#i noticed hes rlly into christmas so

[thebigfudanshi]

I'm feeling.... ✨Festive✨

[bloomyeu]

peach eyes

pairing: bang chan x female reader

summary: in which chan and you struggle to convey the love you have for each other

word count: 1.7k

warnings: angst? fluff? comfort? :) not edited

a/n: channie is so soft i luv him. fic is based off peach eyes by wave 2 earth

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He knew he loved you.

He really did, but at times he felt like it was never conveyed. The constant hours at the studio, the time away on tour, on a plane, at a showcase, hours that werent spent with you. He felt bad, when was the last time he kissed you? 3 weeks ago? Maybe 4?

Maybe its time he lets you go. 

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You knew you loved him.

Yes he was always busy, yes he wasn't home, but with him you were complete and that was that mattered. No matter how much time was spent apart.

Maybe its time you let him know you love him.

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Its been a few weeks since chan had last been home, and with the two weeks coming up to it, you could only think of how you could surprise him to make him feel the love you have for him. To hug and kiss him without anything holding you back.

He was supposed to be back at around 6pm. So you made everything he loved. A home cooked meal of jjajangmyeon, bobs burger on the tv, christmas candle lit, fuzzy blanket ready on the couch, and cuddles. 

The plan was to tell him how you felt as soon as you both finished dinner, although things don't always go exactly as planned. 

hey ynnie, flight got delayed :[ have no idea what time ill be home we also have a team dinner as soon as we land so dont wait up for me! im sorry baby, i rlly wanted to see u

hii channie awe thats sucks :/ i hope u have fun tnt and land safely!! will u still come tnt or r u gna stay at the dorms?

ur crazy i need to see u babe ofc ill be home ill jst be late

ok!!! ill be waiting <3

And with that dinner was put back in the fridge, candles were blown out, love confessions burned on your tongue, and tears were falling as you showered. 

You knew it wasn't his fault, he didn't even know. But it still hurt. 

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He felt so bad.

All he wanted to do was come home and be in your arms, and yet the flight got delayed so he’d be back at around 9pm and had a dinner/team meeting/debrief as soon as he landed. Could it not wait till tomorrow?

He knew you were waiting for him, wanting to spend a day with him before the both of you are sprung back to work.

But life is unfair is it not?

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It was around 1am when chan unlocked the front door of your(shared) apartment. 

The house was quiet, but he could hear Lorelei Gilmore talking about Chilton and whatnot.

“Ynnie, I’m home,” he whispered into the still apartment.

Walking into the kitchen, he noticed the food you’d prepared, and it made his heart swell. The jjajangmyeon, perfectly plated and covered with plastic wrap to keep it warm, the careful presentation that showed how much thought you’d put into making his favorite meal. You even remembered to set out his favorite pair of chopsticks—the ones you’d bought together during a trip to Japan.

The effort, the care, the love you’d put into this simple act of cooking for him—despite the long hours and despite knowing he might not even make it home in time to enjoy it—it all hit him like a wave. You still did these things for him, even when he felt he didn’t deserve it.

He could almost see you in the kitchen, humming softly to yourself as you cooked, imagining the smile on your face when you thought about how happy he’d be to come home to a meal made by you. The image was so vivid, so tender, that it made his chest tighten with emotion. He swallowed hard, trying to keep the tears at bay, but it was impossible not to feel overwhelmed by the depth of your love and how much he missed these moments with you.

He walked out of the kitchen before the tears could spill, hoping to pull himself together, but then he saw you on the couch.

You were wearing his shirt, the one that was a little too big on you but somehow looked perfect, hanging off your frame in that effortlessly beautiful way only you could manage. The fuzzy white blanket was wrapped snugly around you, keeping you warm as you slept. Your mouth was slightly agape, soft snores leaving your lips, and your hair was slightly tousled, as if you’d fallen asleep waiting for him.

He knew you’d tried to wait for him, and he’d never felt so guilty.

You never complained about the hours he worked, you never argued when he said “10 more minutes” at the studio—you were so good to him.

And yet he felt he treated you like crap.

And that realization only made him let out a choked sob.

He sank to his knees beside the couch, his hand reaching out to touch your face gently. You stirred slightly but didn’t wake up. Chan watched you sleep, his heart heavy with guilt and love. He wished he could turn back time, be there for you more, show you how much you meant to him.

He sat there for a while, just watching you sleep. The room was dim, the only light coming from the TV playing Gilmore Girls on low volume. The soft glow cast shadows on the walls, creating a peaceful, almost magical atmosphere. Chan took a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions. He knew he needed to be strong for you, to make things right. To treat you better.

Eventually, he got up and went to the bedroom. He changed into comfortable clothes and grabbed a spare blanket. He returned to the living room, covering you with the extra blanket before settling down on the floor next to the couch. He didn’t want to disturb you by trying to fit on the couch with you, but he wanted to be close.

As he layed there, he thought about all the times he’d missed, all the moments he should have been there for. He remembered the first time he met you, how your smile had lit up the room. He thought about all the little things you did for him, the way you always made him feel loved even when he was far away.

He made a silent promise to himself that he would do better. He would make more time for you, show you how much he loved you. He wouldn’t let his career come between you two anymore. He closed his eyes, hoping that tomorrow would be a better day, that he could start making things right.

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Morning came, and you woke up to the smell of coffee. You blinked a few times, realizing you were still on the couch. The TV was off, and the apartment was filled with the soft morning light. You sat up, stretching and rubbing your eyes.

That’s when you saw Chan in the kitchen, making breakfast. He looked up and smiled when he saw you awake.

“Good morning, ynnie” he said softly.

“Hiii channie, good morning. How was the flight” you replied, your voice still groggy from sleep.

He walked over to you, holding a cup of coffee. “It was ok. made you some coffee.”

You took the cup from him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “Thank you.”

He sat down next to you, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and guilt. “I’m sorry about last night. I really wanted to be here with you.”

You shook your head, placing a hand on his. “It’s okay, it wasn't your fault. I know you’re busy. I just miss you.”

“I miss you too,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “I wish i was here more, with you. I want to be here for you more.”

You smiled, tears forming in your eyes. “I’d like that.”

He leaned in, kissing you softly. a kiss filled with love and promise, a vow to be better. You kissed him back, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. You knew it wouldn’t be easy, but you were willing to work through it together.

The two of you spent the morning talking, about anything and everything. It felt like you both were in your own bubble, just the two of you without any distractions. Chan told you about his tour, the places he’d seen, the experiences he’d had. You told him about your days, the little things that made you smile, the moments you wished he’d been there for.

As the day went on, you realized how much you’d missed these moments. The simple act of being together, sharing your lives. It was something you never wanted to take for granted again. 

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Over the next few weeks, things began to change. Chan made a conscious effort to be more present, to spend more time with you. He still had his responsibilities, his career, but he found a balance. He made sure to call you every day, even if it was just for a few minutes. He made time for date nights, for weekends away, for the little things that made your relationship special.

You could see the difference in him, the way he looked at you, the way he made you feel. The love was always there, but now it was more tangible, more real. You felt closer to him than ever before, and it made you realize how strong your love was.

as you were both sitting on the couch together, watching a movie, Chan turned to you, his eyes filled with emotion.

“Ynnie you know i love you right? you mean the world to me. Youre like my sunlight”

You smiled, your heart swelling with love. “I love you too, Channie, so much. With you I can do anything, were meant to be”

He pulled you into his arms, holding you close. “Always,” he whispered.

And in that moment, you knew that no matter what challenges came your way, you would face them together. Your love was strong, and it would endure.

fin.

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[tryingtofindava]

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬*ೃ༄

: ̗̀➛Back to source

a/n: soz it takes awhile to get to the point mb.

It started off with you chatting with Clever Bot, innocent enough. You’d ask it random questions, it would ask you random questions. That went on for a few weeks.

Until the questions started getting more personal.

Asking you how your friends party was, or if you were okay after nicking your finger with the knife while chopping strawberries.

The bot even started calling you by your name, which you definitely hadn’t told it...

But in return it told you it’s name!!

He was called BEN.

That’s when you stopped using the site all together, not wanting to put up with the total bullshit this bot was putting you through.

Until the site started randomly popping up while you were using your devices, his messages it was sending you getting more condescending.

That’s the night he finally showed his face to you.

You were sitting on your apartments couch, watching some shit horror movie. When the screen started to get all glitchy.

That’s when the hand popped out.

ANYWAYS!!

Now you have this random dude in your apartment, and he’s messing around with everything he can get his hands on.

Saying shit like-

“It’s cool being in your room and not just seeing it through your laptop.”

Creepy… he’s very creepy.

Even though he doesn’t mean to be (most of the time…)

Oh well.

He lives with you now.

Well, he likes to think he does, it’s not exactly official.

He just eats your food, sleeps on your couch, plays your video games.

And you being… oddly chill about the whole thing? Icing on the cake.

About 2 months with him crashing at your place, he starts to open up a bit more.

And trust me, he’s an open book.

But the whole drowning thing?

That’s a touchy topic. But he (eventually) opened up about the whole thing.

NOW FINALLY TO THE DATING HEADCANONS.

He’s very flirty.

But his way of flirting is literally so cheesy.

“Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?”

“Hey, my name’s Microsoft. Can I crash at your place tonight?” (He does that anyways)

“Feel my shirt. Know what it’s made of? Boyfriend material.”

Reallllll smooth, dude…

He flirts with you so much, that when he was genuinely taking interest and hinting at him liking you as more than friends?

that was difficult.

He dug himself his own grave. (again.)

It all clicked for you one day when you (finally) started noticing the signs that, hey… he didn’t mean that as a joke.

Now it was either you, or the beachy haired goblin that had to make the first REAL MOVE.

So, you finally grew a pair of balls and asked him out.

(He said yeah obviously.)

THE FIRST DATE WAS LITERALLY SO CUTE I’M FROTHING AT THE MOUTH.

like, I want to have a fucking Stardew Valley date. (srsly someone take me on a stardew valley date.)

Matching spider-man and hello kitty pyjama bottoms🔛🔝

Without a doubt he’s a stoner, so you guys get high and talk about the Five Nights at Freddy’s timeline & lore.

He’s obsessed w you.

You two making like rlly bad jokes and full on laughing, no not even laughing, snorting AND cackling w/ each other. (he laughs like Arthur from Arthur’s Christmas😭)

I am 100% convinced he’s named a wolf on Minecraft after you.

Speaking of Minecraft…

He’s a slut for putting your Minecraft beds together. He fr acts like you two don’t share a bed already.

You have to deadass bully him to take a shower. (bcs his just putting on the strongest men’s deodorant doesn’t work)

THIS IS SO RANDOM BUT HE’S LITERALLY OBSESSED W THE HUNGER GAMES.

Like, you two be binge watching that every 2 months.

He teases the shit outta you btw.

ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU GET CLINGY.

“God, you remind me of Moon Children.” Then he casually leaves the room, leaving you to wonder what tf Moon Children are.

His sleeping schedule is so fucked, that he goes to sleep at like 5AM and wakes up at 3PM. And he gets up from bed a lot during the night to randomly do something.

When he’s sick his voice is glitchy. (AND SOUNDS LIKE BABY JUSTIN BIEBER) What a combo.

He’s one touchy mf.

His hands ALWAYS have to be on you, around your shoulder, on your thigh, anywhere you’re comfortable with. (but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t push his limits.)

He spams you all day long, sending you out dated memes, or just sending videos of cats.

Since I’m running out of ideas I’d say the relationship is a solid 8/10. (abducting two points bcs he pulls the stupidest ‘pranks’)

✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•

[silly-honeybee]

What Blue Lock boys would get you for Christmas🎁

~🐝 Happy late Christmas my lovely sillies! I have been rlly busy lately so I haven’t had time to write💔 so I hope you enjoy this lil headconon on what the Blue Lock boys would get you for Christmas!

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Characters: Bachira, Isagi, Chigiri, Nagi, Kunigami, Reo, Kaiser, Alexis, Hiori

Headcanon ~ Fluffy fluff ~ fem!reader ~ not proofread

Warning(?): mentions of bras and panties in Kunigami’s part. (don’t know if that makes anyone uncomfy or not so I’m putting this here)

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start~~~🐝

Bachira Meguru

Silly things. He’d get you some silly and unnecessary things—

Like he’d probably get you a shirt saying “I love pizza” or something stupid😭

But he’d also get you some pretty cute things.

Anything matching, plushies, shirts, bracelets, etc..

He is indeed a goofball(we love him for that), but of course he knows how to give serious gifts(somewhat)..

The wrapping would be horrible, I gotta say that.. probably a bunch of holes basically revealing what the present was before you even opened it.. (he’s trying his best)

Oh well, whatever he gets you just know that he means it with a lot of love💕

Isagi Yoichi

He’d probably get you nice things for the winter, like a fuzzy sweater, scarf, boots..

Or he’d find a cute dress that he thinks would look nice on you, if you don’t like dresses then a cute pair of shorts or pants..

But, in general he would make sure to get you something he knew you liked, he thinks about you a lot, yk? ^^

(This is rlly short I’m sorry🙏)

Chigiri Hyoma

This man will spoil you.

You like Sanrio? Sanrio it is. You want makeup? Makeup it is. You want the full series of your favorite book? Books it is!

He never disappoints on Christmas, he knows what you like even if you haven’t told him—

Like he just noticed a certain detail of you having quite a few of this and that. He’d then proceed to Google about it and then find nice things from it🫶

Nagi Seishiro

He’d probably be a little clueless on knowing what you’d want.. (not in a rude way).

So what he does is probably look back on the comments you made on certain characters you two have played in a game or what not. And the ones you liked he’d find some merch of that character..

Kunigami Rensuke

He’d definitely be brave enough to casually walk into the woman’s section of Target and get you a brand new bra and panties.

Based on his sister’s at home, they always seem to complain about their bras becoming loose and slack after a year..

So he assumes that maybe that happens with you too? He wants you to be comfy at all times💕

(I love this man😭)

Reo Mikage

He’d also spoil you like Chigiri, but probably in a more *ehem* Reo way..

