#but it's GORGEOUS and the only thing I'm buying that truly feels like ME. except my bookcases but those are a graduation gift

[its-yashas-strong-arms]

so i threw a fairly substantial amount of money at a gorgeous tv stand that is the first really nice, non-ikea, solid wooden furniture i have ever owned and i can't wait for it to get here, but i know my sister is going to judge me for it because i could've gotten a cheap lightweight ikea stand for less than half the price and it's decadent

[mlobsters]

supernatural s6e10 caged heat (teleplay: brett matthews, story: brett matthews and jenny klein)

crowley must have more screentime than cas at this point. it's a funny thing, having this vague idea of a character gleaned indirectly from fandom. definitely gave me the idea he was actually in the show more. i know i have more seasons ahead than behind me still but. just a funny thing

CROWLEY Sorry. But your exceptional good looks aren’t gonna buy you any mercy. I suggest you talk. What should we use next? Speculum? Or something more exotic?

know that i really do not like torture in shows (got big mad at s4e16 with the forcing dean to torture alastair) or sexual violence, but combined with torture here. ugh.* and threatening babies, i mean it's like a greatest hits of all the things i hate!

*i do not want to extrapolate this to anyone else who spent time in hell.

DEAN I mean, the only thing that’s really changed, is now I need a daily rape shower.

big sigh. and this theme just keeps going with meg showing up, of course.

how does this dilapidated falling apart house they're squatting in have power

*trying to scrape the braincells together to remember how they left things with not-so-bad-grandpa skinner* his motivation being crowley bringing back mary, really?

CASTIEL If the pizza man truly loves this babysitter, why does he keep slapping her rear? Perhaps she’s done something wrong.

DEAN You’re watching porn? Why?

CASTIEL It was there.

good answer, cas

DEAN You don’t watch porn in a room full of dudes. And you don’t talk about it. Just turn it off. [to Sam when Cas looks down at his lap] Well, now he’s got a boner.

<insert blinking dude gif>

SAMUEL This what you boys do, sit around watching pornos with angels?

CASTIEL We’re not supposed to talk about it.

see, in my little vague mental map of cas, i wasn't expecting him to be funny.

CASTIEL Why are we working with these abominations?

MEG Keep talking dirty. Makes my meatsuit all dewy.

writers, please.

so i knew there was some issues with sam not wanting his soul back, but i did not know the context of him overhearing dean and cas talking about how it would likely go wrong and cause sam massive pain and suffering.

and don't we all love when our loved ones go behind our back to talk about medical decisions for us. they better talk to sam about this, and soon.

...ok. obviously she was getting his weapon but even if he wanted to try out his newly acquired pizza man skills, doing it with "an abomination"?

DEAN Oh, I understand… that you’re a liar. You talk about putting blood first, which is funny ’cause you sound just like my dad. The difference is, he actually did.

SAMUEL I am putting blood first.

DEAN Oh, gimme a break!

SAMUEL Mary’s my blood! My daughter! Don’t come at me like I sold you out, Dean. You sold out your own mother. It was her or Sam, and you chose Sam, plain and simple.

DEAN Oh, that is such crap! You wanna know what really happened? You chose a demon over your own grandsons!

SAMUEL See it how you want. I don’t even know what Sam is. And you want me to protect him? And you? You’re a stranger. No, really, tell me: what exactly are you supposed to be to me?

DEAN I’ll tell you who I am. I’m the guy you never wanna see again. ’Cause I’ll make it out of here, trust me. And the next time you see me, I’ll be there to kill you.

(grasping at straws that it's some long con)

well that was awful. i'm not quite following the leap to full blown murdering grandpa, but ok. i also am not really vibing with this source of conflict, it feels really manufactured.

ugh. what the fuck is this. no, thank you. she's gorgeous but it's fucking bad enough we're doing torture again but let her KEEP HER FUCKING CLOTHES ON

the bone burning thing was... quick. his little face is in the group shot on netflix where they're all definitely older haha so obviously that wasn't that.

also wanna hear something silly, for the longest time i thought that picture was sam, dean, cas and DAD hah! i'm like, jdm has changed a lot but eh whatever, this is how many years later

DEAN You don’t even know what you’re saying.

SAM No, I’m saying something you don’t like. You obviously care, a lot. But I think maybe I’m better off without it.

DEAN You’re wrong. You don’t know how wrong you are.

SAM I’m not sure about that.

oh the wrong vs. saying something you don't like. so very salient, perennially

oh and since i made the comment about cas, crowley and screentime,

CROWLEY Castiel, haven’t seen you all season. You the cavalry now?

😐

since questioning sam wanting it came up like, 3 times this episode, i'm guessing getting his soul back is imminent. i'm sure that's gonna be another mess of consent. or lack thereof.

[evarius-111]

I'm in love with all Pedro Pascal characters.

that's it. that's all this is.

I would like to take a few minutes to just write my thoughts, since I have nothing else to do.

If you decide to read all of this, you clearly have nothing else to do either, but thank you nonetheless.

Joel Miller

My lord, do I even need to say anything? He is the perfect example of DILF. The way he treats the people he cares for (Sarah, Tommy, Ellie.. etc) with such care, fills my heart with such joy to watch. I swear I could watch an entire show dedicated to purely just sweet moments of our beloved Miller.

He has a grip on my soul, and I'm truly not complaining.

His hands. Oh my god, his HANDS. The amount of times I've had to rewind a scene in The Last Of Us because I was so caught up in just staring at his fingers is honestly embarrassing.

His shoulders are so broad and strong, and the scars that cover his skin are truly a sign of how much he's been through, how much he's survived and conquered. He has the strength I wish I had, the willpower to survive that would've left me the moment anything went wrong for me in an apocalypse like that.

He is smart, strong, large and very much a heartthrob in my mind.

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

First things first, his voice. Christ, his voice has an effect on me that I am very ashamed to admit to. (thank God you guys will never know my real name). His demeanour is confident, strong-willed and unbroken. Even when he was bleeding out on the ground, he still looked unbreakable.

The amount of times he was so close to death is frightening, and yet he came back, alive and well. (not exactly well, but you know what I mean.)

The first time his helmet was taken off, I genuinely squealed. I was next to a close friend of mine, and he looked very worried, thinking I had been bitten by a spider or something, until he realized it was just my reaction to the scene on the TV, and let out an audible sigh of annoyance.

All I can say, is that if I was in the Star Wars universe, and there was a bounty on my head, the only hunter I would let take me in, would be Him.

Agent Whiskey

Ah, the one and only Jack Daniels.

I have a lot to say about him.

Forget the horse, Ride the cowboy indeed.

I have never liked arrogant, bold or conceited men.. but for him, I will make an exception. He may be one of my favourite characters portrayed by Pedro.

His outfits, his confidence, his voice.. all of it mixes perfectly to make Agent fucking Whiskey.

