and heavy boyfriend to the nearest bus stop.

“Stop calling me fat, you jerk.”

“I- I didn’t- Just go back to fucking sleep.”

Jongho:

Jongho was not excited. This was the last place he wanted to be. He watched you happily walk in front of him with Mingi and Yunho. Jongho wasn’t the jealous type and he knew you loved his friends. Mingi was already a little drunk so your boyfriend watched as the other tall man and you attempted to keep him from stumbling, laughing the entire way. 

Your group was currently walking from the first club to the second. The boys had gotten an entire weekend off and Yunho had proposed the amazing idea- only to you and Mingi- of going club crawling. Even though he would rather being doing practically anything else, Jongho tagged along because you were so excited. 

As you entered the second venue you were greeted by what Jongho sweared was the exact same song the first club was playing when you left. You squealed, hugging onto your boyfriend as he and your friends squeezed your way to the bar. While your boyfriend was never one for PDA, he kept a hand on you at all times, gently letting everyone in the building know that you were off limits. 

“LET’S SHAKE OUR BUTTS!” Mingi shouted, throwing you over his tall shoulder and running off with you to the dance floor. You waved to your boyfriend who stayed seated at the bar. “WOOOOOOO!” Your friend cheered, putting you down and immeditaley spinning you around.

Yunho tapped Jongho’s shoulder. The younger turned before being handed a beer. “If you aren’t going to dance you should at least loosen up. Tonight is supposed to be fun. For everybody.” Yunho tried to coax him onto the dance floor but failed, leaving Jongho at the bar taking tiny baby sips of the drink.

Everytime you looked to the bar, you were met with your boyfriend’s eyes staring back at you. He would give you a small smile, one that made you feel like a total bitch for leaving him by himself. Having enough, you walked away from your dancing bafoons and towards the handsome man waiting for you at the bar. 

“You want a drink?” He asked, hand finding your waist once more. Nodding, you rested your head on his firm chest, breathing in his smell. You were drunk enough to get away with being clingy but sober enough to remember that the only reason your boyfriend was here was for you. “One manhatten for the lady please,” Jongho said to the bartender. 

You were quickly passed your drink, pecking your boyfriend’s lips as a thank you. The drink left a pleasurable burn as it slid down your throat. “Darling, I’ve gotta go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back. Hold my drink?”

“Of course.” He kissed your cheek and covered your glass with his hand when you set it on the bartop. 

When you returned he was still protecting the glass like it was his singular purpose in life. He practically looked like a dragon, ready to bite off the head of anyone who even came near it. He even glared at you when your hand touched his shoulder, but his gaze quickly softened eyes turning into that of a puppy.

The two of you talked and finished your drinks. Yunho and Mingi were still in full control of the dance floor when you checked. Suddenly you got an idea. Leaning over so only Jongho could hear, you whispered a large incentive he might receive when the two of you got home. 

“Well come on, Y/n! Let’s dance!” He cheered, pulling you with him towards his friends, dancing along the way.

Masterlist

[worminstuff]

The Balcony of the Treehouse pt.3

sleepy bois x reader au

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“I want to preface this, I do love you all so much, but I'm incredibly disappointed.” Phil stared at the 4 kids in front of him. He knew his words struck as deep as they would to any kid hearing that from an adult important to them. Especially Techno, he strived to make Phil proud even more than Will. Y/n on the other hand, he wasn't sure of. She often was a chaotic wild card, and she didn't get much parenting from anyone other than him from what he's seen over the many years. Phil believes he's disciplined her more than her own guardians, and she listens to him. But she's also gotten herself in many tough situations all the same.

She's not necessarily his own, but he treats her as if she were.

Out of Techno and Y/n she was definitely not the mediator. The only time he's seen her relatively responsible, is when it comes to being home alone, and interacting with Tommy. Which both impressed him greatly, but not enough per say.

“I know all of you are stubborn, some more than others,” he directed his gaze to Techno, whos eyes seemed to hold more self loath than before, “but unless you all talk even a bit, it's only going to get worse.” he turned to Y/n and placed a hand to her shoulder, “i want you around. I know you don't tell me everything I should know, especially about home, but I know enough and I see enough. I want you here with us when you need us. And we need you too.” he watched as her eyes welled up with tears.

Y/n turned her head slightly to glance at Techno, who was finally looking at her for the first time since the night prior.

She watched his lip give a small wobble as his eyes seemed to fight back a bit of tears.

“He's not wrong.” Techno mumbled out.

Y/ns brows furrowed, “why would you need me?”

Techno looked at Tommy in Y/ns lap not wanting to look at her. Tommy realized he was looking at him, and upon seeing Technos teary eyes Tommys started to get a bit watery even.