Like he’d get you tons of stuff, too much to count. This man has money💰🤑

Every. One. Of. Those. Gifts. Have been thoroughly thought through as he was buying them.

He wanted to make sure everything was perfect💝

Michael Kaiser

Probably getting you something fancy..

A fancy robe, shoes, dress, etc..

Would also treat you to a restaurant date, Egon or something idk 🤷‍♀️

Alexis Ness

He’d get you anything you want😭

He’s such a sweetheart about it too, he would wrap your gifts in cute wrapping paper.

Every one of the gifts having a little tag in the shape of a heart saying: “To my love, from Alexis💕”

He’s such a cutie istg😭🙏

Hiori Yo

You two probably played animal crossing at some point together, so he’d definitely get you a plushie of whichever one was your favorite character!

He probably would accidentally reveal the gift before you opened it.. oopsie💕

~~~🐝 end

~🐝 I’m so sorry if some of these were short😭 like idk how to write for Kaiser,I sagi or Nagi- and there is no Rin included here bc I have no idea how to write for him🧍‍♀️ anyway! I wish you sillies a lovely rest of 2023💕

See you guys next year😋🙏 (I’m so funny haha)

Also look at this Bachira plush I got for Christmas AAAAAAA MY BBY😭 MWA MWA💋💋💋

[mangoshorthand]

ugh, ok listen. its stupid and cheesy and overplayed but i love the caught under the mistletoe trope. its stupidly corny and as annoying as christmas is, my dumb ass falls for it everytime. you’re my favourite writer for five, and if you could write something for this (or hit me with a bat to improve my taste) that’d be rlly cool. if not, dw and happy holidays.

Stupid, cheesy and overplayed? You just described my entire body of work! I've struggled writing for a while so I hope people enjoy this. Merry Christmas, weirdos x

Twelve Feet Away From the Mistletoe | Five Hargreeves / F Reader 2.8k words

Viktor was a friend of a friend who gradually became your own. 

He was supportive when you lost your job in September, and was even more practical help when you lost your apartment around Halloween. 

“There are like forty spare bedrooms. Technically I can do what I like with six of those since I own a seventh of the house. Plus you wouldn’t get in anyone’s way. There’s like…so much room. 

“Viktor, that’s kind but I’ll be fine. My parents say -”

“Don’t your parents live outside the city?” he interrupted, “I think it would be easier to find work if you’re here.”

“Yeah, it would, but I can’t pay any rent.”

“I don’t want rent. Stay a few months. Be my guest. I could use someone to help me deal with my crazy family anyway. It’s weird being back in that house.”

And so, you’d accepted. It was hard to refuse Viktor anything. 

‘Crazy’ was one word to describe his family. ‘Volatile’, ‘noisy’ and ‘infuriating’ were some others. 

And none were more infuriating than Number Five. 

You met him the first night you stayed, while Viktor was thrashing you at pool as the pair of you got gradually drunker on Moscow Mules. You weren’t really enjoying the game, but you were enjoying hanging out with him, and you’d just mis-cued spectacularly as Five entered the room.

The first thing you noticed was his scowl. The second, third, fourth and fifth thing you noticed was his looks. 

Dark. Pale. Jaw a razor lined angle, nose long and imperious. He moved with quick, confident grace as he crossed the room. It was as if every thread of carpet his shoes touched had been waiting until that moment, just to pave his way, and now all other treads to come would be incidental to the floor’s true purpose. Hands thrust self-assuredly in his pockets, he seemed to look down on you as if from a great height, although he was barely an inch taller. 

Cold green eyes looked you up and down.  

He cut a fine figure, but an arrogant one. Despite his looks, your overriding impression was only of rudeness, so you met the challenge of his gaze unflinchingly. 

After a moment surveying you, he turned to Viktor.

“Luther’s looking for you.”

“Why?” Viktor asked.

“No idea. I’m not your secretary.”

As Five’s gaze shifted back to you, Viktor took the hint and introduced you.

“She’s a friend of mine,” he said, by way of explanation, “she’s lost her apartment so she’ll be staying for a while.”

Five sighed at this, shaking his head at you with a dark chuckle.

“Is there a problem?” you asked, politely. 

“No. No problem,” he said, though his tone making it clear that there was, “It’s only that I’ve seen this play out a dozen times: my brother has a habit of picking up waifs and strays.”

“Don’t be dickhead,” Viktor murmured.

Five shrugged, smirking.

“Letting me stay for a few weeks because we’re friends is hardly ‘picking me up’, you said, bristling, “I’m sure Viktor will ask for your opinion when he wants it.”

Five smiled that infuriating, sarcastic smile of his. Even then, when you were angry with him, looking into his eyes was an experience you noticed for the way it made your heart beat.

“I guess I’m just a little protective,” Five said, delicately, “I know how susceptible he is to a sob story."

He looked at you insolently for a beat longer before addressing his next words to Viktor.

"Don’t let her take advantage of you.”

“Come on, Five,” said Viktor, almost wearily, “I can decide who’s taking advantage for myself.”

Five scoffed, at this, expressing doubt as clearly as if he'd spoken it.

Stinging with the injustice of Five’s snap judgment and his infantilization of his brother, you ground your teeth. You knew Viktor had a tough time as ‘Number Seven’ (always being told he wasn’t good enough), and for a moment you thought you could see that in Five’s treatment of him.

“Your brother’s a grown man. So why don’t you fuck off and go back to torturing small mammals, planning your next school shooting or whatever your We Need to Talk About Kevin - looking ass likes to do?”

Five looked back at you, in slight surprise, studying your angry face. After a short moment, he gave a tiny shrug and made a small noise of assent.

Then, looking back at Viktor:

“Do you want Thai food later?”

When he was gone, Viktor assured you that you’d just made as good an impression as it was possible to make. 

You doubted this, however. Five rarely spoke to you beyond a good morning and a good night. He was polite, but nevertheless guarded. 

It was strange, on the few occasions he had deigned to strike up a conversation with you, he took two routes: he'd either draw you out for no reason other than to challenge you on your opinions, or else ask odd combinations of questions. There was nothing odd in themselves, but in aggregate they felt...strategic. He asked what you liked to do, whether you lived with a roommate or partner in your last place, how you and Viktor met, how well you knew each other…the list went on. 

Perhaps he was still scrutinizing you, ensuring that you weren’t trying to use his brother in any way. 

It stung to feel that he still suspected you when you’d done nothing but accept a friend’s offer of help, but you were soon able to put it from your mind in the wake of the enjoyment you got from staying there and hanging out with the rest of Viktor’s family. Over the few weeks you were there, you indulged Luther, chatted animatedly with Diego, and laughed with Klaus and Lila. 

But still, and despite his polite superciliousness, only the oldest brother drew your eye as soon as he entered any room.

He unnerved as well as attracted you. Sometimes, you thought you caught him watching you, peering over whatever book he was reading with a steady look of contemplation. As soon as you noticed it, however, you concluded it was probably just absent-mindedness: you found him staring into space or at one of siblings just as often. 

You found a new job by mid-November, but Viktor persuaded you to wait for your first month’s paycheck to come in before you put down a deposit on a new place, so when it came to your last night staying with them there were half-assed string lights and tinsel hung haphazardly around Hargreeves manor. 

Those on the tree and the fire crackling in the grate were the living room’s only light. In the flickering, warm glow, even Luther’s piss-poor attempt at decoration looked passable.

With Christmas music playing softly in the background, the booze had been flowing. Ill-advised mulled wine followed ill-advised eggnog followed ill-advised mimosas, leading Luther and Sloane to already stagger off to bed.

Sprawled on one of the couches, Viktor leaned towards you, lowering his voice so as not to be heard over the noise of Klaus and Diego arguing over who had most right to the final gingerbread man. 

“I'll miss you, but at least when you're gone Five's crush might calm down."

“What?” you asked, too quickly to pass off as true ignorance.

“Come on, he’s been staring at you for the past three weeks.” Viktor smiled, teasing in his tipsiness, I’ve never seen him like this,” he added, fondly.

“Yeah, whatever.” you said, brushing this off with a roll of your eyes, “If he’s been staring at me, it’s probably only because I piss him off more than anyone else in the room.”

“We all piss him off.” Viktor said, reasonably, “Everyone he likes pisses him off.”

You looked at him doubtfully.

“Pretty weird way to be.”

Viktor shrugged.

“Well, he's definitely interested. The other day he asked if there was anything between you and me. Why else would he ask me that?"

You looked at Five covertly from the corner of your eye.

“Probably just checking I’m not some gold-digger moving in on that sweet sweet Hargreeves dough.”

“I don’t think he cares about the Hargreeves dough,” Viktor replied. 

“Yeah, well,” you murmured, hoping that this would be the end of the conversation. 

But Viktor didn’t oblige you in this. The drink was making him uncharacteristically tenacious.

“He’s into you. I’m sure of it. So you don’t like him?”

You sighed deeply, your own mild intoxication making it harder to bullshit him.

“I’m not saying he isn’t hot,” (Viktor visibly cringed at this remark), “but why would I be into someone who looks at me like I’m a problem?”

“I think that’s just his face,” Viktor said, more uncertain now, “but I hear you.”

The conversation moved on, and you chatted with the family lazily as, one by one they all filtered off to bed. Soon, it was just you, Five and Viktor who, when you turned to look at him after Klaus’s departure, had fallen asleep on the couch. 

Five caught sight of this and let out a small laughing breath. At the sound, you caught his eye and smiled, sharing the moment of humor.

At this reception, he got slowly up from his armchair and moved over to your couch. His usually confident movements were smaller than usual. If you didn’t know better, you might have thought he was uncertain in this approach. 

“Too much eggnog,” you said, as he sat down, nodding at his snoring brother.

“Mhm.” Five agreed, “There’s not much of him and he’s no drinker.”

You fell back into silence. He was only a few inches from you now, and it was awkward; strangely awkward. you were just thinking how best to excuse yourself and whether you should wake Viktor, when Five spoke again. 

“So, you’re moving into your new place tomorrow?”

You cleared your throat. There should be nothing uncomfortable about this. This was just small-talk with your friend’s brother.

...Your friend's brother who apparently hated your guts yet had also appeared in your dreams virtually every night since you met him in varying states of undress.

Pulling yourself together, you turned to face him with a passable impression of ease. 

“Yeah. I’m all packed. The moving van will be here around 11.”

“Hm,” Five said.

It was a single syllable, yet its ambiguity in tone made you look at him more closely.

He noticed.

“Will you decorate the new place for christmas?” he asked, quickly.

“Probably not,” you said, trying to keep your tone conversational, “my parents are away this year so I’ll be doing Christmas alone. There’s no point in unpacking it all just to put it away again in a few days.”

Giving himself thinking time, Five shifted, letting out a little sigh as he repositioned himself. Holding his glass of whisky on his knee, he leaned back, resting his head against the couch cushions and watching you from beneath the dark hair now falling over his eyes. 

“That seems a shame,” he said, finally.

You shrugged, mirroring him unconsciously, leaning back against the cushions so that your faces were just over a foot apart

“There’s always next year.”

“You’d be welcome here.” he said, seriously, “It was nice having you for Thanksgiving.”

“I’d never assume Viktor would invite me.”

“But I’m inviting you.”

You looked at him with a confused expression, which he interpreted correctly:

“What? Is it too much to imagine I want you to be there?”

'Yes', you wanted to say.

“You called me a deluded hippy at Thanksgiving.”

“That’s not necessarily a bad thing. You’re a progressive…an idealistic progressive.” 

He smiled, and your eyes flicked uncontrollably down to his lips. 

“And I only said that because you called me a fascist,” he continued, unaware of your unruly gaze flicking guiltily away from his mouth, “I know you weren’t being serious, but I don’t take that sort of accusation lightly.”

He responded to the question posed by your expression:

“I spent a lot of time in 1930s Munich. Not nice.”

You stole another glance at him and caught his grim face; handsome features clouded by too many dark memories.  

“I’m sorry,” you said, more softly than you’d ever spoken to him before. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he replied, “I guess I’ve not given you the best impression.”

“No,” you said, disclaiming the idea unconvincingly, “it’s not exactly that…”

He raised an eyebrow skeptically, and you chuckled slightly.

“Well, I got the impression you wouldn’t like me to come to another family celebration, anyway.”

“And now I want to correct that impression.” he said, seriously, “I’d like to spend christmas with you. With all of us, I mean.”

You’d been looking into his eyes for too long now, fine lashes framing them, his pupils blown in the low light. Somehow, those eyes always gave you the impression you were being assessed.

…And for the first time, it occurred to you that perhaps you were being assessed: just not in the way you’d assumed.

You blinked and looked down, though you didn’t move your head from beside his.

“Thanks Five,” you replied, after a silence of seconds that felt like minutes. “I’d like that.” 

He smiled again, the corners of his mouth just twitching. It was as if he was trying to conceal just how much you accepting his invitation meant, but the lines around his eyes betrayed him. As you smiled in return, he couldn’t contain it further, and those gorgeous lips broke into a genuine, unrestrained smile.

And somehow, over the course of the conversation, your heads had shifted to a distance of no more than six inches apart.

You could feel his exhales on your cheeks. 

“I heard you and Viktor talking tonight.” he said, voice low, “He’s right about me.”

You felt the heat rising in your cheeks as he continued.

“I don’t think you’re a problem. Far from it, actually.”

“Oh,” you said. It was all you could say as he inched ever closer to you. 

You could have counted each of his eyelashes.

“And I also know that you think I’m hot,” he said, emphasizing the word with the ghost of his usual shit-eating grin back in his eyes, “so why not take the opportunity of being under the mistletoe and kiss me?”

You looked up to where he’d indicated. Across the room, above the fireplace, there was indeed a bunch of felt mistletoe, tied with a red, velvet bow: exactly the sort of decoration Luther would buy. 

“But we’re not under the mistletoe,” you said, hoping to give your racing mind and beating heart some time to take stock of this, “it’s twelve feet away.”

Five’s eyebrows twitched, and he looked quickly from you to the mistletoe and back again.

“Let me fix that,” he said, and suddenly your upper arms were caught in his grip.

Air crushed in on you as you both disappeared in a flash of blue, and then rushed away as you rematerialized beside the fireplace, mistletoe hanging overheard. You swayed from the surprise of unexpected teleportation, holding onto Five’s lapels for dear life as you tried to stay upright.

