#will probably cross post to other socials tomorrow

[iintervallum]

empire siblings fanart! finally completed this wip, or to be more specific I got to a point where i'm happy with it lol.

[ID: First image is digital drawing of Beauregard Lionett and Caleb Widogast together standing by a bookshelf. Beau is pictured holding an open book, Caleb is pictured taking a book out of the shelf. The next two images are close ups of each characters face.]

[ghoststyles]

You Should Probably Leave

This one shot is inspired by You Should Probably Leave by Chris Stapleton! Hope you enjoy.

3.4K. Smut. Fingering, oral sex, vaginal sex, degradation, the works. hehehe.

The feeling of the pair of lips gently ghosting down your collar bone sends you back in time. A simpler time. Two college students madly in love, unsure where their lives would take them. 

You smile gently, drinking in the scene around you; a warm fire lit, a nearly empty bottle of red wine, and a pair of strong hands dancing around your post-baby curves. Throwing your head back, you gasp when he nips and sucks at the soft part of your neck. Pawing at his lap, his hard prick creates a noticeable tent in his pants. 

You had a long day. The baby is teething, your nipples are dry and cracked, and you haven’t had an adult conversation in what feels like weeks. It’s been Miss Rachel and Cocomelon until your ears bleed. You’re not sure if it was the wine, but it’s like you’ve been brought back to life. It helps that your husband, an esteemed surgeon, is on his 3rd 24-hour call shift in a two-week span, giving you plenty of time to occupy yourself.

It started off innocent, your friendship with Harry. Your heart stopped when you realized who moved into the house across the street just 6 months ago. The other moms fawned over the new single bachelor in the neighborhood, not realizing it was Harry. Your Harry. Your college boyfriend who you thought you’d run off into the sunset with and travel the world. 

In an effort to establish that you’re a married woman, you brought a fresh plate of cookies to his door, your husband in tow. Harry’s slightly perplexed and shocked look on his face when he opened the front door that day was quickly wiped away when your husband introduced yourselves to him. 

It wasn’t until a few days later when you got Harry alone. Would he act like he has no idea who you are? Or would it be like a single day hasn’t passed since you left him at your college graduation, not knowing about the ring in his pocket as your parents and grandparents celebrated around you?

You were going on different paths in life, after all. Harry was a risk taker; you, on the other hand, are someone who craves routine and discipline. That’s what you repeat to yourself, trying to convince your brain that he’s not the love of your life. Even 6 years later. 

You approach Harry as he is getting his mail one day. Looking around, making sure the nosy moms weren’t around, or your husband isn’t miraculously home from work. 

“Hi, Sunny,” Harry says, swallowing thickly. 

His words send a punch to your gut. The nickname he called you for over 4 years hits the same, even after all this time. Your husband’s terms of endearment don’t hold a candle to this. 

Hesitantly, you cross the street, your arms crossing over your chest to try and slow your beating heart. 

“Hi, neighbor. How’d that happen?”

“Are you the only one allowed to come back and live in their college town?”

Ice cold. You weren’t prepared for that kind of response. 

“Not at all. Just unexpected, I guess.”

“I think it’s my turn to do something unexpected.”

You nod, pursing your lips in anxiety. You turn to go back in your house, feeling defeated. 

“I don’t have social media. I didn’t know you lived here,” he replies gruffly. “If you want to come over for coffee tomorrow morning, you can. I work from home.”

“Okay,” you reply softly, unsure if this is a real invite. Scurrying into the house, you wipe away a small tear that formed in the corner of your eye. Fucking postpartum emotions. 

Your racing thoughts are brought to an end when Harry snakes his hand over your stomach. He moans at the excess skin and fat, knowing you brought a life into this world. Weekly coffee dates between neighbors turned into wine nights when the baby goes down. All unbeknownst to your husband and neighbors. 

He finally slides his hands in your panties, gently swirling your clit, sending your head back on his shoulder. The stress melts off your body when he inserts his middle finger. 

“Mhm, squeeze me, Sunny. Take what you need,” Harry pants in your ear quietly. The baby monitor rests on the side table next to you. 

High-pitched whines escape your mouth as he massages your g-spot gently. The angle isn’t allowing him to speed up his thrusts. You come, loudly, a few minutes later as Harry sponges more kisses on your neck and temple. 

Shifting to your knees, you simultaneously pull his pants down, his boxers following suit. His prick bobs up, smacking him in the stomach. You nearly keel over, excited to have your mouth on him, as if you haven’t been doing this several nights a week when your husband is at work. 

The ruddy tip is dribbling pre come, the perfect lubricant. Since he knows you’re dirty, you spit on him anyway. Harry lets out a mixture of a sigh and whine, desperate to feel your warm mouth on him. You take the plunge, trying to shove as much of him down as you can. It’s hard, but you manage to slightly swipe your nose on the hair at his base. 

He’s a man now. He was back then, too. But he’s a man now. The slight belly; a contrast from his rock hard abs in college. And his face is aged, but in a good way. His stamina remains unchanged. A few more sucks and pumps of his dick and balls sends him spiraling. Ropes of his come hit the back of your throat. You absolutely keen as he grunts and thrusts one last time.

With a pop, you slide your mouth off, looking at him with hazy eyes. You roll to the side, laying your chin on his meaty thigh, just above his tiger tattoo. 

Harry sighs, knowing what comes next.

I know it ain’t all that late but you should probably leave. And I recognize the look in your eyes, yeah, you should probably leave.

You cover up your bare chest with your sweater, pulling your discarded sleep shorts back on.

“He’ll be home soon, and I want to feed the baby one more time before bed. I hope you understand.”

Harry nods, his face unwilling to let on how much your words hurt. He stands, pulling up his pants and boxers, slipping his sweatshirt overhead. 

Harry understood the first time. And the second. And even the third. But, here you both are, months later, entertaining this completely heinous affair. But, he just can’t fucking let you go.

‘Cause I know you, and you know me. And we both know where this is gonna lead

You excused the lingering; the extra kisses. You’ve even let Harry stay in your bed until the minute your husband pulled into the driveway. It’s gone on too long, and you need to set boundaries. But you can’t fucking let him go.

You want me to say that I want you to stay, so you should probably leave

You know it’s wrong. You’re not naive. It’s not even about hurting your husband. The unmitigated amount of guilt that comes from leading Harry on is more than enough to send you straight to hell. 

It was dumb luck, Harry moving in across the street. He had to hear about your new life through mutual college friends for years as hestruggled in relationship after relationship. You went off and married a future doctor. A sure thing. At graduation, Harry scored a job in tech. Sure, the field was new at the time, but it wasn’t like he was taking a major risk. You got cold feet and fled.

Harry leans down to place one more chaste kiss on your lips before he wordlessly slips out the door toward his own house. You stare out the window after him until a shrill cry rings over the baby monitor, catapulting you into your reality.

And it’s hard to resist, just one kiss, then you should probably leave

~

When Harry knocks on your door around 11PM just two nights after the last encounter with an overnight bag in hand, you’re not sure what to say. The baby went down easier tonight, allowing you to feel more relaxed.

“I talked to him yesterday at the gym. He said he’d be on call at the hospital until tomorrow morning.”

You nod, confirming what he’s saying. Your husband kissed you goodbye after a failed attempt at intimacy this morning. You made up some excuse of feeling off, so he jerked himself in the shower while you laid in fetal position, the guilt eating you alive. 

Harry storms past you, immediately heading to your bedroom. The bedroom you share with your husband. The bedroom just down the hall from your sleeping baby. You sigh, closing the front door gently. 

Harry places his bag on the chair in the corner, taking note of the clothing strewn around the room. He’d hate to leave behind an article of his clothing that would expose their secret. Harry pulls his shirt off by the collar, baring his chest to you. 

It never fails to smack the wind out of you. His toned, tattooed abdomen is illuminated by the lamp in the corner. You place your palms on his pecs, leaning in for a hungry kiss. You can tell he doesn’t want to talk tonight. 

“Strip,” He demands in between kisses.

You meet his gaze, giving your best puppy dog eyes. He doesn’t buy it. You peel off your sleep shirt and shorts, leaving yourself in a pair of white panties.

“Face down, ass up, Sunny.”

A shrill whine escapes your frowning mouth. You put up little protest and situate yourself on the bed. It’s tantalizing, the hold he has on you. The history. The lore. The taboo nature of your relationship. If that’s what you can call it.

You crawl onto the bed, ignoring the framed photo from your wedding day on the bedside table. Harry stands at the foot of the bed, admiring your plump ass, a small wet patch forming in the gusset of the panties. 

Harry lightly palms your ass as you jam your head further into the comforter. He squeezes and pulls at the skin, debating where to start. He starts by rubbing his middle and ring fingers over the wet patch.

Increasing the pressure, he leans over you, his lips tickling the shell of your ear, “I’m gonna eat you out, fuck you, fill you up, and we’re gonna keep these panties on. A little treat for when your husband comes home.”

Fuck. 

“Harry, fuck,” you stutter.

He’s now face to face with your backside. You feel one lewd, long, lick up your folds - through your underwear. It’s so, so good. In between licks, you hear him speak again.

“You know what I can’t figure out?” He asks, almost laughing to himself.

You dare not to respond, instead focus on his assault to your pussy. His grip on your thighs is that of the jaws of life, destined to leave marks.

“I’ve been fucking tearing this pussy up for,” he trails off. “Months, now? And your dumb fuck husband still has no idea? Not a clue about our history? How you were mine first? Does he even pay a crumb of attention to you?”

You cry out after a big swipe, the tickling feeling of the damp fabric on your pussy lips driving you wild. You’re holding back big, fat crocodile tears. You’re in this situation because you want to have your cake and eat it, too. 

“Tell me, Sunny. Does he fuck you with the lights off? Or a quickie in the shower? If he’s the love of your life, then why do you have to get attention from me? Hm?��

Fisting the comforter, the tears are now falling rapidly. You choke out a sob and clench your pussy around nothing. 

Again, you don’t answer his questions. Instead, he picks up the pace of his licks, focusing directly on your clit. He knows the left side is more sensitive than the right, so his tongue stays swirling in that direction. 

You come, quickly and loudly, smacking your hand against the bed. Harry chuckles to himself bitterly. Your head is still spinning, but you feel Harry peel back the gusset of the panties and slide the tip of his cock through the folds. 

He still has his pants on, but the buttons are popped open and his cock is sticking out over the band of his underwear. The edge of the lacy fabric touching the sensitive head makes him grunt out a moan. 

“Always so fucking needy. You need me, don’t you, Sunny? Tell me,” he mocks.

“I need you, Harry,” you whimper, your body ready to collapse to the bed. 

“Mm-mm. Tell me who you need right now, Sunny.”

“You, Daddy. I need you,” your wobbly lip makes you sound pathetic. 

He plunges in at your words, both of you gasping at the same time. You’re made for one another; You’re the lock and he’s the key. Even on the best nights with your husband, he gives you a mediocre performance at best. Your thrusts are never timed, and he refuses to talk dirty in your ear. 

“That’s right, Sunny. Good girl,” he mocks you again, his thrusts sending shockwaves throughout your body. You can feel his thumb trace around the edge of your asshole, making you mewl.

Harry leans over you, enveloping his body over yours. His lips ghost your ear again. The tone of his voice is low and sultry.

“Y’know what I think, Sunny girl?” he asks, sucking your earlobe into his mouth. “I bet you wish that sweet little baby in the other room was mine. Bet you wish it was me you walked down the aisle to.”

You gasp, heart stopping at the mention of your baby. Up until this point, you’ve been able to compartmentalize this part of your life. You start to protest, but he slips his right hand around your throat, squeezing gently. 

“Hm? Based on the way you’re squeezing me, I think I’m right,” the smug tone of voice is glaringly obvious. “Think of the life we could’ve had, Sunny. I think about it every day of my fucking life. Would’ve given you the world.”

Like a devil on my shoulder you keep whisperin’ in my ear. And it’s gettin’ kinda hard for me to do the right thing here. I wanna do the right thing, baby

“I know,” you finally choke out. Your conversations during your romps remain light, usually. But, tonight. Tonight feels different. His grip on your throat tightens as you feel him start to slow his thrusts. "Fuck, Harry. I know."

“Thought I’d hit the lottery when you and your husband knocked on my door that day. Thought I’d been given a second chance. Finally have you forever.” 

He’s fully panting at this point, and you’re unsure how he’s even talking. You clench around him, making him moan again. He kisses your neck, sweat freely dripping all over both of you. Instead of burying deep in you, he pulls out slightly as he comes, coating the inside and outside of your pussy, and dripping into the panties. 

It’s lewd, and disgusting. But, it’s everything. 

Harry’s lifts his body from his place on top of you, the slight breeze his shifting caused making you shiver. Harry moves to a half standing position to grab his phone off the bedside table. He snaps a quick photo of the scene in front of him.

You look ethereal. Your perfect, plump ass is complimented by the underwear now doused in his scent and spunk. The contrast of the dry and wet parts of the panties has him wanting to jerk off again. 

Reluctantly, he pulls out, and uses his thumb to snap the fabric back in place. He doubts your husband will even give you the time of day once he’s home. But, it’d be an epic way for your secret to be exposed. 

It’s nearing 1AM, so Harry stands to go into your ensuite to fetch a towel. Now, you’ve fully collapsed into the bed. He gently wipes just enough cum from around your pussy and thighs. He leaves a majority of it for the treasure hunt.

You finally build up the strength and courage to pick up a discarded T-shirt on the floor. At the same time, he’s putting on a fresh pair of boxers from his bag. You can’t bring yourself to meet his eye as you start reeling over the degrading words that came out of his mouth. You have every right to be disgusted by him, but you can’t bring yourself to be. Because he’s not wrong. 

You’d made a mistake. You knew about 6 months into your marriage. You loved your husband. Or maybe the idea of him. You met him when he was 2 years into his surgical residency. The perks and the bragging rights of dating a doctor got to your head. Every date, every argument and every moment of adversity had you wondering what it’d have been like with Harry. 

Life with Harry was easy. You got the best of both worlds; a hot boyfriend and a fun social life. But, when your sister introduced you to a man with a full 8-year plan carved out, you chose the safe option. What a fuck-up that was. 

Harry climbs into the bed next to you, still not saying a word. That’s the thing. With Harry, you don’t have to. Your energies and emotions just work. He gently pulls you down so you’re laying horizontally on your side, and he slots his legs between yours, nuzzling his face in your neck. 

In this moment, everything feels right. 

~

Harry didn’t sleep much. He tried. But, something deep inside him was gnawing at his soul. His eyes were closed the whole night, but he never quite crossed the threshold into sleep. 

He still had all his five senses; the sliver of light from the lamppost outside; the slight white noise coming from the radiator; the smell of your shampoo mixed with the lewd activities of tonight; the feel of your hot skin touching his; and finally, the residual taste of your pussy on his tongue. 

The sun is rising now, signaling the end of your time together.

The sliver of light on your frame has his heart bursting with adoration. It’s true, what he’d said before. He does think about what your future would’ve been like. Your long eyelashes cast shadows on your slightly cherub cheeks. You would’ve made beautiful children. Gone on memorable family trips. And at the end of the day, fucking love each other.

Sun on your skin, 6AM and I been watchin’ you sleep. And honey, I’m so afraid you’re gonna wake up and say that you should probably leave. 

A year ago, Harry thought you’d leave your husband by now. But, as time goes on, his odds of getting you back are getting less and less. His heart is breaking all over again. 

