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Might as well be drunk in love: 2 of 3

Pairing: OT7 x Reader (CEO AU)

Summary: In which your friend thought it would be funny to give you a love potion, and in which seven CEOs accidentally drank it.

Warnings: Love Potion, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: Let the darkness begin.

GIF by sugajimin

Part 1

Tuesday Night, Day 1

Kim Namjoon opened the door, his dimples on display as he welcomed you in the mansion for the second time that night as though he was already expecting you. He looked warm and comfortable, donning out simple white shirt and grey sweatpants instead of his usual formal clothes. A damp towel hanged on his broad shoulders; his hair still wet from the shower he obviously took.

“Welcome home, little one,” he greeted lowly, pulling your reluctant form in. If he felt the way you dug your heels on the ground, he didn’t mention. He was just elated that you were here now. He couldn’t explain the excruciating pain that went through his body almost more than an hour after he dropped you off. He was only able to manage it when Hoseok messaged him, letting him know that you would be coming home with him, and only then did he feel the pain subsided.

For the second time, you stepped foot in the grandiose place of theirs. It was a strange juxtaposition, your cautious movements against Namjoon's determined pull. Funnily, you thought it was similar to the depiction of Lucifer dragging Persephone down to hell. Walking behind you was the intimidating man, Jung Hoseok. He was carrying your bags in his hand in a relaxed manner, opposite to how he was before. The amount of clothes he personally packed were staggeringly ridiculous. It was like he packed your whole belongings with the intention for you to never set foot in your own apartment again. In his other hand was your traitor of a cat that was purring as the man carried him in his arms. It was like your cat left you for a better life.

"You must have been exhausted," Namjoon's voice broke through the quiet, drawing your attention to his warm smile. His concern softened the edges of your weariness. “The day is too long for any of us. You should get your rest.”

You eyed Hoseok, unsure of how to act when he offered you a reassuring smile. “We readied your room, little one," Hoseok's voice was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to his prior demeanor. Namjoon bade you good night, his large hand cupping your cheek tenderly before letting you go. With a beckoning gesture, Hoseok motioned for you to follow him, and you fell into step beside him, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on your shoulders.

He opened the room to the far end of the right wing. Similar to the aesthetic of the house, the room was equally grandiose. The bed, positioned prominently in the center of the room, commanded attention with its regal presence. It was fit for a princess, you thought, with its lavish canopy and layers of plush bedding inviting you to sink into its embrace. Every detail spoke of luxury and refinement, from the gilded accents to the soft, muted colors that suffused the room with an air of tranquility.

Any other time you would have gushed over the beauty of this room, but not this time. And not with the stress that that love potion brought you! On top of that, you were in a strange place with your CEOs who were practically strangers up at this moment! It was more than understandable that you were acting wary of these two men. They were only two of the seven, and you were already displaced by them! What more if the remaining five were to face you now?

You looked over your lashes at the man who was putting your bags down in front of what looked like a huge walk-in closet, his face void of any negative emotions but the people pleaser and the anxious child in you made you voiced out what you were thinking.

“Are you mad at me?”

Your cat, on the other hand, was now roaming freely and inspecting his new home with a purr, uncaring of the stress that you were feeling. You knew that traitor had such an expensive taste that your cat would literally sell you for a piece of chicken. You couldn’t help but notice the amount of cat toys that were kept in the corner of the room, prompting you to think that this wasn’t a spur of the moment kind of thing.

Hoseok blinked owlishly as though you asked an utterly absurd question, one that would never happen. His brows furrowed before he offered you a reassuring smile. “What brought this on?”

You sighed dramatically before plopping down on a surprisingly soft and comfortable mattress. You were even unknowingly pouting, making him want to squish your adorable cheeks in between his hands and cooed down at you. “Well, because I may or may not have ruined your lives because of that drink. But in my defense, which I think is a very good and plausible one and it may actually stand in court, it was never my intention to make you ‘fall in love’ with me and that drink was only gifted to me! Don’t you think I should be given a less harsh punishment?”

“Punishment?” Hoseok repeated to himself, his head tilted to the side as he pondered the notion. Was living with them meant to be some sort of a punishment when this was a big house and you had seven men to cater to your every whim? They would literally give you the world should you asked. “No, honey. Listen, I’m not mad at you. In fact, it’s the opposite.”

“I’m mad at you?” you asked with a hint of humor in your voice before flashing him a grin of your own. You were too adorable and funny, he gushed as he kneeled in front of you. Slowly as though gauging your reaction, he held your hands in between his, running his thumb in a soothing manner when you didn’t pull away. Hoseok couldn’t help but smile widely when he held you. It was such an exhilarating rush, he observed, one that he had never felt before.

In fact, it was an addicting feeling…one that he could not bear to lose.

“We’re not mad,” he began, his voice earnest as he looked up at you from his kneeled form on the carpeted floor. He never knelt for anyone, but for you, he would without any questions asked. “None of us are mad. This is merely a…unique conundrum. But we’ll figure it out. We always do. So don’t worry, okay?

We will take care of it.”

It was well after midnight when the five equally annoyed men strutted inside the mansion. Their faces were painted with discontent, their eyes carrying a certain weight of physical exhaustion and their movements that of strain from being physically away from you.

They were, in fact, practically gritting their teeth from the discomfort and pain.

Kim Seokjin was the first to stride into the room, the heavy oak double-doors slamming against their hinges so forcefully that even Namjoon grew concerned. He meant, for heaven’s sake, he had it custom-ordered from his favorite artist that specialized in wood carving! Anyway, it was a rare sight to see him display any negative emotion as he was always the brother that brought lightness to whatever tense situation he found them in. He was known for his penchant to be kidding around, cracking dad jokes left and right and his laughter was contagious. But those traits were nowhere to be found.

His voice was surprisingly deep as he directed his equally captivating eyes to their lead CEO with darkness even Jimin who was walking behind him found startling. “Don't forget, I'm the one who prepares your food, Kim Namjoon."

Namjoon blinked at that, his hold on his laptop loosening at his hyung’s words. “All is fair in love and war?” he supplemented sheepishly, his fingers lifting to flash him a peace sign to which his hyung merely rolled his eyes to before plopping down the huge sofa and closing his eyes, his long leg stretched out in front of him.

Next to display his displeasure was Park Jimin, the one that was the scariest when mad. “You should have just shipped us to Japan then I’d be able to at least buy my skincare products,” Jimin sassed as he rolled his eyes at the lead CEO. His nose was turned up high as he strutted in the room. Despite the long hours spent travelling, Namjoon could not see any evidence that any single blonde hair was out of place on Jimin’s. “I think I finally know what hatred feels like.”

Last to enter was Taehyung and Jungkook. In his own peculiar way, Taehyung was fake sobbing in Jungkook’s arms while the latter was pouting at Namjoon as he patted the back of the former. “I never thought I’d be betrayed by the person I look up the most!”

“Yah!” Seokjin suddenly opened his eyes in disbelief “You trust him the most when I spend all my money on your food from when you were 13 to now?!”

Jungkook merely nodded, his doe eyes seeing nothing wrong with what he said. Taehyung, on the other hand, suddenly stopped acting and stood up straight to face the occupants of the room. “How are we reduced to this: betraying each other?” his deep voice resounded over the room, holding a tone of certain seriousness. His dark eyes met theirs. “Aren’t we better than this? We are brothers. We are better than animals that kill each other in the wild to survive. We are civilized men who are in the top performers of the society, who are featured in every reputable magazine. We are men that are leaders of-”

“Weren’t you the first to betray us, hyung?” Jungkook suddenly asked, effectively cutting off his speech. His head was tilted to the side as he sat beside Seokjin who was actively pushing him away to no avail, grumbling about how he should sit beside the brother he trusted the most.

“That’s neither here nor there!” Taehyung’s volume increased from guilt, his eyes comically widening.

“How?! It’s literally here! And it’s still here!” Jimin shouted, further antagonizing his agemate to which Taehyung gladly took on. The screaming match went on, with Jin joining, whereas Jungkook chimed in every once in a while, clearly enjoying the ensuing chaos. Every now and then, though, he voiced out how much he missed you. Namjoon was massaging his forehead and quietly telling them to stop and to keep quiet because someone was sleeping. It was only Hoseok who was silently watching his brothers and doing a quiet headcount only to come up short.

“Guys? Aren’t we seven?” He broke his silence for the first time, effectively stopping the loud bickering of the brothers. “Where’s Yoongi?”

The loud bickering of his brothers faded as he slipped inside the mansion without them noticing. To be honest, he did not have the required energy to deal with them, much so when he could barely keep himself upright. He didn’t want to see that traitorous bastard, Kim Namjoon, for more than a second. They all had a piece to say but they were all morons, Yoongi thought. As he trudged up the last step of the stairs, he looked up and there was you.

Min Yoongi couldn’t believe his own eyes. He thought that it was his sanity breaking down from the physical pain he had been feeling since he parted from you, and decided to play cruel games with him in the form of you. But there was no way that you were actually here, right? There was no way you were standing in the hallway in your sleepwear…right?

On the other hand, you blinked and looked at Yoongi’s pale face. He looked like he was straining to hold himself upright, evidenced by his grip on the stair’s handrail. His hands were shaking and you were worried that any moment now, he would fall.

You were proven correct not even a second later.

You watched as his body swayed, his eyes closed and you were moving before you could even think of the repercussion. Without heeding to any of your friend’s warning about touching them, you stepped in just in time to steady his body. The momentum from his combined weight and the gravity made you stepped back as his head found its place on your shoulder. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his broad back to anchor him to you.

“Daepyonim Min,” you called for his attention, gauging his alertness while tapping your hand on his back with a sense of urgency. “Daepyonim Min, you need help. Let me call-”

“Little one,” you heard him breathed you in before speaking so slowly, a tone of disbelief in his voice. “You’re real, aren’t you?” His hand slowly cupped your cheek, needing to feel you, needing to know if the object of his love was truly here. “How?”

“I’m here…but it’s a long story. First, we need help. You’re not okay!”

“You’re here,” he repeated to himself, his voice that of wonder. “I-I’m okay now,” he replied with so much warmth as he struggled to lift himself up to look at you. “I just need to sleep. It’s been a long ass day,” he groaned, the ache from his head was slowly dissipating from the proximity to you, yet its intensity since they landed was at its highest. He knew it would take him the whole night to recuperate. But somehow, he knew he could do it easily with you by his side. He didn’t even care why you were here, or even how you got here. What was important was you were now here where you belong- with them.

Against your better judgement and completely unaware of the thoughts running in his head, you nodded as you followed his directions to his room. Just like his personality that you knew him of, his room was no non-sense in a way that all things were functional. It was apparent that the man favored minimalism and comfort over luxury. It was clean and uncluttered, with just the essentials neatly arranged. The bed, large and inviting, dominated the room, adorned with crisp white sheets and a fluffy comforter. A single nightstand stood beside it, holding a small lamp and a few books.

You helped him settle onto the bed, arranging the pillows behind him to support his weary body. He let out a contented sigh as he sank into the softness, his eyes closing momentarily in relief as the weariness slightly subdued.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with gratitude. His eyes held sincerity and warmth. The way he was looking at you, the way he was holding on to your wrist because he didn’t want to let you go only served as reminders of your guilt. He wouldn’t be acting this way if this was normal circumstances.

Your negligence that day brought you here. And those emotions he was showing you were not real, you reminded yourself.

"You're welcome," you replied softly with utmost sincerity, a gentle yet sad smile playing on your lips. "Do you need anything else before I go?"

He had you now, why would he let you go?

It was his rationale as he pulled you to lie beside him, the surprisingly comfortable bed and his enescapable hold were enough to tire you out, you pushing him away did nothing. Despite your inner turmoil, you found yourself yielding to his pull, sinking onto the bed beside him. The warmth of his body radiated against yours, a stark contrast to the chill of your guilt-ridden thoughts.

And when he whispered for you to stay, you did.

It was barely an hour later when Yoongi was awakened by the annoying buzzing of his phone. He looked at you, a smile tugging on his lips at how your mouth was agape as you slumbered off in his arms. You were just so adorable that he wanted to put you in his pocket. He grinned at that thought. He already felt better.

You were the cure, he was sure.

However, the headache seemed to be returning from the persistent phone calls he was getting. He sighed, picking up his phone carefully to not wake you up only to find out it was a videocall from Taehyung.

“Hyung! Where are you?” his deep voice resounded over the quietness of the room. Yoongi, on the other hand, had to lower the volume immediately.

“Shut up,” he admonished him quietly, careful to not arose you from your sleep.

“Are you…sleeping?! When we’re all worried about you?!” the camera spanned out to Seokjin who was eating calmly, lacking any evidence of worry that Taehyung was claiming while Jungkook was running in the background, looking for Yoongi in every corner and even under the furniture. Meanwhile, Jimin was on his phone trying to rank up on his games.