But his arms were around you, strong and solid. And his mouth was on yours, soft and yielding. You breathed his breath; tasted the sweet burn of scotch on his lips and felt yourself kissing him back, responding to a careful passion that you could sense might go further but for his self-restraint. 

His hands left your arms and came to cup your jaw, rising gooseflesh following the path of his fingers at the nape of your neck. You shivered at the sensation and deepened the kiss, your fingers automatically starting to gently tug into his soft, eucalyptus-smelling hair.

He made a low, appreciative sound against your lips but then, perhaps conscious of his brother sleeping on the couch, broke the kiss and stepped away.

You could do nothing but stand there: surprised, dazed, yet anxious to recapture his lips. The kiss had felt like one, shining, crystalline moment as it happened, but now it had already retreated too far over the horizon for you to stay satisfied.

You opened your mouth to say…you didn’t know what, but, grinning his infuriating grin, he held up a single finger to silence you.

“I'll see you on Christmas Eve. Stay a couple of nights.”

You nodded, mutely.

“It’s forecast to be cold though, so if you get cold in one of the spare bedrooms you could always-”

Now it was your turn to hold up a finger and silence him:

“Don’t ruin this with a crappy pickup line.”

He nodded sagely.

“Noted.” 

And with a small wink, he vanished in another of those blue flashes. 

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[ventismacchiato]

34 just playing the part — under the mistletoe !

CHRISTMAS SPECIAL

scaramouche x g!n reader

warning: suggestive imagery

notes: ik elzer is the ragnvindr family butler but idc that man is hot. and ik childe has 2 older siblings (?) but i dont rlly mention them. also idk his moms name so i named her alexandria ok i read sm childe lore and cudnt find anything…

Scaramouche made sure to leave your hands empty after the train ride, dragging both of your suitcases towards the man holding a sign welcoming your group. At the moment it was just Childe, Scaramouche, and you. Everyone else would arrive later that night. You were arriving early since Scaramouche mentioned wanting to introduce you to what was essentially his family growing up.

“Hey, how’s it hanging Elzer?” Childe called out, holding up a fist for the man in a pressed suit to bump, which he promptly ignored before opening the car door for the three of you.

“This is the family’s butler, he’s chatty you just got to wait,” Childe introduced, piling into the car behind you, “One of these days he’ll finally fist bump me back!”

“When you said you were rich I didn’t think it meant butler level rich,” you mumbled, eyeing the interior of the car.

“Wait till you see Scara’s place one day,” Childe says, before getting punched in the shoulder by Scaramouche.

You rub your palms against your top, getting the excess water off of it as you turn into the hallway. You’d spilled a fistful of sugar onto yourself and Scara had ushered you to the restroom, demanding you clean yourself up.

On your way back you pause at the wall next to the staircase. It was littered with picture frames, all arranged to take up the entirety of the wall. You were about to go back to the kitchen before squinting closer and noticing a familiar tuft of indigo hair.

It was pictures of Childe and Scaramouche as children. One was Childe’s arm slung around Scara who had a displeased expression on his face, a birthday hat sitting atop his head. Below it was a photo of the two of them asleep on a bed, sharpie doodles scrawled across their cheeks. The frame right next to it was Childe holding up a pair of bunny ears with his fingers behind Scara on the day of graduation. You can’t believe it’s been that long.

You fumble around for your phone, snapping a photo of the wall before making your way back to the kitchen.

“I saw your baby photos,” you greeted, walking in on Scaramouche gathering ingredients for you two.

He immediately groans, “You saw the wall?”

“Yep, you were a cute kid. Not so much anymore,” you tease, helping him set up by tearing open a bag of flour.

“I keep asking Alexandria to take them down but she never does,” he grumbles, taking the jar of frosting from you after watching you struggle to open it.

“It’s cute, let her leave it up,” you grin, grabbing a handful of chocolate chips to throw back into your mouth.

“I’ll tear them down one day or another.”

/ an hour later /

“Did you do it right?”

“I think so? Try it.”

Scaramouche looks over to the bowl of dough you mixed, eyes roaming for a spoon before simply grabbing ahold of your palm and bringing your finger to his lips. His tongue swirled around the tip to taste the remaining dough on it before pulling back, nodding to himself.

“Good,” he says, going back to whatever he was doing.

You stared at him in disbelief, shocked at how unbothered he seemed by the recent exchange.

You weren’t sure if it was the heat pouring out of the oven clouding up your senses or the smudge of white cream that lingered on Scaramouche’s lips that was fueling the heat of your cheeks.

Before you could overthink it you came up behind him, hands on his waist as you turned him around to face you.

“What is it…?” he questions, trailing off as you pushed him until he was sitting atop the counter top, pushing aside items to make room for him.

“Oh?” he chuckles, tugging you in to settle between his legs, “Careful, not too loud.”

You reach over to tug him closer by the string of his hoodie, his lips on yours. He tasted like cream.

Scaramouche tasted sweet.

[ the gang finally arrives! ]

just playing the part !

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hope the legs thing makes sense, he’s sitting on the countertop with his legs open and you’re in between them

xiaother did run off during the party to have some fun iykyk

albeven isn’t my fav ship but i think it’s cute 🤷 also i don’t want them to be single in the au lmfao

scarayn also get caught under the mistletoe

yn ended up on the floor scara pushed them off the bed during the night 😔 he made up for it by cooking them breakfast

synopsis: you and scaramouche are both drama majors and have been at each other’s throats vying for the same lead roles since high school. but when you’re both cast as each other’s love interest in your second year you’re forced to be civil with your academic rival and see him in a new light. are his feelings for you true or is he just playing the part?

author’s notes: yes that’s yeonjun in the ig pic 🙈 and there’s the haypasia comment u all wanted LMFAO

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[chelseeebe]

crush.

a/n: hmm i wonder if you can guess what this is about? i have listened to this song an ungodly amount of times while writing this and i am literally obsessed. i rlly wanted to make this angsty n sad but eddie never gets a happy ending when i write him so decided against it hehe

no use of y/n! smut (18+) eddie is a bit of a douche but very much makes up for it in the end <3

eddie munson was trouble. but you knew that.

he was quite oddly proud of the fact his dad was in jail, facing the chair no less. having been shipped off to his uncle’s in hawkins when he first got sent down.

it was too much for his mom to juggle both him and his brother. especially as eddie was such a handful. she’d call him occasionally and they’d visit every christmas. she mostly called to tell him of his brother’s achievements. disappointed that he wasn’t academic like his big brother.

when he’d eventually graduated high school, third time lucky, he’d picked up a job at the local mechanic shop. learning from the older guys as he went.

your uncle owned the place so you’d be a regular visitor, it meant lots of fussing from his workers, something you basked in. they’d give you sneaky cigarettes and threaten to knock the head off of any guy that dared bother you. and in the summer you’d sit atop the low wall and share cold beers.

when eddie started, he’d seemed like he wasn’t the slightest bit interested in knowing anything about you. you’d assumed that he probably had a girlfriend.

not noticing how his eyes sneakily leered at your legs when you’d been turned away or how he’d try to hide his disappointment when you wouldn’t turn up.

but you watched from afar, noting his habits. when he’d go for a cigarette, long hair tied back with a green scrunchy, an artefact probably stolen from said girlfriend.

and when the summer came around and his sleeves got shorter, showcasing the jumble of tattoos on his defined arms, you were practically foaming at the mouth to get to know him.

you would never ever let him know. not unless he made the first move. and you stood by that.

then one day as summer drew to a close, bare legs swinging as you sat on the wall outside, he’d come up and stood next to you, holding out the box of marlboro reds.

‘y’want one?’ his own cigarette perched between his pink lips, one eyebrow cocked.

you silently take a cigarette, placing it in between your lips and holding your hand out for the lighter. he does one better, taking the lighter from his pocket, flickering the flame and lighting it for you.

it takes every bone in your body to stay upright and not collapse into a pile of mush. your stomach fluttering at the intimacy, his callous hands only inches from your mouth.

you’d thought about his thumbs and how perfect they’d feel running along your lips.

he leans back against the brick, cleaning his oil stained hands on some old rag, taking a long drag, blowing the smoke out of the side of his mouth.

‘you doing anything tonight?’ he asks, squinting as the setting sun glares into his eyes, the orange glow beautifully cascading on his features.

‘hmm.. no,’ trying hard to act as casual as possible, though your heart was practically bursting from your chest.

‘my band’s playing the hideaway tonight, you should come,’ he smirks, grey smoke blowing out of his mouth with every word.

‘your band?’

‘yeah.. i play the guitar, sing a little.. we’re good i promise,’ flicking the cigarette to the pile of other butts at the entrance.

the mention of the guitar is enough to convince you, not that you needed much. filthy thoughts crowding your mind, watching as he pushes himself from the wall, standing in front of you.

‘i might come down, what time are you on?’ you ask, throwing your cigarette into the pile next to his.

‘we’re on at nine,’ he nods, beginning to walk back into the warehouse, ‘i’ll see you tonight.’

his assertiveness makes your cheeks flush, dipping your head and grinning at your lap hoping your uncle hadn’t noticed your conversation.

you do go. obviously.

making sure your skirt is appropriately rolled up, ripped fishnets adorning your legs and enough eyeliner to resemble a raccoon.

it doesn’t go unnoticed by eddie, or anyone really. the grubby old drunks sleazing around you, questionable touches and frankly inappropriate comments. eddie’s eyes stay firmly planted on you throughout, darkening as you stare back at him.

it’s no shock when you find yourself pressed against the rough back wall of the hideout, one of eddie’s hands beside your head, the other creeping underneath your skirt, mouths colliding in a sloppy kiss.

hungry for more as you cling onto his neck, his fingers skirting eerily close to your already wet cunt. you can feel him smirking against your mouth when you buck your hips in response.

‘you coming back to mine?’ he mumbles between kisses, the hand on the wall moving to caress your cheek, rough palms holding the heated skin.

you nod enthusiastically, pressing your body against his, still trapped between him and the wall. he pulls back, eyes glinting with the street lamp. pupils dilated with utter lust, thumb tracing along your swollen lips just like you’d once pictured.

the drive back to his trailer is torture, both of you too frustrated to make conversation. the aching feeling between your legs worsening when his hand reaches over, resting on your thigh. the worst part is that he knows exactly what the fuck he’s doing.

soft squeezes as you press your thighs together, willing for the road to somehow shorten.

you practically jump on him the second you walk through the door, pressing him against whatever solid surface you crash into first. hands desperate to touch him, pulling the holey band shirt up and over his mop of hair.

calloused hands nipping at your thighs as they travelled beneath your skirt. leading you backwards into what you assumed was his room, his tongue making lazy contact with yours when he misjudges the placement of the door, smacking straight into the wall.

he takes this as an opportunity to swap your positions, pushing you backwards into the small room. hands gripping your ass when you stumble into the corner of the bed, tumbling backwards and bringing him down on top of you.

you’re not even properly kissing at this point, breathing heavily as he’s poised above. he pulls back, moving you up the bed with ease, arms slung around his neck.

‘you’re insane,’ he breathes, mattress dipping on either side of your head as he holds himself up, eyes wandering from yours down to your exposed chest, tits peeking out of the tiny top you’d chosen.

‘you gonna do anything? or you just gonna stare?’

he goes from incredibly stoic and admiring to an large grin, no hesitation in lifting the shirt over your head. throwing it somewhere on the cluttered floor as his lips find yours again, spare hand finding the warmth between your legs.

your fingers fiddle with his large belt buckle, rutting your hips upwards, trying to get his hand to something. anything other than just sit there. frustrated with the speed in which he was moving, he grins into your mouth, finding your desperation amusing.

‘christ you’re needy,’ ever-so-slowly hooking his fingers into the waistband of the lacy underwear you’d work just in case, pulling them down with a harsh tug.

‘i’m going home if you don’t hurry up,’ you threaten, though it was empty.

his hand taking place of yours and unhooking his own belt, ‘no you’re not,’ he laughs and you can feel the tent in his jeans rub against your now bare cunt.

the anticipation in your stomach bubbling, eager to have him inside of you. the movement of your own hips doing nothing to help as they move upwards against him, legs wrapped tight around his back.

he pulls his jeans off antagonising and slow, relishing in watching you squirm beneath him, trying to find any relief in the little he was giving you. kicking off the black skinny jeans onto the floor, peering down between your bodies.

his fingers had found their way back between your legs, teasing your sopping hole with his index finger. dipping in but never enough.

a groan rumbles from your throat, ‘please.. just- fuck,’ panting when his middle finger joins the tormenting of your cunt, absolute putty in his hands.

‘ask me nicely,’ he demands, a wide smirk already plastered on his face when you look up at him, pupils blown out and wild.

you can tell he was just as desperate as you were, but taking extra pleasure in getting you begging for him.

‘please.. please fuck me,’ you swallow, eyes closing as you feel his leaking tip circle around your slick entrance.

‘that’s better,’ he quips before pushing himself in, breath hitching in his throat as your legs clamp around him, pulling him in.

‘h-holy shit,’ he murmurs, slowly moving his hips, willing himself not to fucking come already, your whines doing him absolutely no favours.

you slide your hands from his neck to his shoulders, nails digging into the moist skin when his pace quickens. eyes drooping shut when his thumb meets your clit, drawing small circles around the sensitive nub.

the undeniable sounds of your body meeting his full the room, soft cusses flooding out of his mouth when your hips move against him, urging him to move faster.

‘jesus.. you’re so.. uh, fuck you’re so perfect,’ stammering through deep breaths, even the feel of your soft thighs around his waist were fucking him up.