You feel him stir, so you turn over and smile at him. You run your hands up and down his bare chest, feeling every prickly hair. He smiles back at you, not saying a word.

You finally pipe up, a clear, sad tone, “Y’know how much I hate saying this.”

“I should probably leave.”

You nod sadly, placing a kiss on his chest. It’s honestly a miracle the baby hasn’t woken up yet. Harry kisses you, his thumb grabbing your chin. It lasts a few minutes until you pull away. Your husband is due home in less than 45 minutes.

I want you to stay, but you’ll probably say that you should probably leave.

You should probably leave. 

Harry rises to sit at the side of the bed, grabbing his phone. 6:12 AM. You think he’s fiddling with his phone to prolong his stay. His bag is already packed by the door. You smile to yourself, happy to have your lover by your side. He places one last kiss on your forehead.

Before Harry stands, he sends off an email to his realtor, confirming the sale of his house. $15,000 over asking price. It was a private showing, with an agreement that Harry would be out of the house in two weeks. 

He already purchased a home — Approximately 1,326 miles away from this one. Everything is set. His mind is made up.

Harry stands, grabbing his bag. He takes one last look at you as he stands in the doorframe, an unreadable look on his face.

“Bye, Sunny girl.”

[fandsart]

Sickening Disparity

Sick-fic based on the comment @stevesbipanic made on this post

Steve was supposed to be here like a half an hour ago. He told Eddie he’d help him prepare some stuff for Wayne’s birthday tomorrow. Mostly the cake, since Eddie’s admittedly terrible in the kitchen. Especially baking. So when Steve offered to help it was a huge relief. He knew he could save some money on a store-bought cake for other activities for the day.

He really wants to be frustrated, but getting to know Steve over the past eight months, well, he wouldn’t just bail. He’s had people abandon him before to get other people—bullies—off of their backs, so it’s always something he’s paranoid about. It’s why he was so willing to drop Lucas from Hellfire, so sure that Lucas was down a path of the inevitable anyway, leaving the ‘light side’ behind. But he knows Steve has already been on the other end of the social curve. He already knows what he’s giving up and he’s talked about how glad he is to have dropped his social status. Giving him the benefit of the doubt he heads to the phone and calls Family Video, hoping he just got held up at work.

Only to hear from Kieth that Steve called off work that day.

The speed at which his thought process instantly goes straight from trying to talk himself out of judging Steve and being upset about being stood up– from telling himself that he knows Steve wouldn’t do that, to concern gave him mental whiplash. Something’s wrong. He calls Steve’s house three times before resorting to the walkie talkie.

“Has anyone seen Steve?”

“Have you checked his job?” Dustin voices back slowly like he’s talking to a child.

“I’m not an idiot. Kieth said he called in sick, but he’s not answering his home phone.”

“Yeah…” Lucas says, “it’s been getting colder out. If I were sick I wouldn’t want to wander away from his bed either.”

“Yeah, he’s probably just at home,” Dustin says. “You can check on him if you’re really worried, but if he called in sick he’s probably safe. If there was a serious emergency he’d let us know about any kind of code red at the same time.”

“I think he should check on him,” Lucas says. “He can’t be getting much better there.”

“That’s a good point. Eddie, can you bring him to your place maybe? At least pop by his place?”

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When Lucas said that, Eddie had assumed he meant that Steve couldn’t be getting better all alone, especially if he didn’t want to leave his bed for whatever reason- well… Eddie thinks he knows why Steve might not want to leave his bed now. Especially if he was sick.

Because when Steve doesn’t answer the door, as expected really, and Eddie finds the door unlocked, upon entering he expects to feel the relief of heat flooding around him, only to find no temperature change at all. Which is just so unexpected. It’s not even 35 degrees out! Why would someone have their heat off right now? Even Wayne’s turned their heat on by now!

He still lives at his parents’ house doesn’t he?

“Steve!” he calls uncertainly. “Are you here?” At the lack of response he peaks out the door again to double check that he had seen Steve’s car on the way in. With the confirmation that it still sits in the driveway, he knows the chances of him not being here are slim.

Still, he rushes up to where he knows Steve’s room is from the few times he came over a few months ago. On that minuscule chance he’s not here, that would be a major cause for concern. He knocks on the bedroom door, not receiving an answer, but opens the door slowly at the subtle sound of shifting sheets. “Stevie? You doing ok?” His visible breath crosses the barrier to the room before he does.

“Eddie?” Steve croaks, poking his head out from the layers of covers where he was fully buried. He looks between Eddie and his clock. “Oh, shit… I swear I didn’t expect to sleep that long.”

“Jesus, Stevie, it’s freezing in here.”

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“‘Sorry about that?’”

“Well I didn’t exactly expect you to be here.”

“Ok, let me rephrase. Why is it so cold in here?”

Steve sighs. “This hasn’t really been an issue since high school, but I’ve been saving up for a deposit to get my own place.”

“What hasn’t been an issue since high school?”

“Heating and cooling expenses.”

“I don’t think I’m following. Why would you have issues with that in high school?”

Steve shrugs jerkily through the feverous shivers that wrack his body, burying deeper into his blankets. “My allowances were only so high. Things got easier once I got a job, but since I want to get my own place I’ll be at square one for a while.”

“I feel like… I’m lagging… You made more money at Scoops Ahoy than you got from your parents.”

“To be fair, most of my meals were provided by the school at the time. It only got really hard during the summer.”

“They didn’t-” he cuts himself off seeing Steve pull the comforters further up his face, covering his lips, which Eddie now realizes are purple. “Ok, we will continue this conversation later, but for now we’re taking you to my place. Now come on. The engine’s still running, so it should be nice and warm in the van.” Steve looks tempted, but hesitant, before sitting fully up with a large shudder.

The transfer from carpet to hardwood, then later concrete are hard to watch, but it’s definitely worth it when Steve sinks in the passenger seat of the van and relaxes. Not fully, but a hell of a lot better than what was going on before.

“I’m gonna lock up your place, alright?”

Steve gives a little hum and a nod. “Keys’re on my dresser.”

On his way out, Eddie heads to the kitchen with the intent on grabbing a vegetable or something. He knows those are good for when you’re sick and he figures anything Steve has will be better than whatever canned shit he and Wayne have at the trailer. Especially knowing what a cook Steve is, he makes the assumption that Steve keeps a large stock of things.The only things in the fridge are milk, butter, and eggs; all frozen.

Eddie swears under his breath as he shuts the fridge a tad harshly. All he finds in the freezer is ice. It gets the same treatment as the fridge. When he checks the cabinets he finds the stock of ingredients he’d initially assumed Steve would have but it’s all more baseline stuff. Flour, oats, salt, spices. He practically growls in frustration at the lack of resources on his way out the door.

He’s about ready to start questioning Steve again about this entire situation, only to find him asleep in the van.

“Fuck’s sake,” he grumbles as he puts the van into gear.

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The drive back gives him plenty of time to think about it. Usually he turns his music up loud enough to not have to think at all. That’s how he prefers it. But he doesn’t want to wake Steve up. So it plays at a low volume while Eddie goes over the facts in his head.

It’s Eddie’s second senior year, and Steve’s first, well, only senior year. Steve’s been less of a jerk the past few years, but Eddie can’t help but be annoyed when he hears Steve complain about needing new shoes. Because the thing is, Eddie just knows he’ll be getting a new pair by the next day. He must be setting up the idea in people’s minds so he doesn’t look so self centered when he goes around showing them off. Eddie rolls his eyes at the audacity and he’s standing on the table before he can stop himself

He looks at Steve, still wrapped up in the comforter, just his head and feet poking out. He didn’t bother grabbing his shoes on the way out. His socks are visibly wet now from the now melted snow that fell last night.

“Oh, have you owned those name brand running shoes for a day too long? Get a grass stain on them? You know not all of us get credit cards at the age of 12 because our parents are willing and able to provide anything their precious little child could want. Some of us can’t even afford long showers. Only getting so long before the faucets start spitting out ice.”

Eddie still doesn’t know why the house was left so cold. He’d like to try to convince himself that Steve thought it would be a way to combat the fever, but, no, Steve’s already confirmed it had to do with saving. It sounded like he was meant to pay for heating and cooling with his allowance back in high school, but why? The scenario is so bizarre. His parents would give him money to put into heating anyway? It comes out of their pocket anyway! What’s the point of that? Maybe if they wanted to teach him some kind of lesson about priorities?

“My uncle doesn’t even turn his heat on until mid-september,” Eddie goes on. “Have you ever skipped a meal to afford a new coat? Or any clothes for that matter? Huh, Mr. Polo and Nikes? Never had to cultivate a style on a budget?”

Glancing over he sees Steve’s hair sweat-plastered to his forehead. He might be getting a little bit too hot now in the heated vehicle and under all three blankets. They’re almost to Eddie’s trailer now, so he can situate Steve to a better condition while he asks him to elaborate on the situation.

It’s a little weird. He’s never really conversed with Steve, and yeah he’s annoyed that Steve gets to take his silver spoon for granted, but something seems off. Steve’s usually a pretty good sport whenever he goes on his little rants. Usually he goes after how people adhere to the stereotypes of their cliques, and he’ll often spot Steve laughing along or making a ‘fair enough’ face, even when his statements definitely apply to him too. But he doesn’t react at all this time. Doesn’t even seem annoyed at all; just stares back blankly at Eddie. He’s used to getting some read out on him. He knows it’s irrational, but it really does serve to piss him off even more.

Waking Steve up made Eddie feel so guilty. He’d fallen back asleep so fast, and he’d already been sleeping all day. He must truly be exhausted. Steve hobbling to the front door is a miserable sight. His socks are now browning with mud from the squishy ground he’s walking on. Eddie holds the door for him, and he nods in thanks, but never complaining about the cold, despite shivering so hard he physically could not have openned the door on his own.

“Priveleged, spoiled bitch,” Eddie grumbles as he hops down from the table.

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He gets Steve new clothes first. His warmest pajamas and some of his uncle's thick work socks. Then he pulls out some of the canned soup they have stored for just such an occasion. The soup doesn’t take long, and by the time he finishes Steve is sitting on the couch, outfit changed. He’s not asleep now, but he’s still visibly tired. He’s shed two of the three comforters, but he still shivers slightly under the layers.

“Your clothes are soft. I put my stuff in your washer by the way. I don’t know how yours works so they’re just sitting in there, but it was empty.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Eddie says, passing the bowl over to Steve. “I’ll take care of it later. For now… I guess I’m a little confused about why your house was an ice block.”

Steve huffs out a small laugh. “My parents pay for the heating and cooling, but they aren’t always home, so it doesn’t always get paid for.” He shrugs. “When I was in high school I could go to Tommy’s because his parents were also away most of the time, but then we had our falling out. When I got a job I could start heating for the power myself, but I’m saving up now.”

Eddie can’t think of a follow up to that before Steve fully drains the bowl of soup.

“I, uh, haven’t eaten since this morning and it was just toast,” he explains shyly.

Eddie takes the bowl to the sink and finds a sleeve of crackers to bring back to Steve, along with a glass of water.

“Sorry about, uh…” Steve starts when Eddie enters the room again. “I mean, I know we had plans today. I was hoping I’d be able to sleep it off before I had to be here, but then I just slept through it I guess.”

“Dude it’s fine. You can’t help your shitty immune system.” He gets flipped off for that comment. “Just next time let people know you’re sick when you have plans with them. Also, next time leave your freezing house! No wonder you weren’t getting any better!”

Steve laughs a bit, which devolves into a coughing fit. “I’d hope to have my own place by the time I’m sick again,” he says once his coughs subside. That’s when Eddie changes his priorities from getting more answers to getting Steve to finish eating what he has before giving him medicine and moving him to Eddie’s bed to sleep the rest off.

As they make a last minute cake the next day, he learns about how Steve’s parents used to give him 10 dollars to survive on per week since he was 8. About how they limited his budget to keep him from buying things that contradicts their image; so that he would only wear the clothes that they provided. About how they didn’t want to waste money heating the whole house if Steve would be the only one home, only really using 3 rooms.

He feels like he should maybe be more shocked, but everything he’s learned about Steve suddenly makes so much more sense. The way he’s behaved over the past months; not having a single moment of culture shock when exposed to Eddie or Robin’s means of living.

He remembers a time when Dustin asked Steve for ‘a loan’ and Steve told him that if he needed money to ‘mow the neighbor’s lawn like all the other kid his age.’ Eddie remembered thinking it was kind of hypocritical, but was largely dismissive of it. But he gets it now. It was an expression of his own experiences.

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Obsession | Eddie Munson

Day Eleven of Kinktober

Summary: Eddie's obsession with you has been fun and games - late night drives, hookups and even a couple of dates. He has seemed to cross a line as of late, marking you as his territory.

wc: ~2.5k

Pairings: Ghostface!Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader

Warnings: this has to do with a serial killer and is smutty so an obvious 18+ MDNII!!! Is in order. Murder and serial killers, blood, knife play, mask play, consensual non consent at first, oral (m receiving), anal play, protected p in v sex, established relationships.

in collaboration with the amazing @darknesseddiem! stay tuned for their prompts next week!

a/n: I know I am now technically a day behind but I promise it will pick up. Today is my birthday so I will probably end up posting two stories tomorrow instead of today! I am definitely willing to turn this universe into a series if you're interested! Potential for Ghostface!reader is definitely budding!

Your ponytail flicked as you bounced on the balls of your feet. The gym was full of screaming teens, but he couldn’t be seen from the bleachers. No, you knew he was there but he wouldn’t let you know exactly where. The buzzer on the wall blared signaling a win for the tigers. All of the green and white jerseys flocked to the center of the basketball court to celebrate the win - in what Eddie thought was a barbaric and a little homoerotic show of muscles and lack of cranium. He loathed these games with all of his heart, he loathed Jason Carver - jock and sole reason Eddie’s gaggle of freshman DnD nerds were scared to walk alone down the hallways - the most. Of course his manicured smile sauntered up to you and your horde of preppy ponytails. He hated the toxic positivity second to Jason. But you were different. You and your sunshiny smile encountered Eddie underneath the bleachers, a joint in your hand and flush across your cheeks. Eddie had hid away from PE, and you were hiding from Andy Dwyer and his endless barrage of courting offers. He had laid hands on you before, and each time he would ask you out, he would get more and more aggressive. You told this to Eddie in blind confidence, the attraction and understanding between the two of you magnetic. You and Eddie were fast and strange friends, and either even odder romantically. The line was crossed after you both had snuck to the back woods lining the Harrington house during one of his bi-weekly ragers. He had drunkedly kissed you and when he backed away, you pulled him back in. You had been inseparable ever since - well understandably, save school and other social events. Eddie wasn’t dumb - you had a lot going for you and being seen with him would be social suicide. And that’s why the freckle on your glowing reputation that was Andy Dwyer needed to be wiped away.

Hawkins High was shocked at the passing of one of the basketball meatheads, of course. They found his body strung up in one of the basketball hoops, a neat puddle of blood dripping onto the hardwood below. You came running to Eddie to his picnic table, eyes wide and face pale. 

“Teddy, you’re never going to believe what happened. Oh god I feel like I’m going to throw up.” you panted. Eddie rose, expression stoic as he wrapped himself around you.

“What’s going on sweetheart?” Eddie’s voice laced with fake surprise.

“A-Andy… someone… they killed him. Like murdered him. Apparently the custodians found him flayed and stuffed into the fucking basketball hoop.” You could feel tears of horror threatening to spill through your curled lashes. You looked up at Eddie, who was surprisingly calm. He looked down at you with cold eyes.

