#if you wish that evilive was nice and happy you could make it that way! but i will not!

[kazz-brekker]

hotd episode 7 thoughts

let me tell you, i have been anticipating the funeral drama in this episode for WEEKS and it absolutely did not let me down.

as always i am happy that we got to see some of the dragons but i would have loved even more. where is syrax! i want to see her all grown up!

i’m glad we got the velaryons mourning laena, but it really did make me wish that we’d gotten to see more of her alive. laenor is clearly grieving his sister, but i honestly don’t think they ever had any significant scenes together.

corlys and rhaenys with their grandchildren was really sweet, i especially loved seeing rhaenys comfort rhaena and baela at the funeral.

helaena targaryen continues to be a weird little girl and i support her!

i love the idea of making aemond care more about helaena than aegon does, it’s a good characterization bit and also incredibly evil (cannot wait to see Certain Events that happen as a direct result of aemond’s actions utterly ruin their relationship).

why was this episode so dark. i could see everything but it was really gray :(

however i did like the part where everyone was standing around awkwardly after the funeral, the interpersonal drama was delicious.

matt smith and emma d’aracy have great chemistry, all the staring they did at the funeral made me SO impatient for them to actually interact, and their conversation on the beach was fantastic. 

loved getting to see them confront all their thoughts and feelings about each other that have built up over ten years. i’ve always found their relationship compelling to watch even though it’s obviously. you know. incestuous. it’s just fun to watch! and i feel less “step away from the underage girl” now that rhaenyra is older.

i know harwin strong is dead and never coming back but i’m still glad that we got to see jace mourning him and rhaenyra talking about their relationship.

a brothel …. a shack on the beach … daemon i am literally begging you to bring rhaenyra somewhere actually nice on your next date.

the scene of aemond claiming vhagar was both funny and awesome, the visual of this tiny little kid riding a huge old dragon and screaming his head off was hilarious but the moonlight dragon ride was very cool.

truly family solidarity as exemplified by the targaryen-velaryon kids is when your cousin that you just met for the first time that day wakes you up in the middle of the night to tell you your uncle stole her dead mom’s dragon so you go beat him up together!

i like the added detail that rhaena was planning to claim vhagar, it adds even more betrayal to aemond taking her instead.

is house of the dragon actually an extended psa about the dangers of giving young children knives? maybe so!

mom rhaenyra looking after her kids and making sure they’re okay is very important to me :)

honestly, i felt pretty bad for aemond in the big confrontation scene, he was kind of a jerk to the other kids but it can’t be fun to get yelled at by your dad when you’ve just lost an eye.

i absolutely LOVED the tension in that scene and the way that it built and built until alicent just went for it and tried to stab rhaenyra. characters going completely feral and unhinged in the BEST and alicent dropping her mask of cordiality and screaming at rhaenyra was so, so good.

viserys your parental favoritism is reeeally showing…

the scene between rhaenyra and laenor was wonderful, i’m so glad the show made it clear that even though they have their differences and have been basically forced into a marriage together they still care about each other and their kids a lot.

loved that larys was like “hey alicent want me to stab a kid’s eye out for you? :)” and alicent was like “no dude i’ll actually TELL you when i want you to kill someone.” she’s learning!

there were 3 dragons when the boat was sailing away, does that mean helaena has already claimed dreamfyre?

when rhaenyra and daemon started talking about getting married i was SO worried that i was going to see them engage in some not chill behavior together and kill laenor so i’m glad that didn’t happen.

i do have to respect this show for avoiding another bury your gays by having laenor fake his death but. uh. is anyone ever going to tell corlys and rhaenys that their son isn’t dead?

the valyrian wedding between daemon and rhaenyra was really cool but tbh i was kind of laughing at them passionately making out with tongue in front of their kids.

i say this every week but i am VERY excited for next week, looks like we’re in for even more family drama.

[shinehyuk]

ENHYPEN reaction to S/O turning dependent on them

‣ Genre : yandere

tw/cw : abuse, super toxic relationships, obsession, violence, mentions of torture, use of pet names, heavy themes, mention of murder – please do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable with such things.

request : hi !! could do one where yandere!enha's s/o turns vv dependent on them and just clingy n so affectionate after months(?) of resisting gxhsjx idk if i make sense but if u have one similar to this then u can ignore this aaaaaaa

Jungwon :

· Finally. He knew that sooner or later, you were going to understand that you can't live without him

· And now that it has finally happened, he's ready and more than happy to spoil you rotten until you can't even breathe alone without him being right next to you

· Cuddles? You got it. Kisses? You got it. He'll fulfill your every wish just to show you how spoiled rotten you get if you obey

· "You're so cute, my love~ I won't leave you, so don't worry. I'll protect you from all evil, you just have to stay like this – like a good kitten."

Heeseung :

· He’s so overwhelmed with happiness that you’re finally able to trust him to fully take care of you

· It took quite a while, but that's alright. When it comes to you, he's able to be patient

· Because in the end, you realized that he'll take the best care of you, that you can rely on him – he thinks it's beautiful

· "Awh, you want to sit in my lap, baby? How adorable you are~ Well, who am I to deny you? Come on."

Jay :

· He thinks it's cute, watching how you run to him the very second you come across a tiny little problem

· Your affection and clinginess is just adorable to him – oh, he just loves it more than anything else in the entire world

· He doesn't even feel the need to hurt you, why would he, when there is not even a single reason for the use of violence?

· "See? Shouldn’t you have done this much earlier instead of pointlessly resisting and disobeying, love?”

Jake :

· It's like his dream just came true – you finally learnt that you don't ever need to lift a finger when the male can simply do everything for you

· When you obey him, your whole life is so simple; anything you want is yours, no matter what it is, he can make all your wishes come true

· He never particularly liked punishing you, and now, since you don't disobey him, you can finally live peacefully

· "Gosh, you're just the sweetest, aren't you?~ My clingy baby, I love you so much."

Sunghoon :

· You don't even know just how happy that makes him – he'll love taking care of you

· Get ready to be spoiled and pampered.. a lot. The male will pour our all of his love to you, caring for you like there's no tomorrow

· Your clinginess is adorable. Even if he's extremely busy and has his entire schedule filled, somehow he'll still find the time to cuddle with you

· "My sweet kitten~ See? You shouldn't have resisted so much. Isn't your life heaven on earth now?"

Sunoo :

· Oh, the boy is just overjoyed! You turning completely dependent makes him so, so, so happy that he could burst any second now

· He'll take good care of you. He'll take care of every single thing, and nothing will dare stand in his way

· The male will do anything you ask of him. Anything. Kill someone? Try to take over the entire world? You got it! His obsession for you only got much, much more worse than it was before

· "I'm so happy, love! It's so perfect, finally you know that you're mine!"

Ni-Ki :

· He doesn't really know how to explain what he feels. Having your head in his lap, knowing that you trust him without any limits, it just feels so.. nice

· But although he likes it, a part of him is scared to take care of you – what if he messes up? What if he hurts you somehow? Since he never cared for anyone, it'll also fill him with anxiety

· He'll turn extremely soft on you – well, he can still be cold at times, but not for long. He'll never get annoyed or mad at you ever again, knowing just how much trust you have put into him

· "...You want to cuddle? ..Alright. Come here. Should we watch a movie together? In that case, I'll get some snacks, okay..? Is that fine with you?"

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ a/n ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

thank you for requesting! i hope you liked it <3

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@atiny-chocolate-chip @lmaoskz @sunoo-bby @annoyingbitch83 @dreamtonin

( if there are any mistakes in the post, i'm sorry. my 2am mind barely works but i really wanted to publish this <3 )

[phireflies]

𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗼𝗳 𝘂𝘀

steve makes a list of romantic clichés to do with you.

pairing; steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings; fluff, steve being a sweetheart, friends to lovers, pet names (sweetheart, bub), skimmed through so not fully edited

wc; 2.6k

“hi.” steve said as he greeted you at your door. the folded piece of paper felt like it weighed a million bricks in his pocket. “you ready?

you tilt your head. “for?”

“i’m taking you out, remember?”

you shake your head. “nope.”

“well, i am. get a jacket, it might be cold.” he turns on his heel and walks back to his car.

you shake your head laughing again, grabbing a light jacket. it was already cold, nearing october. 

right as you walk out, a large gust of cold air hits your face. you can hear steve laughing. he’s leaning on his car.

“ready now?”

you nod. he opens the passenger side door and lets you climb in. “you’re such a gentleman, where’s the steve harrington i know?” you tease.

“i’ve always been a gentleman, you just need to be more observant.”

“right. care to tell me what’s going on?”

he starts the car and begins to drive. the windows are down, letting the cold air in. it’s nice, would be nicer if the air was warmer though. “just thought we’d do something fun. we haven’t really gotten to hang out with just us in a while.”

you nod. “that sounds nice, i think we both need that.” you laugh.

since steve had taken dustin under his wing, the whole group of kids had followed. in the past month, you hadn’t seen steve had at all without a kid following close behind. you loved the kids, but it was nice to have just steve for a little bit. 

“have you heard of that new diner that opened up right outside of indianapolis?” he asks. you nod. “thought we’d go there, share a milkshake or something.”

you felt your heart swell at the thought of sharing a milkshake with steve. the closeness made you dizzy. “that sounds nice.” you repeat, only your voice was smaller. 

steve was never one to shy away from touching you, as he always had a hand on the small of your back or an arm around your shoulder. this was no different, as he placed his hand on your thigh. you hoped he didn’t hear your breathing hitch. “you look scared.” he said, glancing at you. you were driving through a forest, no sign of life anywhere. “i’m not going to kill you, i promise.”

“i didn’t think that, steve. just happy that we’re doing something is all.” you smile. he smiles back, that classic harrington smile. 

“did you know that dustin likes you more than me?” he says, laughing.

“have you seen the way that kid looks at you? it’s like you would’ve hung the stars or something. kid worships you.”

steve smiles. “he talks about you a lot. says you’re real pretty.” and that you’d be good for me. steve doesn’t say that.

“yeah, he’s real sweet.”

“i agree, you know. you are real pretty. maybe a star yourself.”

you hit his shoulder. banter like that was usual for you. platonic flirting you’d call it. “oh shut up, harrington.”

“oh no i’m not lying, swear. you could be a famous actress or something.”

“you flatter me, now focus on driving.”

he does as told, eyes fully on the road. 

you wished you could pull your eyes off him, but you couldn’t. “you’re pretty.”

he glances at you, then his eyes are back on the road. “what?”

“oh yeah, like phoebe cates.”

“you’re evil.” he shakes his head. he doesn’t deny it, he thinks it’s funny. he thinks you’re funny.

his thumb draws circles on your thigh. 

“and,” he draws it out for dramatic effect. “we’re here!”

you open the door before he can run over and open it for you. “again, evil! can i not continue my gentlemanly efforts?”

you shake your head. “nope. c’mon.”

he jogs after you, placing his hand on your back. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel like his hand burned you. a good burn, though. 

the diner was quaint, cherry red and cream seats. music was playing softly in the background, a song you didn’t know. very few people were eating. 

“hi there! you can take a seat anywhere.” the waitress at the counter smiles. “i’ll get you guys in a couple minutes.”

steve leads you to a seat in the back. “it’s nice here, isn’t it?”

you nod. “it’s cute.” 

there was vibrant colored lights overhead, lighting steve up beautifully. “you look nice in the lights.”

“as do you, harrington. like a christmas tree.”

“hi, sorry for the wait.” the waitress apologizing, handing you and steve menus. “what can i get started for you guys?”

“uh, a coffee please.” you smile. 

“just a water. i think we’ll need time to look over everything.”

“of course! i’ll get those drinks over quick.” the waitress begins to walk away, then turns back. “i recommend the peach cobbler, it’s very good.”

steve loves peach cobbler. his face lights up at that. “thank you.”

“i already know what you’re going to say, and yes. we should get it.”

“i’m not hungry, i think we should just skip to milkshakes and cobbler.” he suggests.

you smile. “read my mind.” 

your hand was on the table, so steve reached out and grabbed it. 

steve, though usually touchy, was even more touchy. it felt strange, but not bad. it made you have a ting of hope that he felt the same way. you shook your head slightly at the thought. it was just steve being steve, nothing else. 

“here’s your coffee, and your water. have you guys decided yet?” the waitress pulls you out of your thoughts. 

“can i get a strawberry milkshake with two straws, and then a large piece of that peach cobbler?” he asks, smiling politely. his hand never left yours.

“of course, you won’t regret it!”

she puts her hand on his shoulder, something that usually wouldn’t make you jealous, but it did. it felt like someone set your heart alight. 

when she walked away, you pulled your hand from steves and wiped it on your pants. “she was nice.”

“she was.”

“and pretty.” you say. your voice came out a little strained.

steve looked confused. “i mean, sure. what’s up?”

“nothing, just... observing.”

steve’s foot nudged yours. “can i hold your hand again?”

someone had poured water on your burning heart. “yeah, sorry. i’m just tired.” you were tired, but that wasn’t the reason you were acting strange.

you put your hand back in his, and he smiled. steve looked so pretty when he smiled that you wanted to reach out and feel if he was real. he looked unreal, and the vibrant lights only made it seem more so. 

“do you have to be home tonight?” he asked, rubbing his thumb over your hand. 

you shook your head. “my parents are gone, new mexico i think.”

steve knew all too well what it was like to be alone. that was only partially why he wanted to take you out. “good, because i had no intention on bringing you back.” he didn’t mean for it to come out the way it did. “no, wait. i’m not going to kill you i swear.”

you laughed. “are you saying you have more things for us to do?”

“yeah, got a list and everything.”

the list was something robin had come up with for the most part. she suggested that it be created and what was on it. steve had come to her for help on how to ask you out, and robin being robin, suggested that he go all out. 

the list read;

1. share a milkshake with TWO (!!) straws

2. stargaze at lover’s lake (no funny business)

3. dance to the radio (pls for the love of god pick something good)

4. confess undying love 

5. live happily ever after (update robin)

steve only wrote number 1, robin wrote the rest. robin ordered that she was to be informed of how everything went right after it all happened.

“can i see the list?”

“no!” steve shouted, a little too loud. “no, sorry. it’s top secret.”

“i see, so you are going to kill me.”

he hung his head on down, his head on the table. you could tell he was laughing because his shoulders were bouncing up and down.

“yeah, actually i am, you caught me.” he deadpans. 

“wow... what an honor to killed by the steve harrington. put that on my gravestone. ‘death by harrington’.”

he laughed, then stopped as he noticed the waitress coming back. he didn’t want to let go of your hand, so he slipped out so much as to only touch your fingertips. “thanks so much.”

the waitress put down the milkshake with two straws, then the peach cobbler. she looked at your hands, then said, “sure.”

“she turned sour real quick.” you mumble. 

