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nice to meet you, where you been? (steddie tattoo shop au)

🌷 part 1 | part 2 (or read on ao3) | T – 12.3k – 3/3 🌷

part 3: fallingforyou (5k)

in which the boys finally have that date

Eddie doesn’t even make it home before his phone vibrates, revealing a new message from an unknown number. 

Unknown: hi i was a bit dumb and didn’t ask for your number but i figured you’d be cool if i take it from the form you filled out for the tat. hope that’s fine! 👀 

Steve: oh this is steve by the way

Eddie snorts and leans against the lamp post beside him. It’s a bit stupid, the way he just essentially drops everything to text a boy; but he’s always been like that, and he sure as hell isn’t gonna change that for Steve fucking Harrington! In fact, he has a feeling it might only get worse from here on out. 

Eddie: Aw and here I thought this was Brad. I even drew a little heart beside my phone number on the tattoo form :( Steve: pff please you’d never get a tattoo from someone named brad Steve: that’s not even a real name  Steve: people named brad aren’t real Eddie: Brad is ghosting me and you’re joking about it, Harrington, I cannot believe this 💔 Steve: i’ll make it up to you Steve: are you free on saturday? Eddie: Only if Brad doesn’t un-ghost me 😔 Steve: menace :D Eddie: I’m getting your tattoo removed as we speak!!! Eddie: !!!!!! Steve: :( Eddie: That’s what you get, Stevie. That’s what you wanna take on a date.

Eddie’s heart is hammering in his chest, the wide grin faltering a little when he realises what he just said. He called it a date. Is that right? Is that what Steve wants? Is that what they’re doing? There is a chance that Steve only wants to catch up, hang out as friends. Queer friends that can’t exactly stop smiling at each other, who occasionally get lost in each other’s eyes, who flirt, who…

Damn. He’s not objecting to a friendship with Steve. Hell, it would probably be one of the best things to happen to him right after his band and the soulmate-ism with Chrissy! But the thing is, he’d have a massive crush to get over first. 

There, he’s admitting it now. He has a crush on Steve Harrington like he’s never had a crush like this on anyone before, ever, in his whole entire life. Except once, in high school, for nearly two years. On Steve Harrington. Fucking dammit, he is so cliché. He’s leaning against a lamppost, grinning down at his phone, and everything! 

And Steve isn’t typing anymore. Eddie is kind of dying. How’d this man get this much power over him in the matter of, what, like a week? 

Eddie: Not too late to back out of that by the way Steve: are you kidding me?? Steve: bro i would take you on that date right now instead of waiting until saturday Steve: but alas

‘Alas’! The boy knows words! 

Eddie’s heart is doing a somersault in his chest — and if anyone asks, no, that’s not him giggling down at his phone out on the streets like a helpless little gay boy with his first real, butterflies kind of crush. 

Eddie: Oh damn, you're a real go-getter, aren't you, Steebie? Eddie: Wait Eddie: Did you just call me bro Eddie: DID YOU JUST CALL ME BRO STEVEN Eddie: B R O ?????? Eddie: Is that what we are 😔

Steve: drowning my phone as we speak 

Steve:if you need me no you don't

And if Eddie is cackling at that, laughing, blushing, hiding his face behind his curls, no, he is not. 

Giggling, blushing, and feeling so very alive, Eddie hits the call button and hopes that Steve didn’t actually drown his phone and went to leave the country. 

But luck, it turns out, favours him today, because Steve picks up on the first ring. 

“Hi, bro,” Eddie says, still laughing. On the other end of the line, Steve is groaning, but Eddie can hear something even better. “Oh my God, is that Nobody’s Perfect you’re listening to? From Hannah Montana?” 

“Picking up the phone was a mistake,” Steve sighs without any real heat, and Eddie just wants to go all the way back and watch him. Chin on his hands and all. Just watch Steve as he closes up, listening to ridiculous songs that make him call people bro as he’s flirting with them, and tell him how beautiful he looks in clothes that are not designed to make people look this perfect. 

“So what was that about taking me on a date right now?” Eddie asks instead of saying any of that, listening as the music gets quieter over the line. 

There’s a moment of silence and Eddie imagines Steve shrugging. He’s adorable even in Eddie’s head. He lives in there now. Rent free, just pretty and sassy and not at all bro-like. 

“Stevie?” 

“Uh. Yeah, that was, uh. Sorry.” 

“What for?” 

A huff, some shuffling, and Eddie yearns. He feels it in his hands, the way they’re tingling, aching to reach out, to hold, to keep. 

Steve sighs, then speaks. “Nothing, just a whole narrative of things that make me sound like the clingiest dude, so let’s pretend I didn’t say a thing?” 

Eddie smiles before he knows it, because Steve might be saying what he thinks he’s saying, and he’s being shy about it. Shy! Steve! Eddie never stood a chance. 

“You miss me already, Mister Kettle?” 

“Maybe.” And God. How is he so charismatic even when he’s shy and most probably blushing? Steve Harrington, force of nature specifically designed to wreck Eddie’s little heart and soul and universe. 

“Say the word and I’ll come back, Stevie,” Eddie says, and he finds that he means it. He doesn’t have plans, Chrissy isn’t home to tell him he’s not dreaming, and he has this ache, this tingling in his chest, his arms, his hands. This feeling that tells him he has to go hug Steve right this second and not let go for the next five to seven business decades. 

There’s a huff and the ache only gets stronger. 

“In fact, Steeb-o, it’s actually testing every ounce of strength this mind and body possess not to jump back into the subway and make my way over to you. So, like. Say the word. I think I might literally be begging you to go ahead and say the word, give me an excuse to be annoying and clingy.” 

Steve chuckles and he sounds both relieved and stricken, and Eddie wants to know. He wants to know what’s happening inside that pretty little head. He needs to know what Steve thinks, what he wants, what he sees, what his world is like. 

This is crush of his is moving incredibly fast. And still it’s far from enough for Eddie, and he knows that’s kinda not good, not healthy, a bit dangerous possibly. But it seems to be the same for Steve. Like maybe they’re bad influences for each other. 

Like catalysts for destruction. But how would the boy who shines like gold in the sunlight destroy him? The boy who listens to Nobody’s Perfect when he’s cleaning and closing up, the boy who tapes up his shirt sleeve so Eddie won’t have to take off his shirt, the boy who has a whole binder of weird-ass tattoos and the softest touch, the quickest mouth, the sharpest tongue, meeting Eddie’s banter head-on like it’s all they’ve been doing since taking their first breath of shared air. 

It’s not destruction that’s happening. It’s something much, much more terrifying. It has Eddie’s heart beating in his throat all the same. 

“Let me take you on a real date,” Steve says then. “When I didn’t have a long day at work. When I won’t say stupid shit. Okay, Eddie?” 

The yearning doesn’t stop, not when Steve says his name like that, in that smiling way he has. Part of him wants to object, wants to insist to turn around and spend more time with Steve. He wants to kick himself, wants to apologise for just running out of the shop like that. If he hadn’t, maybe they could go on that date now. 

But Steve’s exhausted, and he deserves better than Eddie being actually clingy and annoying about this. Boundaries. No matter how tingly his arms are. 

“Of course,” is what he says. “Sorry.” 

“Not at all,” Steve hurries, that casualness back in his voice that makes Eddie want to go eat a tree. “I think I started that, anyway.” 

“Yeah, when you called me bro,” Eddie adds, snickering. 

Steve groans again. “I hate you.” 

“And for good reason, too, bro.” 

“I’m hanging up on you, Edwin.” 

“Can’t believe you continuously hate-crime me, Steve Rogers.” 

“Captain America? You won’t hear me complaining.” 

Eddie snorts. “You’re so easy, man.” 

“Goodbye, Eddie,” Steve laughs, and Eddie wants to soak it up. Live inside that laugh. 

“Bye, Stevie.”

And then the line goes dead, and Eddie finds himself still leaning against the lamppost, stupid grin on his face, face half hidden behind his hair. There is that nice sting of a new tattoo on his arm, the late summer air is breezing through his jacket, and the upbeat Powerwolf song picks up where Eddie left it when Steve called. 

It’s a good day. A great day. A wonderful, perfect, absolutely breathtaking day. 

Eddie is a bundle of nerves and anxiety by the time Saturday rolls around. He’s spent more time in Chrissy’s bed than in his own and they went over the whole, What if he finds out I’m actually the most boring person on this planet? ordeal, which has gained him a pillow to the head and a big, big hug. He’s not complaining. 

But he also is decidedly not calm when he sees Steve rounding the corner. Not when he sees the guy breaking into a huge smile that puts even the sun to shame, and especially not when he spots the flowers in the guy’s hands. Flowers for him. Flowers that make his heart skip.

God, he’s so lame. 

“Hey,” Steve says, still smiling, except now Eddie can see he’s blushing. Blushing! 

Abort mission, abort mission! Eddie cannot do this. He is not cut out to dating pretty boys that blush and bring him flowers. 

“Hi,” he says, feet rooted to the ground as he feels his own blush rising to his cheeks. “Are those for me?” 

“No, actually they’re for Brad. I’m surprised to meet you here, this is kinda awkward now.” Steve’s looking around in a theatrical manner and Eddie hates him so much, he is so lame! 

Except now they’re both laughing and Eddie is pulling Steve into a tight, warm hug. It feels so intimate, the way Steve’s face is pressed against the crook of his neck, his arms tight around Eddie’s middle. And the little hum when Steve’s laughter subsides sends shivers down his back.

He was right, actually. Holding Steve is the best thing his arms could do, and he never wants to let go. 

“Hi,” he says again after a while, closing his eyes and smiling into Steve’s shoulder. 

“Hey.” 

This is going great. Neither of them seems in the mood to let go anytime soon. 

But then Steve takes a step back and holds out his flowers to Eddie. They’re dried flowers, the same he has in the little vases in his tattoo parlour, and they smell amazing. It’s ridiculously cute. Everything about Steve makes Eddie want to explode and scream and laugh and cry and take the deepest breath of his lifetime. 

“I would have given you fresh ones, but I feel like that would have been a bit sad if they can’t get water, and these ones will probably last you a bit longer, too. I hope that’s fine?”

It’s fine. It’s so, so fine. God, it’s so lame, but it’s so fine, and Eddie wants to scream again. Instead, he takes the flowers and goes in for another hug. Steve chuckles and breathes a tiny little sigh of relief that Eddie soaks right up. 

“Thank you, Stevie,” he murmurs. “I love them, actually. Very metal, to bring me dead flowers, actually.” 

