#(socialzing and partying)

[narrating-the-doom]

Dude I'm reading this self help book called "The Art of Loneliness" and dont get me wrong, there are many parts that are good. But there also parts like this:

That makes me raise my eyebrows. Thats a lot of assumptions there ma'am

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[amateurasterism]

Heyyyy💜💜

Can I request a short fanfic of Camilo and his S/O on their birthday?

feliz cumpleaños !

summary ; camilo gives his significant other the best birthday presents they could’ve asked for

pairing ; camilo madrigal x gn!reader

notes ; first request!! 18+ dni

word count ; 581

“Make a wish, mi amor!”

Camilo smiles as he watches his significant other blow out their birthday candle. The crowd surrounding you cheers, lining up as your prepare to cut your cake.

The whole day, you had journeyed outside of Encanto with your family, visiting close relatives who lived outside of town. Whilst you had done that, Camilo had spent the day frantically preparing a surprise birthday party for you. Of course, the Madrigals were very supportive of this, and they were all in to help Camilo surprise his partner. Throughout the day, Casita had been set up for the party, and residents of Encanto gathered in the foyer. The surprise party had worked; they had successfully surprised you and Camilo could tell you enjoyed the party.

Nonetheless, it was still a long day and you were beginning to feel the fatigue after all the partying and socialzing. You and Camilo were dancing when you decided you couldn’t take the drearyness anymore.

“‘Milo..” you pulled Camilo closer in the dance and buried your head in his shoulder, shutting your eyes.

Camilo bent down to meet your eyes, concern etched in his brow, “Is everything okay, mi amor? Do you not like the party? I can tell everyone to leave now.”

You shook your head and pressed deeper into the crook of Camilo’s neck. “No, no, I loved the party. I appreciate how hard you’ve worked for it. I’m just tired, is all. Do you think people would mind if we spent the rest of the night in your room?”

“Aww, mi pareja is tired? Or do you just want kisses in bed?” Camilo teased, dipping you easily as the song you were dancing to ended. Mid-dip, Camilo gave you a doting kiss. He then picked you up, hoisting his arm under your legs and around your waist.

“You idiot,” you grin and turn red under the portion of Camilo’s curls that cover your face.

“But I’m your idiot, and you love me.”

“Shut up, ‘Milo.”

Camilo knew Dolores would do him the favor of telling his family that you two would be upstairs sleeping, so he was sure there would be no disturbances. Camilo slipped inside his room, gently threw you on his bed and crawled under the sheets next to you so that you were facing his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed rapid kisses to your forehead.

“Camilo!” you yell quietly, letting out a laugh through your drooping eyes.

“Consider this an extra birthday gift,” Camilo said lazily. You could tell by his tone of voice he was tired as well and he was grateful you had asked to go to sleep early. He continued to place more kisses on your face, moving from your forehead to your cheekbones.

“Ay, you’ve already given me so many gifts,” you shut your eyes to sleep but continue to smile. “The surprise party, the handmade scarf that matches your rauna, three bouquets of flowers, the basket of my favorite foods, the necklace with my name on it, the ring… And not to mention the many other kisses you called ‘extra birthday gifts’.”

“But you deserve it, Y/N,” the shapeshifter places a final lengthened kiss to your lips and closes his eyes. “Te amo muchísimo.”

“I love you more.”

“Imposible.”

You both lay in a solaced silence, and just before you feel yourself fall asleep, you hear Camilo whisper one last thing.

“Feliz cumpleanos, mi amor.”