“Yes, you’re right. It’s clear that you’re all worried about me,” he noted in a deadpanned voice, not believing any bullshit coming from Taehyung’s mouth.

Namjoon entered the frame casually, his eyes taking in his hyung’s rested form. He had an inkling of suspicion as to why. “You look well-rested, hyung,” he stated his observation, his complexion looked healthy in comparison to Taehyung’s. Yoongi raised his brow at that. His initial theory that the span of time spent without you was making them sick only got stronger because of Namjoon’s healthier look.

“Did you find our gift?” Hoseok asked from behind the two men, casually hanging his arms on their shoulders. He was smiling. But his eyes held a certain darkness they usually didn’t have.

“I did. We’ll talk tomorrow, yeah?”

Wednesday, Day 2

“No one told me that we have an adorable new housemate.”

The six sleepy men sitting around the dining table looked up as soon as Park Jimin entered the room, in his arms was a fluffy cat that was actively hissing at him. He cooed down at it, softly stroking the thick fur with his hand that was now sporting claw marks.

“We’re already so close!” he announced with softness in his voice despite the repetitive kicks brought by the furry creature in his arm.

“I don’t think you are liked very much…” Jungkook quietly commented, his doe eyes went even larger at the bleeding scratches on his skin. As if sensing an opportunity to escape, the cat suddenly wriggled free from Jimin's arms and darted across the room, landing squarely in Hoseok's lap.

“Hi, my son! Did you have a good night’s sleep?” he asked affectionately, reaching down to stroke the cat's fur.

“Hyung has a secret son!” Jungkook whispered to Taehyung in a scandalous manner, clutching his nonexistent pearls. Taehyung, who looked like he lived and fought through three wars from his exhausted form and his sluggish movement only nodded at Jungkook.

“Whose cat is that? Is that yours, J-hope?” Jin asked, pointing at the cat with his mug. He didn’t know that they now had a furry housemate. Additionally, he didn’t know that he was a cat person.

Namjoon just smirked at his brothers, “That’s not his.”

“My God, I am so tired,” Jimin sat next to Taehyung, his muscles aching with exhaustion. With a heavy sigh, he leaned his whole weight on his friend, seeking some semblance of comfort in their shared weariness.

"Everything hurts," Taehyung moaned, mirroring Jimin's sentiment. He glanced over at Namjoon, pleading silently for a solution. "We need her. Hyung, please. Do something," he implored, his voice tinged with desperation.

Jungkook finally put down his spoon with a loud thud, standing up to look at them one by one. “Okay, I cannot be the only one curious about whose cat that is!” he pointed at the cat who only meowed back at him before shifting his finger to his hyung who was silently eating with a smile on his face. “And you, why do you look so good this morning, hyung, while the four of us look like we are 3 hours away from passing away?” he asked Yoongi, his doe eyes demanding answers from the chaotic bunch that only turned more chaotic as the morning wore on.

Yoongi, taking a leisurely sip of his coffee, raised an eyebrow at Jungkook's question. His lips curled into a smirk, revealing a hint of amusement. "Well, Kookie, some of us are just naturally blessed with good genes," he quipped, his tone teasing.

“Excuse me?! Are you saying that I am not blessed with good genes?! Me?! The world wide handsome?! Now, you’re just outright lying!”

“Hyuuuuung, do something! I think I’m dying!” Taehyung shouted amidst the noise.

“Stop screaming you’re scaring my son!” Hoseok shot back all while covering the cat’s little ears.

“Whose cat is that even?!�� Jungkook asked again in disbelief, the vein in his throat protruding from annoyance and curiosity.

“Oh my God, Taehyung! I already did something, okay?!” Namjoon finally raised his voice for him to hear.

“Ahhhhhhh, my head hurts and she’s the only cure! I have to go to her!” Jimin whined sadly, attempting to leave his chair slowly.

“In that state?!” Jin shouted at Jimin and Taehyung, already feeling the stress causing havoc on his otherwise beautiful face.

But Taehyung and Jimin were already halfway out of their chair, clutching their heads dramatically. "I can't take this anymore! I need her!" he wailed, his eyes darting around the room with desperation only to find you by some miracle.

“Little one…” he called, his voice small as though he couldn’t believe that you were truly there. It was like their pain manifested you, and heavens, it was worth it. He’d willingly go through this pain if it meant seeing you and having you here where you belonged.

With them.

“Good morning, has anyone seen my cat?”

Your voice, despite it being low, was sufficient to effectively stop the bickering among the CEOs. How they heard you amidst their own noise, you didn’t know. One thing was for certain, though. They were attuned to you like lovesick men did. Their eyes were on you with varying emotions. Jungkook was surprised, to say the least. Taehyung and Jimin, on the other hand, were relieved. Yoongi's smirk widened into a grin, his eyes sparkling with delight at the sight of you. Seokjin stared at you in disbelief, as if trying to comprehend how you managed to appear amidst the chaos. Namjoon and Hoseok exchanged a knowing glance, their expressions reflecting a sense of contentment and joy. The pair looked like they secured an extremely important deal and even won the lottery at the same day.

You didn’t see Taehyung moved but you certainly felt how his heavy body fell against yours. You certainly heard his sigh of relief even as he swayed on his feet.

And when you touched his hand to support him, that was when he fell.

Suffice to say, no one made it to the office today.

You were seated beside Taehyung on the sofa, his thighs plastered to yours as though any space was considered a sin. He had your hand tenderly imprisoned in his. On your other side was Jimin who had his head in the vee of your shoulders. You were their medicine, they were sure.

Meanwhile, you were anything but comfortable. You were never really a fan of skinship, always the one who was reserved and preferred physical distance when surrounded by people. And yes, you were aware that thousands, if not millions, would kill to be in your spot right now but that didn’t make you any more receptive to their proximity. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, not with the way they were watching you.

Especially not with the way Hoseok’s eyebrow raised whenever you even so much as attempted to move. His pointed gaze held you in place, a silent warning against any attempt to flee.

You were stiff. But you knew, and quite frankly you were starting to believe the effectivity and potency of that wretched potion. You already witnessed five of the seven men almost crumbled to the ground from the unbearable pain. There was no way that that was not connected to that potion.

“When did the pain start, Taehyung-ah?” Seokjin asked as he flustered over the younger CEO. He was pouring hot tea for the two agemate, his innate mother instinct surfacing. Despite that, he couldn’t help but look at you with small smile on his lips. He was happy that you were here, truly happy for the first time in ages. It was like his heart calmed down, the darkness slowly vanishing from his mind now that you were in their vicinity. Now, he could just focus on taking care of you

“At around 6 pm…less than 12 hours after little one ran from me,” he finished with his signature pout, turning to you as though he was a puppy you kicked aside and was begging you to take it back. “I was so sad when you ran from me, little one.”

“You also ran from me,” Jimin added, his pouty lips protruding even more as he glared at you. “It deeply wounded me. I am still hurt over that, you know? I woke up so early just to see you.”

“She also ran from me…” Jungkook's voice joined the chorus from his place on the floor with his back leaning on your knees, adding his own layer of disappointment.

“Then why didn’t you say anything?” Namjoon asked the peculiar man in concern, his worry lessening as Taehyung started to gain back his colors.

“Because! Hyung looked sicker than me!” Taehyung response was quick while pointing at Yoongi who was looking at them stoically. He looked bored, except when he turned to look at you and then all of a sudden, he was shooting sweet smile at your direction, his fingers forming heart sign. You blinked owlishly at his sudden display of affection.

“You idiot, he’s just naturally pale!” Seokjin admonished him even as he continued to feed him light snacks.

“Next time, say something when you’re not feeling well,” Hoseok broke his silence, a smile forming on his lips and you just knew it was fake. “Our little one is with us now. We no longer have to suffer, right, sunshine?”

The weight of Hoseok's words hung in the air, wrapped in the softness and faux innocence of his tone. It almost seemed like an innocent question, but you couldn't shake the feeling of caution that settled in the pit of your stomach. After all, it was Hoseok who ensnared you in his web and brought you into this situation.

Seokjin, sensing the tension between the two of you, directed your focus on him. His body was now turned to you, his form relaxed as he offered you a gentle and encouraging smile. “How did you get here, little one?”

“Daepyeonims Kim and Jung-“

“I take back what I said last night. I love you and you’re the best leader anyone could ever have!” Jimin suddenly said, jumping from his seat to cling to the aforementioned CEO. After which, the five of them listened to your retelling of how you got here.

“It’s true that we had an inkling of why we are acting…well, the way we are,” Seokjin noted after a lapse of silence, looking down at his hands as he did so. “It was the only plausible explanation, regardless of how illogical it was.”

“We weren’t- aren’t behaving normally. We thought back to everything that transpired during that day and the only deviation was our interaction with you.,” Namjoon took charge of the explanation, his voice steady and authoritative, as befitting a leader. “At first, the symptoms were bearable to say the least. I even managed to hold off for the whole day until I saw you in the elevator. And even then, I was already suffering. The pain was nothing I ever experienced before. All I could think about was you. All I craved was your presence. All I wanted that whole day was to go to you.”

Yoongi nodded, experiencing firsthand the excoriating pain last night. “Everything was a struggle. It’s like our organs were not functioning properly, like oxygen struggled to enter our lungs no matter how hard we breathed.”

“And you are the cure.”

You lifted your eyes to Park Jimin who sounded serious for the first time this morning. His smile was even missing from his face, but his eyes held genuineness. “You’re the only one we need, little one.”

But instead of feeling relieved, you felt suffocated, overwhelmed by the weight of their dependence on you. The realization that you held the key to their well-being filled you with a sense of panic, the walls closing in around you. You wanted to help them, to ease their suffering, but the burden felt too heavy to bear. With all seven of them relying on you, the pressure threatened to crush you under its weight.

As you struggled to find your voice amidst the chaos, a sense of dread settled in the pit of your stomach. The repercussions of that potion were far greater than you could have ever imagined, and now, you were left to grapple with the consequences. “Until when?”

You untangled Taehyung’s arms from you and moved away despite the whine that left Jimin. You stood up, your back almost to the wall as you regarded them with your eyes. “Until when will you need me?”

“We don’t know, yet, my love,” Namjoon answered truthfully at the same time Taehyung.

“Forever,” his deep voice resounded over the room, the weight of his words heavy in the air.

Silence descended, thick and palpable, as the gravity of the situation settled upon each of you like a suffocating blanket. The only sound was the faint hum of the ventilation system, a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within your mind.

Forever. The word echoed in your ears, reverberating with both promise and dread. The thought of being tethered to them indefinitely sent shivers down your spine, a chilling reminder of the magnitude of their reliance on you.

Jimin shifted uncomfortably, his eyes pleading as he reached out a hand towards you. "Please, don't leave us," he implored, his voice tinged with desperation.

Your shoulders dropped down at his plea. You knew yourself all too well. You had to help them. You had to go at the bottom of this. You were going to be patient.

But patience was never your best suit.

You finally had it at exactly five in the afternoon. See you didn’t even last for 10 hours and you already felt suffocated. Anywhere you went, there would be at least two of them tailing you. Every time you turned to ask for space, they would be flashing you the sweetest smiles you were ever given. Every time you ran into Yoongi, he would blatantly offer you all his stocks; Jin was always seen to be carrying snacks around for you and trying to feed you; Namjoon would always try to herd you in his display room of paintings and sculptures; while Hoseok would always look at you then his phone and order you clothes that you wouldn’t even dream of buying from the price alone.

Meanwhile, the maknae line was always around you, beaming with energy and trying their very best to rizz you up. It was safe to say that they were doing their absolute best to make you lose your composure.

Which is why you abruptly stopped walking, turned around, and glared at the men behind you that almost crashed into each other, including your cat that was following you around the house.

“May I help you?” you asked, your brow raised as you waited for their answer as they looked at each other.

“Yes, little one. You definitely can help us. Let’s go over there and cuddle!” Jimin smiled angelically at you as he pointed upstairs to what you assumed was his room. See, this man looked so harmless. In fact, you thought he looked the sweetest among the seven, but his eyes could never fool you. You physically saw someone blushed so hard when he smiled at them, his eyes crinkling into crescents as he brushed his hair up like he was fond of doing.

On the other hand, Taehyung, ever the agreeable companion to Jimin, nodded vigorously, his boxy smile widening as he looked at you expectantly. Jungkook was bouncing on his feet, excited with the prospect that he got to have you in his arms despite his inability to meet your eyes at the moment.

Wednesday Evening, Day 2

“We need to talk,” you huffed as you pushed the three men inside what you assumed was the common room of this huge mansion.

Seokjin, who was already inside the room and enthusiastically playing his game, rapidly turned it off despite obviously winning to give you all his attention. His back was straightened after kicking his gaming console away. The way he was looking at you made you blushed, but you were deathly determined to not show it. You were terrified that if you gave in even an inch, then these men would gladly take a mile. You couldn’t let yourself drown in this scenario, and most of all, you shouldn’t let yourself fall for them.