At that, Steve sputters and shoves away from him, still laughing. “Yeah, I figured you’re weird enough to enjoy dead flowers more than dying ones.” 

“Touché, Steven. Touché.” 

“You're so weird,” Steve says and then nudges their shoulders together. “Now come on, mister tough guy metal man.” 

“Oh, I’m gonna have that be my actual title. Can I legally make you address me like that?”

Steve eyes him from the side and says, in the most serious tone, “I won’t say anything without my lawyer.” 

Eddie cackles at that, feeling elated and excited and just really fucking good. Steve makes him feel all those good things that people have been talking about forever, and it’s only just the first date. He’s helpless. Can’t stop looking at Steve, sneaking glances and hiding behind his hair when Steve meets them, looking so fucking fond that it makes Eddie want to run away again. 

It’s intense in a way that Eddie has never experienced. And they talk. Oh, but they talk. About everything and nothing, and it feels so natural. He learns more about Steve’s best friend Robin, he still doesn’t know the name of his little tattoo angel friend, and it turns out walking around town with Steve is an experience, because you can’t take the guy anywhere. 

Every five minutes there’s someone waving, excited to see him, or even just nodding as they pass them on the street. It kind of adds to his sunny disposition and makes Eddie feel like he’s stepped into a parallel universe, like he’s witnessing something primal to the human experience. Something like joy, like fascination, like the universal constant that is being drawn to Steve Harrington. 

And he’s staring, smile on his lips, when Steve notices. 

“What?” he asks, sounding a bit shy underneath that amusement as he pays for ice cream and hands Eddie his cone. 

“Nothing.”

“Didn’t look like nothing to me, man.” 

Eddie eyes him. “Are we entering bro territory again, Harrington?” 

“Oh fuck you,” he laughs, and then the moment is over and Eddie could go back to his musings. He could. But he’s Eddie fucking Munson, and if there’s one thing he doesn’t have, it’s a filter. And chill. Okay, there are several things he doesn’t have, and all of them come out when he’s around Steve, apparently. 

“It’s just, you’re like the sun.” 

Steve stops in his tracks, looking at him. “I’m like the sun?” 

Eddie nods and comes to a stop a few steps ahead of Steve. “Pretty much.” 

“Uh. Care to elaborate?” 

“Well, first of all you’re wearing a yellow button-up, of all things, and that just screams sun at me, no take-backs,” he points out, and Steve looks down at himself, frowning a bit like he’s only just realised the colour of his shirt. Adorable. 

Eddie continues, before his brain catches up with whatever the fuck he’s doing, baring his thoughts like that on the first date. 

“Secondly, you’re kind. Like, you’re a genuinely nice guy. And I think the term sunny disposition was coined for you specifically. Actually, I have a friend in linguistics, I can ask her if there are any etymological… Anyway, uh.” Oh, there it is. His brain is back and he realises what he’s saying, notices the way Steve’s looking at him, his head cocked to the side, looking at him. Seeing him. Understanding what he’s saying. 

Eddie swallows and goes back to eating his ice cream, looking anywhere but at Steve. 

He almost misses it when Steve says, “You’re cute, Eddie Munson.” 

His head whips up when he hears that, staring at Steve and his stupid little smile, his shining eyes, the glazed look in them, like he’s seeing Eddie and the rest of the world for the first time. 

And Eddie, because he truly deserves the title of triple high school flunkee, says, “No, you.” 

Steve huffs and shakes his head, still with that smile on his lips as he approaches Eddie again, crossing that distance. Drawing Eddie in even though his feet are rooted to the floor again. He swallows as the blood rises to his cheeks, bringing with it a heat that only deepens his conviction that Steve is a fucking sun of his own. 

They’re so close, suddenly, that Eddie can smell the sweet lemon ice cream Steve got, and he holds his breath, petrified. He begins to understand why, throughout history, people have built religions around the sun. Why they have worshipped and created mythology around her, why people have been likened and pronounced representatives of the sun herself. 

He gets it when Steve leans in and brushes the sweetest kiss to his burning cheek. His hand lingers on Eddie’s jaw even as he pulls away. 

“Cute,” Steve says with a finality that a voice as raspy as his shouldn’t possess. But Eddie doesn’t dare argue, not when Steve is so close, not when he can see the blush on his cheek, not when he only needs to turn his head and their lips would touch. “And pretty. Thank you.” 

The fingers on his jaw are moving in the slightest caress once, twice, three times before Steve pulls back. 

And Eddie sways. Honest to god sways on his feet, and he tries to mask it by taking a step back and spinning around, but Steve’s light snicker tells him he’s been found out. 

It’s unfair, though, that Steve gets to have this charm. This confidence. The courage to just kiss his cheek when it takes Eddie everything to just act normal. Well, as normal as he gets. 

It’s unfair. And addictive. He hides his face in the flowers that smell so perfectly like spring and summer and freedom that it makes him positively giddy. Everything about today makes him giddy. 

Can it really be like this? Is this really for Eddie to soak up, is this for him to keep? This kind of happiness and joy never did seem to be reserved for him.

But then Steve asks if he can take his hand, and Eddie opens his heart to the moment and links their fingers, daring to look over and catch Steve’s smile before he ducks his head away. 

As far as first dates go, this is the best one Eddie’s had. They just walk a lot, which is perfect for his restlessness. This way he can run away from Steve and let the man laugh as he catches up, shaking his head with fondness. And Steve does. He follows him, he catches up, he gives chase, and suddenly they’re kids having a perfect summer day outside, their bellies full of ice cream. 

And it turns out, Steve Harrington is not just a pretty face, a kick-ass tattoo artist, an interesting mind and a sunny kind of smile. No, he’s also a person Eddie wants to genuinely spend time with. It’s almost too good to be true and it makes him want to hide. 

So he does. But not behind his hair, no. He presses his face into Steve’s collarbone, and instead of shoving him off or laughing awkwardly, Steve just wraps his arms around him and holds him. Tight. 

“Everything okay?” 

Eddie nods, holding Steve in return. “Yep, but if you’re gonna ask me any more questions, I’m gonna be real stupid here.” 

Steve hums. “Stupid like me saying I didn’t really want to wait until today and just see you again right away on Tuesday?” 

It makes his heart jump, because, yeah, something like that. Something exactly like that. 

“Uh-huh. It’s just…” He sighs and steps back to look at Steve. “I’m having a really wonderful day. And it feels sort of forbidden.” 

“Forbidden how?” 

“Like… God, this is gonna sound very, like, thirty steps ahead, probably. But you’re, like. Man. You’re kinda perfect, and I can’t really wrap my head around the fact that we’re on this date, and that you’re calling me cute and pretty. Because people don’t do that. Not to a trans guy, not to me. And I didn’t even know I wanted that, but, boy. Boy. I do. I really fucking do.” 

Steve is smiling by the end of it, and Eddie doesn’t quite understand. He should be running, should be looking at him with pity in his eyes, or that misplaced kind of understanding that’s really just nothing else but pity, just disguised with a dash of transphobia. 

“Why are you smiling?” he asks when he’s just about to explode. 

Steve shrugs, but that smile stays. “I like that you just… Say these things. That I can ask you what’s up and you’ll tell me. I don’t know, makes me feel like you trust me.” 

“I do.” 

That smile widens a fraction, and Steve takes his hand. “Well, let me return the favour, hm? I like being here with you. I’m having a really amazing time and I don’t want it to end. I didn’t want it to end on Tuesday either, I don’t know. It just… I don’t know, it feels right. And you are cute. And pretty. And funny, and just really great to spend time with. It feels like I get to be a version of myself with you that’s just, like, all of it, you know? It’s scary, of course it is, and makes me feel a bit stupid, too, but more than that it’s just really great. I’m sorry people are weird, but believe me when I say that, yes, you get to have cutesy dates, too. I’d take you on one, like, every week if you want.” 

“Every week, huh? What, do you have a crush on me, Harrington?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?” 

And just like that, they’re laughing again. Relieved, happy, filling their little bubble with joy and sincerity and butterflies. 

Things are moving fast, but Eddie feels that if they went any slower, the world might actually end. 

They don’t kiss that day. 

In fact, it’s past midnight when Steve cradles Eddie’s cheeks outside the door to his apartment, looking at him like he hung the moon. Eddie’s not any better off, he feels. 

“Can I kiss you, Eddie?”

“I’ll bite you if you don’t.” 

Steve hums as he leans and brushes his lips against Eddie’s. It’s a good kiss. Oh, it’s a great kiss. It might just be the best kiss of his life when he feels Steve’s tongue against his lips, and he moans a little as he winds his arms around Steve’s neck, holding him there. Keeping him. 

They kiss lazily, perfectly, for so long that it leaves Eddie a bit dizzy. And when he breaks away to take a breath, Steve leans his forehead against his temple. 

“Goodnight, Eddie,” he whispers. “Thank you for today.” 

Words fail him, so he just nods before pulling Steve in again by the back of his neck, kissing him some more. Because how in the world could he not? 

“When can I see you again?” he asks, just to be a little pathetic. 

Steve moves the kisses from his lips to his nose, his cheek, his eyelids and up to his forehead, making Eddie glad there’s a locked door behind him. 

“Tomorrow sound good?” 

“Tomorrow sounds perfect,” Eddie breathes. “Best fucking day of the week.” 

Steve laughs and presses one last chaste kiss to his lips. 

“For the record,” Essie says, pulling away from Steve, a bit breathless, “when you say tomorrow, you mean today, right?” 

And Steve pauses. Steps away from Eddie. “I can’t believe I like a guy who thinks the day is over at midnight.” 

Eddie would laugh at that, but… “You like me, huh?” 

“Very much. Thought that was obvious what with the kissing and the handholding and the whole speech thing we had going on earlier.” 

Eddie is too giddy to retort and he’s only mildly petrified when he actually giggles, darting forward for another kiss. “Goof. Goodnight, Stevie. Now leave before I do something stupid like inviting you in.” 

“Oh yeah, we wouldn’t wanna do that. You’d end up seeing all my tattoos and spontaneously combust. I can’t bear that kind of responsibility.” 

“Your— Steve!” But the man is already retreating, walking backwards to watch Eddie as he laughs, giving a silly little wave that has no business being so cute. “Get your ass back here,” Eddie hisses as loud as he dares, aware of the time and the fact that his neighbours will be asleep already. And that’s not even mentioning Chrissy. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Eddie.” 

“Will you show me your tats then?” 

“What? Sorry, I suddenly can’t hear you anymore, you’re so far away.” Asshole. Beautiful fucking asshole who kisses so good that Eddie’s still leaning against the door. He hates him. So much. They’re gonna have a spring wedding. 