How that lady managed to reject him, is beyond me. If a man like him walked up to me, called me charming, and then proceeded to ask to buy me a drink.. I'd be weak at the knees within seconds. I would swipe right happily, and I'd be grinning like an idiotic fool all whilst doing it.

He could grip my neck the way he grips that lasso, if he so chose. And I would happily indulge in that as well.

The amount of money I would spend in order to hear that man whimper, is insane.

I physically couldn't speak when I was watching Kingsman 2, because all the words left me when he'd show up on screen. Lord knows I will not be going to heaven with all the thoughts that filled my mind.

Oberyn Martell

(Game Of Thrones spoilers!)

The wonderful Prince of Dorne... what must I say?

He is absolutely gorgeous, with his golden robe, his perfectly sculpted features, his captivating eyes..

He definitely helped me through season 4 of Game Of Thrones, that's for sure.

He is for sure a calming sight for sore eyes..

Well, until his eyes were carved out, that is.

His first ever scene had a hold on my heart, that held on for dear life even after I finished watching the episode.

Lord am I envious of the brothel ladies (and gentlemen) that got to feel his hands on them. In fact, if I worked there, I would pay him to touch me.

His voice has been stuck in my head ever since I finished Game Of Thrones season 4. That heavy Dornish accent that is ever so beloved echoes in my mind like a mysterious melody.

Lord the things I would do to be able to hear that voice whisper filthy things into my ear.

Javi Gutierrez

Here he is, the most 'ruthless man' on this planet.

The only ruthless thing about him is how fucking cute he is. He's literally a puppy! He gives off major golden retriever energy, which matches his gorgeous face perfectly. I would stare into those sweet, loving eyes for eternity if I could.

I hated every second of the scenes where they were accusing him of being a filthy criminal.

Honestly, how dare they accuse him of such activities! Just look at those eyes,

Do you really think those eyes could ever cause harm?

The answer of course, is never.

I would sacrifice my life for him, and I would do it happily. I would do anything for him if it kept him safe. He's too pure and sweet to be harmed.

I just want to pat him on the head and squish his cute lil' cheeks until they are red.

Frankie Morales

And last but never least, our sweet little pilot man.

I absolutely adored Triple Frontier for one reason, and one reason only. Our darling Francisco Morales.

He had no right to be able to steal our hearts with such little screen time. He deserved more time to embed himself into our brains, even if he did manage to do it either way.

The worry that always filled me when he was ever so kind, knowing most of the time, the sweet ones are the first to go. But luckily, the directors spared us the heart ache and thus spared his life.

I have so much envy for the woman he was married to.

She was truly very lucky to have such a gorgeous, loving, sweet man to help her raise their children.

Even if she most definitely deserves the support, that won't stop me from being jealous.

What am I supposed to say? It's Pedro Pascal... I'm bound to be envious.

END.

Thank you very much if you read all of this, it is very much appreciated.

With full sincerity,

.Evarius.

[atomicobservationnacho]

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[oro-e-diamanti]

The one where Ethan is pretending

Description | When you bump into Ethan in Paris, you fail to mention that you know exactly who he is. You’re not sure how long you’ll be able to keep it up when he asks you out for a drink.

Content | Fluff

Pairing | Ethan x gn!Reader (with the exception of one female pet name)

Word Count | 2071

Taglist | @ginny-lily @ethaneskin @tabi-toast @mywritingonlyfans

***

There was no way you were staying in the same place that Måneskin had just arrived at. There was no way, you kept telling yourself. Paris was a massive city, the number of available hotels in the hundreds, maybe thousands if you had to guess. And yet, somehow, you had managed to pick the one place one of your new favourite obsessions would spend their time. You knew it didn't mean much, the hotel had more than a couple of rooms and with your luck, you wouldn't even catch a glimpse of them. But as you kept scrolling through Instagram, seeing pictures of people meeting the four Italians in front of the place you had checked into mere days ago, you couldn't fight a little bubble of excitement forming in your chest.

Well, you told yourself you wouldn't get your hopes up. And you definitely wouldn't hang around in front of the hotel or in the lobby. You had booked your solo trip to Paris months ago, after dreaming about visiting the city for most of your life, and you would be damned if you wouldn't stick to your itinerary and enjoy your holiday. However - you had gotten up at what felt like dawn to go queue up for the Louvre and spent the last couple of hours there, so you decided that a nap was the way to go if you wanted to continue exploring the city in the evening. Fortunately, the walk back to the hotel wasn't long.

You had made it to the last corner before entering the street you were aiming for, when two giggling girls ran past you, unceremoniously bumping your shoulder and sending you tumbling. You were fully expecting to hit the ground, but instead, a pair of strong arms caught you and brought you back to your feet. A pair of strong arms belonging to a strong chest that you came face-to-face with, belonging to a gorgeous face, belonging to Ethan Torchio.

"Tu vas bien?" His broad French accent confused you, momentarily forgetting about the little detail that you were, in fact, in France, as you stared at the drummer in front of you, who was still protectively holding onto your upper arms.

"Huh?" Was the immensely intelligent answer that thus left your mouth.

"Oh, not French?"

"No, definitely not French." You finally said, taking a step back from him to avoid the increasing awkwardness you were feeling about being touched by him, while the two girls who had previously knocked you down were now lingering around the two of you suspiciously, not coming close enough to be rude, but obviously desperate to get their own piece of Ethan. "No, just a tourist."

"Me too," Ethan smiled. "A tourist, I mean. Well, kind of. I'm here with my band so it's not like we have time to do a lot of sightseeing."

He briefly turned around to look at the two girls who still seemed frustrated at you hogging his time and gave a small wave before turning back to you. It was the movement that made you realise he had the most gorgeous red rose tucked into the waistband of his trousers. Well, it used to be the most gorgeous rose - after your little crash, it had bent in the middle, the top hanging only by a thread, in the most miserable fashion.

"Oh, no I am so sorry!" You gasped, carefully grasping the delicate petals that were on the verge of breaking off. "I must have crashed into it when you caught me."

"Don't worry about it," Ethan said, softly, and pulled the stem from his waistband. The flower looked even more tragic now, in all its crushed glory. "A fan gave it to me a few minutes ago."

"Huh?" You surely proved yourself articulate in this conversation. You mentally hit yourself, angry at yourself for being so easily flustered.

"There are a few fans waiting in front of our hotel, because we're in a ... band ... and things."

Apparently, your awkwardness was contagious. Also, it was becoming increasingly obvious that Ethan thought that you had no idea who he was.

"Let me get you a new one," you suggested. "There's a flower shop just two doors down from the hotel - I mean, I am staying there, too, so I know."

He smiled at you with a serenity and calmness that had your heart soaring. You decided you'd be willing to buy him a million roses if only he kept smiling at you like that for a little longer.

"Well, I've got to go now, but it would be rude to refuse your offer. Meet you in the bar of the hotel at 8 tonight?"

