#i said it put loud once and mh mum was like. what did you just say

[thatone-highlighter]

I finished playing portal 2 today btw it was really gooddd

Ayyyy lets go

I love portal 2 so much, im pretty sure most of my memories of it are from the co op mode but either way its Such a good game

[rumblelibrary]

Can I have something super soft and sweet with Andrea? I need some content from my cottagecore husband. You can decide whatever you want to do with it!

The Perfect Day [Andrea Marowski x fem!Reader]

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: fluff

A/N: thank you for making me write this lifesaver <3

The soft chirping of the birds woke you up. You stirred lightly, a smile coming across your lips as you felt the soft lavender scent over your young husband skin. You slept holding hands, your forehead against his chest as your eyes got used to the bright light outside the window.

The soft cotton sheets clung around your naked bodies along with some heavier quilted duvet, legs tangled as he breathed slowly still deep into his slumber.

You observed him into his simplest nature, he looked so much younger when asleep, his features perfect as kissed by the gentle morning light.

You slowly moved your hand away, he frowned but with time you mastered the art of leaving the bed without awakening him. He huffed, face buried into the pillows as he rolled onto his stomach covering the warm spot you left. Your hand gently onto his soft hair caressing them away from his face. The time seemed to be something unknown to you.

After adjusting the covers over his shoulder you shivered into your nakedness, your hands grasping onto your white nightdress pulling it over you to cover your frame before adding up a burgundy cardigan belonging to Andrea to protect you against the goosebumps your body suffered for leaving the warm comfort of his presence.

You stepped into the kitchen quietly, breathing in the soft smell of a new day. Your hands went immediately to unveil the dough that was covered by a cloth and you left to raise during the night, it was now ready to be baked and you’ll have your warm bread for the day. Andrea spent the day before picking up the mature fruits from your trees, so it was easy to wash them and cut them while you put on the pot for your morning tea.

You hummed softly a song that Andrea was rehearsing with his violin for few days, now helplessly stuck with you, your hands unveiling the pie you prepared the day before cutting some slices.

Before anything else you moved away going to your garden standing barefoot onto the cold stone of the steps, you hugged yourself enjoying the view before slipping on some comfortable shoes and settling the table. The summer day was amazing and the morning breeze made the heat unnoticeable. A white table cloth with fresh flowers and then your started going back and forth from the kitchen to the garden bringing dishes and plates

You blinked surprised as little Anthony, the 14 years old son of the local baker, passed by with his bike waving at you. He blushed as you just looked so calm and relaxed.

“Got the mail and the newspaper Mrs Marowski” he said as he hopped off his bike to hand it to you. You picked one of the peaches you got into a basket nearby handing it to him I return “Thank you Anthony, have a good day”

He smiled and nodded vehemently as he rushed off back to his duties.

You looked down onto the mails: an invite to a concert in London, something from your parents, something in polish coming from Andrea’s family and a voluminous yellow envelope that was coming from Andrea's favourite music shop in London and by the weight you could tell it was some new music sheets. Also a note from your seamstress telling you that the new winter coats need the last fittings.

You were about to check the first page of the newspaper as a loud meowing made you jump.

Andrea was standing in front of you, soft khaki pants with a loose white shirt, your cat draped onto him, a beautiful grey British short hair who was staring at you.

“Did Laszlo woke you up?”

“Did you doubt it?” Andrea asked with a chuckle as he leaned closer to you, a kiss resting onto your lips as the cat jumped off his arm.

“I hate to wake up on an empty bed, even if your table setting is the best” he assured as he smiled at you tangling you into another kiss.

“Mh, the tea” you just reminded yourself as he chuckled 

“One more, one more” he begged between chuckles stealing another kiss before letting you go inside and he proceeded to give the annoying boss of your cat the food he deserved and demanded.

He sat on the chair enjoying the soft breeze as you brought a small tray with the tea to complete the set up.

He hummed softly opening the package coming from London gleefully as he admired his new music sheets.

“Your presence is required to see a new concert, I think they want to show off to have you as solo violin” you said showing him the invitation while sitting with him. He admired you, he stared at you with a soft smile “I will have to hear my agent first” he said as he meant you. You always had a good gut feelings and often kept him from taking random impulsive decisions.

“There’s something from your family too” you added and he smirked 

“You read it first” he said as he was helping you with polish and you sighed softly using one of your butter knives to open the letter. His hand quickly went to your cookies taking one happy bite as he still stared at the music on paper.

His eyes darting up only to look at you focused onto the paper scribbled by his parents and you nodded explaining to him a letter that was mostly about every day updates

“This word” you signalled as he leaned in lightly in to read it as there was only one point you didn’t seem to grasp not even by the words before or after it.

He chuckled loudly almost chocking onto the crumbles covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

“What?”

You asked as he blushed deeply.

“Oh no, they hated my knit work? Is it that?”

He shook his head as you frowned at him waving that letter expecting an answer before your mind went onto the worried train of thoughts.

“It means” he licked his lips, eyes shining “It means pregnancy, not literally it is a more discreet way to say it, more like expecting something, but they mean that, my mum wants to know when she can call herself grandmother”

You blushed deeply as you looked down, you are such a young couple and you’re actually enjoying this phase, now it is not like every little delay of your period didn’t make your heart do the backflips, but to be asked so directly felt weird.

“Don’t worry about it, she means it in a good way, they adore you and they keep saying how you brought some sense into me”

He smiled taking your hand gently kissing the back of it.

“We have Laszlo for now it is more than enough” he joked to light you up and you giggled “Indeed” you said as you looked around finding the cat running after some butterflies. Andrea always complained that Laszlo hated him, Laszlo was your cat even before the polish man came into your life, but truth to be told they were best buddies: the cat would always check where he was and Andrea was the first to always feed him.

“I was thinking we could go to town today, I promised Ursula to play for her tea party with some friends coming all the way from Edinburgh and maybe we can go past the bookshop and buy some flour and whatever else. I could plant some pumpkin seeds, I love your velvety pumpkin cream for autumn”

You smiled as he really can’t wait for the colder season even if that meant to see you more dressed and clothed he also loved to nuzzle with you in front of the fire.

“Agreed” you said and he smiled proudly as you handed him the letter from your family and he sighed softly but proceeded to read it like you did with his.

He was way better at English, but mostly spoken English, he still hated to read and you picked books for him too even if he always puppy eyed you into reading for him.

He read quietly the letter as you ate some pie. He frowned lightly as he spelled out loud some words, sometimes he did it to learn the difference from a word that he knows and how it was written.

When you both drank your tea and he finally indulged into the local news he hushed you to get dressed “You take the longest to get ready, I’ll clean up” he said winking at you making you huff and roll your eyes playfully.

So you did, you went to wash yourself and braided your hair into an updo hairstyle, a light white dressy shirt and a long pleaded skirt for you as you also prepared the clothes for him.

As you redid your bed and he walked inside after clearing up the kitchen you couldn’t help but adore him into his little routines, the way he shaved and got prepared, the way he wore the clothes you figured out for him with happy delight. He loved how you looked after him, he felt loved, the small attentions like that one put him at rest, he relaxed and he felt babied and he loved it.