Tomorrow finds Eddie outside of Steve’s door, fighting both nerves and a big smile as he knocks. Seconds later, the door sweeps open with a flourish and Steve is on the other side, smirking at him, looking so damn put together that Eddie falters a bit. 

“So rude of you to turn up your damn charm, Harrington.” 

“Only for you, Munson,” Steve says, taking Eddie’s hand and pulling him inside. “Only for you.” 

Eddie steps into his personal space and kicks the door shut gently. “Oh yeah? Well, I’m charmed. What’cha gonna do about it, big boy?” 

Steve hums, bringing his hands up to Eddie’s neck. “Think I’m gonna kiss it better, see if that helps.” 

And then he does. He pulls Eddie in, closing what little space was left between them and takes his breath away with a long, gentle, intimate kiss. 

“God,” Eddie breathes against his lips, his own hands landing in Steve’s hair, which earns him another hum. 

“Yup.” 

God, he’s so lame. 

“So,” Eddie says with one last kiss to Steve’s lips. And then another. And another. “Show me your tats?” 

Steve laughs and leads the way further into the apartment. It’s nothing like Eddie expected. Sure, it’s tidy and clean, because Steve just seems like the kind of guy who folds his laundry immediately and takes his dishes to the sink instead of letting them pile up or soak. But there are posters on the wall, there are little figurines and fairy lights lining the shelves, pictures of Steve and a girl that looks vaguely familiar. So many pictures actually, of Steve and the girl and other people, laughing and blurry at times, testaments of good times. 

They make Eddie smile a bit. Fucking sunny boy Steve, alright. 

Steve and Eddie end up talking for a while first, sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and some stupidly delicious cupcakes. 

“Robbie made those.” 

“Your roommate best friend? The one with the fear of needles or something?” 

“The one and only,” Steve laughs. “She has a little bakery down the street, actually. Used to stress bake half her life before she turned it into a business. The night before her finals in high school, she made three cakes and dour batches of, like, three different types of cookies. She aced her finals, of course.” 

“Of course,” Eddie grins, taking another bite of the cupcake. He’ll have to stay with Steve just to get his hands on more of these, damn. Chrissy is coming with him to get more tomorrow, he decides.

“I also told her you chose her favourite little angel and she wants to marry you now. Except, I reminded her that you’re a man and she, very respectfully, passes.” 

“Shame.” 

“Very. Guess now you’re stuck with me.” 

“Damn. The hardship,” Eddie sighs with all the drama lessons he ever had in his life, and it makes Steve chuckle as he takes his hand. They stare at each other for a moment or two, just soaking up the smell of coffee and their respective smiles. 

The moment ends when Steve raises his hand to his lips and presses a kiss to his knuckles before rising to his feet and tugging him along into his room. Eddie zones out for a bit just watching Steve move in his space, talking about something that Eddie doesn’t really comprehend because he’s busy staring as Steve takes of his shirt, and— 

Oh. 

They’re wings. 

Steve has wings. Four of them, and they’re like mandalas. Intricate little things, but when Eddie takes a closer look, trailing his hand along Steve’s warm skin, he can’t help but notice that the lines are a bit like smoke. They don’t seem to follow any pattern or direction, and up close, they don’t look like wings. Up close they look like disjointed, wonky lines. Like a freestyle tattoo, almost absentminded in its ink.

They’re beautiful, covering Steve’s whole back, mixing fine line patterns with stronger, thicker, almost aggressive lines. Eddie could stare for hours, tracing the abstract lines, trying to figure them out and giving up with the fondest fascination. 

And that’s how they find themselves in Steve’s bed, shirtless, Steve lying down on his front, his head placed comfortably on his folded arms. Eddie is straddling his legs, moving his hands up and down Steve’s back, which turns into a light massage and Steve purrs underneath his touch. 

There’s nothing sexual about this — and not just because they’re both sort of ace. It’s just tender. Trusting. Gentle. 

Steve’s shoulders, his chest the insides of his upper arms, they’re all covered in tattoos. All rather abstract versions of common motifs. There are monsters, too, and it’s like someone turned Lovecraftian storytelling into a tattoo machine and used Steve as a canvas. Eddie somehow has no doubt that Steve designed most of these together with Robin or that artist friend Will he mentioned yesterday.

He wants to ask, wants to understand, wants to know it all. But words don't belong in this moment, so Eddie keeps up the gentle motions of his hands. Soon, Steve is falling asleep under his hands and Eddie joins him after a while. They’re wrapped around each other, comfortable, without a care in the world. It’s rather perfect. 

And if you ask Eddie years down the line, he’ll say that this is the moment he knew he could very well fall in love with Steve Harrington. In fact, he’s already on his way there. 

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okay whew, we are done? i think? maybe? there might be a buckingham part to this at some point, but if y'all have anything you wanna see in this verse, i'm open to being pestered very kindly and patently please i am quite literally on the verge of an anxiety attack rn)

thank you @ everyone who was even mildly enthusiastic about this little thing, you 12 people have my whole heart 🤍🌷🥹

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[woozi]

thank u for giving this lil blog lots of love even though i'm not as active as i used to be 🥰

[ryzl]

imagine a yandere! florist 🌷

yandere! florist who is tired of his every day life. it is a never ending cycle

that is until . . . . . he saw YOU ♡

yandere! florist who, at first, doesn't care. he just saw you as a normal person (with unreal beauty, might i add) who just happens to always visit the bookstore in front of the flower shop he works on

yandere! florist who starts to see you frequently, and couldn't help but get curious as to why you always visit the bookstore in front of the shop.

i mean, could you at least go to HIS shop? pretty please? 😩

yandere! florist who couldn't help but feel overjoyed when you actually went to his shop. hooray for him

saying you ordered for a bouquet of ROSES. hmmm red?

i wonder who is it for ? your lover maybe? oh no that shouldn't be possible. you are his.

so when yandere! florist asked who's it for, you should answer honestly, alright? SO WHO'S IT FOR?

oh? what you've ordered was wrong? whew, you almost gave him a heart attack darling :3

it's actually WHITE ROSES, for a family member ig???

yandere! florist who prepared the bouquet for you (lmao expect his number on a seperate card inside the bouquet)

yandere! florist who told you to come anytime :> you are always welcome here 🥳

yandere! florist who starts to stalk you on the daily. :))

no problem with that right??? yeah, thought so too.

yandere! florist who figured out where you live !!!!

you can expect random flowers that are associated with "romantic love" by your door step :> you're welcome, my dearest.

oh love, it's very fun seeing you look around for whoever the flowers are from. you look so cute :3 he wanna squish you :>

yandere! florist who (finally) mustered up enough courage to actually give the flowers to you. FACE TO FACE 🙀

like omg can this even get any more creepier ROMANTIC?

yandere! florist who did his very best to pour all his affection to you :>

in short, he's proving to you that he's hubby material 🥰🥰🥰

yandere! florist who has vendetta against the librarian

yes he considers that librarian his rival when it comes to winning your love ♡

to anyone who wants to add anything in here, feel free to do so :>

yeah this is so rushed >:D anyways, i would like to thank everyone for supporting my mini writings :3 (love lots)

and btw mga dude, there will be a yandere! librarian next. ay na'spill. keme keme keme :3 see you next time guys

[buckgasms]

How did daddy Bucky x princess meet?🥰🥺

I think this is my Magnum Opus 🤭 it's mega long so forgive me but I just have a lot of feelings when it comes to Daddy Bucky and Princess 🩷

I'd love to hear your thoughts, feedback and obviously do keep sending me asks and ideas because I could write for these two for the rest of my life

Also a huge thanks to @mandijo17 and @clara-geekhime specifically, but to all of you who love them 🌷

- So I think it's a sure thing that when they met you, (Princess) were working at a really boring, horrible office job.

- You took the job at Peirce Enterprises because it was a chance to be creative and use your artistic skills, but as time went on it was becoming more strict, the workloads were humungous and all your colleagues were just plain mean.

- Most of the time you could hide at your little cubicle and get on with your work without being bothered, but sometimes mean guys would come around and steal your little plushies, move your stuff and leer at you.

- When you had to go to meetings the boss would shout, making you nervous as hell, so when you were called upon, you would stutter and struggle to speak.

- That just made everything so much worse.

✨

- One afternoon it was really bad. Mr Peirce had a big business meeting with Bucky Barnes.

- Everyone knew who he was.

- He owned almost all the real estate in Brooklyn, had fancy hotels, nightclubs, restaurants and god knows what else in his portfolio.

- He was also absolutely gorgeous, not that you were looking....

- So anyway, it was a big fucking deal and your work, some of your absolute best, was on display.

- "This is trash!" Pierce yelled and threw the paperwork at you knocking over your tea in the process.

- "What's your excuse?" He continued as your work soaked up the brown liquid and your eyes began to sting.

- "I...I...um, I thought..."

- He mocks your struggle and scoffs. "Get the hell out of my office...."

- Jumping out of your seat you run to the door, tears streaming down your face as you flee to your desk.

✨

- Not long after your colleagues drop by, saying it's all your fault they have to stay late and do more work. "Cost us our fucking bonus you dumbass" one of them says.

- Under the desk you squeeze at your little plushie, before dashing off to the supply cupboard.

- A few moments later there is a knock at the door. Before you can say anything it opens, and to your total shock, there is Bucky Barnes.

- He smiles, a kind smile but it's like he's holding his tongue.

- "This is a nice supply cupboard..." He comes in a bit further and hands you a handkerchief. "I fucking love stationery, nothing like a new notepad, or a y'know when you get a really good pen? And don't get me started on laminators... fuck those things are cool..."

- Before you can stop yourself you start giggling, hiccuping as he looks back at you and smiles more openly than before.

- He walks you back to your desk, admiring your cubicle, pointing out the pretty drawings and giving your little teddy a squeeze before placing it carefully on your desk.

- "Listen, I really loved your work. I thought it was excellent. If you want a change of scenery, let me know and I'd be happy to find a place for you in my organisation."

- He hands you a business card before giving you a wink and leaving. He shoots glares of death to all your co workers who are staring totally bemused at what they've just witnessed.

✨

- About a month later you are sitting at your desk and a parcel is dropped off by the moody receptionist.

- You sit confused for a moment before your curiosity peaks and you tear into the parcel.

- It's full of the most amazing things. A new iPad, apple pen stylus, notepads, pens, a fluffy pencil case and a little bunny teddy. It's an explosion of pink and you can't help tap your feet in excitement at this mystery parcel.

