#even the initiations from before which seemed like it was only for drama

[misshoneyimhome]

But with three of us, honey, it's a sideshow I William Nylander & Matthew Knies - Part two 🔥🌺⚡️

Summary; A quote by Hector Urquhart goes "One man's rubbish may be another's treasure" - however, what happens, when the first man realises that it wasn't rubbish after all?

Other notes: Alrighty babes, so here's the continuation (yes, there will be a part three) of the threesome drama I've been imagining 🙃 And if you notice me alternating between the good guy and the bad guy, it's because I'm debating with myself along the way 😉 Anyway, I hope you still find it enjoyable 🤍

Tropes & Warnings; William Nylander x Matthew Knies x reader, Friends to lovers; jealousy; 18+ smut; fingering, protected penetrative sex (p in v); bloody nose, mild "fighting";

Word count; 6.2K+

Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50 @findapenny @justwanderingbutneverlost @Fortheloveofnylander

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The game against the Tampa Bay Lightning turned out to be incredibly frustrating and verging on awful for the Leafs. They just didn’t perform at their best, and the Lightning quickly gained the upper hand. Only Auston’s power play goals offered a glimmer of hope for the team, but it was short-lived as they struggled to coordinate effectively.

And what was particularly evident to everyone, especially the team's coaching staff, was the lack of teamwork between players 88 and 23. So, as the game ended with a 4-1 loss for the Leafs, Coach Keefe wasted no time in pulling the two players aside in the corridor.

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on between you two… but whatever it is, you better fucking sort it out and stop behaving like spoiled kids.”

“Yes coach…” 

“Sorry, coach…”

It was a stern reprimand, but a necessary one. While neither player had intentionally avoided each other on the ice, their subconscious actions had influenced their performance, which was unacceptable at their level of play.

So, as they stood there in the Scotiabank Arena corridor, exchanging glances, they understood that they had to address the issue. Their focus had to be on the game, and no personal matters should interfere. However, putting this into practice would prove to be much easier said than done.

Once both lads had changed into their regular attire and left the locker room to greet the gathered family and friends, they purposefully avoided you. Not out of desire, but out of necessity.

You seemed to be a source of disruption for both of them, and at that moment, they needed to clear their minds and concentrate on hockey. With the playoffs looming closer, both of them had much to demonstrate.

And in truth, you didn’t mind the avoidance. You weren’t inclined to confront either of them, so the lingering silence among the three of you created a strangely calming atmosphere for the already lacklustre evening.

Even in the subsequent two days, there was minimal communication from both players, leaving you feeling somewhat unsettled. Unsure of the nature of their exchange, you contemplated initiating a conversation, but instead, you welcomed the drama-free days, immersing yourself in work and sidestepping your own conflicting emotions.

However, that all changed when you were picking up your favourite coffee at the quaint nearby café you frequented, and you turned around only to find William's handsome face before you.

“Willy,” you gasped, feeling a sense of déjà vu as if history were repeating itself with his unexpected appearance.

“Hey y/n,” he spoke softly, a charming smile playing on his lips.

“What are you doing here?” you asked tentatively, aware that this wasn’t exactly his usual haunt, though close enough for him to drop by easily.

William chuckled lightly, shrugging as he gestured towards his hands in his pockets. “Just passing by, taking the dogs for a walk,” he nodded towards the window, where you spotted Pablo and Banksy tied up outside, patiently awaiting their owner.

“Oh,” you simply replied, surprised by the slight prickle of disappointment that flickered in your heart.

“And... I sort of... was hoping to bump into you,” William admitted nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided meeting your gaze.

And just like that, the disappointment swiftly faded, replaced by a small smile that crept onto your lips. You couldn’t quite pinpoint why this moment held such significance for you, but seeing William here, making an effort to find you on a Tuesday before the match later, warmed something inside you.

“Oh,” you responded with a gentle smile, still standing amidst the quiet of the small coffee shop. Fortunately, there were few people around, given that it was just before the afternoon rush. “Why... why were you hoping to see me?” you asked softly, the curiosity evident in your voice.

“Well, uh... I mean... I think I just... I just wanted to apologise... for being distant and all...” William began, his tone hesitant as he tried to collect his thoughts and find the best way to express himself. Then taking a deep breath, he timidly continued, “Listen, y/n... I know you’ve started something with Kniesy, and... that you’re happy, but... I’ve come to realise that lately, I’ve just been missing you a lot, and, I know, it’s a pretty mad and shitty thing to do, but... I just know that I really like you  - and I’d hate myself if I didn’t tell you that… I guess I’m sort of... maybe, in love or something…” William released a heavy sigh of relief. “I’m not trying to come between you two, but... at least now you know... sorry.”

You couldn’t believe it. Was he truly serious right now? Just when you were finally making an effort to move on from him, to try and bury the wonderful moments you’d shared, he drops this bombshell.

Lost for words, your eyes nearly glistened as your mind waged an internal battle between wanting to punch him and wanting to kiss him. But instead, you remained still, managing only a soft voice.

“Yeah... this is a pretty shitty thing to do, Willy,” you said, mustering half a smile. “Where was all of this last year?”

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, his apology sincere. “I guess I was just so focused on hockey that... I didn’t want to risk, you know, feelings messing with it…” he admitted with another sigh. “But as it turns out, they did anyway... and now I fear I’ve lost you for good.”

You had to swallow hard as you noticed the sincerity in his eyes, and you couldn’t deny that his words made your heart sink in your chest. Taking a deep breath, you tried to find the best words to navigate this difficult situation.

“Willy, you could never lose me for good,” you whispered. “But... I didn’t need to see you with someone else to know I liked you... and now, I’m just worried that the only reason you feel this way is because of Kniesy…”

A part of you resisted believing that this was true, but you’d been hurt enough times before to know this seemed like the most likely explanation.

“Y/n, I swear... I mean, seeing you with him did make me realise it, but…” William struggled to find the right words. “It’s not about him... it’s about you. And the other night, when you called me because you were scared... it just hit me how much you really mean to me… But if you say you don’t feel anything for me and you want me to stay away…. Then I promise I will…”

Once again, you found yourself unable to reply, your breath caught in your throat as he left you breathless. His hold over you was a mystery, and you knew he was tearing you apart. Yet, your heart raced as his mesmerising eyes locked with yours and his smile erased all logic in an instant.

“Anyway… I just, uh... I guess I just wanted to tell you that… so, I’ll see you around…”

And with that, he left you in turmoil, your thoughts swirling as you remained breathless and undone. “Fuck...” you muttered under your breath as you watched him casually stroll away with his doodles by his side.

_

William Nylander had you completely captivated, and no amount of work could distract you from thoughts of him. His name and face seemed to follow you everywhere, whether on the street, social media, or the radio. And it made sense—he was a hockey star in Toronto, having one of the best seasons of his career, and naturally, he was receiving all the attention he deserved.

And every time you caught sight of his handsome Swedish face; a quiet ‘fuck’ would escape your lips.

But what truly caused the ache was the fact that your heart was torn in two, and you knew you had to confront it. Ignoring it wouldn't make it disappear, especially since both William and Matthew were part of your inner circle of friends, and you would soon see them both again.

And with the playoffs drawing nearer, the players' focus would soon be solely on that, and for good reason. While they had almost secured their spot to advance, the real challenge lay ahead.

So, as you headed to Matthew’s apartment on a fateful Friday evening for a casual dinner and a movie, your hidden agenda was to resolve things. At least within yourself. You knew you had feelings for him, but a part of you couldn’t let go of William either, and you didn’t want to be unfair to Matthew. In your mind, he deserved only the best, and right now, you couldn’t provide that.

“Hey,” he greeted you with a broad smile as he opened the front door, and immediately, you couldn’t help but return the smile. Despite rehearsing how you would approach the situation on your way there, he completely flipped the script as you stepped into his cosy apartment and saw that he had already prepared, or attempted to prepare, dinner. The dining table was set with a cloth and fake candle lights, almost like the most romantic gesture a man had ever made for you. And your heart swelled in that moment.

“Matts…” you breathed softly, wide-eyed, and breathless as you stood frozen in place. “You didn’t have to do this…”

You were taken aback. He was being so sweet that suddenly, all the rational thoughts about ending things slowly faded into the background of your mind.

“I know I didn’t…” Matthew chuckled lightly as he came to stand gently behind you, softly caressing your arms as he smoothly helped you out of your coat. “But I wanted to.”

Matthew Knies wasn’t particularly an expert about romance. In fact, he was a rather typical young boyish lad, with hockey and hanging out with his teammates occupying his thoughts. However, ever since you’d entered the picture, a small part of him wanted to explore the realm of romance. You seemed more mature, with your life seemingly in order and possessing a strong mind - and he wanted to impress you.