He picked the case of his violin handing it to you using it to pull you closer and steal another kiss. You chuckled as he leaned in to kiss you again, and again, and once more.

“Andrea” you whispered as he chuckled softly kissing you once again, he smelled so good, his skin soft and perfumed thanks to his aftershave oil.

How could you resist him?

“Two minutes” you whispered leaning back down the violin over your vanity to be able to wrap your arms around his neck letting out a soft yelp as he fell over you on the bed.

Useless to say that it wasn’t two minutes and not even twenty, your trembling legs around him and the way you guided him to give you just what you wanted from him always drove him crazy.

After a short nap you really had to begin to get going, he helped you to dress up slowly zipping up your skirt and you had a new rush of pleasure just by buttoning up his shirt covering his chest peppered with hickeys.

You locked the house and he pulled out his black bike putting the violin box in the basket on the front along with your white one “I prefer when we go with one” he complained but you chuckled “yes, but if we buy few things we will have to go by walking” you made him notice and he sighed nodding.

He waited for you as you pedalled your way to the town centre, he was swaying in front of you and you raced a bit against each other until the stone bridge that welcomed you there.

“See you at Ursula’s” you said and he nodded leaning in to kiss you one more time, he indulged into that kiss a littlest as he opened his eyes slowly, a smile playing over his lips.

“My wife” he said, sometimes he repeated it like he had to remind himself. You chuckled as you kissed his cheek and you go parted.

You knew Ursula liked to pared Andrea off, you let her do it, she came with time to like you, she saw how much good you did to Andrea, how much balance you gave to him, his behaviour was stable, he settled down.

You stopped to the local grocery store taking up some spices, some cinnamon in particular as you knew how much Andrea loved it on sweets, few little cooking and baking items you missed and then off to the bookstore.

“Hello hello” you said as the old man there greeted you “The books you ordered arrived” he said as he moved his shaky legs into the back of the shop bringing you the easy books in polish you ordered to practice some reading. You smiled looking at them as Andrea gave you the titles of books that made his youth and also few new ones for him. You added to that stock a new cooking book and few novels for Andrea and his English. The old man was the sweetest, he kept the booster open no matter the weather and politics and he always made sure to find anything you might be looking for.

He helped you tie all your buyings together onto the bike so after paying you just pushed it walking through the town, just enjoying a good time around giving yourself time until you made it to Ursula’s home.

Well, you called Ursula’s but Janet as always there even if her presence was always quieter you teamed up with her most of the time letting Ursula enjoy her time with Andrea.

You smiled stopping in your track as you heard the soft sound of the violin, you closed your eyes breathing in, like you could enjoy the music through the air.

You adjusted your dress and smiling to yourself, the moment sinking in slowly.

Your husband, your life, the idea of coming back home together, cuddle on the couch, listen to his words, having his honey eyes on you.

A natural smiled appeared on your lips.

After few moments you decided to keep going, you pulled your bike  letting it rest against the fence, Janet appearing at the doorstep to welcome you in.

Your perfect day.

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[lu-undy]

Chapter 85 - SBT

Here it is!

"Situations of great stress do change a man, Mundy." 

Mundy looked up at Lucien who averted his gaze. Midnight had passed but both were still awake in their bed, wrapped in the intimacy of the dark night and the warmth of their hearts.

"What d'you mean, luv'?" 

"I mean that I have seen it as much as I have been through it." Lucien answered. 

"Wanna… Tell me about it?" 

Lucien frowned.

"I couldn't. But I suppose now, as I am dead, those secrets will go to no one else."

Mundy turned and sat up on the bed. He reached for the night-table from which he retrieved a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He lit one and put it between Lucien's lips. The Frenchman nodded in thanks before Mundy lit one for himself. The Aussie sat up with his back against the bed's headboard. His hand dived under the duvet until it found Lucien's. 

"Go on, then, tell me." 

Lucien looked at Mundy on his right and smiled before resting his head on his lover's shoulder. 

"I have fought in the war Mundy. I have seen what desperation does to men, I have seen what the fear of being caught does to people. It reduces them to animals, to prey. It strips them of their humanity exactly the same as it does for those who chase them down. Suddenly, there is no good or bad anymore, only alive or dead. And the fear of dying is engraved in us all. In that regard we are not different from animals. For life to triumph and a species to last, it must prefer life over death."

Lucien closed his eyes. 

"What I am getting at is that you might know how your father reacts in normal situations, but you might never understand how he reacted to this feeling of being tracked down, hunted down. And for what? For having a farm on a land with oil. That is no crime, that is no offense to anyone. Him and your mother, they both were hunted down like beasts for no legitimate reason and it is precisely for that - because it was outside of the boundaries of reason, morality and legality - that he might have reacted in a way that no one can understand. Even he himself might look back and not understand his reaction." 

Lucien puffed on his cigarette and exhaled in a beautiful laminar flow of minty smoke. Mundy frowned. 

"Your father wanted to protect his property, no doubt. But if the situation was desperate, he might have resorted to saving the one most important thing he could."

"My mum?"

"Exactly. And you heard Maurice, it plunged her, her mind and her body in a torment that no doctor could help with."

"Yeah… As always, I just feel so bad for mum… If you knew her, you'd know she's the kindest person ever, she-she's just the best. Whenever I felt bad or dad got angry at me for whatever reason, she'd always come to my room, or outside. She'd look for me and give me somethin' to snack on while she calms me down. Pfff… Sounds like I'm making stuff up."

"Why do you say that?" Lucien asked, his head still on Mundy's shoulder.  

The Aussie crushed his cigarette butt down in the ashtray on the night table. Like a reflex, he opened his hand and Lucien slid his cigarette end between his fingers. He crushed it too and both lay down before sinking lower under the sheets. They faced each other and Lucien laced a leg between Mundy's.

"My mum's the best person in the world but when I argued with my dad last time, she just… sat there and said nothing. I mean… She usually did so but I don't know why this time it just - it just hurt more." 

Lucien softly put his palm on Mundy's cheek and stroked it slowly. 

"Mundy, everything I just said about your father does apply to your mother too. Don't get an opinion too fast. Give yourself time and give them time."

"Yeah… Guess you're right but… It hurts, Lu'..." 

"Come here." Lucien wrapped his arms around Mundy's head and the Aussie dived in his chest. 

"Thanks, love, really. I don't know what I'd have done on my own, without you…" 

Lucien lowered his head to kiss Mundy's head through his hair. His fingers ruffled the locks of hair and the Aussie felt his lover’s breath gently flow on his scalp.

“Do not thank me, it is my duty and I do it with pleasure and honor.” Lucien whispered. “I am humbled that you trust me such that you confide in me, really. Thank you, mon beau loup.”

[My handsome wolf.]