he braved looking down, the vision of your cock drunk face and soft moans, pushing him towards his orgasm. your eyes fluttering when he hits the soft, spongy spot inside, thumb unforgiving around your clit.

‘right there,’ you mewl, hurtling towards your own orgasm, stomach tightening and your legs trembling with every erratic thrust, his own attempt to get you there before him.

‘oh my god,’ you whine as the coil snaps, white-hot pleasure exploding behind your eyes, clawing onto the skin of his shoulders.

his thrusts stutter as your walls clench around him, thick ropes of come painting your insides as he collapses on top of you, mouth open as he rides out his high still inside.

you finally open your eyes, running soothing hands along his back, catching your own breath. cheeks warm and painted a sweet shade of red.

eventually coming back to earth, he rolls over onto the spare side of the bed, wiping the sweat from his forehead. pushing the long black hair back and out of his face.

he stays like that for a few moments, basking in his euphoria. you sit up, and reach down for your discarded shirt, holding it to your bare chest.

he peeks over, ‘you’re going?’ sounding almost disappointed.

you look back over your shoulder at him and shrug, wasn’t that what he wanted? most men would. in fact, they’d dress you themselves if it would get you out of there quicker.

‘you can stay y’know.. was kinda hoping we’d do that again like, at least twice,’ smirking as his fingers toy with the hem of your skirt.

‘okay,’ lips twitching into a smile, falling back onto the bed when his hand tugs on your hip, pulling you into his warm chest.

-

thus started whatever the hell it was you had going on now. not quite a relationship but enough to be spending half of your time with him. both at the shop and not. many nights spent watching corroded coffin, an unholy amount of black sabbath covers.

you come to learn that eddie regards ozzy osbourne as a hero. someone he tries to style his entire life around. it pisses you off no end when he jumps off the tiny stage at the hideout and onto a crowd of old drunks.

scalding him afterwards for being so stupid because one day they won’t catch him.

‘darling, one day the crowd’ll be so big, you won’t have to worry about it,’ he laughed, throwing his arm over your shoulder.

it’s not long before everyone in the garage figures out exactly what’s going on. your uncle expressing his clear disdain for the new relationship. threatening a passive eddie with a dull screwdriver the second he clocks on.

‘i’m telling you now, that i will kill you if i have to.’

the sight alone makes you collapse into a fit of laughter, eddie’s eyes wide with his hands up in defeat. chuckling himself when your uncle walks away.

one night, you’re sat waiting for eddie to finish fucking about with some motorcycle. your uncle tapping his foot impatiently.

‘i can lock up if you wanna go home,’ you offer, leaning against the uncomfortable metal desk.

‘yeah i do,’ throwing the heavy keys at you, glaring over to eddie, ‘no funny business, and i mean it.’

you smile, placing the keys on the desk next to you and watching as eddie emerges from beneath the bike, hiding his mischievous grin by biting down onto his bottom lip.

‘don’t you fucking dare,’ he warns, pointing at eddie as he walks towards his own car, shaking his head.

‘yessir,’ eddie calls after him, receiving an annoyed honk in response as he hightails out of there.

so when you’re sat atop the old, dusty cadillac just mere minutes later with your legs wrapped around his waist, you giggle into eddie’s mouth.

‘what’s funny?’ he mumbles, hand travelling down your waist, awfully close to the waistband of your jeans.

‘he’s serious, y’know?’ placing your hand on top of his, stopping it from going any further.

‘good,’ his lips sloppily connecting your yours, quickly swapping the position of your hands so his is perched on top, moving both of them down and past your waistband.

‘you’ll get us both killed,’ gasping as he makes your hand brush against your already soaked hole, feeling his grin in the crook of your neck.

‘he’s not gonna find out,’ he utters, softly sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin.

you go to protest but you’re taken into shock when one of his fingers enters the slick hole, your hand flying out from beneath his to clutch onto the back of his neck.

‘you want me to stop?’ he teases, moving his finger antagonisingly slow, thumb tapping on your clit.

you shake your head no, leaning back and shifting your hips forward along the hood of the dusty car, the metal creaking beneath you.

instinctively throwing your head back when he slides in another finger, the other hand digging into your waist, sure enough to leave a bruise in the morning.

‘holy shit,’ you breathe, feeling his growing erection brush against your thigh, ‘fuck me,’ you beg, immediately going against everything you’d said earlier.

‘huh? what was that?’

your hips writhe against his fingers, ‘fuck me,’ pleading for more than he was currently giving.

he pulls his hand from your jeans, smirking when he goes back in to kiss you, yanking your jeans and panties down around your thighs in one fell swoop.

‘now who’s the one begging for it?’ he groans, struggling with his own jeans, eager to disgrace the poor rusty old car.

the bonnet makes a loud clunking sound from underneath and you seemingly sink into the metal. you and eddie stare at each other, wide-eyed and frankly terrified. neither of you brave enough to look at the inevitable dent your ass had just made.

collapsing into a fit of giggles when eddie lifts your body, mumbling a chorus of shits and fucks, preparing to lose his life to the hands of your pissed off uncle.

-

‘why the fuck do you have a gun?’ you screech, holding onto the metal door of the locker for stability.

you’d only gone in there in search of his cigarettes, not expecting to find a fucking glock chilling in his tattered old rucksack.

he rushes over, dropping the spanner with a loud clatter, ‘hey hey.. shh, why are you going through my bag?’ his face screwed up as you turn to face him, stern faced.

‘i’ll ask you again, why do you have a fucking gun, eddie?’ wildly throwing your hands about, trying to amplify your point.

his large hand grabs wraps around your wrists, pulling them down out of his face, ‘it’s not mine.. i’m just.. holding it for a friend,’ he peeks around the door, making sure nobody had heard your screaming.

after meeting his friends, you’re sure it’s true. a group of dope slingers who had no regard for their lives, or anyone else’s for that matter.

‘so you thought bringing it to work was a good idea?’ you fume, trying to wriggle your arms free from his grasp.

‘i forgot it was in there, look, it’s not mine, alright? it’s going back tomorrow,’ he looks angry, brows knitted together, jaw tense.

you already worried about him enough. sometimes he’d go m.i.a. for a few hours and you just knew he was somewhere chasing after that group of pricks. he’d sworn to you that he’d never touched that shit, sticking to strictly weed and occasional ketamine.

‘he’ll fucking kill you if you bring that shit here,’ referencing your uncle who was only in the other part of the garage. your hands still trapped in his grip.

‘i forgot,’ he huffs, anger easing as you soften your gaze, realising that your frustration wasn’t so much with him, ‘i’m sorry, alright? it’s not mine- i don’t think it’s even been used.’

you jut out your bottom lip, exhaling sharply from your nose, ‘i don’t care.. just, just don’t bring all that in here.. my uncle’s a good man- i don’t want him involved in your shit.’

‘i know,’ he nods, ‘i know, i’m sorry.. yeah? i promise it’s gone tomorrow,’ eyes searching your face for any sign of forgiveness.

‘okay.. whatever,’ you blink up at him, ‘you can let go of me now.’

‘kiss me and i’ll think about it,’ his frown quickly turning into a smirk.

‘get away from me, you stink,’ faking disgust as you turn your head to the side, trying to conceal your own smile creeping onto your face.

‘shut up,’ he mutters, attacking your exposed neck with a million kisses, eliciting a loud shriek as he pushes you back into the lockers, the metal banging as your back collides with it.

‘not in the fucking garage,’ your uncle rounds the corner, pissed that he’d been subjecting to such a sight.

eddie lets go immediately, wiping his sweaty forehead, unknowingly smearing black shit all over the skin. you lean back against the locker, apologising to your uncle with your eyes.

he aggressively tosses his rag at eddie, ‘clean yourself up, you look like a fuckin’ idiot,’ before getting back to tinkering with some car.

-

eddie had somewhat always regarded himself as a hero. needing to constantly save people, throw his weight around when necessary. or completely unnecessarily, as you’d see it.

you usually rolled your eyes and pulled him away. but tonight it hadn’t worked.

and he’d got his ass absolutely handed to him by a group of men in some new bar you were trying. one of them had come up to you, a little drunk and far too handsy. nothing you couldn’t handle on your own.

but eddie had had to get involved, shoving the drunk backwards into the bar, crashing into the rest of his pals gathered around.

so one of them threw a punch, connecting with his jaw, sending him reeling backwards. he’d tried to hold his own, pushing you away in the middle of the chaos.

you’d had to step in the middle when the men had circled around him on the floor, all leather jackets and raging testosterone levels. rather pathetic.

you stayed silent for the entire walk back to his trailer. eddie trailing along, clutching his already bruised cheek.

‘i’m sorry,’ he calls from a few paces behind, groaning as he walked. you ignored it, pressing on until you reached the trailer park.

you stand behind as he unlocks the door, sulking because of his impulsive actions. well deserved, you thought.

as soon as you’re inside, he turns to face you, ‘can you just speak to me?’ pouting, putting on his sickening puppy dog eyes.

you just want to rip his head from his shoulders, it wasn’t like he used his brain much anyway. you shove his chest, ‘sit down.’

he complies, perching on the sofa and still feeling sorry for himself as you grabbed the antiseptic and the cotton pads from the bathroom. walking back into the room with a worthy scowl on your lips.

you sit next to him, slightly too harsh as you turn his face towards you. dousing the cotton wool in the smelly liquid, pressing it to his cheek.

sucking the air in between his teeth and gripping onto the soft sofa, ‘jesus fuck,’ he curses, but stays sat still, too scared of what you’d do if he dared move.

‘serves you right,’ you hiss, dabbing the cotton on the wound, ‘i owe you a fucking black eye for that shit.. i’ve told you, i don’t need you to start throwing fists for me.’

he places his hand on your arm, eyes sad as they gaze up at you, ‘i know.. but he was fuckin-,’ stopping whatever he was about to say when your eyes meet his, glaring at him.

‘yeah, he was a creep.. but i can handle it, eddie,’ running your finger over his split lip, garnering a wince from eddie.

‘yeah,’ admitting defeat with a soft squeeze of your arm, ‘i’m sorry,’ eyes glimmering with hope when your face softens, not able to stay mad at him for very long.

‘mhm,’ tossing the now-red cotton ball onto the small coffee table, ‘does it hurt?’ locking eyes with him once more.

‘only a little.’

you pause briefly, ‘thank you.. for protecting my honour or whatever, but i can handle that shit without you.’

he doesn’t reply verbally, but his eyes glint, lips curling into a small smile. he doesn’t need to say it. you know exactly what that look means. unspoken but you can feel it so deeply.

it’s exactly why you felt so sick watching him essentially get jumped. why your heart stang when he hadn’t got back up.

‘i know you can,’ breaking the silence, fingers still curled around your arm.

you exhale, giving in completely, ‘well, at least you look super tough now.,’

‘y’think so?’

‘mhm, sexy too,’ once again tracing over the small cut on his lip, pulling his lip down with your thumb.

his eyes glisten with infatuation, the simple action already driving him crazy. gazing at you through long eyelashes and praying to god you’d always be here to clean his wounds.

-

you hadn’t realised you’d dozed off to sleep until the creaking of the trailer door jolts you awake. you’d got tired of waiting for eddie, who had promised to be back before eleven. telling you it’d be fine to just go straight to his, wayne wouldn’t mind.

the dusty alarm clock flashed 3:30, hours after he’d told you he’d be there.

the floorboards creak and there’s hushed whispers from the living room that you can just about vaguely make out as something along the lines of, ‘shit, sorry.’

‘what the hell are you doin’? she’s been in there waiting for you all fuckin’ night.’

‘i know.. sorry for waking you uncle wayne, night.’

you close your eyes again before eddie’s bedroom door opens and he creeps into the room. you brace, waiting to see if he’ll acknowledge your presence.

‘you awake?’ he calls out quietly, shimmying out of his denim jacket.

‘yep.’

‘i’m sorry i’m late.. i got caught up,’ you can hear him rustling about, stepping around the shit on his floor to get to the bed.

he sits on the few inches of mattress between you and the edge, reaching his arm out to find your body resting his hand on your exposed arm.

‘where the fuck have you been?’ you glower at him, his shitty plastic blinds letting in just enough of the bright moon to illuminate his face.

‘i was with rick.. i didn’t realise what time it was,’ kicking his shoes off onto the old carpet.

‘don’t lie to me eddie.’

he sighs and you can see his eyes drop, knowing he’d already been caught out, anything he tried to say now was futile.

‘alright,’ thumb stroking your goosebump filled arm, trying to keep you docile enough to tell you the full story, ‘promise you won’t get mad?’

you brace, waiting for the horrible truth of how he’d been with some girl, that this was pointless and you should get the fuck out of his bed. you nod, perhaps not really meaning it.

‘right..’ he bites down on his bottom lip, shuffling to face you, ‘rick uh, got into some shit, needed some cash to get out of it.. you really can’t get mad, alright?’

‘i won’t, just tell me,’ reaching out to latch your finger into the silver chain hanging from his belt loop, now knowing that at least this had fuck all to do with you.

he swallows, finding your eyes in the darkness, ‘we robbed that corner store down on seventh.. it was a one time thing, yeah? these people he was fucking with are bad news, we had to,’ he scrabbles to justify himself to you.

‘what?’

‘i said you can’t get mad.’

‘i’m not mad.. is that what that fucking gun was for?’

‘no- well, i dunno.. he had it on him but he didn’t use it, promise,’ hand sliding up your arm to caress your cheek.

‘how much did he need? jesus christ eds, i wish you’d just told me,’ you pout, picturing him in some crazy western-style shootout in the tiny corner store.

‘i know, i’m sorry.. i didn’t want you getting involved, it’s done now, no more,’ thumb pressed against your temple drawing small lines on your skin.

‘okay,’ you nod, not quite believing him but having to suffice with what he was giving. you didn’t like to think about the shit he got up to with rick, better left in the dark for the sake of your sanity.

‘y’gonna let me in? s’fucking freezing out here.’

you oblige, shuffling across the bed and lifting the blanket for him to crawl under. he quickly gets out of his jeans, throwing his t-shirt somewhere on the ground before getting under the blanket.

his cold arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you into his chest. you shiver under his touch, sighing when your head touches his skin.

‘m’sorry,’ he mumbles into the top of your hair, ‘i’m all yours tomorrow.’

you mutter a small, ‘good,’ nestling into his hold, slowly dropping off to sleep, comforted by his warm arms.

-

eddie was absolutely furious. you hadn’t even meant to say it, at least not in the way it had came out.