So, drawing from his limited experience in past relationships, he saw the chance to woo you in a way he believed William wouldn’t. Recognising that his Swedish teammate had already captured your affection with his sexual talents, charming personality, and grounded demeanour, Matthew decided to take a different approach. He thought that his own mix of youthful innocence yet mature demeanour could work in his favour—romantic gestures with a hint of flirtation.

And it was working.

As the evening slowly unfolded, you found yourself swiftly enchanted by Matthew's charm as you savoured the delightful dinner. Sure, perhaps the culinary skills could have been improved, but that wasn’t the crux of the matter. The important part of the evening lay in the effort Matthew had invested in it all.

And soon, both of you were immersed in hearty laughter, exchanging jokes and interests as you had done countless times before. In that very moment, he was the most important person in your life—someone with whom you could truly be yourself and unwind. His company required little social energy, and it suited you perfectly.

However, as you finished dining and began to clear the table together, what should have been a simple and innocent task took on a more sensual tone. With gentle touches as you manoeuvred around the small kitchen, occasionally brushing against each other and sharing giggles, it was inevitable that the movie night would carry a certain level of sexual tension. 

You tried to maintain your composure, really, you did. However, as Matthew tenderly enveloped you in his strong arm, drawing you nearer to his large, comforting frame while lounging on the sofa, you couldn’t resist the yearning inside you.

The memory of the pleasurable sensation of his lips was all too vivid, and soon enough, you found yourself back in his embrace, your mouths meeting as your fingers tangled in his hair and your tongues intertwined.

It was intense and brimming with desire as you straddled his lap, your body moving against his in a sensual rhythm as his hands explored your form.

Matthew was undeniably attractive, that much was certain. But this wasn’t part of the plan. You weren’t supposed to feel this exhilarated with his chest against yours, your hips moving against him as if your primal instincts had taken control.

No, you were supposed to end things. To explain to him that he deserved someone fully committed to him, not torn in two.

Yet, as you delved deeper into the passionate kiss, there was no room for such thoughts.

Instead, you were consumed by pleasure, gripping his brown locks tighter as he nibbled your lower lip and sighed softly into the kiss.

To be fair, this hadn’t been Matthew’s plan either. He had simply wanted to impress you with a romantic dinner. Yet he didn’t exactly protest when he felt you responding to him. In fact, he felt rather pleased about it, sensing your longing for him as much as he longed for you. Perhaps he had secretly hoped for this to happen, yet he didn’t want to get his hopes up too high, knowing you still had feelings for someone else.

But the moment your lips were locked in a passionate kiss, Matthew’s worries about William faded into insignificance, and his sole desire was for you.

The sensation of your body pressed against his surpassed anything he had imagined. And though he had experienced a glimpse of it before, tonight, he yearned for more, his hard member, evident in the bulge in his trousers, betrayed his most fervent desires.

The small living room was growing warmer with each passing moment, almost overwhelming you as your body yearned for more than just his lips. And when you finally pulled apart to catch your breath, your eyes locked in a lustful gaze, both exhaling deeply as you contemplated what would happen next.

You couldn’t resist the pull towards him. With your core throbbing between your legs and feeling his bulge pressing against you, you lacked the willpower to resist the situation.

And while Matthew took a moment to think it over as well before proceeding, there was no doubt about his desires.

So, summoning the courage, he had gathered from their romantic dinner, he gently tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear as he spoke softly.

“Want to… go upstairs?”

His voice remained steady, devoid of any trace of insecurity, which only fuelled your desire for him. And with a soft smile and a teasing bite to your lower lip, you nodded, encouraging him to effortlessly lift you into his arms and carry you upstairs to his bedroom.

The touch of the younger hockey player was nothing short of exquisite. The way his lips lingered on yours as he eased you onto the mattress was pure bliss. His hands on your curves were both firm and gentle as he explored every contour, slowly undressing you.

In return, you took the initiative to remove his t-shirt, unbuckle his belt, and slide down his jeans. Matthew's physique was simply impressive. His toned torso resembled that of a Greek god, with broad shoulders and hips that were nothing short of captivating.

Likewise, he admired your body as you lounged before him in your underwear. The light blue lace complemented your skin beautifully, while your bra provided just the right amount of support without distorting the natural size of your breasts. Your hips formed a graceful curve, your thighs exuding strength. And as his gaze devoured every inch of you, he couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation.

Then with a playful smirk, Matthew leaned in for a quick kiss before kneeling back and slowly pulling down your panties, revealing your core to him. And it was a delightful surprise for him to feel your wetness, as he wasted no time in stroking his thick fingers along your folds, preparing you for the pleasure to come.

And it felt good. A soft gasp then escaped your lips as Matthew allowed his fingers to gently penetrate you, stretching you slowly, while your toes curled into the sheets beneath you, and soft moans spilled from your lips as ecstasy washed over you.

The hockey player was utterly captivated by the array of expressions crossing your face as he skilfully massaged your inner walls, surprised by how much pleasure it brought him to please you. Yet, beneath it all, he felt a deeper longing to feel his own length buried within you. The mere sensation of his fingers enveloped by your tightness and warmth caused him to already drip with pre-cum in his boxers. So, with gentle care, he withdrew his fingers before discarding his final piece of clothing.

Matthew was a big boy, much as you had anticipated even before seeing him naked. And as you saw his long and thick member, hard and proud, you were relieved he had used his fingers first. In comparison to William, his proportions were likely similar in scale, but Matthew stood a little taller and broader, so his member naturally slightly larger.

Then rising from the mattress, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him as he carefully rolled a condom onto his shaft, your anticipation nearly palpable as you longed to be filled and stimulated. And fortunately, you didn’t have to wait long.

Drawing you into another kiss, Matthew reignited the fire between you, gently parting your legs as he removed your bra, his hands tenderly exploring your rounded breasts. Meanwhile, your fingers threaded through his hair as you pulled him in for a deeper kiss, the mutual longing for the final act palpable between you.

And then, a surge of confidence coursed through you. Biting his lip, you signalled for him to lie back, to which he complied. You weren’t typically the dominant type in bed, but given that Matthew entirely wasn’t either, at least not with you, you seized the opportunity to take control.

So, straddling his hips, you gently guided his cock between your folds, riding it a few times while supporting yourself on his chest. Then, with careful precision, you positioned the tip at your entrance and pressed it in slowly. Gasping, you allowed him to stretch you as you relied on your legs for support, sinking down a little before rising back up, repeating the motion until he was fully inside you.

“Oh, fuck, Matts,” you cried as he filled you completely. He was definitely bigger than William, although lacking the slight curve that would hit your sensitive spot every time.

But as soon as you had adjusted to his size, you gently began to rock your hips, his shaft sliding in and out of your moist cunt with each sensual movement.

Moans filled the room as pleasure engulfed both of you, Matthew's hands finding your hips for support as your tightness brought him a little closer to climax sooner than he expected. But he couldn’t resist the intense sensations. You felt incredible around him, and the faster you rode him, the louder his moans grew, and the nearer he came to the edge.

And it was gratifying to watch him pant beneath you, his eyes occasionally fluttering shut and his breath erratic as he struggled to maintain composure. You sensed his climax approaching, mirroring the impending arrival of your own.

So, with the orgasm building in your stomach, you increased your pace, your fingers digging into his chest while your breaths mimicked his—panting and gasping in unison.

Though it didn’t flow as smoothly and naturally as it had with William, it was still pleasurable. Matthew felt good inside you, and his physique was impressive. Yet, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. With William, there had been a sense of fluidity, effortlessly moving around and smiling as he brought you to climax.

With Matthew, it required more effort. You had to focus on riding him and bringing yourself closer to orgasm. Even his thumb on your clit didn’t quite get you there, and after a short while, you started to worry that you wouldn’t reach the peak you desired.

However, everything changed when Matthew grew more eager, suddenly flipping you over into missionary position. With his hands on either side of your head, he picked up a faster and harder pace, thrusting into you deeply.

And at this point, the intensity was overwhelming. His large cock overstimulated your walls as he pounded into you with quick and passionate motions. Your hands instinctively grasped the back of his shoulders, your legs wrapping around his lower back as euphoria consumed you entirely. Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head, your nails digging deep into his shoulder blades as your climax now quickly approached.

It was more fervent and eager than it had been with William, perhaps a bit less refined compared to the older hockey player's skill and experience, yet it felt surprisingly satisfying. Your moans were loud cries mixed with whines of pleasure, and you found your fingers digging deeper than you intended.

But in that moment, neither of you cared. Matthew's mind was entirely consumed by the intensity of the moment, his deep gasps punctuating each eager thrust as he knew he was nearing climax. Despite his desire for a more romantic encounter, your tightness around him was too much to resist.

And with a few final hard pounds, he let out a deep grunt as he released himself, thrusting one last time and pushing you over the edge as well. Loud moans, almost screams, filled the room as both of you reached your peaks, yet the rush of orgasm didn’t linger as long as it had after your encounters with William.

Stop it, you reminded yourself. You couldn’t keep comparing the two.