No way this was happening. You almost gasped, but at the last moment managed to keep your cool, outwardly. On the inside, you were a mess. Bumping into the drummer of one of your favourite bands was a wonderful chance meeting as it was - but this almost sounded like a date. Now, of course, Ethan wouldn't be asking you out on a date. That would be ridiculous. But there was also no way you would miss out on a chance to meet him again. Preferably without those two giggling girls that were still standing behind him, watching every move of your interaction but luckily too far away to hear what you were saying.

"It's a d- uh, deal," you quickly recovered before almost spitting out the word date instead. Ethan chuckled.

"Right, see you later, then, for our... deal."

He had seen right through you anyway, you thought. But he was still laughing, so it wasn't all that bad - right?

With another quick touch to your upper arm, Ethan walked past you, turning around just one last time.

"My name is Ethan, by the way. You can tell me yours tonight."

Oh, you would.

***

The rest of the day was... well, restless. You couldn't nap because your mind was a whirlwind and your stomach was twisting with excitement. So instead, you had made sure to get the prettiest red rose you could find in the flower shop down the street - while slightly wincing at the price that a shop in the center of the city of love demanded - and put it in a glass the hotel receptionist had been nice to give to you. Then you had decided that there was no way you would manage to relax before 8, so you allowed yourself a few hours simply wandering through the city, no real destination, no itinerary for once, just a nice long stroll with nothing but your thoughts.

At five past eight - being slightly late was still cool, right? - you did a quick check-up in the mirror, realised you were not going to get any happier with your appearance whatever you tried to do at this point, grabbed the rose from its makeshift vase, and left your room.

It only took you a second to see him when you entered the little bar on the ground floor of the hotel. Even in the dim light, the white blouse that he had already been wearing when you met for the first time stood out like a sore thumb. Long dark hair fell over his back in a silky fashion. You had never wanted to touch anyone's hair more.

You took one more deep breath and then walked over to Ethan, smile on your face and rose in your hand.

"A rose for the handsome gentleman?"

Ethan almost jumped, apparently not having heard you coming, but quickly a smirk spread over his face while he stood up.

"I'll take the rose and your name, then."

"It's Y/n."

Ethan greeted you with a soft kiss to your cheek, before taking the rose, pulling your chair back, and inviting you to sit. It was almost ridiculously romantic and if it had been anyone else it would have seemed over-the-top and off-putting, but with Ethan it seemed sincere and fitting.

"Glass of wine, Y/n?" He asked as he casually waved the waiter over to your table.

"Just one. I want to get up early tomorrow for some more sightseeing."

***

It didn't end up being just one glass. It ended up another one and then a bottle shared. But it also ended up with three hours of talking, laughing, teasing, and slowly moving your chairs closer together until you were basically sitting on the same side of the table. You had asked him about his band - still trying to cover up that you knew exactly who they were out of pure fear that he'd reject you for being a fan - and he has asked about your job, your life, your family. In fact, you only left the bar when the waiter had started throwing you annoyed looks while demonstratively cleaning the tables around you.

"I'll bring you to your room," Ethan chuckled lightly as you waited for the elevator. His hand was on the small of your back and it was spreading tingles all through your body. You were standing close enough that you could smell his perfume, a light yet musky scent that encapsulated everything about him.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, he lightly pushed you inside and you found yourself not minding him leading you like this. You pressed the button for your floor, leaning against the wall as you studied the man in front of you. He was a thing of beauty, no question about it, and when he smiled down at you the way he was right then and there, he made you feel like one, too.

"I had a lovely evening, Y/n. Is there any chance I could get your number?"

What a question, you thought to yourself. You'd be mad to refuse him!

You dug your phone out of your cluttered bag. You had switched numbers just a few weeks ago and had not yet learned the new digits by heart. Quickly, you switched it on - and your heart sank. Oh crap. You had completely forgotten about this.

The lockscreen of your phone was a picture of Måneskin.

As you looked up, you realized Ethan had seen. And, contrarily to the reaction that you were anticipating, he was wearing a massive grin.

"Ethan, I am so sorry, I should have told you immediately when we met but I kind of just stumbled into this and you were explaining you were in a band and I didn't know how to say-"

"Dolcezza, calm down. I've known all along."

"Wait - what?"

He didn't explain. Instead, he pointed to your bag - your tote bag - your Måneskin tote bag.

You truly felt like the least intelligent life form on earth.

"I've been carrying that around all day, haven't I?"

While your embarrassment grew, face heating up, Ethan grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into his body. His arms tightly wrapped around your body and you could feel his giggles in his chest, as your head was pressed against it. You didn't hesitate in reciprocating, clinging onto his torso, slowly swinging from side to side. Both of you caught in a tipsy stupor.

You only stopped when the elevator arrived at your floor, both of you stumbling out and dragging each other to your door while clinging on. When you reached your room, you let your back lean against it, pulling Ethan along so you were standing face to face, smiling at each other shily and yet never breaking eye contact.

"Why didn't you say anything?" You finally asked. He stroked your cheek, leaving goosebumps. He had now gotten so close that you could feel his breath on your, drowning in each other.

"I liked pretending."

And then he kissed you. Boldly, unafraid and passionate. You melted like putty under him, letting him take control while letting yourself fall, as his lips moved against yours.

You only pulled away enough to get another glance at him, before once again searching your bag, now one-handed, so you never quite had to let go of him. A small triumphant sound escaped you as you located the key card. Holding it up next to your face, you shot the man in front of you another smirk.

"Why don't we keep pretending? At least for tonight."

It wasn't an offer he was going to refuse.

[chicagosfinest2021]

I'm not saying that the concept of a monogamous marriage is totally wrong/bad but. . .

I wonder sometimes if TV, movies, advertisements and magazines actually started glamourizing happily single women living functional and fulfilling lives the same way they glamourized weddings, and having a traditional nuclear family. . .if more women would openly admit to preferring former over the latter?

One of my favorite TV shows over the last few years has been "Being Mary Jane" (starring Gabrielle Union). I'm re-watching it now because I couldn't remember how the series ended. And for those of you who haven't seen it, the show follows the life of a beautiful, accomplished African-American female news anchor, Pauletta Patterson (Mary Jane Paul is her professional name). She works/lives in Atlanta, Georgia (later NYC) is intelligent, bilingual, a hard-worker, has the wardrobe, the money, the gorgeous house, the flashy car, a loving (albeit occasionally dysfunctional) family, and her homegirl/producer Kara always has her back, even when MJ is way out of line.

Now despite having so many beautiful things going on in her life, Mary Jane is constantly thinking about the future and moving onto bigger and better, both with her professional career and her personal life, which is totally normal right? But of course every relatable character must be beautifully flawed and MJ is no exception.