“yeah, it’s whatever. this looks so good...” steve was practically drooling. 

you put your straw in the milkshake and took a sip. it was perfect, best milkshake you’d ever had. “oh my god, try this now!”

so steve did. “you’re kidding. best milkshake in indiana definitely.”

you nodded, agreeing. you leaned in again to take another sip. steve leaned in too. he was so close, you were sure you could count every freckle on his face. you wished you could, as he pulled away. 

“you fall in love?” he teases. you were still leaning in.

your face heated up and felt like it was going to melt off. “nah, you’re not that pretty.” you shrugged. you felt as if you played that off well. 

“that’s not what you said in the car.” he mentioned, leaning in again. 

your mouth was open, and it felt like your throat was closing up. you couldn’t reply. 

“i’m just joking, bub.” he laughed. 

“god, i hate you.” 

steve just laughed, and began eating the cobbler. “mm... try this.” he put a little bit on his fork and held it out to you. 

you ate it, sighing after. “this is my new favorite diner, i’ve just decided.”

“we’ll come back, i promise.” you knew he was telling the truth, steve would one day pick you up and come here again.

as you two finished eating, you noticed it was beginning to be night. “i think we should get going.” you nodded to the window. the sun was setting, a beautiful shade of pink filled the sky.

“yeah, i’ll pay.” he suggested. as you began to voice your complaint, he shushed you and pushed you to the door. “i pay, you wait in the car.”

“gentleman.” you muttered before leaving. steve had pushed his car keys into your hands.

after he paid, he waved to you from inside, and pointed to the bathroom.

you nodded. 

when steve got into the bathroom, a small one person one, he took out the folded note from his pockets and used a worn down pencil to cross off number one. “phew... okay. robin you better be right about this.” he whispered.

it hadn’t been obvious to steve that you liked him. dustin and the gang always told him you liked him, that you couldn’t have single conversation where he was not brought up. robin even voiced her opinion, saying “you are an idiot, dingus. it’s so obvious it’s almost painful that you don’t realize it. maybe you need glasses.”

once he left the diner, he smiled at the sight of you with your feet up on the dashboard. he heard the faint sound of the radio as he got closer. 

“hey, bub. are you cold?” he asked when he got into the drivers seat. 

you nodded. “a little.” your light jacket wasn’t doing anything to help.

“here.” steve tugged off his jacket and tossed it to you. “you’ve said i was like a human heater before, so i’ll be fine.” that was true, but also, steve just really liked seeing you in his clothes. 

“thanks.” absentmindedly, you breathed in as you put it on. it smelled like him, almost overwhelmingly so. “where to now?”

“secret.” he smirked, then started driving.

“lover’s lake, seriously?” you questioned. you had known steve long enough to know that he took every girl to lover’s lake. it was his place. 

he laughed, uneasy. “not for that reason, bub. you see how dark it is?”

you nodded. “i don’t get what that has to do with an-”

“stargazing. lover’s lake is perfect for stargazing. plus, people get crazy out here, water’s nasty.”

that made you laugh. you felt a little better, though you still wondered if steve brought any other girls out to stargaze. those thoughts were pushed away as steve opened your door and held out his hand. you took it.

“the stars are really vibrant.” you admitted. 

“it’s beautiful isn’t it?” he asked, almost silently. his voice was so soft you almost couldn’t focus on anything else. 

you nodded. 

lover’s lake was silent, you couldn’t even hear the water moving. every so often, you’d hear a bird make a noise, or a leaf would fall. 

steve had gotten a quilt out of his trunk and put it down. he sat down first, motioning for you to sit down next to him. 

your thigh pressed up against his, the contact making your skin burn yet again. 

“you know what robin said?” he broke the silence after a few minutes. 

“what?”

he took a deep breath. “she said that you felt the same way.”

it felt weird, him saying it that you liked him.

“uh... i guess.” your voice was so small steve had to lean in to hear you better. 

your mind had skipped over the fact that he said, “the same way.”

“hey.” he touched your face. it was different than the thousand other times he did it. 

“yeah?”

“i feel the same way.”

you laughed, shakily. your hand found his on your face, leaning into his touch. “so...”

“so, i think that was me confessing my feelings for you.” you both laughed. the note read, “confess undying love”, but it was all the same. “can i?”

he looked at your lips, you looked at his. you leaned in at the same time, and it felt like a thousand fireworks went off in your brain. you had always thought that if you kissed someone you truly liked, that your whole world would change, the world would become a little more vibrant, colors more saturated. you were just shocked that it was true.

“well.” he said, pulling away.

“well?”

“i think i like you.” the smallest smile on his face appeared. 

“wish you’d have told me sooner, harrington.”

he laughed, then got up and ran to his car. “just wait there!” he called out. 

he turned on the car, then the radio. it was perfect, the song that came on.

and i wanna spend some time with you.

“c’mon, sweetheart, let’s dance.” he said, pulling you up and grabbing your waist.

you didn’t know how to dance, neither did steve. you were both stepping on each others toes, but it was alright. you could write it off as romantic.

just the two of us

we can make it if we try

“just the two of us.” you sung.

“just the two of us.” steve joined in. 

you had gotten the hang of the dancing after a while, almost perfect near the end of the song. 

just the two of us.

the song ended. steve was staring at you, his nose almost touching yours. 

“that was so cheesy of you.” you sighed. you loved it.

“get used to it, bub.” he said, peppering your face with kisses. 

steve could cross out three things from the list. he couldn’t wait to tell robin.

[bunniesnuggie]

~ Uncle Steeb ~

cg!Eddie Munson x little!reader, past cg!Steve Harrington x little!reader (platonic)

summary: you and your friends go to the carnival, where Steve wins you a stuffed animal. Which makes Eddie feel left out :(

how he felt when you name the dragon^

Before you met Eddie, the only person to know about your regression was Robin. She’d never gotten the chance to care for you while you were regressed, but she knew about it and fully supported you. The both of you became best friends in school and eventually worked together, and that’s where you met Steve. Very reluctantly, might I add, not that you didn’t like him, you were just shy. But Steve absolutely adored you, he thought you were just the cutest, little thing. Steve found out about your regressing, during a shift you two had together. It was an accidental slip after a customer wasn’t being very nice, and it was the first time anyone had seen you slip. He didn’t make it a big deal, but he was confused. After you and Robin explained and she threatened to harm him if he were mean to you he completely understood and respected you. From then on he’d make sure you were never overwhelmed at work or harassed by the kids when they came in. He felt a desire to care for you, even though you were merely friends, he made it his job to look out for you in a sorta caregiver way.

Once you started dating (well even just being friends with) Eddie, that all changed. Now it was him who was taking care of you, Steve didn’t mind. He wasn’t in love with you, he was happy you found a boyfriend so caring. But he did miss taking care of you. I mean, he was your babysitter too. Eddie knew that Steve was your first “caregiver” and that it was completely platonic. He wasn’t jealous per say, he just wished he could’ve been the first. But he was more than happy to take over. By that point, your whole friend group knew about and supported your age regression.

They would make sure that once a month they did something child friendly altogether because they all loved to hang out with you when you were in little space. It took awhile for Eddie to be OK with letting that many people see and interact with you while regressed, especially in public. But he trusts them, as do you.

This month you were going to the local carnival that happend to be in Hawkins for the week. You guys rode the ferris wheel, got cotton candy, funnel cakes, soda, juice -just lots of sugar - and you even convinced your daddy to get his face painted with you. After walking around awhile he was spotted. The most fluffy, most sparkly stuffed dragon you have ever seen in your life! You tugged on your daddy’s arm,

“Dada look!! Look! Is a draga!!”

He smiled at the way your pronunciation changes in littlespace. Though it dropped when he saw what you had to do to win said “draga”. Basketball. Not just the kind where you stand behind the wall and throw it into a small laundry basket hoop only a foot away. No of course not, it’s the actual game, where you have you go up to a real hoop, on a half court.

“Yeah I see it, angel! Let’s see if we can find something like that at the gift shop, hmm?”

He tried, he really did. But when you looked at him, with your wobbly lip and big eyes and uttered the words,

“Oh, otay daddy,”

In the saddest, smallest voice ever and wrapped your small fingers around his index. He knew he was screwed, with a silent sigh (not directed towards you, never directed towards you) he crouched down so you could jump onto his back. “Alright my little spider monkey twilight anyone let’s go win you a sparkly dragon!” he yelled with a bounce, “we’re gonna go make these carnies beg for their mommies, you losers coming too?” it always made you giggle how your daddy spoke with other people compared to you. Robin came over and poked your side, “of course I wanna see this cutie win a stuffie,” she looked at Eddie and continued, “I also wanna see you throw balls into - what do you call them? ’laundry baskets’ ” she said with an evil grin. That made Steve laugh, “this is gonna be good”.

10 minutes and $25 later, he’s still trying to make one basket, the kid running the booth felt bad he spent so much and said he could have it, for just one shot. You are getting your dragon. Robin is sitting with you, laughing watching. While you are cheering on your daddy. Steve’s honestly flabbergasted, I mean surely he’ll get it once. *swoosh* nope, ok.

“Hey - man, you’ve spent almost enough to buy the dang thing. Let me try”

Steve attempted, but Eddie was persistent.

“I got it man!”

*miss* Eddie would’ve given up after the first time, but it’s for you. He looks over and sees you bouncing and clapping for him, then looks to the stuffie, then to Steve, then the ball. He groans,

“Harrington! Get your ass over here, I don't see how you're gonna win a rigged! game”

He glared at the thief kid running the booth when saying that and threw the ball to Steve. Who said nothing but smirked. He got in position in front the hoop and shot *woosh* straight in. There was a - different - reaction for everyone there. You jumping with joy, Robin laughing her butt off, Steve and the worker were just relieved it was over and Eddie, well Eddie was pouting like you on the rare occasion he tells you no. The worker handed Steve the long awaited dragon and gave him a pitiful smile. Steve handed him off you,

“Tank you Uncle Steeb!”

You pulled the stuffie from him and jumped in his arms, he set you down with a kiss to the top of your head.

“Your welcome Munch,”

He smiled at you and looked up to Eddie. If looks could kill… Steve awkwardly laughed and patted you on the back as you rambled about the personality of your new friend. When you approached your daddy he tried to smile at as you squealed and shoved the dragon towards him, repeating everything you just told steve,

“Isn’t Uncle Steeb da best!”

Ok that one hurt. Alot. The others seemed to notice too.

“Hey, I’m not that cool, but your daddy - he’s the coolest and look how long he played for! He hates basketball!”

Steve tried to ease the tension, and you just looked at him like he said the sky is green. You looked up at your daddy and jumped into his arms, wrapping your arms and legs around him. Squishing his cheek to yours as you stated with the utmost confidence,

“Uhm - well ya he my dada? He’s the bestest ever! He pays wif me an luh me an he give me cuddles, oooo an his stories are my faborite!!! An he da one who pay for Kas soooo..”

You trailed off fiddling with the dragon's wings. Now Eddie was smiling ear-to-ear, his dimples showing and his brown eyes shining. The other two laughing and his sudden change in demeanor, and how not only minutes ago he looked like you had dumped him. Steve furrowed his brows then asked you,

“Wait- Munch, who’s Kas?”

You and eddie looked at each other and smiled,

“Das my daddy’s DnD guy! He has dragas too!!”

You giggled out. Your daddy set you down and took your hand not holding the stuffed dragon. On the way out, you started listing off all the similarities and differences between draga Kas and your dadas Kas. You cut yourself off with a yawn, happy to be heading home. You gave Steve and Robin sleepy hugs and said goodbye. Your daddy picked you up and buckled you into your “car seat” he made for you and held up your dragon,

“Thank you for saving me young dragon master, you will make a wise trainer! Though you are quite small, ah! You must be a hobbit!”

He said in a deep, gravelly voice moving the dragons head as though he’s speaking, you giggled at his silliness

“May I sit with you on the journey home little hobbit?”

“Ya! You tan sit here, dada can you buckle him in pease?”

Of course he did just that, setting him down in the seat next to and snapping the belt in place. “Alright little one, give me one second to say bye bye and we’ll go ok”

He smiled at you and waited for you to nod, then gave you kiss on your forehead. He turned the car on, putting on the heat and radio on low. He glanced at you one more time before turning on his heels and facing his friends,

“Well - that was fun, thank you guys for being so nice to them. And doing things like this,” he said sincerely, pointing to you then the fair “and Harrington,”

Steve hummed at him, “head kisses only ok? I see your lips touch skin and I will remove them. Ok?” He smiled at Steve but he knew Eddie was serious. As much as Eddie has grown to trust them with you, you're still his baby. Steve lifted his hand in mock defense,

“Don’t worry man, she’s like my baby sister. I won’t try to steal her from you, she loves you too much anyway”

He laughed out, besides he’s still in love with nancy oh did I say that? oops

Eddie just playfully glared and Robin decided to speak up,

“Ok ok! Stop swinging it around and go bring your little one home, they’re drooling on the window”

She chuckled. Sure enough, your little face was pressed against the glass, your breath fogging it up ever so slightly. Eddie laughs at the sight and pulls out his phone to snap a pic that’s right modern au. He waves bye as he hops in the driver seat and buckles up. He looks at you in the rearview mirror and smiles to himself,

“I love you so much you little butt head”

He mumbles before starting the careful drive home.

A/N: this was inspired by a headcanon from the lovely @bootlegmothman420 so go look at its page and follow!! I love jealous and protective Eddie so hyper fixated on this until it was done :D

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dating jun feels like...

making your favorite tea at the end of the long day. junhui is your comfort person, the one whose arms feel like home, the one you want to run to when world comes crashing down, the one with who you feel safe. he reminds you that the real strength is in kindness and that being gentle does not equal to being weak; it takes a very strong person to continue being kind in this world.

('sometimes i wish i could be mean or evil,' you mutter, cradled on his lap with his arms wrapped securely around you. 'why do i care so much about not hurting others?'

junhui kisses your forehead and mumbles a sleepy: 'cause you are you. and i love this about you.' you turn your head a little to him and he kisses tip of your nose too. 'kindness is a superpower, remember?')

jun's love is gentle, very much like he is; his love feels like a warm hug that you don't want to break, like a nice walk in the park on a sunny day when you can hear the birds chirping. his love envelops you in an affection that you haven't know before, the one where all attention and care is given freely without you having to ask for it. he looks at you like you hold stars in your eyes, he holds you like you are the finest china, he treats you like you a princess - all because you truly are all that for him.

('what on earth..' you mumble, staring at the list. jun is standing next to you, nervous and excited at the same time. you look at him, baffled. 'jun, what is this?'