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[hoyoungy]

On-Air | Vernon/Hansol (I)

genre: fluff, comedy, slight angst, college au | vernon x radio personality!reader summary: under the pseudonym Honey, you are the host of the most popular radio show in the city called Honey Time Radio where you give advice about relationships, school, and life in general. when it comes to your own love-life, however, you don’t have the best luck, and you don’t even follow your own advice! so what happens when you get a call from a listener who’s asking you advice on how to get to your heart? word count: 2880 a/n: oh my god i was stuck between wanting to write this for vernon, wonwoo, or woozi for the longest time, but ultimately decided vernon. i hope it fits him well! warnings include swearing, mentions of alcohol, and that it’s an extremely dialogue-heavy fic. as seen on my ao3

part ii

“Good evening, everyone. It is 9:48 on a Friday night and I am but twelve minutes away until I am free and only an hour and twelve minutes away until I have a drink in my hand. If you’re just tuning in, then you just missed my totally normal conversation with caller number three about her recurring ‘sock on the door handle’ dilemma with her roommate,” you sigh into the mic as a nostalgic smile appears on your lips. “I didn’t think people still do that stuff! I haven’t heard of a sock on the knob since my freshman year in college. You’d think people would be courteous enough to just shoot you a text, but nope, they can’t even do that, huh? Caller number nine, what do you think?”

“I think it’s just lazy and rude! I’d be pissed if I came home after a long night of studying at the library and see a damn sock on my door. If I were her, I would not give a fuck and just walk in.”

“Whoops, we’ll have to bleep some of that,” you chuckle. “Thanks for your input, number nine! Caller number thirteen, how about you?”

“I mean, I’d probably just go to neighbor’s dorm or somewhere else… I don’t really see a big deal about it, you know? Or she should just get back before her roommate does! Or tell the RA?”

“Number thirteen, I think we all know that no one likes a snitch,” you tease. “But thanks for your input. Anything to say, number twenty-two?”

“Just join them.”

“Whoa ok, that’s the end of that,” you said, cutting number twenty-two off before they could go further. “I think we have time for one more caller. You’re on the line, what can I do for you?”

“Hello, hi! Oh wow, I’m so nervous,” your caller giggled cutely. “S-So, there’s this boy…”

“There’s always a boy.”

“Yeah, right? So there’s this boy and I really like him. A lot. But I’ve never really said more than five words to him at a time. He’s just so cute that I get so flustered and I have to like, leave the lecture hall right away. He’s going to this party that I’ll be at tonight, and I really want to talk to him, but I don’t know what to say? Or do? Do you think I should drink before I talk to him? You know, liquid courage? Or-or how about -”

“Whoa, ok slow down! Take a deep breath,” you ushered. “Everything’s going to be fine. You don’t need a shot of some cheap vodka or a sip of some diluted jungle juice to get you through a conversation with this guy. Wait, is this your first conversation with him?”

“Yeah…”

“… Ok, maybe like, one shot will do the trick. But you know, I’ve definitely been there. I think the majority of us listening have definitely been there, too. It can be nerve-wrecking and terrifying, I totally get it. But once you start the conversation, once you get the hang of it, I assure you it’s smooth sailing from there. But you can’t be one of those people that stares him down waiting for him to start the conversation with you, you know? YOU gotta be the one to initiate. Show him you’re interested.”

“What do I even say? What do I talk about with him?”

“Definitely not school, the weather, his exes. Those are the three no-nos. I’d say… Start off by asking about him. Ask if he’s into the kind of music that’s playing, or what potato chip flavor should you choose to eat from the chip bowl, or if he’s a dog person or a cat person. If you approach him and you’re really way too nervous for a conversation at that moment, a usual go-getter is to ask them to play beer pong. Guys love beer pong for some reason. I don’t get it, but hey, if it works, right?”

“What if he says no…?”

You sigh lightly, briefly thinking about how many times people have asked you that question. “Then it wasn’t meant to be.”

“Just like that?”

“You could waste your time pining after someone who doesn’t appreciate how wonderful you or you could spend your time finding someone who will. Men ain’t shit, you know?”

“_____!” Dj Wonwoo hissed.

“Sorry. We’ll edit that out,” you smirked.

“You’re right… But he’s soooo cute ~! Ok, I’ll try what you said and if it doesn’t work out, it doesn’t work out. Thanks so much, Honey!”