Throughout Mary Jane/Pauletta's up's and downs in her personal and professional life the one thing (to me) that seemed to be her biggest "flaw" was her obsession with trying to find her "Black unicorn" and have kids; all of this was only exacerbated by the fact that she is slowly approaching age 40. Now the fact that MJ wanted the man, the kids, the house, the car, the white picket fence, etc, wasn't so much the problem as it was HOW she tried to "rationalize" obtaining all these things. Not to mention she was always concerned about how her situation was not unique and how she didn't want to fall into the "trap" of so many other Black women who were apparently "destined to be alone".

Now Mary Jane, like myself and many other Black women reading this, is a hypergamous woman who is only interested in entertaining high value and high achieving men like herself. She is only interested in men who can match her in wits, her interests, as well as men who are financially stable. No problems there.

The problem was even though MJ had all these good intentions and plenty of men who were on her level and willing to give her what she wanted. . .she routinely throughout the series found ways to sabotage perfectly good relationships with these men, because she was just so obsessed with the idea that if she did NOT find a man to settle down with and COULDN'T have a child that she would never truly achieve happiness. Some of her offenses included: stealing her partner's sperm, attempting to buy a home and move in with a man that she knew was already married with two kids, ending a relationship with an older, wealthy and accomplished gentleman because he wasn't interested in having a baby with her on HER timeline and wanted to take things slow, cheating on a man who genuinely loved her with a man who was previously her sworn enemy and (possibly the worse offense of them all IMO), betraying her BEST friend in order to continue her secret liaison with said former sworn enemy.

I'm saying all this to say that in my opinion, I feel that a lot of women, especially Black women have been conditioned to believe that our self-worth and very womanhood is dependent on our ability to find a husband and have children. Again, nothing wrong with that on the surface. But as G. Union's character Mary Jane admitted herself in one episode, she couldn't tell if she wanted marriage and motherhood because SHE truly wanted it, or because she felt like she had been trained to *supposed* to want it (or as she put it "feeling like a trained seal"). And to be completely honest I'd actually found myself asking that same question when I was still in college.

There is still in 2021 a negative stigma around women who remain unmarried past a certain age. And while people are more inclined to be sympathetic towards women who are childless (i.e., do not have children but are open to it or would definitely like children in the future), women who are child-free by choice (i.e., neither have nor want children) are seen as social pariahs in a lot of circles. And needless to say Black women are often seen as the bottom of the barrel when it comes to desirability and as such are often scrutinized harsher than other women when it comes to us having a harder time landing a partner who is worthy of us. Which is why I think so many Black women feel like they're racing against the clock and trying to prove to their friends, family, peers and society as a whole that "we can have it all too!"

Now I realize that as high value and hypergamous women, the obvious motivation for many of us is to seek out financially stable, generous men that can provide, spoil us, satisfy us emotionally (and even sexually) and whom with we can eventually enter a loving, monogamous, mutually beneficial marriage and start a family. But is it possible to still want hypergamous relationships but not necessarily have marriage and/or motherhood as the end goal? Instead of setting her sights on "settling down", is it still possible or even acceptable for a woman to have multiple beneficial yet meaningful relationships with men over the course of her lifetime and still achieve love, luxury, and happiness without being "tied down"? It's true that many would argue that having a legal marriage would provide that needed level of financial security that a woman wouldn't be able to have otherwise. But some would also argue that even marriage to a high earning man with many financial assets at his wife's disposal would still come with risks and consequences of it's own. And if you're not interested in kids anyway, would marriage even still be necessary?

For many women being someone's wife is very important to them and has always been a goal, whether they want the title simply as a status symbol or because they truly believe in everlasting love between two people. But at what cost? Where do we draw the line? Are marriage and motherhood institutions we feel obligated to have a part in (out of social pressure) or are we truly passionate about having that lifestyle because it will bring us personal fulfillment? At what point does one cross over from being "determined and hopeful" to being a full out "Pick Me"? How many of us can admit that we feel or have felt pressure to make certain life decisions based off what is considered socially acceptable?

Thoughts??

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Hey-ya, Darling! How are you feeling?

Personally, I feel a little bit strangely-easy and calm, and hope you're just as okay!

I really liked your past fanfic (please don't consider me selfish, I'm just still ecstatic ///)

It's a little embarrassing to ask you a request, but I hope you don't mind 👉👈? I really want to read about little orphan girl Nezuko and alone woman reader that adopts her (•v•)

I honestly like this idea, albeit a little sad hah x)

But, if you feel something bad and unpleasant, then do not write it for your own good!!

Chu, all the best! 🎐

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A/n: Hello again!! I’m feeling a bit gloomy today, but other than that, I’m fine! I’m really glad that you liked the fanfic you requested the other time, I was so happy for a few days after knowing you liked it! Don’t be embarrassed, it’s alright!

Sorry that you had to wait for a few days for this, I was answering my final exam when I found this. But don’t worry, it’s alright!

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Title: Adoption Papers

Pairing: Nezuko Kamado x Reader (Adoptive mother and adopted daughter relationship/ family-established)

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Warning: Grammar errors, kinda cringe, sad backstory, mentions of death, fire,

I am very foreign about adopting/adoption so I did some research about adopting but I might have multiple corrections here, forgive me if I do.

Genre: Fluff, slight angst,

Keys:

Y/n- your name, L/n- last name,

A/n: I’m kinda sad about how this fanfic went because I had no clue how to do this.

Reader: Female

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You live alone in an apartment. Everyday is always boring for you. Wake up, eat, go to work, go home, eat, then sleep. It looks like the day is always repeating over and over again.

You grew tired. You tried dating before, but in the end, it just doesn’t work out. So you stopped finding love and continued your life being alone.

You were walking home from work. While you were walking, you felt a droplet drop on your head. ‘Huh?’ You asked yourself, looking up. More and more rain drops started to fall. You immediately knew that it was raining. “Ugh, and I didn’t even bring my umbrella with me... Great.” You mumbled, getting annoyed.

You clutched the strap of your bag and began running to your apartment. It wasn’t that far from your workplace, just a few minutes away.

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When you finally arrived in your apartment block, you quickly ran inside to take a breather for a moment, then walked to the elevator to your apartment. You passed by someone who was walking in the opposite direction as you. You pressed the up button and waited for the elevator to go down.

While waiting, someone went beside you and waited for the elevator. You checked to see who it was.

It was your neighbor.

You decided on making small talk while waiting for the elevator, you didn’t want it to be awkward.

“Ah.. Hey. Nice seeing you again.” You greeted, giving them a small smile. They smiled back. “Mhm. I haven’t been talking to you in a month now, how are you?” Your neighbor asked. You told them how you were feeling right now and asked if they’re alright. Your neighbor nodded.

You and your neighbor talked for a while now. You trusted the said neighbor, being the first person to talk and welcome you to this apartment. Telling you everything about the city you were in and the bad things you should avoid.