“Well, guess he finally got what he deserved.” You pulled at the lapels on Eddie’s vest. 

“Eddie, people are saying this is an attack against the popular people. What if one of the cheerleaders is next? Wh-what if I’m next?” You whimpered. Saying these things out loud made you more scared than you thought you were. Eddie’s hands migrated down your arms to your hips and he lifted you to sit on the edge of the old wooden picnic table. 

“Listen to me. Nothing is going to happen to you. As long as I’m around, you’ll be safe. I’ll always be watching, okay?” Eddie eyed you carefully, wishing he could tell you everything so you really didn’t have to worry but it was still too soon. You would know everything in due time. You nodded your head slowly and Eddie pulled you in to kiss your trembling lip still. You heard the bell ringing in the distance and pulled away from him. 

“Shit, I gotta go to math or else Mr. Finnigan is gonna kill me.” you pouted. Eddie stepped back to let you off the table. You grabbed his cheek and pulled him in for one more kiss. You turned and hastily trudged through the field to the school, looking back at your mop headed boyfriend. His usual dopey smile was replaced with a clenched jaw. You entered the school and tried to push down the sick feeling in your gut that Eddie might know more about Andy than he let on. 

Eddie often climbed through your window late at night. Your parents didn’t approve of you dating, especially a person like Eddie Munson, but he was good to you, better than any of the jocks or preps that would be a parent’s wet dream to be introduced to. You were reminded of that again that night, when Jason Carver got too close and crossed way too many lines when he thought no one was looking. ‘His friend was dead’ he said. ‘He just needed some company,’ he said. Still no excuse to pull you in by your arm and press his lips to yours. When you pushed him off with a disgusted scoff, Jason Carver called you a prude and a tease and that you would be lucky to have him because no other guy is going to want to touch you after the shit he spreads around the school. Little did the both of you know, Jason Carver dug his own grave, not yours. 

You had your PJs on, fresh and clean from showering off the sweaty game. You cheered hard - everyone did, for a desperate distraction from the brutal murder of one of your own. You swear you could still see red blood staining the ropes of the basketball hoop. You grabbed your book, ready to forget about the day, about Jason and about Andy. Sleep was just about to take over when you heard a rapping on the window, the same secret knock you and Eddie had created, but it sounded like something like a twig or a piece of metal tapping against the window. You looked up from your book to be greeted by darkness, the familiar face of that lopsided smile not peering through your window like normal. Your brows furrowed together in confusion as you went to unlock and open your window. You stuck your head out of the window, greeted with even more confusion as you met nothing but the gray shingles on your roof. Suddenly, you felt a gloved hand on your mouth and pressure that pushed you back into your room. You tried to scream, but your breath was pulled from your chest in pure shock. You didn’t realize you had screwed your eyes shut in horrid anticipation. When you stilled against your wall, you opened your eyes to be greeted by two black holes contrasted by a stark white mask, its mouth morphing into an unnatural scream. Your breathing picked up as you realized your worst nightmare was coming true. Andy’s death was a statement and you were next.

Streams of tears fell down your face. You wanted to fight, to plead or to hide to save yourself, but you were hypnotized under the mask’s gaze. You couldn't see who was behind it, but could tell their stare was boring holes into your soul. The figure pulled out a knife from underneath the large coat they wore and you began to cry. The masked figure shushed you and you could tell the familiarity of his voice, even though in your shock, you couldn’t quite place it yet. The form ran the knife down the front of your nightshirt, eliciting goosebumps radiating from your sternum. You jerked against him, hoping to free yourself but he held your shoulder at a bruising strength and pinned you to the wall, the knife now mere inches from your throat. 

“Don’t worry doll, I’m not gonna hurt you if you just hear me out, okay?” You felt your world slow and your knees gave out at the familiarity of the voice. You gently moved your hand towards the mask and pulled it up to reveal the sweaty face you hoped wouldn’t be under the mask. Your breath heavied as you pulled the mask off all the way, revealing splats of blood across the left side of his face and scratch marks on his neck.

“What did you do, Eddie?” your voice shook.

“I was protecting you, doll. He was all over you at the game. No one touches you like that.” You felt the bile rise in your throat at the realization that this was in fact someone else’s blood on him, that the scratches on his neck were probably Carver’s last ditch efforts for his life. “I’s so sick and fucking tired of those meatheads thinking that they can just take what they want and not suffer any consequences. You aren’t just there at their disposal.” Eddie’s voice raised and there was a crazed glint in his eyes. He let go of you hastily and you flinched. Eddie’s eyes softened and his hands went to your hips just like they did the day Andy was found. 

“I meant what I said that I would never hurt you, doll. I meant that. I’m always looking out for you, that’s why I had to knock some sense into fucking Carver.”

You wanted to be scared. You wanted to run and scream but your heart swelled in your chest. The boy who stood before you proved that he would do anything to protect you. Fuck, you could probably tell him someone looked at you funny and he would take care of it. You pulled Eddie into a needy kiss.

“Thank you for telling me, and thank you for trusting me, Eds.” Your hands snaked into his large trench coat and you hooked your fingers into his belt loops. You pulled down on them and Eddie gasped out in excitement. He only hoped that you would understand, but this was above and beyond. You wanted to show him that you would do anything for him as well. You grabbed the mask out of Eddie’s hands and put it back on his face with a mischievous smile. You backed Eddie up to the foot of your bed and sat him down. You lowered yourself between his legs and undid his jeans. You could tell that Eddie was already growing hard and violently turned on. You released his hard cock from his dark denim and the mask tilted upwards in satisfaction. You lowered your mouth onto his member. Eddie’s hand flew to your hair, pulling softly. You let out a moan that vibrated through Eddie’s whole body. You bobbed and gagged until Eddie was a shaking mess underneath you, and drool was pooling at the base of his length and down to his balls. You detached your mouth from him and replaced it with your hand, pumping hard. You could hear the pants your boyfriend was making underneath the mask, they were delicious and you wished you could save his sweet sounds to play back when you were alone. You looked at the empty sockets and you placed your mouth on his heavy balls. You suckled and licked like a woman starved. 

“Fuck, baby, you take me so well.” Eddie cooed. “Do anything for you, keep fucking going” You giggled into him and rubbed your manicured hand over Eddie’s weeping tip. He hissed loudly and with a ‘fuck’, he pulled you off of him. He grabbed you by the shoulders and flipped you face down onto the bed. 

“Now as much as I want to see your face painted with my cum, I wanna make that pussy mine.” You tried to look back at him but you felt the cold point of his knife on the back of your neck. 

“You’re gonna keep your face down and that ass up for me baby. Be a good girl and show me how much you want it.” You moaned lightly at his words, your pussy already impossibly wet. You felt the knife trail down your back overtop of your night shirt. You felt Eddie flip the bottom of your shirt over your ass.

“Now, now, what on earth am I gonna do with these on?” Eddie scolded, peering down at your pink cotton panties. With a small gasp from you and a flick from the man’s wrist, your underwear were now in pieces, granting unlimited access to your sweet cunt. He plunged his middle finger into you with no warning, making you moan into your blankets. He pulled his finger out and put it into his mouth under the mask.

“Delicious baby. I can’t wait to devour you whole.” His voice was dark and muffled. He pulled the mask up so it rested on his curls. “But if I don’t fuck you right now, I am gonna fucking combust.”

“Please, Eddie, please.” 

The man spread your legs and returned the knife to the back of your neck. He pressed slightly, encouraging you to spread yourself out for him and push your head further into your sheets. You heard the crunch of foil opening. 

“You ready for me, doll?” Eddie sneered. “You gonna take me like a good girl?” You shook your head violently. Eddie grabbed his length and hissed as he ran it through your wet folds. You whined at the stretch of his fat dock pressing into you. He stretched you to the point where you had no idea how he was going to move, you were already so full. You felt the knife leave your body again and you heard a slump of Eddie removing his jacket and shirt. You looked behind you to see Eddie slowly pumping in and out of you, his soft abs tensing as he thrust. His pale skin was littered with black tattoos and spatterings of red blood. Eddie felt your tight pussy clench against him and any kind of control he was trying to maintain was gone. His grip migrated to your hips and you were sure he would leave bruises later. He burrowed into you at an unforgiving pace, making you see stars. You cried Eddie’s name out, edging him closer and closer to his release, but he was determined to make you fall apart under him. He moved his hand to rest on your ass, sending a couple of slaps to your round cheeks. 

“Eddie… I’m gonna… I-”

“Let go for me, good girl. Come on.”

Eddie’s thumb moved to tease your puckered hole that was on perfect display for him. He pushed into your tight hole up to his first knuckle and you cried out in ecstasy. Your orgasm waved over you and you shook like a leaf around him. Both of your holes had him in a vice and it sent him over the edge as well. The two of you moaned together as you worked each other through your climaxes. 

You stilled until both of your chests were done heaving. Eddie pulled himself out of you with a grunt and he stood off of your bed. You got up to face him, holding the mask’s cheeks like they were just an extension of your lover. 

“Stay the night?” you asked.

“I would love to, but can I steal a shower? Don’t wanna get your pink sheets all bloody.

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Tomorrow

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genre: fluff, slight angst (bittersweet at best)

pov: 2nd person

description: Months after Minho found out about the online harassment you were getting from so called "fans," you're still asking for tomorrow's.

pairing: Minho x reader

warnings: swearing, mention of food

word count: 1,065

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"Y/n…" Minho sighs when he opens up his dorm door to let you in.

"Tomorrow?" You ask innocently, showing him the food bag in your hand.

You've been asking for "tomorrows" for months. Trying to prolong your relationship with Minho. And because he loves you, because none of this is fair, he allows it. Neither of you wants to break up, but you both know it's for the best. For your sake. So why does the idea of breaking up feel like your world will end when you do?

"I should learn to stop opening the door." He leans down and kisses you on the lips once you're fully inside and the door is closed.

"You should also learn to not come running to my apartment every time I call then." You tease as you take off your shoes and line them up neatly by the door. Out of place from the shoes left by all of the members in the cuties dorm.

"I can just block your number, that would help a lot." He jokes back.

"Hey, Lee Minho, that's not funny," You turn around and cross your arms at him.

"Nothing about this situation is funny, my love, but we are both coping in our own ways." He says quickly, dragging you off to his room.

The situation. The fact that it somehow got out that you're dating Lee Know from Stray Kids and some of the more bitter and obsessive "fans" have been attacking you online. The two of you dealt with it the best you could. The company refused to get involved other than releasing a statement denying the rumors that you two were dating before you two even had the chance to decide that, that was what you wanted to do. Minho was pissed, rightfully so, but you reassured him. The only reason why anyone thought that the two of you were dating was because of an unconfirmed rumor and a very blurry photo. You're still not entirely sure how your name and handles got leaked from that, but that's a past you problem.

Your mental health has been significantly better. Minho helped you create new, private accounts and delete your old ones. And then, he deleted the apps off your phone and logged off on your computer, reminding you that you could log back in and re-download them when you're in a better headspace. It was hard at first. Even without a place for them to get to you directly, you still knew that deleting your accounts wouldn't stop them from saying vile things about you online. On the third "tomorrow," without him knowing, you logged back in a couple of times and searched your name online to see what was being said about you. Eventually, he changed your passwords and put a parental lock on all social media sites and Google. As childish as it sounds, it was for your benefit.

Months later, you were living in complete blissful ignorance and are better off for it. You still saw and talked to Minho practically every day, telling him that you could break up tomorrow. You both know that you will probably never know peace, that the public backlash will be worse because JYPE went rogue and denied your relationship without consulting you first. That not only will the two of you receive negative attention, but so will the company. So they've been your biggest contenders for you two officially breaking up. But when tomorrow officially comes, one of you finds another reason to ask for another tomorrow.

"That movie you were talking about is going back to theaters for a special, one-night showing," Minho mentions as he closes his bedroom door behind him. You take off your jacket and climb onto his bed, setting the food bag you had in front of you.

"Oh really? When? Tonight?" You ask as you open the bag, taking out the first container and checking it.

"You're going to laugh," He chuckles, sitting down next to you and peeking over your shoulder.

"What, is it tomorrow?" You hand the first container over to him.

"So you see our dilemma. Since we're supposed to break up tomorrow." The topic of breaking up is no longer taboo for you two.

"We can break up after the movie. Right outside the theater. We can even walk in separate directions to make it all dramatic." You suggest, reaching into the bag and pulling out a bottled drink for Minho.

"We could but there is a problem with that. You like going out to eat after watching a movie. I know for a fact you're going to be too sad to eat a proper meal. Don't want to sour the whole experience."

"What about we break up after we eat? Outside the restaurant?"

"We could but it's a late showing and I am a gentleman. I'm, at the very least, going to walk you home first before that. Maybe a walk around the park beforehand to properly digest our food and reminisce about our relationship."

"That's just cruel. I bet you'd give me a goodnight kiss before doing it too." You huff, getting slightly mad.

"I'm not that mean. I'd go in for a goodnight kiss and then break up with you right before our lips touch because I can't kiss you and then hurt you like."

"That's a million times worse. You're not allowed to watch dramas with Hyunjin and Seungmin anymore. You're getting too many ideas." You pull out your own food now.

"You can't boss me around like that anymore after tomorrow."

"Wait, you just said it's a late showing and that you'd walk me home. It's going to be too late for you to walk back here on your own. Can't have you walking around the city depressed and disheveled again. This isn't like when you got eliminated from the survival show."

"I was not disheveled."

"Whatever you say, Minnie," You kiss his cheek before going to get utensils from the bag. "You could just stay the night after you walk me home. I mean, what's more poetic than one last night of passion before walking away forever?"

"And I'm the dramatic one?"

"It can't be helped. We have to do this during tomorrow's tomorrow." You sigh, leaning against the headboard of the bed.

"I'll take one more tomorrow with you anyway."

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02/16/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast & Crew Sightings; Rhys Darby; Vico Ortiz; Samba & David; WooAsACrew; WatchPartyReminders; CrewSpotlight; LukeLemonArt Puzzle; Nes' 3K Giveaway; Acts of Grace Variety Show; FiberArtsDivision; Articles; LoveNotes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika

= Cast & Crew Sightings =

= Rhys Darby =

You've probably aleready seen, but in case you missed it, here's Rhys' latest cameo featuring storytime! Nothing like a good couple of readings from Rhys to really bring out the dopamine!

== Vico Ortiz ==

Vico posted a new photo on IG today. You're welcome. <3 Src: Vico's IG

== Samba & David Fane ==

Our lovely Nicola Dove, stills photographer for OFMD S2 posted some gorgeous shots of Samba and David today on her @filmstillsacademy on IG

== Save OFMD Crew WooAsACrew ==

More #WooAsACrew going on, real flowers being sent to Netflix! Thank you to @ tobinezumi42 on Twitter and @ KelliMZielinski on Twitter!

We made it through a WHOLE WEEK of #WooAsACrew! What an amazing job Crew! Tomorrow-- it's a day to treat yourself! Wanna read some fanfiction? Wanna eat something you don't normally get to? Wanna do something goofy? Do it! Treat Yo'Self!

== Watch Parties ==

= People of Earth =

Reminder! Feb 17, People of Earth Season 1 Watch Party Make Up starts at 9 AM EST, 6 AM PT, 2 PM GMT. Please reach out to @saveofmdcrewmates for a link to the discord server.