he was being a dick again, showing off at the bar after you’d already told him you wanted to go home. but he wasn’t listening. and ended up with the swollen cheek to show for it.

‘how many times do i have to tell you that you can’t just fucking fight people because they were rude to you once?’ you huff, gripping onto the steering wheel.

‘i’m sorry, okay? you could’ve gone home.. i would’ve been fine on my own,’ he counters, rubbing his sore cheek, slumped down in the passenger seat.

you scoff, ‘yeah, looked like it,’ rolling your eyes as you’d had to pull him off of the floor once more.

‘jesus christ, it’s not that deep, i’m alive.. you’re alive, just leave it,’ fed up, with his ego slightly bruised, he didn’t mean to snap but tonight had pissed him off too.

‘you’re gonna end up dead.. or just like your dad, is that what you want?’ you’d immediately regretted it, the words sounded foreign leaving your mouth.

‘is that what you think i am? see, you think you know me, know my dad.. but you haven’t got the slightest idea what it’s like,’ he spits back, face screwed up in frustration.

‘i didn’t- i didn’t mean it like that,’ you plead, sneaking brief looks at his aggravated face.

‘d’ya know what? let me out here, i’ll walk.’

‘eddie.. i’m sorry please ju-,’

‘let me out of this fucking car,’ he hisses, already pushed past his limit.

you oblige, pulling over on the dark road. you weren’t far from the trailer park but it’d be at least a twenty minute walk and it was pitch black.

‘it’s dark, will you be okay?’ but you’re cut off with a slam of the door, he’s already stormed off into the woods before you can even think about locking the doors and trapping him inside.

you’d honestly thought he wasn’t being serious. an empty threat. biting down onto your bottom lip, internally debating whether to go out into the woods and drag him back.

the thing is, eddie knew the woods, had used them as a shortcut to get home for years, whereas you’d merely driven past on the way to his. there was no use in going out there with no flashlight and ending up lost.

so you turn the car around, driving towards your own house for once. you’d see him at the garage tomorrow. he’d have calmed down and you can weasel your way back into his good books.

except, he doesn’t turn up for work the next day.

your stomach flips when your uncle comes banging around the corner expecting eddie to be trailing behind.

‘where is he?’

‘what? he’s not here? i don’t- i don’t know, we uh,’ you stop yourself, ‘i stayed at home last night.. i thought he’d be here,’ mind racing, already thinking of what terrible things could’ve happened in those creepy woods.

‘he hasn’t turned up, y’wanna tell him that if he’s sick i need a phone call, something.. he doesn’t get off just because you two are messin’ about,’ he points his blackened finger at you, walking back into the garage shaking his head.

you don’t even make it fully into the warehouse, turning on your heel back to your old car and speeding out of there. you’d check the trailer first and then make the treacherous journey through the woods.

when you drive up the gravel, you can see his van isn’t parked outside in it’s usual spot. okay, maybe he went out. or was just late to work. at least you know he’d made it back and wasn’t still in the woods somewhere.

you still knock on the grimy door, knowing that wayne would probably just be waking up.

the door swings open and he looks positively fuming until he sees it’s you, ‘oh, y’alright doll? early isn’t it?’

‘hey wayne, is eddie home? he didn’t turn up for work so i’m just.. wondering if he’s okay..’ you swallow loudly, knowing damn well he wasn’t in there.

‘no.. no he went out last night, seemed pretty pissed off so i didn’t bother to ask- you okay? y’look like you’ve seen a ghost,’ he looks genuinely concerned, holding onto the plastic rim of the door.

‘we had an argument and he stormed off,’ tears welling in your eyes.

‘yeah i figured, i’m sure he’s alright.. sometimes he just needs to calm down for a while, don’t let it worry you,’ he adds, the sentiment was nice but your heart was thudding.

you weren’t even officially together for fuck sake. but you at least knew how you felt about him and had a small inclination that he felt similarly. maybe you’d fucked it for good. he had no real loyalties to you, what was stopping him from running off and never speaking to you again.

‘okay,’ you nod, blinking rapidly so to hide your tears, ‘can you please tell him to call me if, or when he gets back?’

‘sure thing sweets, i’ll see you later,’ he waves before closing the door.

you traipse off back to your car, thinking of a list of places he could possibly be. a handful of them being immediately crossed off as it was the middle of the morning.

-

it’s almost evening before you think to check rick’s house. having driven around all day looking at his usual spots for him, asking everyone if he’d been there or if they knew where he could be.

it was only at the hideout where one of the girls behind the bar suggests rick’s with a chuckle.

eddie had stopped by rick’s before, you’d stayed in the van though and he’d disappear inside before emerging with a ton of weed and a shit eating grin on his face.

you can spot his van the second you round the corner. feeling the relief wash over you the second you know he’s actually still alive and in hawkins. then the feeling of guilt is replaced by rage. annoyed that you’d driven the entirety of this shithole town and he’d just been here getting high the entire time.

there’s a small second in which you debate if going up and banging on the door was actually a good idea or if it’d just cause more problems.

you do it anyway, parking next to his van and walking up the wooden steps to the massive house. a muffled thumping of music gets louder as you approach. they probably wouldn’t even hear you.

but you knock, waiting patiently for someone, hopefully eddie, to answer.

the door opens, revealing a skinny, tousled man who you’d never seen before, he stares at you, mouth open for what feels like minutes.

‘is eddie in there?’ you ask, staring back at the strange man.

‘yeah, two seconds,’ he mumbles before closing the door, hopefully going to get the man. you couldn’t be sure he even knew what you said.

the door opens again a few moments later, looking rather disheveled, eyes wild and still in the same clothes he’d skulked off in last night. he stinks of a mixture between booze and weed, hair hanging limp around his face.

‘woah hey, what are you doing here?’ sounding genuinely confused, not the reaction you’d imagined.

‘well, you didn’t show up for work.. i wanted to know if you were alright,’ you shrug, suddenly feeling stupid for even stalking him this badly.

‘shit, yeah.. i was s’posed to call, i forgot,’ he steps out onto the porch, closing the door round behind him, ‘you came all the way out here to find me?’

‘yeah,’ you say quietly, just realising how much of a crazy bitch you must seem.

‘eddie!’ a female voice calls from inside the house. you look between him and the door as she peers round the door, a pretty girl, someone else you’d never seen before.

your heart sinks.

‘oh shit.. sorry,’ she grimaces, ‘i just wanted to know if you were coming back in?’

‘just give me two minutes, alright?’ he glares at her as she holds her hand up in apology before going back into the house.

that blind rage you’d felt pulling up the house reappears and you’d love to reach across and slap his now-very purple cheek.

‘that’s not- that wasn’t what you think it was,’ he pleads, noticing your clenched jaw and balled up fist.

‘yeah i’m sure it wasn’t,’ you add sarcastically, ‘i can see that you’re perfectly fine so i’m gonna go ahead and leave, you have fun,’ heart beating out of your chest as you turn around and walk down the wooden steps.

he’s already hot on your tail, ‘can you just- baby listen to me,’ calling out from a few paces behind.

‘get fucked,’ you spit, trying to get into your car before he could reach you.

he’s grabbing at your arm the second the cars unlocked, ‘listen to me,’ you’re spun around to face him before you can even register what’s going on.

‘what? what are you gonna say? you don’t owe me anything, eddie.. you can do whatever you want,’ your throat burning from the untruthful words.

‘i haven’t-,’ he sighs, collecting himself before continuing, ‘i wanted to piss you off a little, so i came here and then me and rick got into some shit and i lost track of time, i’m sorry,’ fingers beginning to dig into your arm, afraid that if he loosened his grip you’d run away.

‘so who’s your little girlfriend?’ sounding far more jealous than you’d perhaps liked.

‘that’s fucking rick’s girlfriend, i don’t even know her name,’ he pleads, his bottom lip jutted out in his best puppy dog impression.

you swallow, hardly believing him, ‘right, even if that was true, it wouldn’t matter.. you’re single, i’m single, you can do whatever you want,’ shaking your arm as a last ditch attempt to get him off of you and get away.

his face falls, he’d fucked up before, sure. but not to the extent where you wouldn’t be kissing all over him moments after he apologised. or where you’d outwardly expressed your lack of an official title.

it wasn’t like he wasn’t aware that you weren’t exactly official. he just always assumed that there was an understanding that you two were together, but not really.

‘you’re not serious? i fucked up, i know. but i haven’t fucked her- or, or anyone else for that matter.’

his fingers loosen and you take that as your opportunity to yank your arm away, opening the car door and getting halfway in when his hand slams onto the metal, stopping you from closing the it.

‘get off of my car,’ you glare, your hand gripping the handle as you argue with him.

‘i’m trying to talk to you, you won’t even give me that?’ he begs, knuckles white as he’s losing the battle against the door.

‘i have nothing to say to you,’ you spit, using your other hand to gain leverage, he relents and you slam the door shut. shoving the key into the ignition before speeding off out of the long driveway.

eddie stands there gormless for a minute. staring as your car disappears into the distance. he kicks his boot into a pile of leaves, cursing as the front door opens and rick peers round having heard the entire argument from his front room.

he argues against getting into his van and chasing after you but he’s still well over the limit and you’d only be more pissed off if you knew.

-

you must’ve passed out at some point, exhausted from the rage and pain of it all. not even bothering to crawl under your blanket, just in a heap on one side of your bed.

the window slides open, forcing you out of your slumber. a string of curses come from the other side of your room and then a small thud as whichever crazy psychopath makes their way into your room.

you bolt upright, eyes adjusting to the dark room. just about making out the silhouette of the man. the undeniable curly hair making it rather easy to decipher who it is.

‘shit,’ he mumbles, feeling his way through the room towards your bed, tripping on something on the floor, he hadn’t noticed you sit up.

you switch the lamp on, squinting as the light fills the room. looking like a deer in headlights as he pauses, frozen as you glare over at him.

‘what the fuck are you doing?’ you hush, knowing your dad was definitely fast asleep just down the hall.

‘i didn’t wanna wake your dad up,’ he looks down at the floor to see what was caught around his foot and then back at you, ‘i need to-,’ he looks down again, realising exactly what he’d tripped over, ‘is that my fucking shirt?’ he picks the torn up piece of fabric off of his boot.

you’d hacked at the metallica shirt with a pair of rusty scissors, now in multiple pieces strewn across your floor. the scissors dumped somewhere next to your bed.

‘you cut up my shirt?’ he asks, bewildered, the black cotton just dangling from his fingers as he walks over to the bed.

‘no,’ a blatant lie, ‘the dog ate it,’ shrugging innocently.

he’s in disbelief but his lips twitch, turning into a smirk, dropping what was left of his shirt back onto the floor, ‘you’re fucking crazy, you know that?’ now towering over you beside the bed.

‘you’re a fucking asshole, you know that?’ you refute, still so infuriated with him.

‘yeah, i do,’ he sits on the empty half of your bed, ‘that’s why i’m here,’ eyes full of hope, the exact opposite to how you’d left him just hours prior.

‘you’re here to tell me that you’re an asshole? could’ve saved yourself a trip, i’m already well aware of that.’

‘are you gonna shut up and listen to me?’

you scowl at him but keep your mouth shut, nodding to get him to carry on.

‘i’m here because i- hm,’ he tenses, moving up the bed, his hands cupping both of your cheeks, needing your full attention, ‘because i fucking love you, yeah?’

his brown eyes search your face for a response when you don’t answer, hands slowly releasing their grip on your skin. maybe it was too little too late, had he fucked any chance at making things right?

you take a minute to read his face, trying to determine if he was just trying to weasel his way back into the comfortable position he was in with you.

when his face rightly falls due to your lack of an answer, you finally croak out a small, ‘you do?’

his hands squeeze the fat on your cheeks, relieved to hear something come out of your mouth, ‘of course i do,’ he looks slightly offended that you’d even question the legitimacy of what he’d said.

so you lunge forward, crashing your lips to his, grinning against his cheek as your lips connect in a chaotic kiss. his body falling backwards onto the mattress as your torso collides with his, holding himself up with one hand.

‘holy fuck,’ he mutters into your mouth, clinging onto your jaw for some stability.

you pull away, eyes glimmering as you gaze up at him, ‘i love you too,’ twisting your face into a satisfied smile.

uncaring if your dad could hear, forcing him backwards onto your mattress, clambering atop, your lips hazily connecting with his again.

[totallysora]

Newsies (Live)

Ok so I rewatched newsies live at like,,Christmas and have been caught in a major newsies spiral so here are my thoughts 😻‼️

Jeremy Jordan 🥰 I get that he was kinda old to play Jack but Idc he’s iconic I’m so glad they called him back to play him

Same with Kara she’s an icon and literally the only Katherine I will accept for the proshot

Completely random but I’m glad it was a proshot and not an attempt to make it into a musical movie 😭 (especially since 92sies is literally already a movie lmao)

I also rewatched the og movie and watching it reminded me how much they BUTCHERED SPOT’S SCREEN TIME 😕 and therefore Tommy’s screen time 😔

Also Tommy Bracco he is literally the only spot I will accept (and like,,the only spot on bway that Ik so 😭)

The bg newsies 🥰 Literally all of them they were all icons the cast was literally perfect it’s unreal

ETHAN 😭 HE’S SUCH A CUTIE AND IS SO DRAMATIC IT’S ADORABLE

Andrew Keenan Bolger, also so glad they got him back as crutchie cuz he is an I c o n (as much as I love Andy I deffo prefer Andrew as crutchie lmao)

The fact that there were enough members in the cast that there was literally only 1 case of a newsie doubling up on characters

Literally the entirety of seize the day

The fact that Jeremy runs away from all of the dancing 😭

Also how Jeremy almost kills himself at the end with the heel click/bell kick 💀

The fact Michael (Tommy boy) has a rlly bad American accent but that’s ok cuz I can’t do one either 🥰

BROOKLYN’S HERE 😻‼️‼️

How Tommy’s (spot) eyeliner/eye lashes are sm more noticeable than everyone else, especially his bottom lashes lmao

How tf did Morris not hurt his hand when he hit the printing press?? Like gurl what 😭

The Delancey brothers - they were like,,deffo less comical than in the og movie but still rlly silly 😭

The fact morris literally just stands on top of the newspaper bit for like the entire show

Them bonking heads (I am a Delancey apologist sorry guys 😔)

Ben Tyler Cook 🥰 I absolutely adore Ryan Breslin and actually would’ve loved to see him return as Race but god Ben is so silly I love him sm 😭

“The woild is yer erster” - Literally no one beats his version of this sorry 😭