'you must simply pick a number from the list,' he answers, hugging you. he then points on many envelops, scattered around the table: 'and then you pick the envelope with the same number, open it and you'll receive your present!' he excitedly moves around you, clapping like a little kid. 'it's ten days before your birthday, so ten envelopes. you'll open one each day!'

you take a deep breath, trying your hardest not to cry. the amount of thought jun puts into things like that, the amount of effort he shows to make you happy - it's all overwhelming. he hugs you again, somehow understanding your emotions. 'you deserve only the best,' he whispers, caressing your back. 'i wish i could give you more, but for now that's all. i love you. so much.')

he is a perfectionist, so dates with him are planned meticulously, everything single activity is picked after a thorough check if it'll suit you both and if it'll make you happy. ironically enough junhui doesn't have to try to woo you: he does it unintentionally, all comes out naturally because he's a true romantic at heart ('hundred roses for you all hundred days you made me happy, my dear').

he's the type to write down his feelings and tuck that letter under your pillow, because words come easier to him when he doesn't have to say them out loud. his affection runs deep and he is selfless; naturally, he puts your needs above his own.

('don't do that ever again,' you say sternly, frowning. jun doesn't reply, head hung low in shame. 'it's not just about me, jun. if you don't feel up for something, if you don't feel good you should say it. you shouldn't do something just because i want it! i care for you as much as you do for me!'

he nods, sighing in frustration. 'i just saw your excitement and didn't want to disappoint you by rejecting.' he looks up and takes your hand in his, serious. 'i'm sorry. i won't do that again.'

'i want you to be happy too,' you mumble and he nods, pulling you closer. 'your happiness matters to me, just like mine to you.')

he is gentle in his kisses, in his touches, in his words - the last thing he wants is to offend you in some sort of way. he is quiet 'you look wonderful tonight' spoken to your ear, he is a butterfly kiss left on your cheek, he is a longing look sent to you across the room, he is a steady hand in yours, always.

dating junhui is like wearing your favorite well-worn clothes, the ones that are super soft and have many fond memories. he makes you feel comfortable in any situation, takes care of you in the best way possible and opens your heart up to him with his kindness, showing you what love can and should feel like.

a/n: last one of these series!! guys, i did it, i finished for all the members wheeew! here is the link to all others, let me know what you think! - nini

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hello! can i request a bts reaction where the members don’t show up on an important day for the reader (like a birthday, anniversary, recital, etc.)? pls pls make it angsty hehe like the reader doesn’t forgive them/talk to them for a couple days hehehehe thank you so much!!

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Genre: Angst

Warnings: Curse Words, Minor character death (not sure if someone dying is an important day but I'd be mad upset if my s/o is absent when I lose someone close to me) Mentions of surgery.

A/n: "make it angsty..." LMAO I GOTCHU BAE *evil smirk*

Kim Namjoon:

"I'm being inconsiderate?!"

Namjoon could only deflate into a low grumble when your voice boomed through the small room.

"You've missed the most important occasion that you know I've been so excited about, and I'm being inconsiderate?"

"You're not getting it, (Y/n)," Namjoon shook his head, wanting to come closer to you but knowing better than doing that.

"I couldn't miss the show."

"But you could miss my birthday?!"

"(Y/n)..." Namjoon dug his fingers into his eyebrows. "Please understand, I'm the leader-"

"And I'm nothing to you, am I right?"

"No!" He exclaimed, eyes wide. "Why would you even say that?"

"I don't like celebrating my birthday for this very reason, Namjoon," you spoke in a small voice, turning to face away from him.

"You know, you know that I've spent so many birthdays alone, with no wishes, no one to get me a cake. Nothing. I thought it would be different this year because I have you. But I was wrong. I shouldn't have expected anything because I'm the one who's hurt."

"Baby," he whispered, taking just one step in your direction. "I'm so fuckin' sorry. Please know that."

"I don't. I don't want to know anything, okay?" You snapped, holding your hand up in the air for emphasis. "I just want to be alone. Can't you do that?"

"I have to leave in two days again, (Y/n)!" He whined, throwing his hands up into the air. "I came to spend time with you, why can't we just be normal? What would it take, for me to get on my knees and apologize?"

You turned to look at him in disbelief.

"Really nice of you to think I'll be all fine and happy if you do that, Namjoon."

"Then what do I do?!" Namjoon huffed in exasperation. "I'm trying, okay? It's not like I can go back in time and be there for your birthday. It's gone! I can't do anything about it! The only thing I can do is make it up to you, take you out, celebrate with you again!"

You nodded stiffly.

"You're right, Namjoon. You're absolutely right. But I don't want to do any of that. I want to just... not be with you right now."

"(Y/n), please," Namjoon sighed deeply. "Please- just...let's just look past this, please."

"I'm sorry that I'm finding it difficult to do that, Namjoon," you tried to explain. "All I think of when I see your face is how I felt when you weren't there. It reminds me of the pain of being alone and I just don't want to feel that way again. Is that too much to ask of you?"

Namjoon looked pained.

"Okay, (Y/n)," he breathed out. "I'll go. But I'll be back, and I hope you know that I won't be leaving the next time I'm here."

"We'll cross the bridge when we get to it, Namjoon."

Kim Seokjin:

"(Y/n)..."

Jin delicately wiped away the tear that slipped past his lower lid.

"Baby, I..."

Kneeling beside you, Jin placed the bouquet of white roses on your lap.

"I'm so sorry, darling."

A dry chuckle buzzed through your chest.

"You finally showed up."

"I'm so sorry," he apologized in a broken whisper. "This shouldn't have happened. Not now."

"Doesn't change anything," you admitted in a flat voice. "She's gone."

Jin's head dropped in shame and regret.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be there."

"I feel sorry for myself too, you know?" You turned to look at him who was kneeling by your side, his trembling hands folded together.

"I feel sorry for waiting for you. I feel pathetic."

"I'm sorry," he mumbled again. "I really wish I could've been there."

"Part of me wants to be understanding," you sniffled. "Part of me wants to do that. But no. I choose to be selfish, okay? I want to feel bad about this. I have every right to. You weren't there for me when I needed you the most. You promised you would when the day would come, that you'd hold my hand and strengthen me. But the day came and the pain followed but the only one that didn't come was you."

"(Y/n)," he inhaled sharply, taking a hold of your hands in his clammy ones. "No words can describe the way I feel. I am so sorry, I would've given everything to make it to you in time. But I-"

"When she was alive, you promised you'd be there. That you'd carry her to her grave. That you'd be there to wipe every tear that fell from my eye because she could no longer do it. But you didn't. You didn't, Jin. It was not just me that you failed. You failed my mom too."

"Forgive me," he pleaded with teary eyes. "I'm so deeply sorry, (Y/n), I can't- I can't tell you how much I tried. I just-"

"Please go," you asked of him in an exasperated sigh. "Go back to where you came from. I want to be alone."

"Baby-"

"Just go."

With one last look at the broken expression that you didn't bother hiding from him, Jin nodded, delicately kissing your knuckles.

"I'll go from here, but I'm not leaving."

Min Yoongi:

"Well, good morning sunshine," you rolled your eyes upon seeing Yoongi set the table. "Guess who's on their man period today."

"Sit," Yoongi snapped, narrowing his eyes at you.

"Damn, funny to see you having a reason to be upset with me."

"Why'd you drink so much yesterday, (Y/n)?"

You looked at the bowl of hangover soup that he placed at the table, dragging the chair out and wordlessly gesturing for you to take a seat. Which you didn't, of course.

"I don't see how that's any of your concern."

"You were sleeping outside the house, for god's sake! What if I didn't come home? You'd have fallen sick, or something could have happened!"

"It should have," you said, looking him dead in the eye. "You didn't come anyway, so don't speak as though any of this bothers you."

"Don't," he warned in a low voice. "Don't get there."

"Oh, I should," you insisted. "I waited, you know? I waited for you, I thought you'd show up when I walk up to the stage, I thought you'd cheer for me - which is so unlike you but forgive me for thinking it would be different this time!"

"(Y/n)-"

"Shut up!"

Yoongi froze, too stunned to speak.

"Aren't you even ashamed? Not even a little bit? Your members showed up, Yoongi! They cheered for me, but you? You're too busy collaborating with people who are begging to have you work with them!"

"What's wrong with doing that?" Yoongi frowned at your accusation.

"What's wrong?" you parroted with a laugh of disbelief. "Nothing's wrong with doing that, Yoongi. What is wrong is that you couldn't be there for me."

"I'm sorry, okay?"

"Well, it's not okay, Yoongi. You can take your apologies and this stupid fake concern-" you pointed to the soup, "and stick it up!"

"It's not fake," he defended with a scowl. "You're telling me your head isn't aching right now?"

You laughed in his face.

"It is, Yoongi. It is, but I don't want you to take care of me. It hurts because I drank too much trying to drown the pain of you not being there even though you promised!"

"(Y/n)..."

"You're so fucking heartless," you scoffed. "You sent me one text, one text! 'Sorry baby, I can't be there today, got an important meeting,' an hour before the ceremony began! I feel so embarrassed to even think that you were joking and you'd actually turn up."

Yoongi sighed deeply, scratching his eyebrow and looking away.

"What do you want me to do now?"

"Are you seriously asking me that?" you scoffed. "Get out of my house!"

"Stop being so difficult, (Y/n)," Yoongi took a step closer to you. "Look, I'm sorry I couldn't be there. But don't-"

"I don't want to hear it, Yoongi. It's disappointing to see you here now and not when I needed you. I hope you know just how much you've hurt me."

"Baby," Yoongi frowned. "I'm really sorry, love. I sent you so many texts after that but you didn't read them."

"Why? Feel bad now?" You taunted.

He shook his head. "I told you I'd be there a few hours late, (Y/n). I wanted to take you out for dinner."

"A bit too late for that, now."

"I'm sorry, (Y/n)," Yoongi genuinely apologized. "Please."

"Just go back home, for now, Yoongi. I don't want to see you right now."

Jung Hoseok:

"(Y/n)..." Jimin sighed for the fourth time that evening. "Hoseok hyung is calling, again."

"I don't want to talk to him," you muttered stubbornly, playing with the edge of your hospital gown. "Let him suffer."

"Goodness," Jimin chuckled helplessly at your words, setting his phone down and shaking his head.

"It's too much, you know?" He tried to convince you. "He doesn't even know which hospital we're in."

"I don't care. He brought this upon himself."

"He's human too, (Y/n)," Jimin sighed softly. "We're all very stressed, but Hoseok hyung is taking it worse than most of us. Partly because of your health."

"You're trying to say that he's worried about my health?" You looked into Jimin's eyes with tears glistening in your own. "Might be, when I'm not around. But when he's with me, he's only ever worried about work."

"It's been a week," he urged. "He's desperate. Just talk to him once, tell him you're fine."

"As if you haven't been doing that already," you challenged, watching Jimin's eyes widen in surprise.

"How'd you know?" He asked you.

"I just do."

Jimin's shoulders slumped in defeat.

"He's going mental, (Y/n)."

"I did too, moments before the surgery when he wouldn't answer my call. He can suffer some more."

Jimin finally nodded, looking to the floor sadly.

"I know hyung made a mistake, a big one. I shouldn't even be defending him for what he's done, because I know what it was like. I was there, (Y/n). Hoseok hyung told me to be there in case he couldn't make it in time. But so much happened, the emergency, the change of hospitals, he's really worried, you know? Just...talk to him once, please. For my sake."

"I wouldn't know what to say," you admitted in a whisper. "I'm afraid I'll just cry."

"And that's alright too," Jimin gently spoke, walking closer to your bed to hold your hand. "You have every right to be upset. But avoiding him is not only making him suffer because you're suffering too."

"Why'd you have to sweet talk me, Jimin?" You whined with a pout.

"Because I care for the two of you," he responded with a soft grin. "But I care for myself too, you know? I fear going back and Hoseok hyung throttling me to death because you won't let me tell him where you are."

"Are you sure you haven't told him yet?" You raised your eyebrows in suspicion.

"100 percent," he swore. "I admit, I update him every day about your condition, but never once have I told him where you are. I promise."

You sighed deeply.

"I still don't feel like talking to him. I'm mad at him."

"Then let him talk," he suggested with a laugh.

"He'll probably start crying, but he's been drowning with guilt, I see it on his face every day. And if you wish, you can get mad at him too, yell at him, curse him, he deserves it. But just let him hear your voice, he'll be relieved."

"You're so mean, Jimin," you scowled. "Get me the phone."

Park Jimin:

"Darling..."

Jimin's head was already lowered in shame, taking tiny steps towards your chair on the balcony with a bag in his hand.

"I'm sorry I'm late."

"It's alright," you whispered. "It's over, anyway."

"I'm really sorry, sweetheart," he stood before you for a moment before kneeling down and offering you the beige bag.

"It's a present that I bought for you. A while ago."

"What for?"

Jimin sighed. "Our anniversary, of course."

"The one that you forgot?"

"I didn't-" Jimin looked exasperated. "I didn't forget it, Jagi. I just... I don't know. I don't have an excuse."

You sniffled, setting the empty can of beer beside your chair and moving to stand up.

"(Y/n)," he stopped you by your arm. "Don't go, let's talk, please."

"I don't have the strength to talk, Jimin," you murmured gently. "I just want to sleep."

"I'm sorry," he spoke with urgency. "Really. I just got so caught up with work that I-"

"It's okay, Jimin," you dismissed his attempt at explaining. "I already told you, it's okay."

"But it's not," he frowned deeply, pulling your elbow softly until you were facing him. "I can see it in your eyes, it's not okay, you're not okay."

"There's not much I can do about it," you shrugged tiredly. "I'm going to bed."

"Baby," he pleaded with tears in his eyes. "Please."

"Jimin," you sighed. "I'm exhausted, okay? I haven't been sleeping well and today- yesterday," you corrected yourself, "was a busy day. I cooked a lot and did a bunch of stuff but..."

Jimin looked at his feet regretfully.

"I'm sorry it all went to waste," he said softly.

You nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry too."

"You don't need to be sorry for anything," he told you, briefly catching your eye and exhaling shakily when your gaze faltered.

"It's me that should be sorry. I kept you waiting, I missed such an important day. Our day, and I'm so deeply sorry for that."

"Okay, Jimin," you whispered. "I'm going to bed."

"Baby," he sounded like he was on the verge of tears.

"Can I at least... can I hug you? Just once."

You looked down at the way he was gripping the last three fingers of your hand, not wanting to let you go just yet.

"Please," he asked you once more. "I know I'm late, but I want to celebrate us, six years of us. Let me just hold you once, please."

Your head dipped in time to hide the tear that fell from your right eye, a slight shake of your head leaving Jimin in pieces.

"I don't think I want that right now, Jimin."

Kim Taehyung:

The moment your eyes locked with Taehyung's, the smile that was on your face vanished. He walked briskly until he was by your side, tugging at your shirt and pulling you closer to him.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm sorry, Jagiya," he murmured under his breath. "I couldn't come today."

"No shit," you rolled your eyes. "Why are you here now? After everything is done with?"

"I... I just wanted to, uh..."

"Just go back, Taehyung," you shrugged his arm off of you. "You've really disappointed me today. I don't see the point in you being here right now."

"Can I talk to your mom?" he asked urgently. "Let me apologize, please. She invited me over and I couldn't come, I need her to know that."