You had to push every thought of William out of your head as you slowly came down from the high, your mind emerging from the blur as Matthew gently withdrew from you. And despite feeling a twinge of guilt when Matthew returned from the bathroom and pulled you in for a cuddle on the warm, steamed mattress, you pushed it aside.

The fervent and intense sex had shifted back to the romantic and sweet atmosphere that had characterised the beginning of your evening, with Matthew turning to face you, gently stroking your features as he admired your beauty.

Lying on your sides, you let the soft moment linger, the scent of sweat and sex filling the bedroom as you simply enjoyed his tender touches and the comforting atmosphere. And though you had briefly felt guilty, Matthew had a knack for washing away all concerns. In his arms, you felt safe and content, and there was no reason to feel guilty about that. Especially not considering the outcome of your casual relationship with William Nylander, who, for the record, had been the one to avoid any progression into a more serious relationship, and then had the audacity to confess his feelings for you months later, when it was too late.

No, Matthew Knies was different. He was sweet, kind, gentle, and caring. He showed his emotions openly, despite the looming playoffs. He wasn’t afraid of love like William had been, and since you weren’t either, being with him felt incredibly fulfilling.

It should have been a no-brainer.

Matthew embodied everything desirable in a potential partner, despite his younger age. While he may have been slightly less mature, it wasn’t as pronounced as many would assume.

But William had left his mark on you so deeply. It felt as if he had poisoned your mind and heart, his influence spreading through your veins like venom. So, despite the comfort and warmth Matthew provided, you chose not to stay the night after your intimacy, as you reasoned with an early morning and the need for him to focus on the upcoming game. And though being with him felt incredible, you had to admit to yourself that your heart still wasn’t fully committed.

Naturally, he was disappointed, but he understood your reasoning. Part of him knew that the rational and sensible choice would be to let you go and simply focus on hockey and his career. Yet, as you left his apartment, a sense of emptiness lingered. It felt as though you were the missing piece in his otherwise hectic yet successful life.

_

As the morning skate approached, Matthew felt like a renewed person. The night with you had been nothing short of wonderful, and as he prepared for the game day, he couldn’t help but smile.

Matthew understood that you weren’t completely devoted to him, at least not yet. However, he was confident that you felt something for him, something deep and profound. In the time he had spent getting to know you, he had learned that you weren’t malicious or intentionally trying to hurt him. You were simply torn between two men you cared for deeply, unable to make a choice.

And he tried to empathise with your dilemma. While he wished you would declare that you had forgotten about his Swedish teammate, he recognised that pressuring you to make a decision would only exacerbate the situation. So, for now, he accepted the situation as it was. Even as he arrived at the training centre, his lips still curved in happiness, and his demeanour did not go unnoticed by his teammates.

“Woohooo,” Auston whistled. “You seem a little too happy over there, Kniesy!”

“What’s brought such a smile to your handsome face?” Gio added, joining in the laughter.

“Or more like who?” Max chimed in with a grin.

It was nothing but the typical banter among teammates that filled the locker room as they all undressed to change into their gear. However, something more profound caught their attention this time, prompting a need for answers.

"Whoa, hold up there, beasty!" Auston nearly shouted, noticing the scratch marks on his fellow Arizona teammate's back. "Who the fuck has been doing some artwork on you?"

"And more importantly," Max chuckled deeply, "what did you do to deserve it?"

Dark chuckles filled the room as more players gathered to admire the nail scratches left from your intense night with the forward the night before.

"Looks like someone got laid last night!" Reaves added with a loud, deep grin. "And who's the lucky girl?"

"Or guy?" Mitch playfully joked.

Matthew took a small breath, glancing over to the empty stall where William would have been sitting if he hadn't been perpetually late, before deciding to speak up. "Her name is y/n," he spoke proudly, perhaps slightly boasting, though it lacked the same satisfaction without William in the room.

"Wait, you mean Willy's y/n?" Auston raised a brow, a light grin playing on his lips.

"Well..." Matthew began to respond, but then Max interjected.

"Oh, she's not Willy's girl anymore, man! Did you see those marks? Seems like our freshman here really showed her what a real man can do!"

Matthew felt a twinge of embarrassment at the words, but it was quickly overshadowed by the pride he felt. He had given you a good time, and the marks you left showcased the pleasure he had provided you.

And he couldn’t help it as his eyes gleamed with pride and he chuckled along with the other players. However, as the door then swung open, the laughter faded into a subdued murmur as William walked in, fashionably late as usual.

"What?" he asked, noticing the not-so-subtle change in atmosphere.

But the boys simply muttered 'nothing' before returning to gearing up for practice before the crucial match. They all sensed it was better to keep things low-key before the match that could either propel them into the playoffs or have them fighting for a few more games.

And it almost worked, until the practice games had William and Matthew facing off on opposite teams.

Initially, it hadn’t been a problem. William had resolved to act maturely about the situation, acknowledging his own villain role in it and allowing you to make your own decisions about how you felt toward each of them.

But as training progressed and he and Matthew found themselves in continuous physical battles on the ice, tension began to mount. What started as friendly hockey banter, suddenly changed when Max couldn't keep his mouth shut, and the atmosphere shifted.

"Looks like Kniesy isn’t just stealing Willy’s girl – he’s also beating his ass on the ice!"

Those words set William's mind spinning. What did Max mean by that?

Yet trying to shake it off, the Swedish forward focused on the training match, but to his frustration, he missed a crucial opportunity for a goal.

“Fucking hell!” he shouted loudly, banging his stick against the boards in frustration.

“Hey,” Auston came over, lightly chuckling. “Just because Kniesy’s sleeping with your girl, you don’t need to take it out on your stick, man.”

It was meant to be nothing but a playful remark, a joke among teammates, but William didn’t find it amusing at all.

“What did you just say?” he asked with a serious tone, more serious than Auston had expected.

"We- well… you know… Kniesy and y/n…" Auston stuttered, realising he might have just sparked something more serious.

“They what?” William asked again, his tone stern as his eyes fixed on the smiling freshman on the ice.

Matthew hadn’t intended to taunt William about his success in winning over a girl, but as the Swede took to the ice once more, an urge within him rose to showcase his newfound confidence and dominance.

As the two players were positioned in front of each other, they were ready to face off. And that's when William couldn’t maintain his composure any longer.

“You slept with her?” His eyes bore deeply into his teammate's, who simply nodded.

“Last night,” Matthew confirmed, prompting William to nod, his throat tightening as he imagined his teammate's hands on you.

“Hmm…��� he muttered under his breath, unsure of how to react.

But before he could respond further, Matthew, perhaps emboldened by his newfound confidence, spoke again. “Guess I won her after all.”

And those were the wrong words to utter in William’s presence. Straightening his back, he halted the game and skated closely to Matthew’s face. “She’s not a prize to be won.”

The Swede asserted his dominance over his teammate, causing everyone to pause and observe the unfolding confrontation.

“Come on, Willy,” Matthew huffed, giving his shorter teammate a little push. “You’re just angry because you were the one who treated her like shit... and now she doesn’t want to be with you.”

“Fuck you, Kniesy!” William shot back, but Matthew was ready to defend himself.

“Oh yeah? Well, she did!”

And this had William push back, both physically and verbally, relinquishing the control he had been determined to maintain.

“Well, at least I know I won’t always be her second choice!”

What transpired between the first punch and the two boys ending up in the locker room with ice packs on their faces and towels containing the blood streaming from their noses was a blur to most. It happened so quickly, both players taking swings at each other in a fight far more intense and serious than any on-ice altercation. The coaches naturally intervened, while Tavares and Morgan pulled them apart, and with Reaves and other players chuckling in the background.

It was a coincidence that you had been nearby, as Stephanie had invited you to join her and some of the girls for preparations in case the Leafs continued into the playoffs. But the joy you had felt among the girls froze when you heard what had happened at training, prompting you to swiftly make your way to the Ford Performance Center.

Walking through the halls, your heart pounded in your chest, uncertain of what to expect when you faced the two boys who had torn your heart in two and claimed a part each.

And as you entered the locker room, you couldn't help but mutter, "Shit…" under your breath. Yet, other than your soft curse, there was silence. The tension filled the air as the three of you stood and sat frozen, no one wanting to take the first step and potentially worsen the situation.

It was as if all three of you were silently expressing the guilt you felt toward one another. 

William for dismissing you and then trying to reclaim your deep feelings for him and acting aggressively toward his teammate. 

Matthew for attempting to win you over despite knowing your feelings for his teammate, and then wanting to boast about his success. 

And you, for leading Matthew on while being unable to let go of William, unwilling to accept that Matthew might be the better choice, yet not fully believing it, as William still held a grip on your heart.

It was anything but an easy situation. And sensing your inner panic, the turmoil you were feeling as he saw your concerned expression shifting between him and his teammate, William chose to be the one to act.

