#CHANYEOL….👹

[wonjns]

im sorry in advance my fluffy moots 😭

but all this time later and these chanyeol pics still unlock such a primal instinct in me i need to sit in that lap and grind until at least one of us cums our pants & there’s just not a clean way to put that idk

[tewwor-a]

anyways calling all folks that interact with chanyeol— like this is you want a thread with eun concerning his goblin of a brother 😌

also, vice versa for chanyeol to interact with anyone that’s in a thing with eun 👹

[prtcts]

@tewwor sent: “ you’re not alone, okay? not anymore. i’m right here with you. “ ( chanyeol 👹 ) - accepting

things had started out so easy. he had been just another muscle on the job, just another figure for her to work around. but then he became more than that, with his volatility she had thought him a nuisance, with his humour he became someone and could consider a friend. and now, who is he? hanako doesn’t know anymore, but she knows he matters; the concept frightens her. she’s never been more than a commodity, a weapon, something to be primed and aimed at the enemies of the people who pay her to die for them. she’s never thought of herself as anything else. but he does, and there are times she can’t bear it.

like in the middle of the night, when sleep proves impossible, when the memories threaten to become nightmares, or thoughts of her job drag her out of bed to pour over location blueprints and itineraries so she can be sure she’s making the right calls. like when he finds her in the small hours of the morning with papers strewn about her and the shadow of exhaustion draining the colour from her cheeks. like when he says things like that and looks at her just a little bit too softly.

she stares at him, and for a moment, a frightening thought drifts to the front of her mind. how will she cope when he’s not there anymore? is she the same person she was before he burst into her life, more vibrant than anyone she’d met before? hanako swallows it down, pushes it away, and fixes her eyes once more on the list in front of her, dark smudges of ink around her frantic notes in the margins. she’s not reading it, can’t remember how to, in any language. “ you don’t have to be, you know? ” she mutters, as if it’s his fault, as if he could possibly know what she thought of him. “ i’ve been doing this my whole life, i can cope. ” the words stick in her throat, taste bitter and cruel on her tongue.

“ you’ll leave, or i’ll get sent away, and then it will be over. ” she tells him, with no room for argument. “ i’m always alone, chan-yeol. that’s the point. it’s what’s expected of me. ”

[tewwor-a]

ฅ•ω•ฅ

reminders! there’s a very good chance i’ll be scarce over the next week starting saturday ( but i’ll still be availablish on disco to chat ). i’ve been slowly queuing things to post throughout that time though ( and again i’m so sorry for having sm replies i hadn’t gotten to eusjajjds ). there’s a good chance i’ll be taking 293748292 pics and may upload a few when i get back!

also, don’t forget it’s everyone’s fan favorite’s, yang chanyeol, birthday tomorrow 👹