“You're my only friend.. Who's gonna sit with me in the treehouse? Who's gonna listen to me ramble? I wouldn't get good morning hugs..i wouldn't get anything you do for me on a daily basis and i don't wanna think of that.” his voice was barely audible but Y/n could hear him. She felt a tear run down her cheek. Tommy looked up at her too, now wondering why everyone was crying. His face started to contort in baby-like sadness, smacking a hand on her leg, but not harsly. He was reaching up at her face. Y/n looked down at Tommy and her heart melted, she leaned down slightly and he set a small hand on her face.

“No more crying!” Tommy didnt often speak, he very much could, pretty well sometimes, he was just more physical usually when conveying his thoughts. Which made this situation all the more meaningful.

Phil was the only one who had looked at Wilbur yet, who was sitting silently watching Y/n and his little brothers, Wilbur had more tears on his cheeks than all of them. Well maybe not Tommy, but he was rivaling him.

Wilbur was realizing how Y/n really meant to Techno. But all the same, he was realizing how much she meant to him too. She was everything to him since he was 12 and realized he liked her. Since he was 15 and realized he loved her.

“Even Tommy needs you. Trust me, we all do.” wilbur said softly. Y/n looked over to him, her eyes softening, her heart hurt for him. Wilbur was really getting the worst of this situation.

Before she could say anything, he spoke again, “Techno i know you don't like how i feel but we're both being selfish. It very much isn't our decision to make for her.” he said to Techno but quickly looked back to her, after wiping away a tear, “not that i want to force a decision on you any time soon,” she nodded as she rubbed tommys back to calm him a bit.

“I just..it's..she's my Y/n” Techno looked at Wilbur, it was the first thing he'd said to him through all of this, and everyone was a bit taken aback.

“Your?” Y/n said, the most taken aback.

“I know that sounds bad but, but it's been us since..since forever!” his voice cracked slightly, he looked at her, “were us! Y/n and Techno! You're my person!” he was getting angry, “and you!” he looked to wilbur, “and you're my brother! You shouldn't get to try to take that away!” his face was growing red.

“That's not what i want! I don't want to steal her, she decides how she spends her time not me! If she wants to spend time with me shouldn't she be allowed to?” wilbur scowelled.

“I don't like this at all'' Y/n mumbled towards phil. “This is like some stupid cheesy movie with two brothers fighting over a girl. Its stupid to be frank. I think we should just..we should just get over ourselves yeah? Wilbur i..im not commenting on either of our feelings cause i don't want to. And Techno, I get that we are us and all, but I'm still my own person. I love you, and you're my person too, which is why you need to talk to me.” she wiped away all the tiers from before, as did Techno, and he nodded at her.

Wilbur was solem, he figured he was setting aside their problem as to not talk about it infront of Techno. At least he hoped that much.

“You're right, i'm sorry I was mad Y/n.” he felt entirely better.

“It's okay, no biggie.” She offered him a smile which he returned. “Treehouse?”

Techno nodded excitedly.

Y/n looked at tommy in his lap, he seemed less upset now, “see Tommy, not more tears,yeah?”

Tommy seemed to lighten up at that, so she looked to Phil who gave a silent nod and picked Tommy up from her legs.

Techno stood, looking at her to follow,

“I'll be a be up in a bit, go ahead.” she smiled and nodded towards the backyard. He nodded back and turned to go.

Phil left the dining room, leaving Wilbur and Y/n alone.

He looked at her with a small smirk, “do you still have my sweatshirt?”

Y/n's face reddened slightly, she pouted. “I wanted to apologize, you know.”

“You don't have to, Y/n” he chuckled.

“I slept in it actually.” Y/n mumbled, not looking into his eyes.

“In what?”

“Your sweater.”

His stomach felt queasy.

“Y-you did?”

“Erm..yeah. It was comfy. And i felt close to you..” she looked up at him, only to see the widest grin shed saw on him in a while.

“Well, i have a lot of them.” he leaned back in his chair, gaining a bit of confidence.

Y/n smiled shyly and stood up, “yeah because you're obsessed with spending money.”

“I'm so not!” he laughed slightly.

Y/n gave him a small giggle, “i'll see you later wilby.” her voice was soft and smooth, she leaned over the table and placed a small kiss to his cheek. Leaning back she watched as his eyes grew wide and his cheeks burned a faint pink before she turned to make her way to the treehouse.

Before he could get another word out, she was already outside.

Phil poked his head into the room, letting out an airy laugh.

“Yeah?” he said to wilbur, laughing at how shocked he still seemed.

Wilbur looked up at phil, “Dad?”

Phil nodded, “mhm?”

“I love her.” he had a starry look in his eyes. “Shes-she's-..” he was trying to think of a word when suddenly Tommy spoke up from phils arms again for the second time that evening.