- Then your phone rings.

- It's Bucky's number.

- You know that because you have put his business card on your desk and memorised the number and each letter of his name until you know it by heart.

- "Hello?" You say quietly and look around, making sure no one can hear.

- "Did you get my parcel?" His rumbly voice tickles your ear, and you imagine him whispering just behind you. Your feet keep bouncing.

- "It's from you? Why?"

- "Well I thought maybe it might convince you to up sticks and work somewhere you are appreciated?"

- You smile and play with the ears of the bunny, "and what made you think I'd like this particular sort of thing?"

- "Just a hunch Princess..."

- Well that was nice. You struggle to breath a little but manage to pull it together for a sort of half laugh.

- "There is a condition though. You can only keep that stuff if you come for an interview. Otherwise I'm going to need it back..."

- Just then your boss storms through the office, eyes on you. You quickly say goodbye before he unleashes a tirade on your team. You manage to hide your parcel as he rants and raves, feeling oddly soothed by the soft bunny ear running between your fingers.

✨

- You knock on the door of Bucky's office later that day. You have the box in your arms and your backpack weighing on your shoulders.

- He let's you in with a smile which drops when he sees the box in your arms.

- "Don't tell me you're bringing that back?" He says incredulously as you softly smile and place it on his desk.

- The office is light and spacious, expensive furniture everywhere, a plush couch and of course a statement desk that you imagine he looks quite imposing sitting behind.

- "I was offered a better job today. I just don't feel right taking your gifts when it makes sense to stay there right? I'm sure once I'm in control of things, it will get better?"

- You seem to be asking him, rather than telling him and despite his downcast face, he doesn't press it.

- He flicks the lid open and peruses the contents, before clicking his tongue and raising an eyebrow.

- "Hmm I thought there was a bunny in here?"

- You face flushes and you even feel yourself pout. "I didn't think... I mean it's..."

- He grins, boyish delight on his face as he holds out his hand.

- "C'mon, it belongs here, not in that place."

- You control the urge to stamp your foot and have a total temper tantrum, which is totally not how you would ever behave in front of anyone. There's even a little scowl on your face as you hand it over and and takes it in his arms.

- You feel jealous of both of them before staying a firmer goodbye and leave, but not before his chuckles reach your ears and make you smile.

✨

- Monday morning you make your way into your new office. It's pretty bare but you gasp when you see the bunny sitting on the desk, a little note wishing you "Good luck x" in it's arms.

- You kiss its head and beam as you start unpacking, feeling lighter than air.

- Maybe you couldn't work for Bucky anyway. It wouldn't be good to have a crush on your boss?

- You finish sorting everything out and get to work, making sure Bucky's card is back on your desktop.

- Then an email dings up and you are called to a meeting. 2 hours!! It should be illegal. You give your bunny a squeeze before heading off.

✨

- You were feeling exhausted from the meeting when you came back to your office. Everyone in the area was quiet for a change. No snarky comments, no cruel joke.

- But you soon realised why.

- Opening the door of your office you found it trashed. Paper everywhere, screen scratched, books ripped and nasty words carved in the wood of your desk.

- Worst of all, the head of your bunny left sadisticly on your chair.

- It was too much. All the pain and awfulness you had taken on in the last year was too much.

- You had never done anything to them and they just continuously bullied you and made your life miserable.

- Looking around the room you felt utter dispair until you saw Bucky's card, ripped in half.

- Grabbing your bag you walked out of the room and didn't stop until you reached the lift. They shouted something at you but you didn't care. You couldn't take on any more of their hate.

- You walked through the city in a blur. Tears streamed down your face but you just kept walking and walking until you were there. You'd walked all the way to Bucky's building.

- The security desk looked quite disturbed to see you so emotional but you asked for Bucky and they pointed towards the lifts and made your way up.

- In that moment you wondered what the hell you were doing? Why were you in the lift?? Heading closer to his office looking like an absolute lunatic??

- Before you could stop them the doors slid open and there he was waiting. Without saying a word he pulled you out of the lift and into his arms.

- The dam broke fully and you sobbed into his chest. You managed to wail something about the bunny, your office, how mean they were...

- He managed to walk you into his office and sat on the comfy sofa and held you tight until you finally took a shaky breath and stopped crying.

- "Why are people so mean?" You whisper as he wipes the last few tears from your cheek before taking your hand in his.

- "I'm so sorry sweetie. You don't deserve that..."

- You feel so exhausted that when he takes you back in his arms and gently strokes your hair you just release a deep breath and slip into sleep.

✨

- A little while later you wake up, a soft blanket over you and you mumble a quiet 'hello?' as you sit up.

- "Hey, are you feeling ok? I got us some dinner I was worried you hadn't eaten all day..."

- You feel mortified but he shushes your apologies and puts a plate down in front of you.

- "Be a good girl and eat" he says smiling and you can't help but tuck in as your hunger (and praise kink) kicks in.

- You both sit comfortably, talking about various things, avoiding the reason for your arrival, keeping it light.

- Still, you find yourself unable to be sad around him. He makes you feel so safe and happy. It's addictive.

- He drops you home a few hours later, walking you right to the door, his hand resting on your arm, keeping you close.

- "So maybe I can come in for an interview in the end?" You say, feeling awkward but ultimately worried about what you are going to do now you can't go back to your actual job.

- He chuckles and takes your hand in his. "Do me a favour, don't worry about it. Will you let me figure something out for you?"

- He pulls you in a little closer and looks down at you, a cocky grin on his face.

- "Umm well, I worry about a lot of things Bucky... How can I not?"

- He rolls his eyes and presses a kiss to your forehead.

- "Because Princess, you can trust me..."

- Speechless, you nod before planting a rushed kiss to his chin/cheek before speeding into your apartment.

✨

- Then next few days are filled with texts, flowers, phonecalls and gifts from Bucky.

- You can't help the huge grin that spreads across your face when something from him appears, or his name lights up your phone screen.

- "Hi Bucky" you say one morning as he calls first thing. You roll over in bed and squeeze the huge bunny he sent you the day before.

- "Good mornin', tell me what you're doing today?" He says with slight growl as you snuggle down deeper under the covers and giggle.

- "Umm I don't know, maybe you should tell me?" You tease, biting your lip and listen to his deep chuckle.

- "Well first off, you are coming here for that interview, and then I'm taking you out to dinner to celebrate you're new job..."

- You giggle again and huff at his silliness. "Bucky that's cheating! I would feel bad if I didn't deserve it..."

- He tuts at the other end of the line and tells you, if you aren't there at midday you were going to have your first disciplinary.

- You were intrigued by that but you figured you better get moving.

✨

- You showed up on time, dressed in a pretty dress, your portfolio of artwork in your arms and a smile on your face.

- Bucky's secretary greeted you with a big smile and even hugged you when you arrived.

- "Hi I'm Wanda, I feel like I know you already! Go straight in, he's waiting for you!"

- You smiled, feeling flustered as she ushered you into the room where he is indeed waiting for you, his crisp shirt and checkered pants looking divine, his hair slicked back into a bun. It almost makes you drop your folders but you manage to hold on and plop them onto the desk before taking a seat across from him.

- The 'interview' goes well. He asks for your work history, where did you study and what you want to achieve.

- It was silly really. But you actually enjoyed it. You did have a big brain in your pretty head and it was nice to talk positively about yourself and not fear mocking, snarky comments.

- After an hour he smiled and stood up, reaching for your hand so you mirroed him and he shook your hand.

- "Welcome aboard darlin' now let's go celebrate."

✨

- Hours later you were back in Bucky's office, a little tipsy and full of delicious food.

- He had taken you to one of his restaurants, one of the fanciest in town and both of you had gotten a little drunk on champagne and each other.

- You had insisted that a part of your interview had not been completed, so you headed back to the office, giggling all the way up in the lift.

- Back in his office you 'ah-hahd' as your portfolio sat on the desk untouched. "You haven't seen my work properly Bucky."

- He looks at you a lot more hungrily than he ever has before as you beckon him over and push him into his seat before placing yourself on his lap and opening your book.

- "See now look at this one" you say as his hands drift over your thighs and rub small circles into your skin. He hums as you turn the page and show him another, this time his lips press to your bare shoulder. "Very pretty" he murmers as you turn again.

- Suddenly his hands glide up your body and you drop the book, turning in his lap and crashing your lips to his waiting ones.

- He wastes no time lifting you up onto the desk and gripping your face before dragging you into a crazed kiss.

- You are moaning in moments as you help him push off his suit jacket and watch hungrily as he pulls the shirt over his head, revealing his tanned, toned chest.

- He leans in and captures your lips again as your hands drift over his body and his hands push your dress upwards and pulling your underwear down, stopping for a moment and breaking the kiss.

- "You gonna let me see you Princess? Let me take care of you?"

- Wrapping your arms around his neck you bite at his lip and nod, doe eyes staring up at him.

- "Please... Please Bucky..."

- He pushes you down slowly and removes your underwear with a firm rip making you gasp and moan as his hot breath fans over your folds.

- "Fucking.... So pretty baby, knew you would be" he growls before diving in, licking and sucking at your soaked folds, one hand pushing your thighs wider as the other toyed with your entrance, eliciting a loan moan of pleasure when he sank his finger in and curled it towards him.

- He teased you and drove you closer to the edge until he pulled back, dragging you upwards and planting a kiss to your lips as he presses his thick cock to your pussy.

- "You taste so sweet princess but I wanna feel you... You want that babygirl?" You can only nod and reach between you, guiding him to you.

- "Please... Da... Bucky need you..." You stutter and he can't help but pause, a sly grin on his face.

- "What did you say baby? Were you thinking about someone else?" He's smiling like the devil because either the truth will be delightful or the lie will be ridiculous.

- You shake your head and grab for his face, pressing kisses to his lips.

- "No, no, didn't mean, da- um Bucky please, please just.... Fuck, fuck me please da- shit Bucky please??"

- He fully laughs at that before resting his forehead against yours, slipping his hands under your thighs and lifting you, until he's seated and you are straddling him, his thick perfect cock just pressed against your soaked heat.

- "Princess, you aren't a very good liar" he says and rubs his nails along your sensitive skin. "Just say it baby... Say what you wanna say to me when I'm fucking that pretty little pussy...."

- He lines himself up as you whimper, chewing your lip before you lean in and whisper it, so quiet as if someone else in the world might hear it.

- "Daddy.... Please?"