These were just effects of that wretched potion. None of these were real.

“Yes, little one? What’s on your mind?” Namjoon’s voice suddenly disrupted your thoughts as he walked in the room, his posture relaxed. He intentionally brushed against your side, his hard muscles softly swaying your soft one, satisfying the call inside him to have you near him. He leaned against the table where Hoseok and Yoongi were working. They both gave you their attention as soon as you declared that conversation needed to be had.

“Speak your mind, sunshine,” Hoseok urged you gently with a smile on his face as though he didn’t terrify you the night before. Your eyes lingered on him, still unable to read his true personality. Or which among the versions he showed you were his realest?

Yoongi nodded when he saw you hesitated, giving you assurance you obviously needed to continue.

“I need space.”

Cue the tears from Jungkook, chaos from Taehyung and Jimin, rapid reasoning from Seokjin, dramatic clutching of heart from Yoongi partnered with a deathly glare to the who he assumed made you say those wretched word; maknae line, clenched of jaw from Namjoon and deafening silence from Hoseok. Despite the expected mixed reaction, one emotion rose above them all.

Panic.

As though they had one mind, the six CEOs turned to look at Namjoon, a plead for him to make sense of what was happening and to fix this for them. It was obvious that they needed you like air, if not more. Their survival hinged on you, and that was not even an overstatement.

Seokjin, ever perceptive, sensed the uncharacteristic struggle within the lead CEO. Namjoon’s jaw was clenched, a sure sign of his struggle to maintain composure in the face of the unexpected. In a move only Seokjin could execute with dramatic flair, he jumped away from you, creating a symbolic distance that echoed your plea. He was pointedly looking at the expanse of space between of the two of you as though this was what you meant when you knew he understood what you truly meant by space.

“There, little one,” Seokjin spoke softly, his voice carrying a weight that resonated through the room. His eyes were dark that held a mix of understanding and yet, a stubborn determination. “Space.”

You sighed, looking up at the peculiar-looking chandelier you just knew was Taehyung’s idea. “That’s not what I meant-”

“Then what do you mean?” Taehyung cut you off, his earlier tirade and childlike rebellion with his agemate were nowhere to be found and instead, who stood before you was an entirely different man. Had you looked closer, then perhaps you would have seen the swirling darkness in his eyes.

“You know we’d die without you. Why are you doing this?” Yoongi, who was still clutching his heart, spoke lowly. His eyes that you thought to be always emotionless were brimming with sadness. His words tugged at your heart.

But if they just let you speak, then they’d understood-

“Is that what you want?” Hoseok asked monotonously, and this time he didn’t look like the lively and full of sunshine CEO. This time, he looked like a dangerous man who was about to go off. He lifted his dark brow before standing up and circling to where you were. He was close, too close and yet, none of him was touching you. The height difference between the two of you made him seemed more intimidating as he leaned down to meet your eyes. “You want us to die, is that it? Hmm?”

“No-“

“Then what?”

“I just need space for myself-“

“But noona! I need you. We need yo-“

You turned to glare at Jungkook who actively gulped when he saw the daggers in your eyes. “Can you let me speak? Can you all let me finish?”

“Yes, noona. Sorry, noona. You’re so beautiful, noona,” he rapidly said as he formed hearts with his fingers, his smile was lovely as though he didn’t just annoy you.

“All of you,” Namjoon’s commanding voice echoed in the room, his draconic eyes set on you even as he addressed his brothers. “Sit down and let little one talk.”

Once they were all settled in with the five men sitting on the sofa, Yoongi not moving from his seat, and Namjoon standing tall- a deliberate choice, you thought, to let you know that you might have the floor but he still held the reins, you started explaining to them how you could not do this if it meant that you wouldn’t have any time for yourself. In order to leave this house once this was all over with your sanity intact, then you had to have rules and regulations like civil men did.

Yoongi's eyes narrowed slightly, as if assessing your resolve. Jin shifted in his seat, his expression unreadable. Hoseok glanced between you and Namjoon, silently absorbing the tension. Taehyung and Jungkook remained quiet, their eyes fixed on you, waiting for your conditions. Jimin scoffed lightly.

“What do you propose?” Jimin asked, his velvet smooth voice seemed to be innocent had you not known that he identified as a Slytherin.

“2 hours each. I think that since there are seven of you, that would be 14 hours of my day-“

“Dibs to the remaining 10 hours!” Yoongi suddenly said, his hand shooting up and his face held determination and a hint of mischief. The room fell silent, all eyes turning to Yoongi as he leaned back comfortably in his chair, a sly grin playing on his lips.

Jimin raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable for a moment before a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Bold move, Yoongi," he remarked, his tone light but edged with amusement. "I, myself, am also vying for those ten hours, little one."

Yoongi shrugged nonchalantly, uncaring of what Jimin was saying. "I know what I want," he stated simply, crossing his arms as he leaned back further in his seat, looking supremely confident. “And anyway, now that I had her in my arms last night, I really don’t think I can sleep alone, anymore.”

“Excuse me?!” Taehyung stood up, facing Yoongi with disbelief in his face. “How did that happen-”

“Does being the oldest not mean anything anymore?!”

“You might as well step on me, hyung! You might as well kick me where it hurts the most- oh wait! You did!”

You shook your head as maknae line plus Seokjin screamed at each other. Meanwhile, Hoseok was trying to keep the peace. Namjoon was the only one who kept on watching you, his mind going over an overdrive as to how to resolve this all while maintaining their leverage over you and keeping you happy.

“Fine, we accept.”

They all turned to Namjoon, their eyes comically large at how easy their leader agreed. “We do?” Hoseok asked.

“Either that or lose her. Or die. So yes, we agree. In return, within those two hours of your undivided attention, you’ll cater to our every need.”

You blinked owlishly at what he said. And also, did he have to say that like that?!

“F-fine! But those ten hours will truly be mine, okay?”

“What will you even do within those ten hours, noona?” Jungkook asked innocently, his doe eyes brimming with curiosity.

“Shower, sleep, eat, meditate so as to not lose my mind-“

“But why can’t we do all those things together?” Jimin whined, swaying his body in emphasis of his desire to be included.

“Because! That’s private-“

“But we’re close!” Jungkook added, his eyes wide and earnest.

“Oh my God, you idiot,” you heard Seokjin murmured under his breath, disappointed and quite frankly, embarrassed by the youngest’s stubbornness.

“Two hours start when?” Hoseok finally asked something that could be answered logically.

“7 in the morning and ends at 9 in the evening.”

Thursday morning, Day 3

“Rise and shine, my one and only!”

Your room was gently engulfed by light as Kim Seokjin opened the door at exactly 7 in the morning. He was still wearing his blue pajamas and in his hands was a tray with what looked to be a delectable mug of coffee. You blinked your sleepiness away as he stepped in the room. He carefully placed the tray on your bedside table, before cupping your cheeks in between his hands and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

Okay.

That woke you up.

His gesture was unexpected, and it most probably showed on your face from the way he chuckled as he booped your nose.

“Ah, you’re so beautiful even in the morning, little one!” He exclaimed before stepping back and flicking the curtains open further, letting even more sunlight stream into the room. How was this fair, you wondered. How could he look so perfect and put-together even when he was still in his sleepwear? You glanced at the mirror on the wall and was horrified to see how opposite you looked to the man who just declared that you were so beautiful in the morning.

If you didn’t believe in the effectivity of the potion before, then you definitely did now. Your hair was all over the place and you had sleep in your eyes.

And oh my God, was that a dried drool on the side of your lips?!

You immediately made yourself presentable the best you could before Seokjin sat on your bed, lifting his own mug to his lips…his very plump lips. He was unfazed by your awkward demeanor.

“I am so glad I have this schedule. Nothing beats spending the morning with you,” he murmured warmly, his eyes shining with sincerity and love(?) “I made breakfast, little one. Get ready and come down, okay?”

It was quarter to eight when you finally joined him in the patio where he set up the breakfast. He was already dressed for work like you, his hair now sleeked up. Also, how could a forehead look that good? Did that even make any sense?!

He turned to you and smiled. His eyes traced your form before standing. He gently tugged you in his arms, completely engulfing you within him. You could hear his heart and hoped that he couldn’t hear yours; it was definitely embarrassing how fast yours was beating in comparison to his. You weren’t really used to being physically close to anyone, let alone your CEOs that you never had personal interactions with before this.

“I didn’t put on at tie yet because I wanted us to match,” he easily shared in your ear before guiding you to your seat as though what he did was not meant to make your heart beat faster.

You looked at all the mouthwatering dishes he prepared and wondered just how long he had been awake for. “Where are the others?” you hadn’t seen nor heard any of them in the house and you wondered if they had already eaten.

Seokjin merely smiled at you before artfully cutting pieces of the croissant he made for you and putting them on your plate. “Little one, it’s my time. You’re mine.”

“For two hours…” you added, suddenly feeling ominous by the way he worded his schedule and his dark eyes despite the sweet and seemingly harmless smile he was sporting.

“Sure.”

After he dropped you off in your office wherein he held your hand all the way from the car until he delivered you to your office chair, he planted a kiss on the back of your hand despite your reluctance. You couldn’t help but noticed the grip he had on you, nor the way he looked around the office and glared at any men glancing your way.

And of course, everyone in the office saw.

At exactly 9:01 am, a bouquet of flower was sent to your office. The sender? None other than Jung Hoseok himself.

He was sure to be punctual, not wasting any second off his scheduled time. He thought that time was gold, and he wanted nothing more since he woke up to be with you.

Sufficed to say, Jung Hoseok craved you so bad.

Your eyes widened from the sunflowers to him as he flashed you his sunny smile as though he didn’t scare you the past days with his warnings. “For the most beautiful part of my day.”

You could hear the murmurs of your officemates, and you were already dreading the gossips that would surely come. You wondered how they would look at you once this was all over. For sure, you’d be the laughing stock of the ton.

You most probably have to resign…

“Darling?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Hoseok tilted his head as he leaned in you, his hand on your armrest. This close and you could smell him. And heavens. He smelled heavenly. He smelled clean and crisp, like the subtle touch of ocean breeze. This close and you could see how perfect his features were, how harmoniously proportionate they were. This close and you could see the darkness he always kept in bay.

“What are you thinking?”

“N-nothing-“

“Tell me,” he demanded gently, his eyes trained on your lips like no one was looking, like you and him were existing in your own world where no one could touch you and take you away from him.

Where no one could take you away from them.

“I-“

“Good morning! I have great, great news!”

Your friend breezed into the office, fashionably late as usual, her face lit up with excitement. The room buzzed with curious glances as she made her way to her desk, her eyes searching until they landed on yours. The grin she was sporting faltered off as the CEO turned to her with an expression she didn’t like before it all went away and Hoseok flashed her a smile.

“G-good morning, Daepyeonim Jung.”

“Good morning,” he answered cheerfully, fully straightening up and granting you the much-needed space to catch your breath. “What’s your good news?”

She looked at you, and only when you nodded did she whisper the news that her grandmother knew someone from the mountains that had the answer and solution. Her voice was hushed enough that your coworkers couldn’t hear her, yet clear enough to give you hope. Your grin was so wide as you stood up and hugged her.

It was only when you turned to Hoseok to share your happiness did you notice something unsettling. His expression had darkened briefly, a shadow passing over his features before he hastily composed himself with a bright smile.

What was that?

Before you could dwell on that, he declared it good news and pulled you out of the office.

You found yourself standing in the middle of his office as he plopped down on his chair, stack of paper on his table that grew in size from missing yesterday’s work. He seemed busy, yet he was looking expectedly at you. His eyes were serious as he gestured for you to come closer.

It was apparent he wasn’t happy with the distance when you decided to stop three feet away from him. His eyes remained impassive as he sighed and without any warning, pulled you to him. You landed on his surprisingly muscular lap, your hands automatically going to his shoulders in an effort to steady you.

Your eyes widened at his actions and any attempt to stand up was squashed by his ironlike grip around you.

“Didn’t you promise you’d cater to our every need when we agreed on that ridiculous two-hour schedule?”

“And having me on your lap is a need?!”

“It is. I want- no. I need you close,” and only when he confessed did you see the miniscule tremors in his hands. He was nuzzling his face on your neck, breathing in the scent he missed so much. Your soft skin against his touch somehow calmed the demons. If he was already like this despite you seeing him last night, then it meant that their symptoms were worsening like what your friend warned you of. The more time you spent with them and the more that your skins touched meant that their lovesickness would only worsen in time.

You were dreading to think what would happen to the remaining CEOs and how they would act, more so when Jimin and Namjoon were in the last two.