“No problem. All right, that’s about it for tonight. Remember to stay safe out there if you’re going out tonight, that no one is worth that one shot of vodka, and most importantly, to bring a hair tie for your long-haired friends that might need it when they’re throwing up in the toilet. I’ll see you guys on Monday. Thank you for listening to Honey Time Radio. This is Honey signing off.”

When the ‘On-Air’ light shut off in the studio, you took off your headphones and leaned back against your chair, letting out a loud groan.

“Can you at least try to keep the language clean!? The head of the department might suspend the show! Again,” Wonwoo scolds, hanging his headphones on the hook.

“Sorry, ok! I gotta support my girls out there and tell them the hard truth that men are trash.”

“You only say that because you don’t take your own advice, which I still don’t understand.”

“I am a complex woman, Wonwoo. I don’t need a man, anyways! Besides, it might blow my cover if I follow my own advice.”

“Whatever you say. You ready to go to Mingyu’s?”

“Yes, dear God. I need a drink so badly.”

“We were on air for only like, three hours today…”

“Being the campus’s advice guru is draining, ok.”

“You know Hansol’s going tonight,” Wonwoo said as you both approach the door.

“The goodie two-shoes that looks like a bad boy?”

“Yeah, that one.”

“Ok, so?”

“So ~ what do you think about him?”

You look at Wonwoo with a cautious stare and see that he’s giving you another one of his weird smirks. “Uh, he’s cool, I guess.”

“That’s it!?”

“Well, what do you want me to say!? I barely know him!”

You’ve met Hansol only a handful of times all throughout your years in college. Actually, you didn’t really know many of Wonwoo’s friends because you’re so preoccupied with your own studies and thinking up topics to discuss on the show that you never bothered to socialze too much, which was completely fine with you, as it kept your identity as Honey anonymous. Your first impression of Hansol was the same as Wonwoo’s (which is never a good sign) - he looked like he was your stereotypical bad boy that gave absolutely no fucks. But the same day you met him you felt guilty because, surprise, he was actually really nice.

But aren’t they all at first?

“He always asks about you. Well, about Honey.”

“He’s not the first guy to ask you about her, what makes him special?”

“Hansol’s a special guy. You’ll see,” Wonwoo smiles as he knocks on the door.

“You said that about Mingyu, and look how that turned out.”

“That was clearly a mistake…”

“Dj Hyung ~!” a flushed Mingyu swung the door open, holding two cups of stuff at his fingertips. “And Noona! Here, drink this!”

He shoves the red cups in yours and Wonwoo’s hands and neither of you hesitate to chug it down.

“That’s the spirit. Come in, it’s just getting started!”

The music was already loud before Mingyu opened the door, but when you stepped into his apartment, you could barely hear your own thoughts. The hallways were crowed with people making out or waiting in line for the bathroom and the rooms were dark filled with people dancing.

“How’s my girlfriend Honey doing? Why isn’t she here with you guys!?” Mingyu pouted, guiding you and Wonwoo to the drinks.

“She said she had a, uh, project due at midnight, so she couldn’t come,” you lied. “She said happy birthday, though.”

“I’ll never get to meet the love of my life…” You cringed at his whining. Mingyu was a prime example of why you didn’t want to reveal yourself. Though if he ever does find out, you’re sure he’d back off right away.

In the kitchen where the drinks were, you see Hansol standing next to the punch bowl talking to a girl who seemed too shy for this kind of environment. She reminded you a lot like your last caller of the night. He saw the three of you approach him and he errupted with his wide, gummy grin that was too cute even for you.

“Hey!” he greeted the both of you, though it seemed his focus was more on you than your partner in crime. “You made it.”

“Wouldn’t miss little Mingyu’s birthday for the world,” you said.

“I’m 21!” he screamed, shoving a shot of something in your hands. “Cheers!”

While your two tall friends take the shot, you toss yours into Hansol’s cup, who gladly accepts.

“S-So, Hansol!” Oh yeah, he was talking to someone else before you came and interrupted. Whoops. “Do you listen to Honey Time Radio?”