[fandomstars]

Amazing stuff you write out there. I like how your hc-s are not too long neither too short, your blog definitely deserves more attention ^_^ If you have time and not too much requests on your head could you write headcanons of tbb and their texting styles with their s/o? Like who would be the very formal one and who would write quite lenghty messages lmao. Anyways wish u a great day 😻

Aw thanks! Honestly I’m surprised since I feel like I write too short (especially on crazy stuff everyone requests haha), but I’m glad your enjoying my work!

Hm texting styles…sure why not?

Bad Batch x SO Texting

Hunter:

Definitely would be 50/50 on text length. Like most of the time he’ll be short and sweet, but there are moments he can’t help but go full length.

He doesn’t really do memes, but he occasionally sends a quick gif if he can’t text something quick enough.

Emojis he’ll send his SO: 😁😃😄🥹😂😇☺️🥰😍😘😚😜😎🤩😏🫣🤗😑😲🫶👍🫂💐⭐️🍯💌💘🖤❤️❤️‍🔥🤠

Crosshair:

He’s definitely one to go for short texts. It’s rare he will go on and on in length.

He’ll do memes and gifs a lot, but mainly memes just to spite his brothers / make you laugh. Don’t think if you send any he’ll laugh…you’ll never know.

Emojis he’ll send his SO: 🙃😘😗😙😚😜😎😏😤😳🫥😶🤫😐😑🙄🥱😈👿👻👍👋🫵👀👥🦅🦇🐦‍⬛🐍🪽🪶🐈‍⬛🌲🌹✨🔥❤️‍🔥🖤😉🤨

Echo:

He loves to do lengthy texts. He’s a romantic, and while it takes much longer due to cybernetics, he’d rather speak his mind than just something simple. Only time he does simple is if he’s in a rush/on a mission.

He’s secretly the king of memes and gifs. He did such more with his Domino squad, but while his memory is shaky at times, he has said skills ingrained in him. Crosshair doesn’t believe it.

Emojis he’d send to his SO: 😃😄😆😂😅🥹😇☺️😊😉😍🥰😘😋😝😎🤩🥳🥸😏🥺😳😱🤗🫡🫣🤔🤫😐😧🤐😈🤖👾🫶👍🤝✌️👌🖐️👋🦿🫂🤷🪖🦇🦜🍀🌸🌙🌟☀️🫧🧁📚🩷💖💙🦾

Wrecker:

He loves to text you! He’s more short text, but he might do a lengthy text if he ever feels like it. Mainly after a tough mission/day.

He loves to sent memes and gifs, like he’ll flood your message board with them.

Emojis he’ll send to his SO: 😃😄😁😆🥹😅😂🤣😇☺️🥰😘😍😉😋😛🤪😜😝🥸😎😏😳😱🤗🫡🤭🫣🤫🫨😧👻😸😹🫶👏👍👊💪🫵🫂🐱🦍🌷⭐️💥🔥☀️🫧🥞🧇🍖🧁🍬🏋️‍♂️🎉💛💘💞❤️‍🔥👋

Tech:

He will try to text you as much as he can when separated. While he’d rather type out in length to you, he’ll most likely do short due to being busy.

He’s also secretly a genius at memes and gifs. His brothers have been texted one every now and then, but they don’t know the mass amount he’s sent you that make you roll on the floor laughing every time.

Emojis he’ll send to his SO: 😄🙂😇☺️😉😘😗🧐😏🫡🫢🫣🤔🤫😶🫥😧😯👍🫶👏🖐️👋👥🧑‍💻👓🐞🐱🐋🐘☘️🌺✨🪐☀️🌊🍨☕️🚀📱📚💜🤍💝💘🛠️

[agentrouka-blog]

I was rereading AGOT and I forgot how… soft Sansa is?? Especially from Arya’s POV??? Like just look at her,,,,

Sansa’s needlework was exquisite. Everyone said so. “Sansa’s work is as pretty as she is,” Septa Mordane told their lady mother once.” She has such fine, delicate hands.”

…

Sansa was chatting away happily as she worked. Beth Cassel, Ser Rodrik’s little girl, was sitting by her feet, listening to every word she said, and Jayne Poole was leaning over to whisper something in her ear.

“What are you talking about?” Arya asked suddenly.

Jeyne gave her a startled look, then giggled. Sansa looked abashed. Beth blushed. No one answered. 

“Tell me,” Arya said.

Jeyne glanced over to make certain that Septa Mordane was not listening. Myrcella said something then, and the septa laughed along with the rest of the ladies. 

“We were talking about the Prince,” Sansa said, her voice soft as a kiss.

That’s why she was abashed? Because she was caught talking about Joffrey? 🥺

…

Sansa had the grace to blush. She blushed prettily. She did everything prettily, Arya thought with dull resentment. “Beth, you shouldn’t make up stories,” Sansa corrected the younger girl, gently stroking her hair to take the harshness out of her words. She looked at Arya. “What did you think of Prince Joff, sister? He’s very gallant, don’t you think?”

“Jon says he looks like a girl,” Arya said.

Sansa sighed as she stitched. “Poor Jon,” she said. “He gets jealous because he’s a bastard.”

This appears to be said with genuine sympathy; note her sighing, and think about Jon’s station in-world compared to Joffrey’s.

“He’s our brother,” Arya said, much too loudly. her voice cut through the afternoon quiet of the tower room.

Septa Mordane raised her eyes. She had a bony face, sharp eyes, and a thin lipless mouth made for frowning. It was frowning now. “What are you talking about, children?”

“Our half brother,” Sansa corrected, soft and precise. She smiled for the septa. “Arya and I were remarking on how pleased we were to have the princess with us today,” she said.

Sansa lying in a way that compliments Myrcella (“Princess Myrcella smiled uncertainly at the compliment”) and benefits Arya by making her look good???

😍😍😍

…

Everyone was looking at her. It was too much. Sansa was too well bred to smile at her sister’s disgrace, but Jeyne was smirking on her behalf. Even princess Myrcella looked sorry for her.

…

It wasn't fair. Sansa had everything. Sansa was two years older; maybe by the time Arya had been born, there had been nothing left. Often it felt that way. Sansa could sew and dance and sing. She wrote poetry. She knew how to dress. She played the high harp and the bells. Worse, she was beautiful. Sansa had gotten their mother's fine high cheekbones and the thick auburn hair of the Tullys. Arya took after their lord father. Her hair was a lusterless brown, and her face was long and solemn. Jeyne used to call her Arya Horseface, and neigh whenever she came near. It hurt that the one thing Arya could do better than her sister was ride a horse. Well, that and manage a household. Sansa had never had much of a head for figures. If she did marry Prince Joff, Arya hoped for his sake that he had a good steward.

AHH I LOVE HER SM

Anyway I just wanted to rant about how 🌷🌹🎀🧸😍🥹🥰 she is!!!

I appreciate your rant, thank you!!

[queers-gambit]

Hi Cherry ❣️

Just wanted to let you know that you're a very talented writer, and everyone on here loves your fics, me included of course. Just in case you may doubt yourself honey 🥰🥺

So far I've read every single one of your Billy Hargrove fics and to say that you're one of my favorite Billy writers is an understatement. Up and Out is a personal favorite to be honest, it holds a special place in my heart. 🥺♥️ It's so rare to find Billy writers on here, most people misunderstand him, even fans and many Billy writers. Wether it be a Billy fan or a Billy hater, he is always seen as either :

a) a horrible abusive being who deserved everything that happened to him. Like for real, some people truly have no empathy for abuse victims, Billy isn't abusive, he is a victim who lashes out, there is a huge gap between the two. Of course lashing out at others isn't the way to go, but I strongly believe that Billy doesn't want to do any of that either, he feels deeply guilty for things he isn't responsible for (like his mother leaving him with his abusive dad) or for things that are beyond his control due to his overactive hypervigilence and trauma responses.

or b) the sex symbol. Like seriously, I know he is beautiful and all, but he is still a teenager. He should not be sexualized the way most people do on here. I rarely ever come across a fic that doesn't depict him as a sex icon. Yes, he is gorgeous, we all know that. Yes, he is hypersexual, we know that. But that's not ALL he is. He is SO MUCH MORE than that. And people forget that his hypersexual behavior is probably the result of some trauma. I feel like he secretly really wants affection, love, hugs and cuddles and validation. He is just too afraid to show the slightest ounce of vulnerability.

or c) the repressed gay sex symbol. Like. Okay, to each their own. But seriously. Him not showing affection towards the girls we saw him with (like Vicky and Tina for example) doesn't mean he isn't interested in women. It means he is a scarred traumatized young boy who doesn't know how to express affection in a healthy way. Just like Jim Hopper. They share some many similarities, it's just insane. Anyways, that's a just a thought.

Damn, I'm so sorry for my rambling, I got carried away. 😅 Thank you for giving us a more accurate representation of Billy Hargrove. ❣️ We need it. Please don't stop what you're doing. 🤍💕 You're talented, always remember that Cherry.🌷

you know what we're NOT gonna do? apologize to Cherry for sending her a message of ANY length! i adore your guys' messages, so, whether you write me 3 words, 10 words, 30, or 500, i'm really jazzed to read them all. welcome to my heart, poppet, i'm so very happy you're here to share with. thank you so so so much for the compliments and support! you sweetie pie, cutie patootie!

i feel like i rarely get conversations anymore, it's all requests; so this was a nice change of pace 'cause you're looking really deep into a character that had incredible potential, so it's really cool to form your own thoughts, ideas, emotions.

i think you made some interesting points about Billy's character. but in all honesty, he's such an ambiguous character that i like the idea that he's versatile; so there's no "wrong" Billy. but i appreciate you saying i represent him - he's a fun character to write for 'cause, again, he's versatile and anything goes for Billy Boy.

however, i want to remind you and anyone else of something.

YES, victims themselves can ALSO in turn become ABUSERS. it's a righteously toxic cycle. you know the phrase, "monkey see, monkey do?" it's very much similar to that. children see what mommy and daddy do, so they think it's acceptable behavior until someone later in life corrects them. but then there's also that phrase, "you can't teach an old dog new tricks," so even if you were correct them, odds are, the lesson isn't going to stick because they're conditioned to believe, think, act, feel a certain way. the way the abusers programmed them to be.

it's a concept that i, myself, am still trying to learn. let me explain: i have an older sister who was abused by our mother and the first chance she got, she moved out. their relationship is MUCH better now, but it took years of therapy for my sister to cope with all that had been said and done. however, in therapy, she came to terms with the fact that our mother had been abused by her mother - our grandmother - who had been abused by HER mother - our great-grandmother.

my sister had to teach herself that this cycle was not a reflection on her as a person or as a daughter, but rather this was a generational curse that dates back way-back-when. so while it's like, yeah, our mother was abused by our grandmother, that still doesn't excuse 100% of what my mother did or said to my sister. see what i mean? yeah, my mother's a victim, but she didn't just continue the cycle of abuse but fanned the flames - marking her as an abuser, too. it's not her fault, it's not grandma's fault, it's not great-grandma's fault - it's a societal behavior that has never been kind to women in basically any culture, religion, region, tradition. however this doesn't mean we get to excuse abuse; accountability still needs to be held, wounds need to be healed, and justice needs to be shelled out.