Namjoon's schedule sneakpeak Jungkook’s schedule sneakpeak, Part 3 sneakpeak, Part 3

#bts fic #yandere bts #bts yandere #ot7 x you #bts ot7 #bts ot7 x reader #kim namjoon fic #kim seokjin fic #min yoongi fic #jung hoseok fic #park jimin fic #kim taehyung fic #jeon jungkook fic #bts smut

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firestorm09890 · 6 months ago

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there's a part of canto vi I've been thinking about since it came out, and it doesn't actually have anything to do with Heathcliff.

this

She is bitter as fuck and as time goes on she's getting worse at keeping it down. Sinclair's the one who started it, by talking about how sad it is that they'd never get to see color, and Rodya starts to get a little irritated over it (yeah, sure, pity the Backstreets folk and their poor miserable little lives, privileged nest boy), but she's obviously trying not to straight up call Sinclair a privileged nest boy because she doesn't want to. But then Yi Sang and Ishmael join in on talking about how sad this place is with no color and she just can't keep her opinion down.

But that makes the atmosphere tense, and she hates a tense atmosphere, so she changes the subject and her tone, not giving a damn about how obvious it is. also, haha, ice and cold references.

And actually, this doesn't really have much evidence to support it, but I wonder if she holds a higher level of resentment for Sinclair in particular.

Canto II had some discussion about how Rodya wishes she was special (and while I think what Sonya said about her killing the tax collector just to feel special is absolute bullshit, I do also think there is some truth to her wanting to feel special), and introduced us to the concept of The Sign in a way that was vague and more like foreshadowing than actually introducing it. Then Canto III was all about The Sign, and how special Sinclair is, and since then we've had people talking about signs and stars and a new birth of the world and it's all stuff Rodya doesn't get to be part of.

I don't think she wants to hold resentment for Sinclair, and she especially never wants him to know, but going back after all this time and rereading this one interaction with him in Canto II felt pretty jarring.

the more important part of this is the way it feels like she's making a joke at Heathcliff's expense, for being poor, like even though she's also from the Backstreets she feels she's "above" it.

She absolutely does not feel this way.

On my way to find the first passage, I reread some other interesting stuff:

Once again, there's the harsh juxtaposition between casual, fun-loving Rodya, and tired, poor man's advocate Rodya. Almost everyone on the team speaks through the lens of a Nest dweller (I have to wonder if learning that Heathcliff was apparently raised in a mansion made her even more bitter), and the way she's so short with her mention of the Sweepers makes me think she's thinking about how painfully obvious it would have been to any other Backstreets dweller. And then, right after, dropping back into her casual voice, and Sinclair revealing that Rodya used the fucked up Backstreets creature to tease him...

Other obvious moments of Rodya being bitter as hell about rich people include this part of S.E.A.

and this part of her observation logs on Spiral of Contempt (actually, nearly everything in that log that isn't about the physical abnormality has to do with how much she hates how rich people look down upon the poor)

Hong Lu's canto comes after Don's, and then after his is Ryōshū's, who, based on her source material, probably served one of the most awful, contemptuous rich people the sinners have access to, and I really hope at some point here Rodya gets to snap in a big way

...hey so I wrote this entire post at 1 in the morning and then saved it to drafts because I didn't want to post something at 1 in the morning. the Timekilling Time trailer came out about two hours later, featuring both Rodya... and the long-awaited return of the Yurodiviye. so now it's past 3 in the morning for me but I'm posting it now anyway because ohohoho seeing the Yurodiviye again has given me SO much energy

I have a feeling all this is going to be very relevant extremely soon

#limbus company #project moon #rodion #rodion lcb #lcb rodion #she's not even in my top 3 favorite sinners but she's so interesting to me #similar to lexaeus kingdomhearts except unlike him I know project moon are actually cooking something with rodya #rest in peace background character king #me post

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moonstruckme · 4 months ago

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poly!wolfstar x reader or whimsical!reader would be absolutely wholesome Maee!! Love and hugs 💖 have a lovely day 💫

(to clarify I'm not the anon who mentioned wolfstar previously. I'm just a lovesick of these two lol. hope the request is ok! Sending good vibes your way✨)

Awh I love them so much! Thanks for requesting sweetheart, hope you have a lovely day too <3

cw: squished snail :(

poly!wolfstar x whimsical!reader ♡ 900 words

Remus comes home, juggling his umbrella with three drinks from the coffee shop down the street, to find you and Sirius kneeling outside your front door. You seem to be placing dead leaves in a circle around a wet-looking smudge on the ground.

“Um.” He steps under the overhang of your roof, adjusting his hold on the drinks to set down his umbrella. “What’s going on?”

“We’re surrounding the snail with dead plants so it can be nourished in the next life,” Sirius says easily. Like this is something he does often. “Watch your step, handsome.”

Remus heeds the warning, stepping carefully around the circle and behind the two of you. That’s when he notices your clothes.

For Sirius, wearing black isn’t so unusual. He knows it sets off his tattoos and comparatively milky complexion, and he loves nothing more than a dramatic juxtaposition. But you, Remus didn’t even know you owned clothes this colorless. Your dress is loose and flowy, an inky black that’s more of a contrast against your generally lighthearted disposition than it’s ever been against Sirius’ coloring. You look lovely as always, but like a dulled version of your usual self.

“Are we having a funeral?” Remus asks carefully.

Your posture is slumped, droopy as a weeping willow. “Yeah,” you reply glumly. “I went to take out the trash, and I couldn’t see in front of me. I crushed them.” Your voice seems to quiet further at the end, some mixture of shame and mourning clogging your throat.

“Them?”

“The snail,” Sirius clarifies. He rubs between your shoulder blades. “It was an accident, sweetheart.”

You nod, taking in a bolstering breath. “A funeral feels like the least I can do to try to honor them after cutting their life short.”

“Oh, that’s very thoughtful of you.” Remus kneels on your other side, ignoring Sirius’ sharp look when he can’t help a little grunt at the ache in his joints. He sets your drinks where they won’t get knocked over. “Maybe this was a very old snail, and you found it at the end of its life.”

“I just hope they didn’t leave a family behind,” you fret.

“I’m sure even if they did,” he says, reaching for his most reassuring tone, “their family would appreciate what a nice resting place you’ve made for them.” He pets the back of your head. “And that you’ve dressed up so nicely to say goodbye.”

You turn your face towards the ground, and Remus notices a soft pout to your bottom lip. Sirius seems to spot it at the same time. The other boy lifts your chin to kiss at it sweetly.

“Do you want to say a few words, lovely?”

Remus smiles over the top of your head at his softhearted boyfriend. Were it anyone else, Sirius would be making endless fun of them for creating such a fuss over a snail’s death, but because it’s you he’s in all the way. (Evidently, he’s learned his lesson after the time he squashed a mosquito in cold blood. You would hardly look at him for days until he apologized.)

You nod, clearing your throat. “I hope you’re going somewhere with tall grass,” you say, “and lots of soft, wet dirt. And I hope this food gives you sustenance for the journey.”

You mean the dead leaves, Remus supposes. He presses a kiss to the side of your head. “I’m sure it appreciates that, darling.”

“And if you want to reincarnate as an elephant to step on me, I completely understand.”

“Oh.” Sirius coughs. “Don’t we think that’s a bit far?”

“Yeah,” Remus agrees. “You’ve put yourself through enough already, that’s probably not necessary.”

You look between your boyfriends, bemused. “I’m only trying to make things fair. I killed them first.”

“I just think we ought to have a bit more faith in this snail,” says Sirius. “I doubt they’re out for revenge; they strike me as the forgiving sort. No need to relinquish yourself to an untimely squishing.”

You frown. “I suppose you’re right. Snails don’t have very long memories anyway, so as a group they might not be very inclined to hold grudges…”

“Exactly.” He gives your shoulder a loving pat. “Now, it looks like Remus has brought us something. Haven't you, handsome?”

Remus gives you both a small smile, reaching for your drinks. “Here’s a coffee, and a tea for you, dove. Let’s get out of the cold and drink them inside, yeah?”

“Okay.” You give the snail one last, speaking look before starting to stand.

Sirius hurries to Remus’ side, forcing him to use the other boy for support as he straightens up, knees protesting.

“Your hair’s all wet,” he murmurs.

“I know,” Sirius gripes under his breath, but Remus can hear the fondness hidden beneath his grousing. “I figured you’d be upset if I let her go out in the rain to find her ceremonial leaves alone.”

Remus chuckles and kisses his part. “I’ll make some soup before you both catch cold.”

“She’ll only think it’s karmic if we do.”

“No, not really.” Sirius hasn’t kept his voice quiet enough to avoid your hearing, and now you’re looking at him with an earnest bemusement. “It would be karmic if I got sick, but you haven’t done anything wrong, Sirius.”

Remus tsks. “I think you’ve repented enough already, dove,” he says. “Let’s get you both dried off.”

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dandelions-143 · 28 days ago

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Toys - Minho

Kinktober Masterlist

Word Count: 4653

Warnings: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, Explicit sexual content, Strong language, Adult themes, Mild violence

No summary just smut under the cut (this one’s simple and sweet.

Also this one’s not as detailed.. I think I’m slowly running out of steam with these guys… but I’m NOT stopping)

Minho slid a medium-sized box across the table toward you, his eyes gleaming with mischief. The box was meticulously wrapped in black paper adorned with intricate orange pumpkin designs, perfectly fitting the Halloween atmosphere. You cocked your head to the side, a cute little smirk playing on your lips as curiosity sparked in your eyes. "Umm... what is this?" you asked, your voice a mix of excitement and apprehension. You didn't touch it yet, instead letting your gaze flit between the mysterious package and Minho's face.

Minho's expression was a captivating blend of innocence and deviousness. His pouty lips curved into a smirk, but those sharp eyes of his held a promise of something more... intense. The juxtaposition sent a shiver down your spine. "Why don't you open it and find out," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. The low, husky tone made your heart skip a beat. You were acutely aware of your friends scattered around the apartment in various stages of partying, oblivious to the charged moment between you and Minho.

With trembling fingers, you reached for the box. The wrapping paper felt smooth beneath your touch as you traced the edges, prolonging the moment of anticipation. Minho's gaze was heavy on you, making your heart race and your cheeks flush. "You're making me nervous... the way you're looking at me," you admitted, your voice barely audible over the background noise of the party. Minho remained silent, his intense stare never wavering as you slowly began to tear open the wrapping.

As the contents were revealed, your eyes widened in surprise. Nestled in black tissue paper was a sleek, obsidian vibrator. Its smooth surface gleamed under the soft lighting, promising pleasures yet to be explored. Your breath caught in your throat as the realization dawned on you. A mix of excitement and embarrassment colored your cheeks, turning them a deep shade of pink. Minho's smirk widened at your reaction, his eyes now openly glinting with mischief and desire.

Leaning in close, so close that his breath tickled your ear and sent goosebumps racing across your skin, Minho whispered, "I thought we could have some fun later." His voice was low and full of promise, making your body tingle with anticipation. The implications of his words and the gift itself made your mind race with possibilities.

Just as you were about to respond, you noticed Jeongin and Seungmin approaching the table. In a flash of panic, you quickly closed the box and pushed it into your lap, hoping your flushed face wouldn't give away the nature of Minho's gift. Seungmin, ever observant, noticed the tension between you two. With a playful laugh, he gently pulled Minho back by his shoulder. "Minho, let your girlfriend breathe. Don't you ever leave the poor girl alone?" he teased, oblivious to the true reason for your flustered state.

Minho, the picture of nonchalance, only smirked and shook his head in response to Seungmin's comment. His eyes, however, never left yours, silently communicating the anticipation of what was to come later. You clutched the box tighter, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness, wondering how you'd make it through the rest of the party with this tantalizing secret between you and Minho.

Jeongin's curiosity got the better of him as he eyed the mysterious box. "Hey, what's in there?" he asked, his voice tinged with excitement. Your eyes widened, and you instinctively clutched the package tighter to your chest, feeling the smooth wrapping paper beneath your fingertips. Your heart raced as you struggled to come up with a response, but Minho, ever the smooth talker, swooped in to save you from embarrassment.

With a mischievous glint in his eye and a playful wink, Minho replied, "Just a little surprise for later. Nothing you kids need to worry about." His voice was low and teasing, sending a shiver down your spine. The boys exchanged confused glances, their brows furrowing as they tried to decipher Minho's cryptic response. They remained blissfully oblivious to the heat rising in your cheeks, the flush spreading down your neck.

As the party continued in full swing around you, you couldn't help but feel a potent mix of anticipation and nervousness coursing through your veins. The weight of the box in your lap seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment, its contents a tantalizing secret between you and Minho. Your eyes kept darting around the room, always finding their way back to Minho's face. Each time your gazes locked, his knowing smile sent a fresh wave of shivers cascading down your spine. The promise of what was to come once the party was over hung in the air between you, electric and intoxicating.

Time seemed to crawl by at an agonizingly slow pace. The party showed no signs of winding down, the laughter and chatter of your friends filling the apartment. At some point, Minho had discreetly taken the box and hidden it away in your shared bedroom, out of sight but certainly not out of mind. You prided yourself on being a patient person, but tonight, the anticipation was nearly unbearable. Your skin tingled with every accidental brush against Minho, your mind racing with possibilities.