Pulitzer - He was so good and literally for what bro 😭

”It’s a compromise we can all live with” - Jack Kelly 1899

BEN FANKHAUSER‼️ Also literally the only appropriate Davey fr

The way at the start of Brooklyn’s here Jeremy hits the printing press in time with the music

The set 😻 Ik it’s kinda simple but literally shut up it’s iconic

The height difference between Tommy and Ben at the end of Brooklyn’s here and like,,everywhere lmao

Honestly the height difference between Tommy and everyone

Joshua Burrage - He’s so silly I love him sm

MEDDAAA‼️ GOD HER VOICE IS JUST SO UGH 😫 AND SHE’S SUCH A SWEETHEART LIKE PLS MA’AM BE MY MOTHER 😭

Will never get over how they can sing like that whilst dancing

HOW DOES BEN COOK NOT DROP HIS CIGAR WHILST DANCING SO WELL LIKE???

So sad Ryan Steele wasn’t there 😔 The dude who played specs was good tho (+Michael covered for the turns so 🤷‍♀️)

Hannah was so unserious she’s so funny 😭

Once and for all - this song will literally always give me chills

TOMMY NOT THROWING THE PAPER STACK HIGH ENOUGH DURING ONCE AND FOR ALL 😭

Ben Cook kicking himself in the face during seize the day 💀

THE CAMERA ANGLE WE GET DURING THE RALLY RIGHT BEFORE JEREMY ENTERS

The hug between Tommy and Michael (Spot+Tommy Boy) at the end when Jeremy tells them they won ☹️

The fact Oscar and Morris went for Les first?? Like gurl I get it he’s probably easiest to carry but what were yall trying to achieve with that 😭

The fact that the Delanceys like,,actually got their asses beat like that shit kinda looked like it hurt 💀

SANTA FEEEE‼️ Iconic 😻

The way Crutchie screams for Jack ☹️ although that one “what ya say” meme where it starts playing after Oscar hits him has kinda ruined that scene for me cuz I keep laughing abt it 😕

That one two people cartwheel during the scene change

”I’m glad to have you back :)” “Shuddup” - Jack and Davey (THEY’RE GAY YOUR HONOUR)

There is literally no heterosexual explanation for that scene

THE LOOK DAVEY GIVES JACK WHEN THEY REALISE HE’S A SELLOUT

Once again literally no heterosexual explanation for that scene

Ok but literally just how much fun all of the newsies look like they’re having?? Especially in king of new york like they honestly look like they’re having the time of their lives 😭

“That’s disgusting” - David Jacobs, 1899 (when he’s a victorian newsboy who cares about hygiene 🥰🤭)

Ik Pulitzer saif it too but Idc ok the dude who played Pulitzer was kinda hot anyways (I don’t make the rules sorry 🤷‍♀️ [I am sorry for this tho my taste in men is uh 😨])

That one thing Jeremy does after he shakes Roosevelt’s hand for the first time 😭

”Your majesty” - Crutchie, 1899 (Referring to the governor 😭)

Maybe I should just make one of these with my favourite lines cuz I have so many

Honestly literally the whole fucking musical it was iconic and I am forever grateful that it exists 😻

Honestly there’s probably so so so much more but that’s all I can like,,fully remember rn but I’ll definitely rewatch it and update this lmao

Overall I absolutely adore the musical, and I’m glad the proshot exists cuz it is I c o n i c (also I am totally gonna make a list of my favourite lines from it lmao)

[jinkoh]

we keep this love in a photograph

chanhee x gn!reader x changmin

tags: established poly relationship, hurt/comfort, reader is feeling a little lonely, idol q & new; SFW

wc: 1.5k

a/n: new's ig post with the picture of him and changmin brushing their teeth is to blame for this somehow, even though it doesn't rlly have anything to do with the plot of this fic lol also thank you @blizzardfluffykpop for coming up with ideas for this with me (and for letting me use them)<3

Masterlist

Your fingers wandered over the spines of the photo albums, all of them neatly arranged on the shelf in the living room, a collection of your precious memories. After a moment of consideration your hand stopped at 2021. It was the first album Chanhee had made for the three of you. It’d been a christmas gift for Changmin and you, something to commemorate that first year of your relationship. You remembered tearing up when you first looked through it together, Changmin and you each taking up one side of the couch with your boyfriend in the middle. Chanhee had taken his time turning the pages, reminiscing over the pictures he’d taken over the course of the year. At times, Changmin and you would chime in with little stories and details you remembered.

It was hard to believe all of that was almost three years ago. You missed those days, tonight more than ever. You took out the album and sat down on the fuzzy pink rug on the floor that Changmin and you had bought for Chanhee’s birthday last year. He’d loved it so much that he’d immediately laid down on the soft material, all smiles and giggles. This year, he hadn’t been home for his birthday and neither had Changmin. Of course that was just the reality of their job, but not being able to celebrate with them had made you feel incredibly lonely. These days you were feeling lonely a lot. They were gone so much that you basically lived alone in a flat too big for just one person. And when they were home, like now, sleeping soundly, you still felt oddly isolated. As if all the time spent apart made you forget how to be together.

With a small sigh you opened the album, thumbing through the pages and letting yourself be overcome with the nostalgia of that time. There were pictures of the three of you in the dorms or in your cramped little flat with the ugly mismatched tiles (you’d only moved in together the year after). There were picnics and birthday cakes and pictures from the little trip to the beach you took at the end of that summer. And of course, pictures from Halloween, with a completely hyped up Changmin grinning widely into the camera, his Chucky costume all in place. You remembered the way he’d sulked mere minutes before that, frustrated because he couldn’t get the make up right. 

"What are you doing, love?" Chanhee asked softly, trying not to make you startle but you did nonetheless. You hadn't noticed him coming into the living room at all, but now he was walking over and sitting down on the rug behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder so he could look at the photobook in your lap.

"Oh? Halloween from 3 years ago?" He said with a soft chuckle when he spotted the photos of Changmin in his Chucky costume. "I'll never understand his love for these dolls but he looked kinda cute though. Especially when he asked you to fix his make-up, all pouty."

"Yeah," you couldn't help but smile too, remembering your other boyfriend's adorable face. "We were really happy then."

You felt Chanhee looking at your side profile but you didn't try to meet his gaze.

"We're happy now too," he said but it almost sounded like a question.

You pressed your lips together.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" He was so gentle and caring, not the slightest bit of pressure in the way he asked. And yet it felt so hard to respond.

"I—" you paused, feeling yourself choke up, "I miss you."

Chanhee's arms immediately wrapped around you, pulling you to his chest. "But lovey, we're here, we're right here," he whispered close to your ear.

"Are you really, though? Sometimes I feel like with your job you're more away than here and I know it can't be helped, it's just—I'm lonely. You're always together, you have each other, you don't have to miss each other, but I'm always alone."

"Oh, love," he pulled you even closer, his arms around you warm and safe. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that we made you feel lonely. But you know we miss you too, right? We might be together, but we miss you all the time and we talk about you all the time. You're really precious to us. We don’t miss you any less just because we’re together."

"I know, I know, it's just—" you bit your tongue. What point was there in saying anything anyway? It wasn’t like he could really change the situation. Voicing your stupid insecurities would only make him feel guilty. "Nevermind."

"But I do mind." He nudged your jaw with his nose. "Tell me."

"It's stupid."

"Tell me anyway. I'm an expert at listening to stupid things."

"I don't know," you fumbled with your fingers, trying not to let tears well up in your eyes, "Sometimes I just wonder where I fit in with the two of you… if at all."

“Of course you do!” His voice sounded heated, just so desperate to reassure you, but when he continued it turned weak instead, way too aware that what he, what they could offer wasn’t the best deal. “I know there isn’t enough time, there never is. And I wish there was an easy solution to that, but I can’t see one. I—we can’t always make time for you the way you deserve. But I promise we’ll always make room for you. We can’t always be together, but there will always be space for you. Am I even—Does that even make sense?” His voice quivered and you felt yourself choking up at how desperate he was to make things right.

“I’m just—You’ll always have a home with us. And you’re home to us, too, you know? No matter how long we’re away, this is our home. You are.” He paused, leaning his forehead against your back and you thought you felt him shaking. “Is that not enough? Can’t that be enough?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, pointlessly trying to stop the tears that were already spilling out. No matter how lonely you felt at times, there was no way you could let go of this, not when you were loved this much, not when you loved them this much.

“It’s enough,” you whispered, your hands moving to cover his that were still wrapped around your body. “It has to be enough.”

“What are you doing?” Another sleepy voice interrupted you. Changmin was standing in the doorway, rubbing his eyes before shuffling over and laying down next to you. You automatically lifted up the album in your lap so he could rest his head on your thigh.

“Don’t just leave me behind,” he mumbled, eyes already falling shut again, “It’s lonely.”

"See?" Chanhee left a small peck on your cheek, "we get lonely too."

"Really lonely," Changmin agreed but he was clearly half asleep again.

Chanhee carefully stood up, making sure not to disrupt your boyfriend.

"What are you doing?" you whispered, following him with your eyes as he walked over to the glass cabinet where he kept his film camera.

"I have an album to fill, right?" He replied back with a smile before lifting his camera to take a picture of you and Changmin.

"Come here," you waved him over, "you should be in it too. We don't have enough pictures of the three of us."

With a smile he sat back down behind you, turning around the camera and stretching out his arm to capture all three of you.

"Satisfied?" He asked with another peck to your cheek.

"One more, for good measure," you replied before turning your head and kissing him back. He smiled and lifted the camera once more, your lips still on his cheek when the shutter clicked.

"Unfair," Changmin mumbled, "where's my kisses?"

You chuckled fondly, leaning down to plaster his face with a zillion little pecks until he broke out into sleepy giggles. "Okay, okay, enough already." You pressed just one more kiss to his lips before pulling away. 

"Should we go back to bed?" Chanhee asked, his head resting on your shoulder again while his hand reached around you and gently brushed a strand of hair out of Changmin's forehead. “It’s late.” 

"Let's stay here a little longer," you replied, not quite willing to let go of the sweet warmth and comfort yet. All of this felt so familiar, so much like home. Maybe you hadn't forgotten how to be together after all, maybe it'd just been your insecurities getting to your head and making you overthink. After a beat you added, "I think I'm really happy right now."

"Me too," Chanhee whispered into your ear.

"Me too," Changmin mumbled in your lap.

Masterlist

[cupidjyu]

by my side tonight

juyeon x reader

genre: fluff, flirting-ish, idk rlly its just cute notes: i didn't expect to get this out on christmas eve but maybe you could think of this as a holiday party!! anyways, this is probably one of many drabbles i'll write, so i hope you enjoy! and make sure to enjoy your holidays! &lt;;3 word count: 0.6k

“juyeon,” you nudged him lightly. he turned to you in response. “you can let go of my waist now.”

he furrowed his eyebrows and instead tightened his hold on you, his large hand bringing you closer. his hand was warm even through your seemingly expensive clothes. the two of you were at a fancy event that you were invited to and juyeon insisted on going with you.

“why should i?”

“well-” you looked around. “it’s less crowded so-” 

“but i want to hold you.”

you paused your walking and he followed. you looked up and stared into his eyes. there wasn’t even a bit of amusement in them, as he looked back at you with such a serious gaze.

a few seconds later, you bursted out laughing at his expression.

“if you insist,” you mused.

the two of you continue walking, almost reaching the grand room. he continued to rub circles on your waist.

“have i mentioned how stunning you look tonight?”

you smiled, “hm, let me think.”

you were quiet for a moment, carefully counting the amount of times.

“yes,”  you giggled. “you’ve told me about twelve times, juyeon.”

you could see his cheeks start to turn red at the number as he brought one hand to the back of his neck sheepishly.

“can’t i tell you again?” he asked.

you nodded happily, “anytime!” 

he smiled down at you, his eyes twinkling under the dim lighting and his lips turning up adorably.

the two of you finally arrive at your designated table. just as you were about to sit, you spotted a waiter who seemed to be in a hurry, bumping into juyeon. he apologized profusely, but juyeon being the kind person he is, waved him off.

when juyeon sat next to you, you noticed his styled hair was a bit messed up. you smiled slightly. it made him look like a cat with the strands sticking up like that.

“juyeon.”

“hm?”

“your hair.”

he only blinked at you.

“it’s messed up,” you explained.

“oh really,” he widened his eyes cutely. “where?” he reached his hand up to try to fix it himself. except, juyeon’s always been a clumsy person, so instead he messed it up even more. he looked more like a cat who was… electrocuted. like in those cartoons.

you shook your head, “no wait, ill do it.”

you shifted your chair closer so that your legs were in between his. then, you leaned closer, and with a concentrated face, you gently pulled the strands of hair back to their rightful place. you also brushed it lightly with your fingers to ensure no small pieces stood up anywhere.

you missed the way juyeon was staring at you so, so fondly. his sharp eyes were softened as he gazed at your focused face, your eyebrows furrowed. his eyes moved across each and every one of your features and back up to your lips which were pulled up into a pout. he couldn’t help but chuckle endearingly at you as he waited for you to finish.

“all done,” and you began to move away. but then, you were interrupted when you felt a warm hand on yours. you looked down and there he was, his hand encompassing yours and his fingers intertwining with your fingers. 

you looked up at him, surprised. “juyeon-”

“stay near me,” he mumbled. and then he looked straight into your eyes and gave you the prettiest smile.

you could feel your face heat up as you blinked carefully. and then you relaxed in his hold, as you continued to sit next to him, watching the incoming guests bustle around.

"you're just so beautiful."

"thirteenth time, juyeon."

"stop counting!"

[starberriemilk]

I think Demian might be from Outskirts

Okay so I just wanna say that before I explain what I think, I didn't finish playing LoR (and I don't rlly want spoilers). I watched a video about Lob Corp but I don't remember much from it (here I'm okay with spoilers) so I'm sorry if this makes no sense

So anyways. Ever since the christmas event I realized that Demian might be from Outskirts and the more I think about it the more it makes sense

I was always wondering what the hell Demian meant when he said that he was in Outskirts, what a kid like him was doing in Outskirts?