Billy is still a kid, he's excused because he truly doesn't know right from wrong, but it's important to me that i reiterate that my writings are MEANT to romanticize toxic men and relationships. you should not entertain things that are not good for you, things that make you sick, things that cause harm - you do not deserve that kind of turmoil. please stay safe.

again, Billy is meant to be romanticized - but your real life situation is NOT to be. you are all so very special to me, i want you all to stay safe and know that should anyone need it, i'm here for any chat.

all of my love and all of my forehead kisses 🖤

( ps if you're wondering how my sister got abused and i didn't, i guess my mother didn't have the time because i was diagnosed at a young age with rare medical conditions that have kept me in and out of the hospital for over a decade. so maybe 'cause God was tryna unalive me, my ma didn't think to abuse me in the way she did my sister, but trust and believe, i had my fair share of bullshit )

[cable-knit-sweater]

Mayaaaaaa, my love! I know you're in Morocco as we speak and I hope you're having an amazing, very offline time and that you're doing all the hiking and sightseeing and other wonderful things, but I just wanted to drop by to tell you how much I miss you and your wonderful, uplifting presence on my dash 🥺💖💫 I'm very much looking forward to your return, if and when you're back and ready to rejoin the craziness 🥰🌷😘 You've missed a lot lmao (not in terms of the boys, don't worry, just... tumblr being tumblr 😂 They made up a movie, it's a long and hilarious story, but who knows, you might've even seen some of it because it's everywhere). ANYWAY. Hope you're having the most fabulous time, and I miss and love you lots!!! 💫💖🌷💕🥰

Minnieeeee my love 💛💛💛💛 thank you so much for this lovely message, you are just the absolute sweetest🥺🥰

I did have an amazing time! It had been over 10 years since I was last in Morocco, and so much of it felt nostalgic and so much was new, getting to experience it in a different way, and I loved every minute of it so much! The hiking was intense but definitely a highlight, with some amazing views and wonderful local people we stayed with, who taught us how to make a bunch of Moroccan food, which was an incredible experience. I’m definitely gonna go back some day. And the FOOD we had on this trip just in general 🥰🥰🥰 so good!!!! I want to go back again just for that 😂

I did miss you and everyone else on here so much, even if it was just a week! It felt longer for sure. And I’ve definitely lurked a little so I did see that part about the movie and I didn’t even bother trying to explain to my friends why that made me laugh so much. I’m definitely with you on the reboot with our boys 🥰🥰 😂

I’m also definitely ready to join in on the craziness again though 😂 I’ll probably spend some time catching up on what I missed, which will basically be me going through your blog and reblogging everything lmao. This wonderful message was the perfect welcome home, and I love you soooo much 💖💖💖💖 I hope you’ve had an amazing week too lovely!!!

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british grand prix ✩ 09.07.2023

imagine... the beach, the sea, the feeling of sun on your skin; a pina colada in your hand... 🍹☀️🌊🏖️🌴 now, imagine seeing a young person in the periphery of your eye sight, sweating, refreshing their ipad screen every two seconds, despite the terrible wifi. what are they up to, you think to yourself. they seem stressed, a family emergency? maybe a fight with their partner? you decide to take a closer look - maybe you can help!

as you come closer, the ipad screen starts to become more clear to you. the person is looking intensly at the screen, their hands in a praying motion, as if they're asking god themself. and then you see it. a car. all of this over a car. on one of the most beautiful places a person can be, this person is watching a fucking car. on a screen.

you go back to your seat. what the hell dude.

RIGHT so as you can maybe guess!!! that person!!! was i!!! 💥💥💥💥💥‼️‼️‼️ i was celebrating a summer holiday on the beautiful island of kos, greece, when silverstone weekend took place 😵☀️ and instead of being a normal person about it, i told my now ex i needed to watch it, no matter what. LMAO. 💥💥💥

so many good memories from kos. my favorite might be me pulling up to our beach tent, and seeing a FUCKING max verstappen cutout. IN GREECE. BE SERIOUS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️😵😵😵 I CAN NEVER ESCAPE HIM 🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕💕💌💌 i almost died!!

i watched qualifying on the beach, my ipad overheating and my bladder very very full from all the pina coladas id been sipping (this is the summer i fell in love with pina coladas 🍹💕🥰) - this is the first time i watched something f1 while intoxicated (i can spoil you right now: it will not be the last. not even in 2023. shoutout to qatar U WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS ‼️‼️‼️‼️). anyway, back to quali: i was so stressed. the wifi wouldn't work. the data wouldn't work. there was sunscreen on my ipad and in my mouth and sand everywhere. i think eventually i just followed the timing instead of the livestream? i rewatched quali for this series and didn't recognise it sooo... i was super stressed lol and celebrated his pole by getting another drink #yassss ����💕 THE FACT MAX GOT POLE IS SO DIABOLIC i love him sooo much... giving the entirety of the UK hope for a lando pole and then snatching it away. thats my pookie 💕💕💕💕🥰🥰🥰🥰💕💕🌷🌷💌💌‼️‼️💥💥💥 afterwards i realised btw. that uh. the beach tent i was staying at. was showing f1 on their tv #IDIOT 💥💥💥💥💥

the race was... something else. my now ex wasn't too happy i wanted to watch (he was very very hungry) but 🥺 i am too autistic not to watch i can't help it :( anyway the universe punished me by that FUCKASS start. max what the hell dude. i was so so scared. especially because once again, this was a first for me... 🥺🥺🥺🥺💔💔💔 i was so scared!!! and also kinda buzzed!! 💕💕 eventually everything turned out alright of course - thank the fucking lords lol the race itself wasn't toooo interesting to be honest - i don't remember much, but i was very very happy and celebrated with a cocktail soo 😁😁😁💕💕💕🥰🥰🍹🍹 and how can we forget!!! first rbr win at silverstone since 2012!! how very special 🥺🥺🥺✨✨✨ also yeah the mclaren upgrades were cool lol i used to have mclaren cb soon in my bio on my sennaverstappen blog LOL i manifested it ur welcome lando... 😁😁😁

✩ song of the race: club tropicana - wham!

YOU. will listen to this song right now. this song is literally the entire vibe of the summer. this song transports me right back to kos, watching silverstone on the beach while sipping on a pina colada. i love this song so fucking much. club tropicana drinks are free. fun and sunshine. theres enough for everyone. 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥🍹🍹🍹🍹🍹🍹☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️🍷🍷🍷🍷🍷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷💌💌💥💥‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊

✩ extra: a small photodump

[the-knaves-world]

Hello Amy ☺️💞🌺

Thought it would be easier to answer here. I’m happy that you forgave me for the angst ☺️💕 and minqia sounds so heartbreaking 😭

And Omg yes, lilia and jareth, “time to steal the babe” freaking faes 😂🤣

Howl lilia would be so freaking hot, it wouldn’t be fair at all! Can you imagine that line? “That’s my girl” *faints*

I’m really happy you’re enjoying my recommendations 🥹☺️💕🌺 thank you for liking them 🌷🌻

Who are your other fave twst characters? Besides lilia?

Hope you have a good day/sleep 🌷🌻🌺

Hey Hana🪄💌!

I'm just picturing lilia in the fae realm in his uniform, having brought reader to the castle and the rose garden after having them find their way through the town and all of his favorite spots there!

Howl!Lilia as he holds them in the air and dances with them while they cling to him bc they're worried about falling. They should know by now that Lilia wouldn't let anything happen to his precious human that he waited so many centuries for, especially after going through all that hard work of pulling them from their world and into twisted wonderland.

The "That's my girl" line from Lilia would absolutely floor me, I'm telling ya hana, that man would use it on us just to be doin it! But that's one of the reasons we love the old bat sm, isn't it?

I always enjoy your recommendations hana! You have amazing taste I must say 🥴🥰

I love everyone tbh! The ones I simp for however are all aged up obviously bc, why college if no adult? But anyway, Jamil, love that sweet 'n' sneaky snake man, he needs love. Idia is one that grew on me after reading more into vignettes, he is now on of my top spot blorbos.

Malleus is a favorite and so is leona! That is an interesting thought tho, given that they clash sm.

(Fun(?) Fact about me is that istp is my personality type apparently, same as leonas)

But riddle is one of my babies from the beginning and will stay near the top.

Depending on mood the list of most loved blorbos is as follows

Lilia

Jamil

Riddle

Cater

Malleus

Leona

Idia

Epel

Top 9, vil is in their somewhere depending on my mood that week😅 I love them dearly but there are some I just see as my children

That list is

Ortho (for obvious reasons)

Silver

Sebek

Kalim

Floyd(this one depends)

Ace

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Now I don't much like rook, for reasons, I don't explicitly like trey either but I don't dislike him. Same with jack for that matter.

Deuce is a wild card for me as I adore him but the type of adoration changes every 5 minutes.

I rambled again!😣

That was the way to say I have parental issues but meh, it is what it is. 🤷‍♀️

Bat dad is bat dad, will prolly always be a top contender bc I tried to leave lilia hell but I keep getting dragged back in!

You are always welcomed to talk with me, I never shut up!

Who are your favorites, other than lilia? I'd love to know!

Have a good day/night! It's like 5:52 rn andi still haven't been to bed😅

Lilia would absolutely steal a baby and go "is ours now" and then proceed to try to convince you by dancing around the kitchen with you and the baby...would be kinda hard to resist the temptation of trying for a family together, by adopting or by getting some smexy times tbh.

[wonwoosthetic]

Hi, i love you work! can you write one please with minnie? maybe during the OTY tour? how it was like for her? kinda like a Hit the Road episode

Hiii, thank youu!!🥰❤️

And yesss, of course!! I really enjoyed writing this even though I rewatched the Hit The Road episodes to get the structure as accurate as possible and it made me ball out my eyes once again🥲

I hope you like it and thanks for your support!🤗🤍

And thanks to everyone who voted on the title! :)

Family Isn‘t Blood And Home Isn‘t A Place 🌷 Minnie

K-Pop Masterlist

Requests, asks, and taglist are open! :)

Summary: Minnie‘s Hit The Road Episode in which Carats get an insight of the growth of the female performer, the struggles of balancing your health and stage presence, and the sadness of not being able to visit home

Warnings: none besides self consciousness and that it gets a bit emotional at some parts🥺

Word Count: 3k

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One of the stylists was closing the back of Minnie's stage outfit while the young girl was eyeing herself up and down in the mirror in front of her.