Just when you thought you couldn't take the suspense any longer, you felt a presence behind you. Minho's warm breath tickled your ear as he leaned in close, his chest pressing against your back. Without a word, he reached around you and plucked the half-empty beer bottle from your hand, setting it on the nearby bookshelf. The sudden proximity of his body to yours made your breath hitch, your pulse quickening in response.

In one fluid motion, Minho's fingers intertwined with yours, and he began to lead you away from the living room. You caught a glimpse of Chan and his date, their conversation abruptly halted as they watched you being whisked away. Chan's eyebrows rose in surprise, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he watched you disappear down the hallway.

As Minho guided you towards the bedroom, the sounds of the party began to fade, replaced by the thundering of your own heartbeat in your ears. The anticipation that had been building all evening reached a fever pitch. You could feel the warmth radiating from Minho's body, his grip on your hand firm yet gentle. The hallway seemed to stretch on forever, each step bringing you closer to the moment you'd been waiting for.

Just as you reached the bedroom door, Minho suddenly stopped. In one swift movement, he spun you around to face him, his free hand coming to rest on the small of your back. The sudden closeness of his body to yours made your breath catch in your throat. His eyes, usually bright and playful, were now dark with desire, the intensity of his gaze making your knees weak. You could feel the solid wood of the door against your back as Minho leaned in, effectively trapping you between his body and the entrance to your shared sanctuary.

The air between you crackled with tension, thick with unspoken promises and barely contained desire. Minho's thumb traced small circles on your lower back, each movement sending sparks of electricity through your body. You could smell his cologne, a heady mix of spice and musk that made your head spin. As he leaned in closer, his lips just inches from yours, you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. The moment hung suspended in time, the rest of the world fading away until there was nothing left but you, Minho, and the tantalizing promise of what lay beyond that closed door.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive shell of your ear as he whispered, his voice low and husky, "I can't wait any longer." The warmth of his breath sent shivers down your spine, causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin. Your breath hitched as his large hand slid agonizingly slowly down the curve of your back, his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He gripped your ass firmly, the pressure of his fingertips digging into the soft flesh as he pulled you flush against him. The sudden proximity made you acutely aware of every inch of his body pressed against yours, the heat radiating between you almost palpable.

The sound of laughter and music from the party still filtered through, but it was muffled now, as if coming from a great distance. The world had narrowed down to just the two of you in your own private bubble of desire. You felt Minho shift slightly, his muscular arm reaching past you. The soft click of the lock sliding into place seemed to echo in the charged silence between you. "What if they hear us?" you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. Your eyes fluttered closed as Minho's soft lips found the sensitive spot just below your ear, trailing feather-light kisses down the column of your neck.

Minho's chest rumbled against yours as he chuckled softly, the vibration sending a jolt of electricity through your body. His breath was warm and teasing against your skin as he murmured, "Let them." The possessive growl in his voice made your knees weak. "I want everyone to know how much I want you." His hands began to roam your body with purpose, fingertips tracing the curves and dips of your figure. The fire he ignited within you threatened to consume everything in its path, leaving you breathless and yearning for more.

You melted into his touch, all thoughts of the party and your friends just beyond the door fading away like smoke. Minho's lips claimed yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to tangle with yours. His hands tangled in your hair, tugging gently to angle your head, deepening the kiss further. Your body pressed against his, feeling the hard planes of his chest through the thin fabric of his shirt. A surge of desire coursed through your veins, setting every nerve ending alight.

The world outside ceased to exist as Minho's kisses became more urgent, more demanding. His teeth grazed your bottom lip before soothing the sting with his tongue. Your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours. The party was long forgotten in the heat of the moment, replaced by the sound of your shared heavy breathing and the rustle of clothing.

As you worked on undressing each other, your fingers trembling with a mix of excitement and anticipation, Minho suddenly stilled. A mischievous glint appeared in his eye as he pulled away slightly, leaving you breathless and wanting more. "I think it's time we put that little surprise to good use," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. You watched, heart pounding, as he reached for the box he had stashed away earlier. Your anticipation grew, a delicious tension coiling in your lower belly as you watched him retrieve the sleek black vibrator.

Once you had stripped Minho of his shirt, your hands couldn't resist exploring the newly exposed skin. You trailed your fingertips over his chest, feeling the firm muscles twitch under your touch. As your hands moved lower, down the planes of his stomach, you felt it - the slightly raised line of skin that Minho self-consciously hid from everyone but you. Without hesitation, you leaned down, placing soft, reverent kisses along the length of the scar. You felt Minho's breath hitch, his muscles tensing under your lips as you caressed the sensitive skin.

Minho's fingers tangled in your hair, gently tugging you back up to face him. His eyes, usually bright and playful, were now dark pools of desire, reflecting the intensity of the moment. "You're the only one who sees me like this," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. Before you could respond, he captured your lips in a searing kiss that left you breathless. His tongue swept into your mouth, tasting, exploring, as if he wanted to memorize every detail. The passion in his kiss spoke volumes, conveying not just desire, but a deep, unspoken connection between you.

Minho's lips parted from yours with a soft, lingering smack as his deft fingers worked to remove your pink lace panties and delicate white bra. As the last pieces of fabric fluttered to the floor, his eyes roamed over your exposed body with unbridled admiration. The intensity of his gaze made your skin tingle, as if his eyes alone could caress every inch of you.

"So sexy," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. His fingers traced intricate patterns on your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The vibrator lay momentarily forgotten as he pulled you flush against him, skin on skin. The heat radiating between your bodies was almost tangible, intensifying with each passing second. You reveled in the feeling of his hard, muscular frame pressed against your soft curves, every point of contact sending sparks of electricity through your nerves.

His arousal was evident, his length pressing insistently against your thigh. The realization of how much he wanted you sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through your body. Minho's breath hitched as you shifted slightly, causing delicious friction between your bodies.

"I'll be right back. Get on the bed for me, honey," he murmured against your lips, his voice low and filled with promise. He reluctantly pulled away, grabbing the vibrator before disappearing into the bathroom. You climbed onto the bed, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure it could be heard over the muffled sounds of the party outside. The soft sheets beneath you only heightened your awareness of your naked skin.

The soft click of the bathroom door opening made you turn your head. There stood Minho, a devilish grin playing on his lips as he approached. His eyes, never left yours as he climbed onto the bed, vibrator in hand. The mattress dipped under his weight as he positioned himself between your legs. "Now," he purred, his voice sending shivers down your spine as he trailed the cool metal of the toy along your inner thigh, "let's see how quiet you can be with this."

The vibrator hummed to life, its gentle vibrations sending anticipatory tremors through your body. Minho's eyes, a mesmerizing mix of lust and mischief, locked with yours as he slowly moved the toy closer to your most sensitive areas. You watched, breath catching in your throat, as he trailed it over your pebbled nipples, the sensation making you arch your back slightly. He then dragged it torturously slowly down your stomach, leaving a trail of tingling skin in its wake, before finally resting it just above your slit.

Your breath hitched, anticipation building as you tried to stay quiet, acutely aware of your friends just beyond the bedroom door. The thrill of potentially being overheard only added to your arousal, your skin flushing with a mix of excitement and embarrassment.

"Minho..." you whined softly, your body trembling with anticipation as he continued to tease you with the vibrator. The low hum of the toy melded with the muffled sounds of the party outside, creating an erotic soundtrack to your intimate moment. Minho's eyes gleamed with desire as he watched your reactions intently, savoring every gasp and shiver he elicited from you. He bit his bottom lip, a gesture that never failed to make your heart race, as he spread your thighs wider to settle comfortably between them.

His gaze raked over your aroused state, his tongue darting out to wet his lips at the sight before him. The hunger in his eyes made you feel simultaneously exposed and empowered. Without warning, he pressed the vibrator firmly against your clit, the sudden intense sensation causing you to gasp loudly and arch your back off the bed. Minho's free hand quickly covered your mouth, muffling your moans as he leaned in close. "Shh, baby. Remember, we have to be quiet," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. His eyes sparkled with a mix of desire and amusement as he slowly increased the intensity of the vibrations, watching intently as you squirmed beneath him, caught between the need to stay silent and the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.

Minho's eyes were fixed on you, drinking in every reaction, every subtle movement as the vibrations sent waves of pleasure through your body. Your back arched off the bed, a soft whimper escaping your lips as you writhed under his touch. He loved seeing you like this—helpless, vulnerable, and completely at his mercy. The power he held over you was intoxicating, fueling his own desire as he watched you teeter on the edge of ecstasy.

"That's my good girl," his voice was low and husky, barely audible over the sound of your ragged breathing and the soft hum of the vibrator. The gruffness in his tone sent shivers down your spine, intensifying the pleasure coursing through your body. You could feel the heat of his gaze as it roamed over your flushed skin, taking in every detail of your pleasure-wracked form.

Minho's sharp eyes were mesmerized by the sight before him. He watched intently as your chest heaved with each labored breath, your lips parted in silent moans. The way your brow furrowed in concentration, the flutter of your eyelashes as you struggled to keep your eyes open—every minute detail was etched into his memory. His gaze lingered on the beads of sweat forming on your collarbone, tracing their path as they slowly trickled down between your breasts.

The sight of you—vulnerable, exposed, and completely under his control—only fueled his own arousal. His breathing quickened, matching the rapid rise and fall of your chest. You noticed his grip on the vibrator tighten, his knuckles turning white as he fought to maintain his composure. The intensity of his desire was palpable, filling the air between you with an electric tension.

Unable to resist any longer, Minho began to slowly pleasure himself with his free hand. Your eyes locked onto the movement, watching as he stroked himself in time with the vibrations he was inflicting upon you. The contrast between his controlled movements and your unraveling was utterly intoxicating. You felt a fresh wave of arousal wash over you at the sight, your hips instinctively lifting off the bed, seeking more contact.

Noticing your reaction, Minho leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. His hot breath sent shivers down your spine as he whispered, "You're so beautiful like this, falling apart for me." The low timbre of his voice, combined with the explicit praise, made you whimper softly. You turned your head, seeking his lips, but he pulled back just enough to deny you the kiss, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

His words and teasing actions made you desperate for more. You lifted your hips higher, silently begging for increased pressure. Minho obliged, pressing the vibrator more firmly against you, intensifying the pleasure coursing through your body. You bit your lip hard, trying to stifle a loud moan that threatened to escape. The effort to stay quiet only added to the delicious tension building within you.

Minho's eyes, dark with desire, never left yours as he skillfully worked you towards your climax. You could see the concentration on his face, the way his jaw clenched as he fought to control his own arousal. His gaze was so intense, so full of hunger and adoration, that you felt exposed in the most intimate way possible. It was as if he could see right through you, right into the very core of your being.

Your fingers dug into the sheets, knuckles turning white as you gripped the fabric tightly. Your entire body trembled with the effort to stay quiet and the overwhelming sensations Minho was drawing from you. The vibrations seemed to intensify, or perhaps it was just your heightened sensitivity as you teetered on the brink of orgasm. Every muscle in your body was taut, coiled tight like a spring ready to release.

Sensing how close you were, Minho leaned closer. His breath was hot against your skin, his lips barely grazing your earlobe as he whispered, "Let go for me, baby. I want to see you come undone." His words were both a command and a plea, dripping with desire and anticipation. The raw need in his voice was your undoing.

With his words of encouragement, you felt the last threads of your control snap. Your body tensed, back arching sharply off the bed as waves of intense pleasure crashed over you. A strangled cry escaped your lips, quickly muffled by Minho's hand as he covered your mouth, mindful of the party outside. Your eyes squeezed shut as the orgasm washed over you, every nerve ending in your body singing with ecstasy.

Minho watched in awe as you came apart beneath him. His own desire was evident in his darkened eyes, dilated pupils nearly eclipsing the warm brown of his irises. His breathing was ragged, chest heaving as he fought to control his own arousal. As your climax began to subside, he gently removed the vibrator, replacing it with his own touch. His fingers were gentle yet insistent, prolonging your pleasure as he leaned in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.

The kiss was deep and hungry, a stark contrast to his tender caresses. His tongue swept into your mouth, tasting, exploring, as if he wanted to devour every moan and whimper you made. You clung to him, your body still trembling with aftershocks as he kissed you thoroughly, leaving you breathless and dizzy with renewed desire.

Minho entered you swiftly, before you could fully recover from your first orgasm, filling you completely in one fluid motion. The sudden fullness made you gasp, your body still hypersensitive from your previous climax. Minho let out a deep, guttural groan, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His hot breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine as he began to move, his hips rolling against yours in a steady, intoxicating rhythm. The feeling of him inside you, combined with the lingering sensitivity from the vibrator, sent electric sparks of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in your body.