Rising from his seat, the Swede let out a deep sigh, his eyes meeting yours in a heartfelt gaze. And without a word, he decided to be the one to walk away. He didn’t want to be the cause of your pain anymore, so he stepped down.

“Willy…” you softly gasped as your heart felt like it was being ripped out of your chest, a tear forming in the corner of your eye as you followed his movement.

You were on the verge of breaking, tears pressing on, yet you managed to focus on controlling your breathing. In the corner of your eye, you noticed Matthew’s intense stare as he watched your reaction, curious to see whether you would stop William or let him go.

And as it turned out, William walked out of the locker room, leaving you alone with Matthew.

Your heart pounded faster than ever before; palms sweaty as a tear trailed down your cheek. Breathing felt almost impossible in the moment, and your mind, soul, and body felt torn apart. You had never expected a heartbreak to hurt this much, and never had you expected it would be William to be the one to cause it.

The air felt thick, and though a small part of you felt relieved that now you didn’t have to make the hard choice between them, another part didn’t want that to be the case. So, without even consciously acknowledging your next move, you suddenly found yourself moving out of your frozen position and making your way with fast steps out of the locker room, following William.

“Willy, wait!” you heard yourself shout. But he didn’t stop. Instead, he just kept on walking, so you picked up your pace. “Willy, please!”

“What for?” he suddenly responded, halting in the middle of the corridor as he turned to face you. He didn’t shout, yet his facial expression conveyed signs of defeat and hurt.

“Because I don’t want you to leave…” you tried to argue, but it came out vague.

“Of course, you do, y/n… you can’t choose between me and Kniesy, so I’m deciding for you…”

“Willy,” you softly cried. “Please don’t do this…”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re too important to me…”

“That’s not enough, y/n… I promised I’d stay away if you didn’t feel anything for me, so that’s what I’m doing…”

You held your breath for a moment, torn between your emotions and rationality. “But I do feel something for you, Willy…” you admitted softly under your breath.

And in a swift motion, William's hands cupped your face, as he pressed his lips onto yours.

It was the familiar warmth coursing through your body as you felt his touch once again. The intoxicating sensation had your mind in bliss as his mouth melted with yours, lips moving in perfect sync as your hands instinctively reached to palm his chest.

Time seemed to stand still. The world stopped turning as you connected with the one who had captured your heart from the start. And though a part of you wanted to feel guilty for leaving Matthew in the locker room, it slowly washed away under William’s touch.

And as you then pulled apart to catch your breath, you shared a tender moment of gazing into each other's eyes. William's thumb gently wiped away the tear that trailed down your cheek before you managed to flash him a timid and soft smile.

“Please don’t leave…” you whispered.

“I won’t…” he spoke gently in return.

There was another moment of silence as you stayed connected. 

“I’m so sorry, Willy…”

“I know,” he simply responded, gently placing a kiss on your forehead before pulling you into a tight hug. Your body immediately responded to his, wrapping your arms around his warm body as you relished your re-found connection.

“I’m in love with you…” you sobbed into his shirt, tightening your arms around him.

William let out a deep sigh as he held you close, finally feeling the happiness that only you could bring him. But then, pulling back slightly, he looked down at you with a soft, concerned expression.

“But you’re in love with him too…” he stated softly, finally acknowledging the truth of the situation.

And you could only nod in response. “I am…”

#william nylander x matthew knies x reader #wn88 imagine #william nylander imagine #matthew knies imagine #william nylander smut #toronto maple leafs fic #nhl fanfiction #nhl hockey imagine #nhl hockey smut

[frogprinsen]

So in Season 1, during the intimate scene, we saw more than we need to because it was showcasing how we are invading their privacy by watching.

In Season 2, it faded to black after they closed the curtains because this moment is only for them and no one else should be able to watch them now.

Following this, I honestly expected that they wouldn’t have shown us more than they did in season 1 cause they did it before with a purpose BUT I WAS WRONG.

Now that I think about it, it’s completely fitting that they showed is these scenes explicitly and not just implied some of the things happening like in previous seasons. I thought it would’ve been for no reason to do so anymore but I completely went over the fact that this is how it is. THEY ARE PUBLIC NOW. Everything they do, there are people watching. They no longer have actual privacy, everyone will be able to see them and make comments and assumptions whether they want to or not.

And I think it’s just amazing how these intimate scenes are written based on the stages of their relationship.

#i’m really loving how much thought they put into every scene #nothing was done just for the sake of it #even the initiations from before which seemed like it was only for drama #but everything’s catching up and the consequences are there for each of these actions #alright im done rambling for now #i really have a lot to say but my mind’s not cooperating lol #tl;dr young royals truly is a masterpiece #young royals #yr s3 spoilers #wilmon

[mondaymelon]

₊⊹ 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞! | genshin males x gn!reader

「 "𝐡𝐞𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫!"」

— in which you give him chocolates before he attempts to give you his??

— fluff. highschool!au but built like a shoujo manga lmao ... happy valentine's day ~ ♡ another fic will be going out tomorrow :)

THOMA, albedo, ayato, alhaitham, childe, KAVEH, HEIZOU, VENTI, GAMING, CHONGYUN, KAZUHA, wriothesley, tighnari, freminet, lyney ♡

Calling yourself a "romantic" person would be quite a stretch.

Saying Valentine's was your favorite day of the year would be even worse.

Sure, sure, you'd heard plenty of things, from the nagging old man manning the grocery store, always red in the face from regular swigs of cheap liquor, or the seemingly never endless musings from your classmates, swooning and fainting every moment anyone, or more specifically, the leads starring in those dramas of theirs, did anything remotely affectionate.

Young, innocent love, while a splendid thing, for someone like you, your really only option was to endlessly pine after someone who would certainly not return your affections.

The recipient of such foolish affections? That much was obvious. What a rather hopeless person, you were.

At the very least, he seemed to enjoy your presence. A smile would adorn his lips, and he'd always meet your gaze with his familiar greeting of, "Good morning, did you sleep well?"

Fuck, you hated how such a simple line, questioning of your wellbeing, could tug at your heartstrings so effortlessly. The man was playing you like a fiddle, and a part of you didn't try to resist that.

So the moment February 14th rolled itself around, bearing promises of youthful laughter, baby cupids, hearts, and sweets, you tried not to pay heed to the extra weight of chocolates in your school bag.

Had you stayed up late making them just the right sweetness, making sure they were perfectly heart-shaped?

Yes. As stated previously, you were truly hopeless.

"Ah, good morning." Wow, look at you, taking the initiative to greet someone? Truly, a day of magic and wonder! You're almost jump scared at the sight of him in your classroom, just what the fuck was he doing here? He leaned against the doorway, looking terribly pretty in the morning lighting.

This was not doing wonders to your heart.

Upon seeing you, he straightened his posture, looking suspiciously sheepish with an extra non-characteristic, flusteredness on his features. "You're here early today."

"It's Valentine's." That's all you managed to sputter out with that tied tongue of yours.

"Yes, and?" He raised an eyebrow questioningly, not entirely convinced, and followed you to your seat like some sort of lost puppy.

Your brain raced to find a rationale he'd deem reasonable. "Uhm, ah... my friend... is planning to confess to a guy, so I had to come early and help her... set up the place she's planning to do so at?"

"I see... ah," His eyes lit up like he had thought of something. "Are you free after school? We should meet up afterward, so you can tell me how it went...?"

"Yes!" You responded a little too quickly, and cussing yourself out in you head, you corrected it. "Ahem- yes, I'd like that." The burning feeling that arose on your face was starting to become too prominent to ignore.

He didn't seem to pay it any mind, and instead beamed in a close-eyed smile. "Perfect. Then, I'll see you?" You were to bid him goodbye, but he ran off before you could even utter a sound, leaving you rather dumbfounded, blank-faced and still feeling the tingling warmth on your cheeks.

Holy shit, is this my chance?? You’d made chocolates on the eensiest, weensiest off chance that you might grow bold enough to hand it to him, even if under the pretense of “as friends”, but with the violent way your heart was pounding in your chest, you didn’t think avoidance would be an option.

Ahaha, you were making a mistake, weren’t you?

Only one way to find out.

The rest of the day went by as predicted. Fanatic screams and a wave of crazed people chasing after the more popular figures of the school, throwing boxes of chocolates and bouquets of roses... hey, wasn't this a safety hazard? There were other screams too - but not of excitement, but terror as a man was crushed and trampled under a wave of love-sick girls chasing after the popular boy in class 2-A.

You just hoped that he wouldn't sue the school. The place was already cutting enough corners when it came to the monstrosity of cafeteria food.