With their limbs entangled in the safety of their bed, they soon fell asleep. Lucien woke up from time to time as Mundy moved erratically in his sleep. He calmed him down, stroking his face, whispering in his ear, kissing his temple and stroking his arms and hands to soothe him down. Clearly, his disagreement with his parents was disturbing Mundy in the furthest and deepest corners of his mind. Even with his eyes closed, the poor Aussie frowned in front of images that his malicious mind projected on his shut eyelids. It happened a few times in the night and Lucien thanked the Lord he could only sleep lightly. He comforted his lover and stayed up every time until the tremors passed and Mundy’s brow relaxed.

The next morning, Mundy woke up after his lover. He went straight to the kitchen and found Lucien at the breakfast table, talking to Perle and Soot. He turned his head when he saw Mundy and smiled.

“Bonjour, mon amour.”

“He, luv’...” Mundy dragged his feet to his lover who waited for him with open arms. 

“Come and sit down. Non, not on that chair,” Lucien took his hand and pulled on it to make him sit on his lap. “Here, much better.”

“I’m not crushing you?”

“I was not going to mention it, but you did put on a few kilograms, Mundy.”

“What?!”

Lucien chuckled and tapped the tip of Mundy’s nose. 

“I am joking, mon loup. Here, your coffee.”

Mundy smiled and took the mug that Lucien was handing him and let himself be babied by his lover. He rested his head on Lucien’s shoulder. The Frenchman had his hair loose and it flowed down on his shoulder such that Mundy was laying his face on the silver locks.

“Gosh… I could fall asleep again… Your hair is so, so soft…” He closed his eyes.

“You might as well. I presume you don’t feel well rested enough.”

“Oh? What d’you mean?”

“You kept on moving in your sleep.”

“Really?”

“Oui.”

“Did I wake you up?”

“Like a baby, every few hours.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, luv’.”

“Don’t apologise, it was a delight.”

“What?” Mundy’s eyebrows jumped.

“Well, I had the perfect opportunity to shower you in affection without you pushing me back.”

“As if I ever pushed you back…!”

They both chuckled. Mundy crossed his legs that, given their length, were touching the floor even though he was on his lover’s lap.

“Open your mouth, mon loup…?”

“Mh? Oh, aaah… Mh!” Mundy’s eyes crossed on the toast that  Lucien held in front of his mouth before biting in. "Mh… Is that…?"

"Apricot jam, oui." 

Mundy gave a sweet grin. 

"Thanks, luv'." 

"I am thankful to you, you brighten my days."

"Even with my family nonsense?" 

"Oui, I am thankful for it." 

"Why?" 

"Because it puts what we feel for each other to the test and I am delighted to see that so far, our love is stronger." Lucien smiled. 

"Course it is. I don't know what I'd do without you. Guess I'd be somewhere in the desert with my van, at the lake, doin' nothing but wanting to beat something up." 

"Instead, you are on my lap being fed like the king that you are." Lucien smiled. 

"Pfff, yeah, right, a king still in his pyjamas, eh?" 

"A king nonetheless." Lucien fed Mundy the toast before biting in it himself. 

"Mh, thanks, Lu', really. And uh… I uh… Nobody ever did that to me before." 

Lucien raised an eyebrow. 

"What do you mean?" 

"Nobody… took me on their lap. It's usually the other way around if they ever feel something for me." 

"You Mundy, have never known love, but only physical attraction."

"Maybe, yeah. Weird to do all these things with you now. Feel like I never really learnt or did any of that before. To me, it was all stuff that people did in the movies but not in real life." 

"You find it… weird?" Lucien asked.

"Not in a bad way, not at all. It's just… I didn't know I could feel more at home with someone else than with my parents." 

Lucien tightened his hug around Mundy's body and kissed his temple repeatedly. 

"You will feel at home with them too, you will see."

"How can you be so sure?" 

"I don't know your parents, but I know the son. And the son is a rare jewel in this world. So I have no doubt that given some time, you will get along better with them." 

"Hope so." Mundy finished his coffee. "When d'you wanna go to them?" 

"Non, Mundy, it is not I who wants anything, it is you. When do you want to go?" 

Mundy took a second to think. 

"As soon as we can." He answered. "It might take me days to tell them everythin'." 

"Parfait."

[Perfect.]

A moment later, both were outside putting on their helmets. 

"Do you want to drive?" Lucien asked. 

"Can I?"

"I don't know, can you?" Lucien chuckled. 

"Well, yeah, I know how to, I just… It's yours, Lu'. And it's the spooky bike, maybe I can't drive it."

"The spooky bike?" Lucien chuckled. "This is our bike, Mundy."

"Right…" 

Mundy straddled it at the front and felt Lucien do the same behind him. 

"Where's the key?" 

"Put your hands on the handles." Lucien answered. 

"Yeah but I need the key to-"

"Non, you don't, do as I say." Lucien almost sang. 

"Right… Oh! Wow, hold on, what?!" As soon as Mundy's hands touched the handles, the motorcycle woke up in a low and not so loud rumble of the engine. 

"It works with your fingerprints." Lucien explained. 

"You shittin' me?!" 

"Non," Lucien chuckled. "I am not shitting you, now go and show me how you drive her, hm?" 

"Holy dooley…!" Mundy laughed like a young boy with a new toy. "Told you it was a spooky bike! Right, let's go…!"

Lucien wrapped his arms around Mundy and the Aussie melted when he felt his lover lean his head on his back. 

"Do you remember the address?" Lucien asked. 

"Yeah, 'course." 

The drive was nice, especially for Lucien who, contrary to Mundy, shamelessly hugged his lover. He even slid his hands on his lover's sides and gently scratched him, on his shirt. More often than once did Mundy let himself melt at a red light, his chest heaving and shivers running through his spine. Gosh, Lucien played with his body like he does with the piano: he knew exactly what button to push and when.

Suddenly Lucien tapped Mundy's shoulder and signalled him to turn right. The Aussie didn't understand why but followed his lover's instructions until Lucien signed for him to stop. They both put a foot down and removed their helmets. 

"Why did you make me come here?" Mundy asked. 

"You can't go to your parents empty-handed, go and buy something for them." Lucien nodded in the direction of a pastry shop.

"Oh…" Mundy looked at the shop, then back at his lover, and grinned. "What would I do without you…?" 

"You would certainly forget about good manners!" Lucien answered. "Now, go." 

"Come with me."

"Non, you know them and their tastes. Besides, it is better if I don't interfere. I have done more than enough." 

"Right, fine. I'll be back quickly." 

A few minutes later, Mundy exited the shop with a bag in his hand. 

"You have what you need?" 

"Hope so." 

"A bit more confidence, please." Lucien pulled Mundy's chin up with the tip of his index and the Aussie smiled. "Much better, mon loup." 

[My wolf]

They hopped on the motorcycle again and this time, they went straight to Mike and Caroline's house. After he stopped the motorcycle, Mundy removed his helmet and sighed. 

"Anxious?" 

"Y-yeah, a bit." 

"It will all be fine, mon amour. Remember, you go there to explain yourself and to let your parents explain themselves, d'accord?"

[Alright?]

Mundy nodded and he took the bag that Lucien was handing him. 

"You don't come out until everything has been explained in both parts." Lucien adjusted the collar of his lover's polo shirt and dusted his shoulders off. "And Mundy?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Please be patient with yourself and your father."