Your ears perked up at your name. You always loved hearing about what others thought about your show. It was enlightening and it helped you steer the show in a good direction.

“I love Honey Time Radio!” Hansol beamed, and you can’t help but smile with pride at his enthusiasm. “I want to meet her one day. She always sounds so profound and just amazing, you know? I want to have a conversation with her over a cup of coffee or something. Just to talk.”

A deep blush formed on your cheeks. In all the times you’ve heard boys talk about Honey, they only talked about how hot you sounded or how funny you were. Never had they said anything like wanting to just talk. Was hot in here or was it the alcohol?

“How about you, _____?” Hansol asked you, pulling away from your thoughts.

“H-Huh? Me?” You looked around the kitchen to find your scapegoats Mingyu and Wonwoo, but they’re nowhere to be seen. You cursed yourself for not paying attention. “Uh, yeah, I-I love Honey. She sounds like she cares for her listeners. She’s someone I can look up to,” you said, definitely tooting your own horn.

“Yeah, right!? It’s like she’s talking to you and you only…” You look at Hansol getting lost in his own thoughts and you feel proud that you had that sort of effect on him.

Well, that Honey had that effect on him.

The three of you hear glass break in one of the rooms, followed by Wonwoo screaming, “Mingyu, what the fuck!”

“That’s my cue to go,” you said, trying to escape being the third wheel. “I’ll see you later -”

“Wait, I’ll go with you!” Hansol said, speeding past you towards the crash and leaving the other girl speechless.

“Why did you leave? She was totally interested in you!” you asked.

“She was so bland! She asked me about, like, music and stuff…”

Uh oh, that might have been your doing. But that’s a great conversation starter, right!? Since when was music a bland topic to talk about!?

“You didn’t even want to give her the chance?”

“I just couldn’t do it. Besides, I’m too distracted trying to watch over Mingyu-hyung, since Wonwoo-hyung clearly can’t,” he chuckled.

You sighed as you followed Hansol, his hand grasping your arm as he pushed passed the people so he wouldn’t lose you in the crowd. Just as you thought you were finally getting closer to figuring men out, you’re taken all the way back to square one. You silently apologize to all the people who took your advice and completely scratch that advice from your mental idea board.

In the living room, you and Hansol see Wonwoo picking up the broken pieces of a vase while Mingyu peaks through the curtains of his windows.

“Mingyu, what are you doing -”

“Cops! Cops are here! Every body out!” he screamed, cutting you off.

In a matter of seconds, all of the people in his apartment ran out the front door, the back door, through the windows, every orafice of the apartment, leaving only you, Hansol, Mingyu, and Wonwoo.

“How long have we been here,” you asked, helping Wonwoo pick up the pieces.

“Twelve minutes.”

“Great. I’m going home then.”

“Ok, I’ll stay here and watch over Mingyu - wait, where did he go?”

The three of you hear him loudly puking in the bathroom.

“At least he made it to the bathroom…” Wonwoo sighed.

“I’ll walk you home,” Hansol offered.

“Wait, what?” you asked, whipping your head to look at him. The last thing you wanted was to be left alone with Hansol and make awkward conversation. “That’s ok, I can go by myself.”

“No way, not with all the crime alert emails we get every day. It’s too dangerous.”

“Yeah, _____, let him walk you home.” You could hear the pushy tone in Wonwoo’s voice as he tried to be subtle with you. When Hansol wasn’t looking, he mouthed to you ‘don’t fight it!’

“O-Ok,” you nodded. “Let’s go.”

Hansol beamed at your acceptance and followed you out the door. You tried to think up of at least five different conversation topics so that the walk wasn’t spent in silence. At least you wouldn’t ask him about music… But then what would you talk about!?

“So, how’s working with Wonwoo?” he asked you.

“A pain in the ass.”

“I bet. I’m surprised he does any work at all.”