The bell rang, signaling your freedom, and you massaged your shoulders with a sigh. You'd survived, somehow. As you stepped out the door, a ding from your phone alerted you with a text, and as you lit up the screen, the corner of your lips unconsciously turned upwards into a soft smile.

hot guy <3 - don't forget.

hot guy <3 - ill be waiting for you

Stepping into his classroom, you scanned your surroundings for the familiar sight of the man. Low and behold, there he was, sat upon, presumably, his desk, and staring out the window like some main character. You walked over, trying your best to disregard the clamminess of your fingers - or more specifically, the hand that was holding your homemade chocolates hidden safely(?) away behind your back. His features brightened at the sight of you, and he swung his legs, ushering you over to share the view with him.

"Sorry, did you wait long?" You sheepishly grinned as he scooted to the side to give you space to sit down next to him. As you did so, you were made painfully aware of how his body was still pressed up against yours. “I almost got trampled on my way here, not a pretty sight.”

“...Pretty sight?” He echoed his words, tilting his head as he pondered, the slightest curve of a smile tugging at his lips. “You?”

“W-What? No, I-” You cleared your throat before he could say another word, trying to dispel the blush on your features. Naturally, you failed to do so. “What kind of things are you saying now? Just who’d you learn that from?”

“Haa? What do you mean, learned? I just said the truth, that’s all…”

God, he was so adorable. This man had definitely run off with your heart.

Now or never, you supposed. Standing upwards abruptly, you pulled out the heart-shaped box of chocolates you’d been hiding behind your back the entire time, visibly trembling as you held it outwards.

“Will you be my valentine?”

It took him the count of three to respond, his eyes round and doe-like. He blinked rapidly, and then his cheeks flushed - not with his usual cheeriness, but a red that definitely spoke of flusteredness. “H-Hey, that's no fair…”

“...What?” Damn, was this your rejection? You had expected as much, but-

“I was supposed to give you chocolates first, y’know…”

And just like that, the familiar boy before you reached beside him into the darkly lit space and pulled out his own box of chocolates, lightly colored and wrapped beautifully in shimmering golden ribbon. “It took me so long to do this, and yet…”

“Holyfuckingshitwhat.” The curses flew from your mouth, condensed into a single word. “W- H- Y-You… You got chocolates for me?”

Now this was a first. Seeing his cheeks and tips of his ears all rosy, and seeing him all kicked-puppy-like. He nodded slowly, “Mhm… But, this is good too!”

He likes me.

He likes me.

He likes me.

Hoooooly shit.

“Ah, oh no, I didn’t give you an answer, did I?” His usually soft eyes now filled with panic. “Don't tell me I'm too late, I’ll be your valentine!”

The chocolates, surely, would be sweet. But the sensation of your lips meeting his, the undeniable warmth he bestowed upon you — it was sweeter than anything. ♡

(a/n) lmao guess what. i got sick again. i was sick last month and i mfucking sick and dying again and the only thing saving me is shitty couhg medicine that doesn't even work and like expired coughdrops my couhgdrop supply is running low and oh god i don't THINK IM GOINNA MAKE IT-

hahah anyways remember when i said id come back. well . guess what. ive been working on original works for a while now, but the delulu has indeed returned ( for longer than a week this time, hopefully )

i did work on some stuff during my inactivity! the post will probably be out tomorrow, but please don't be upset if i push the date back :)

anyways whipped up this quick drabble so all of you could be well fed on valentines. remember that its okay to be single on this day, and that there are plenty of other people out there like you. there is no shame in being single, and i love every one of you ! mwah <33

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#★ ˎˊ˗ mondaymelon #astronetwrk #x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin imagines #genshin x you #genshin x reader #childe #alhaitham x reader #thoma x reader #albedo x reader #kaveh x reader #ayato x reader #heizou x reader #venti x reader #gaming x reader #childe x reader #chongyun x reader #kazuha x reader #wriothesley x reader #tighnari x reader #freminet x reader #lyney x reader #alhaitham #kaveh #valentines day #reader insert

[vikkirosko]

Hello. Can I request Mammon, Andrealphus, Ozzie (+ Fizz), Husk and Vox with sinner S/O, who can reader others auras (like Dawn from Total Drama) and could do this even as a human?

Headcanons Auras

🃏 Husk x Reader 🥃

You and Husk met at the hotel. You were one of the first guests there, and the only one who really believed that there was an opportunity to atone for sins. However, there was something else that seemed strange to others. You could read other people's auras

Your words about reading auras were like you could do magic. He didn't know how true your words were, but it reminded him of the time when he was alive. You didn't look like magicians who staged magic shows, but you were able to arouse his curiosity, so he, with quite real enthusiasm, asked you about your abilities, which turned out to be quite real

You told him that you could read auras seemingly from birth. Because of this, you used to have a lot of problems and you used to hide it. When you told him about it, you said you wanted to do something very important. Husk didn't immediately understand what you meant, but he quickly understood why you warned him, because the important thing was hugs. You hugged him, quietly telling him that you had noticed from your first meeting how sad his aura was

If there was someone else next to you, he would have pushed you away, but now you were alone, so he hesitantly hugged you back. He didn't admit that you seemed like a nice person to him, and now he wasn't ready to admit that his heart felt warm from your care. You saw how hard it was for him and sincerely wanted to support and help him. For Husk, who was used to numbing the pain of alcohol, it meant a lot

🖥 Vox x Reader 📱

You met Vox thanks to Velvet. You worked for her, often accompanying her and quite often helping Velvet. At first, Vox didn't pay attention to you, but he wondered why she kept you next to her. Velvet told him that one of the reasons was that he saw the auras of others

At first, Vox did not believe what Velvet told him, and at some point forgot about it completely. He remembered this when he came irritated to a meeting with Velvet and Valentino. They were both late, but you were in the room. Vox hid his irritation well, which only intensified, but you said that Velvet and Valentino would come very soon. When Vox told you that he didn't care at all, you told him that it wasn't true and that his aura spoke more honestly about him than his words

You could actually read the auras of others. It was with you even before your death and often helped you, both before and after death. Vox started taking you with him a lot, even if he wasn't planning on going anywhere. Velvet was initially outraged, because you were her subordinate, but over time she stopped worrying too much about it. You told Vox about auras, and over time your topics of conversation began to change. He was more interested in your personality than your ability to read auras, even though he considered it a useful skill

Vox himself did not notice how his interest in you began to have more than just a business character. He wanted to get to know you better. He wasn't ready to admit to himself or others that it was more than just an interest, but it wasn't as easy to hide it from you as it seemed to him

🦚 Andrealphus x Reader ❄️

Your acquaintance with Andrealphus was due to his sister. He was very surprised that she was communicating with an ordinary sinner. It could only mean that you stood out among them in some way, and that piqued his curiosity. Outwardly, you seemed like an ordinary sinner. You were quiet, calm, but you guessed the moods of the people around you with amazing accuracy. When Andrealphus asked you directly about this, you honestly told him that you can read other people's auras

At first, your words seemed to him nonsense, but when you said something about him that even his sister did not know, he became convinced that you really were different from other sinners. He was trying to find out who you made a deal with in exchange for your power, but as you said yourself, it was from birth. Even when you were alive, you could read other people's auras, even though you had to hide it for your own safety. Andrealphus was wondering what other secrets you kept and how else your ability could help

Andrealphus gave you a job to make sure that your power would not be used against him. Sometimes you seemed strange to him, but over time you began to communicate. Sometimes he thought that if you had been born in Hell, he would have turned his attention to you long ago, but better late than never

Andrealphus hid the feelings he started to have for you. It wasn't something he was willing to reveal even to you, which was directly related to his feelings. He saw how you became more open towards him and your relationship became better. He intended to tell you about his feelings, but not anytime soon, he wasn't ready to admit that he had feelings for a sinner

🎪 Fizzarolli x Reader x Asmodeus 💕

You met Fizzarolli before his career began. You were a friendly and gentle sinner who perfectly guessed the moods of others. You were there for Fizzarolli even after he was injured and you met Asmodeus together. He was one of the first people you had a hard time understanding

Only after a while did you tell them both your secret, which you could only entrust to them, the two whom you trusted and whom you loved. You could read people's auras. This ability was with you back when you were alive and you didn't know where this ability came from, but you used it to simplify your life, and even in Hell this ability remained with you. You could easily read the auras of other sinners, you could read the auras of the hellborn, but it was very difficult for you to read Asmodeus' aura and you did not understand the reason. They both listened to you, but their opinion of you didn't get any worse, to your relief

Ozzie offered to try to develop your new skills, seeing potential in them, but he did not force you, reminding you to focus on your sense of comfort, because he sincerely loved you and did not want you to force yourself to do anything. Ozzie and Fizz supported you when you began to develop your abilities, under the strict guidance of Asmodeus, and you supported them and took care of both of them

You didn't use your ability on purpose, because for you to see other people's auras was as natural as breathing, which they both knew. Asmodeus and Fizzarolli didn't consider your abilities to be something that they should have started treating you differently. For them, you were still the same (Y/N), and that wouldn't have changed even if reading auras wasn't the only thing you hid from them