"Don't you worry," you scoffed at the worry painted across his face. "I told her you had work. She's quite understanding, I wonder why I didn't get that from her."

"Jagiya," he looked sad. "I'm really sorry. I was just so nervous about the whole plan, there were going to be a lot of people and my manager was really reluctant about me co-"

"They're my family," you cut him off. "They respect me, Taehyung. They wouldn't go around clicking pictures or anything that would make you uncomfortable, but you wouldn't know that because you never showed up, so let's chuck this. Go back, and let me be, okay?"

"No," he shook his head. "I'm sorry for being a coward, okay? Let me meet them now, please. Just your parents. I'll apologize. I'll make sure this won't happen again."

"I don't want you to meet them right now," you decided. "I don't want them to see you and me in this state, alright? So just go."

"(Y/n), please, I'm so sorry." He took a hold of your hand.

"I should've spoken to you about everything. That was really wrong of me, and I accept that, please- just... just forgive me this time, please, it won't happen again."

"You sound so ridiculous," you laughed dryly. "Look, Taehyung. I'm not in the mood to deal with you right now. I've been pissed off the whole evening telling everyone that you were caught up with work and I just couldn't take the disappointment on their faces, okay? It was... I don't know, it made me feel horrible. And you being here is not making anything better."

"God, I'm so sorry, ugh," Taehyung groaned, throwing his head back in frustration. "I feel like such a jerk."

"You are," you nodded. "I might regret this later but I'm really upset right now, and you're the last person I want to see. So just... just go back, will you?"

"Can't I stay?" He looked ashamed to even ask such a question. "I'll not disturb you, just let me be here with you, please."

"Goodness, you're being such a pain in my ass."

"I'll make it up to you, I promise you that, Jagiya."

Jeon Jungkook:

"What happened?!"

The loud bang of the door slamming shut almost gave you whiplash from how fast you turned to face Jungkook.

"What?"

"The interview, what happened?"

Jungkook was almost on his knees, huffing and looking into your eyes with concern in his own.

"I totally forgot about it, but what happened? Did you get through?"

You could only stare at him in disbelief.

"Did you?"

"No, Jungkook," you stated simply. "I didn't."

"What the fuck?" His eyes grew wide. "Why?!"

"Why don't you go ask them?" You rolled your eyes, turning back to face your laptop screen. "And shut the door gently while you're at it, will you?"

"Baby, are-" Jungkook coughed, still trying to catch his breath. "Are you upset with me?"

Staring at the screen in front of you, your eye twitched.

"I can't believe you're asking me that."

"You are?" The man had the audacity to seem shocked.

Blinking numbly, you slowly turned to face him with a look of utter disbelief.

"You forgot about my interview - with the company that I've been dreaming of working with for your kind information - you didn't show up, even though you promised you would help me calm my nerves before you'd drive me there, didn't fucking call me once the whole day today and you ask me if I'm upset with you?"

"I forgot... I really did, baby. I suddenly remembered in the middle of practice session today, and I came running instantly."

"Wow, thank you so much for doing me the biggest favor, honestly."

Jungkook frowned, finally noticing how affected you were by the whole situation.

"Babe," he murmured softly, walking to your chair and holding a hand out.

"Don't," you warned him. "Don't even think of touching me right now."

"I'm sorry," he whispered guiltily. "I nearly had a heart attack when I remembered about today. I swear it wasn't intentional, I genuinely forgot about it. Please, forgive me."

"I don't want to, Jungkook," you shook your head lightly. "I got rejected up to my face by the person I look up to, I got stood up by my own boyfriend when I needed him the most, what do you expect me to do? Look past this? Act as if everything's normal?"

"No," his eyebrows were pinched together, a light pout playing over his lips. "No, of course not. I understand. If you need time, then that's okay. I can leave if you wish."

"Well, you-"

"But I can stay back if you need me. In any way," he offered gently. "We don't have to talk if you don't want that. But I can cook you dinner, I can clean up, I know that makes you feel more at peace."

"Jungkook, you-"

"Please, let me do this much for you. It's the least I can do, given the situation. Don't say no."

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Some soft sad for Harry’s birthday 💫  TW: past emotional child abuse and neglect

The first year Harry moved in with Sirius and Remus felt surreal. Harry was focused on enjoying every minute of it because he was constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. For something else to happen that would drag his godfathers back out of his life. 

But it hadn’t happened yet, and so on his birthday  he found himself not at Privet Drive but still at Grimmauld Place with a tall cake slathered in icing being placed in front of him, adorning with glittering candles and magical font that was writing and unwriting Happy Birthday Harry!

And he remembered that first cake from Hagrid. How no matter how squashed it had been it had been absolutely perfect. No amount of spelling errors could replace the fact that it was his. Sure, there were egg shells in the batter and the icing was so sweet you could feel the granules of sugar gritting against your teeth, but it was the first time in a long time that anyone thought he was deserving of something sweet.

For years, Harry had watched birthdays from the other room. Salivated over fancy bakery cakes that he would only get to taste by trying to discreetly lick any crumbs off the plates before putting them in the dishwasher. He watched glittering presents be unwrapped over and over again and every moment was a silent reminder to him ‘you are not worthy of this.’

But then Hogwarts happened, and after years of loneliness he had friends. He had family. It all felt so overwhelming to find somewhere that he finally belonged. To finally have a home and parents who cared for him and loved him. In some ways, Voldemort made it easier. Voldemort was evil and cruel. Voldemort hated him. Voldemort wanted to destroy him. Voldemort believed he wasn’t worthy. Voldemort was familiar. The pain and fear of fighting for his life was comfortable. The joy and comfort of being loved was terrifying because what if one day they woke up and realized the Dursley’s had been right all along?

Harry’s hands shook as he tried to hold them steady in his lap. The wax was pooling off the candles and onto the cake. His godfathers looked at him expectantly. 

“Are you going to blow out the candles love?” Sirius asked. 

And Harry did, in five slow shaky breaths because he didn’t want to disappoint them. 

“Did you make a wish?” Remus asked as he reached for the plates. 

Harry nodded. Please don’t let this end.

Remus started to slice up the cake and passed the full plates around. Once Harry had his in front of him, he just stared at it. Unable to bring himself to eat.

“Something wrong love?” Sirius asked. “Remus wanted to do chocolate but I convinced him that you’d prefer cherry chip. Wrong choice? I can whip up a new one or we could run out to a bakery and get you something else?”

Harry squeezed his eyes shut, fighting against the tears that were threatening to push their way past his eyelids. “You didn’t have to.”

“It’s your birthday love,” Remus said softly. “Everyone deserves cake on their birthday.”

Harry opened and closed his mouth. His head aching from all the thoughts and feelings that were screaming for attention, that were screaming to be believed. “But cake is,” Harry stopped himself. His aunt’s voice ringing in his ears. Cake is for good boys.

“Harry?” Sirius said, pushing up from his chair now to kneel next to his grandson. 

Harry’s breath came out in short rattling breaths, panic swirling around him, and he was hyperaware that he was ruining it. That he was making a mess of what was supposed to be a nice day between the three of them. He forced a trembling hand to scoop up a slice of cake but he was shaking so bad that it fell to the floor before he could get it to his mouth.

“I’m sorry,” Harry said as he fell to his knees to start cleaning the cake up off the floor, using the edge of his shirt to do so. “I’m so sorry. Cake is only for good boys. I shouldn’t have - I don’t get to - I’ll go to my room.”

“Harry,” Sirius said, as he moved to sit in front of him again, now with Remus at his side. “You don’t have to be good to deserve cake or a birthday or presents. You don’t have to be good to deserve anything. Our love doesn’t have to be earned.”

Harry stopped furiously cleaning the hardwood for a moment. “Y-you got me presents?”

“Of course dear, do you want to open them now?”

Harry’s eyes flashed back to the cake on the table and he watched them fill with fear again.

“You don’t have to choose,” Sirius told him. “We can finish cake first and then do presents if you want.”

Remus reached out slowly to rest his hand on Harry’s knee, watching carefully for any flinch or sign of discomfort. “You get both darling. You’ll always get both from now on.”

Harry reached up and wiped the traitorous tears off his face. Good boys weren’t supposed to cry either. Unless you were Dudley, then you could cry all you wanted. 

“Do you want to have your cake now love?” Sirius asked.

Harry nodded and got up to go back to his seat. Sirius and Remus went slowly, trading off taking bites of their own slices so that Harry had all the time he needed. At first, he moved his fork slowly towards the plate before shovelling the bite into his mouth as if he was scared of getting caught. Eventually, he settled down into a calmer rhythm, methodically making his way through the slice of cake. 

“Would you like another slice?” Sirius asked when he finished. 

“No, that was perfect. Thank you,” Harry replied, but Sirius didn’t miss the way his eyes flashed to the cake and made a mental note to try again after presents. 

Harry had a hard time with presents too. He couldn’t seem to stop crying no matter how hard he tried. He seemed in a constant war with himself between wanting to run and hide every gift away before someone could take it and assuring his godfathers that he didn’t need it and they could return it if they wanted to. Sirius and Remus never yelled, never got frustrated, they just simply told him over and over again that they’d bought them for him and the items only had to be returned if Harry wanted to pick out something else. 

When asked what he wanted to do next, Harry managed to sheepishly ask if they could watch one of the new Muggle movies that Remus had gotten for him. Drained and emotionally exhausted, Harry was asleep fifteen minutes into the film. Sirius simply turned the volume down and pulled another blanket over him. 

“I’m going to kill them,” he said quietly to Remus. 

“Remember how many times I said that about your parents love?”

Sirius deflated. 

“I know you want them to hurt as badly as Harry is hurting. I do too, but that anger gets us nowhere. It is right and valid and justified and we’re allowed to feel it, but Harry doesn’t need it. Maybe one day, he’ll transition to being pissed off and mad about the childhood that was stolen from him and he’ll need our anger to stand alongside his, but what he needs right now is your gentleness, Sirius. He needs our kindness and softness because he’s never had that before. He needs to believe he is worthy of good things.”

“I just want to make his hurt go away.”

“Did yours love?”

Sirius paused, feeling that familiar ache flare up inside of his chest. That dark space that still held onto his parents words and beliefs of him no matter how much light he poured into it. It was a stubborn knot of scar tissue that healed in the best way it could. “No,” Sirius said softly.

“But we can make it hurt less. We can try to make it so it isn’t the first thing that he thinks of at the beginning of the day and before he goes to bed and whenever someone tries to do something nice for him. We can try and have our voices in his head be louder than theirs.”

Sirius thought back to his teenage years, in particular to the time right after he’d run away from home. He thought about how hard he’d tried to prove himself to the Potters so they wouldn’t hate him, how often he’d flinched at the sound of broken plates and cups and started apologizing even if he wasn’t the one who dropped it, how often James, or Euphemia, or Fleamont, or Remus had to hold him and assure him that what happened to him wasn’t his fault. That they weren’t going to hurt him the way his parents had. How their voices still lived on in his head even now that so many of them had passed. 

“I don’t think I ever said thank you Moons,” Sirius noted as he brushed a lock of hair out of Harry’s face and plucked his glasses off so he wouldn’t break them.

“You don’t have to love. I wasn’t doing anything extraordinary. None of us were. We were just being decent human beings.”

Sirius nodded, watching his godson and remembering what it felt like to be just like him. “It felt extraordinary to me.”

Love after so many years without it feels like fields of flowers finally opening in your chest and there are so many, and they are so unfamiliar, that you think you’re going to suffocate. Then someone shows you how to hold them and you learn for the first time that the whole world can be bouquet.

When it become evident that Harry wasn’t getting up anytime soon, Sirius picked him up in his arms to get him settled somewhere more comfortable. Remus trailing behind him as they moved up the stairs. Sirius laid him in bed and tucked him in gently. He turned to see Remus setting all of Harry’s gifts next to his nightstand so he would be sure in the morning that no one had taken them. 

“Happy birthday Harry,” Sirius whispered. “We’re not going anywhere."

[kpop-kitkat]

can I request an angsty pirate captain hongjoong x s/o imagine please <3 i really loved your previous one ^^

A Siren’s Song | Kim Hongjoong

pairing | fiancé!kim hongjoong x f!reader

genre/cw | angst, slight fluff, pirate au, major death, blood, fatal wound, horror themes, sad, crying

wc | 1.1k

notes | it’s depressing and I apologize. thanks for the request! enjoy! :D

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧  

"I swear if I see one more empty cup in the sleeping quarters, I'm sleeping in the crow's nest!" Y/n complained.

 "Maybe if you were nice to us we'd keep it clean," Wooyoung pouted. 

 "We all sleep in there. It's not just me it's affecting," she shot back.

 "Hey, what are you complaining about? Is he bothering you love?" Hongjoong pouted, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

 "He's being lazy and leaving the room messy," she explained.

 "Wooyoung, be mindful of the crew. Pick up after yourself," he instructed.

 "Hongjoong, you listen to everything she says!" Wooyoung complained.

 "Well she's smart. Are you trying to say you shouldn't obey your captain's orders?" He crossed his arms.

 "Sorry captain," he bowed his head.

 "That's more like it," he smiled, before turning to his fiancé. "Would you help me with writing the new map for that abandoned island? I need your artistry," he explained.

 "Of course Joong," she smiled before following him into his room. 

On the way, a strange sound caught Y/n's ears. She looked out into the waters, searching for something she didn't know. "Did... did you hear that?" She stopped, looking out into the blue ocean. 

 "Hear what love?" He turned around, confusion on his face.

 She kept looking, not seeing anything suspicious, so she shrugged. "Nothing."

 "Alright," Hongjoong replied, still skeptical. "This map won't draw itself."

 ~~~~~

Y/n sighed as the morning ocean breeze greeted her. She had always been the first to wake, and it was nice to have peace and quiet for once. No noisy boys. No responsibilities. No nothing. Except for that chilling sound she had heard for the past three days. And the strangest thing was, nobody could hear it expect for her. Was she going insane? Or were they all going deaf?

This time, she thought she had seen some movement in the dark waters below as the sun rose. Now she was known for hallucinating, yes. But she could bet her life that it wasn't some sort of mirage. It was a creature. She walked over to the railing and leaned on it, arms crossed. Listening, she heard that sound again. But this time, clearer and even more terrifying. Almost as if, it was a distorted voice singing a sad song. Telling of a sorry tale. And if Y/n tired to make out the lyrics, it would sound something like this.

 "She loved the man who sailed the seas, the one who stole her heart was he. But a piercing arrow in the night, took him away, into the light," the voice sang.

Y/n frowned at the words. It sounded so sad. What had happened to this poor creature?

~~~~~

The beautiful siren watched as Hongjoong and his lover danced up on the ship's deck as the sun set. She only wished Y/n knew what she was trying to say. It wasn't some sad nursery rhyme or a reflection on the siren's life, but a warning to Y/n. It was her fate.