Just as you were adjusting to his rhythm, you felt the cool metal of the vibrator return, pressed firmly against your oversensitive bud as Minho thrust deep inside you. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, causing you to arch your back sharply off the bed and cry out in ecstasy. This time, Minho made no attempt to quiet you. His eyes, dark with desire, locked with yours, a heady mix of lust and pride evident in his gaze as he watched you come undone beneath him. The relentless vibrations against your sensitive flesh, combined with his powerful thrusts, pushed you towards another peak at an alarming rate. You could feel the familiar tension coiling tightly in your core, threatening to explode at any moment.

Minho's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent and erratic as he sensed your impending release. The vibrator buzzed relentlessly against you, its intensity seeming to increase with each passing second. Waves of pleasure crashed over you, each one more powerful than the last. You bit your lip hard, drawing blood in your attempt to stifle your moans, but they still escaped, louder and more desperate than ever. The realization that your friends could probably hear you just beyond the door only added to your arousal, the thrill of potentially being overheard pushing you closer to the edge.

Minho's grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave marks. You could feel his body responding to yours, his movements becoming more frantic as he approached his own release. "Come for me again, baby," he growled, his voice low and husky with desire. The raw need in his tone sent a shiver down your spine. The combination of his commanding words, the relentless vibrations against your most sensitive spot, and his powerful thrusts hitting just the right angle sent you spiraling into another intense orgasm. Your body shuddered violently beneath him as waves of pleasure washed over you, more intense than anything you'd ever experienced before.

As your second orgasm began to subside, Minho's movements became even more erratic. His breathing was ragged, hot against your skin as he chased his own release. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you. A low, guttural moan escaped his lips as he reached his climax, his body shuddering above you. You clung to him tightly, your nails raking down his back as you felt the warmth of his release. He collapsed on top of you, both of you panting heavily, your bodies slick with sweat and trembling in the aftermath of your shared passion.

For what felt like an eternity, you both lay there in blissful silence, your bodies intertwined and hearts racing in perfect unison. The muffled sounds of the party outside seemed to belong to another world entirely as you basked in the afterglow of your intense encounter. Slowly, Minho lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours. Despite the exhaustion evident on his face, there was a mix of tenderness and mischief in his gaze. A playful smirk tugged at his swollen lips as he whispered, "Think they heard us?" His voice was hoarse, a reminder of the passionate sounds he'd been making moments ago.

You laughed softly, burying your face in his chest to muffle the sound. "I'm pretty sure the whole building heard us," you replied, your cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. The vibration of Minho's chuckle reverberated through his chest, sending a pleasant tingle through your body. His fingers traced intricate patterns on your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Good," he murmured, his voice low and husky. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment. "Let them be jealous. Let them know how good I make you feel."

The comfortable silence that followed was short-lived. A soft knock at your door made you both sit up slowly, exchanging wide-eyed glances. Then Han's voice sounded muffled through the door, a hint of amusement in his tone, "Hey, Minho! Is she still alive? We heard some pretty intense noises coming from in there." As you both scrambled to make yourselves presentable, you couldn't help but share a mischievous grin. Your heart raced, partly from the lingering effects of your passionate encounter and partly from the thrill of almost being caught.

Minho cleared his throat, trying to keep his voice steady as he called back, "She's more than alive, Han. We'll be out in a minute!" You could hear the smugness in his voice, and it made you both cringe and smile. You stifled a giggle, your cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red as you imagined the knowing looks you'd receive when you finally emerged from the bedroom. Minho turned to you, his eyes sparkling with a mix of satisfaction and mischief. He leaned in close, his breath tickling your ear as he whispered, "Ready to face the music, baby?" You nodded, a strange combination of nervousness and excitement bubbling in your stomach as you prepared to rejoin the party, your body still humming from Minho's touch.

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snalsupremacy · 1 year ago

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Why this is my favorite panel in hgsn

Hgsn has some incredible art and page composition, but out of the entire manga so far, to me this is the best panel of them all. Hell, this might be my favorite panel of any manga ever. (Note: Due to respecting the scanlator's wishes, I blanked out the dialogue and replaced all necessary dialogue with the official English source)

1- Build-up

Before I get to the panel itself, lets first talk about the pages before: For context, this is in chapter 2. Yoshiki has just found out about "Hikaru", and its trying to adjust to this new reality. As they walk from school to Yoshiki's house, Yoshiki asks him if he killed Hikaru. This is how the previous two pages look like:

Notice how the half shading effect is done in hatch marks. This is the first sign the all-black shading is a stylistic choice used to convey something.

Look at the balance the two pages form when you put them together: half white, half black, half black, half white. They compliment each other, both in color balance and in panel shape.

We have to turn the page to hear Hikaru's answer to Yoshiki's question. This gives the control of the narrative back to the viewer. This creates tension and build-up to it, it is a common tactic famously employed by Junji Ito in his famous "page-turner" moments where the viewer has to turn the page to see the monster. Except in this instance we are not revealing monsters, or are we?

2- The page

I'm not gonna get into too much detail on the page itself, I just want to point out the juxtaposition between the page composition of this page and the previous two. The last two were balanced and had all the panels closed while this one is much more liberal, bringing a feeling of unbalance, like something just shifted. I'd say the black and white balance is still there, with the Hikaru on white and Yoshiki on black panel side by side and all, which actually brings me to my next point:

3- Black and White

Honestly this could be an entire analysis post of itself, where do I even start?! Let's go from the very beginning. This is the very first time we learn of "Hikaru" :

Notice how the panel is colored black. In fact, throughout the story, we see black panels being spoken by "Hikaru", usually right before he does something unnatural:

And here are the only two instances we see of the Brain-snatcher's true form:

• He's literally a black blob, just like the text bubbles! And now combine that with Hikaru's white hair, and the fact his name means to be bright, and what's the brightest color but white, and there is a clear color symbolism going on:

Hikaru=White

"Hikaru"=Black

4-The Panel

And now we're back to the original panel! Taking all the other points in mind, we can analyze the panel itself

First, his expression. My G-d, his expression! His raised eyebrows and his squinted eyes, making his pupils way larger, make the expression seem almost childish and pitiful. But the half black-out face turns this pity look to an ominous one. Not being able to see the face or having your face obstructed is easy path into the uncanny valley, which I think is the case for this scene. Immediately 180 from "aww the poor guy" to "what is he hiding?"

The white panel says "I like you" while the black panel says "I'm crazy for you". HOWEVER, The white bubble is by the black side of his face and the black bubble is by the white side of his face. So which Hikaru is saying that? Is "Hikaru" crazy for Yoshiki, while Hikaru just liked him, or the other way around? Did the original Hikaru ever love Yoshiki, or is that the monster's feelings? Well we don't know! That's the premise of the whole manga! In one panel!

And that's why it's my favorite :)

#hikaru ga shinda natsu #the summer hikaru died #hgsn #tshd #yoshiki tsujinaka #hikaru indou #snal posting #the manga of all time tbh

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year ago

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Hello, can I request a dream x reader where reader is his girlfriend and she gets pregnant and how they would both deal with that situation. Maybe a scene with there daughter years later

Aisle 43

Pettiness knows no bounds, especially when you're one of the Endless. This means that if a toddler is what's standing in Dream's way, then it's still very much fair game.

Dream of the Endless x Reader | 800+ | cw: fem!reader, pregnant!reader, vague themes of pregnancy/motherhood, jealousy, super-megapetty!Dream of the Endless, Matthew the 'I'm just happy to be here' Raven, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: hi my love... i may have totally forgotten I had this in my drafts asfhasfha;sfhasfh sorreh. I JUST DID A DRABBLE BECAUSE MY BRAIN IS MELTING CURRENTLY. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT <3

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I hum as I make my way out of the soup aisle. The little girl that's been following me around the supermarket tugs at my hand repeatedly. I look down at her and she immediately points, "cereal?"

I turn to the pink cereal box she wanted and flatten my lips into a smile, "sorry, kiddo, you're gonna have to-"

"Why are you with a child?"

Both said child and I look up and see a darkly dressed man in the middle of two shelves with brightly colored items. The girl that barely reached my hips looks up at the dark silhouette then grabs my hand. She mumbles, "nightmare."

Said nightmare raises a brow. It was almost as if a dark haze began to form around him. A raven swoops down and lands on his shoulder.

In stark juxtaposition, Matthew the raven chirpily greets me and adds, "mind getting me some cornflakes?"

I push my cart forward, drawing near both them, and the item. I grab the cornflakes and go to the side of the sullen looking being. I tilt my head, "Dream?"

Dream, who has not torn his gaze away from the child, finally spares me a glance. I free my hand of the cornflakes, dropping into my cart, and use it to cup his cheek. His expression softens.

My other hand, still being tugged by the baby girl, is now tucked behind me. She peeps cautiously from my shoulder.

"I'm going grocery shopping with my coworker."

"Your coworker is a child?" Dream says with a hurt expression.

I make a face but sigh. Suddenly, the dull pain on my back is blatant. I rub my round belly that was the cause of it, "yeah. Beatrice is a prodigy. She does our work better than anyone in the department."

Dream frowns and deflates even more.

I raise my brows.

Matthew croaks as he cocks his head. He whispers, "he's been upset that you haven't been sleeping properly."

"You've not been in my realm for ages," Dream knits his brows tightly, "yet here you are with a child that is not even your own."

When Dream comes close to touch me, Beatrice whimpers and pulls me back. She panics, "nightmare! Nightmare!"

The strength of the child is not enough to make me fall back, but it is enough to make me lose my balance. I feel myself slowly lose my footing. Dream grabs me before anything happens though.

The glare that he throws at Beatrice makes her instantly clamor.

If her wailing wasn't enough to make me panic, then it was when she ran away. I turn to run after her, but Dream grabs my arm before I can get anywhere.

"Let me go!" I snap.

"But-"

"I can't lose my coworkers kid!"

"Don't worry!" Matthew takes off, "I'll keep an eye on her."

I watch as Matthew soars above the aisles and then look back down to glare at Dream. I pull my arm out of his grip, "you terrified a four year old."

Dream glares back, "she was stealing you away."

I am flabbergasted. "You literally put a baby inside me!" I motion to my baby bump and give an exasperated look, "yet you're intimidated by a 40 pound little girl- who, by the way, barely even makes up a fraction of how old you are."

He does not argue with this. He has no argument with it. Instead, he mumbles, "you dreamed of her when you napped."

I roll my eyes, "and how many times have I dreamed of you, my lord?"

He turns away, eyes landing on my belly. He pouts and stares a moment before he rubs it, "I do not enjoy when I must share your dreams with others."

The idea is equal parts exhausting, irrational, and somehow darling.

"What if I dream about our baby?" I raise a brow.

He lifts his eyes. He looks like he actually was mentally debating in that split second it took for him to reply. Dream speaks, "I would be willing to share with the blood of my blood."

I scoff and roll my eyes yet again.

He kisses my temple. A part of my hard expression chips away. I offer him an exasperated look.

Dream makes a face, "was I too much?"

I nod.

"I've got good news and bad news," Matthew calls as he swoops down, "good news, Beatrice found her mom and stopped crying!"

I release a sigh of relief.

"Bad news, she may be traumatized for life, because when a man wearing a black trench coat passed by, she started breaking down all over again."

My relief evaporates and I shoot a hard glare at Dream before pushing him out of the way. I drag my cart along with me as I walk off to look for them.

Matthew perches on the edge of the cart, "oooh, mind if we get some sunflower seeds too?"

"Not at all, my love."

Dream grumbles upon hearing this and watches as we take a turn on the candy aisle.