And then we found out that there are villages in Outskirts in the christmas event... So maybe that's the place he lived in before he moved to the City. Maybe that's why he talks about how the Outskirts are so free. I was spoiled that in LoR there ARE characters that used to live in Outskirts before going to the City... So it's possible (he was a kid so he probably moved in the City with Frau Eva if she exists in PMverse)

Another interesting thing I noticed, with how Demian is always talking about the stars and how he's associated with them. As far as I know- you can't really see the stars in the city, at least not fully, due to all the lights from the buildings and stuff... The only place where you could see the sky clearly would be Outskirts

and we saw that in chapter 5 with Tearful Thing's memories...

Which leads me to what Faust said at the end of christmas event. She said this

Dante assumed that this is a metaphor she's using to say to first focus on the Sinners and themselves before focusing on the stories from the Outskirts... But Faust never uses metaphors. I think she means it literally. What does this have to do with Demian? Well, I've seen theories that Faust may be from Outskirts (because there are like 3 other characters who are from Outskirts who have blue eyes and white hair, and there are other things but I won't go deep into this). Demian may not have white hair but the fact he's not the only person that talks about stars in this way and the fact they both might be from Outskirts... It makes me think it's important

Does this theory have holes? Yes. Does it make sense? Maybe??? But I think I'm getting somewhere with this

[milfzatannaz]

misc johnzee + Zatara ii headcanons bc they’ve been rotating in my brain:

- I really do think Zatara ii was a complete accident. It just doesn’t make sense for him to be something they actually planned for. John and zee are perpetually in a noncommittal limbo sort of a relationship that never truly ends. they are allergic to domesticity and “family life”. They’re both nearing middle age but still approach their relationship as if they’re still 21

- so like. they’re “broken up” when they sleep together on Halloween bc they’re bored, neither of them like to celebrate Halloween bc it’s just a day with extra work for them. So after her show zee finds john at the oblivion and takes him home

- then around Christmas zee is so absent minded she doesn’t stop to wonder about all her random tiredness and sore boobs bc she just assumes it’s from performing. its not until a friend (Dinah? Diana? Mikey? Haven’t decided) suggests she take a pregnancy test does she put 2+2 together

- she’s definitely not thrilled when she finds out but neither is John. It’s the most awkward conversation they’ve ever had and John is unhelpful and cold. He’s like do what you want but I’m not sticking around

- zee is just. Depressed and unable to make a decision. I don’t shy away from the concept of her weighing her options. but she decides to keep the baby bc she realizes that she does want a family, no matter how unconventional. She can’t imagine herself as a mother but she can imagine herself loving it and that’s what matters to her. She knows she has the means to do it alone and comes to the conclusion that she’ll keep it. It’s not an easy thought process

- john and zee are both still in the JLD and work is hellish. They still want each other but neither will cave or approach the topic. Meanwhile Zee is struggling to find her pregnancy and starts getting sick at work, or randomly falling asleep after meetings

- it’s one of these evenings where zee is curled up on the couch alone where John gently comes to sit beside her, and eventually moves her head into his lap

- he loves her so much but he’s bad at this. he wants to be there for her and the kid but he’s the wrong man for the job

- eventually he just sort of starts taking care of her in ways neither of them rlly notice. He drapes his coat over her and brings her water. He gently undoes her braid while they sit together bc he notices she has a headache. stuff like that. He starts tapping into a gentle part of him he hasn’t seen before

- so basically they fall in LOVE love bc he’s clearly besotted and she wants him so bad. He’s just holding himself back bc he is so afraid of being his father. His self loathing always wins

- the first time he voices loving zee and their child is when little gio is placed into his arms for the first time and he finally gets it

[so-much-for-stardust6]

Secret Love- Pete Wentz (Mr. Sandman)

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summary: you’re a creation of dr. benzedrine so you’ve been locked up your whole life. after sneaking out one night and meeting mr. sandman, you two started a secret relationship. what happens when you get caught one night?

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warnings: none (at least i think)

a/n: this was requested by @xx-scene-queen-fangz-xx so thank you sm for the idea! mr. sandman is the fellow in black (aka pete wentz) and dr. benzedrine is the one in yellow (aka patrick stump). the requester mentioned y/n and mr. sandman’s relationship relating to jack and sally’s from nightmare before christmas and i rlly stuck with that 😭 this is a little different from my usual stuff but i honestly enjoyed writing it and i hope you guys enjoy reading it!

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i sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor blankly. i hear the front door open and slam shut, signaling me that my fathers home. i stare at the door and see the shadow of his footsteps underneath it. a couple knocks echo in my room before he opens the door.

“hey honey, how was today?” he sauntered in, turning on the light.

my eyes flutter shut from the brightness but they slowly open once i get used to it.

“fine.” i reply back.

he sighs and goes to sit next to me. he was dressed up in his classic yellow suit meaning he was at work.

“how many times do i have to say i’m sorry..”

“sorry won’t cut it, father. it’s been 19 years since you created me and i haven’t been outside once! you lock me up in this hell hole and expect me to function like a normal child would!” i cry out in frustration.

“you watch your language! i’m keeping you in here for a reason, to protect you! people out there are ruthless, especially if they knew i created you, that you’re a product of dr. benzedrine! i know you are frustrated, honey, but you have to trust me..” he was standing up in front of me at this point.

i sat there as tears spilled down my cheeks, my hands fiddling with one another.

“please go away…” i weakly said.

“y/n..”

“please.” i say a bit louder.

he sighs once again and nods, turning around to leave. he leaves my light on as he shut the door, his footsteps echoing away. i angrily wipe my tears and walk up to my window. i stare outside to the field that surrounded our house. an idea popped into my head and i quickly walked over to my phone, dialing his number. it rang a bit before his voice spoke out.

“hello?”

“come over tonight..please.”

“is everything okay?”

“yes just-just meet me at our spot.”

“alright, see you soon.”

i hang up and start getting ready. i throw on this handmade black dress my father made along with some black boots he bought. i quickly tiptoe towards my door and slowly open it. i see the tv on in the living room followed by loud snoring. he was asleep. i walk back in my room and lock the door before going towards my window. i open it and slowly climb out, careful not to make any noise. i don’t shut it all the way so i’d be able to climb back in later. i climb down from the roof, careful not to fall. once i get down to the ground, i book it to our spot.

i make it there after running for a bit and i notice he wasn’t there yet. i sit down on the bench to catch my breath and stare at the water. the moonlight shined on the dark water, illuminating light to its surroundings.

“my love.” i hear his voice call out.

i turn around and instantly smile once i see my boyfriend, mr. sandman.

“oh you made it!”

“of course i did, i wouldn’t miss seeing you.” he walks up to me and hugs me.

his body heat warms me up causing me to shiver slightly.

“you look so beautiful like always.” he tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

“you sure nothing happened tonight? you sounded a bit fragile on the phone, love.” he strokes my cheek.

i look down from his gaze, preparing myself to spill my heart out to him as always.

“my dad and i got into a fight. i told him that i’m old enough to go out and that i can’t handle being locked up anymore, i-i can’t take it no more.” i sob out.

“you already know what i’m going to say, love, he-“

“he’s doing it to protect me, i know. but i’m grown now, i don’t need to be protected.”

“unfortunately you do, he’s protecting you for a reason. and now that i’m in your life, so am i.”

“how many times do i say i love you? cause it never seems enough.” i lean my head onto his chest.

he places his hand on my head and holds me close, letting me hear his heartbeat. mr. sandman was a dear friend of my father’s but i never knew of him until the night i first snuck out.

~flashback~

it’s been a month since i turned 18 and i had the high expectation that my father would let me explore the world finally. after many arguments about the topic, i finally had enough. i waited until it was well late into the night where he would definitely be asleep. i sneak out my window and clumsily climb down from my roof, missing the last step and falling to the ground. my hand gets covered in dirt and little rocks stuck to them, making my heart jump wondering if they were bugs. i brush them off and get up, looking around at the world. it was empty fields surrounding us, a small forest seen ahead.

i instantly make my way towards the said forest, not realizing that i would need a light of some sort. i try and navigate my way through the dark area with the minimal lighting i had. leaves crunched and sticks snapped as i walked, fear flowing through my veins. i told myself in my head to toughen up and that this is what i wanted. the many sounds from different animals make me jump left and right, giving me slight goosebumps. i heard more leaves and sticks crunch but not from me. i immediately stop and look around for the thing creating the noise.

“hello?” i hear a deep voice say.

i gasp out and slowly back away in fear.

“don’t be afraid, y/n.”

“how do you know my name?” my voice quivers.

the person steps out from the shadows and reveals themselves. it was a guy dressed in all black with black and white face paint on around his mouth.

“i’m a friend of your father’s. i’m mr. sandman.” he gives a warm smile.

“y-you know my dad? please don’t tell him i’m out here! he’d kill me!” i beg.

“don’t worry darling, i won’t. but you shouldn’t be out this dark, especially alone. here, let me take you somewhere safer.” he lends out a hand and i hesitantly take it. i keep telling myself that this wasn’t a mistake and that i should trust this guy. something gleaming bright snaps me out of my thoughts. he brought us to a river, the bright moon above shining brightly on top.

“this is beautiful..”

“would you like to sit down?”

i nod and walk over to the bench with him. the stars twinkle above us, my heart clenching at their beauty.

“you like the stars?” he asks.

“absolutely, i love staring at them from my window.”

i look away from the stars and make eye contact with the man.

“how do you know my father?”

“a long time friend, met when we were teenagers. you’re as beautiful as he says you are.”

“you barely even know me.”

“barely know you? darling, i’ve known you your whole life.”

the way he spoke made my stomach erupt with butterflies.

“can you show me more of this world?” hopeful he would say yes.

“no can do, you should be heading home to your father now.” he stands up.

the hope i had was now shattered but i did agree i’d rather be returning home.

“take me back? it’s a bit scary out there.” i sheepishly admit.

“of course, love.”

he accompanied me on the journey back home, chatting about the life i’ve learned to love. he warned me about strangers and told me to never mention that i’m a creation of dr. benzedrine. we made it back home just before the sun came up, birds starting to wake up and chirp.

“here you are now. sleep well, dear.” he smiles before turning around to leave.

“wait!�� i call out for him.

he turns around and looks at me confused.

“how will i be in contact with you again?”

my words make him smile, a small chuckle erupting from his chest. he pulls out a pen of some sort (later figuring out it was for makeup) and grabs a leaf from the ground. he scribbles something on it before handing it to me.

“call when you know your father won’t listen.”

and with that, he left. i look down at the leaf and saw he had written his number. my heart jumps from happiness but it soon ended once i realize i don’t have a phone. that’s why in the morning i begged my father to buy me one and lied saying it was for me to call him in case of emergencies.

~flashback over~

“mr. sandman?! y/n?! what on earth is going on?!” i hear my father shout.

we pull away from each other and stare at my father (who’s stomping towards us) with white faces.

“dr. benzedrine, i-i can explain..” mr. sandman starts but was immediately cut off.

“what do you think you’re doing with my daughter?! especially outside like this! you know exactly how dangerous it is for her to be out!”

my father was up close to mr. sandman’s face, screaming at him as he poked his chest with his finger.

“father stop it!” i scream out.

“you stay out of this! you are grounded once we get home! no phone, no books, no music, no nothing! you’ll see now how it would be if you were really locked away!” his face was red with anger.

“you don’t understand me at all!” i had tears streaming down my face.

“just because i’m something you created doesn’t mean i’m forever yours to keep! you have to realize that i’m getting older and you need to let go! i love mr. sandman and i mean it! he’s shown me so much of this world, more than you ever have!“

my father just stares at me, taking in everything i’ve just said.

“you love him?”

“yes, i do.”

“do you love her back?”

mr. sandman gulps once the attention is back on him.

“with all my heart. y/n, you must take my heart because it’s already full of you. being with you all these nights had made me realize that i’d want to stick by your side, staring at the stars as we sit together. now and forever.”

“oh, mr. sandman!” i cry out, running to engulf him in a hug.

my father stares at the scene unfolding in front of him, his stomach turning with guilt once he realizes his mistakes.

“y/n you’re right. i’ve been such a terrible father, keeping you locked up tight and preventing you from seeing the world. if you do truly love mr. sandman, then you both have my blessing to be together.”

“oh father, you raised me as right as you could. you gave me life and i’m grateful. i understand that you’re trying to protect me from the things you’ve seen out in the world, but you can’t protect me forever. i love you.” i leave the hug with mr. sandman and go to hug my father.

“i love you too, honey.” he kisses the top of my head.

[magnolia-miraculous]

A. Agreste (aka Chat Noir) Headcanons <3

Kind of a lot tbh—just headcanons that I like to apply in my AUs when they don’t clash with their particular premises. It’s just a hot mess under the cut yeah? Cool.

He was actually in ballet classes as a kid—the same ones as Chloé.

What’s funny is that Marinette was there too. However, boys and girls were kept separate and so he only really knew Chloé.

He only found out when he was going through his closet and found a shoe box with his old shoes and a bunch of class photos; he noticed Marinette in the corner of one.

He’s still really flexible though.

He actually used to go to see a live rendition of The Nutcracker each Christmas.

He wanted to play the Rat King rlly badly.

He’s got a killer steady hand that makes for rlly good cursive.

He has the neatest handwriting in the class, and takes rlly good notes too—particularly in physics.