"Take your hair, or the zipper is gonna get it," she told the performer, who listened and put all of her hair to one side.

"Did my body change?" she thought out loud, running both of her hands down her waist and hips, "I feel like it did."

"You're only imagining things, don't worry. Your body still looks fine," the older female tried to assure her.

After taking a deep breath, Minnie sighed, "Fine isn't good," and turned around, making the camera get a better view of her, "Fine is never good."

--- Hit The Road Intro

EP. 14 Family Isn't Blood And Home Isn't A Place ---

NEW YORK 2020.01.09 AM 06:30

The door to one of the hotel rooms opened, showing Minnie just coming out, who jumped slightly seeing the camera right in front of her: "Oh, hi," she waved "I was just gonna look for you," she smiled, "Let's go. Hoshi's still sleeping," shushed the cameramen and closed the door silently behind her, trying not to wake up her member. As the two started walking down the hallway, the girl explained what they were doing: "I couldn't sleep, so I texted the cameraman that I would go outside and watch the sunrise and asked him if I could take the camera with me, but he insisted on tagging along. So here we are." With a bright smile, she walked into the elevator that had arrived.

"You know, you can still change your mind, you don't have to come along, it's very early," she told the cameraman, who just shook his head and told her that it's okay.

"I try to get the most out of the cities that we perform in," Minnie revealed in her interview, sitting on the sofa, "I don't mind waking up early because I usually can't sleep anyway. I don't know why," she laughed nervously.

"New York is known for its architectural style and skyline, right?" she asked herself as they were walking down the street, trying to find the river they had passed on the way to the hotel. "So, I think watching the sunrise with all of the buildings will be really cool. I even brought my own camera," she showed the camera Mingyu had gifted her not too long ago.

After only a few minutes, they found a good spot with big and steady stones, close to the bridge. The sun was slowly showing itself, rising higher every second and laying a bright orange blanket of light on top of the flowing water. Minnie got her camera out quickly and squatted down as she looked through the lens, trying to get some good pictures.

"Taking pictures is so important, to be able to reminisce memories like this in the future," she said, looking through the pictures she had just taken. After deciding that she was happy with what she got, she sat back down to enjoy the view.

"My mum used to sometimes wake me up on Sundays, very early in the morning, to drive down to the beach and watch the sunrise," she remembered, "There were a few times where we even drove to London, just to see it there by the river, like we're doing now... I guess that's why they're so important to me." After a few more minutes of comfortable silence, she spoke again, "I'm really excited to watch it once we go to London. Maybe one of the members will come along."

LOS ANGELES 2020.01.19 PM 02:00

Minnie was on her phone, texting some of her friends in the group chat, who had been asking about the tour. As soon as she noticed the camera filming her, she put the phone down,

"I've been feeling pretty well," she nodded, "I don't want to jinx it, but so far... everything's been good. I had a sore throat a few days ago, but I think it got better."

"Even if something wasn't right, she wouldn't say it," Seungcheol told the producers in the interview room, "Minnie is someone who keeps a lot of things to herself, but we've become very attentive, I think." He breathed in deeply, "I don't want to sound bad... but I do think that I keep an extra eye out for her," he admitted, "But a lot of the members do this. It's not something I or we do intentionally... I guess it just happens since she doesn't like talking about what is bothering her or if she's hurting. She always tends to ask the other members if they're okay and she tries to make them smile to forget about her own worries..."

LOS ANGELES 2020.01.19 PM 04:00

The camera filmed Minnie limping slightly to a chair in the backstage area. She sat down with a frown and hold onto her ankle, "I jinxed it," she smiled with a hurt look on her face, "I'm not wearing ideal shoes for practice," the camera showed her plateau shoes that were definitely too high for a casual practice, "and when I went down the stairs on the stage, I missed a step. Argh, crap...," she winced.

At the same moment, Jun walked past her, "Hey, are you okay? I saw you on the stairs," he crouched down next to her.

"Oh yeah yeah," she quickly responded with a thankful smile, "I just tripped slightly, it's fine." Her fellow performance unit member looked at her with a questioning look, not believing her entirely, but he also knew, she wasn't going to tell him what was actually wrong, so he left with a pat on her shoulder. He was later seen talking to Hoshi, "Check up on Minnie later, I think she hurt her foot pretty badly. It looked painful when she tripped." To which the younger man nodded worryingly.

"I don't like being a burden," Minnie admitted to the camera, "Each one of the members has their own problems, so why should I bother them with mine? You know?"

"Why do you think that would be a burden?" One of the producers asked her.

The girl looked at her with her lips pressed together, not sure if what she wants to say would be right, so she chose not to, "I don't know...," she shrugged.

ODE TO YOU IN SAN JOSE 2020.01.21 PM 06:00

Minnie sighed as she leaned back, sitting on one of the couches in their dressing room. She took a few breaths before she spoke, "I didn't really listen to the pain two days ago and just took some medication to help with it. But it got worse, so now those pills don't really work anymore." She tried to smile. Minghao and Dino suddenly appeared, the Chinese member sat down next to her while the youngest took the couch to their left.

"You know, you can sit this one out," her fellow '97 Liner told her honestly.

"No, it's fine, I'm just trying to rest it now," she looked at her foot that was placed on the coffee table in front of her, an ice pack on her ankle, "And I'll take the medicine I took yesterday again."

"Even the doctor told you to not dance today," Dino tried to tell her with a soft voice, not wanting to make her angry.

"But I still know myself the best and know what I'm capable of doing," she said back, in a soft tone.

"But I know you too and I'm not letting you out there with a swollen ankle," Hoshi showed up behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders, "I already told S.Coups, you're sitting this one out, sorry."

"No," she quickly turned around, "Don't do this, please, it's fine," she gave him her puppy eyes that worked 9 out of 10 times, "I can rest between the US and Europe tour dates."

"Why do you always have to look at me like that," Hoshi whined. He thought about her words for a second, knowing her feelings all too well and didn't want to be too harsh on her, "Alright, but no performance unit songs. I'm not letting you ruin your feet."

The girl sighed and turned back around, "Fine."

"Don't sigh, I can make you miss out on the entire concert," he teased her by messing up her hair slightly.

"Thank youuu," she quickly said with a fake wide smile, making the members in the room laugh.

"Minnie is very hardworking, in every aspect," the tiger described the girl, "She's the one who would leave the practice room the latest and show up the earliest." He then smiled proudly and tugged at his shirt, "But sometimes you have to kick some sense into her, and that's where her older brothers come in."

"I honestly couldn't tell you the amount of times I've told her that her recording was good, but she insisted on doing it over and over again to make it better," it was Woozi's turn to talk about the female.

"She needs to hear that it's perfect or she needs to be convinced of it herself. That... that is good in some aspects,... but I think it's really eating her up a lot of the time."

A few clips of her in the studio with the producer were shown.

ODE TO YOU IN MAKUHARI 2019.11.07 MAKUHARI MESSE

Minnie and Wonwoo could be seen playing a game together on one of their phones, focusing on it while holding up a conversation, "He's gonna be fine, right?" She asked.

"Of course," he assured her, "He might be the youngest, but he's one of the toughest." His comment made her chuckle, "That’s true."

"How are you holding up?" Wonwoo wondered after the game was over and they sat down next to each other, her head leaning on his shoulder, "I'm doing pretty well, I'm worried about some of the others-" before she could finish, he interrupted her, "Don't worry about them, they'll be fine. Look after yourself first. And tell us if something's not right," and made sure to mention her habit of keeping everything to herself.

"Alright alright," she smiled.

"Promise?" He held up his pinky, making her raise her head and look at him with an amused look on her face, "Wow, you're really serious."

"Of course, I am," he simply stated before looking at his stretched out finger in front of her, motioning for her to seal the promise. Minnie intertwined their pinkies with a smile and an eye roll, "Promise."

ODE TO YOU IN MANILA 2020.02.08 PM 04:00 MALL OF ASIA ARENA

While clips of the members walking up the stage and performing were shown, Minnie's voice was played over them, "I don't think I'll ever get used to this. It still kinda feels like a dream, to be honest," she chuckled. "Touring the world with 13 guys, seeing thousands of fans, hearing them sing your songs in a language they don't even speak... that just doesn't true, does it?" Suddenly she could feel her eyes water at the thought of her next sentence, "But I'm so incredibly thankful for it. I don't know whether this is a dream or not though."

"It's not," one of the producers assured her, making the girl chuckle, "That's exactly something someone in a dream would say." She looked down to the floor, "I'm very very thankful. To the Carats who have been there since the beginning, to the ones who have joined us over the years, the ones who were there and left, and obviously the ones who are still here with us on this journey," she looked back up again, "But the members...", the camera caught her eyes getting tearier, "They are just...", she sighed, "I don't think I will ever be able to explain how much they mean to me, in words." Clips of her interacting with the members on stage could be seen before it switched back to her in the interview room, now clearly very close to tears.

"It sounds cheesy... I know that. But I really wouldn't be sitting here if it wasn't for them." She thought for another second and continued then, "Especially S.Coups. He literally is the reason that I'm part of this... this family now. And they feel like family. We're not friends, not really. We're more than that. They can be friends if you need them to, but I feel as close to them as I would feel to a family."

After a deep breath and multiple blinks, she continued, "I only had my aunt and my cousin here in Korea before I met the members... they showed me that... that my family or who I consider family isn't necessarily the people that were there since birth. It's more like the people that you feel... whole with. Does that make sense?" She chuckled nervously, "I just feel... yeah... I feel completed when I'm with them... and empty without them. Even if just one of them is missing. We're so different but we make such a perfect combination when we're together. They've never let me feel like I'm different in a bad way, like something... like something doesn't fit. This probably doesn't make any sense, I'm sorry." Minnie smiled.

"I just hope that Carats can see this. The bond that we have. Because it's a very special bond that no one could break. S.Coups... is like our foundation. He has a lot on his shoulders and I really hope we can help with that because he's the person we rely on, but he shouldn't have to be the one with the biggest burden. He is a very big and important part of why we have this incredible dynamic now. Of course, all of the members took part in it, but I'd be lying if I said that he isn't the biggest reason for it."