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yongislong · 2 years ago

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ideal types + dreamies.

genre: fluff? haha

note: ty anon! i hope this is what you meant! this is just my opinion btw i don't know what these mfs like, i tried not to do body types or anything like that bc... ya lol. lmk if anything comes across as harmful! not proofread...

mark... would probably want someone who is just very chill in general. an ambivert for sure. someone very genuine, personable and freindly. someone who can go with the flow but is also so naturally funny. he laughs at everything so that shouldn't be too hard LMAO. loves people who have good music taste. LOOVE a street style type of person. dancer maybe?? someone who he can spend alone time with and fully drop any act he feels he needs to put up. someone who makes him feel safe and comforted. i don't think height matters to him since i think he's pretty secure with himself! likes someone with a loud laugh hehe. someone poc probably. prefers longer hair but will hype you up no matter what you look like because he genuinely finds you perfect. someone who hypes him up as well

renjun... someone artsy for sure! probably someone softer and a more... calming? aura? if he can sit in silence with you and still feel fulfilled i think that's perfect for him. someone shorter maybe? likes full cheeks. doesn't really matter what style for him tbh, he has a pretty dark academia style so if you're similar that cool but if you can change the way he dresses and have him explore new things, he is so down for that. someone who supports him and comforts him when he's having a hard week/month/etc. someone who likes cafes and museums. likes unique features. bubbly personality but also someone who is silently observant. a sucker for intelligent ppl

jeno... hmm... someone cool for sure. likes darker styles i feel like? but also likes it when you dress in lighter colors and stuff as well! doesn't matter what length your hair is, but likes pixie cuts tbh. i feel like he likes more quirky people since he can be a bit serious sometimes. shy boy/excited cute partner trope for sure. someone more assertive. nice smile so you can both be known as the cute smile couple muahaha. like someone who he can go on hikes with and someone who likes nature, dogs and enjoys being more adventurous. would like someone to nurture him tbh, like not baby him but... can take care of him and make him feel loved and relaxed. likes to feel wanted and manly most of the time though. giving very wattpad bad boy whos also a sweetheart?

haechan... someone shy probably so he can be brought back down to earth LMAO but again!!! i think as long as he clicks with someone, he won't really mind. likes to reassure his partner but also likes someone who is driven and passionate about something. would enjoy being around someone who enjoys watching movies and tv. looots of movie dates. someone in a more vintage style would be very intriguing to him. likes people out of the norm. think of chae from twice in regards to style. someone confident no matter what people say about them. likes to be able to have emotional conversations and be open about issues so someone more mature in that aspect would be appreciated. likes clingy people tbh. someone who's probably a bit more structured

jaemin... likes people who are hard to understand. likes people who dress and act however they want to. would support you no matter what LMAO. someone respectful and polite and full of love. animal lover. he pegs me as the type of person who goes for personality more than anything else, if he finds you attractive its just a plus LOL. definitely someone who's an ambivert. someone who can keep up when he's more excited/extroverted but also someone who can sit, cuddle, cook and read in silence with. definitely someone cute! especially if they seem more intimidating on the outside. he finds that juxtaposition really charming. maybe someone short but i don't think it would make or break anything. a poc lover, SLAAYY. hates try-hards or pick me's. someone who can give him confidence and vice versa

chenle... someone more emotionally mature and go with the flow. someone who is consistent. probably someone smart but not necessarily academically? like someone who is wise! life smart LOL. someone who enjoys cooking and shopping together. likes someone who is able to drive him forward if he feels stuck. someone who's really nice. like really REALLY nice. someone who can teach him good values and helps him see life through different perspectives. doesn't really care too much about style, i can't see him being with someone who is heavy heavy into fashion unless its more leaned towards street wear. just someone really cool, yknow? enjoys introverts because he likes to be able to be the only person to see you come out of your shell

jisung... short extrovert HAHA. he's pretty tall so tbh... most people are shorter than him so it doesn't really matter. but i love the trope of him being super quiet with a partner who enjoys peppering his face in kisses and bragging about him to all their friends. carefree person for sure. someone who can let him look at hard situations and help him alleviate his anxiety and let him know everything is gonna be okay because he's trying his best. likes darker styles. i think of like 2014 tumblr when i think of him LMAOO. so yeah... maybe something like that but modernized? likes bangs. loooves people who are naturally cute. likes people who get flustered easily haha. someone who's not embarrassed to show that they love him

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Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 1.2

George: We don't have to keep [an image] up, we just remain ourselves. Don't we, Ringo? Ringo: well, we do, I mean, it's the other two we're worried about. It's a joke about John and Paul being bigheads, but a crazy person – definitely not me – could also see it other ways if they wanted to.

Paul talking about their mutual friend when asked how they met and John telling him not to complicate it. They're so married it's ridiculous.

Always looking at each other with every single joke.

He looks like he's in a lovely enclosure at the petting zoo. I've always been so confused by this footage. Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?

I LOVE that we now know Paul was cast as Thisbe and John as Pyramus and then they switched. I'm actually dying to know how and why that happened though. My first instinct was “of course. Paul was scared he'd look too convincing as a woman, so John did it for him.” But no. Paul dressed as a woman at the cavern, wore ladies lingerie in Hamburg, and wanted to do a full drag show on TV in the early seventies. So why not Thisbe?

Why do you as a man randomly bring up the color of your friend's dick while staring lovingly into his eyes?

It must be noted. They had a wonderful time playing star-crossed lovers.

The bickering pianos are so cute! And then John (prompting Paul): and John and I . . . Paul: oh I hate this. John: will probably carry on . . . Paul: we'll carry on songwriting . . . You just know Paul didn't hear the end of that one interview answer for a long long time. And it's because John just had to hear it over and over again.

Love the editing so that Paul smacks John's ass right as the symbols crash. 10/10 A+

This iconic moment. Poor George tally number 4.

Interviewer brings up marriage and John takes a shot like he wants to forget that the whole concept even exists. Literally poor Cynthia. And not even in an “lol her husband's gay” type of way. Just in a genuine “the way their relationship fell apart actually breaks my heart because she really did love him and in his way he loved her too but they were just so thoroughly incompatible” type of way.

Paul: makes a stupid dad joke. John: giggles gleefully and kicks his feet

I have never seen someone so disappointed that they didn't need to lend their friend a pen. Paul had his hand in his pocket before John even asked the interviewer for a pen and when the interviewer gives him one, Paul literally hangs his head like he's just been cut from the school play. I just. The obsession is frankly cartoonish. But also, he just needs to be needed, you know? How many songs does he have which conflate being needed and being loved?

The juxtaposition of Paul and John elaborately messing with the interviewer (“yes John Lenard, that's me” and “actually it's done by mirrors.”) vs George's “I don't know” and “yeah.” it's actually kind of mean editing but whatever. It is ULM not UH. Someone should make that though.

Again, John. Calm down. He's not that funny. Just look at Jimmy. That's the normal person's reaction to that joke. John is half the reason Paul has such a big head honestly.

Paul's answer to a question about the Beatles gaining a lot of adult fans is nice. Sometimes he shocks with a bit of wisdom. Sometimes his words don't get messed up at the point they hit his throat as he says.

What the fuck? Okay so the interviewer asks Paul what he likes in a girl, right? I've always been too distracted by Paul saying he likes a sense of humor and John doing an obnoxious fake laugh in the background because John. It's embarrassing how obvious you are. Stop.

But I never noticed Paul actually says “people”. The interviewer asks about girls and he says he likes “people - er - girls” to have a sense of humor. Huh. Okay.

So ULM was actually what made me a serious Beatles fan and this was the first moment where I had to pause it and verify to see if what I'd just read was actually true. It really is a doozy.

How to flirt. A guide by Paul McCartney. Step one: get your crush’s attention. This should be extremely easy. Just gesture vaguely at something you're holding. He'll be interested. Step two: do something suggestive to a phallic object. Step three: that's it. You've got him. He'll do whatever you want.

The editing in this thing truly is brutal. Just the jump cuts from a question about Cynthia to John and Paul making each other laugh to girls screaming to John and Paul unnecessarily touching to girls passed out on the ground to John and Paul desperate for each other's attention to girls waving signs to John and Paul sharing weird eye contact to girls physically mobbing them to John and Paul beaming at each other to a question about Jane. It really does drive home the immense pressure of compulsory heterosexuality back then.

Then a question that's obviously meant to poke a nerve and start some bad feelings. “Paul. Is John the leader of the Beatles?” Easily rebuffed with “no I'm not” and “there's no real leader”. I know I'm dramatic but really it's like every aspect of that society was against them you know? And they just kind of said "fuck you, we're crazy about each other."

Question: what do they think about when they're imprisoned in their hotel rooms? John: we don't think about one thing. *Whips head to look at Paul* well, some of us do. Oh and you know that how exactly? What, do you just have a printout of his every thought? Do you keep constant tabs on his dick?

Someone give me the heterosexual explanation of that moment when John very clearly and obviously checks out and appreciates Paul's ass as he and Ringo are pretending to be cowboys. Seriously. I'm at a loss here.

Poor George tally number six? Seven? They're asked what they'll do if England reinstates the draft. John brings up Southern Ireland. George brings up Germany. Paul and John plan their joint escape to Southern Ireland as if George hadn't even spoken.

The choice to play “Another Girl” over that quote of John's being like ‘Paul's actually much meaner than i am’ is great. Because that's seriously such a jerk song. I don't much like Jane, honestly, but fuck, she deserved so much better than Paul. He was such a douche.

Literally all the song choices in this are phenomenal. “Hide Your Love Away” over the montage of 60s homophobia moments? It's so genius. Saying everything without saying anything. Letting the Beatles do the talking.

The laugh track over the cartoon is honestly so sad. Nobody asked them if they were okay with being mocked like that and they never even made a dime off it. What would that have felt like to know that your being “too close” with your best friend was a running joke on TV?

“It's only love and that is all. Why should I feel the way I do?”

#paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison

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Lust and Love in "House of Asmodeus"

House of Asmodeus is the perfect climax of season 1 and my personal favourite song in Helluva Boss. Not only it is a banger and it introduces Asmodeus and Fizzarolli's characters, but it is key for themes and characters alike. Let's see why!

THE PERFORMERS

The protagonists of House of Asmodeus are three couples:

Moxxie and Millie

Asmodeus and Fizzarolli

Stolas and Blitz

What do they represent? They are the theme, the anti-theme and the negation of the negation:

The theme is the stance the story is supporting. In this case, "love".

The anti-theme is the stance that runs opposite to the theme. In this case, "lust".

The negation of the negation is the stance, which is worse than the anti-theme. In this case, "loneliness".

Each couple embodies one of these ideas. Not only that, but in general they explore the topic of relationships, by considering two aspects:

the microchosm: the bond itself, the couples' ability to communicate well and to find a common ground

the macrochosm: how society sees the couples and their reactions to these expectations

So, let's explore House of Asmodeus! First, I will offer a general analysis, where I will highlight the basic ideas and motifs. Secondly, I will go deeper into each couple.

LOVE VS LUST

M&M embody love (the theme). After all, the song starts with Moxxie singing a romantic serenade for Millie:

Moxxie: I love you More than the brimstone loves the fire More than Beelze- loves her -bub More than a maggot loves gangrenous stubs You make my spirit sing Yeah, you make me glad I live in Hell Our love is a story sweet to tell Yeah, you cast a special Satanic spell over my heart Love is a journey we decided to start Yeah, I hope we'll never ever be apart I love you (x7)

It is a celebration of the couple's pure love, but it gets interrupted by Asmodeus and Fizzarolli, who mock M&M. They represent lust (the anti-theme) and want to sing about it:

Asmodeus and Fizzarolli: joining in, mockingly I love you (x5) I love you (x3) Asmodeus: You singing love songs in my lustful lounge? Fizzarolli: Ozzie's ain't the place for sentimental sounds! Asmodeus: What'd you expect from a proprietor like us? Fizzarolli: Your demon host, Asmodeus, the embodiment of lust! Asmodeus: Give me a thrust!

The entire song is a juxtaposition between these two ideas, not only in lyrics, but also in visuals.

Moxxie and Millie's parts are full of warm colors, like pink and yellow:

Moreover, a lot of romantic cliches are used: the serenade for an anniversary, the pink hearts, even a kiss on a flying platform with intertwined tails:

Asmodeus and Fizzarolli's color scheme is instead colder, with a lot of blue and purples (Asmodeus's colors):

What is more, the couple keeps referencing sexual practices and erotic games and they even improvise a fake striptease on stage:

Basically Moxxie/Millie and Asmodeus/Fizzarolli celebrate different kinds of bonds through opposite performances. M&M offer an instrumental love song, which is classic and sweet in lyrics and sounds. OzziexFizz instead put on a show full of brilliant tricks and jazzy tunes.

What about Stolitz?

They are still part of the performance, but they are so in a passive way, just like they are passive in their own relationship. Their bond is stagnant and unclear, so they lack the words to celebrate it. This is why they do not sing and instead become props in Fizz and Ozzie's show:

Fizzarolli: Is that Blitzo? So, you're showin' your face? Hey, everybody! This guy's a total disgrace!

Asmodeus: Who's that at your table? Is your date a demon prince? Stolas, is that you?

They are even given a specific red color scheme, which highlights their uneasiness:

And by the end they are humiliated:

You sold your life for a thrust! Now, that's the spirit of lust!

Stolitz embody the spirit of lust, but in a negative way:

Blitz is mocked by Verosika for being bad at sex. He is basically told he is bad at lust.

Stolas is called out by Asmodeus for giving up his life in exchange of some cheap pleasure. Not even artful lust, but just a quick thrust.

Basically, Stolitz is presented as a mess. A relationship rooted in lust, which can't even fully enjoy it. That is why they are the negation of the negation. Neither love nor lust. A bond, which ends in loneliness.

STOLITZ: YOU ARE GONNA DIE ALONE

Blitz and Stolas are mocked for their (lack of) lust:

Verosika Mayday: Oh, Blitzo? I used to date him (date him, date him) I'd stroke him, I'd fellate him (fellate him, fellate him) Yeah, but when it was my turn (my turn, my turn) He did no reciprocatin' (what a dick bag) A selfish Imp in the sheets And just as bad in the streets A reckless, heart-breaking freak!