= Uncle Season 1 =

Uncle Season 1 Watch Party has finished! Thank you so all who were able to join! Just some highlights from #ForTheNewUncle!

== Crew Spotlight ==

Today is a lighter news day so I'd like to take some time to spotlight some fun stuff from the crew!

Check out this awesome puzzle by LukeLemon_art on twitter and here on tumblr!

= Nes' 3K Giveaway =

One of our lovely crew members, Nes Lee is having a sticker giveaway on twitter! to celebrate 3K followers! Wanna get in on it? visit @thehideoutt on twitter

== Acts of Grace ==

Hey! Have you heard of the OFMD Themed Variety show in Alameda CA? These awesome folks just had their Acts of Grace Part II yesterday the 15th! Check out some of these highlights! More pics and videos on their Twitter!

Wanna know when their next show is? Follow their socials!

Instagram: OFMD Acts of Grace

Twitter: OFMD Acts of Grace

== Fiber Arts Division ==

Reminder! The second Fabric Project of the Fiber Arts Division has been announced! Do you Applique, Cross Stitch, Embroider, or anything else with a needle and thread? They'd love to have you! Please contact @ForceMonument On Twitter, or Discord: @parrhesia_kate!

== Articles ==

27 TV Show Cancelations That Are, Quite Literally, The Reason I Have Trust Issues

All 14 TV Shows Canceled Or Ending In 2024 (So Far)

== Love Notes ==

Alrighty lovelies. It's that time again. I know it's been a VERY long week. A VERY LONG WEEK. If you have a chance, please be so very kind to yourself tomorrow. If you can, don't worry about other people's problems for a day. Don't worry about whether or not your struggles are worse or better than any other person in this world. You are allowed to struggle, and grieve and feel sadness just like everyone else. Your struggle is just as valid no matter what it is. It can feel so very heavy, but please just know it will not always be that way. If it's too heavy to bear, reach out to your crew, we're here for you, we will try to help. Find things that you love and lose yourself in them even if it's just for a few minutes. You deserve joy, and happiness and for things to feel a bit lighter. Remember to drink some water, and go outside if weather permits. Even if it's just for a few minutes, you deserve a break. We love you crew, every one of us. You're our found family and we are rooting for you.

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

In honor of the water and beach BTS we got yesterday from our beloved Samba, I figured we could use some generally beach themed gifs for tonight that sorta match.

PS: Sorry if I'm late replying to messages! Lot of wonderful folks on the crew reaching out today, I promise I'll catch up <3

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crushing on a friend.txt

━ type: bts x gn! reader  ━ navigation

━ about: fluff + crack + some smut ━  pictures taken from Pinterest

━ a/n: [..] means an upcoming 18+ segment so if you're not a fan of that, feel free to skip. Just wanted to write something easier so headcanons it is

━  can be read as a continuation of "you're a friend of a friend"

━ previously posted on soraviii

NAMJOON:

art galleries, raspy laughter, late-night bike rides with your hands wrapped tight around his warm waist is what you must be thinking

and well, it is true

but the first thought that crosses his mind is:

"shit"

he's kind of a goof and the universe has conspired to make his life an utter hell

so mostly his grand romantic gestures crumble like a tower of wet, rotten cards

bike rides? ends up driving into a bramble

bought you flowers? ends up tripping and hurtling the bouquet underneath a car

but enough about Joon taking L's

so obviously the situation is not ideal and halfway he doesn't even understand these feelings he's slowly gaining knowledge of

has probably googled "heart fast rate why???"

(it's because you fixed his shirt, drama queen)

asks you to be travel buddies!

Switzerland, Chicago, Amsterdam, wherever he goes, he asks you to join

"It's normal to ask friends on a trip, right," he reasons to himself

loves to have you hanging around his hotel room

lays back on the bed with the TV in the background and talks to you about anything that comes to mind then

often has meals with you

late night snacks in the hotel room, dinner in a cafe abroad, breakfast brunch squeezed in between his hectic schedule

giggles a lot

giggles x 10 when drinks, say, on one of those late-night dinners

oh, 100% a giggly, blushing mess when dining with you and intoxicated; the whole world becomes so fuzzy and nice because he's with you and even if you're not together you're friends and enjoying each other's company

does get more nervous around you, to the point you can definitely spot the difference

becomes more silly, is more concerned about making you laugh

touchy

uses any and all possible excuses to grab you by the waist

bike comes too near? grabs you by the waist to "protect " you

you're in a crowded place? grabs you by the waist so you don't get lost

if you got a special interest and or hobby, does his due research and often brings up said topic

then gets that dopey look in his eye as he watches you rave on excitedly

like the kind that has cartoon hearts in his eyes

everyone can tell he has a thing for you

you're so present in his life that people have started calling you mini Mon :(

when he catches feelings begins to call you cute 24/7

because he likes cute things :(

even if you two are around common friends, sticks to your side the entire time and talks with you more than anyone else

asks you to take his Instagram pics mostly because if he's on a walk, you're there with him

if you've got social anxiety, frequently checks up and lets you know you can use him as a "get me out of here quickly" card

will immediately fake a yawn and go "this has been fun but I've got a busy day tomorrow, see ya"

you're breathing the outside air in under a minute if that happens

always assures you that it's completely fine if you want to leave; you shouldn't torture yourself for the sake of other people

(always wants to rub your back when this happens but he restrains himself, keeping his palm to his side even as it burns on and on to just reach, to just feel your warmth)

doesn't go to your place often but when he does it's healing

late-night talks with a drink of your choice

he doesn't want to trouble you too much but with a little bit of nudging he ends up spilling his worries and anxieties

listens thoroughly to your advice

if you don't know something, let's say about an art installation or how one specific tax works, always frees the time to explain it

you could have problems with registering for something and once he sees the message, puts things aside to voice message you on what to do

he doesn't call all that often but if he does you know he's missing you like crazy

doesn't say it, of course, he's not there yet to confess quite so soon but you can tell - his voice is gentle and deep, and he doesn't enunciate his words properly cause he's just so tired, but he couldn't sleep without hearing your voice

if you have the hots for someone, where before he would tease you about it, make some (savage) fun about it, now he's choked by jealousy

"you're constipated or something?" you ask him, peering dubiously over the table

"No, why?" with furrowed brows, he sputters.

"You're making a face. That face," you gesture vaguely around his envenomed expression. "You usually make that face when your gut stops working."

"It's working just fine," he scoffs. "You're just a gross little gremlin."

"Jeez, all I said was that the waiter is hot you don't need to - THERE'S THAT FACE AGAIN!"

if you have a partner...

please, just don't, 'cause this has been fun and it won't be any more

Namjoon gets sullen, he feels like he's doing something wrong, the very act of falling in love with you as he knows with unshakeable certainty you return home to someone you call love...

well, he'd rather just lay down in the snow and wither through the ground

so just, please, don't have a partner, he won't stop you, of course, Namjoon is perfectly aware he can't ask anything of the kind from you when he's keeping quiet about his feelings but still...it'd break him, not completely, but enough to make it hurt

plays with your fingers :((

always cuts it short with an awkward cough as though to suggest he'd done it without realizing it, because he's too wrapped up in himself to tell you that he's in love but still does it time after time

if you get along with Monie, he sulks

"He likes everyone more than me."

and if you don't...

then just scolds the poor thing lmao

"They mean well, why you're such a spiteful dog (-_-)"

[..]

has masturbated and thought accidentally about you before realizing his crush

afterwards, he couldn't look you in the eyes for 3 to 7 business days

not so rarely fantasizes about you while getting off and then immediately feels guilty about it

probably moans your name with praise as his eyes scrunch shut and he gets lost in the unfolding scene of his frenzied brain

ngl probably thinks of blowjobs a lot

favourite go-to fantasy is you making eye contact as your mouth is wrapped around him

sometimes he forgets about all the technicalities of what could be, what is and what he wants to be and lets himself slip

that usually involves compliments, tugging you onto his lap, giving fleeting kisses anywhere except your lips, saying he's better than whomever you find hot

straight up asking would you sleep with him

(has done so only once out of fear of scaring you away)

when hit with unbridled jealousy, puts his hand around your shoulder, and refers to you as "mine" despite knowing you will have questions about this he can't help himself

subtly checks you out especially if you're wearing something more revealing than usual

if you're showing signs of being flustered...

oh, boy, you're in a world of trouble

"come here," in that deep ass voice

if you want his opinion on an outfit, he 100% leans back and asks you to give him a twirl

likes to stare at you, not even thoroughly sexually but he just likes to zone out and admire you from a near distance

sometimes calls you "baby" mostly when thinking of something else and forgets you're not officially his baby, just one in his mind

YOONGI:

either takes the longest time out of seven to fall in love with a friend or the shortest, there's literally no in between

the type to find everything you do cute

he doesn't verbalize it but you can see it on his face

the enraptured smile he has around you!

might as well scream to the entire cosmos he's caught a bad case of feelings

incurable one at that

the easiest how to tell of his feelings is his enthusiasm to contact and/or meet you

calls out of the blue and plays it off completely casual

confused, you see the ID and pick up the call on one unassuming late evening

"Did you sit on your phone or something?" you frown

"Can't I sometimes check if you're alive or not? Is it a crime?"

ever think he's too cocky for his own good?

pull up the picture of him in the maid outfit - instantly humbled

but this works only once, afterwards, he just leans into it and says his legs look sexy or something

roasts you

he's in love with you but Yoongi will remain Yoongi

he's soft about it however and secretly enjoys if you give him back the same attitude

sneaky yet deliberate hand holding

frequently lets his hand brush up against yours

it's like a drug to him

does things for you (acts of service king!) like say, peel tangerines for you, cut up fruits, peel shrimp

shares his food with you, especially the things you like

if you're out eating somewhere makes sure they have your favourites

praises might be rare but you know he believes them whole-heartedly

once in every blue moon arranges a get-away, particularly if you've complained about being stuck at home too much

the boys all inspect him with big, wide eyes wondering what could he possibly need the weekend free for

"______________ wants a change of scenery."

"oooOOooooooooOoo _______________ wants a change of scenery ~~~"

they rip into him without mercy for being such a simp

and if anything goes wrong, when it's supposed to be p e r f e c t

he becomes genuinely upset

"Can I not get nice things just once? Just this once can something not go to shit!"

doesn't, of course, flip out often, if ever, just sometimes it occurs and he's very sulky

you can reach him 24/7 (he's always on that damn phone T-T)

will scold you if you have bad eating habits

"Turns out I have not one Holly, but two," he grumbles, shuffling through your door with a takeout in hand. "I have to make sure you're fed and with enough liquids. At least, Holly has cute ears."

"I'm not your pet!" peeved, you turn to glare at him, but Yoongi only shrugs.

"Could've fooled me."

hOld hIs HaND nOw

it legitimately twitches if yours is anywhere near

if he's not super tired, is constantly cracking jokes around you

definitely lets himself be more playful with you than at the start

when he's jealous, he just looks disgusted like on the brink of vomit

obviously, you don't receive an explanation as to why his face looks as though he was just forced to lick a toilet bowl

proper gentleman

patiently waits for you to get ready

subtle but frequent touching

fidgets a lot and stares awkwardly away, cause he's just so shy when it comes to you

"how many stares until marriage"

he'd rather die than admit that question is in his google search

off-handedly, tells you you're pretty

sometimes ties your shoes??

[..]

darts his tongue over his lips when he finds you sexy

also, gets this zoned-out look in the eye

like his soul leaves his body for a second

if you wear something rather fitting or revealing, he swallows nervously and rasps that you look good

it's not that he doesn't ever think of you in that way, wondering how would it feel like or that he doesn't not want to jack off to the thought of it, but more like he doesn't allow himself??

like he can let his mind wander and then realize the direction of where this is winding up on and he goes: "No! No."

this is the one aspect I think he would oppress quite hard

mostly because it feels weird for him to make these hypothetical scenarios and then look you in the eyes all without saying a word

almost in a way he pushes these thoughts off until and if you get together

that said has had a session with himself in which the main fantasy was eating you out on a piano, legs quivering around the sides of his head as you yanked harshly on his hair

JIN:

winks

constantly

subtly touchy

say, instead of holding your hand he shakes it

every time you meet, he's just like "welcome, hello." *shakes your hand*

lame jokes and wordplay about you lowkey dating him

clings to you like a koala if it's cold

particularly fond of back hogging

not hugging, hogging

try and get rid of him when he's in the clingy mood

does the absolute most if you're not paying attention to him

if you're on the phone when he's talking - will pinch you

sometimes breaks into your house

you wake up one day, wondering why the hell is TV going off at full volume

and you see Jin lounging on the couch, eating cereal (yours ofc) and tossing a casual greeting:

"You took your time. If I'd been a burglar, you'd be so dead."

crashes at your place when is his drunk giggly self

imagine JK's birthday live

but he doesn't leave lolol

so the thing is, he has joked about wanting to kiss you for a long time

teasing before, just being silly, without meaning quite anything

which guarantees him a sort of immunity now

as he still jokes about wanting to kiss you, maybe even puckering up his lips just to see your reaction

but where you think it's a joke, he means it oh so earnestly

responds with "you're cute" when you say something gross

"oh, I'm going to hurl all over these fucking stairs"

"ur cute" *cue drunken swaying*

constantly is hounding to get some drinks

maybe because it’s less conspicuous than dinner

maybe because if he’d see you, cheeks glowing in the candle light across the table

he’d have to have an untimely funeral 

but jokes, of course, on him

cause you’re no less lovely sitting by a bar, laughing at his jokes, face and gaze flushed with inebriated joy

avoids eye contact like his life depends on it cause it does

you know of “hyung will do it” now get ready for “honey will do it”

quite possibly squabbles with you as he instantly jumps into things to help you out

shamelessly uses you as an excuse to not go out or get away from a social gathering 

“Ah, you see,” he smiles, the fake little bitch. “__________’s tummy is making funny noises, better to avoid unnecessary evacuation.”

presses you for a crumb of affection but when you give it, vehemently protests - ears, neck, face bright fucking red

politely yet savagely rips apart any love interest you might have

“But who am I to judge?” he says smugly once finished destroying some poor stranger who made eyes at you

repeats your whining in a cutely mocking tone

goes off in your texts and calls if he’s even mildly annoyed

which is how you get the learn the precious knowledge of how Jungkook had his toe stuck in Jin’s asscrack for a fleeting second 

the more resistant you are to play along with some of his jokes, the eager he is to make them 

yes, your mortification provides him much needed joy

can and will literally come over just to do dishes and dip without any explanation

okay, so he’s over a lot

has a fruitless ongoing debate of why should some of his things be at your home

It’s for cOnVeNieNcE, says he

and not at all because he has the delusional idea that he can move in first and then become your partner

he’s your little house husband 

constantly has gifts for you

especially when he visits, which, as mentioned, is all the time 

often comes bearing fruits and snacks, but the presents have included and not been limited to - a jumper, a jacket, fridge magnet, shitty freebie, matching couple bracelets, tickets to a show and, of course, the most noteworthy - his own signed selfie

he hangs it up in the entry hallway

and, despite how many times you remove it, it’s always somehow there the next day 

along with heavy stream of complaints about how unappreciative you are of being friends with a superstar

jokes this time on you, he thinks you’re the star 

nap in his presence and be prepared to be made fun of, bothered and getting air blown in your ear

sometimes lets his intrusive thoughts win and bites your hand 

cooks for you and makes such a fuss about it

even as you point out he’s not fucking invisible and you can, in fact, see his grin spreading from cheek to cheek 

[..]