🤡 Mammon x Reader 💰

Mammon found out about you through rumors. He heard that there was a sinner in Hell who had the strange power to read other people's minds. Even in Hell, this was not so easy to meet, and Mammon saw this as a benefit for himself. He decided to use this ability and arranged your meeting for this, but you turned out to be not what he expected. You were kind and attentive to others, but more importantly, you couldn't read minds, you could read other people's auras

Mammon hired you anyway and it took you a while to explain to him how your skill works. You told him that you didn't get this skill in Hell. You were born with this skill and didn't know where you got this ability from. For you, reading other people's auras was as natural as breathing. You told him about other people's auras and what the colors of the auras meant. You've become something like his assistant

Over time, Mammon became attached to you. You were the one who always listened to him and by one look at him you understood what kind of emotions he was experiencing, although it was more difficult to read his aura than the auras of sinners. Mammon boldly called you his friend and you didn't argue with that, even when you noticed that he began to feel more than friendly feelings for you

Working for Mammon was a big leap up for you, but you weren't going to use it. Your friendliness towards him was sincere and you hoped that you would be able to see his sincerity someday, not only in his aura, but also in his actions

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel headcanons #Helluva Boss #Helluva Boss x Reader #Helluva Boss headcanons #Husk #Husk x Reader #Vox #Vox x Reader #Andrealphus #Andrealphus x Reader #Asmodeus #Asmodeus x Reader #Fizzarolli #Fizzarolli x Reader #Mammon #Mammon x Reader

[galazry]

Do you really view me as your older brother?

pairing: big brother's bestfriend!Wanderer x gn!reader genre: modern au, fluff content: he's your big brother's best friend who you may or may not have a crush on, but it seems like he only views you as a little kid... word count: 512 a/n: based on the CN Drama "Hidden Love" episode 15. there's also an animation for this! and... maybe there's a surprise underneath as well ;) also i know Wanderer is inazuman so let's pretend the reader is of Li Yue descent, okay? 😁

"[Y/N], here for you. Make sure you study hard for your exams, alright?"

"Mm... okay 哥哥."

Wanderer is your older brother's best friend, who you refer as 哥哥(older brother). Over the years, you've grown attached to him, harbouring an innocent crush on the man who has a 5 year gap with you. You did everything you could to get his attention and stay close to him, even planning to enroll in a college in his hometown. Although, as time went on, it seemed that Wanderer only viewed you as a little kid, occasionally calling you 小朋友(kiddo), and nothing more.

With that in mind, you decided to move on from him, doing all you could to avoid any interaction with him. It became all the more easier to avoid him when he graduated and moved back to his home town.

Although fate had a different plan in mind.

You still enrolled in the college in his hometown though to your luck, you never did once met him. Until one day, as you were out partying with your friends, you stumbled upon your darling 哥哥. As if nothing had changed between you both, he teased you asking why you had been ignoring all his text and has never even once called him. You only gave an excuse of being busy as your answer, which he didn't really take. Even so, Wanderer lets that slide.

He was actually really glad to see a familiar face in his hometown. Unbeknowst to you, he actually didn't have anybody there and is oblidged to stay to settle a certain debt. From then on, he continued to pester and tease you, and looking out for you like he always does.

As the days go by, even though you initially wanted to move on from him, it was getting harder to do so as you both constantly meet up. Little by little, your feelings for him resurface. Though it seemed like he still treats you like a little kid, even when you're a legal adult attending college.

Who knew that after one eventful day, he suddenly grew feelings for you, his best friend's younger sibling.

On the day of your birthday, Wanderer had invited you to his home, celebrating your special day on the rooftop together. As you both enjoyed the city night lights, a gentle breeze blew as he asked you a question.

"You always call me 哥哥 (older brother). Do you really view me as your brother?"

You were a bit taken aback by the sudden question. Avoiding his gaze, you fiddled with the fork in hand. All these years, even though you've sworn to forget about your innocent crush towards him, all the repressed feelings came back full force. Despite that, it wasn't like you were going to confess that you have feelings for him...

"Of course, I do consider you my brother."

Silence then enveloped you both, only the sound of running cars in the distance accompanied in the background. Before you could get another word out, Wanderer then exhales softly, before saying...

#gala writes #gala's art #wanderer #wanderer x you #wanderer x reader #wanderer x y/n #wanderer fluff #wanderer x reader fluff #wanderer x you fluff #wanderer x y/n fluff #genshin impact #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact x reader fluff #genshin impact imagines #genshin x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x reader fluff #kabukimono #kabukimono fluff #kabukimono x reader #kabukimono x y/n #kabukimono x reader fluff

[campbell-rose]

Hazbin Trailer + Rewrite Spitballing

The Hazbin Trailer omg

I finally watched it and like... it's so bad guys. Honestly, the only people I pity are the animators and the pilot voice actors, and the new actors too. Blake Roman especially, the man is super talented, but trying to fill the massive shoes of Michael is weighing his performance down so bad. Honestly, if Viv wasn't a petty brat, she could've kept Michael and gotten Blake as the singing voice.

Apparently there's a war on Heaven plot? I hope to god not, like that's NOT THE PREMISE. God Viv just cannot stick to her premises, can she? This happened with Zoophobia, initially it seemed like it was going to follow Cameron but slowly lost focus on her. Then Helluva Boss losing the hired assassin plot for the sake of shitty Stolitz drama. Seems redeeming sinners is going to be a side plot which is unfortunate because that was one of the biggest things i wanted from this show. I remember when i used to love Vivziepop and i got so excited for the pilot of Hazbin. Redeeming sinneers, that sounded so cool. It's what got me into demonology and was a big part of my life. Sad to see this happen.

I genuinely hate the stupid trope of heaven, the place that is literally paradise for good people, being bad. Like, i cannot feasibly imagine a universe in which Viv manages to write that in any compelling way. And why is it just ‘heaven bad’??? This could be an interesting story that discusses the nature of good and bad, talks about what makes someone a good person, should people be given redemption if they already blew their chance, is the definition of 'good' wrong? Like, in the hands of competent writers, Hazbin could be an interesting story, like a Walmart Good Place! But no, heaven bad, let's go kill angels that say fuck.

Like, as an example of my above point, let’s look at a familiar face from Helluva Boss, Mrs. Mayberry. 

She killed someone, tried to kill someone, then herself, and is now in hell. But a good question could be raised of if her being in hell is even justified. Yes, she killed a person (and attempted to kill another) which is not a good thing to do. But she killed her husband in a fit of rage after seeing him cheating on her – like actively, red handed, balls deep cheating on her. From what we see of her before her death, she seems like an attentive and caring teacher and wife, she even says herself she was ‘good my entire life’. Her students love her, and literally the reason she kills herself seems to be because she realizes that they saw her literally murder someone. She did choke and throw a child, but that was played for comedy so I'm not counting that against her. She kills herself because she’s so shocked about what she’s done. She’s bitter because she’s in hell.  

Her husband was a cheater and the woman she tried to kill was a murderer and a cannibal, so by that logic, doesn’t her killing a bad person negate the killing? Yes, murder is bad, she should’ve controlled herself, but this was one terrible moment in a lifetime of being good. Like, say someone kills a pedobear, is the person commiting the murder a bad person for killing someone who deserved it? Not that her husband deserved to die for cheating, a good beat down maybe. If a good person kills a bad person, does that make them a bad person too? Or does it come down to intention? Did the good only kill the bad for a selfish reason?

That’s an interesting conundrum (in my opinion). Does she deserve to redeem herself? How would she redeem herself? If I keep thinking on it, i'll ramble, but that's my thinking. Anyway, this made me think about a rewrite that follows this line of thinking.

I’ve come to the conclusion that Charlie being an angel and Vaggie being her Exterminator guard who goes with her to hell to redeem sinners is the best way to make this mess an interesting thing. Like, Charlie is an optimistic angel who thinks the extermination of sinners is inhumane and that the standards of Heaven need changed. Vaggie is literally trained to kill sinners and sees Charlie’s efforts as futile but is assigned to help her anyway. Makes sense why everyone would disrespect Charlie and treat her like an idiot for wanting to redeem sinners, instead of insulting the daughter of FUCKING LUCIFER HIMSELF, they’re laughing at an angel who came down out of nowhere and is acting high and mighty.

Also, Charlie can keep the name Charlie Magne instead of Morningstar because she's no longer Lucifer's daughter. Vaggie is just V. boom, problem solved, i'm a genius.

Have a doodle

#anti vivziepop #vivziepop critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel redesign #sorry for the ramble #i just like exploring actual interesting things in writing

[hello-vampire-kitty]

Servamp chapter 136 spoilers

I only read the chapter once so I haven't understood some parts because I haven't looked up the meaning of some words, that's what I'll do when I get to properly translate the chapter, but in the meantime, I'm just going over a few pages so you can get an idea of what's going on.

Oh my God, this chapter reveled so much!