”I love you,” Hongjoong whispered into Y/n’s ear as they danced slowly. “And I’ll never let you go.”

~~~~~

It was a sleepless night for Y/n as she looked up at the stars. Something just wouldn’t let her sleep. Specifically, the creature. Which she now knew was undoubtedly a siren.

”Why do you sing this song,” Y/n thought aloud, knowing she wouldn’t get an answer. “You are a strange creature.”

The siren in question surfaced the water, and looked at Y/n with her piercing green eyes. Although frightening, they had a strange beauty in them. And this siren didn’t seem to be evil like the stories described them as so. “You're beautiful,” Y/n complimented. The siren seemed happy after hearing it. But soon after, something scared the siren, so she dove back under. “No, I didn’t mean to scare you!” She pouted, watching the siren swim away. 

Her attention was immediately removed from the siren when she caught a glimpse of another ship in the distance. “Who are they?” She squinted.

”Love?” Hongjoong yawned, coming up the stairs as he rubbed his eyes. “What are you doing up so late?”

”Joong look,” she pointed to the ship, its flag coming into sight.

”Oh no,” Hongjoong’s heart stopped when he saw the flag. 

”What?” Y/n turned around and tilted her head.

”Y/n get away from there!” He shouted.

She removed her hands from the railing, frightened. “Who are they?”

It all seemed a blur when Hongjoong rushed in front of her, making himself a human shield for Y/n. She could hardly blink before a black arrow pierced his heart. A pained gasp escaped his lips as he stumbled backwards into Y/n.

“Hongjoong!” She caught him as his legs gave out beneath him. She carefully laid him down and stared in shock at the arrow, which had already caused blood to spill out at fast rate. “Joong,” she whispered, blinking her tears away.

”Y/n,” he held her hand, making eye contact. “Sail straight to Jeju, and don’t stop,” he groaned, wincing as the arrow stung his heart. He felt himself slipping away by the second.

“Hongjoong no,” she cried, accidentally covering her hands in his deep red blood. “You can’t leave.”

”Y/n,” he whispered. “I love you. You were my one and only. But now you have to let go.”

”I don’t want to let go,” she whispered, her head leaning on his chest as she sobbed her heart out. “I love you too much.”

She looked up at him with her tear filled eyes, still finding life in his. Life that was slowly fading. She kissed him, knowing it was her last. With the last of his strength, he kissed back, lifting his head up.

She knew that life had left him when he fell limp in her arms, head falling backwards and to the side. He was cold. Lifeless. Emotionless. Gone.

”I love you,” she whispered as she held his limp body close to hers.

”Wooyoung! San! Get us out of here!” Seonghwa yelled. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Y/n holding Hongjoong. “Is he-“

She nodded, trying to smile the tears away. Her heart had never hurt so much.

Hongjoong was the only love she ever knew. The day he proposed to her in their hometown on Jeju Island was the best day of her entire life. He cared for her like no one ever had. Showed her so much love, that she forgot what hate was. She felt like the only girl in the world around him, with the way he treated her. He was the one person she couldn’t live without.

And now, he was gone.

[specialagentlokitty]

Elijah x reader - only you

You beg for asks for characters I'm not super familiar with, but I can give some general prompts I'd like to see for them! Any of the three u asked for with the prompts "I wish you'd ask me to stay.""If you leave now, you're not coming back." And "I'll always come back to you." In that order, I'm feeling angsty with happy endings. Do with this what you will, in your own time (this ask is also a Go Feral At Will And Write Whatever You Want pass). Take care!!! - Anon💜

You didn’t want him to go, you didn’t want him to leave. He was familiar, and he was kind and understanding.

You wanted Elijah to stay, even if no one else wanted him there, you did.

But you couldn’t say anything to him, standing on your porch, you stared at him, watching as he sent a message to someone before he stuffed his phone back in his pocket.

“Thank you for being hosting me (Y/N).” He smiled.

“Yeah… you’re welcome…” you whispered.

Looking away, you knew what was going to happen. They were going to stake him, and you couldn’t do anything to stop it from happening.

Elijah sighed, placing his hand under your chin, he lifted your head so he was looking at you.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked.

“Nothing… just school stuff…” you mumbled.

“Now, don’t lie. What is it?” He asked.

You smiled weakly and shook your head at him.

Bringing your hand up, you lightly wrapped it around his wrist.

“It’s nothing Elijah, really. I know I didn’t have much choice in housing you, but it was nice to have you here, really.”

“It was nice.” He agreed.

You lowered Elijah’s arm, and let your hand fall back to your side as you avoided his gaze.

“I wish you’d ask me to stay.” He whispered.

Snapping your eyes towards him, you stared at him in shock. He was smiling softly at you.

“What?”

“I wish you’d ask me to stay, perhaps it would make things different. Perhaps I would stay if you so wished.” He smiled.

Taking a shaky breath, you shook your head softly as you looked away.

You’d grown fond of the vampire though you wouldn’t admit it. Yes, he was after Elena and wanted to use her to kill his brother.

Yes, sometimes he hurt people.

But never had Elijah laid a single hand on you, never had he hurt.

Yes, you housed him. Because you had no other choice, it was part of his agreement with Elena to keep her compliant with him.

But he helped when you needed it, and he looked after you when you weren’t feeling too well, and he protected you from any vampire that tried working their way in.

He was different around you then he was with the others.

Maybe it was him keeping you warmed up to him so he could use you, maybe it was because it was who he really was, maybe it was because he actually cared for you.

But you had no idea.

“I must leave now. But again, thank you.”

You watched him walk down the path.

“Elijah!” You called.

“Hm?”

He turned around to face you.

“If you leave now, you’re not coming back…” you mumbled.

You knew he could hear you.

You just hoped he understood.

He chuckled, walking over, he took his blazer off and wrapped it around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

With that, he was gone.

Walking inside, you closed and locked the door behind you, skimping against it as you pulled his blazer tighter around you and buried your head in your knees.

Eventually you managed to get up, and you went straight upstairs to your room.

Elijah never slept, so he would sit downstairs and read all night, he’d only come upstairs if you couldn’t sleep.

Sometimes you’d try teaching him how to play games, but he just couldn’t quite figure them out.

Crawling into bed, you stared at the pillow opposite you and held his blazer.

Damn it.

You shouldn’t have gotten attached the the evil original who wanted to kill your friend.

But he understood you.

Maybe that’s why it was so hard for you to accept the fact that they were going to stake him.

At the end of the day, between Elena, the girl who’s family practically raised you when yours left, the girl who was like a sister to you, and Elijah, the vampire you just met, you were going to choose her.

And you always would choose her, because she was family.

Even if she wouldn’t choose you over Stefan, you’d choose her.

“I’m really sorry Elijah…”

You laid like that for hours until you finally fell asleep.

For the next few days you kept quiet, and everyone understood why. You genuinely cared for the original, and they took him away from you.

Sitting on the grass outside the school, you were reading one of the books he left behind.

“(Y/N)?”

Looking up, you smiled at Stefan as he sat down.

“I’m really sorry for what we did, but we didn’t have a choice.”

“I know… I don’t blame you for it.. it just… reminds me of the past I guess… but you didn’t have a choice, we’ve got to keep Elena safe.”

“Thank you for understanding.” He smiled.

“Anytime.” You smiled back.

Stefan sat with you for the rest of lunch, but you decided you didn’t want to go to history or English, so you went home instead.

Heading to your bedroom, you kicked your shoes off and grabbed the blazer from the back of the chair as you climbed into bed.

Holding it tightly, you closed your eyes as you sighed.

“You know, I believe I may be better comfort then that.”

You shot up, blazer falling from your grasp as you stared at your doorway.

Elijah stood there, looking dishevelled, blood on his shirt but a smile on his face.

Holding his arms out, you scurried to get off the bed and ran at him, jumping into his arms.

Elijah chuckled softly, holding you gently as he walked over to the bed and laid down, you still clinging to his chest.

Smiling down at you, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head and closed his eyes, resting his chin there as he sighed.

“H..how…?” You weakly asked.

“I’ll always come back to you…” he whispered back.

When he was staked, you were the only thing that went through his head. What would happen to you, who would protect you and keep you safe.

He could only think about you, and how much he didn’t want anything to happen to you.

How much he actually cared for you.

Now, holding you in his arms. Elijah was going to be dammed if anything happened to you while he was around

[writingforatwistedworld]

Dear Riddle,

Do you really know all of the Queen’s Rules by heart? I doubt it, no one can memorize that many rules! Want to prove it to me over a cup of tea? We can make it a date~

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, religion, obsessive themes, unhealthy relationship, him putting himself in a very low position

Riddle Rosehearts-The honor of a witness

Waiting in front of Riddles classroom you waited patiently for him to come out. This morning he was running late to class (which was already unusual in itself) and told you whilst passing you that he needed to give something to you. Knowing that his last class would end soon (due to asking Cater) you stood there, wanting to know what the redhead wanted to give you. Finally your friend left the room coming straight to you. Handing you a letter he volunteered out that he had things to do and left. You doubted that after reading the content of the letter though...

Dear Prefect of Ramshackle,

reading through your letter made me sad and happy at the same time. If we talk about why I was happy we can start with the subject of you inviting me to an outing. There is nothing more I would wish to do with you. Since we value our unbirthday parties I have everything we would need for that here in Heartslabyul or maybe you wish to go outside of school grounds? If that would be the case I know the perfect place to go. Hidden in a valley is a nice little cafe I found recently. They sell excellent drinks and snacks. Such a shame that they are out of the publics eye but I guess that the greatest minds aren't always in plain sight. Wouldn't you know something about that? After all, the Queen of Hearts was more or less an envoy of your wishes which made you into a hidden ruler. Hidden from the publics eye yet also blooming in the shadows just like her majesty's favorite red roses. But I am losing sight of our topic so let's not dwell on that.

Like I said, I was also sad about your letter. How would I dare not to know every single one of the 810 rules? They are your words! The law of the universe! My mother taught me a lot of things. Many of them are, as I look back on my childhood, not even important in my life. There is one thing she didn't teach me though and those are your laws. I picked up tb book myself and read them over and over again, not daring to misunderstand or remember one in a wrong way. You can be cruelty incarnate my dear, hidden monarch. But I shan't cry about your words. This is merely proof of me not being dedicated enough and not having proven myself until now. I shall change that as soon as possible.

Sometimes I think my signature spell was given to me for a reason. It is one that holds the person it is cast on as a prisoner, rendering every single bit of their magic useless. I believe that I got it to be of better service to you. If someone dares to break your rules I shall put a collar on them just like a pet that isn't trained. If you would allow me, I would gladly become the one enforcing your rules. There shall be an era in four name and if it means that I have to take on the role of the big, bad evil to make that come true then I shall do it with a smile on my face. Glory to your reign! Glory to the uncrowned monarch!

My loyalty is yours. Use me to your whims will. I might be the queen of Heartslabyul but in truth I am nothing more than a servant for your glory. I am counting myself blessed for being able to experience your rising. So many eons people have been looking up to you, some even considering you as a God, and my generation is able to watch your rising. Every time I imagine that I could have missed this if I had been born too late or too early I shudder in fear. I wish for nothing more than being witness of you. Please allow me such a honor.

Respectfully yours,

Riddle Rosehearts

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt. 29)

(Sneak Peak)(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Jimin has three secrets, the first is that he’s a psychopath and the second is... 

Tags: unreliable narrators, controversial characterization, psychopath Jimin, obsessive behaviors, yandere! jimin, morally questionable characters, guns, violence, gore, blood, murder, a brief drug reference or two, crime, first time smoking, referenced past depression, medication for said depression, morally grey characters, Epilepsy, flashback chapter, 4th wall breaks, vminkook focused, 

W/c: 10.5k

A/n: Several people guessed Jimin’s second secret in my ask box! but no one has guessed the third yet! i hope you enjoy it, i’m posting this immediately after getting my wisdom teeth removed~ so wish me luck! 

Previous Chapter - Masterlist

Chapter 29: Jimin’s Second Secret 

Jimin didn’t think much of it the first time he beat up a client's ex-packmate because he’d slept with another omega. Free of guilt because he'd seen the alpha harassing other omegas multiple times. Was it really so bad to give the man what was coming to him? Was it really against the law to take from people who had so much?

It was easy to take on a little more work, intimidation, a little bit of thievery here and there. The small things, and it only escalated from there.  

Jimin gained a reputation in no time, a pretty face and an even prettier pair of hands that you’d just love to see around someone’s throat. Not murder- not quite yet but the world of the elite will always go soft and fond for a pretty alpha and throw scraps his way.  

“Jimin, i have a favor to ask of you. Of course, i can trust you to be discrete, your recommendation said that you’d be...amenable to requests of certain standards as long as you’re properly compensated.”

“I seem to have lost my limited edition berkin at the my ex’s house, could you fetch it for me Mr. Park?”

“It’s rather unfortunate that an alpha like that gets such a nice car, can you make it disappear for me Jimin?” 

“He looked at my omega a little too long, I want you to hurt his pretty face.”

“Of course Mr. Delabruyere,” Jimin flashes a sympathetic smile, “whatever your heart wishes Mrs. Schiffe,” a deep bow and his hand over his heart, “right away Xiansheng.”

At first- when he and Tae were just barely scraping by crime was a necessary evil.  Jimin used every extra penny to help pay Tae’s college tuition. after the first time he’d gone to visit his soulmate after the second semester semester started all but cemented his decision to partake in a life of crime. He’d never seen bruises like that under Tae’s eyes before, never felt such shame when he learned that tae had to take on 3 jobs just to pay what his scholarship didn't cover.

Jimin caught him waking up early one morning, dabbing a bit of concealer under his before he started to work on one of his assignments. Had searched and found the tiny hidden in an empty bottle of shampoo. makeup to hide his tiredness, to make Jimin less concerned about his wellbeing 

(at least, thats what Jimin thought- you and i know better)

Jimin hadn't been able to say anything to him about it, the apology for not being a better alpha lodged in his throat like a too big bite of happiness. Jimin has been so obsessed with the idea of moving to Tae and curing his loneliness that he hasn’t really been worrying about easing Tae’s other discomforts. He’d apologized in the best way he knew how, by fucking the other alpha quietly to sleep, not stopping until Tae was so fucked out he slept for hours without even stirring. the insomnia warn out of him by a few blessed orgasms. 