much like Yoongi, it’s not that Jin’s the innocent soul out there and lives without harbouring a single impure thought about you 

that’s not the case

but more so he simply does not allow himself to often venture there

it’s not polite first of all and second, he doesn't wield the best poker face against you 

but if he lets himself wander…

oh boy, imagine it nasty, imagine it wild, and with no small amount of soft domming

just for the sheer torture, he might not touch himself at all and just think of scenarios

is particularly fond of overstimulating fantasy and you pleading out to him in soft whimpers, clutching at his broad shoulders

that fantasy wholly fulfils his wish to be needed and it’s a secret pleasure of his

hearing fantasy you praising him about how he’s taking care of you like no one else…

well, it makes his entire skin burn as though fevered

sometimes his fantasies include light bondage and food play,  both on you and him

has cracked a sharp smirk imagining how would it feel like to be tied to the bedpost and be had in your way - scratched, marked, absolutely drained dry and punished

in those scenarios, he always imagines you jealous

he likes thinking about you being jealous

it ties back to the being needed wish fulfilment of his 

Jin himself doesn’t often get jealous but when he does he becomes authoritative

guides you away from the conversation; firmly puts down all your protests and points out why that person is no good for you

sometimes whispers in your ear to do something without whining

that is the riskiest he’ll get

but that inquisitive line of whether you’d obey his order or be a brat fuels him like no other

HOSEOK: 

the only one whose feelings are not in fact typed in 108-size letters on his face, in bold print, mind you 

so out of all the boys, he would be capable of keeping up the front for years

and quite believably so 

he thinks about it a lot - what would happen if he did confess, what if he didn’t, would it change anything?

but that currently is only for him to know

what he shows to you is exactly what you make him - the best of himself

sometimes you see how sulky and depressed he becomes, but it’s not as much as he puts a facade in front of you when that frown turns it to smile

(well, partially it does but he also knows you can see right through his masks, that’s why you’re so scary; so scary and lovely at the same time)

it’s not so much of a pretence as much as he genuinely feels his heart lighten whenever you’re around

is deathly afraid of disappointing you and maybe it does make a foundation on why he doesn’t come outright about his feelings

but that’s the story for another time

in this situation, it means, however, you are an exclusive guest of his world

no, not guest - citizen

quietly consults you on things that he struggles with and in return earnestly listens to yours

becomes a glue in your life

whenever something threatens to chip off, be it your confidence, your stability or financial state, he’s first in line to help 

holiday periods are the most stressful time

because he’s always searching for the best possible gift for you 

it has to be  p e r f e c t

perfect gift for his perfect person

which is why he collects detailed mental notes about everything you say you want and/or need

and along with that never fails to gift something handmade

pots, jewellery, even if it’s something stupid like a worm figurine, you know he meant it explicitly for you and tried his very best 

actually doing those things in his free time is a stress relief

because when he’s there, in the dark studio, alone and buckling under pressure, the thought of your smile is the only thing that keeps him from snapping completely 

has picked up knitting solely to make you some mittens

now, look me in the eye and tell me that the image of Hoseok dripped out in an absolute rockstar of an outfit knitting a bright yarn with a focused expression doesn’t melt your heart 

often calls you after award ceremonies, shows, concerts, flights

voice tired and fragile; he just needs some comfort

so largely a late-night phone call is a semi-routine

but when you meet, Hobi has no time to rest - it's time to feed and care for you

has a thing for offering you food

doesn’t flirt often but when he does…

…loses all shame 

usually laughs afterwards to brush it off

at times, gets really nervous around you 

notably in settings that make one think this is a date

bounces his knee like crazy if you’re sitting near him and he can feel the warmth radiating off your body 

*opens up one button of his shirt* you’re interested in this ;)?

pretty much allows you to do anything you want 

loves to style you 

falls for your traps all the time

you can pout and whine, and he’ll get anything

will drop everything if you call him crying

pays so much attention to all your details he prepares things before you even arrive and/or ask for them

say, you’ve been sneezing a lot, has tissues nearby

say, you’ve got a hydrating schedule, pours you a glass of water before you even get up to do it

invites you to places all the time

even if he knows you’re going to decline

the point is he’ll always be there to greet and hang out with you 

actually battles with you when you put yourself down

all the things you point out as ugly, he reframes as “cute”

has taken about a thousand of your pictures

for one week he made one as his lock screen but then changed it out of fear you’d notice

at times, he holds your face in his palms 

for a short amount of time but it makes both of you feel butterflies

gives the dryest, most judgmental look to whomever tries to make a pass at you 

he doesn’t even say anything merely one look can make a person lose all their self worth

often invites you to dance, always assuring that you don’t need to be coordinated or anything, he just wants you to enjoy yourself 

[..]

gets off on the thought of you quite regularly 

has literal library of fantasies about you

most of them downright nasty

filthy and rough is his go to 

including but not limited to, fucking you in doggystyle and holding your arms crossed behind your back

has a thing for smudged mascara streaks 

and probably spitting in your mouth

at his horniest, imagines a sloppy blowjob, pushing your head down on his cock and hearing you gag repeatedly 

very much is driven by hard domming and allowing himself to feel like you’re his

which, of course, does hollow him out a bit when he realises the stark opposite in reality 

he doesn’t exactly have a problem about picturing you in various dirty scenarios 

as, no matter what he imagines, he never ever projects it onto you - he fully realises this is his own mind and he’s intended to keep all these fantasies there

even if you got together I don’t think he would confess what he thought 

he’d just brush it off casually - that yes, he has had some sexual thoughts about you but he wouldn’t get into it 

likes mostly to jack off on the bed as that’s where his fantasies revolve around

he knows he can’t shake off these thoughts as he has tried and failed so he leans into them but this is a very private and secretive part of himself Hoseok never wants to share 

JIMIN: 

no matter where or when, is always ready to meet you 

at times, you’re the only thing that gets him out of the bed

good old fashioned Jimin things - shameless, needy for touch and with a big whooping praise kink

fail to compliment him and you’ll get those upset eyebrows, pout and whining combo

has a kink for your thighs

doesn’t matter what kind they are, big, thin, hate them or love them, he’ll have his hand there and be damned if anyone tries to remove it ;)

you can suggest any plans and he’ll happily join you 

you want to stay home? he’ll stay in your home too lmao 

kisses, so many kisses

and it’s only because it’s Jimin that you don’t notice because he’s affectionate to everyone, right?

particularly fond of neck kisses

and hickeys, the possessive little bi-

oh, and nosing at your neck, he loves it all 

constantly piles up food onto your plate 

sometimes he wakes up and is extra in love with you 

on those days there’s nothing past his lips but rows of giggles

at other times, he wakes up pissed off and tired

he doesn’t speak at all then but still holds your hand 

to let you know he’s not mad at you but at the world

you’re his happiness fairy how could he ever be mad at you 

when he falls in love he becomes uh…gentler

like before his method of waking you up would be to toss a pillow into your face or just jump on top of you, now he’s a tad calmer about it

never ever get sick 

he loses his mind then

gets jealous quite easily 

he’s well aware of it but, damn it, sometimes the sharpness just slips 

“Why don’t you run off to your other friends if they’re so wonderful?”

crawls back in like 5 minutes afterwards

but if you piss him off…

…still forgives you

the longest he’d been mad at you was two days 

he wholeheartedly believes you can do no wrong

the literal embodiment of: “I have done nothing wrong, ever, in my life. “I know this and I love you.”

someone could complain of how you cussed them out and punched them for good measure and at most Jimin would arch an eyebrow, and ask dryly: “what were you doing provoking them?”

speaking of, doesn’t shy away from saying “I love you”

will show up on your doorstep if you don’t contact him for like…a day lol

“so…like…” he pants, out of breath. “You’re busy or something? What’s going on?"

mentioned before, but it deserves a spotlight - constant touching; rarely his hands are completely away from you 

loves to squeeze you like a stress ball, especially, how to say it, if you’re curvier in some places

doesn’t function well (re. at all) if you have a love interest on the side

literally doesn’t matter how great they are, Jimin thinks they’re below you 

has probably been confronted by many of your possible dates, love interests, and partners, because it’s so obvious he’s in love with you 

MOREOVER, he just acts like such a boyfriend thus most people stay far away from you as Jimin glares daggers across the distance

another one to designate you as a travel buddy

has schemed the evergreen “there was only one bed” trope

the only thing it lead to was him having atrial fibrillation for several hours as you snored softly by his side

will sit in your lap, will tug you into his lap, literally doesn’t matter, either way, is heaven

hour-long conversations occur with alarming frequency

without fail asks often how much you like him

he just needs to hear that confirmation

gorges on your snacks >:(

so incredibly focused on you, he can almost read your mind 

you don’t even have to say it, if you’re sad, he’ll understand and will begin to comfort you 

prefers to watch you without you realising, be it right by your side or across the room, he’ll have a small, proud smile blossoming on his face wherever you should be

fond of dragging - by the waist, by the hand, will lug you around if he wants to :)

might just be your biggest fan

practically lives at your place lol

“Just trust me!” 

usually, you end up getting into some shit after he says this

hounds you to cook for him

probably sets his own selfie as your lock screen

add a heart to his contact number or face the consequences :)

sings at you often

has somehow gotten a hold of your childhood pictures and does treasure them like his own heart

has tried to kiss you a thousand times but always chickens out at the very last second

what if he ends up losing you? that’s just not a thought he can ever bear

[..]

insatiable thirst 

another one who doesn’t feel all too guilty about thinking of you in that way lmao

he just reckons that these thoughts will happen so instead of pretending he can stop them, Jimin just lets them unfold in his own privacy

doesn’t have set roles like either he wants to dom or be dommed

he just wants you, so it ends up switching a lot

has thought about you scolding him, tying him up and leaving pretty nail marks 

has also thought about tying you up and them overstimulating so much tears are running down your cheeks

probably has had both of these fantasies in the same night

that said, has some kinks that appear frequently 

praise

cock worship 

the way his ego gets stroked thinking of you going haywire about his ehm…endowment 

you professing you’re his is a must in every scenario

sensual BDSM is also one of his faves

blindfolds, silk bondage, wax play

everything that asks for equal trust and submission (on both sides) drives him nuts

might even edge himself with these fantasies

picture them in clear detail and not even touch himself

so that eventually the relief is so overwhelming, he gets dizzy

definitely moans your name 

blatantly checks you out

holds intense eye contact just to see you get flustered

gets inappropriately and insanely hard when you’re mean and fired up

going to a club with Jimin, means a lot of grinding and whispering in your ear

presses your delirious, intoxicated figure into his, so close that at one point you could swear that the point of where you ended and he began was obliterated

has lowkey sent you his nudes and asked which one looks better

probably has had hookups with other people and couldn’t get off if he didn’t pretend it was you 

that’s the only thing he’s ever gotten conflicted about

TAEHYUNG:

Bold, with a capital B

acts like your boyfriend, no question about it

good night texts

weird, cryptic, out-of-context selfies and videos sent in the middle of the night

your gallery has 1001 pics of Tannie

and also his fe- *gunshot*

gets so giggly if you’re jealous

it’s honestly hilarious that you feel the need to worry about him not being enamoured with you 

lives to tease you 

if you’re more a tsundere and/or reserved type…

…lord help you 

he will make it his life mission to smother you in love

lowkey kidnaps you for car rides and to accompany him on the chores 

shameless about asking for attention and affection

he’ll just take it if you’re stubborn T-T

sends you love songs passed off as music recommendations 

loves to surprise you with little gifts 

wants to be pampered and will fight for it to happen 

has millions of your pictures in his camera roll

…..

and YES MOST OF THEM ARE BLURRY

not only set your pic as his home screen, but it’s also his MF LOCK SCREEN 

permanently

has one picture of you framed in his house

speaking of - always finds excuses for you to hang out in his house 

“Stay,” he whispers, catching you by the elbow as you try to leave. “Just a bit longer.”

misses you constantly

invites you to slow dance 

is the most confident *cough* delusional about you both ending up as a couple 

has made people blush with the way he stares at you 

“He doesn’t even blink,” someone laughs, the sound falling thin and awkward. “It’s like he wants to eat you or something.”

gives those types of hugs where he envelops you fully, resting his chin on your shoulder

has lowkey obsession with linking arms as you walk 

if you’re fighting can’t think straight until it's resolved

though, of course, he’s very stubborn about it cause Tae will remain Tae

you might naturally ask - if he’s so brazen why doesn't he just confess 

well, it’s more so for your sake than his own

'cause while Tae is ready to commit, he treasures your comfort 

so for the time being he’s okay with all of this; as long as you’re happy 

probably carries some sort of token of yours wherever he goes 

will fight for your honour until his last breath 

doesn’t allow anyone to tease you, not even the boys, that’s only for him

singing matches in the car

regular movie nights during which no one is even watching the movie lmao 

entrusts you with Tannie

though not before completing a two-hour-long presentation about how to properly care for the guy 

mentions you constantly 

the members are probably exhausted from hearing about how great you are

says “I love you” often but always becomes wistful 

‘cause you’re not his yet properly 

uses all of your shit >:\

from shampoo to dishtowel, what’s yours is his lmaooo

is honestly so annoying

and cOckY

he knows you love him (even if it’s just as a friend for now) so he just gets on your nerves a lot 

purely because he can 

and then gives that shit-eating grin 

because what are you going to do about it? ;)

pull his hair? ;)

scold him? ;)

oh no ;) what a nightmare ;))

he doesn't much interfere with you getting a side fling (he thinks of himself as your main man)

but he won’t pretend he’s happy about it 

will visibly sulk and get upset when you mention someone else’s name

generally have the foulest of moods if you’re attention is grasped by another

wants to go to the gym, just to impress you 

with little success

matching shirts and accessories, notably while on vacation

if he cooks for you and you don’t like it, pouts for an entire hour

watches out for you constantly 

ropes you into ridiculous games 

always accompanies you with his gaze

when travelling pulls up your picture and stares at it, will do so even in a crowd

[..]

doesn’t often let himself slip in sexual thoughts

in his mind that’s just for the future

as it’s simply inevitable you’ll end up together

however, when he does, he solely fantasises about you getting off

how would you do it, would there be toys, would you moan, would you bite your lip that sort of thing

sometimes in those fantasies he imagines you know he’s watching you and put on a show

Taehyung loooves a good show

has a thing for voyeurism

wears shirts that barely cover his chest and then sits on your bed, saying nothing but meaning everything in the half lidded stare, in the slow way he moves his hips…

if you wear shorts to bed, will check you out while biting his lip

loves to be all over you when intoxicated

has probably kissed you drunkenly once 

and now it’s referred to as “the incident”

JUNGKOOK:

a literal fucking SIMP T-T

prepare to be bugged every time, all the time

does and says the most ridiculous things just to be noticed by you 

does your chores and/or accompanies you on grocery runs

will scoff if you give him attitude but secretly enjoys it 

is unintentionally bold

he could completely say “love took shape when I first laid eyes on you” without breaking a sweat

but holding your gaze for longer than 5 seconds? nah, find someone else to do it

actually don’t 

Because, and you knew this was coming, 

p o s s e s s i v e 

but in like a healthy way

(...partially)

he would never think of prohibiting you in any sort of way 

baby wants you to grow and flourish :(

but others are a fair game lmao

your little storm cloud glaring left and right, brewing and just wanting to be left alone with you 

“That’s mY bUsInEsS,” he huffs when asked about this

obedient 

and also not??

it’s hard to explain

ig depends on whether he wants to be praised or be granted your blissfully annoyed attention 

scared shitless of telling you how much he loves you but he’s also so obvious it’s really doing him no favours

no. 1 back hug enthusiast

and I know I said this a lot already about the other boys, but Jungkook is really the no. 1 

likes to hold you and from the side, it looks like he’s holding you down so you can’t escape

“Jungkook, would you ease? They’re not running away.”