Mundy sighed. 

"I'll try…"

"Non, look at me… Please, if you feel like it is unbearable and you want to leave, think of your mother, and if that is not enough, think of me too." 

Mundy smiled, albeit with a hint of sadness. 

"Right…"

Lucien went to the tip of his toes and adjusted his lover's hair, brushing it with his fingers. 

"Please," Lucien insisted and he looked Mundy in the eye. "Promise me." 

"I promise you." 

"Very well. Now, I would kiss you but your parents have been stuck at their window watching us for long enough." 

Mundy blushed. 

"Go ahead, mon loup."

"R-right… Wish me luck…"

"You won't need it." Lucien straddled the motorcycle again and gave his lover a sweet gaze. "Be yourself, be the Mundy whom I fell for. You will make it." 

"Thanks, Lu'." 

"Je t'aime." Lucien put on his helmet and left. 

[I love you.]

Mundy turned to the brown door. He walked on the slabs on stone with daisies and tulips left and right and when he faced the door, he gave a knock. 

A few seconds later, his father opened. 

"Hey, Dad… Uhm… C-Can I…?" 

Mike opened the door wider and Mundy stepped in. 

"Micky!" Caroline crossed the room and hugged her son. "How are you, sweetie?" 

"Yeah, not bad… Uh, I brought you these." He handed her the bag. 

"What is it?"

"Pastries. It's not much but I hope you guys will like them." 

Mike passed them and sat on the sofa, watching TV. 

"Ooh, you shouldn't have, Micky, it's very sweet of you. You know what? Come with me in the kitchen, we'll make some tea to eat them with."

"Right…" 

Mundy removed his boots and sleeveless jacket before following his mother. When they entered the kitchen, Caroline shut the door and put on her apron.

"So, how've you been with Dad?"

"Not too bad," She readied a kettle. "He had an appointment with the doctor yesterday."

"Oh, everythin' alright?" 

"Yeah, don't worry. It's a usual check on his leg. Tires him quite a bit sometimes. Though, we're lucky it's summer now. It's much worse in winter. Sweetie, would you grab the cups for me?" 

"Sure, where..?"

"Top left… Yep, there we go…" Caroline put a tray on the table and Mundy added the cups. "Now let's add the sugar and milk… Here's a plate for you, put your pastries there." 

"Sure…"

And just like that, Mundy found himself decades younger, just helping out his mother in the kitchen. Oh he liked it so much… It was in those moments that he could speak more freely, as his father was far away and busy most of the time. He would empty his heart about his problems, what annoyed him or what was on his mind. Caroline usually found the words and talked him out of his rage, his frustration and his problems. Now that he thought about it, Mundy realised that Lucien was exactly that. He had the ability to make him speak out his trouble, put it into words and tear it out of himself.

"Oooh, that looks amazing, Micky, come on, let's go with your dad." 

"I'll take it, Mum, don't worry." Mundy took the tray for his mother. 

"Good boy, thank you dear…" She tapped her son's arm. She would tap his shoulder but the size difference made it easier to reach his arm than his shoulder.

Both mother and son joined Mike in the living-room. Caroline sat on the sofa next to her husband while Mundy took a seat on the nearby armchair. 

"Look at this, Mike. Micky brought us nice little pastries." Caroline poured the tea on the cups and added the milk and sugar for everyone, like a reflex. 

"Mh." Mike switched off the TV screen and took the cup that his wife was handing him. 

"How've you been, Dad?" Mundy asked and he took his cup. Mike raised his brown eyes through frowning, bushy eyebrows, and lowered them again to his cup of tea. Mundy's eyes went to his mother as he blushed, and back to his father. 

"Why did you come, Mundy?" Mike asked. 

"I uh… I want to have a chat with you both." Mundy put his cup back on the coffee table and wiped his sweaty, trembling hands on his trousers. 

"About what this time?"

Mundy sighed but let it fly. 

"I'm sorry, Dad." Mike's salt and pepper eyebrows jumped. "And I'm very sorry for you too, Mum. I uh… I didn't realise how badly you fell ill after the fire. I uh… I wish I could have been there to help you… both." 

Caroline gave a distraught smile and Mundy lowered his eyes. 

"I… Please tell me what happened, everythin', from that day to today." He asked. 

There was a moment of silence before Mike leaned back on the sofa and, still frowning, he nodded to himself. 

"Why d'you wanna know?" 

"Because it's important. I wanna… I wanna talk to you again, I wanna visit, I want to know you and I feel like there's heaps of things that happened between then I now. I want to understand you both and I feel like this would help… Right?" 

Caroline's eyes went from her son to her husband. 

"Right." Mike answered. "But I think I told you everythin' already. We've been through hell and back, your mum and I. Tryin' to survive, trying to stay hidden from that bloke cause Maurice warned us against him and we believed him. If not for him, we wouldn't be walkin' this Earth."

Mundy listened carefully. 

"It was hard. Harder than anythin' we've done before and… There were nights where I genuinely thought your Mum wouldn't make it to see the light of day."

"I'm so sorry…" Mundy hunched his back. "I so wish I could've helped…" 

"What would you have done?" Mike asked. "You were livin' with us, eatin' with us. You were homeless as much as we were, but at least you had the van." 

"Yeah but I'd have stayed by your side, I'd have stayed with Mum at night if you wanted to sleep, I - ugh….." Mundy sighed. "I'd have gone through hell with you. Look, Dad, I know we've never understood each other, but going through that together might have helped." 

"So you would have stayed with us to get along with me, huh?" 

"No, that's not what I meant, I mean… I'd have gotten a job and got the money for all three of us, you wouldn't have had to help Maurice out to get food and shelter…!"

"You could have done that before the fire, eh? You could have looked for a decent, proper job, and helped pay the bills." 

Mundy saw it coming… 

"Dad, I know, I could have, and maybe I should have, but I can't change what I did back then."

"Yeah, damn shame you can't." Mike answered, shaking his head.

"When I learnt about the fire, I came rushing back home, only finding firemen trying their best to put it out. I volunteered to go inside and get you guys out, but the firemen held me back. When the police arrived, they had to handcuff me and lock me up in their car for me to stop trying to go in. I yelled and cried and no one heard me but myself. I tried breaking the window of the police car, headbuttin' it and kicking it with my boots, but it didn't work. All it got me was a nasty bump on my head." 

"Hm." Mike answered, unimpressed. 

"When they extinguished it and it was safe, they got me out of the car, still handcuffed, and told me that they'd found you but couldn't have saved you. They said the fumes made you lose consciousness first so you didn't go painfully… I… It broke me." Mundy looked up at his father. 

"Same for us. It broke our house, our farm, our income, everythin'." Mike said. 

"Everything but you." Caroline corrected. "I was delighted that you weren't caught in the fire but… What got me ill was both the fact that we became homeless overnight and tracked down by people who really wanted us dead, and also the fact that I would never be able to see you, ever again." Caroline took a handkerchief and wiped a tear. "Micky… I've missed you…" 

Mundy went to the sofa, next to his mother, and hugged her. 