I haven't talked about this, because I still have a few chapters to work on, but the previous one ended with Lily saying that everything was done in order to make the revived Count become the 9th Servamp with Mikuni as his Eve.

If that's the plan, could it mean that Mikuni will break his contract with Jeje or will it be possible to also keep him too?

Lily reveals to Misono that initially he wanted to put Kuro in Mikuni's path, but that would have been a great risk if Tsubaki went after Kuro, so instead he chose Mahiru.

"As someone from a family of magicians that could be easily monitored and who didn't posses the combat skills of a magician...And most of all, he was the son of a certain man"

Lily tells Misono about Touma being Mahiru's father, who was a hindrance because Touma was close to the realization of the Count's reincarnation. Lily thought that if Tsubaki would target Mahiru, Touma would be dealt with if he tried protecting Mahiru.

Lily didn't think that Touma would try shooting his son, but he was wrong.

"Love is the most difficult to read."

Lily tells Misono about his mother and what we knew about her was a lie. To start off her name was Tatsunami Hokaze which is so weird and perhaps it was a mistake because it happened before that some character's name were misspelled, like it happened with Pisca (it was even brought up by Tanaka on Twitter) and I recall one time where Tsurugi's name was written Rurugi xD

So, I looked up Hokaze (歩風) and it seems to be a boy's name and I have found the readings Ayuka or Honoka for girl names, so maybe one of those is actually her name?

Well, if it won't be mentioned by Tanaka if it was a misspelling, for now she will be called Hokaze.

Moving on, I noticed that in the first panel on the left, if you look closely at the book she's holding, it most likely "Jane Eyre" written on the cover, so we have a literary work that's associated with her.

Alright, so she was one of the orphans Lily brought to the Alicein house, like Dodo and Mitsuki.

Lily described her as ambitious woman and he encouraged her to get into Mikado's good graces. If she became his mistress, she could control him from the shadows.

The letters from his mother that Misono read were censored by Mikuni and crafted a beautiful story. In Japanese it specifically says検閲 which means censorship, so that seems to imply that he didn't fabricate the letters entirely, some things that were written in them might have been left unchanged.

Poor Misono :((

Man, the drama of this family...

So, we get to see Lily's past and I'm assuming (because it doesn't say) that he was selling his body? That's the impression I get from that image with the old guy who's giving him money...

Alright, moving on to Kuro's fight against Tsubaki!

It's awesome how Kuro made the candlestick into a sword! It looks cool!

Tsubaki says that demon Kuro was apparently sensei's "something", that he called things such as friend or brother and the demon was sort of like a familiar.

Kuro wants to hear from Tsubaki why is he obsessed with the Count, but Tsubaki isn't reluctant to tell him.

Kuro uses "Elpsis" to try looking into his memories and it's so cool that he can use Mahiru's ability, like he even changed the sword into a staff like Mahiru's!

Tsubaki had a little sister :(

So, apparently the reason he wanted to revive sensei isn't because he cared about him. He wants the ritual to be fulfilled because he awaits what comes after. Tsubaki made a promise with sensei, the latter telling him that he would make his little sister happy.

What could that mean? If she's dead, could it mean that he will bring her to life? It doesn't mention what happened to her...

Oh boy, so, I feel sorry for Misono because of how much he was deceived and we also find out that Tsubaki wasn't actually looking forward to be reunited with sensei because they had a deep bond or something, he even admits in this chapter that he's probably just a means to sensei's objective to be united with Kuro, because sensei was only interested in him.

So yeah, that's about it. I want to end the post by saying that I thank you for the patience with the scanlations, I still have three more chapters to finish until I start working on this one.

#servamp #omg the stuff that were revealed in this chapter #the lies! #lily and tsubaki backstories! #oh my god!

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Hiii I was reading some fica about minnie and seventeen, I wanted to know if u could write a wonwoo and minnie smut? Just the two of them? Preferably a fluffy smut or something but it’s up to you.

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a/n: HIII!! This chapter is looooong overdue and I’m sorry it took so long!! But I hope you and everyone else enjoys it🫶🏼 thank you for the request, I really enjoyed writing this and I know how many of you guys love Wonnie, so I hope you’ll like it ˙ᵕ˙

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warnings – smuuuut, but fluffy ˙ᵕ˙, the slightest amount of cursing, we all know how Wonwoo is with curse words😂

Tangled (18+) 🌷 Minnie

A heavy huff fell from Minnie's lips as her head was still dangling from the couch cushions, her legs thrown over the backrest. Even though the girl was seeing the world upside down, her eyes were still glued to the TV in front of her, but her attention was most certainly not in the room with her. After weeks of a non-stop, 24/7 filled and busy schedule, the sudden break hit her like a wall - never would she ever be ungrateful for some time off, but how could someone go from doing everything all the time to doing nothing at all?

Her members didn't seem to have the same problem as her. Most would meet up with other friends who were free, others, like Woozi and Hoshi, didn't even have the words 'time off' in their vocabulary, and you would always be able to find them in either a studio or the dance practice room. And some, like Vernon or Jeonghan, decided to pay their parents and siblings a quick visit. The reminder of this made Minnie almost groan out loud, regretting not taking the train to Daegu two days before to be able to spend a few days more with the Choi family. No, she rather decided to stay at home with her roommates, initially hoping that she would get to sleep in, eat some good food, and finally catch up on some of the TV Shows she had been pushing back.

But here she was, the clock reading 14:29, with her up since 8 a.m., Mingyu somewhere out, probably at the gym, while the other rapper was still in a deep slumber Minnie could only dream of. She didn't even remember what she had put on to watch, probably a K-Drama her friends had told her about. Even her phone had become uninteresting. She had thought about doing a live to interact with Carats, but at this moment, she couldn't pull herself up to do anything other than lying down.

With her attention somewhere far away and her eyes not focused on a specific spot in the room, the female idol didn't notice the familiar heavy footsteps entering the living room.

With a cough, Wonwoo made himself known. He stopped in his tracks once his eyes fell on Minnie. "Are you okay? What are you doing?"

She turned her head to the right, her eyebrows scrunched together. "D'you know that feeling when...," she sighed. "Even doing nothing is exhausting?"

The rapper chuckled, his deep voice echoing through the newly furnished room. "What?"

Minnie groaned out loud. "I'm so bored!"

Wonwoo got closer to the girl to place his phone on the coffee table before looking down at her with his hands in his pocket. The girl's freshly dyed hair was grazing the floor, which she would definitely talk about later, her outfit only a pair of biker shorts and a black sweater she had clearly stolen from his wardrobe - 'what's yours is also mine', she'd always tell him. Even in this state, his eyes held so much love and adoration for her. This is how he loved to see her the most - no make-up, no fancy dress up, nothing more but some inside clothing and her hair slowly settling down throughout the day after waking up with a bedhead. 

"If you're so bored, play a game or... read something-"

"But that's exhausting!" She argued back not even letting him finish. Another chuckle, followed by a shake of his head.

"So, you're bored because you're not doing anything, but you also don't want to do anything because that would exhaust you?"

With a tight smile, Minnie nodded, looking up at her partner. "Exactly. See, you get me."

"I actually don't," Wonwoo confessed as he crouched down, his hand reaching out to graze his fingers over the softness of her cheek. "You want something to eat?"

Minnie's eyes were travelling from his hair that was lazily laying flat on top of his head, relaxed from not having it styled for the third day in a row to the silver glasses she had told him she loved so much were low on the bridge of his nose. She noticed the grey sweatpants he had put on after waking up, along with a white shirt she remembered wearing only a week before.

"No, I'm not hungry," her hand found his, placing it right on top, her thumb running slowly up and down his skin. "But you can make yourself something."

He shook his head and answered her with the same words she had given him. With a sigh, Wonwoo pushed himself up again, his hand now intertwined with hers as he sat down right next to her on the couch. "Come on up," he told her, getting a groan from the girl in response after he tried to pull her up but she fought against it.

"Noooo," she whined. "It's so comfortable right now."

"You said it's exhausting. And all the blood going into your head can't be good for you, come on." With a bit more strength, the '96 Liner managed to pull Minnie up, not letting go of her hand until he placed it on her shoulder, and she scooched around and got her legs off the backrest. After feeling another slight tug towards his figure, she the girl moved over to throw each one of her legs around his hips, settling down onto his lap, her cheek squished up against his chest while her arms came down to his sides. She knew she had found a new, much more comfortable position, once Wonwoo shifted his pelvis forward and she could feel his strong bicep around her torso. The palms of his hands had found their way underneath her shirt, the skin-to-skin contact making her sigh and relief.

"What are you watching?" The rapper wondered, leaning to the side to snatch the remote that was a little further away from them.

Minnie turned around to take a quick look at the TV, reminding herself of what was playing. "Oh- I don't know," she got comfortable against his chest once again. "A drama one of my friends recommended."

"Which friend?"