“No.”

usually follows your whims and wishes (‘cause of the SIMP status) 

but at times he can get so obstinate about particular topics

no amount of arguing or reasoning can persuade him 

“No, and that’s final (-_-)”

usually, it revolves around your health or going out with someone (or sharing food lmaoo)

big on gestures of affection, both from you and from him

think of like peeling a perilla leaf, or putting something on his plate that you know he likes

literally swoons over these things

because they’re so domestic and so important to him 

it’s proof that you’re close to him

you’re like a star in his sky so he just assumes everyone is out here trying to marry you 

even if it’s not remotely true

hangs out at your place and invites you to his 50/50

sharing takeout or dinners at random places is a must

whatever stupid joke comes to his mind, it’s shared with you 

doesn’t cook for you often but enjoys the hell out of it lmao

look at him being a good husband material 

protective 

spaces out on you a lot 

can forget to talk and listen because he’s just staring 0.0

shamelessly abuses the power of his doe eyes

anything to make you forgive him lol

will steal your food

you can come home and find entire cupboards absolutely annihilated 

loves to gift you cute things 

while he may not understand some of your hobbies or interests, especially if they’re the polar opposite of his, he always tries his best to make you feel heard and be respectful

teases you a lot

pokes and pinches you if he feels like it’s been too peaceful for too long 

imitates you, endearingly 

kiss his cheek and watch him self-destruct from inside

when abroad often sends you little voice messages just before falling asleep

with his voice all groggy he confesses how much he’s missing you 

…and your cereal

smells your hair, especially when cuddling

you can be laying peacefully 

and then you hear the “pfffffffff hmm pffffffffffffffffff”

may even gift or suggest some shampoos and shower gels whose scent he enjoys 

has to physically restrain himself from slapping your butt 

[..]

he’s in the middle level of tapping his spank bank if you know what I mean 

it’s not rare but he prefers to distract himself in other ways

otherwise looking at you afterwards is just too damn awkward

that said, his favourite fantasies are different than others because he’s not actively thinking about sex

(well, sometimes he does but that’s another story)

however, he’s really into groping

into soft and lazy makeout during which he can grope you all he wants

it’s domesticity for him 

taking things slow as well as having your agreement to everything he’d suggest

he loves to fantasise about that freedom, that should he want to he could just take you on the couch 

have your legs shaking and arms clawing at his back 

it’s just comfortable

has a thing for fucking you while you wear only his shirt or hoodie

he likes to think about how he’d be kneading your ass, teasing and turning you on 

how soft and warm you’d be 

how you’d taste and feel 

has a small brat-tamer streak within him as ironic as it is given who the og brat really is

so occasionally he’d dip into those fantasies of playfully subduing and edging you till begging comes up ;)

© soraviii/soraviie 2022-2023

[aceghosts]

WIP Wednesday

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Since I'm procrastinating about posting Rooney and Yorinobu's first real conversation due to a bad case of perfectionism, I've been working on some prompts/taking some screenshots. This first snippet is from early on in CP2077 after Rooney and Yorinobu cross paths again. And despite being an ex, Rooney is worried for him:

“I am fine,” He dismisses with a wave of his hand, “Any update on the Relic?” “Yorinobu, you look like shit. Seriously, when did you last sleep?” He adores many things about Rooney, but once they focus on something, it is nearly impossible to draw their attention away. They won’t let go until they get an answer, and Yorinobu is not in the mood to deal with this. “I do not pay you to worry about my health. I pay you to find the Relic. I will ask again:-“ “I’m not asking because you pay me,” Rooney sounds frustrated, digging their heels in, “I’m asking because I care, and apparently, you do need someone to worry about your health. Doesn't look like Hanako or anyone else at Arasaka is doing it.”

The second prompt is definitely keeping with the trend of Rooney and Yorinobu being relentless flirts with each other. While I've kept this snippet relatively PG, this prompt is gonna be nsfw. I'll probably do another taglist for anyone who wants to be tagged in stuff like that; I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable. Anyway, here is the second snippet (Please ignore the placeholder name; It's not important, lol):

“Is that what I am? A distraction?” He asks playfully, pressing a kiss to the corner of their jaw, “You should teach me a lesson for being so distracting.” Damnit, it almost works on them. Everyone knew that under all the tough exterior, Rooney was a softie for the people they love, especially Yorinobu. “Yori, you know I didn’t mean it like that; I really need to focus right now.” They really want to get up to whatever trouble he’s cooked up in his head, but duty calls. “Understood,” He acquiesces with no hard feelings, “Please promise that you’ll make time for us tomorrow night. We need to go to the [Name]’s party.”

Also, I am continuing to mess around in photomode. I'm not feeling great about any of my shots, but I thought I would share two that I kind of liked of Rooney:

I'm also not feeling great about my Rooney/Yorinobu shots either, but I did figure out how to get into the Arasaka Estate and took some Rooney/Yorinobu shots there, lol:

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Hands Down - Prologue

Pairing: Liam x Riley

All characters belong to Pixelberry

Summary: Can Liam and Riley still find their way to each other despite Riley turning down Maxwell's invitation to Cordonia?

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,945

Song Inspiration: Hands Down - Dashboard Confessional

A/N: I am participating in @kingliamappreciationweek Day 5 (Friendships/Relationships/AU, all of which apply to this prologue), as well as @choicesflashfics Week 29, "That's all we/they are now. A memory. A faded picture. A failed potential." It will appear in bold below.

A/N 2: It's been a minute since I've posted anything, let alone started a new series. I've had bits and pieces of this story forever, but could never figure out how to put it all together. Then my aunt died (IYKYK), and I've been working on this ever since.

A/N 3: Thank you to those of you that I have been bombarding with ideas, snippets, and complaints. They're still going to be coming, probably now more than ever. But I appreciate you listening and humoring me. Especially @txemrn for looking over this prologue and making sure it was okay.

Tagging my usuals, if you'd like to be added or removed just let me know!

Liam was in a daze as he returned to his hotel suite, still thinking about her. They had only spent a couple of hours together, but it was all Liam needed to know that he was destined for so much more with Riley Brooks. 

He fell back onto the couch and pulled out his phone, texting Maxwell to see if he was still up, and if he would join Liam in his room. He was, and he would. 

While he had his phone in his hand, he opened his camera roll and looked fondly at the picture that they had taken together. Liam told her that it was because he wanted to remember his trip to the Statue of Liberty, but more than that, it was because he wanted to remember her. Not that she wasn’t permanently imprinted on his mind the second they locked eyes, but he wanted to have a photo of her, to have tangible proof that she wasn’t a dream. 

A knock at the door pulled Liam’s attention away from his screen. He stood, returning his phone to his pocket as he answered to find Maxwell grinning on the other side. 

“Well well well. Have fun, your highness?” His friends crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorframe.

Liam chuckled, he couldn’t help it. “More than you know. Please, come in.” He moved aside and motioned toward the sitting area. 

“Soooooo… tell me everything. You seemed pretty smitten, I’ve never seen you like that before!” 

“Maxwell, I’ve never felt like that before. She’s incredible. I’ve never felt more carefree, more happy.” Liam sighed at the memories of his evening. “That’s why I need your help.” 

Maxwell’s head tilted in confusion. “Me? What can I do?”

“Ramsford doesn’t have a sponsor for the social season, correct?” Maxwell nodded slowly, still not sure where this was going. “I want you to sponsor Riley, to bring her to Cordonia.”

“Liam… are you sure? I mean we’re not prepared for that. We weren’t expecting to sponsor anyone.” Maxwell hesitated. He wanted his friend to be happy, but he also knew his family’s financial state, and he wasn’t sure they would be able to support a sponsee. 

“Maxwell, I know your house has been having some… difficulties financially since your father took ill. I would be more than happy to pay for anything she needs. Discreetly, of course.” 

Maxwell studied Liam’s expression, he had never seen his friend like this before. The textbook definition of stoicism, the young prince was never one to show his emotions so openly. But now? He could see the desperation, the need clear as day on his friends face. 

“You really have it bad for her, don’t you?” 

“More than I ever thought possible.” Liam answered. 

“I’ll find her tomorrow morning before I head back.” He patted his friend on the shoulder. 

***

Liam stood in the receiving line greeting the suitors one by one. It was the first night of his social season, but all he could think about was her. She was all he had been able to think about since the night before. 

I hope she had a safe trip. 

She’s going to look so beautiful. 

I wonder if she’s been thinking of me the way I’ve been thinking of her. 

I need to move through this line faster. She’s in it somewhere, I need to see her again. 

Before long, the final suitor dipped into a courtesy and made her way back to the party. Liam looked around the room. Perhaps she had just gotten caught up in something and didn’t make it to the receiving line in time. 

“Liam? Is everything alright?” 

He turned around, to respond. “Yes father, I was just taking everything in.”

Constantine chuckled. “Well, enjoy it son. This is all for you. It’s the beginning of a whole new chapter.” 

Liam nodded, looking past his father to the bar where Maxwell was ordering a drink. “Father, if you’ll excuse me for a moment.” He didn’t wait for a response before stepping away. 

“Maxwell.” Liam greeted his friend as he stood next to him at the bar. 

“Oh, Liam. Hey!” Maxwell shifted uncomfortably on his feet. “Happy social season!” He held up his drink, smiling awkwardly. 

“Where is she?” Liam asked, anxious to see her again.

“Riley?” Maxwell asked, trying to buy as much time as he could. Dreading having to deliver the news. “She… well, she’s not here.” 

“Why not? It’s the first event of the season, is she running late?” Liam began rambling, a knot forming in the pit of his stomach. “Was there an issue getting her a gown? I could…” 

“Liam,” Maxwell interrupted. “She’s not here as in, she’s not in Cordonia. She didn’t come.” 

“What… why?”

That Morning

“Riley!” Maxwell jogged up to the familiar figure as she unlocked the door of the bar. 

She turned to face him as the door opened. “Oh hey, Maxwell, right? Did you forget something last night?” 

“No, I actually had a proposition for you.” Riley furrowed her brows. “Do you have a minute to talk?” 

“Sure, come in. We don’t open for another hour, so I can spare a few.” She walked into the building, and he followed behind. 

As she approached the bar, she pulled down one of the stools and signaled for him to sit. He took a seat and she stepped behind the bar, grabbing an apron and tying it around her waist. 

“So, you and Liam seemed to hit it off last night.” Maxwell said, wanting to gauge Riley’s take on the evening. He wanted to make sure Liam didn’t misinterpret, or misunderstand her side of the outing. 

A slow smile spread across Riley’s face, the same one Liam had on his the night before. That’s when he knew the feeling was very mutual. 

“We did. I’ve never met anyone like him before. Hell, I didn’t think guys like him existed in real life. I hope whoever wins that social season realizes how lucky they are.” She said wistfully.

Maxwell grinned, this was going better than he had hoped. “What if you were the one to win it?” 

“Ha-ha, yeah right.” She replied, shaking her head and turning to empty the dishwasher. 

“No, I’m serious.” He assured her. “Each noble house sponsors a suitor. Since we don’t have any sisters we can pick whoever we want. And I pick you!” 

Riley froze and turned back around looking at Maxwell with a shocked expression. “You,” she pointed at him. “Want me,” she turned her finger to point at herself. “To come with you to a county I only just found out about like twelve hours ago, to join some fancy royal version of The Bachelor to try to marry a prince?” 

“I wasn’t going to word it quite like that, but more or less.” He shrugged. 

“But… why me?” 

“Riley, Liam couldn’t stop talking about you. He was so happy last night. Happier than I’ve ever seen him, and we’ve known each other forever. His life is full of meetings, and stuffy dinners, and boring things he does because it’s his duty. He gets to break away and have fun sometimes, but those times are getting less and less now that he’s ramping up to become King. He’s such a good person, he puts everyone else ahead of himself. He deserves to be the kind of happy you make him all the time.” 

Riley was silent, examining Maxwell’s expression. He seemed to be sincere. “Maxwell, that’s really sweet of you. Liam’s lucky to have a friend like you looking out for him.” She started. “But be realistic, even if I came with you, I’d have to quit both of my jobs and put school on hold. Basically quit my life to travel halfway across the world for the chance to be with Liam. It wouldn’t even be a guarantee.” 

“He asked me to sponsor you!” Maxwell blurted out. 

Riley’s breath caught in her throat, she hadn’t been expecting that. “But why? He doesn’t even know me.” 

“He knows enough to believe that there could be something between you two.” 

She blinked back the tears that had started to rise. She felt it too, but it was a major risk. Riley Brooks didn’t take risks. “Yeah, but even if I did come with you, that doesn’t mean anything. He told me about the social season, it’s not like he’s going to be able to just send the other girls home the second he sees me. Everyone gets a say, and I'm a nobody from America. I know nothing about your country. I don’t know about your customs. Hell, I don’t even like fancy foods, I’d probably make a fool of myself and be laughed out of the country at the first dinner.” 

“But Riley…”

“Maxwell,” She reached across the bar, placing her hand over his. “You’re such a good friend to come here for him. But my answer is no. Maybe if we were in a different time, or a different place, but we’re here. These are the cards we were dealt, our lives are just too different for it to work.” She swallowed over the lump in her throat. “I need to get things set up to open. Have a safe trip back.” She turned and walked to the back, leaving Maxwell alone. 

“I’m so sorry Liam. I tried, I really did.” Maxwell said sympathetically. He could see the pain in his friend’s eyes, despite his attempts to remain composed. “I don’t know if it helps or hurts, but she had the same dreamy look on her face when she talked about you that you had when you talked about her. Everything you felt last night, she felt it too.” 

Liam cleared his throat, “Thank you Maxwell. It was a longshot, but I’m very grateful to you for trying. If you’ll excuse me.” He nodded solemnly to his friend before walking away, moving to the double doors that lead to the balcony. 

He stepped outside and breathed a sigh of relief that he was alone. He approached the balustrade, leaning his forearms against it as he gazed out to the garden maze. He thought about Riley, what she was doing right now, if she missed him as much as he missed her. 

Perhaps he had just gotten caught up in the magic of the evening, he had overromanticized their connection. He took his phone out of his pocket and pulled up their picture. He examined their faces, they both looked so happy. He placed his thumb and index finger on the screen, dragging them apart to zoom in on her face. He was trained to read people, and everything about her, both in that moment, and in the photo, told him that she had been feeling exactly what he had been. Even Maxwell had noticed it the next day when he went to talk to her. 

It just hadn’t been enough. 

“That's all we are now. A memory. A faded picture. A failed potential.” He lamented as he continued to stare down at the picture, remembering their night together. 

“Liam.” His father’s short tone startled him so much that he nearly dropped his phone off of the balcony. 

“Father,” he turned, discreetly returning his device to his pocket. 

“What are you doing out here by yourself? You should be in there spending time with your suitors. The season is going to go by quickly, you need to take every opportunity to get to know your potential brides.” 

“Yes father.” Liam closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to get Riley out of his mind. 