"I've missed you too, Mum… Maurice told me about you, about how sick you were. He told me about Dad stayin' with you until he barely had any strength left in him to do it any longer. He told me you helped the poor durin' the day but the nights were hard for you, cause you were so scared." 

"Yeah…" Caroline said, still wrapped in her son's arms and hugging him back. "At night I'd be more scared, the nightmares were unbearable. I used to see it all happen again but with horrible endings…"

"Here, you have it." Mike said. "And you said Maurice told you everything. So why ask us?"

"Because I want to hear it from you! Dad, I know you never understood me but please, please, for Mum's sake, let's just have a decent chat and not fight again." 

"I'm not the one mentionin' fightin'." Mike answered and crossed his arms on his chest. "So what've you been up to during all these years then? You said you weren't hunting anymore?"

Mundy released his hug on his mother and let her catch some air. He sat back on the armchair and cleared his throat. 

"I… It killed me to see you go. I couldn't eat or sleep for days. I lived in the van for the ten first years. I got my showers in the lake and washed my clothes there. First thing I did though, was to bury everythin' that had to do with hunting. I ditched it all in a box and buried it in the desert. Let it rust and rot there." 

Mike's eyebrow twitched. 

"What did you do? Got a job?" 

"N-no… Not really. I barely ate once, maybe twice a day on days where my stomach was hurtin' too much. I spent my days sometimes locked down in the van from dawn to dusk."

"You didn't look for another job? Play some music somewhere?" Caroline asked with kind eyes. 

"No."

"Why?" She asked. 

"I couldn't. I was… dead, inside, for ten years. I'd only come to town to pick up a sandwich or some coffee."

"So you've been doin' nothing for ten years…?" Mike insisted with as much disappointment in his eyes as in the tone of his voice. 

Mundy didn't say anything. He closed his eyes and thought about Lucien's words. Do it for Mum, do it for Mum, do it for Mum… He opened his eyes again and stared at his mother for an instant to summon the energy to face his father. 

"I… couldn't, Dad. I might as well have been dead and it would've been the same." Mundy answered and clenched his teeth. "I was stuck on that day. Every day I opened my eyes in the mornin' and cried because I realised it wasn't just a nightmare, it was real. You really weren't there anymore. Ironically, that's when I needed you most. I wanted to talk to you, to just hear your voice, to - to do anythin' with you, even if it was just get mad and fight…" Mundy answered. 

"I'm sorry, Micky, I've always wanted to contact you, to let you know we were alive but…" Caroline started. 

"But I refused." Mike finished. 

"I don't understand…" Mundy frowned. 

"O'course you wouldn't!" Mike answered. "You have no idea what it means to be tracked down. You like to be at the other end of the barrel usually, eh? But I did that for your Mum and you! Maybe if you get a family one day, you'll get it. But eh…"

"But it's fine." Mundy finished. "I don't understand, but I… I respect it. And no, I don't know what it feels like to be a walkin' target, but I know what it feels like to have your loved ones in danger, so I get that you wanted to protect Mum… and me, maybe." 

"Course I wanted to protect you!" Mike burst out. "You're my son bloody hell! I worked all my life for you and your Mum! I broke my back for you, we got you and decided to raise you! We could have called child services and got rid of you, but no! We wanted to keep you! I told your Mum, maybe this is an angel sent by God, and your Mum agreed! But no… The angel had to grow up and shoot down blokes who hunt for animals. Why? Cause no one else is gonna save those beasts…? And who's gonna save your Mum and I? Who did save us? Maurice, Maurice of all people, a guy who takes care of feeding a family bigger than we'll ever get, he saved us. Not you, not the little baby we took in and raised like our own son, not the man we saw grow up into a crazed gunman!"

"Dad!" Mundy burst out. "Would you just… stop it?!" 

Caroline put a hand on her face and shook her head. It had started well and for a second she really thought they wouldn't fight… 

"Stop it and let me finish! I didn't interrupt you when you said everythin' you wanted, I didn't stop you when you blamed me again, I never ever stopped you whenever you put me down like that!" 

Mundy's voice sliced through the thick air in the room and the silence that followed was heavy to bear for everyone. 

"Right…" He gathered his thoughts and his courage again. "So yeah, I put my rifles, kukris and everythin' under the ground and I could have added my own self! The only reason why I didn't do it was because it would have killed Mum if she knew."

"Your mother was dead." Mike answered. 

"I know!" Mundy roared. "But still! I had respect for her!" 

"Not for me, eh?" 

"Yeah, no, that's not what I meant… Arh…" Mundy lowered his head and when he raised it again, he took a deep breath and sighed. "I put my rifles and all my life in the ground. I walked the Earth going from one day to the next, waitin' for I don't know what." Mundy explained. 

"You…" Caroline's voice made it lighter for everyone and more bearable. "You stayed like that until a few days ago?" She asked and Mundy looked at her kindly. His eyes were tired, tired of having to justify himself in front of his Dad, tired of having to show that he was trying his best, tired of seeing that his best was far from good enough in Mike's eyes. 

"No." He answered. "I stayed like that for ten years. My life changed, about a year ago now." 

"What happened?" 

Mundy took a deep breath and saw his father's unconvinced eyes. 

Do it for Mum, do it for Mum, do it for Mum, do it for Mum…

He knew that the next part of the story would not please him.

[im-abanana]

“Caged Hearts” ch.5

Hey people, guess what? I am not dead! Sorry for the LONG wait, school intership and tests killed me without any mercy... but ehy, I’m back now and stronger than before (I guess?). In the next days I will post the third chapter of “The Forbidden Fruit”, don’t worry about it. Enjoy this chapter!

This AU belong to @king-branch, credits to them.

“Branch...? It was really you, you are the guy who sang with me for all this time!? No way!” Poppy literally jumped on the grey Troll after just a moment of thinking, almost not believing it, holding him tight and hugging him with all her strength. That male, that grumpy and aloof creature right in front of her, was the reason she held up to her bright colors: for all her life she had always been living in that nasty shop with her kind, everyday; even if Poppy was in a small cage, she felt happy enough to have faith and to eventually plan their escape, and she had someone to talk or have fun with. But when the Bergens took her away from her father, her subjects, her friends, her class... the Princess' whole world just fell apart in a single blink, nothing mattered anymore, she was done. For a single instant, she almost gave up and decided to stop fighting once and for all. What was the point, by the way? She was alone in a cold and isolated room. All by herself. Who would have listened to her songs, her happy shouts or cries? “You helped me, Branch! You helped me getting my hope and my happiness back!”.

But when Poppy almost felt the greyness curling up around her shaky limbs as a venomous snake would with a defenseless mouse, Branch's beautiful voice echoed in the room and gave her hope back, along with her happiness and determination to escape from that captivity. She was surprised to see that the guy in front of her, which seemed to be the saddest and angriest Troll ever, was capable to share and spread positivity, even if not on purpose.