Growing up poor won’t ever quite leave them, the frantic nature to their love or their wanting. Jimin wants it all for Tae, every single minuscule bit of happiness, Jimin daydreams of a world where Tae gets everything he wants, gets it and knows nothing of hard work. 

But Tae’s lack of sleep also took away points and points off of his exams, so many little notes of “come and see me” “your ideas are a little too fanciful, focus them a little more and you might be able to get an A” countless other little harsh notes that weren’t meant to hurt Tae- but undoubtedly had. 

After Jimin had seen how close Tae was to losing the little scholarship money he got, paying for Tae's college became the sole focus of Jimin's life. Tae loved learning, genuinely never missed a single lecture, and tore through the assigned reading material to ask his professors for more words to consume. Tae has always been a flagrant erudite- Jimin can't see his dreams crushed, wouldn't be able to bear it.

Taehyung just believed he’d been selected as the recipient of a very generous scholarship after his first year. 60,000 dollars a semester for tuition, 2,000 for books, and 5,000 for other living expenses which was more than enough to live on. 

Or in Jimin’s language, about three or four favors for his clients and maybe a stolen car here and there every 6 months. Jimin wasn’t picky about what crime he committed as long as it was going to help pay to keep Taehyung happy.

Jimin will do anything for the people he loves, and that’s part of the problem.

The first time he’d killed someone it hadn’t been on purpose.

Coming Saturday April 16th @ 5pm EST (Time zone Adjustments below) 

[second-star-to-motunui]

Potatoes Are Awesome 🥔✨

Feat. Epel Felmier

Epel doesn’t like the way Vil treats his partner. Luckily for him, Yuu is about to end this man’s whole career.

They/them pronouns for reader. MC is referred to as Yuu.

Likes and reblogs are heavily appreciated

Epel already feels dread when he sees Vil approaching the table. One lunch. He just wants to have one good, uninterrupted lunch with Yuu. Vil never has anything nice to say about them just because they don’t worry about their physical appearance like the blond bastard does. It isn’t fair. Epel thinks his Yuu is beautiful just the way they are… He braces for impact when Vil is standing before them, arms folded.

“Epel, you were due back at the dorm thirty minutes ago for touch-ups! You were just in gym class were you not? Look at the state you’re in, students of Pomefiore must not dirty their appearance!”

That was true… Epel’s hair did get a little messier during flight practice. Plus he wiped most of his make-up off when he was sweating.

“What do you mean? He looks handsome as always!” Yuu said. Epel blushed softly.

Vil scoffed, a mean smirk on his face. “Of course a little potato like you can’t understand proper beauty.”

“Oh… thank you!”

Another scoff, this one followed by a small laugh. “I wasn’t exactly complimenting you, dear.”

“Well, why shouldn’t I take it as a compliment? Potatoes are awesome! They’re easy to cook with and they’re essential to like half the tastiest foods ever made! French fries, chips, mashed potatoes, baked potatoes, hash browns, oooh and gotcha pork roast!”

“Wh… what is a gotcha pork roast—?”

“Not to mention the fiber!” Yuu cut Vil off. “Potatoes are great for weight loss because they fill you up easily. And of course they can prevent heart disease and they’re full of antioxidants and vitamins! Yeah, potatoes are like the best thing ever. But you know my absolute favorite thing about them?”

Epel was curious to where this was going. Especially considering the fact Yuu had been loading the mashed potatoes from their plate onto their spoon. Vil, still caught off guard by the conversation and getting impatient, shook his head and sighed, folding his arms.

“What would that be, spudling?”

An evil grin creeped on Yuu’s face.

“No matter what form potatoes are in… they’re great for getting rid of your ENEMIES!”

And just like that, Yuu held up their spoon, pulled it back like a catapult and sent a huge blob of mashed potatoes right into Vil’s face. Epel had to force both his hands over his mouth when his housewarden screeched out loud, frantically shaking his head. Naturally this caught the attention of almost the entire cafeteria so, before things could escalate, Epel grabbed Yuu’s hand and pulled them to run out of the cafeteria.

“You HEATHEN! There’s potatoes in my hair!! Where did they go?! I’m going to kill them!” Vil could be heard screaming.

Epel and Yuu didn’t stop running until they were in the safety of the woods outside the school. It was there they both collapse under a tree in laughter, still holding hands.

“I can’t believe you did that!” Epel exclaimed through laughs. “He was madder than a wet hen! I swear he would’a killed the both of us had we stayed longer!”

“Oh come on, I’ve been dying to do that since day one!”

“Wait, is that why you’ve been eating potatoes all week?”

“He’s just lucky it was mashed potatoes today. I totally would’ve thrown a straight up raw potato at his head.”

“Oh, bless your heart!” Epel laughed again, leaning over to deliver a quick kiss to Yuu’s forehead. He lingered for a second, smiling at his partner’s happy face before shyly kissing their lips. Yuu kissed back, giggling at the blush on Epel’s face when he pulled away.

“You sure are somethin’, doll.”

“I like your accent, Eppy.” They smiled.

“I know… I wish Vil was the same. That guy is such a pompous bastard.”

Yuu moved so they were laying their head in Epel’s lap. “Eh, fuck him. If he bullies you again, I’m gonna bury him in potatoes! And then we’ll make some fries!”

Epel laughed again, rubbing a hand through Yuu’s hair and smiling fondly at them. They had a few leaves in their hair. They were beautiful.

“That sounds awesome, sugar.”

[from-a-reckless-writer]

here's me jumping into the bandwagon :D

(read on ao3)

It's just after sunset when Kara finally gives in. She veers off from her patrol down to a route she knows by heart.

The moment she lands, the first thing she notices is how the sliding doors are a fraction open. It’s a small thing, nothing to even be thrilled about, yet still, her drumming heart cannot be helped.

"Knock, knock," she says, stepping inside.

Her heart turning anxious when she takes in the sight in front of her. The room is a mess; books on the floor, drawers open, Lena’s frazzled appearance. She's standing over a suitcase thrown open in the middle of the bed, a mountain of clothes on top of it.

She was told that Lena was going on a trip, that it would probably take three weeks tops.

Packing for a trip doesn’t look like this, this looks a lot like... leaving.

Going on a trip, Kara remembers that’s what her family told her too.

You and Kal are going on a trip but you don’t have to worry, we’ll be with you the rest of the way, they told her.

A trip implies there would be a home to come back to. And Kara believed it. She believed it for a total of ten seconds before her planet exploded and a shard of her home knocked her off-course.

"Need some help?" Her voice doesn’t tremble. Kara considers that a miracle, really.

"I didn't know Supergirl helped poor hapless women pack suitcases,” Lena retorts, walking over to her and kissing her cheek in greeting. It doesn't go unnoticed by Kara how clingy Lena's been since she's been back.

"Well, I wouldn’t exactly consider you poor and hapless," Kara counters.

"I may have had a slight,” Lena pinches her thumb and forefinger together, “panic over which and what to pack earlier.”

Yeah, Kara can definitely see that.

"Good thing I’m here then?”

"It's always good whenever you're around,” Lena says in such a casual way and it’s like the past year didn’t happen. As if it has always been this good. And...is this even allowed? This much affection from Lena? All the sweet words, the gentle touches, and the constant close proximity? It shouldn’t be allowed, not if it will be taken from her almost immediately after.

Unfair, is what it is.

******

“Okay, so why don’t we just move this out here yeah?” Kara voices, leaning over and hugging the lump of clothes to her chest, dumps it out from the suitcase and onto Lena’s pillows.

Lena’s fabric conditioner filling Kara’s senses entirely. For a brief moment, she considers stealing one of Lena’s shirts then and there. Something to tide her through once Lena leaves.

“Great. You’re on folding duty then,” Lena declares, “I’ll just go sort my babies, quickly. I’ll be right back.”

(Her 'babies' being the thick books lining every inch of this place.)

Lena disappears through the door. The domesticity of it all pulling at Kara’s chest.

In another world, where life ran a little differently, Kara would be packing their suitcases for a trip to Argo, or maybe one of the planets she’s always wanted Lena to see, or maybe it’d be nothing that grand. Maybe, just a trip back to Midvale. Lena would read to her on the whole drive there, her hair whipping from the winds down coastal roads.

Maybe not even a trip. Maybe in this other world, she’s assigned on folding duty, while Lena tinkers around their house. Maybe, even a dog or a cat. Maybe, something small at first, just an aquarium of fishes.

She doesn’t notice how deep into the fantasy she’s gotten till Lena speaks up from the door.

"My, my, CatCo would pay a million dollars to see this."

"Uh-"

"Supergirl found in bed, folding Lena Luthor's undies."

Kara looks down at her hand. She’s holding a lacy purple panty, she spots the matching bra laying a few inches away. She drops it lightning quick, feels her face flush.

"Oh, Rao. Lena, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to- I wasn't- It was just there and I-"

"Relax, Kara. I was just teasing,” Lena reassures her, she’s got three books tucked in her arms, she lays them down on the bed, before picking up the underwear Kara’s dropped and folding it neatly.

The contrast of the dark fabric against Lena’s pale fingers makes Kara flush an even brighter red.

Kara tries hard to exclude Lena's lacy panties in her fantasy.

She fails.

******

They give up on packing entirely two hours later. An all out pillow fight breaks out somewhere between Kara fishing out her favorite hoodie from the pile--discovering t'was not in fact missing like she thought it was--and Lena denying that she stole it.

They’ve fallen right on top of Lena’s clothes. Laying opposite each other, Lena lying upside down, her feet propped up on the pillows, toes touching the headboard, whilst Kara’s legs dangle at the end of the bed. Their heads close together.

From this angle, she can see the defined slope of Lena’s nose; stares at the way her lashes curl every time she blinks.

“So, what do you think you’ll find there?” Kara breathes out into the silence.

“I don’t really know,” Lena whispers.

“Let me rephrase then; what do you want to find?”

“I- I don’t know either.”

She tries to crane her neck to take a better look at Lena. Her eyes are closed, and it takes every ounce of self-control for Kara not to lean over and just press a kiss to Lena’s lips. It would be so, so easy. She settles for shifting just a bit closer instead, their temples touching.

It’s good enough.

“That’s okay," Kara murmurs, "not knowing is part of the adventure, right?”

She tries not to think about how she isn’t really part of this adventure. It isn’t about her, really. Kara’s decided the next three days will be about Lena. Kara will have time for breaking down once Lena leaves. The three days pales in comparison to how much Lena’s sacrificed in getting her back.

“I guess so.” she hears Lena say.

On the ceiling, Kara sees two shadows dancing with each other, tries not to look too deep into it.

And then,

“I had Jess trace down a couple of documents for me,”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. There’s an orphanage that could help me, she thinks.”

Kara’s ears perk up at that, she imagines Lena as a small child crying for her mom and then being whisked away from everything she ever knew. Kara wishes she could hold that little girl’s hand. Why did nobody hold Lena’s hand through it all? Kara wonders if somebody did, would Lena even have met her? Would she have needed somebody like Kara in her life? She likes to believe that Lena would still have met her. A reality without Lena was too painful, Kara knows all too well.

“Is that where you’re going to visit first?”

“Yeah.”

A brief silence engulfs them.

“Hey, Kara,” Lena calls out. “Do you think-”

There’s a deep exhale and a sigh.

“Do I think what?”

“Do you think my mom would want me to find her again? Do you think she’s proud of me?”

The question was so full of uncertainty and insecurity and there's nothing that Kara wants more than to just wrap around Lena and tell her how goddamn amazing she is.

“Oh, Lena," Kara whispers, "your mom would be so happy if you found her. I’d even say she’s been waiting for you. And of course, she’s proud of you!” Kara sits up at this, can’t contain all her awe for Lena.

“You’re amazing! Have you met you? Your mom would be so proud of you. I just know it, Lena.”

Lena opens her eyes, smiles shyly at her, reaches up to cup Kara’s cheek. Even though the angle is awkward, Kara feels her entire being light up at the touch.

“Thank you. You always know just what to say.”

Kara's right hand comes up to keep Lena’s hand steady, before tilting slowly to press a kiss to her palm.

She registers the up-tick in her heartbeat before letting go and laying back down again.

Kara’s beginning to understand, now. Lena doesn’t want to wonder anymore, maybe if she knew where she came from, who she could’ve been, and what kind of life she could’ve led, existing wouldn’t be as hard as it is now. Maybe Lena wanted to know that a Luthor isn’t all that she is. Even though Kara has repeated again and again that she is so much more. Lena needs to figure that out for herself, Kara guesses.

Maybe, Lena finally needs a name other than what has been ingrained in her. Maybe Lena needs to name the parts of herself she never had before.

“Maybe you came from a family of thieves,” Kara murmurs, closing her eyes too.

“Kara.” she feels Lena shift, she opens one eye to see Lena propped on her elbows leaning over her. “Are you saying you think being a hoodie thief is genetic?”

“You never know, Lena you never know,” Kara manages to say, her brain a loop of, Lena’s eyes are so pretty, so pretty, so pretty, her hair smells so nice, please kiss me, please kiss-

Kara closes her eyes again to make the chanting stop.

“You do know I'm a scientist, right?”

“Mm. Doesn’t make you any less of a hoodie thief.”

That earns her a pillow on the face.

“Personally, I think you’re some lost princess though," Kara divulges.

Lena lets out a loud incredulous laugh at that.

“What?" Lena blurts out, "You think I’m a princess?”

There’s a cheesy pick-up line there somewhere that Kara chooses to ignore.

“Well, you have the whole Snow White look down to a T, after all. Pale skin, dark hair. The whole ensemble really.”

"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this," Lena groans, “but, I think you might be right. God, I even have the whole evil stepmother-stepbrother dynamic down. Does that make you one of my dwarfs?”

“Dwarf? Really? Lena, really?”

She’s glad to learn that Lena had picked up a thing or two from their Disney marathons. That doesn’t mean Kara appreciates being called a dwarf though. She sits up and leans back on her elbows too; their faces inches from each other now. Lena’s eyes gleaming with mischief.

“You turn into Grumpy when someone eats your ice cream.”

Kara gasps, clutches her heart as if wounded and falls down dramatically. Lena just laughs at her, lies down again before asking, “Think I’ll find Prince Charming there, then?”

“You don’t need Prince Charming.”

I’m right here.

“True,” Lena agrees. Lena doesn’t need anybody, although would it really hurt if she says that she needed Kara the way Kara needs her?

“Ireland seems like the best place to run off into the sunset though," Lena wonders aloud.

“Is that what you wanna do?” Kara asks, “Just run off into the sunset?”

Because, because, if it is, I can do something even better. I can fly you off into the sunset. All you have to do is ask. Her heart is galloping in her chest and she’s grateful that out of the two of them, she’s the only one with super hearing.

“No, I don’t think so,” Lena answers and Kara lets out a none too subtle breath of relief.

“You don’t have to search for a home, you know,” Kara whispers. She just- She just needs Lena to know this, okay?

“I know,” Lena answers. “I still need to do this though.”

Once Lena Luthor makes up her mind there’s no changing it, it’s something Kara’s come to know through the years.

“You’ll come back soon though?”

“Maybe. Honestly, Kara? I don’t really know about ‘soon’. How close is ‘soon’ anyway? Would there even be a good reason for me to come back?”