One tear left her eye, "Yeah... I'm really thankful."

BACKSTAGE AFTER THE CONCERT

"Now, members! Members! You worked so hard during this world tour, and with this last one, a notice is going out at 1 o'clock."

Minnie dreaded to hear those words leave their manager's mouth.

A few days ago, their management decided and told them that the Europe tour would get cancelled due to the growing pandemic that was taking over the world.

The mood in the room switched immediately, and while some members were shouting encouraging words into the room, a lot of pairs of eyes fell on the girl, who was sitting on one of the sofas with her feet up on the cushion and half her face covered by her knees. The camera didn't stop filming her, waiting for some words, but her eyes were focused on the white wall across from her. She suddenly felt a presence to her right and a hand on her hair. He didn't say anything, knowing that asking if she was okay, would probably make her cry, so Joshua just said there and patted her head. Minnie turned her head, giving him a forced smile. Seeing the tears that were forming in her eyes, almost made the '95 Liner cry. He felt bad, even if he shouldn't. The foreigners of the group got to perform in their hometowns or at least close to them and Minnie would have gotten to as well if it wasn't for this stupid happening.

Another presence approached her, this time it was Mingyu crouching down in front of her, grasping her feet and slightly squeezing them in a comforting manner.

"Did you already tell your mum?" he wondered. Minnie nodded and answered in an almost whisper, "Yeah, I texted her yesterday, but she already thought this would happen."

"That day was... heavy," she tried using nice fitting words in her interview, "It was not a good day... but it happened." She could feel the tears she had wiped away from before, come back.

"2019 wasn't my best year, so I was really dreading to go back home... to see my mum at least. So this hit me pretty harshly." The camera filmed her for some quiet minutes before she breathed in shakingly and continued, "But... again, the members made sure to not let me feel that. They took really good care of me, even though they didn't have to," she smiled with tears at the memory, "After we got back to Korea, they made me a full British Breakfast because they thought that's what everyone eats there. And they ordered some French food from... god knows where." More tears left her eyes, making it harder to speak, "They really showed me that just because I couldn't see my mum didn't mean that I wasn't home, but that... that my mum was just one of my homes and another one was... them. They make me feel like I'm home."

Some pre-debut clips of her were shown next to her dancing on stage.

"We are 14 people with completely different backstories, different personalities, and some of us even come from different countries. Yet somehow, destiny has brought us together, and I'll never be able to explain just how thankful I am for that. In those years that I've spent with the guys, I learned so much about life, love, family, and friendship. Iwant Carats to know that. And they always push me to do better and they help me with everything - I wouldn’t have been able to go through a lot if it wasn’t for them.

What we have is incredibly special, I hope they can see this through our stages, music, and whatever we put out. I'm extremely sorry to the Carats who we couldn't meet in this tour, but we promise to work hard to be able to see you one day. Seventeen and Carats are best friends and will forever be that. Thank you for everything you've made possible for us. I love you."

[If your heart beats the right way, you know you have found your forever home.]

[And I will be there for you until the very end.]

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[ggukkiereads]

Hi!! Hope you're having a great day 🖤 I By any chance you remember a Yoongi x Reader fic that's a one shot, has like time stamps not chronological, they met in college, I think a part, and Yoongi constantly says he doesn't like her but ends up living with her, gets mad she doesn't tell her about her ballet presentation & at she leaves for a year to dance with a ballet company and comes back in his bday 👀 I know it's not a lot to go on but that's what I can remember! Thank you so so much 🖤

🌷Hi! I’m okay, just slightly sick 😷🤒🤧. Just resting and chilling (hope everyone is resting well too! seems everyone is getting sick lately). 

Anyway, this is one of my holygrailfics!!! 🥰🤧 It’s Into my Bones by inkofyoongi and it’s not on tumblr anymore but it’s on WP (author deactivated the old account and remade one - you may follow them @inkofyoonkoo​). 

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[pink-duda]

Macarons- Putting an arm around the other’s waist.

Can I have Marco with a gn reader for this please? Thank you!

Dear anonymous, you gave me the biggest mission eveeeeer, that was very hard to write!!! That's why I took so long to answer.

I love Marco, but sometimes he's a mystery character for me, like, even if I imagine five hundred scenarios I feel like he's not going to respond or act like I thought, you know? Anyway, I don't know if it looks like him, but I liked the result.

I hope you like your maconrons🥰🌷

If you don't know, here is the 100 followers event for you to better understand what is happening.

Fortunately today you didn't have anything very important to do, so you decided to do some general cleaning in your room since you've been procrastinating for weeks on tidying everything up, especially the bookcase.

You even let everyone know today you were busy with it like it was an event.

It was afternoon almost night and you had already done almost everything, all that was missing was the blessed bookcase, so you climb up on the chair you had in the room to get the books and other things out and wipe off the dust.

So far it was quiet, but then all of a sudden you feel that the chair has somehow lost its balance, and you were falling backwards, you even wrapped your arms around your head automatically.

But before falling you feel arms around your waist.

"Looks like you're falling for me-yoi."

How could you not know this voice? Marco always showing up at the right times.

Instead of him dropping you back into the chair, he holds you a little tighter and easily pulls you to your feet in front of him.

"Oh, Marco! Good to see you, I'm almost done tidying the bookcase."

You say lost and red in the face because of his flirting and his helping you out for something stupid.

"That's good, so I'll finish for you-yoi."

He said going to the bookshelf taking the chair out of the way.

"What?! No, you don't have to, I can finish it easily."

You say quickly getting in front of him like it's the end of the world.

"And drop you and this time you get hurt? I don't think it's a good idea. You just need to tell me where you want everything-yoi."

He says giving you a smile and turning away from you.

What did you do so well to earn this bird man?

[jordanshenessy]

Hiii!!! I always love seeing your posts and reblogs when I enter Tumblr (your art is breathtaking) and I'd love to know a bit more of what you have to tell us and want to share. So I thought of a sort of tag gamey thing cause I love those things. You seem like a genuinely interesting person and I want to see if these things match

What would you think about: Tell Us 5-10 random things that have happened to you lately and that you think will be cool to know. Then tag 10 people so we can see what random things have happened to then that you have no idea about :)

(it's okay if you don't want to do it, hugging you anyways 🌷)

OMG anon hiiii🥺💕 that’s like the sweetest thing I’ve ever received 😭 thank you for liking my art and for thinking I’m an interesting person when I am literally the most boring person on earth and don’t do anything with my life SKDJDBDK

1. So I’ve just been chilling and reading books and drawing and writing and this is nothing new really but I think I’m just really letting my creative side out this year 😌

2. I really like hands. This also isn’t new but it’s a personality trait now SKSJDJDKS

3. I made a lot of mutuals and friends this year online and I couldn’t be happier to have them in my life 🥰

4. I work so much better at night and my sleep schedule is fucked but I’m working on it skjdnd

5. I’m going through a The Neighbourhood phase rn

6. I had to explain what viagra is to my mom bc she got an ad on YouTube 😭✋

7. I bought all the tiktok books this summer and the cashier was like “wow these are all the tiktok books everyone loves them” and my dad who’s next to me goes “oh wow on tiktok” and I’m standing there like HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIKTOK IS…SIR😭?????

(Okay he works with kids so understandable but still that caught me off guard skdjdb)

And I’ve run out of things skdnbd lol but this was really fun 🥰🥰

Tagging @dagcutie @alwaysaneverland @franboos @gucciboner @isakeijzer @hidden-joy @himbomcconnell @delitefullychaotic @thenerd10 @suburbanenigma @kieumy and anyone else who wants to!! Feel free to ignore!

[thespiritoflife]

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY MY LOVEEEEE❤❤

I love you to the moon and back and I'm so lucky to have a wife like you<33

hope you achieve all your goals and you find someone like...

ANDREWWW!!!

How's your day going?🥺

i hope its going very good and your enjoying yourself☺

okay now..imagine a rooftop date with andrew/peter at night in the city of love- paris😭😭

anyways, just know that I love you and I care about you. You mean so much and more to me. You deserve the entire freaking universe. I hope you find your soulmate asap💕💕

Awww, you made me cry, my pirate wife🤧😭🥲 from happines, I CAN NOT BELIEVE YOU HAVE SO BEAUTIFUL SOUL, you're the best person, I swear, I don't deserve you😭😭

you are the first person that wished me a happy valentine today!!😭😭🥺❤

Thank you, thank you so much, thank you and thank you again! 😭🥺 my words can not describe how much grateful i am for having amazing wife as you in my life🥺 if I were with you now, I would hug you so hard and take you on a date!⚘🌷

I hope too I will find someone as Andrew🥺❤

BUT I HOPE TOO YOU WILL FIND SOMEONE AS ANDREW, OR DRACO OR SOMEONE.. TOTALLY PERFECT FOR YOU! <33 BECAUSE YOU DESERVE THE BEST!!

My day is doing.. honestly? I don't want to make you sad cause is VALENTINE'S DAY (i was at school and i hate it so much there😖 so not good! but you made my day MUCH BETTER!!! Thank you so much!🥰) but how's your day doing?? I hope you're doing much better than me and you got your Valentine from someone!!😍 i bet everyone loves you!💌💌

ROOFTOP DATE WITH ANDREW IN PARIS???!😍😍😍 that sounds amazing, it's beautiful imagine, oh gosh, i want to experience this!!! Now!🥺🥺🥺

Thank you again, my dearie, you're the best and remember also, I LOVE YOU MORE THAN UNIVERSE, my love for you is BIGGER than universe! 🌌

I love you so much and I will repeat it to you until the end of our lives😏❤

I hope you will also find someone who deserves you!! 🥺🥺❤

And now.. have you checked your askbox? 😏 you maybe got some valentine! ❤❤💌

Anyway, have THE MOST BEAUTIFUL VALENTINE DAY!🌷⚘🌺🍫🍨🍧🍰🎂

Ilysm, sending many many hugs and kisses!!!!

[acaplion]

NO, PLEASE, GIRRRLLLLLL!!! I believe in 2018/2019 I was completely addicted to this and I am scared af bc I felt like listening to this song yesterday?? ARE YOU IN MY CLOSET?? Anyway, I loved!! I feel like maybe I know who my FS is or maybe his energy is already familiar idk. Does it make any sense? Anyway haha thank you for your time and energy 💗🌷🥰

OMG hahaha I was like this is one song everyone knows. LOL it's so easy to read for you because we talk so much so I know your energy.

Haha is this the person we have spoken about in the past?

You welcome!!

💋 acaplion