“Pwetty!” he grinned and looked up at phil.

Wilbur and Phil both laughed softly.

“That's for damn sure..” wilbur smiled to himself and shook his head slightly.

Once Y/n had made it into the treehouse, Techno immediately pulled her into his arms. Y/n quickly hugged him around his shoulders.

Techno was tall, not as tall as Wilbur, but definitely taller than Y/n and tall for his age. He leaned down to rest his head on her shoulder as he hugged her.

Looking over his shoulder she noticed the contents of her bag on the floor, “so you found the book?”

Techno nodded into her shoulder, “can we sit?”

She nodded and slowly pulled away looking up at him, moving to the rug.

He sat in front of her, but reached his arms out. She smiled and moved to be in front of him, leaning back against him. They usually sat this way when he was reading, so he could either read to her or she could just sit close to him while he read.

Techno leaned his head on top of hers, and slid his arms around her waist pulling her close.

“Thank you for the book by the way.” he mumbled.

“Did you cry?” she smirked.

“I did cry. But not because of the book specifically.” he said.

“Oh.” her smirk fell. She put one of her hands on top of him, pulling it from her waist to hold on to his fingers. “Did you..sleep here?” she saw the way the blanket was on the rug and the book around it.

“Uh..yeah. I did.” he picked his head up to look at their hands. He flipped his hand so it was facing up, Y/n traced small patterns into his palm.

“I almost came up here..” she turned to look up at him.

Techno stared down at her, his eyes tracing each feature on her face. His free hand came off of her waist to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, “I wish you had..”

Both of their eyes were lazy. “Will you tonight?” Technos eyes weren't on hers, they were watching her lips, and his hand was resting at the base of her neck, he could feel her pulse quickening.

“Yeah..of course.” she tried to contain her nerves at the way he was staring at her.

He stared at her a little longer before she moved his hand from her neck up to her cheek.

“You signed that letter “your Y/n”..” he mumbled, looking at her eyes for a split second.

“I did, yeah.” her eyes almost seemed glazed over.

“You're mine?” his eyes were wild, unlike hers. Her head lulled more to the side, into his hands at his words.

“Say it..i need to hear it please..” his words were so soft, but they felt like he'd just knocked the wind out of her all the same.

“I'm yours.” she stared at him, as he seemed to tense at her words. His eyes drifted to her lips again as he slowly leaned down to her, his face less than inches from hers.

“God..” he mumbled as his lips clashed with hers. She reached up behind her to rest her own hand on his cheek, pulling him closer.

Y/n could barely think clear with the way his lips felt on hers, he was being so gentle.

Meanwhile Technos thoughts were running rampant. The way her small hand felt on his jaw, the way her pulse was going so quick, the way her face felt so warm, the way she was still holding onto his other hand grasping it so tightly. And it was all his doing.

He pulled away for a moment, needing to know how she was feeling and what she was thinking.

As he pulled away Y/n gave a small whine, unhappy with how he moved away from her. Her eyes were still closed even as her brows furrowed.

He smiled softly down at her, he couldn't believe he'd kissed her.

Her eyes opened for a moment, finding his loving gaze.

He was about to pull her face back to his when they both suddenly heard a knock to the doorway of the treehouse.

Wiilbur was standing on the balcony outside the doorway. His eyes seemed almost empty.

“Dinners em..dinners ready. Dad sent me up to get you two.” he turned quickly, getting away from what he'd seen as quickly as possible, before they could see any sort of tears that had formed in his eyes.

This time it was Techno that had messed up royally.

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pt 4

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GENSHIN IMPACT Character x gn reader fluff stories~♡♡

Scenario: Confessions part 1

Characters: Albedo and Bennett(seperate)

Pairings: Albedo x gn reader, Bennett x gn reader

Warnings: None

SFW----> Lots of fluff down below. Click at your own risk. ;)

Albedo:

● He catches himself staring at you while you both work on experiments together. He feels a heat rising in his chest when your eyes meet his. He's not sure what this feeling is, but he enjoys it.

● He finds himself in the library asking Lisa for books about this unknown feeling. She lets out a small laugh, "Darling, what you're feeling is love!" Love? His interest peaked as Lisa handed him a few books on the subject.

"So then just a drop of this frost potion before adding the mist flower?" You ask, looking up at him, meeting his wandering gaze, his beautiful teal eyes smiling at you. You're unaware that you're creating something Albedo meticulously planned for you.

He nods, "You're doing great. After you add those two together the final step is to fuse it with the ley line branch," his voice was gentle as he watched you.

You were embarrassed, your cheeks turning pink, but you were grateful that he was letting you create something for the first time, "I'll do my best, Master Albedo," You were studying under him for quite sometime as his assistant. You weren't quite up to par with Sucrose yet, but now he was finally letting you work on projects.