You both heard the elevator make a ‘ding!’ sound, alerting you that the elevator is finally here. The doors opened and you two stepped inside. Your neighbor pressed the nth floor then the elevator started moving up.

It was mostly silence except for the background music coming from the elevator.

A few seconds later, the elevator dinged again. You flinched as you were interrupted while you were in a daze. You first walked out, then walked to your apartment, your neighbor following behind.

Your neighbor reached their apartment door first. “Talk to you later L/n!”

You both bid farewell. Then you walked, stopping in front of your door. You took your apartment keys from your bag and unlocked the door. You entered the slightly small and boring apartment then closed the door behind you, then locked it.

You threw your bag across the couch and slumped beside the bag. You grabbed the remote and turned the tv on.

A few minutes had passed as you were forced to watch family advertisements from the tv. Frustrated, you turned it off and groaned. You stared at the ceiling, filled with sadness.

Then, an idea popped onto your mind.

You can adopt a kid!

You were old enough to adopt, you have an okay home, you have more than enough money for a child and yourself, you have no criminal records, and it’ll be a learning experience for you!

“It’s settled!” You exclaimed, standing with hope. Tomorrow, you will try to adopt a child, to make things better, tomorrow was your day off! You looked at the time to see it was already 5:47PM. You went to the fridge to see that you have some leftovers enough for you for now. ‘I should buy groceries tomorrow then..’ You noted.

You put out an all-nighter to research about adopting and such.

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You woke up ecstatic today and surprisingly early. You're finally going to adopt a child! Or children. But you were planning on adopting only one, since this is going to be your first experience of having a child.

You wore appropriate comfy yet casual clothes that would make you look gorgeous and stand out. You wore little make up, showing your natural face more. You took a shoulder bag then left, not forgetting your keys and locking the door.

You went to your attorney to prepare paperworks about adopting.

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Huge time skip:

It took you months to get everything ready. It was not what you thought it would take. You thought it would just take a week or two. But you were wrong.

‘It’s time for me to adopt!’ You exclaimed to yourself, telling yourself that everything that had happened for the past few months was worth it for a kid. You made yourself look a bit presentable yet casual for your soon adopted child. You wanted to make a great first impression if you want him/her to like you. While you were waiting for the past few months, you decided on getting a girl to adopt.

You went to the adoption center and met the caseworker. You both discussed adoption and which child you will choose. You looked at the pictures and saw one child that had caught your eyes. She had black to flame orange hair, and dark pink eyes. By the emotion she had in the picture, she had a small frown and puffy eyes, possibly from crying. And it said that her name was Nezuko Kamado.

The caseworker glanced at what you're staring at and smiled “Ah, Yes. Nezuko Kamado. She is very kind and cheerful. The characteristics you chose are similar to Nezuko.”

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With Nezuko:

A woman opened the door and peeked her head inside. “Nezuko?” The woman called. Nezuko let out a confused ‘hm?’ sound while making herself visible to the lady. The woman crouched to her level and said sweetly “You’re getting adopted today, Nezuko!”

Nezuko smiled widely. She’s finally getting adopted! She jumped in excitement and joy. “Come on.” The woman said. “Let’s help you pack alright?” Nezuko nodded.

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Nezuko carried a bag filled with her belongings with her. She waved and bid farewell to her fellow friends. Quite sad to be leaving her home but happy to be adopted. She walked with the woman beside her to Nezuko’s new guardian. Nezuko looked up to see a gorgeous lady smiling at her.

You softly smiled at her. “Hello Nezuko, I’m going to be your new mommy.” You introduced yourself. “M-mommy?” You nodded. You took note of her shy behaviour. “H-hello…” Nezuko fiddled with her hands.

You giggled, standing up to the caseworker’s level. “After Nezuko lives with you for a few months, she can be your legal child. You have to do some paperwork too for you to change Nezuko’s last name..” The caseworker explained as they noticed your slightly confused and worried expression.

“Ah, thank you.” You looked down at Nezuko. “Would you like me to carry that bag for you, Nezuko?”

“Yes please.. Thank you.” Nezuko handed you her bag.

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You and Nezuko had finally arrived at your apartment.

“Sorry, it’s kinda small.. But I assure you, it’s cozy sometimes.” You told her. “Oh... Ok! It’s ok!” She beamed. You smiled at her cuteness. You placed her bags you were carrying on a table.

Nezuko jumped on your couch and it slightly bounced. “Comfy..” Nezuko murmured. You sat beside her, giving her a snack that she gratefully took. “Let’s get to know each other, Nezuko. Is that alright?” She happily nodded, giving a shy smile.

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Soon after you got to know her better, you cooked food for the two of you. With Nezuko trying to help you.

After you both made dinner, you both sat across each other then ate the food. “Tasty..” Nezuko murmured, happy as she chewed her food. “I’m glad you like it.” You smiled. You both ate in a comfortable silence, talking every now and then.

You and Nezuko washed the dishes together, then prepared to watch a movie. Nezuko picked a genre and the movie while you prepared popcorn.

While you and a slightly sleepy Nezuko were watching the movie, you thought of everything she had said to you about her.

“I’m really happy you adopted me. I truly am! I’m really happy that I could have another chance of having a new family. The people in the adoption center were nice, But there’s this one girl who is really mean to me.. I don’t know why, but she does something bad to me! But she got adopted a few days before I got adopted.” She said.

“I had many siblings but they were gone. So was my parents…” She sobbed, tears slowly formed in the corner of her eyes. “There was an accident in our home. A fire had started and my brother woke me up, carrying me out the house. Then, my brother carried three of my siblings and left us outside. I don’t know what happened inside the house but..”

“Hey.. Breathe. You’ll be alright. I promise I will take care of you.”

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you saw Nezuko lean onto you as she softly snores. You let out a small yawn and looked at the time. It was already late. You gently and carefully carried Nezuko to your bed and laid her down, placing a blanket on top of her stomach.

You kissed her forehead and murmured a ‘good night’. You went back to the couch and turned off the television. You took a spare blanket from a closet and slept on the couch.

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A few months had passed ever since you adopted Nezuko. After the final paperwork to change her last name to L/n, (Nezuko told you that she wanted to change her last name), She was finally your legal adopted child.

You were not alone anymore. She behaved well and already opened up to you. You both would go to places and do mother-daughter activities together. You both were happy.

You and Nezuko are not alone anymore. You both have each other.

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E/n: This wasn’t what I planned to be the ending but I hope you still liked it! This fic was actually 7 pages long lol.

Extra:

Think of this ^ as you and Nezuko playing tag. Ignore the katana.

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Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 6

Afterglow chapters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

CHAPTER SIX

Steve left a trail of cool breeze from the outside which sent shivers on the surface of your skin. You immediately closed the door, slightly annoyed at the cold air New York had to offer.

"He seems nice." Bucky commented as soon as you got back inside. The jukebox had stopped playing. It probably already used up Bucky's money. "Looked like he couldn't hurt a fly." He added.