Branch immediately shook the pink Troll off, discreetly pushing her away from his chubby form, not really wanting that kind of touch from another one, not even from the Princess. “Get off, Princess. I didn't help you at all. Someone who has no happiness or hope in his heart can't help someone else finding them.” the grey male grumpily explained, crossing his strong arms and looking around with the corners of his light blue eyes: finally the Trollstice came, and now families, friends and lovers were reunited for one single day. Parents were hugging their beloved kids, who were very small... after all, Branch himself was bought (all alone) when he was just six years old, after his grandma's death and after becoming grey and paranoid: yup, his price literally dropped because of that detail, just 50 fucking golden coins. Who would want a sad and aggressiveTroll, after all?

Kids just had to grow up faster tha normal, and take care of themselves completely. No alternative, no other choice.

But the Trollstice meant something else too, something really bad but inevitable; visitors: all the Bergens in town would watch them from outside the big cage and choose the smaller ones, buying them for their own children or for themselves, just to find happiness from their singing. The truth was hard to accept but Branch, who wasn't a deluded, did: the Trolls had no truce, no a truly calm moment in their miserable pet-life. The grey male hated that, he hated that so much, more than the electric collar he had around his abused and bruised neck.

In that exact moment, a huge and pimply hand opened the cage and went straight for one of the baby Trolls, still in her parents' protective arms, grabbing the little girl for the short hair and trying to separate her from her mum and dad. The baby screamed desperatedly and tried to break free, reaching for her broken mother and father with her tiny arms. Her loud cries caught the attention of everyone, who just watched the scene with sad and sorry eyes. But not Branch, he literally snapped. Those ugly and stupid monsters had no right to tear families apart even during that thay, it was so unfair and selfish!

“We aren't pets. We aren't pets. WE AREN'T PETS!” the grey Troll repeated and screamed with rage, running towards the intruder and showing his sharp teeth, jumping up and sinking his fangs into the flesh of the Bergen soldier, shaking his head fiercely, trying to hurt that disgusting beast as much as he could and tasting the gross blood in his mouth.

The ogre-like creature let out a painful yelp and immediately dropped the poor and scared kid, that landed safely into her mother's hair, and violently threw Branch against the metallic bars of the birdcage. Then, after grabbing a strange remote control from a nearby table, he pressed a black button with a green finger. “This was the last time, filthy grey Troll!” the guard screamed, enraged and vengeful, shocking the black haired guy and raising the voltage consistently.

The shock was immediate and ruthless, but for the first time in his life Branch let out a piercing scream, collapsing on the hard ground once again while the electric waves were still torturing and burning his tense limbs. They wanted to kill him this time? Had he gone too far that time? He tried to pull the collar with both hands, but in vain: it was safely tied around his neck, it couldn't be removed.

Ten seconds, fifteen seconds, twenty seconds, and the pain still wouldn't stop and leave him alone; on the contrary, it increased exponentially. The grey Troll's owners punished him pretty often, it was true, he was a rebel after all and needed to be tamed. But the punishments lasted three or two seconds maximum, he couldn't even breathe right now!

“Stop! You are killing him!” Poppy angrily shouted, breaking the thick silence, her pink eyes incredulous and her form almost paralized. How... how could they do something like that!? Of course, she knew the Bergens were heartless monsters who used them as mere pets... but murdering another creature like that? No, she couldn't let them, not under her watch, not under the Princess' watch! “Dad, we must do something to help Branch! He is gonna die if we just stand here!”.

Before Peppy could even speak or think about a reasonable solution, another female and pretty creepy voice yelled a furious order to the insubordinate guard: “You, soldier! Stop what you are doing to that male Troll right now, in the name of King Gristle Jr.! That sample is our sovereign's personal property and part of a new breeding program, drop the remote control immediately, it's the royal vet who commands you!”.

Something happened, and the excruciating pain vanished. Branch gasped for air, coughing out and trembling a little, pretty terrified about what just happened, his heart racing as a galopping horse and almost jumping out his aching chest. He felt a rather gentle hand picking him up from the ground and checking him, and the survivalist used his own black hair to protect himself and curl in a little ball, also trying to see who was holding him with such a cold and professional touch. It was Chef, his old nemesis.

“Mh, everything seems quite fine. Time for you to change the diet, little Troll.” Chef declared after a few minutes of observation, touching Branch's belly and evaluating his tough body structure. The survivalist just let her do her job, too traumatized to react or trying to bite. “More meat and fruit for the male, he needs proteins and vitamines. No sweets, he's fat enough already. And for the female...” the vet said, pointing at Poppy and looking at her with severe eyes. “More fruit and cereals, she needs a lot of carbohydrates. And a few sweets and chocolate won't hurt, she needs energy to form pods. Take her right now, we'll put them both in the same cage for the next weeks, and we'll see if they'll make pods.”.

“Making pods with...!? Dad, what does that mean? What are we supposed to do? What happens if we don't make pods?” the pink Troll asked, very agitated at the moment, tensing up slightly when another hand grabbed her and lifted her from the cage. That was new for the Princess, she heard about it of course, but didn't know what to do. “Dad! Guys! What's gonna happen to us?”.

“Poppy! It's gonna be ok, sweetie! Don't do anything you don't want to do, we'll see each other soon!” Peppy tried to say and comfort, running with difficulty towards his poor daughter, before the prison was abruptly shut once again in front of his old and worried eyes.

Poppy found herself in a bigger cage full of good food, fresh water and even some dumb toys to play with (a little shiny ball, a rope and a sqeaky toy, nothing interesting really), the sweaty hand squeezing her finally letting go and putting her down. Next to her, hidden in the nearby corner, there was Branch, who looked at her with an enigmatic and scared expression.

“We'll escape from here. They can't control us forever.” their eyes seemed to shout as they looked at each othere. “We are going to be free. Two minds work better than one.”.

[kkukkung]

Your tag on the wonho pic with the cushions was bad even for you and you tagged 'soft' after that I can't believe it

im a soft stan.. uwu

HUge ask compilation under the cut yikes omg

twitter*com / arya940115 / status / 850724933906735104 WATCH THIS BUNNY!

[link] i can’t believe i have anons that call me “bunny” jkfsdghg this is?? matty’s impact. and I KNOW hyungwon rly died? it’s so interesting how wonho is so soft but he can also… kill a man… this is so h*t

sncksndnxinsjdcjcdknckksnsnxnkzndidh ive been on ur blog for an hr and a half now just reajdng ur tags and i jsut jdjdnkdjsjdk wrow what a long ass ride n also i cant believe u have a mh furry tag i thogit i was the only ome kskdnndksd

do u ever see someone and u can just… picture them in a fursuit…. that’s lmh…. anyway im sorry u wasted….. so much of ur precious time on my blog omg but thank u…….. also…. what’s ur minhyuk furry tag 👀👀👀 gotta flesh out my collection

u kno blogs that are marked nsfw dont show up in tags 👀 (hdhdfh thats probably not why ur posts dont show up but lol)

hgfjkfjfsh bye…. i know other blogs have this problem too and i think it might have smth to do w spam and whatnot, like not every post the fy blogs post show up either so it’s just… some tumblr thing i reckon? honestly i don’t think i’m that……….. nsfw am i………… 

I aspired to b as funny as your tags are

my tags……. aren’t funny dghjkdf……………. my gf left me over how unfunny i am? i have a rly shitty sense of humour i laughed sm when minhyuk said wonho used to be a human faced fish like that was so fucking funny to me but ??? no1 else…. but thank u rly

twitter(.)com(/)OfficialMonstaX(/)status(/)849589491182338049 an ot7 photo where minhyuk isnt clinging to anyone!!!!!!

incredible…. i rmbr this….. i feel a bit like… empty inside this isn’t Right u kno jfksgdh…

You @ any pic: oh cool…wonder how lmh ties into this…..

ur not wrong… but i feel attacked rn fjhsgj idk lmh is just so fascinating to me!!!

you know abt vocal analysis?? i know a tumblr mx blog who did a few and was wondering if you could read them?

i haven’t heard abt this before but i just googled it and i think i get the Gist Of It… i’m interested! link me :3c i can’t promise i will be that insightful though!