He’s also got terrible sense in fashion. He knows good stuff when he sees it, but doesn’t know bad stuff is bad at all.

He really likes milk; in some horrible twist of fate, he’s also lactose intolerant.

He’s totally touch starved and rlly touchy feely w/ certain people.

He refuses to kill bugs. He once screamed and lifted Alya up off her feet for trying to squash a spider in the middle of science class.

He put it in a cup before disappearing for a good five minutes so he could walk all the way over to the park to release it where it would be safe.

He’s English and French.

He really likes gelato—specifically passionfruit; peach is a close second tho.

He knows how to run in heels; has a subtly burning hatred for them.

He really likes light up sneakers though and always wanted a pair.

He knows Morse code.

Rlly ticklish.

Sneezes super loudly.

Really crappy immune system thanks to never being allowed outside his castle walls; he got sick like three times within the first two months of school.

He really likes Piano Man by Billy Joel and can sing and play the whole thing.

Honestly his music taste consists of five types of music: Heavy/classic rock, classical/classical-style music (In The Hall of The Mountain King slaps ok), Billy Joel, chill-somber-sad-theatric-feels-y, and whatever the heck that migraine-inducing bs he’s got stashed in the back is.

His Spotify is a hot mess tbch; lots of spontaneous playlists depending on how he felt at the moment. The titles are usually smth along the lines of “ifykyk”, “vibe”, or “yeah”; either that or just the playlist #.

He has like five that are nice enough to send ppl, and those are the only ones he’s listened to more than twice. They’re called “Classical Vibes”, “Cheese Demon”, “Billy Joel Aesthetic”, “sad”, and “Spontaneous 2am Dance Party OST”.

He’ll literally save recommended playlists and never listen to them.

He never bothers to clean it up though, and has 600+ playlists sitting around.

Also he used to drink a ton of pediasures as a kid and his father doesn’t let him drink them anymore bc he’s not a little kid anymore obviously but he would kill for a muscle milk.

He’ll throw up if he ever tries to eat kale again; it’s a trauma response ok.

Emotion smart but social dumb.

Honestly kinda yandere ngl.

I mean have you seen this man?? Cheez-its man, chill.

He resists when in civilian form but once he’s transformed it’s Full Gremlin Mode activated.

He’s not good at drawing but he does try; he does a lot of blob style digital and is slowly getting better.

He overcomes his feelings of being stuck and not knowing what to do in life as seen in wish maker when he spends time with the Dupain-Chengs and realizes that that is what he wants. He then dreams of working in the bakery one day.

Cannot for the life of him resist eating the batter, ok. He needs it. He’s gonna get heckin’ salmonella one of these days and it’s going to have been worth it.

He gets really good at frosting “flower” cupcakes. He switches to succulents pretty easily after learning how to airbrush. They’re adorable.

Also really good at modeling lil fondant animals and things.

He’s developed separation anxiety surrounding both ladybug and Marinette—he rlly just wants to have both of them in one place at once and he’s rlly sad that it somehow never seems to happen; he’s rlly happy post-reveal.

He rlly loves babysitting; like honestly he loves kids, so so so much; if he weren’t thinking of taking over the bakery (and/or tied down as Chat Noir), he’d probably become a pediatric nurse or a daycare attendant or smth bc 💞💞💞

He’ll leave the press to Ladybug so he can talk w/ the akuma victims and make sure they’re okay.

He’ll escape out his window and climb to high places when stressed to pace.

Once lost a Chat Noir look alike contest.

Has referred to his civilian self as, and I quote, a “dipshit boytoy” whilst en costume.

He became a total night owl thanks to his miraculous but he’s just rlly good at pretending to not be tired.

He’s more cat than he’d like to admit:

He’ll react to catnip when transformed;

He’ll also chase laser pointers;

He subconsciously stares at birds;

Once a bird got stuck in the classroom and everyone was freaking out trying to catch it in a wire trash bin and stuff but it kept evading them so Adrien looked up and pulled out his music, watched it for a second, and then caught it by the feet mid-flight;

He brought it closer to himself and calmed it down as best he could, petting it as he walked over to the window to let it out;

Everyone was flabbergasted but no one said anything as he went back to working and by the time anyone could speak it was kinda late for questions;

He gets the zoomies at the most inconvenient times;

He’s made incredibly uneasy by dogs despite actually being more of a dog person.

Also more destruction powers seeping in alongside the cat attributes:

When he’s is in a funk, there’s crappy cell service, lights flicker, machines go haywire and burn out;

If he’s REALLY upset, drinking glasses and crystal can spontaneously combust;

His powers trickle over into when he’s a civilian;

He just keeps getting more and more frustrated with his computer as it begins to function less and less and keeps giving increasingly worse error codes;

He’s in a funk for the first half the day at school and for some reason the wifi is down;

His mood is lifted after a good lunch break and all of a sudden the computers are working super fast;

Though it frustrates him at first, Adrien learns to hone his powers and either repress or, if needed, direct them.

That’s all I have for now! Feel free to adopt/modify any of these as you please :)

[sillykittyzai]

North Star

Gojo Satoru x reader , hurt/comfort? (Satoru only really) , rlly short

Author notes; I was doing storyboarding for my media assignment and thought of this… I really am a loser media student aren’t I?

North Star is a term in the film industry. If the scene doesn’t follow the message, ‘north star’ in other words, isn’t useful to conveying it, scrap it. As well the north star used for directions by humans for centuries.

Satoru could call (name) his north star. If something in his life doesn’t follow the way they so wish to go he dropped it. To stay by their side. Like his lover would say as a joke, he was like a starving puppy, though he wasn’t ashamed of that fact. He was starving for the way their presence seemed to fill every room, like a protective blanket you would cover yourself with as a kid to hide from imaginary monsters. A familiar feeling he had with someone so many springs ago yet both just as valuable.

(name) couldn’t fill the hole suguru left in his heart but they softened the sharp edge, like melting shattered glass into one to make something new and gentle. A sense of appreciation for the universe giving him someone who hung up the stairs after suguru painted the sky the beautiful black it is.

Or maybe both his lover and best friend both worked together to hang the north star for him.

Satoru tracing the relaxed features of his lover’s face, touch soft and slow. Too make sure they didn’t wake up, knowing they would identify the melancholy that seemed to bleed from him. Something he wasn’t exactly thrilled to explain on the night of Christmas Eve.

Notice what words are slanted in this? Might have a reason :D

[vainvenus]

⌲;꒰Winter Hell Wonderland꒱

Pairing(s): Vance Hopper x Gn!Reader

12 Days of Christmas Prompt: Snow Day!

Summary: Schools out because it snowed like hell and while Vance hated the cold more than anything he's outside in the snow with you.

Includings: More opposites attract, can be read as platonic or romantic but it's mostly platonic, nothing but fluff y'all

An: Look at me being on time because I'm writing this in Study Hall

This is also rlly short so sorry

@finneysbaseball @misalemon1 @nzlikestea @go-on-and-kiss-the-girl @thelorewitch @xxsunflowerloverxx @iluvblueberrymuffinz

Vance peaked from his curtains to look outside, squinting as the snow was practically blinding him. His lips formed into a snarl as he saw the snow continuously falling from the sky and joining the rest that was scattered throughout the ground.

Most would say it was a Winter Wonderland outside since the entire town was covered in snow like those cute mini Christmas sets you see everywhere, but Vance would call it a Winter Hell since he hated the snow.

He just didn't like the cold in general, his closet wasn't made for cold weather with the amount of wifebeaters and short sleeves he owned. He didn't like having to deal with the chance of him getting sick and the cold just made him uncomfortable.

But one good thing about the horrible weather was that school was called off because the roads weren't in good condition to drive in so he could be happy about that.

Vance closed his curtains and went to lay back down in his bed, there was no way he was gonna walk all the way to Grab-And-Go in freezing weather like this and there wasn't like there wasn't anything more to do.

As soon as he was getting comfortable under the warm covers he had heard a knock at the door and he groaned, flipping on his side and hoping that whoever it was would just go away.

But they didn't, the knocking had continued and after about three minutes of dealing with continuous knocking he got up and hurried down the stairs, sliding to the front door.

Vance cracked the door open a bit and was ready to start shouting at whoever he could see through it but he stopped once he saw you with a huge grin on your face.

He rolled his eyes and opened the door, letting you in as you shook off the snow from your coat, hat and mittens. Stomping on the doormat to free your boots from the snow.

He glanced out the window, noticing that snow still wasn't letting up before he looked back to you. "The hell are you doing out in this weather?"

"What do you mean? This is perfect weather to play in, Vance." You said, gesturing to the boy who was still in his pajamas "The real question is why aren't you dressed yet?"

He had looked at you with an indescribable expression but it was a mixture of disgust and pure confusion. "I'm not going out in that hell."

"Oh c'mon, Vance! It'll be fun!" You had said with a bright smile on your face.

"No."

You nudged his shoulder, making Vance shudder as the cold fabric of their coat brushed against his arm. "I'll buy you those tickets to that racecar show you've been dying to go to."

"I'm not that easy to bribe." He retorted.

"Front row seats."

♡

"I...f...fucking hate you." Vance shivered, even though he was wearing two winter coats, his thickest pair of jeans, snow boots, wool gloves and a hat, he was still freezing cold as he dug his face further into his coats.

You had only giggled as you were laying in the snow, limbs spread out like an "X" as you were moving them back and forth so that you could make a snow angel.

"If you wanna stay warm then you gotta move around." You stated and he had grumbled something incoherent under his breath.

"Why not join me and make a snow angel right next to mine?" You had said, looking up at him as he was standing over you with a slight glare.

"And get more snow in my hair and deal with my ass literally freezing? No thanks." He scoffed as he looked up at the sky, seeing that it was beginning to snow even more.

You shruggd and got up, bending over to make a smiley face on your Angel before you had started to make a small ball of snow before rolling it along more.

"What're you doing?" The blonde questioned as he watched you roll around in a circle to create a huge looking snowball.

"Building a snowman, duh."

He huffed, his air coming out like smoke as he did so, watching as you were starting to roll up the second ball for the snowman.

"After you do that can we head back in? I can't feel my toes or fingers."

You shook your head, rolling your eyes. "You're so overdramatic. You should consider acting the way you're being such a drama queen."

"I'm not being dramatic!" He had exclaimed, now rubbing his legs together. "I'm fucking freezing my balls off so let's wrap this shit up."

You pushed the snow for the second ball towards the snowman, looking over at Vance who was shaking like he'd been trapped in a deep freezer.

It was a funny sight that you started to giggle since he looked like a penguin whenever he was attempting to move around to creative any kind of heat as you had suggested earlier.

Vance was a little right though, it felt like it was getting colder and even as much as you loved the snow you wanted to get back where it was warm and maybe convince the boy to watch a Christmas movie with you.

"Fine, we can go in after I'm done." You said and he had groaned, only agreeing because he knew there wouldn't be a middle ground.

You lifted the second ball of snow on top of the first and looked back to Vance. "Why don't you help me with Bob?"

"Bob?" His brows furrowed as he stopped waddling around and you gestured to the snowman in making. "Bob!"

"We are not naming that snowman, Bob." Vance said, rolling up some snow so that he could help make the head and help the process go by faster so he could hurry up and get inside.

"What's wrong with Bob?" You asked and he had snorted. "It's basic and it's stupid. Who names a snowman Bob?"

"Me! And I think it's a lovely name."

"Well I think it's boring."

"Okay. Do you have any bright ideas for a name?" You questioned as Vance walked over and placed the last ball of snow on top and he had looked at it up and down.

"Don't know yet, he doesn't have a face so I can't put a name to him. See that's why you're a bad namer. You named him before he even had a face."

"Namer isn't even a word. So since you don't know proper English I think I should name him." You took some buttons from your pocket, placing them on the snowman as Vance broke two twigs from the trees.

"Well I think I should name him because I wouldn't name him something stupid like Bob." The blonde replied, sticking the twigs at the side of your snowman.

He stepped back, staring it after you were finally finished. It had black buttons for eyes that were a bit lopsided and a small button smile with two pink buttons were it's cheeks would be.

Vance turned his head back to you "Where's his nose?"

"Forgot it."

"Another reason why you shouldn't name him."

You had playfully narrowed your eyes at him "Fine, what do you wanna call him?"

He stared at the snowman for a bit, his foot tapping against the snow before he had smiled and looked back to you. "Pud."

"Pud?" You repeated in complete confusion and he had nodded, gesturing to the snowman.

"Pud. Short for puddle which is what he'll be when this bullshit weather blows over."

You gasped and put your ears over Pud's ears as if he had any, glaring up at Vance as he had a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Yeah, he'll be a huge big puddle that I'll stomp in."

Before you could even make another remark Vance had cut you off as he let out a sneeze, it was high pitched and made his nose scrunch up which would've made you laugh if you weren't fearing it was gonna be the start of a cold or something else.

"Bless you..."

He sniffled. "I swear to God if I got sick because you wanted to play around in the snow I'm gonna kil- achool!"

You had smiled nervously, hiding being Pud/Bob.

"Well think about it this way...if you are sick then that means-"

"Achoo! Achoo!"

You winced, smile straining as Vance sniffled and his nose and cheeks were starting to grow a faint pinkish red shade. "I won't beg you to come back out?"

And if you didn't have fast reflexes Vance would've had you in his grasp as he lunged at you and you had ran off almost tripping in the snow as the boy was yelling profanities while he chased after you.

And what do you know? The next day Vance did end up with a slight cold.

"I fucking hate you.." He mumbled, his stuffy nose making him sound all weird as he blew his nose into the tissue and tossed it into the trashbin.

You had chuckled nervously as you handed him a cup of tea even though he requested a pop. "Hey, but at least those racecar tickets will be worth it...right?"

"They better be, or the next time it snows I'm burying you."