You agreed with Bucky as you sat back down on the high stool. He managed to bring out the drink you guys hid from Steve and placed it in front of you. A big smile spread across his face, still urging you to drink what he made just a few minutes ago. He kept convincing you that the "y/n" drink was a good and mean drink, perhaps "the best drink you'll ever have, I swear!" (even though he hadn't tried it himself). He spoke like a true businessman trying to sell his product. He never broke eye contact and kept his voice firm and strong.

"This is the first and last time I'm taking a drink from a stranger." You mumbled, picking up the drink. It was cold like the air outside.

"Hey, I'm no stranger!"

Before the drink could even reach your lips, you caught a whiff of its smell. It was kind of fruity yet minty at the same time but the scent of vodka still lingered on top of the drink. Bucky added a little umbrella, perhaps finding it in one of the cabinets while you were walking Steve towards the front door.

The first sip tasted like New York's wintery air that soon left. It was replaced by the taste of both spring and summer, basked in a state of glorious heat. "Bucky..." You gulped until there was no more left on the glass. "This is -- "

"The best drink you ever had?" His nose scrunched up.

You didn't want to feed him a big ego but even you couldn't deny that yes, it was the best drink you ever had in your life. There was something weirdly familiar in it; the same feeling that you felt as you stared at Bucky's sleeping face.

"Indeed it is." You sent him a smile. "Something familiar in all of it. For some unknown reason, I can't explain it."

"Because the drink is you." He replied, taking the glass from your hand and placing it on the dishwasher beside him. "Or what I thought about you the first time I saw you."

"The first time you saw me, you were butt naked and I had a bit of a concussion. You got fruity and minty from that?"

He smirked while opening the faucet. "Fruity and minty, huh?"

"Yeah," you replied, leaning back on the stool as you crossed your arms across your chest, "that's what it tasted like."

"Interesting." He hummed.

"Wasn't that what you wanted me to taste?"

"You tell me."

"You're confusing me, Bucky." You groaned. "Man, you didn't even get a taste of it. Not one single sip and you already assumed that the drink would 'fit' my personality."

"Fruity and minty." Bucky started to clean up the glass, then the rest of the counter. You stared at him, waiting for an explanation to what he just said. He looked like something out of Vogue magazine while cleaning the counter. You, on the other hand, must've looked like hell. "I'm like a magician when it comes to drinks, y'know -- "

"If you are," you interrupted, "you could've just made your one night stand disappear. But you're not, so you, Bucky Barnes, suck."

"No," he sighed defeated, "I'm like a magician 'cause a magician never reveals his tricks. And by the way, full name is James Buchanan Barnes."

"James is a lot easier to say than Bucky. It's one syllable against two." You frowned. "You know that, right?"

"What can I say, y/n?" He leaned against one of the cabinets with a smug look on his face. "I've been Bucky my whole life."

"You've also been James your whole life. Where did you even get the name Bucky?"

"Buchanan." He shrugged.

"You got Bucky from Buchanan?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. Plus, if I really were magician, Bucky Barnes had a nice ring on it. Don't you think so?"

"Whatever you say, big guy. Now pay up." You rolled my eyes. "And Bucky Barnes sounds like a villain's name. Just sayin'." This earned you a couple chuckles from Bucky.

The wiping cloth slid easily on the smooth surface of the newly-washed glass. Once he was done, he placed it back to where he got it. Bucky moved swiftly as if he knew his way in the bar. He playfully rolled his eyes at you before giving you a hundred dollar bill. "You should be the one paying me, y'know. I made a drink and helped you with a shit ton of boxes."

"James," you chuckled slowly, "between the two of us, you're clearly the rich one. Not richer. Rich. I don't even have a hundred dollars in my pockets right now, except," you grabbed the bill in his hand, "now." You placed it inside your pockets but of course, that would go to the cash register in a bit. "And you did use up some of our liquor. Even those damn new ones."

"Fair enough, then." He smiled. "Now, let's see those photos of yours."

Right. The photos that hang lonely on these chipped vintage walls, sadly deprived of human touch and sight. Before leading Bucky to one of the walls where your printed photos were, he grabbed his polo shirt (more like Peter's) and wrapped it around his body once more.

Your photos were all scattered on the walls, like nesting birds chirping in their homes; except no one would dare to look at them.

The bar was now enveloped in silence with the jukebox not playing. The only thing you could hear was the constant ticking of the wall clock that hung in between two of your photos which Steve framed after buying them from one of your failed photo exhibits. The walk towards the wall seemed much longer than it should. There was a warm feeling lingering on your stomach, the drink from earlier. You just now realized that you haven't had any solid food. Right now, there was a protein shake and liquor swarming inside your stomach like a bunch of bees. Then, a small churn came out. The instinct to hold your belly kicked in, hoping that Bucky didn't get to hear that.

He didn't say anything as he sat down on one of the booths, his gaze fixated on your photos on the walls as if studying every subject, light, and color captured by your lenses. He looked like he was inside the Met, moving from time to time to admire each photo.

"Y/n," he whispered, "these are gorgeous." Then, he turned around, sliding out of the booth to see some more. You didn't say anything. Just a small smile was enough. You were never one to take compliments anyway. "These photos should be out there, y'know, not inside the confinements of a vintage bar."

"The reason why they're here is because people from outside didn't seem to like them." You replied, trailing behind Bucky. "But that doesn't matter anyway.

He turned around with a frown etched on his face. "What do you mean?"

You pursed your lips, avoiding his gaze. "I mean it's not like people like them here. But that's okay, I guess. I mean, I'm doing product photos for small businesses. That's something."

"They're both different, right? Those photos you take in your small studio and these ones." The photos on the wall stole his attention once more. "You have the freedom to take whatever you want."

You stood there, picking at the blunt edges of the booth table, avoiding any eye contact you may have with Bucky. Suddenly, a roll of images from an early memory came to mind: Bucky's school-of paintings, tiny sculptures and the White Wolf headstone. "You seem like you're really into art."

"In whatever medium they're made, yes." He replied. "Film, painting, photography, writing -- everything!"

As far as you remembered, the only things Peter told you about Bucky were his wild adventures during his youth, and how Bucky could "run a hotel even with his eyes closed!" Peter didn't dive into the deep stuff about his stepbrother's life. It was always about girls, party, money, and booze. Perhaps Bucky's stories were only as good as stories you tell when you just want to have a good laugh while drinking. The sentimental stuff, you knew, were reserved for solemn dinner nights or even days like this inside a bar.

"Why run a hotel, then?" You genuinely asked, looking at the back of his head.

"It's the only thing I know." Bucky snickered, slowly turning around. "Besides making a mean drink, of course."

"You're never gonna let that slide, are you?"

"Never. I mean, c'mon. You've tasted my drink. You can attest to it."

You hummed, raising both of your hands up in the air. "Testify."