Determined not to fail him, you carefully put a single drop of the frost potion in the dish before you. You then added the mist flower, the bowl gently emitting a soft glow, "Ah! Somethings happening!" You exclaim excitedly.

Albedo gets up from his chair and walks over to you, the ley line branch in his hand. He leans over you, his hand brushing up against yours softly, "You're on the last step. Amazing job, Y/N," He says, taking your hand gently, turning it around so your palm faces upwards, "You remember how to fuse them together, yes?" He asks softly, his voice low, placing the ley line branch in your hand, his fingers lingering for a moment with yours. That made your heart flutter.

You can feel the warmth of his hand as it meets with yours. You glance upwards, his gaze catching yours. He had a slight pink hue across his face, though you weren't quite sure why.

It seemed as if he was studying your reactions to his touch. You didn't mind it as you often found yourself thinking about him on a daily basis, but you wouldn't let him know that. After all, he was your teacher and master. Little did you know, he felt the same about you, "Y-yes, Master Albedo." You replied, slowly moving your hand away from his, grasping the ley line branch.

He smiles softly at you and nodded for you to continue, making your heart almost leap from your chest. It was a rare sight to see, but you relished in those moments and you smile back at him. You place the ley line branch in the bowl.

A brilliant bright blue lit up the room, both of you had to shield your eyes before the dancing blue light calmed down, "Whoa. . ." You were breathless as it happened. A success! You peered into the bowl to see what you had created with Albedo's recipe.

You gasp softly. Inside the bowl was a beautiful heart shaped crystal and before you could speak Albedo took your hands in his, "Y/N, I love you. Will you go out with me?" He asked with a brilliance of hope in his eyes.

Tears welled up in your eyes from pure happiness, "Of course I will. . .I love you too." You couldn't believe this was happening, but you couldn't wait for the next chapter of your relationship to come as this was all you ever wished for.

With that, you found yourself embracing him, nuzzling close to his star shaped mark as he let out a happy sigh, kissing the top of your head. His confession was also a success. . .his best experiment yet.

Albedo x gn reader confession END

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Bennett:

● He never fails to protect you, even if he gets hurt in the process. He'll always be the one to volunteer to open a chest, or activate a mechanism in case of a trap. He just wants you to be safe and doesn't want his bad luck effecting you.

● This guy has no clue you're crushing on him. This poor baby actually thinks you hate him! Even though you have been adventuring with him for months, you get so flustered with your feelings you end up running away everytime he says something so adorable. He just wants to be close to you, so he doesn't understand why you always run away.

Lodged between two walls, both of your chests up against one another, faces mere inches from each other you find yourself in another odd predicament thanks to Bennett's awful luck. You weren't even sure how this had happened and neither did he, but all you could focus on was the warmth of his breath tickling your face, "Awh, I'm sorry, Y/N. I had no idea that was going to happen. Hopefully some other adventurers will find us soon," He said sheepishly trying to ignore the fact he's pressed so close to you.

You feel heat spreading across your face as you avoid eye contact, "I-it's okay, Benny. I think we've been through worse situations," you say softly.

It was true, just last week the both of you almost got cooked alive because Bennett accidentally woke up an entire tribe of meat obsessed Hillichurls in Dadaupa Gorge. Thankfully the dagger you strategically hid in your sleeve swiftly cut the rope you were tied up in and you both barely escaped.

There was a painstakingly long silence before Bennett spoke up, "Why do you bother to go on adventures with me? Don't you hate me?" His voice sounded sad, defeated. All he wanted was to get your attention because he liked you. You were the only one to stick around him after all the other adventurers abandoned him.

You were taken aback by his questions. You finally muster up the courage to look him in his saddened emerald eyes, "Oh, Benny. . .I had no idea you felt that way about me. ." You felt your heart breaking, but you push through, "I-I go on adventures with you because I actually really enjoy spending time together. I'm so sorry I gave you that impression. I don't hate you, Benny."

He breathes a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness. I was afraid you did after you kept running off without saying anything. I really like spending time with you too," Bennett smiles at you repairing your heart in an instant.

Your cheeks flushed with an apparent red hue you take a deep breath. Today was the day. No more holding back and no more running away, "Bennett. . .you see, I. . ."

"What is it, Y/N?" He asks quizzically.

"I-I really like you. Will you go out with me?" Your eyes are closed tight at this point, preparing for the worse, but it doesn't come. Instead you feel your chin being lifted up and his warm lips press against yours before pulling away.

"Today must be the luckiest day of my life. . ." He mutters, "Of course I'll go out with you."

Today wasn't so bad afterall, you thought.

Bennett x gn reader END

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