How Kara held her all screams in the moment Lena said that, she doesn’t know.

******

There are balloons and cake and confetti but it doesn’t feel anything remotely close to a party.

It feels more something along the lines of, train wreck and heartbreak and building on fire. In short, disaster.

She vaguely registers Kelly asking her to hover and hang the banner. Why would she want to hang a banner screaming “We”ll Miss You!” in glittering blue? Kara grabs the ends of it and hangs it up anyway.

We’ll Miss You doesn't even begin to cover Kara’s feelings about Lena’s departure and oncoming absence.

But then again, this isn’t about her.

The door buzzes before Kara can spiral down her blackhole again.

Andrea comes in through the door with a bottle of champagne, which she hands off to Kara along with her coat. Kara fumbles after Andrea.

This isn’t CatCo! I’m not your employee! And champagne? Really? What is there to celebrate?

Lena arrives shortly after and streamers are let out. They make in-jokes and everyone’s laughing and Alex keeps telling Lena to bring home ‘some of the good stuff’ and Brainy keeps asking if he’s allowed to tinker with Lena’s projects while she's away, and Nia’s handing Lena an old film camera, “Document everything for me? Alright?" and Kara’s trying, she really, really is.

Even though she can’t understand how all of them are happy and smiling at the thought of Lena leaving them.

She doesn’t even notice what she’s doing till she’s bracing herself for take-off out in Lena’s balcony, when a hand lands on her wrist.

“Hey.” Lena anchors her back to the ground. It’s a mistake to turn and meet Lena’s eyes.

“Stay? Please?” Lena asks.

Unfair, Kara thinks again. It’s unfair that she gets to ask that.

******

Kara stays.

She stays till the lights are off, the blankets drawn and Lena’s snoring in her arms.

She’s eyeing the suitcase at the corner of the room.

I forgive you, she thinks, I forgive you for taking my heart in the suitcase you packed.

She didn’t even know it was trapped inside till Lena’s zipping everything up and Kara couldn’t breathe.

“Please, please, don’t go,” she pleads into the dark. .

Lena shifts, mumbles incoherently and burrows deeper into Kara.

******

The runway is shimmering after the early morning drizzle, and Lena Luthor looks like someone from a magazine, standing there in her velvet coat and aviators. There’s only the two of them, and there’s a smug pride in Kara about the fact that Lena didn’t want anybody here but her.

She’s leaving today. In a few hours, they’ll be on different continents. Kara wouldn’t be able to trace her heartbeat anymore. Lena made her promise not to chase the plane. She’s still pretty bummed about that.

“You know I’m gonna call you everyday, right?” Kara mutters in her ear, arms wrapped tight around Lena.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from Kara Danvers.” Lena squeezes back, before pulling away.

“G-good.”

“Well, this is my ride,” Lena tells her, gestures to the jet behind her. “This is goodbye then.”

“For now.” Kara insists.

“For now.” Lena confirms, “Goodbye, for now.”

She turns to go but Kara can’t-

“Lena, wait.”

She tugs on Lena’s hand and she comes back to her willingly. Before Kara loses the nerve, she presses into Lena’s lips. She cups her face gently, feels the warmth of the sun on her cheeks, feels the moment Lena’s brain catches up to what’s happening.

It doesn’t taste like goodbye, Kara realizes. It tastes like a promise of something more.

“What was that for?” Lena breathes out, Kara can hear their hearts hammering in sync.

“Your reason to come back home.”

[special shoutout to @mssirey who gave great writing advice to this poor hapless writer（〃｀ 3′〃）i kith u on the forehead. ]

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Loki’s Queen, One Shot

Thanks for the prompts. Hope you both like it! 

vicksaturn submitted: Okay, so I have a friend, she's mute, and she wanted to read a fic where she can actually feel... included, you know what I mean? It could be something romantic with Tom or Loki

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red-fish-from-a-pond submitted: He was the cruel king, the lord of darkness and evil, but inside of his palace, there was an oasis of piece of heaven and beauty, full of gardens and art, and in the center, his kidnapped queen, the one he would burn the world for.

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When King Loki first laid eyes upon the Princess of another realm, he knew he just had to have her. He was much stronger than their King, so had easily overpowered them and kidnapped their Princess. Now, she was his Queen to be.

At first, he had been surprised upon returning with her to discover that she was mute. He had thought she was just being disobedient and rude to him, but when he learned the truth, he started to think it would be quite nice having a woman who wouldn’t talk back at him. Who couldn’t say no or argue.

But over time, he began to fall for his kidnapped Queen. He made her teach him sign language, so he was able to know what she wanted to say. He wanted to hear what she had to say. And enjoyed conversing with her very much.

To begin with she had been terrified of him, then angry that he had taken her. But when his softer side began to show, she started to find it wasn’t so bad being his to be Queen. He didn’t treat her badly, and within the walls of the palace was utter beauty.

The gardens were large and filled with beautiful flowers and shrubs. She could get lost within them for hours each day, it was so vast. Beautiful displays of art were strewn all through the palace, by multitudes of artists. All costing a fortune, because of course it was only the best for Loki’s Queen.

Then there was the huge library, filled with so many books, she would never get through them all in a single lifetime.

Loki discovered that she enjoyed it when he would just read to her, she liked listening to his voice, when it was nice and soft for her. Not so much when he was roaring at civilians or his army.

Some would say she had Stockholm syndrome, and she wasn’t really sure herself to be honest. But either way, she was content and happy with where she was. Now, anyway. It had taken her some time to adjust and to trust the ruthless King. But she saw the side of him that no one else ever did.

He was super protective of her. If anyone spoke ill of her or even just looked at her for too long, he would have their head for it.

After a long day of ruling his Kingdom, Loki retired to his chambers to find his Queen reading quietly by the fireplace. He stalked over to her and put his hands on her shoulders, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

She looked up and smiled at him.

How was your day? She signed to him.

‘Tedious as ever, darling.’ He hummed and walked around the sofa to sit next to her, wrapping his arm around her to pull her into him.

She smiled and snuggled into him. He gently stroked her arm, leaving goosebumps in his trail.

‘I’ve organised something special for tonight.’ He said softly.

What is it? She signed, looking at him curiously.

‘If I told you, then it wouldn’t be a surprise.’ He chuckled and dug his fingers into her side, making her squirm and laugh, he saw her shoulders moving.

Fair point.

‘You’ll just have to have some patience, my dear.’ He hummed.

-

His surprise that night was a romantic picnic outside in the garden, next to the little pond with a small waterfall in the middle. It was her favourite place in the whole palace gardens. He used his Seidr and set up some candles to set a nice lighting upon them.

Loki had never felt it before, a longing within his heart for someone. He loved her, so much. He just didn’t want to admit it really. Part of him wished he had her in different circumstances, that he hadn’t just taken her. But he couldn’t look weak to anyone else, he had to keep up his façade. To keep everyone in line.

She seemed content and happy with him. Even initiated contact and intimacy with him now, even after a rocky start. But he needed to know if she truly wanted to stay or not. To be with him.

‘My darling…’ Loki picked up her hands and looked deep into her eyes. ‘I have never apologised for what I did to you. Taking you away from your home, your family.’ He said with true regret, she could see it in his eyes.

‘I love you, so much. But I won’t keep you here any longer if you do not truly wish to be here.’ He said as calmly and steady as he could. But when he felt her trying to tug her hands out of his, he panicked and it was evident on his face that he thought the worst.

But when she got her hands free, she started signing to him.

I need my hands to speak, remember. Silly! She smiled at him.

Loki let out a deep breath and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

I was scared, Loki. At first. But I’ve gotten to know the real you. I would like to see my family again, but I want to remain with you.

Loki’s heart began to swell. He crawled over to close the distance between them and cupped her face in his hands as he kissed her deeply. She smiled against his kiss and pushed gently on his chest. He leaned back on his heels to see her signing I love you.

‘And I love you, my Queen.’ He playfully wrestled her down onto the picnic mat, so they were lying together on their sides, with their arms around each other.

He gently played with her hair while she rubbed his back in circles, both so content with one another.

Loki knew there and then that he had to make it official that she was his Queen. He wanted her right by his side, for everyone to see. And he expressed that to her.

She moved onto her back a bit so she could show Loki what she was saying.

I don’t think many will take kindly to a mute Queen. I was never going to be more than a Princess.

Loki stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. ‘They have no choice in the matter. I won’t ever have anyone say anything bad about you, and I will make sure that they all know the consequences for speaking bad of their Queen.’

She smiled and put her hand over his. Even though she was more than capable of standing up for herself, it was kind of nice that he wanted to look out for her.

‘You need not worry, darling. You’re mine and I will always protect you.’

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Gen Y 2 - The Glorious Trash Watch Reborn

Trash watching season 2 commences! (Season 1 is here. In my defense I didn’t know that was trash until about half way through, but I still had a lot of fun.) A short review of season here. 

As of Dec 2021 you could watch Gen Y 2 on Starhunter’s YouTube channel! Be pleased, season one was a bitch to get ahold of.

Because it’s amusing in light of the start of season 2, here were my...  

Final thoughts on season 1:

There was not enough Jack & Jew. There will never be enough.

I feel like they could have rounded out MarkKit a bit better. But it was fine. They were fine. Whatever.

I’d love it if Sandee went seriously dark/evil in season two.

Jock/nerd had the best chemistry. Bummer about their story arc. “What story arc?” you ask me. Exactly.

I have unfounded hope that Jack/Koh may some day still be a Thing.

I liked the actor playing Thanu and I hope we get to see more of him in something solid. (He reminds me, screen presence wise, a little bit of Kao AKA Korn in UWMA).

As of Ep 1 of season 2? 

Jew seems to be gone. I’m heartbroken. 

Still whatever. 

MY WISH IS GRANTED. YES! 

Still the best chemistry, now how they gonna fuck it up? 

Possibly no longer unfounded due to My Mate Match. (Jack & Koh are also Match & Mix or actor couple JameJet. So now we know they kiss. Very well, actually. In BL, lightning does strike twice.) 

I still like him. And I don’t mind the love triangle.* 

* Have I come around to love triangles in my old age? If so, Light on Me has A LOT to answer for. 

And now...

SEASON TWO! 

Look... my trash fire soap opera is back and I am THRILLED. I really don’t care much about what happens in this show, it’s a delicious buffet of random tasty nonsense and presentation is irrelevant to me because it tastes DELICIOUS. Ah, that metaphor got away from me. But you either like a buffet or, ya don’t, and I happen to be a buffet person. As with many things in my Thai BL relationship you can blame Make it Right for this. 

Ep 1 - Reservoir Bois

A lot happened in the first episode. Including flash backs to remind us of the previous season (thank you for that, Starhunter). 

Firstly, this show feels calmer. Maybe because I now know (or mostly remember) all of the many MANY characters. This show is such a soap opera, like the ultimate BL soap: All the couples, all the drama, random evil scheming, what’s next? Evil twin? (Oh wait, no that’s Not Me.) Back from the dead? (Oh wait, no that’s Peach of Time.) 

Opens with a Reservoir Dogs BL shot meets musical montage getting ready for school that had me cackling.  (What if Reservoir Dogs were a BL? Mind boggles.) 

Already, I have questions. 

Why does this dumb ultra melodramatic show make me so happy? 

Why is Kimmon so bloody charismatic in this role? 

Could Wayu just grow a spine and dump all of them? 

Why was P’P gone? Soap opera solutions = Witness protection. (Do they have that in Thailand?) Or kidnapping and evil rich family shenanigans must keep it secret. Or identical twins & murder. Or terminal illness. These are our 4 options. 

Akay, moving on. 

(oh look, my type) 

also, weirdly I just thought of the underpants gnomes, and I think Sandee is going to have about as much motivation 

I love Big as P’Pa. Perfect casting. Oooo, P’Pa = daddy vibes to that name, is that intentional? Big is definitely serving up daddy. It’s nice to see him successfully portraying such a different character from Ryu in My Mate Match. Good boy! You can actually act. We don’t expect that from Thai BL but it’s nice when it’s served up. 

How much did we all want Mark (or better Wayu himself) to punch P’P on that rooftop? SO MUCH. 

Meanwhile, winner winner chicken dinner. I think they went with option 4: terminal Illness. Most sympathetic choice, Gen Y. Very nice. 

So much happened already in this episode, and most of the characters are starting out in working relationships. I can only hypothesize that this is going to be a hot mess moving forward. 

So far, though, I like it. It feels a lot less like end of season 1′s shitshow. But it could always go there if the writers forget to actually write again. 

I like that MarkKit are now side dishes. I like ThanuWayu versus DESTINY. I want more PokTong being arses to each other. I want more Jack & Koh getting together, but I feel pretty confident that this is gonna happen. So yeah!!!! 

Ep 2 - Darth Sandee 

Only the first ep was on YouTube and I had a snafu while watching this “alternately” which means no screen caps. I can’t be arsed. I mean I could get them but that would mean watching it again and here’s the thing. 

Right now this one isn’t bad enough to be good. It isn’t good enough to be good either. 

Here’s my thoughts.... 

P‘Pa = def the cancer mom trope. 

Yay! more reasons for Wayu to cry. 

Suffer sweetheart!! SUFFER! 

Honestly? All three actors (Big, Cop, Kim) did a great job with this opening scene. 

COUPLES RUN DOWN! 

MarkKit = not much screen time except at the beginning, but that was good. I like that MarkKit are being challenged by some big picture stuffs around friendship like loyalty, trust, and the value of truth. It makes for a good external stressor for their relationship. It also mirrors a burden carried only by Kit in season one, now shared by them as a couple. 

JackKoh|KohJack are CRAZY. They only care about competing over something as an excuse to be together. There’s someone out there who’d pay good money for a threesome under such criteria... Lots of someones, actually. (Maybe that’s why they filmed My Mate Match?) 

PokTong are cute. And boyfriends competing against each other for Moon is a new one for the franchise(s). Also PokTong make out music is HILARIOUS. Very 80s amateur porno. This is a fun couple, I admit @heretherebedork​ , that I am coming round. 

ThanuWayu - only episode 2 and they are already boring me. But That’s a soap opera for you, there’s always a couple you could care less about. I like Phai though. 

Phai has discovered that Darth Sandee is EVIL! Now... make them fuck! 

Am I weird that I just want a moral compass trope to happen with these 2? Forget about Thanu, Darth Sandee is your real destiny! 

Okay, fine, never mind. 

Meanwhile it’s always fun to me when extras are involved on a scene because you can see how much taller than average most Thai actors are. 

Finally we end on this weird running thing to kill the time slot with flashbacks. BL does Chariots of Fire! 

(Chariots of Fire, definitely a sports bromance.) 

I’d ban BLs from flashback abuse but then everything would be K-BL length and all K-BLs would be microfilms.

-- Oh, I’m feeling SALTY this afternoon. 

Ep 3 - Why So Annoying? 