He grinned in response and put his hands inside the pockets of his jeans. As you looked at him studying each photo you took, you could tell he didn't want to comment anything on his career path. Peter did say Tony Stark, his adoptive father and Peter's stepfather, just gave Bucky a share of his hotel until Bucky started running it on his own. You assumed Bucky just took it out of the goodness of this Tony Stark, for adopting him and caring for him. But the real reason for why Bucky took the chance, you may never know. Even though he was an open book, there were a few chapters in him that seemed intentionally hazy, as if he didn't want other people to read them. If Peter had anything to know about these "hidden chapters" in his life, you didn't know. It looked like Bucky would just tell Peter all his wild stories but not the stories about serious matters in his life. But of course, you were just getting this observation out of the back of his head and some of his body language.

"Peter looks so happy here." Bucky commented, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "These his colleagues?"

"That was the first time he went out with his colleagues." You replied while approaching him. You stood beside him and looked at the photo. It truly felt like you and Bucky were standing in a deserted museum. "They had a pretty good time but not me. They made such a mess that night. It brought me back to when Peter would go home drunk back in college."

"Peter? Drunk in college?"

"Dead drunk. Apparently, he learned that from you." The moment these words slipped out of your mouth, a wave of panic washed over your body as the expressions on Bucky's face changed. A frown started to form. His jaw immediately clenched. His breathing became heavier each second. The uncomfortable silence deafened. "Oh god, Bucky, I'm sorry. Learned wasn't the right word. What I meant to say was -- "

"I'm hungry."

His short reply sent me into a whirl of confusion. "I'm sorry?"

"Are you hungry?"

"I -- "

"'Cause I'm hungry. Come, let's go get something to eat."

"Bucky, listen to me."

"I did." His voice faltered. "I heard you."

"But that wasn't what I exactly meant, y'know. I mean, come on, everyone experiments in college. Partying, getting drunk, all that kind of crap -- it's all normal!"

"That's not exactly how you put it earlier." He replied, suddenly facing you. His body towered over yours. "I believe what you said was he learned it from me?"

"I didn't mean that you taught him, it's just... Come on, Bucky, with all those wild stories of you -- "

"What are you trying to say, y/n?"

"Peter has a very curious mind, especially back in college. He jumped on every opportunity he had once he's offered a new thing or a new experience. Your wild stories would always pop out every time he's drunk or just some random nights really." you released an exasperated sigh. "Look, Bucky, the point is, he was just curious. He wanted to know what and how you felt during those wild times. It's not your fault. If anything, it's his. Peter may be smart but he's a much bigger dumbass. Even you should know that. You've lived with him since he was, what, in high school?"

Bucky raised his eyebrows, a grin slowly forming on his lips. "You know, I'm starting to think you're not his best friend. Talking behind his back."

"I say much harsher things to him to his face, don't worry." You smiled. "But I do love Peter even though he's a pain in the ass. We've been through many ups and downs, him and I. It's kind of what binds us together. And hey, him constantly drinking is none of your fault, alright? It's his." You assured Bucky once more. "He can really be a big dumbass."

He nodded and took out his hands from his pockets then crossed his arms across his chest. "I'm glad to hear he has you. Though, I'm quite surprised you two haven't dated yet."

You nervously chuckled then walked away from him . "What makes you say that?"

"If I were roommates with a girl, I would've slept with her the first day."

"I doubt you'd even have a girl as your roommate." You snorted. "How are you gonna get her out of the apartment?"

The bar was filled with Bucky's roaring laughter. "I like your sense of humor, y/n. No wonder why Peter likes you."

"What?" You stopped on your tracks and turned around.

"I meant, y'know, no wonder why you're still around."

You raised an eyebrow. "That poses more questions than answers, Barnes."

"He likes you as a best friend, is what I meant."

Your tummy started churning once more but you doubted Bucky had heard that with the groan coming out of his mouth after he bumped his toe on one of the tables.

"Hey, is lunch still on the table?"

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Boi, hi, I've been waiting for this. Could I request the RFA boys (+ V & Searan)'s reactions to finding out MC is a Victoria's Secret model and finding out by MC dragging them to a show before disappearing leaving them sitting alone for awhile before they walk out and yeah (I'm so sorry this is so long and I totally get if you don't want to write this. Have a great day!)

A/N: b o i you sentthis in literally *right* after I opened requests and I giGGLED SO HARD AT YOURENTHUSIASM it really made my day, so i hope you like this ~Admin 404

ALSO Y'ALL, IT’S YA GIRLS BIRTHDAY TODAY (june 20) SO IF YA NEED ME I PROBABLY WON’T BE BACK UNTIL LATER TODAY,HAVE FUN, BEHAVE, I LOVE YOU

*YOOSUNG:

               -He was already red as hell andnervously sweating when you just mentioned taking him to the show

               -“Isn’t Victoria Secretthat one… you know… sexy clothing store?”

               - yes, yes it is

               -The whole way there, he’smuttering to himself

               -Honestly trying to hold backtears because he feels so awkward

               -Wants to look at you and onlyyou!! He doesn’t want you to feel bad about him looking at other partiallynaked women

               - WHAT IF HE GETS A BONER MCHE CANT HELP IT AND IT’LL BE PUBLIC WHY IN THE WORLD DID YOU BRING HIM HERE

               -Holds onto your wrist when youtry to leave him there alone and you have to drag him a little bit beforetelling him that he’d be fine and you’d be back in just a little bit

               -He tries to fold himself up asmuch as possible to hide himself from the people giving him weird looks

               - it didn’t help

               -When the show started, a smallshriek rose up from the back of his throat and he covered his eyes with hishands, though he peeked through his fingers because his curiosity got the bestof him

               -But the first person he saw wasyou? And you were in some absolutely gorgeous,lacey, and very short nightgowns? Where are your pants? Are you in jUSTUNDERWEAR? ARE THOSE WINGS??

               -The poor boy has a full blownnose bleed. His face is as red as Saeyoung’s hair. He’s stuttering andmuttering to himself because he has absolutely no (comprehensive) words

               -He struggles to look you in theeye after the show! Kept trying for a solid hour to compliment you but thewords kept getting stuck on his tongue.

               -That night he held you cautiously,but still close enough to feel his heart race

               -Like, wow, he’s dating a mODEL!He knew you were beautiful inside and out but it’s just amAZING! He would havenever expected it

*ZEN:

               -“Why are we going to afashion show?”

               -“I’m beautiful, I shouldbe one of the models!”

               - thanks for being modest zen

               -You didn’t tell him what kindof fashion show, but he agreed to go anyway

               -Famous people are always seenat these things, he feels like he fits in!

               -He was so ready to complimentthe hell out of you to make sure you know he’s got all eyes for you

               -But when he turned back to you,you were gone?