Asmodeus: Woo! My dark lord, how the mighty do fall! You used to have a smoking wife, a kid, you had it all I hope you didn't give it up so you and him could get it up~

Blitz is bad in the sheets and Stolas sold his priviliged life for some cheap arousal. However, in both cases the point isn't really lust, but something far deeper and more vulnerable:

Fizzarolli: Is that Blitzø? So you're showing your face? Hey everybody, this guy's a total disgrace! Some nerve you got to comment on a relationship Last I checked, your love life is a pile of shit!

Stolitz are not bad at sex. They are bad at relationships:

-Blitz is fine in bed, but he is scared of deeper relationships, which is why he ghosts Verosika:

Blitzo: EVERYONE'S SHITTY! Hello, we live in Hell! Why am I suddenly the bad guy for sucking at relationships?! (...) Verosika: How do you think I felt? When the fun guy I was dating decided to just bail on me because I made the shitty mistake of saying I love… Ugh! It was the most embarrassing feeling. To be vulnerable for once and… you really just know how to send a message in the shittiest, fucking way.

Verosika insults Blitz's sexual prowess, but what she is really angry about is Blitz's selfishness and emotional immaturity.

-Stolas's story with Blitz isn't just the whim of a pompous Goetia, but it is Stolas's first real attempt at happiness. He hides his romantic dream behind a lustful persona, but deep down he wants to belong with someone:

Stolas: You wanna know what I want? I want to know what it's like, to not be alone. I want to be someone's someone. I want to feel wanted. But like, in a romantic way, like I'm standing out in the rain at a train station and someone is shouting: “Harriet! Don’t get on that train, it’s going to London and I cannot be without you!”

He wants more than occasional lust. He longs for a real relationship.

So, for both Blitz and Stolas lust is a mask. It is an easy coping mechanism that lets them enjoy a relationship without truly committing. They do not really have to put in the effort with each other, so they do not risk rejection. After all, rejection is scary:

As Blitz hallucinates: Stolas: You're going to die aloooo-one! Fizzarolli (hallucination): You're gonna die alone, Blitzo!

Stolas: Prince, all alone, upon your throne Your power is so frail You raise your voice You have no choice Inside your gilded jail

Both Blitz and Stolas are scared of dying alone, so they gravitate towards each other. At the same time, they see no real future for their bond. As a matter of fact they can neither have a detached lustful relationship like the one Fizz and Asmodeus (apparently :P) have nor an openly romantic one like Millie and Moxxie's. In general, they can have no relationship because:

1- When it comes to the microchosm, they can't communicate:

Stolas: We could talk, or… watch a movie, or… maybe cuddle? Blitzo: Stolas, don't act like what we have is anything but you wanting me to fuck you, okay? You make that really clear all the time. But, I just, I-I can't do it tonight, okay?

They want and believe different things. Stolas slowly realizes he wants more than just a night of passion once in a while. Blitz doesn't believe he and Stolas's utilitaristic bond can ever become something different.

2- When it comes to the macrochosm, they belong to different social classes:

Wally Wackford: Are you sleepin' with an Imp?!

Stolitz are not Imps like Millie and Moxxie, who are expected to end up together. Rather, they are like Fizz and Ozzie. As a result, the Jester and the King of Lust come to embody the only kind of relationship Blitz and Stolas can hope to achieve:

Blitz can reach Stolas's level only if he is useful to the Goetia. Just like Fizz's talent as an entertainer makes him a suitable business partner for Ozzie.

Stolas is justified in sleeping with an Imp, only if it is devoid of any feelings or deeper emotions. Just like Ozzie presents his utilitaristic relationship with Fizz. Entertaining, but purely physical.

Except that Fizz and Ozzie themselves are obviously more than what they seem. They too are using lust as a mask.

FIZZ X OZZIE: THE EMBODIMENT OF LUST

This is how Fizz and Ozzie want others to see them:

Fizzarolli: Ya mind? Trying to have an unemotional bang sesh here! Asmodeus: Yeah! Cuz we're so NOT in love! Fizzarolli: Yeah! Love. Is. STUPID!

This is how they actually are (and how everyone sees them):

They have to hide their genuine love behind an emotionless lustful facade. In other words:

1- When it comes to the microchosm, they are fine:

They clearly love each other, get along well and want the same things. They are even able to communicate decently, as shown later on in MAMMON'S MAGNIFICENT MUSICAL MID-SEASON SPECIAL (ft Fizzarolli).

2- When it comes to the macrochosm, they struggle:

Asmodeus's status as the sin of lust makes it difficult for him to openly commit to a relationship with Fizzarolli. This is why the two of them have to initially hide their involvement with each other (even if they are awfukl at it).

So, Ozzie and Fizz are fine with each other, but Hell can't accept their relationship. In a sense, the social pressure they feel is even worse than the one Stolitz experience, as Ozz and Fizz are far more famous than Stolas and Blitz. This makes so that OzziexFizz's mutual declaration of love nicely contrasts Stolitz's lack of one.

Blitzo: He's just a fake, privileged asshole! Fizzarolli: Sounds like you just hate him for bein' a prince. Because no one, and I mean no one pretends to care that much just for a cheap lay. Blitzo: Point is, royal demons don't give a shit about guys like us. They're all the fuckin' same. Fizzarolli: That's not…! A-always true…

Fizzarolli openly calls out Blitz's excuses about his relationship with Stolas and tells him being royal means nothing in the face of love.

Mammon: Ha-ha, hooo. Look who's acting like a big fuckin' hero. Careful what you say, Ozzie. Wouldn't want your little secret getting out, would we? Asmodeus: I don't care anymore! Fizzarolli: Ozz? Mammon: Because if you let him quit, I could tell everyone here that you- Asmodeus: What? That I love him? Well, I do!

Asmodeus publicly announces his love for Fizzarolli, which is what Stolas initially struggles to do.

At the same time, Ozzie and Fizz's development happens in season 2. By the end of season 1 they are still struggling with their problems and hiding the nature of their relationship. This is why they symbolically lose to Moxxie and Millie.

M&M: I LOVE YOU (THE THEME)

M&M are the winners of the thematic confrontation that takes place in House of Asmodeus. In particular:

Moxxie does not change his song to fit Asmodeus and Fizzarolli's tune:

Moxxie: I want to… Fizzarolli: Yeah, what do you want? Butt stuff? Piss play? Bondage? Moxxie: Make gentle love to you

Millie ruins Asmodeus and Fizzarolli's big finale and asks Moxxie to finish his song:

Millie: I think you were trying to sing something for me, Mox. Moxxie: Yeah, I was.

They sing the way they want and do not let Fizzarolli and Asmodeus degrade their relationship. They are able to do so because their relationship is strong both when it comes to the microchosm and to the macrochosm.

1- The microchosm

Moxxie and Millie have shown multiple times to be fond of each other. Not only that, but they are complementary and supportive of each other. So far, their major conflict happens in Unhappy Campers because Moxxie lets his insecurity (his major flaw that he shares with Blitz) get the best of him. However, he is quick to get over it once he is called out by Millie:

Millie: For once, I feel like… tears forming like I'm important. Like I'm someone to be proud of… And I had hoped that my husband would be there to support me half as much as I've supported him this week!

Moxxie: I am very proud to introduce to you peeks over to Millie, who was now being moved by Moxxie's appearance Someone with abilities never before seen on this Earth. Someone with the raw athletic skill of an Olympian. The voice of an angel. gestures to Millie as the spotlight now shines on her The acrobatic technique of an indentured 12-year-old Russian ballerina. And a body that - JUST. DOESN'T. QUIT. The best, and most supportive person I've ever known and the love of my life. My wife- Brotheeeeer… Millerd!

When they face a problem, Millie openly tells Moxxie what's wrong and Moxxie is quick to do better. Their fight is solved and their usual dynamic is re-established.

2- The macrochosm

Moxxie and Millie are two Imps, so they are expected by society to be together. And yet, they too struggle with others disliking their relationship. Specifically, both their families are against their union:

Millie's parents think their daughter deserves a stronger and more traditionally masculine husband

Moxxie's father wants to use his son as a tool for his criminal empire and tries to force him into an unwanted marriage

However, Moxxie and Millie are able to resist their families' pressure.

Millie: Moxxie, I'm fiiiine! I got worse than this during the flower tufts at my brother's weddin'. But I caught that fuckin' bouquet, and it was fuckin' worth it! You just have to get out there, and fuck up that brownnosin' cocksucker for me!

Moxxie: I said I'm not doing it, sir. I've spent my whole life being afraid of you, but I'm not giving up the only good thing I've ever had just so you can keep your fragile little sense of control over everything. Millie is a good woman, a better woman than I deserve, and there's nothing that scares me more than hurting her.

Millie affirms she is proud of her husband, whereas Moxxie resists his father for Millie's sake. Moreover, both Moxxie and Millie call out their respective parents in law for their partner's sake:

Moxxie: Y'know, she protected me. And maybe I'm not a strong beefy dickhead, but Millie has the strength enough for both of us! You two are getting on her case about being hurt by a psychopath you hired?! Shaaaaame on you!

Millie: This ass is MINE!

So, even M&M, who should be free from social expectations meet them. Still, they overcome them out of their wish to stay together.

In the end, this is why they are victorious in the musical skirmish at Ozzie's:

Moxxie: I love us I love us just the way we are Don't have to pretend to like to do things we don't I've always got you around to laugh at my stupid jokes I'll never take you for granted I'll always give you my best And if you can offer the same Fate will handle the rest 'Cause I love you 'Cause I love you

Differently from both Stolas/Blitz and Asmodeus/Ozzie, they do not hide neither themselves nor their love. Through each other, they are free to be their real selves and this gives them the strength to face the world's judgement. This is how they are able to stand proud in front of the king of lust. They do not need Asmodeus's approval because they have each other.

Ironically, they end up being the most openly lustful couple:

Their song is a metaphor for sex (just look at Moxxie's vagina-shaped guitar) and their ginal kiss is the only sexual act to happen on stage.

What does it mean? Simple: Moxxie and Millie are openly showing the nature of their bond. As a result, they are more lustful than even the embodiment of lust himself. After all, isn't Ozzie's about showcasing your deepest desires with no shame? Well, this is what Moxxie and Millie do. In juxtaposition, both Stolitz and Fizz x Ozz mask their wishes and feelings.

So, M&M finish their song and the public cheers for them. Their exhibition gives Ozzie and Fizz a moment of intimacy:

They happily celebrate that part of their bond they can't show and that is similar to Moxxie and Millie's.

Stolas and Blitz are instead left silent and confused because they are reminded of what they lack.

IDEALS AND REALITY

Theme-wise House of Asmodeus is a dissection of relationships, lust and love. Character-wise, it is a call out for Stolas and Blitz and a push for them to change.

Stolitz dream a relationship like the one M&M have. They want the ideal:

Blitzo: No, it's fine! I-I can come with the two of you, help you celebrate your boring as fuck monogamy. Moxxie: Uh, no. The reservation is for us. Blitzo: Uh huh! Moxxie: Just us. Blitzo: Mhm! Moxxie: Without you there. Explicitly without you there. Blitzo: I'll wear something nice. It's a big deal after all. See you lovebugs later!

Gabriella: Ay, why won't you love me Alejandro? Stolas: That's a mood, Gabriella.

Both Blitz and Stolas try to experience happy love stories by proxy. Blitz through Millie and Moxxie that he stalks and Stolas through the love drama that he binge-watches. This is their way to cope with loneliness. However, real relationships happen because the people involved put in the work. So, Stolas and Blitz can never obtain their dream love-life, if they do not face their flaws first.

Fizz and Ozz remind them of this in two ways.

On the one hand they openly call out Blitz and Stolas's flaws. Fizz highlights Blitz's troubles with relationships, wheread Ozzie draws attention to Stolas's privilege and unsolved family situation.

On the other hand they themselves are far more similar to Blitz and Stolas, then Moxxie and Millie are. They are one Imp and one Goetia, for starters. Moreover, Fizz and Blitz share similar issues, which stem from their childhood. Stolas and Asmodeus instead are trapped by their status.

In other words, Fizz and Ozzie destroy the ideal and force Blitz and Stolas to change and grow. Symbolically, they do so by attacking both M&M and Stolitz's relationship. However, Moxxie and Millie in the end don't give a fuck. Nothing that Fizz and Ozzie do have any long impact on them nor on their relationship. This isn't the same for Stolitz. Some quick jabs are enough to make their current dynamic collapse. That is because Moxxie and Millie share a real relationship. Stolas and Blitz instead share a fantasy and they need to turn it into reality.

#helluva boss #hb meta #hellaverse #hellaverse meta #helluva meta #blitzø #stolas #helluva boss asmodeus #helluva boss fizzarolli #moxxie #helluva millie #stolitz #fizzarozzie #moxxillie #m&m #my meta

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