Did you get my message about changkyun’s coughing? [i did sorry answering it now!!! jsghgf]

I’m kind of worried. Since like 3 months ago, Changkyun’s been coughing. And at first I thought it was nothing but it’s persistent and doesn’t seem to be getting better or going away. Coughing usually means something with the lungs or heart and I’m worried all the coughing effects his breathin. He’s my precious Lil baby and I may worry too much. But i hope he’s had it looked at cause coughing like that all the time can mess up the lungs pretty bad if untreated

yes me too :((( i’ve noticed this too and like…. in fact half of mx has been sick for this comeback and it just… makes me feel v :(((( u know. i do think changkyun’s the type to not let something get in the way of his ambitions and he would…. try to take care of himself? i hope he’s gotten it checked out too… it’s strange bc it’s not exactly a Persistent thing, like it’s just like he needs to clear his throat sometimes and it sounds v dry? :/// idk what that means but yeah hopefully it’ll… clear up soon… :

I think it’s because I’m too soft of a stan but I really started crying when wonho cried in that video what the fuck why would the hurt me like this. Also can we agree the rapping was a lil :/ hilarious but cute. PS. WHY WAS IT SO FUVKINH WHITE WASHED WHt

i just…. couldn’t take the crying seriously sjkfdhgf i felt embarrassed bc of how cheesy it was but ummmmm im still slowly unclenching my butt from that feeling minhyuk’s falsetto gave me. and yeah lmao the rap. lmao. also anon u sound v cute n sof;;

In one of your posts about wonho you said you “weep for you child who was bullied at school and grew up broken”, what do you mean, what happened? I didn’t know about this and I’m TT

omg anon sdfjkghfskj i wrote that tag complaining abt….. my flopping gifset kjsfdhg im sorry u misinterpreted dw i’m sure wonho never went through smth like that!

Jackson and minhyuk together in that gifset is 2 much who decided to put two extremely loud needy bisexuals together

“two extremely loud needy bisexuals” GBYE…. u ever see  characterisation so accurate ur soul leaves ur body momentarily bc

What’s your opinion on the collar/neck tie not attached to the shirt thing that Wonho wore for their KBS Music Bank performance? I’m not sure how to feel about it.

personally i think it’s sexi? u could dress wonho in some bubble wrap and that would b sexi? tbh i rly like the…. sleazy rich dude costuming for this era;;;

nation’s demon child lee minhyuk… won’t somebody save our pure, productive youths from his clutches?

im dissociating fjgkjg

what are your favorite mx ships (or just like two-person dynamics/relationships) with minhyuk in them :>

showhyuk… wonhyuk… kihyuk…. hyunghyuk… joohyuk… and recently changhyuk wait fuck that’s all of th-

seriously tho… tell me if u want me to speak abt smth specific i think ive written extensively on like all of these before… just feel like minhyuk rly…. has v v v intimate relationships in general

Hey ^^“ new monbebe here~ and what exactly is no mercy? is before debut, right? And you know where we can download/watch it? tysm

jsdfhjgh u probably won’t see this anon but yes no mercy is the survival show that mx debuted from… you can watch it on 1thek’s channel. here’s the first ep and it should be pretty easy to find from there!

did you see on the radio that wonho said that he feels awkward around shownu and then the members were like that’s why they go to the gym cause they don’t talk.. shownu when he’s around wonho: :D wonho when he’s around shownu: :S

[diff anon] Recently on the radio wonho said he’s most awkward with shownu 😭💔😭 what are your thoughts? Also hyungnu talk before sleeping what do you think they talk about 👀👀👀

on showho… wonho has said b4 that shownu still feels kinda ?? apologetic towards him bc of the leader business so i feel like that is the potential strain in their relationship :/ but i doubt they’re genuinely awkward w each other like…. when ur constantly around someone for like 3+ years… i doubt any mx coupling is awkward now? but yeah it’s likely that shownu… kind-hearted son hyunwoo… feels residual weirdness abt being the leader when it was originally wonho’s role. re hyungnu PLEASE gjkfhds they’re so close they rly…………. they’ve been close since the beginning of time like hyungwon has a lil fanboy crush on shownu and shownu thinks hyungwon is beautiful and funny and they just……………… idk they must vibe together so well bc they’re both quiet + kind and they just………… seem to chill together a lot these days e.g. playing billiards !!!! aaa and um i feel like they would talk abt everything i can’t narrow it down?? probably like… discuss funny things that happened during the day and shownu tells a joke and hyungwon laughs for 5 minutes straight bc once he starts he doesn’t stop sgfhj

thsi is so stupid but u kno kihyun’s pose from beautiful where hes like,, turned away from the camera n a lil hunched over w/ his arms out i just,, just fuckin think of those grainy pics of bigfoot like i see kihyun n its like C R Y P T I D S P O T T E D

i hate this fgdjhfjk i feel like changkyun is a real cryptid btw (the part where he’s like…. sliding across???)?? anyway when will kihyun pop me via telepathy

Wonho gripping the straw of his coffee drink with his entire fist fkrkgkk why is he such a babie

feel like wonho was a lil bit spoilt/rolling in love as a kid and grew into this… manchild (not the annoying kind tho bc he’s also… v mature…) i love him sm….

Wow do u think minhyuk and kihyun are such good frens because they both love to act fake cute…..These Scorpio antics

YES!!!!! i think they’re v different kinds of fake-cute tho like, w kihyun it’s kind of…. nauseating when he does it on purpose like the way he plops down into chairs omg (gjhkfsdgk im sry) but w minhyuk it’s like he’s mastered how to b cute without being too much so that it leaks into his natural expression? but anyway when kihyun isn’t cute on purpose but is….. CUTE nonetheless… that’s when it Gets me u kno.