**********

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[httpknjoon]

instagram official | ksj

plot | Your fans cheered as you two finally posted photos of each other on your personal accounts, possibly confirming the relationship. But it all changed quickly when you accidentally started an Instagram live.

words | 1.1k+

genres | humor/crack, barely fluff, actors!au

pairing | actor!jin x famous!reader

disclaimer | usernames used in the fic are all fictional.

note | first drabble entry for this new series! probably an introduction on how this whole series will go for the next entries. anyway, let me know your thoughts.

main masterlist | drabble series

Y/N & Kim Seokjin finally made it Instagram official

At last!

Y/N-JIN fans, make some noise! Earlier this day, Y/N and Jin finally made it Instagram official. The longtime rumored couple posted photos of each other on their separate accounts, seemingly confirming the dating rumors.

In JIn’s account, he posted a photo of Y/N covering half of her face with a script while winking at the camera. It appears that it was taken on one of the sets of their latest movie together, Maybe Yes, Maybe No. Y/N wore the iconic baby blue dress from the said film.

“No more maybes.”  Jin captioned, referring to his character’s line from the movie. He added a single red heart.

On the other hand, Y/N posted a photo of Jin holding a magazine cover of himself next to his face. It appears to be taken during their stay in France during the promotions of their 2020 movie, Lonely People. She simply captioned the image with a butterfly emoji.  

This was the first time the couple posted about each other on their Instagram account after four years of being linked together. Back in 2017, when they worked on their first movie together and chemistry immediately became noticeable to the audience. A source told us that the romance started during the movie production.

“They began taking interest in each other right after their first screen test for Cornelia Street.” the source shared. “They began going on each other’s trailers during their free time and breaks, having their alone time. Jin even visited Y/N in London when she was shooting her own scenes there for almost two weeks .”

At last, after years of jokes and speculations, fans received confirmation from Y/N and Jin. To Hollywood’s newest couple, we wish you well with your relationship!

Both posts were two of the fastest photos to ever reach a million likes on the social media site. Fans immediately shared their thoughts and excitement with it, trending Y/N and Jin on Twitter. Short video clip edits of you two resurfaced again. It instantly became a hot topic since you two have the most active stans all over the internet. Even making locals updated about everything.

@seokjinniesy/n : i can finally leave this planet, knowing that y/n and jin are officially together [insert that Spongebob levitating reaction pic]

@GabbyWong : OMG Did #Y/NJin just confirm their relationship? I've been shipping them since I was twelve!

@starringy/n : please welcome the hollywood's power couple finally made it official [insert screenshots of your Instagram posts]

replying to @starringy/n

@y/nfavouriteco0kies: i hope jin posts more pictures of y/n bc that girl posts nothing but pictures of her cat 😩😩

urfavecatlady started a live video. Watch it before it ends!

The video was all pitch black. Almost fifty thousand viewers wait for something to happen. Both yours and Jin’s fans comment their thoughts. Some are asking what’s going on. While others just reply with random affirmations and support for your so-called romantic relationship. 

But they only heard voices in the background. Yours was the first one to be audible and recognizable, “We already posted the photos eleven hours ago.”

“Yeah, now give us our money!” Jin’s followed protest was heard.

A male voice laughed, “I said that it has to be on Instagram for a day. I’ll give you twenty dollars each  if the photo lasts until tomorrow.”

You crossed your arms over your chest as your eyes threw daggers towards Donny, Jin’s best friend. Jin sat beside you on your hotel room’s couch, doing the same thing too. On the other hand, Donny laughed at you two.

“Who knows things might still happen?”

“Things are already happening. I had to uninstall my Twitter with all the mentions I’m getting,” you spoke out.

When you posted Jin’s candid photo on your Instagram account, you immediately got notifications from Twitter popping up just seconds after. You ignored it at first, going on with your busy day. But it kept on vibrating for a straight thirty minutes like a freaking vibrator. You decided to uninstall the app. After your first shoot for the day, your manager told you the aftermath of your and Jin’s Instagram postings. There was chaos on both media outlets and social media sites.

But you just posted photos because of Donny. Earlier today, You, Jin, and Donny just finished having a room serviced breakfast in Jin’s hotel room when a dare was made.

“You two have the strictest managers. You cannot do shit every time.” he scoffed, taking a sip of the remaining coffee from his cup.

“Strictest manager.” Jin scoffed. “Namjoon still lets me have my phone even though I already drunk posted shit for like four times now. Maybe this one right here has that manager”

Your eyebrows raised, “Nope. Hayley is literally my best friend.”

It's true. Your manager for years is like an older sister to you. Except she also acts as your strict guardian sometimes. Donny remained unconvinced, wearing a smug smile on his face. Both you and Jin shared a look with each other. Yours and Jin's high level of competitiveness are both showing off.

“I will bet you forty dollars if you guys post anything right now that can possibly make your managers go crazy.”

So you did post something. Both you and Jin know your cards and how to play with them. Not less than two minutes, you two let go of your phones from your hands. Hailey later came in, asking you to get ready for your shoot.

“Well, that’s–” Donny paused from his sentence when he checked his phone. “Y/N, you are live on Instagram?”

“What?” you asked, eyebrows scrunched together, before reaching for your phone next to you. But it wasn't there. You looked around the couch. Then, you stood up, quickly spotting your phone.

"No, it's– Oh, shit!"

Jin and Donny watched as you curse constantly while tapping on your phone. After that, you moved your head from your screen to both of them with your eyes wide.

"Hailey's going to kill me–"

"Y/N!"

Your manager's voice can be heard outside your room as she knocks repeatedly on your door. You instantly ran next to Jin, using him as a human shield for your manager's incoming bullets.

"Donny... Can you open the door?" Jin told his friend, who chuckled before doing what he was told. Jin whispered to you, "Why is she so mad today?"

"I promised I won't post anything for today after the whole posting thing." you giggled. "Also, I promised I won't do shit while she's out on a date."

After you hurriedly ended the accidental Instagram live, everyone once again jumped to Twitter.

@sniperfory/n: These two dorks are literally earning millions with their movies and brand deals and they created this whole thing just to win forty bucks 💀💀💀

@seokjinniesm0on: wait a damn minute [insert a clip of that Instagram live]

@Y/NJINFAN: i am just a bet. for forty dollars. 💔💔💔💔💔💔

A day later, after the live chaos, when everyone already cooled down, Y/N simply addressed the whole thing with one tweet. Saying:

@YNOFFICIAL : Unfortunately, we didn’t get the forty dollars.

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[jeonqkooks]

our beloved summer; a drabble

note: i have no idea what this is 🤧 this is the product of me being emo while rewatching obs and thinking about that "when you get older" post from the other day

It’s Wednesday today.

When your alarm goes off with that loud, obnoxious sound that you’ve come to tolerate, you wake up.

The sun is directly in your eyes because you forgot to fully close the curtains last night. You grumble to yourself, turning over to reach for your phone. You read Taehyung’s texts and make a mental note to reply later. You scroll through your socials for a while, looking at photos of your friends and acquaintances. Someone just got their second degree. Someone just got engaged. Someone is entering their third trimester. You glance at the news. The world is a terrible place.

You get up and spend ten whole minutes making your bed because your sheets keep creasing and your comforter won’t fill in where it’s supposed to. You brush your teeth and wash your face. You do your morning skincare and watch a YouTube video. You think about looking for a new apartment, even though you love this place. Taehyung asks why you left him on read.

You go into the kitchen to make coffee. You forego the fancy coffee machine that Taehyung and Jimin got for your birthday a few months ago, because it’s too much work in the morning. It’s great for the aesthetics, but you don’t really want to spend an hour just to get some caffeine. You make a shitty cup of joe instead. Boil water, two teaspoons of instant coffee, two teaspoons of sugar, both creamer and oat milk. In college, Hoseok called this your trademark disgusting concoction.

You bring your drink to the living room and set it on the coffee table, where your laptop is already waiting for you after being abandoned last night for some much needed sleep. You sip your java and answer some tedious emails. You go through your notebook, crossing out some lyrics that definitely sounded better in your head and after a couple glasses of rosé. You feel stagnant because it’s been a few weeks and this song just isn’t fucking good enough. You remember that you haven’t called your mother in a few weeks. You should probably do that today, or tomorrow, or some time later this week; give her some meaningless life updates just so you could say that you have a relationship with each other.

You take a break from working when your poor back tells you to stand the fuck up and stretch it out. You go to the window sill to look at your houseplants. They seem to like how aggressive the sun is today. You try not to think about him. Instead, you wonder what Taehyung might bring over for dinner tonight. Some peace of mind would be nice.

You go to the kitchen again to get some water for your plants. You watch them drink it up and reach for the sun. No one can ever truly know another person. Maybe a person can never even truly know themself.

Your chest feels tight again, so you just look at the green leaves and smile. They can’t see you though; no one can. You don’t even believe yourself. You'll get better at this tomorrow.

It’s almost 10:30 in the morning.

Day 706.

[liaromancewriter]

Day One (5/6)

Series Premise: What happened when Cassie met Sienna? Small moments that defined their friendship.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Characters: Cassie Valentine (F!MC), Sienna Trinh Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,050

A/N: I'm using @choicesflashfics week 33, prompt 3 (in bold). Submission to @choiceschallenge-may2023 prompt "shower"

Cassie Valentine was sure of one thing. Being an attending physician was much more challenging than she had anticipated. In a few weeks, she went from being a senior resident and diagnostics fellow that relied on others to mentor her to the one everyone expected to have all the answers.

How on earth was she supposed to be the Oracle of Edenbrook? Cassie griped as she got off the T and trekked home.

Soon, she’d take over from the Dr. Ethan Ramsey as head of Edenbrook’s famed Diagnostics Team, consulted by billionaires and the downtrodden alike. How was she supposed to follow someone like that?!?

Cassie breathed a sigh of relief as she neared the building that had been home for three years. She waved to Farley, who was tinkering with the outside lights but didn’t linger.

She wasn’t in the mood to socialize unless it was with a pint of chocolate cookie dough ice cream hidden at the back of the freezer.

Once inside the apartment, she followed her post-work routine: a long, hot shower and slathering her skin with scented lotion. It was fragrant enough to make her senses forget the astringent, antiseptic smell permeating the hospital’s four walls.

Later, dressed in comfortable sweats and a tee shirt, Cassie parked herself on the living room couch and grabbed the TV remote. She dug her spoon directly into the ice cream carton while scanning titles on the streaming service.

She was in the mood for the trashiest reality show she could find. Strangers stranded on a deserted island for love. Hot couples in a multi-million dollar yacht sailing the Caribbean while chaos rained around them. She didn’t care what the plot was, or lack thereof.

Cassie wanted one night where interns, residents and the nursing staff weren’t chasing her for wisdom and answers. She was tapped out. Empty and running on fumes.

Gone fishing. Come back tomorrow.

Spoon hovering near her lips, she looked up when the front door slammed open. Sienna marched inside, muttering under her breath and looking even worse than Cassie felt. Her hair was sticking up in clumps, and there were odd splashes on her scrubs.

“What happened to you?” Cassie asked by way of greeting.

“Stupid, fucking leprechaun,” Sienna grumbled, eyes snapping in frustration.

Cassie paused in concern at the very un-Sienna-like response. “Say that again … I don’t think I heard you right the first time. Did you say leprechaun?”

Sienna threw herself on the couch and huffed.

“I was crossing the Commons, and some idiot decided to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day early by dressing like a leprechaun,” she explained. “At first, it seemed harmless, but then he started splashing people with some kind of sticky slime. I got caught in the crossfire. It was already a hellish day, and this just capped it.”

“Did the police arrest him?” Cassie said, curious.

“Of course not,” Sienna said with an eye-roll. “By the time they showed up, he was long gone, probably cackling all the way to a rainbow for his pot of gold.”

Cassie burst into laughter. “You know it’s witches that cackle, not leprechauns, right? Besides, it was a clear, sunny day and not a rainbow in sight.”

Sienna pouted for a second, but then her face cleared. “I’m going to grab a shower and get this grime off me. Is the bathroom free?”

“Yeah, it’s just you and me tonight. Elijah has a date, Aurora’s having dinner with Harper and Jackie’s at….” Cassie paused. “Hmm. I have no idea, but I guess we’ll see her when we see her.”

Sienna started to slide off the couch but stopped midway. Her gaze sharpened as she regarded Cassie.

“Did you have a bad day at work?” she asked in a sympathetic tone.

“Not bad. Just tedious,” Cassie said. “I’m going to polish off this ice cream, pour a glass of wine, or several, and then let a group of ridiculously gorgeous people in a Miami beachfront mansion entertain me with their contrived attempts to find fame and love.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“Nope,” Cassie quipped, licking her spoon. “Want to tell me about this hellish day?”

“Pass.” Sienna smiled. “Want some company instead?”

“Go get cleaned up. I’ll have wine and popcorn waiting,” Cassie smiled back.

An hour later, they were sprawled on the couch, a large bowl of popcorn between them and a half-empty bottle of red wine on the coffee table.

“What on earth is Derek thinking?” Sienna moaned at the television. “Doesn’t he know Charity trash-talks him to Melody?”

“There’s nothing charitable about Charity,” Cassie murmured companionably. “Anyway, Derek’s no peach. He’s been eye-fucking Kali since the hot tub wardrobe—” she put her fingers up in air-quotation marks “—malfunction.”

“Men are such pigs,” Sienna scoffed.

“Sing it, sister,” Cassie cheered, not taking her eyes off the TV.

“Of course, Dr. Ramsey is the exception,” Sienna said carefully, flicking at crumbs. “He’s much too dignified to be swayed by a skinny, oh-so-obvious…uh…floozy. Right?”

Cassie caught Sienna’s furtive glance at the phone lying face down on the cushion. She thought back to Max’s last Picta post from Singapore, the flirty comments left by his colleague, and hid a smile at Sienna’s somewhat catty tone.

Absence might make the heart grow fonder, she thought with a sigh. But it also brought out the green-eyed monster when the one you had feelings for enjoyed a particular reputation.

“You’re right,” Cassie began, collecting her thoughts. “M…uh, he is the exception. You don’t have to worry about him. Ethan, I mean.”

Cassie quickly glanced down at the phone and then back at Sienna. She kept her face neutral, holding back the smirk when she saw recognition dawn in Sienna’s eyes.

Sienna nodded wordlessly and turned back to the TV. A few minutes later, she grabbed her phone, settled back and started typing, her smile widening at the rapid succession of back-and-forth pings on the phone.

Like a good friend, Cassie pretended not to notice when her best friend retreated to her bedroom to FaceTime with Max. She’d let her besties play this will-they, won’t-they game a while longer. There was no hurry, after all. They were meant to be.

And that, as they say, was the Valentine Way.

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post-animation night 177 comments

brief thoughts on kizazi moto (more substantial tomorrow perhaps): visually that was so lush. we're really full post-Arcane/Spiderverse nonphotorealistic stylings here, with a powerful dash of Trigger/Flying Bark-esque Neo Kanada School as well. this was like a cross-section of the current big styles in animation and it kicked ass for that. I'm not entirely sure what the production pipeline looked like - the Irish film board was apparently involved somehow! and maybe some Irish studios so it wasn't a purely African production - but it was an extremely impressive showing all round.

narratively, putting it right beside Fatenah kinda highlighted the places it wasn't willing to go. though I had heard the directors had a lot of freedom, there were some very consistent themes running throughout the anthology - nearly every film involved parent-child relationships, many of them revolving around a kid hoping to prove themselves in the eyes of their society/ancestors. the uglier side of history is touched on lightly: one film shows us a flashy cyberpunk city from an alternate timeline where 'Great Zimbabwe was never colonised', complete with 'the most advanced justice system in the multiverse' (a giant robot bird that chases our protagonists), but doesn't expand on that as more than a colourful backdrop. the last film gets closest, presenting a mother-child pair of two gods who are wounded by extractivism and retreat from the world - I appreciated the understated bleak implication of its ending.