“Actually, he does a lot more than you think,” you said. Wonwoo was infamously known for being a sleepy sloth, but when it came to the show, he put his whole heart into it, just like you. You - well, Honey - took pride in being his partner. “He does a lot of behind the scene stuff that no one gets to hear.”

“What do you do there?”

“I edit and upload the podcast. Honey likes to swear a lot, so I gotta bleep that out.” You came up with this fantastic lie when Mingyu first asked you what you did at the station. It wasn’t a complete lie - you just weren’t telling the whole truth.

“That’s so cool! Have you seen her before!?”

“A couple of times, but she always leaves to go back to her apartment.”

“Damn, I’m so curious about her! Every time I catch her show, I can’t stop thinking about her for the rest of the night. I’ve been begging Wonwoo for months to let me come down and meet her.”

“Jeez, months?” You blushed again at the mere thought that Hansol really wanted to meet Honey.

“Yeah. I meant it when I said I want to just have a conversation with her. Like, an intelligent one, about life or the stars, that cheesy shit, you know? No one seems to believe me when I say that, though,” he chuckled.

“She does have a lot of admirers.”

“Is it because her and Wonwoo have a thing going on?”

“Oh God, no!” you defended a little too quickly. You cleared your throat when Hansol raised his brow at you. “No, no, absolutely not, that’s just… No, that’s gross. Honey and Wonwoo? Never.”

“… Do you have a thing for Wonwoo?”

“I love Wonwoo, but you know, not like that.”

“Whatever you say, _____ ~”

You arrived in front of your apartment not long after. When you turned to say good bye, you were stunned by the soft smile he gave you. It was genuine, like he was happy that you let him walk you home.

“Thanks for walking me. You really didn’t have to,” you said.

“But I wanted to! Besides, I heard that you think I’m some kind of bad boy.”

“Dammit, Wonwoo! That was when I first met you! Not anymore, I swear.”

“It’s because I walked you home, huh?” he smirked.

“That, and that I also need to not judge people so quickly.”

“Well, that just means we need to hang out together more.”

“Hangout?” you asked, not sure if you heard correctly.

“Yeah. Let’s grab lunch together sometime. Or even just study. I heard you’re pretty good at Biology, and uh, I’m kind of failing it right now.”

“Only if you help me in English.”

“It’s a date!” he grinned. “Well, a lunch date… Study date… Y-You know…”

“Yes, I get it,” you laughed.

“Can I get your number? Or e-mail, or something…?”

Oh no, he was so cute tripping over his words… You mentally slapped yourself to get it together. You held out your hand as a way to ask for his phone and put in your number.

“Cool! I mean great. I mean thanks… I’ll just text you.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Hansol gave you a shy wave good bye as he walked away. From a distance, you could see him shake his head from embarrassment.

Wonwoo was right - Hansol’s quite the special guy. You could already feel yourself dig a hole that you might not make it out of.

[dream--walker]

bedraft replied to your post “[[MOR] the older i get the more my dream stories are becoming...”

if you're interested in writing up a messy transcript, hell yes am i interested in reading it

24/11/17 nap, chill hang with the spy network

spy/infiltration/agent story? the extermely overly techy half circle underground base, there is a very developed actual AI, and a specialist codenamed "merlin" (this is blatantly a kingsman thing my brain did btw)? who is the specialist who does all the things the ai cant and in general is the person u go to support for....

prev dream with the setup, the half circle base that actually is kinda convolutedly directly linked via underground paths to the oppoing major big bad asshole base which in this dream is nazis :) good work brain. in prev dream our base was infiltrated, major capture of agents and specialists all held in the big bad base, plot is me (cause i'm one of the agents) basically sneak infiltrating and freeing my team - in that dream the specialist, not me, knew about the secret long windy path and showed it to me (which is a seperate big thing, i'm always the main fucking OP hero in my dreams, dream chars having info that i don't and kills that i don't have is a big thing the way it's becoming more and more of a thing recently)