Would we call this a recap? Can one recap a show in which NOTHING HAPPENS? 

Is that an existential question? 

In other news MarkKit are VERY cute, Jew is back (yay!!) KohJack are like the 3 stooges of BL, and this show is pissing me off. The swim team thing was weird and Thanu & Wayu remain duller than dishwater, but also begin to have that pong of dishwater left out too long.

Wayu is punishing Thanu for having loved someone else when Wayu is basically is dating Thanu as a backup because he himself loved someone else. This relationship started out as a shitty thing to do to someone, but now Wayu is being hypocritical and shitty. 

Here’s what I want. Wayu and Pha to get back together, Pha to die, and then Wayu will know what it really means to suffer. 

(Don’t we all Sandee? Don’t we all?)

All this to say, Evil Sandee is the only interesting thing happening right now and I really wanna root for him yet they show is making even THAT difficult...

As characters figure out he is evil, there is actually a conversation as follows:

C1: Why is Sandee evil?

C2: We have no idea, but the point is he must be stopped. 

This is the ultimate in bad writing. It’s basically the show telling us that Sandee having any kind of motivation isn’t necessary. And I’m like, JUMP BACK GEN Y, I am sorry, you can give him a dum motivation (and you probubly will) but you don’t actually think he can’t have any, right? 

This show is a soap opera dumpster fire being feed by wooden performances (ThanYu), modest cuteness (MarKit), and mustache twirling without reason (Darth Sandee). But I’m going down with the dumpster because I am trash. 

Stinky horrible trash on fire. 

THIS SHOW WILL MAKE MONSTERS OF US ALL.

Ep 4 - The Poke Tongue Shower Scene 

ThanYu... whaka whaka whaka (and not in the good Monsta X way). 

Jack & Koh are fun and I realized why I like them, Love Rivals to Lovers is my favorite trope, because it’s innately queer, and they are getting one. Plus they are comedy relief and they’re funny about it. 

And MarKit are what they are. 

But PokTong and the SHOWER SCEEN. 

What. 

I mean to say. 

WHAT?!

Jump back! 

No, jump forward. No, now you’ve slipped in the shower. 

This is a shower scene we’re getting, people, from Starhunter! 

I feel like I stumbled backwards into the TharnType glory days (should that be glory holes? eh, don’t bother me with trifles).

Where was I? 

Oh yes shower scene. Remember what I said then (with TharnType) BJs in yaoi are ALWAYS acts of penance performed by the seme. Having the uke character do it is either serious (actual) punishment or we have gone straight through BL into gay af. 

Apparently all bets are off with this couple. Even BL bets. They are off the BL script. Way off. Somewhere down the drain even. 

Who knew Gen Y would go there?  

Plus the first kiss = goodbye kiss is just chef’s kiss. 

I can tell ya what tho, PokTong are already STRONG contenders for 2022′s WinTeam Award AKA the side couple we secretly wish were the main couple (PitchBank in Golden Blood won it for 2021). In fact, I’m not gonna sugar coat it - they SHOULD have been the main couple. The betrayal and outside stressors to their relationship are excellent, chemistry is spot on, acting is great. 

Also, anyone else wants to make them Poke Tongue? 

No? Just me. 

What, I gotta keep it low brow. This is still Gen Y. 

BUT THAT SHOWER SCENE. 

(This series = weirdly obsessed with fully dressed boys stepping into showers? Remember Mark & Wayu back in early eps of season 1?) 

Oh look we are back in classic Gen Y territory, we up one week, we down the next, we boring one moment, we riveting the next. 

I gotta start drinking when I watch this show. 

Ep 5 - Plot Bunny Whip Lash

(Honestly tho, that could be another name for upcoming Unforgotten Nights).

My baby boys are broken up and still Tong is trying to take care of Pok. They PRECIOUS and tragical.  

Darth Sandee’s motivation remains hella confusing, unless he’s supposed to be some trickster cupid or spirit of fate. 

Fine. Yess. I’lI nominate Sandee for godhood. Can’t get any weirder than this show already is. Would explain why Wayu & Thanu are so crap with a bow & arrow, that shizz is Sandee’s domain. 

I like that Thanu didn’t hide Pha’s illness from Wayu. 

I also like that it is circumstances breaking up MarkKit (as opposed to ye ol’ miscommunication), but hot damn that plot bunny came out of nowhere and spun on a dime. 

Does anyone else miss ForthBeam energy? I miss them so bad in this show right now. 

Ep 6 - I Got Nothing 

Jack & Koh are collectively the most extra and why can’t we just have more of them? 

Tong & Pok are in a different show - Unforgotten Night maybe? And why is Pok getting beaten up? I’m so confused.

I spend most of this show confused. 

The brothers are cute together and Phai may be my favorite character. But frankly MarkKit are dumbasses, I can’t feel sympathy when they are doing this to each other. 

And now... this fucker: 

What WAS that with Sandee & Phai? I mean I wanted them to get together from what back in the cafe days but I do NOT UNDERSTAND what is going on with these two. Why did Sandee do what he did? Why did he changed his mind? Why suddenly nice? WHY WHY WHY????

“A plague o' both your houses! Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat to scratch a man to death!”

You made me trot out Shakespeare, you bastards. Next up, Catullus, and then we are all done for. 

Ep 7 - Sigh 

MarkKit are truly absurd. ThanuWayuPa are truly boring. PokeTongue are in a different show with actual plot, and they are interesting but tiny idiots. Honestly SandeePhai are the only couple I really care about at this point and 

they got no screen time this ep 

we aren’t sure if they ARE a couple

they are adrift on a sea of destiny and lack of motivation 

Oh and JackKoh, I forgot about them.

SEE? They’re my favorites and this ep just made me forget they existed! 

The weighting of this soap is all off. Both the story and the screen time is uneven, by which I mean the focus and dwelling of the camera on some characters over others. So editing is partly to blame. 

If filming and screen time had been more evenly distributed than we would all be happier. But Starhunter put all their eggs in the baskets of their most seasoned actors and established pairs, and we are being punished for that decision with deeply unsatisfying omelets. 

(Actual gif of the Sandee egg.) 

Ep 8 - Why Am I doing this to myself?

Lack of Sandee makes me sad but we got the return of Padbok.

Yay!

One fecklessly evil character with no motivation is exchanged for another! 

Why so angry? Why so pretty? Why so silent? 

Oh please just make SOMETHING happen. 

So basically this episode was the same as last week.

Play it again Sab? 

Wayu is a pretty elf tho. 

What? What do you expect from me? I got nothing. Imma go watch Love Stage!! it’s about 100x better. 

Episode 9 - OMG WHY is this so boring? 

Poke Tongues are literally the only thing interesting about this show anymore. Pok’s apology was nicely handled. I even get where Tong is comign from, there’s too much miscommunication between them how can he be confident it won’t just keep happing. They could just be dysfunctional boyfriends. 

I am growing to hate the play within a BL conceit. Shakespeare overdid it and that was long time ago. Costumes are fun tho. 

Thanu and Wayu puzzle me, I now spend most of my time trying to figure out why they aren’t working for me on screen, because frankly the actors are cute as friends in the BTS stuff. So why aren’t they working as a romantic couple in front of the camera? Still, that’s not what I should be doing when watching a BL. 

How do we feel about the fake coffee spill in order to strip scene? Bit manipulative? Or just seme’s gotta do what a seme’s gotta do? 

Meanwhile, hellooooo my dark elf boyfriend! 

Look this brought back way too many comic cons of my youth. But basically = MY TYPE. I might just have a bit of a thing for a person in black lipstick and eyeliner and I blame the 90s ENTIRELY. (Not to out myself but nothing is hotter on this earth that streaks of black liner running down someone’s face ‘cause you made them cry - in the right way, of course. NOTHING.) 

Speaking of crying... 

In addition to the old adage, “Don’t make them sing in a Thai BL” have we forgotten the “Don’t make them cry rule”? Oh Gen Y, what am I going to do with you? 

This is still a dumpster fire, but worse it’s now a boring dumpster fire. So it’s like the excitement of the flames is all gone and what’s left is smoldering trash and THAT smell. 

Episode 10 - He’s Dead, Kim 

Okay but Kimmon in a suit is a thing of beauty and joy forever. 

COME ON.

KIM MON.

Get it?

(I’ll stop now.) 

The funeral ep and still Kit isn’t letting Mark be with him and what the hell, can we all say manufactured drama? I don’t care anymore, dump Kit, he doesn’t deserve you. Especially not in that suit. 

Meanwhile things are going hilariously wrong in the captions department but none cares because there isn’t any dialogue anyway. 

Meanwhile these two chaos monkey love muffin idiots are in a completely different series. 

ThanuWayu did some stuff in a hotel and on a beach and hit up “this pool was made for kissing trope” (and a few others) and that was the episode. 

Honestly, I am starting to worry about Starhunter and all their upcoming projects. 

This is that bad. 

Episode 11 - It’s Doom But Only For Me, Because Guess What? EVERYONE SINGS! 

I feel like I lost patience with this show about three episodes ago. So what’s the other side of losing patience with something? I’ve gone all the way through frustration to annoyance and now what? Apathy? 

Anygay, Wayu went through all kinds of rigmarole to get his man into bed. And then they slept. I’d say I was disappointed, but I don’t think the show can disappoint me anymore. Honestly, if anything they are just too sweet. 

And everyone is singing. 

Please make them stop. 

For me this is a true episode 11. 

DOOOOMMMM! 

I admit half the fun of a soap opera is complaining about how horrible it is. 

But Mark and Kit when they are together are very very good. Nice kiss and fun chemistry. It was a bummer the show decided to keep them apart for most of it. 

Next week is the last installment and rumor is we are in for a Gen Y Season 3. Because, I presume, they actually want to see me lose my ever loving mind. 

Episode 12 - Well That Was... Something

Honestly, I’m not sure how to summate this smack-wompus soap-riddled cheese-fest. 

Serious question: 

Which is worse?

To unexpectedly find cheese in your soap? 

Or to unexpectedly find soap in your cheese? 

Cheese in soap: 

Soap in cheese:

I guess it depends on whether you were watching Gen Y for the camp (me) or watching it for the romance.... anyone? 

Starhunter? 

I decided to do a break down of the different couples and the different shows they each thought they were acting in. 

What? I gotta entertain myself, this show sure as shit ain’t doing it. 

MarkKit

What show were they actually in? A sweet romance. 

We even got a little religious element. They very cute, far too saccharine for me, and painfully domestic. And I am ready to put them safely to bed. I think we can do that safely, no matter what was implied in this episode, they not getting up to anything. Sexual attraction between these too? There is none. 

But I do declare them: sweet. 

JackKoh AKA KohJack

What show were they actually in? A slapstick romcom. 

They figured their shit out, remained totally ridiculous children throughout. I look forward to seeing them fuck around with their next show, whatever it may be. 

I declare them: funny. 

PokeTongue

What show were they actually in? A high heat angsty BL. 

They finally got together but honestly why not just make these two do the Thai remake of We Best Love? It’s kinda what they were gunning for. Anyway, not long to wait for them, their next series, What Zabb Man!, starts in a red hot minute. Emphasis on hot, we hope. Well, it is set in a kitchen. 

I declare them: bankable. 

ThanuWayu 

What show were they actually in? A cardboard picture book. 

I have nothing to say. I suspect in about 5 minutes I will have forgotten their entire existence. 

I declare them: boring. 

I was poking about gifs for this post and this one popped up: 

They had SO MUCH MORE CHEMISTRY together. Just LOOK AT THEM. 

Sigh. 

Oh what might have been.

You know what?

Sandee was right all along. 

Did I grin through the whole graduation sequence? 

Sure I did. 

So I guess all we have learned from this whole damn journey is that I am still a sap who will watch total trash. 

But maybe it was all worth it for this smile...

Goodnight. 

Dammit. 

Could we please not do this again? 

(source)

[hotpinkboots]

Can I request headcanons for Sun and Moon with a nice technician reader who's family refuses to believe reader is ill and had them go to work anyway, now sick reader is just looking for someone to care and comfort them about it so came to the daycare after hours for that because they feel like the animatronics they spend the most time with and help out sometimes despite in not being part of their job might show that care to them?

~Sundrop & Moondrop x Sick!Reader~

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Enjoy~

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Sundrop

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~Freaks out (at first) ngl

~When you walk into the daycare afterhours, it doesn't really matter to him. He's happy to have someone to play with! You're coming?! Yay! SLEEPOVER??? YAYAYAYAY!!!

~jk you're sick

~Sunny Honey immediately notices you aren't well, and races to your side.

~"HEY, WHAT'S WRONG, HUH!? NOT FEELING WELL? ARE YA SICK? CAN I HELP!!?!?? WHAT'S WRONG!!!?!"

~Overwhelming.

~If you gently ask him to quiet down a bit, he's happy to. Just wants to help you.

~Will still have a couple loud outbursts, but don't get too angry at him for it, Sunny baby's used to exciting kids and keeping them busy.

~He's so sad when you explain that your family forced you to go to work!! Even when you're sick! That's bad for the kids, what if they get sick?? What if you get even MORE sick?!?! Well, now Sunny's sick, too. WORRIED sick!

~Of course, it'll pass. For the first few minutes of explaining, you'll he the one comforting him, but, when he knows what to do, he's comforting you, and won't let it be the other way around.

~"HEY!! Why don't'cha lay down, then?? I'll make a little pillow fort in the jungle gym! We can still have fun!"

~Keeps his voice cheerful, but still low.

~You're ridiculously comfortable. While he can't provide anything to eat (because I'm sure no one wants pizza or soda while they're sick) other than water, it's good enough for you. Probably don't have much of an appetite, anyway.

~Sunny won't bring your family up, he does not want to upset you, or get you worked up. It's all good times with him.

~Don't even worry about not being near him. He can't get sick due to being an animatronic, and he knows to disinfect everything before the kiddos come. It's safe.

~Super bubbly, still. He'll be making quiet conversation.

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Moondrop

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~You've come to the right person.

~The lights are already off in the daycare when you arrive. You even think about leaving, since they're closed.

~But, Mr. Sandman has another idea. Creeps up behind you and scares you. Your poor sick head and heart.

~Explain to him your situation with your family and your sickness, and he chills out immediately. No scary games for you this time.

~Moon is pissed off at your family. How DARE they not believe you? How DARE they make you work, when you aren't well?? If he could do something about it, he would...

~But he can't.

~So, he settles for a bit of sleepy time.

~Will tell you a story, even sing you a lullaby. Wraps you in a blanket, and stays right next to you, and holds you close.

~If you aren't asleep yet, Moondrop would usually be annoyed, but no, no. You're sick, it's no wonder you can't sleep.

~He'll let it slide, don't worry. No way he's killing you.

~Will grumble about your family being evil for sending you in sick, grumble about how he wishes he could do more for you.

~Moon's main mission is to get you to sleep, and calm down. Not only is it his job to put children to sleep, but you're sick. He feels you need him now more than ever.

~When you finally fall asleep, Moondrop feels quite proud of himself. Will be completely still throughout the night, as to not wake you up.

~He would be better at dealing with sick people than Sundrop. Moondrop is a 8.5/10, for being scary asf and complaining about your family and perhaps worrying you even further (he doesn't mean to), and Sundrop is a 7.4/10, for being a bit too loud and crazy, even when you're not well.

~But, either way, they both have their way of helping you, and making you feel better.

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~Love, PinkBoots