You aren’t the only one to notice how PD-nim cuts Wonho’s answers, and exploits his reactions. It’s not that I don’t love his precious self being exposed and tbh I gain life everytime Kiho laughs but the parts that sticks are the ones when he tries to pacify the situation. I think he steps back on variety but can show his true colors/raise his voice in NON-FORMAT programs(?) as RIGHT NOT/DEOKSPATCH/X-RAY. Plus it seems like he’s an audience type than the jokester one…

“show his true colors” jfskdhg yes on kinda.. external programs they don’t show much of him :(( and i think he’s just generally less comfortable speaking in those situations (even on radio shows he’s vvvv quiet…. and this era especially i feel like he’s been sort of Even More Quiet? but where there’s a production + filming team he’s working with that he starts to get familiar with mb he opens up more… anyway yes i agree he’s definitely someone who likes to observe what’s going on rather than directly contribute to the action in external variety/talk programs!

full offence but your tags give me life thank u

thank u?? thank U

my mom likes shownu because she thinks hes a: traditional, manly, well fit, and "expensive” looking man sunshwwjhsbe what but she looked at changkyun was like “who is this hunk” and said “he looks like the type to pay for 500$ meal” jsHWNHSJWYSHWH

(this is for when i asked who everyone’s mum’s fave member was fjkdhg) THAT’S RLY CUTE but im screaming changkyun is the furthest thing from a hunk (quote wonho: his life will b in danger if he doesn’t exercise) and he’d probably take u to his dim studio and feed u cup ramen on a date??? jkdfhgkj

I can’t believe Hyungwon gave us a hacker version of the Iconic Math lady meme on Amigo TV. I guess you could say he’s [hacker voice] ‘All In’.

THIS IS AWFUL jgsfhdjk……… i feel like hyungwon is rly transparent with his expressions like everything shows on his face?? like u can see the cogs whirring in his head when he’s thinking he’s rly so so s o pure :( lov him

damn, i.m

delete this?

“annals of time" 

i forgot when i tagged this and in relation to what but jkfdsghjksdfjkkjdfhdskjhfkghkjsfjksgh

annie ….. what hav you done to me :// i’ve began talking like .. this ?? i call my bias raw fish now :(

i hate this fjkgdshsdnjkggf ???? ? i don’t want this either !!!!!!!!!! but my internet persona? ??  cant u see im tryign,,, so hardf.,,, ,all the goddamned time…,,,,,, who is ur bias who is raw fish gfjkdhg (also i only called wonho raw chicken ONCE let me livevnsjkfdhj)

i feel like out of all the weird shit one could possibly be into .. elbow slurping isnt rly too wild like theres so Much out there tht im not mad at it. jus. just go ahead. take a fucking slorp babes

gkjdfsnbvdsjkfghksjfdghfsjkdhgkkjfahskdskjfhksjhkfsjhfkjsfhkjsfdhsjkdfjksfhdjkshfjkshfnjksvjdfnvdfjkgsdfjkndfjgndfjkgndsjkgnskdljngdjkgjkdsgkjsnd

hyungwon is my grandpa who rants @ me for 2 hours abt how his grandchildren never visit and are too loud when they do and how kids these days are always talking about wigs and their dads and then handing me a pile of Werther’s Original™ hard candies before hobbling off to take a nap

why is this so…… detailed and…. accurate…..

Hey sorry to bother you, but do you know whens it’s going to be the first MX’s award show, and where can i watch it? I’m always lost when it’s about this kind of thing e.e Anyway , have a nice day :3

IM RLY SORRY JSFGHKJSFG i hope u found it….. im sry im…. i never answer things in time but;;;;;;;; yes it was on m countdown and u can watch it on the mwave website as well as the mnet youtube channel!

I jus screamed at the phrase "made from the same fursuit” I wanna die

i literally get half my gross terminology from katie?? she made me this way

what are your thoughts on all of the different wonho ships? 👀

i want to…. nest myself in all the warm bonds wonho has formed w every member but especially wonhyuk and wonkyun i think?

the new yang nam show pix made me start thinking what do u think mx wear as jammies fr?? 🤔 besides wonho who just. Lets it free. I feel like ck would b one of those ppl who wears full jammie sets tbqh

why does this sound like matty…. they talk abt their pj preference in that one fancam i can’t find rn sjfdhg but tbh all i took from it was…… wonho……. but yes definitely i think ck would like that…. wants 2 feel Complete and Covered and Neat…

hey!! about the choreo thing, i feel that tbh. i think because so much of fandom is focused on being mad positive all the time, it feels like you can’t notice anything that isn’t 'just so’, but honestly, i do wish their choreo came out better on screen :/ another thing, and i don’t blame them for it, but it helps to keep the lines themselves clean so that no matter what it’s all good angle wise? got7 has trouble w/ that too (everyone dances their own way instead of together, yfm)

yes…………………………. i agree and i just… feel like their choreo is so much Effort but it’s not exactly flashy for all that energy they exhaust as well??? nd yeah what i said abt camera angles… this time the selling point w the jacket choreo was a good touch tho imo but it still………….. isn’t………………. what it Could Be idk i just feel like everything could be flashier and that might help them trend more dance-wise bc rn like tbh i don’t rly know what monsta x is known for? alsoooo what u said abt fandom being mad positive all the time i feel that sm like especially in this fandom… ppl rly pedestal the boys sm and sometimes… idk… overpraise their music when tbqh…. there isn’t….. that much Unique abt it…..? :0

wonhontology (.) tumblr (.) com / post / 158743886921 What a coincidence?!, seems like your scorpio boy has a vore kink and a nipple fixation… #AnWonHyuk

wonhontology tumblr com /post/158743886921 In the second one, isn’t Minhyuk trying to bite Wonho’s nipple? 0.0

[link] i can’t believe i didn’t see this gsjfdhg i love my vore kink nipple biter boy??? ***** *** *** **** ** **** ***** ***???????????????

lostinmonstax (.) tumblr (.) com / post / 158736187961/ tummy-flash did you see that?

[link] um fuck he’s so toned gjskhdfjksdhfk

Hi I love you

i love u 17 days late??? fdskgkjg

somtimes i have a strong urge to call minhyuk my lizard man in my tags this is ur impact annie

i can’t believe ppl r finally beginning to see lmh for who he rly is….. my lizard brethren

the beautiful mv is already to 2 million views and i am weeping… also i am really digginghoseok’s new grey/silver/no-longer-blonde hair.

u can jus.t…. tel lhow old this ask is by its contents jkgfhdsjkgs im the worst im sry but aa… thinking abt… all the hope we had…. 3 weeks ago… makes me :’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’———-))))))))))

cant believe that thigh wrestling gif cut out the part where minhyuk almost reveals his lizard self after wonho smacks his ass hard enough to make him jump a little and break thru his human disguise but tries to stay casual. wongo resistant ass

the. ass slap changed my life btw…. a lil bit of Inner Lee Minhyuk leaked out hfjkgfsdjkhg also this ask is so…………………… im scremaing at every part of it like it rly gets better w every word

hey,,,,,I love this blog,,,,, thank u

i lov u???????????/ this is a terrible lbogblglbo?

ppl have been pointing out how ur url says wonho but ur avatar says minhyuk but i cant beleaf no one has pointed out that the lil moon on ur desktop blog theme says 'rly a changkyun stan but don’t tell any1’ i’m on2 ur secrets 👀

👀👀👀👀👀

STAN SHIN HOSOCK, since he allowed Wonho’s freedom!

??? im sorry what does this mean jkfgkj