anyway we get back to our base via windy underground paths and our base is overrun with baddies, i sneak lead ppl all around them to avoid them noticing us, to the escape/travel pods, mutiple ones, shaped like long capsules in the ground, just one of the ends of the capsules are out from the ground, control screen at the bottom (but voice commands work too cause AI), can be 4? or 5? people in a single capsule, one above other, footholds handholds in capsule, people filled in, all went to my base, big beautiful modern home ai integrated, (fuck brain, design is so good????) anyway as we escape, and as we leave we launch a chem poison purge of the base, leave as it starts, alls ok all safe assholes are dead

now i rmemebr setup dreams that i have forgoteen before better after i get a "part 2" dream so that thing above was just what i remember of the setup dream which i think happened months ago

this dream, is like, all ok, all chill, no big deadly plot, hanging out joking around at the main base, now clean of asshole corpses thinking about ones we lost (update to story, people were least in the whole mess of the previous dream). i had lost a man i cared for more deeply than i cared to admit, a fellow agent (stuff had happened?? casual but whoops i guess not)... "merlin" lost his wife? i think. hanging out, me, some specialists, agents, some new, at the main base of operations, socializing, planning a group chill/hang event

i notice accidentally stumbling in a young guy, aggreisve red swastika t shirt, bags, confused, startled, a bit panicked as he realizes where he's at, tries to bolt, i yell for others and go after him, me and others apprehend him, press him against the railing. you realize where you are, who i am. you joined their party, how old are you. "l8" i am disgusted. but he's a young idiot. he will be prosecuted we will hand him over to authorities, i will not kill an 18 year old. i show him one of the agents who apprehended him they are brown and queer and excellent. this is what you fear? the future is already here. you can't stop it.

a bit of a skip

i take a travel/emergency pod to my home base. it is agreed that event will be held at my place. me and AI clean place, order food (a human convo with ai gets interrupted by alarm so i can't rememebr it almost at all uuuurrggghh but i know it was about 500 times more deeper than i expected)

again a bit of a skip

patry is on people are at my place hanigng socialzing and having fun

me and merlin, spererately, at one of the seperate house builings. me enthusing again about a new addition to the house really unecessarily extravagant and stupid stuff that i don't actually need or want, but the goal is reached, he is amused and laughs and jokes about funding and how much of the agnecy's resources go to entertaining me

others arrive, it is nice, it is fun, as the evening goes on trhough social cues and general flirty, not flirty at all sort of just casual fuckery... me leaning against kitchen counter, white wine glass in hand, casual remark "perhaps you'd like to join me later", merlin, whiskey glass in hand, casual remark "i don't see why not should be fun". (omg this is the chillest sex convo i've had in me dreams ever what the fuck) me and merlin spend the night together. it is soft and caring and nice and not much else

skip

morning me in kitchen. (i was a wearing a nonsense white whispy robe that is bulsshit but also i want one) the narration (yeah, literally narration. didn't happen before or after, but this point me brian gave me a narrator that i disagreed with but narration in my dreams always follows "pretty poetic text (might not always be true tho)") goes smth like "and then you wake up the next day and really realize what happened last night. in retrospect, it was cheating. you may not like that it is, but that is what it is. both of you had so many chances to stop and turn away but both of you didn't. maybe it was needed". i feel a bit akward about it, juice glass in hand, go over to main, living room hangout area, some have left, others that stayed night are awake, greet me, (merlin not there) someone had spilt something on my nice white couch, there is stuff on the surface of the arm handle so the ai can't just do the cleaning itself, i absentmindedly log in the "ticket".

go to kitchen to pick up some stuff/food for me and people, come back, merlin is dressed, wiping away the stain. we lock eyes, and we both smile and laugh, others laugh with us. (he is my main support person and lol always catering to me and omg that is the joke) i wake up with the nicest warmest happy and content emotional feeling that set the mood for the rest of the evening. we both needed that feeling of support and closeness and fuck the narrator, there was no guilt, it was just nice