I think while the creators were probably not given too much overt creative restriction, they were surely aware this was to be broadcast in English on Disney's streaming service, and tailored their stories accordingly. so you'd probably avoid "Disney is the face of American imperialism: the movie". Disney money is a bit of a double-edged sword that way.

besides parent/child reconciliation, we had a lot of ancestors and more than a few gods. a few stories centred on coming of age rituals; other had a more or less central focus on social media fame and its corrupting effect. at times it verges into the preachy - characters who stand between two families, or between humans and aliens, and resolve to honour both sets of ancestors - but the presentation is more than engaging enough to make it a compelling watch, regardless.

there's a lot of wonderful lighting, set design and architecture throughout. Mọrémì had a very cool desaturated style with toyetic, colourful 'soul-stealing giants' that put me a little in mind of Absolver.

Stardust had a bit of a Star Wars feel, almost feeling like an extra Visions short, but the injection of Islamic architecture was very effective.

a certain Arcane/Riot influence is very overt in many of the films - not just in the widespread use of paint textures in the CG environments and the approach to light and colour, but also with plot elements like the neon-drenched surfer gang in Surf Sangoma (episode 4) - which was definitely a fantastic-looking episode with the wonderfully out-there premise of a world where you have a squid suck on your face to gain surf skills. (just say no to squids, kids! you don't need 'em! rely on your magic ghost mum instead.) but I think this is something that's true in the animation industry more generally of late - the last few years have really kicked the door open to 2D stylings in 3D (paint textures, reduced framerates etc.). no doubt having a Spiderverse director as exec producer played a role in that too!

all in all I really enjoyed this anthology, and I'm super excited to see what comes next from the studios involved.

Fatenah meanwhile was fantastic, and an absolute gut punch. the fact that the hospital seen in the film has been in the news for being emptied out at gunpoint in the last week gave it a special level of 'oof'. its style may seem disarmingly simple, but the puppet-like styling ends up bestowing a huge degree of weight to the characters. the scenes of the border checkpoint, the monotony of cages and guards, and the concrete environment resembling a Half Life 2 map, were very impactful. highly recommend taking 20 minutes to watch this film.

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THIRTY-FIVE | Bonus Clip — The Night Before Graduation

Pairing: In-Studio Director!Jungkook x Stage Director!Fem Reader

Genre: rivals au, social media au, frenemies to lovers, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, crack.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: explicit language, mentions of abandonment, alcohol consumption, harmless scheming, dare, bet, smut

Summary: It has always been the battle of the best between you and your college rival, Jungkook. What happens when years later, you cross paths again working for the same network broadcasting company, and the competitive flame is rekindled? Well, a whole new drunken bet that determines your futures wasn’t in your line of vision but here you are… and you have until 35.

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Flashback

You just rounded the corner of the dimly-lit street walking to your dorm from the graduation party that one of your friends’ parents had thrown. It was nothing much, just a big cookout in their spacious backyard overlooking the lake; but leave it to Joshua and his filthy rich family to invite everyone from his senior class, and brag all night that the avalanche of smokey barbecue is only just the beginning of his two-day graduation party (you assume the second day is actually tomorrow, the day after the graduation ceremony). His parents also served a few different types of mocktails and an unlimited supply of flavored seltzer, and promised to serve “the real thing” after the actual graduation the next day. You chuckled to yourself when you heard his dad make that promise, thinking they probably assumed everyone in attendance had no families of their own to celebrate post-graduation with. That’s precisely the reason why you left the party early. There’s still a few stuff left to pack before leaving the university after graduation. Your parents had arranged for your stuff to be picked up the following day because they had a whole day planned out for you the next day… and well, probably to REALLY talk about your future.

You walked leisurely, not really worried about your surroundings because the university ground is quite safe, with the security team regularly roving. You were just nearing the oddly flickering lamp post when you heard hurried footsteps from behind you.

“YN, wait up!” Your poor eyesight failed to make out the figure who’s approaching you, but his voice was unmistakable. “Hey, stop,” he panted as he reached you and stopped abruptly in front of you, stumbling a little.

“Jungkook?” You crossed your arms defiantly, wondering why your “sworn enemy” is running up to you. Okay, maybe that’s going too far. Throughout your years in that university, you and Jungkook have always gone up against each other– rivals, more like. Was it intentional? No. It just so happened that both of you excelled at almost everything, to the point where you got exempted in multiple activities, to give chance to others. But also… he insulted your talent in photography when you were a freshman. Are you the type to hold a grudge? Also no. But with society's double standard, you couldn’t help but exert a little bit more effort to prove that you could do better than Jeon Jungkook at every single opportunity that came your way.

Jungkook stepped forward, with one arm outstretched to support himself on the lamp post, before looking at you with a dopey smile and glassy eyes. “Hi,” he mumbled.

“Are you drunk?”

“Jeonghan spiked one of the punch bowls,” he giggled, scrunching up his nose. Of course, just throw out the name ‘Jeonghan,’ and it should be enough of an explanation. Not that your friend is a troublemaker though, he’s just brave like that. “I’m not drunk though!” Jungkook pedaled back. “Just happy…” he said in a singsong voice.

You slumped your shoulders, letting your arms fall to your sides, realizing Jungkook didn’t run up to you to annoy you. “Ooookay, do you need anything? Did I leave anything behind?” You glanced at his other hand to see if he’s holding anything that could be yours.

“No, no, no,” he waved his hand dismissively before straightening up, “I just thought I’d walk you home because it’s already dark.” He’s not usually this forward, but hey, that’s what liquid courage could do.

“Um…” you hesitated before shaking your head. “I’m fine, Jungkook. I’m literally two blocks away from my building.” You started walking away, but Jungkook caught up with you.

“No, I insist. I want to do something nice for you.” He quickened his pace to catch up with you.

“Oh for once?” You teased; he scoffed. “I insist too,” you stopped walking and leaned on a curbside common mailbox. “I’m not some damsel in distress, I don’t need anybody walking me home.” You turned your chin up at him, punctuating your words.

Jungkook looked up at the night sky and groaned, “YN… please make it easy for me, just this once.” He muttered under his breath, but loud enough for you to hear.

“You sound like I’m agonizing you. I didn’t ask you to follow me home.” Jungkook’s disheveled hair is being blown about by the wind and you really couldn’t help the fluttering butterflies in your stomach at the sight of him, all boyish and charming in front of you, cheeks flushed from the effect of the spiked fruit punch. “Go back to Joshua’s party, the guys are probably looking for you already.”

“They know I’m with you… I mean, I wanna see you. Um, I want to…” he stammered. “They know I’m off to see you.” He sighed. “After graduation, will I see you again YN?”

“I don’t think so,” you sighed, reality suddenly hitting you. You spent four years in this place. You spent four years with your friends, seeing them almost everyday. Jungkook is not exactly your friend though. “I’m going home to Gangwon-do the day after tomorrow.” But that didn’t stop you from telling him where you’ll be right away. Are you hoping to see him again?

Jungkook stepped closer to you. So close that you felt the temperature rise around you, and suddenly the distance between you made it hard to breathe. “Can I…” Jungkook bit his lower lip and looked down on the little space between you two. “Can I give you a parting gift then?”

He’s already towering over you, and his close proximity made you grip the sides of the mailbox you’re leaning against. “S… sure…”

“Close your eyes then…”

Jungkook’s lips were soft and warm, and you found yourself getting lost in his kiss. He snaked his arms around your waist as your hands fisted the front of his sweater to anchor yourself and keep your balance between him and the mailbox. The kiss was warm, yet electric; languid, and full of unspoken words that you both had kept bottled up for four years. You never imagined it to feel like this.

You came to your senses when Jungkook groaned into the kiss, and you wanted to give yourself a pat on the back for having the strength to pull away. You can’t… especially when you’re not sure if you’re gonna see him again after graduation. Confusion fell over his angelic face, and it mirrors yours too. Why did he kiss you? You reached out for his arms and pried them away from you.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook.” You pulled your lips into a thin line. “I should go. Please don’t follow me.”

Just like that, he stood rooted next to the mailbox a few feet away from the flickering lamp post, as he watched you walk away out of his sight and maybe out of his life forever.

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A/N - Sorry it took me a while to update! I wasn’t in a very good emotional state this month, because of Seokjin’s enlistment. But I’m back! And we will pick up where we left off. :) How’s your Christmas??

[canonicallyobserving911]

Scenes included in some of the episode promos were NOT included in the final edits.

[Completing 2022 drafts before 2023]

Scenes that were included in the promos for several episodes were deleted and never aired.  It’s a problem because there are still audience members who decide if they are going to watch an episode based on the promo for it and if scenes from the promo aren’t included when the episode airs, they start to question what happened.  Even though it appears this has been happening since the end of season 4, it also happened a lot during 6A.  Since filming began in early July 2022, these types of continuity issues with the show’s promos shouldn’t be happening especially since 9-1-1 is in its 6th season.  Other than the fans and some of the cast members promoting season 6, OG hardly had any promo before 6A started and when a promo trailer was finally released, a few days before 6x1 was scheduled to air, it was combined with the promo trailer for another show (TCL) that’s not even in the 9-1-1 franchise.  Promotional issues have been plaguing OG for a while now and for 6A those issues included delayed episode promos, incorrect synopses and episode stills that weren’t released until a couple of hours before some episodes aired. It seems like a lot of these issues can be attributed to changes being implemented at the last minute which probably contributed to all the pacing issues that have plagued the majority of season 5 along with the first half of season 6.  Scenes from some of the promos that weren’t included in their respective episodes have been listed below.

5x7 “Ghost Stories”

Two scenes that were included in the promo for 5x7 weren’t aired, i.e., the ghost roommate call the 118 responded to and Ravi scaring Buck while they were inside of the firehouse. The original episode was scrapped and replaced with a lackluster episode that had a lot of scenes with two recurring characters included in them.  Right after the hiatus began, on one popular social media platform, subscribers were asked to post the name of the worst 9-1-1 episode to date and several of them responded that it was 5x7 because the promo included the ghost roommate scene but since it wasn’t included in the episode, they weren’t happy.

The scene with Ravi scaring Buck was also supposed to be in the episode but it wasn’t.  The decision maker(s) said the reason the majority of the episode had to be reshot was due to conflicts with some of the main cast members’ schedules but that seems like a poor excuse, especially since both the ghost roommate and Ravi scaring Buck scenes wouldn’t have included the missing mains like Maddie and Chimney because they were already gone (Maddie left in 5x3 and Chimney left in 5x4) long before 5x7 even aired.  But there sure was LOTS of screen time allocated for the reporter to play amateur detective for almost the entire episode.

5x18 “Starting Over”

The promo for 5x18 included a scene where Buck told Eddie while they were repairing the walls in Eddie’s bedroom, “This last year with everything that happened, feels like maybe he spent so much time worrying about us; maybe we didn’t spend enough time worrying about him”.  He was talking about Bobby but that part was cut from the episode and it seems like the decision maker(s) decided to delay Bobby’s spiral/breakdown or whatever they were or are still planning to do with his storyline until 6B.

6x2 “Crash and Learn”

Eddie was shown crossing himself during the season 6 premier promo trailer and based on the white walls that can be seen over his shoulder, it appears the scene would have been included in 6x2 while the 118 was at the Happiness Convention but it never aired. (Inspired by this post from @sassybitchdiaz​.)

6x6 “Tomorrow”

Karen’s 9-1-1 call was included in the promo for 6x6 that aired at the end of 6x5 “Home Invasion” but the scene wasn’t included in 6x6.  Instead of her 9-1-1 call being included in “Tomorrow”, the episode included a scene with Denny on the phone with Hen when the explosion happened but NO ONE was shown to have called 9-1-1 during the episode.  The 118 just showed up and Bobby started talking to the onsite fire captain.

6x9 “Red Flag”

Eddie crossed himself again in 6x9 but that scene wasn’t included in the episode either.  He was kneeling right next to Bobby in the promo so it’s interesting that both scenes with him crossing himself were cut from their respective episodes.  Eddie crossing himself in scenes from two separate episodes that were deleted are just two examples of the way his scenes ARE ALWAYS DELETED, SHORTENED OR CRAMMED INTO THE END OF AN EPISODE.  BOTH HIS SHOOTING AND BREAKDOWN SCENES WERE HANDLED IN A SIMILAR MANNER. EDDIE DESERVES BETTER!

Hopefully this issue with promos including scenes that never get aired will be resolved before 6B begins.  But with the way 6A ended, it seems unlikely that any changes will be made to correct them by the decision maker(s).

[escaping-amish]

Reconnecting with (and sleeping with!) the guy who helped me start my deconstruction journey…

The year was 2021 and I sent him a message on Hinge. My expectations were low but to my own surprise, we clicked so well. Conversations easily lasting all night. He was even my first kiss !! But I was deeply involved in church. He wanted more but I couldn’t fit him into this mold I had made for myself as a good (though incredulous) church girl. I was too scared to deviate from the expectation of me that as much as it hurt me, I agreed it was a good idea to end it.

I regretted that decision, without exaggeration, every day, every week, month that passed immediately after.

That regret fueled an anger towards everything that stood against me and what I wanted. Not just this guy but now everything I actually wanted. Free time, dancing, my own wardrobe, my own person!!

3 years have passed since Hinge Guy. Since then, i have been on a dozen first dates, watched him fall in love on social media, and throughout it all - never stopped thinking about him. I've told this to my therapist that i think about him AT LEAST on a weekly basis. I had told myself that if by some otherworldly miracle the opportunity presented itself again - I'd take it no questions asked. Since then I have also sought out therapy to prepare for my exodus from the church. I became intentional about creating a chosen family. And I was getting ready to pull the trigger. When OUT OF THE BLUE - i get a message from Hinge Guy. "heyyy, how are you?"

My stomach wanted to fall out of my ass because I was just thinking about him probably earlier that day. Fast forward, we reconnect and he finds out im leaving the church. I find out he's single. We both rediscover that we still like each other. Things took a spicy turn but not once did I feel like he was being disrespectful or a perv. The idea crossed my mind of potentially being a rebound. that worry still sits on the back burner. But we've had countless vulnerable conversations that have reassured me. Neither of us were looking for this - or even planning this. It has caught us both off guard.

We hung out 2x for the day when he invited me to stay overnight somewhere - just to have more time with each other. I suggested his place because it didn't feel sexual or transactional. so I went over (3/16/24-3/17/24). I was shy but comfortable. Hand holding led to cuddling, which led to kissing, then heated kissing, then wandering hands. and ultimately sex. He knew about my religious upbringing and knew i was a virgin. He could not have been more attentive, responsive, caring and gentle if i planned it myself. I don't regret a single thing.

He's still going through his own grief post-breakup and if this ultimately fizzles out into nothing i will still cherish it for what it was - a 2nd chance. If this is the only way I can have that emotional closeness - not necessarily the sex - but this in-between of where he's at, I will enjoy every moment I can. Because this is a beautiful connection that I have yet to feel with anyone else that i've met. i have never felt so seen and so true. It makes me feel like I do have a say in my life after all. That younger girl that was scared away from living her life is a lot braver this time around. The desire to live is now stronger than the desire to fit in. No idea what tomorrow will look like but i'm a little more confident now that i'll be happy there.