               -P A N I C

               -Before he could look around foryou though, the show started

               -And the people behind him weregrumbling about him being in their way so he sat down and silently hoped thatmaybe you just excused yourself to the restroom

               -But as the show started, hewatched as multiple models walked out in different sorts of lingerie

               -He felt so AWKWARD! He justwanted you to come back so he could focus on you instead of these other wome-

               -There was one model thatcaptured his eye and he thought she was just absolutely breathtaking. Just bythe curve of your face, let alone your hips, he knew it was you

               -He couldn’t help himself, hecheered for you like it was a football game people had to pull him down tohis seat

               -He practically lifted you intothe air and spun you around afterwards, showering you in more compliments thanusual (which is a lot). Reminded you constantly throughout the rest of thenight how proud he was of you!

               -Also had to use all of hiswillpower to fight the inner beast the rest of the night

*JAEHEE:

               -She’s always wanted to attendfashion shows, but has always been way too busy

               -Not to mention she didn’t evenget to go to any for work reasons damn jumin

               -So she was extremely excited tohear that you were going to bring her to one!

               -She likes any and allinformation about where the two of you go so she was very shaken by the factthat you wouldn’t tell her what kind of show this was

               -What if it was a super fancyfashion show and she wasn’t presentable? What if it was super casual and she’stoo dressed up? WHAT IF IT WAS SECRETLY A STRIP CLUB AND YOU DIDN’T TELL HER

               -She was trying to get you togive her hints about what kind of show this was

               -Actually got frustrated whenyou didn’t give her any sort of hint

               - acts like a child andpouts, completely ignoring you

               -Simply nods her head inacknowledgement when you excuse yourself

               -The music started to play notlong after that and she started to get really giggly and excited! But there wasno sign of you?

               -She figured she would justrecord the show until you made it back, so you could watch it later on when youwere home!

               -The moment she got her phoneready, she hit record and looked down at the lit up screen

               -But when she did look, all shesaw was you? Walking down the catwalk? In some very revealing lingerie?

               -Had to do a double-take fromthe screen and up at the stage to make sure it was truly you

               -And holy shit??? Like, you gogirl?? 10/10 she was so excited to see you up there, strutting your stuff!

               -Any outfit you had modeled, sheplanned on buying matching outfits for the two of you as soon as possible

*JUMIN:

               -He’s tried to avoid any type ofshow at all costs

               -It’s just not his type ofscene, you know?

               -Watching all these women strutaround in ridiculous outfits, acting high and mighty, wanting nothing butattention (so he thought)

               -He just wanted to take this dayoff, sit at home with his precious girls (you and Elizabeth, obviously), andrelax

               -Instead, you had begged him tocome to this show, which you wouldn’t even tell him the theme of

               -And of course he agreed, you’rehis beloved and he wanted to do anything he could to make you happy

               -If that meant he had to watchthis agonizing show, then he would

               - he only wished he couldhave his wine as well

               - honestly thought aboutsneaking in a flask because he hated these things that much

               -Whined like a child when youtold him to stay put because you’d be right back

               -“But MC! I dislike thesethings, you can’t truly expect me to stay here alone, can you?”

               -You left anyway, and found yourway to the stage, only to walk out and see Mr. Trustfund Kid’s jaw clench- hiswhole body moving forward to the edge of his seat, a hand covering his mouthand his eyebrows knitted together

               -He was pleasantly surprised tosee you walk out in some gorgeous lingerie

               -But he was also immediatelyjealous of every other pair of eyes that set on you and your body

               -He swore to himself that you’llknow for sure that you’re his and only his later that night

               -Not to mention that every setof lingerie featured in the show would soon be in your closet for a private,up-close showing for him and only him

*SAEYOUNG:

               -He doesn’t get out much

               -But if you wanna go somewhere,then he! Is! Going! Somewhere!

               -Whatever you want to do, hewill do it for you!

               -You want to go to some sort offashion show?

               -He probably won’t enjoy it,since it’s not really something he’s into, but he will still go with you tomake you happy

               -Every fashion show he’s everseen had such ridiculous outfits

               -He’s hoping they’re just asterrible this time so he has something to make jokes about and keep himselfentertained

               -Lowkey threw a hissy fit whenyou told him you were leaving for a little bit

               -He was there for you! You can’tleave

               -“Fine if you won’t sit andstay then I’ll make fun of the outfits by myself”

               -When the music started he satforward, completely ready to slaughter the first outfit with insults

               -Except it was really cute. Andsexy. And oN YOU.

               -He literally fell out of hischair onto the floor, people had to help him get back up

               -Not before he turned as red ashis hair, though

               -From then on, every time youcame on stage, he would whoop and howl, causing you to almost lose your cool acouple of times

               - ends up surprising youweeks later wearing that same lingerie for you, wink wonk

*V:

               -He’s been to many shows

               -Well okay he’s photographedmany shows

               -Never sat and enjoyed onehimself

               -But completely willing to gowith you! He enjoys the art of the fashion

               -Doesn’t even matter what kindof show, he is 500% ready and willing to go

               -Of course he has his cameratoo, but not to take pictures of the models!

               -He wanted to take pictures ofyour reactions, how the bright lights shine on your face, how you can see thepassion in your eyes

               -HE WAS SO EXCITED, AAAAAA

               -When the music started he wasworried about you missing the show

               -He didn’t want to photographthe sadness in your eyes!

               -But he looked up at the stageto see you, walking out from behind the curtain with upmost confidence

               -Shining bright, dripping insexiness, and giving off a “I’m a badass” vibe

               -And he. was. lOVING IT.

               -It made him so nervous to seehis precious angel like that but he knew he couldn’t miss the opportunity

               -So every time you came out inany outfit, he was sure to take the most amazing photos of you, in an attemptto capture how much love he has for you in each one

               - wants a private photoshootbehind the scenes afterwards, wink wonk

*SAERAN:

               -You thought Saeyoung hatinggetting out of the house?

               -We all know Saeran is 10 timesworse

               -You are physically dragging himto this show because he’s so against it

               -“Why the fuck would I wantto watch people parading around the stage in stupid outfits”

               -Because?? Just go with meanyway??

               -He’s holding onto your arm,letting his feet drag against the floor when you try to leave him in the crowdalone

               -“Saeran I need to go dosomething!” “Oh no, you are NOT leaving me alone with ALL THESEPEOPLE”

               -You did leave him alone though,and he is LIVID.

               -He planned on not talking toyou for the remainder of the night because of it. Maybe he’d keep up the silenttreatment until tomorrow. Who knows?

               -The loud music started to playand he already hated everything about this

               -He watched as a few womenwalked out on stage, each in a progressively more revealing outfit

               -Until his arms unfolded when hesaw you in this sexy bra and panties set

               -Matching them to the largewings hanging behind you

               -Immediately snapping photos onhis phone for later blackmail

               - and also using them asresearch references to get those outfits for later

               - practically pounces youbehind the stage, attacking your whole body in kisses

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