"Natalia." Minnie had closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of Wonwoo's torso gently lifting with each breath he took.

The '96 Liner clicked out of the show playing on their shared Netflix account, knowing that she would probably want to watch it at some other time when she was actually able to pay full attention to it.

"She's watching Korean dramas now?"

Minnie nodded. "Ever since I recommended Crashlanding On You to her. And Youth Over Flowers, but that was too old for her."

"Too old?" Wonwoo exclaimed in shock. "It's a classic. It doesn't matter how old it is."

A chuckle from the girl made her shake softly. "I know, but she prefers stuff like True Beauty or something like that."

The male idol scoffed, his hand running up and down her back, not even surprised by the lack of the added fabric of a bra since he knew she never wore one in the comfort of their own home.

The couple spent a good few minutes in silence, the clicking sound of the remote being the only sound bouncing off the walls while each enjoying the warmth their bodies were creating. Wonwoo's fingers were tracing invisible lines on her skin, sending soft shivers through the female's body.

Minnie sighed, her tone as relaxed as it could possibly be. "You're gonna make me fall asleep," she whispered, knowing he could understand her while being so close.

A deep chuckle made his chest vibrate, his deep voice only adding to the comforting scene playing out. "Maybe that's a good thing. You probably didn't sleep enough anyway."

"Don't criticise my sleeping habits." The girl shifted slightly, so her cheek was more up against his shoulder, now being able to look up at her boyfriend.

The subtle change in position made Wonwoo look down, a soft grin making his lips curl up as he gazed at Minnie's eye fluttering close. His hand left her back and came up to brush over her hair.

"I'll always comment on them, you know-"

"You don't like them, I know, I know." She finished his comment, making both of the idols grin.

Slowly, the '96 Liner leaned in, to not catch the girl off guard, as he let his lips brush against hers, waiting just a second for her to lift her head only a bit, making their lips touch fully. Both were grinning into each others' mouths as they shared a lazy, yet soft kiss. Wonwoo placed his thumb on her chin, keeping her from moving away from him. Instead of a full-blown makeout session, the couple was pecking each other, each kiss sweeter than the one before.

Minnie didn't notice that the rapper had changed what was playing on the TV, only when the voices she had known all too well were ringing through her ears, did her attention switch. Her head snapped to look behind her, Wonwoo's fingers still in the same position, only without her face in his grasp.

"Oh, you put on Tangled?"

His arms around her tightened, pulling her in the little bit closer that he could, her chest again pushed against his. With his head hidden in her neck, he hummed against her skin, making the female idol chuckle, her hands coming up to run through his dark locks.

"You smell good," he mumbled, soft kisses now decorating her neck, almost making her sigh in pleasure and bliss. He lifted his head back up to look at her, their faces close enough to let their noses touch as Minnie continued to brush her fingers through his hair.

"Mm," she nodded slightly in return. "Thank you. I found a new perfume I wanted to try out."

"I like it," Wonwoo told her, leaning back into the couch cushions, pulling the girl with him.

Even with one of her favourite movies playing in the background, Minnie found the comfort of his body against hers much more interesting and important. She snuggled closely into him, close to forgetting what was happening behind her if it wasn't for the TV reflection in Wonwoo's glasses. Her eyes ran over the man's entire face, taking in each inch of his features as if she hadn't been admiring them for years and months already. Subconsciously, she let her finger glide over his jaw, down to his chin, and up to his bottom lip. Without a word, the '96 Liner took her hand into his, raising it slightly so he could place a loving kiss onto her palm before putting it down to his chest again, making sure to pat the back of her hand two times.

Wonwoo didn't give her much time to do anything else before he engulfed her cheek into his now much warmer hand, tilting her head up to lean back down and go back to what they were doing only a slight bit ago. His mouth was only opening up slightly, keeping the moment comfortable and relaxing, making Minnie do the exact same.

Her fingers had started drawing indiscernible patterns on the shirt covering his chest, which even with all the hours spent in the gym, and the muscle building up underneath, was still soft enough to lay on.

The rapper pulled back just a millimetre, his lips still ghosting over hers, grazing her soft mouth with each word he spoke. "I thought you were exhausted."

Minnie couldn't control biting down on her lip, not breaking eye contact with the man in front of her. "I am," she lazily answered him, already leaning in again to continue the soft exchange of pecks. With a smile, Wonwoo reacted to her want, gladly placing his mouth on hers while his hand found its way onto her upper thigh, going up and down over the fabric of her biker shorts. But he only let her have that moment for a few more seconds, before pulling back again, almost making her groan.

"You think I don't feel your squirming around?" Minnie stopped as she got called out. The girl didn't even realise it, but she had slowly but surely started moving her hips forward, rubbing herself against the fabrics separating the couple from direct skin contact. But what must've made her body continue the motions was the hardening surface underneath her - and she knew damn well exactly what it was. A shy smirk formed on her lips as she looked up into the darkening gaze of her boyfriend. Instead of answering him verbally, her hands interlocked behind his neck to pull him into her. The sudden kiss was more forceful than the ones they had shared before. They moved each other's mouths against one another, both still able to read the wanting and desperation of the person in front of them. Just as Minnie's hands unlocked and travelled to Wonwoo's cheeks, the man leaned his head back, leaving her lips cold once again.

"Mingyu-," The girl didn't stop kissing his mouth, making him chuckle. "Mingyu-," another interruption. "Could be back any second." His lips moved against hers as he muttered.

Dreamily, she let her finger mindlessly travel across his cheek, gliding it over his now much brighter pinked lips with a smile on her lips. "That hasn't stopped you before..."

A heavy breath tumbled from his mouth as he looked down at her hand that was now moving around on his chest, going lower and lower, teasingly slow.

With a grin, Minnie sat herself up straighter, both underarms propped up on his shoulder, her fingers starting to play with the short hair on the back of his neck. Wonwoo's hands mindlessly found their way to her hips, a place they had already become so accustomed to.

Their gazes met. The only thing they could do was to grin at each other, knowing damn well what the other person was thinking. A giggle made the girl lean forward, her forehead resting on his left broad shoulder. Just a second later, his hand tangled underneath her hair, holding onto it by the back of her head, pulling her back gently to meet her eyes and with just another smirk, he leaned back into her. 

Minnie let the moan escape as he pressed himself hard against her, lust dripping from his lips, mixing with her own. The movie in the background was long forgotten, the sound of their mouths and spit, together with their heavier breathing filling their ears.

Their bodies started rocking against each other, each of their rushed heartbeats making them move, creating friction between their clothed cores and chests.

Wonwoo's fingers let go of her hair, gliding down her skin to stop on the side of her neck, holding onto her right there. His thumb brushed over her jawline, petting her skin as he opened his mouth just a slight bit more to gently let his tongue tickle her rose lips. A delicate tighten of his hand made the girl open her mouth for a moan, giving him the perfect opportunity to let his tongue travel further. She welcomed him with her own warm tongue, letting it slide over his, getting a heavy breath from him in return as she had also let her hands travel lower, drawing along his abs over the white shirt he was wearing.

The rapper joined her actions, his palms running down her back, over her ass, and down her legs. He stopped at the naked flesh, thanks to her way-too-short biker shorts, and waited for the right time for his next move. His lips left hers to move onto her neck while directing her with his body. Wonwoo leaned forward, taking her with him as he held onto the back of her thighs, moving to his left to lay her down on her back with him hovering above her, going back to kissing her lips.

Just as the tips of his fingers trailed down lower, playing with the seem of the shorts around her legs, Minnie caught him off guard as she snapped her head to the left, followed by a gasp, her eyes now fixed on the TV. The '96 Liner followed her line of sight, sighing softly as he saw the reason for her reaction. One of her favourite scenes of the movie was playing. He shook his head with a chuckle. He should've known better than to put on Tangled...

His deep voice made Minnie turn back to him, her lips curled up. "I'm sorry," she giggled. "I really like this scene."

With a grunt, Wonwoo let himself get comfortable behind her, propped up to continue hovering slightly above her. "No, no, it's fine," he sighed. "This seems much more interesting than what we were doing, I guess."

"Oh, stop!" The girl turned around to slap his chest with a chuckle. The rapper took the opportunity to grasp her chin again, holding her still to place another few kisses on her lips. Minnie smiled into each touch, kissing him back just right. But Wonwoo got to enjoy this moment only for a short bit as she switched her attention once again.

"This scene is really really good though." She pointed at the TV. Another low chuckle tumbled from his lips, his forehead touching her head while his hand was rubbing her stomach. He shuffled down a slight bit, now at the perfect height to kiss her neck.

"Alright," he mumbled against her skin, his palm riding up underneath her, his, sweater to touch her naked skin.

With the lazy kisses making the hair on Minnie's arms spike up, she leaned back into his touch while his hand kept still on her stomach. With a smile, she turned her head,

"You're not gonna let me watch the scene in peace?"

Wonwoo looked at her slightly confused before he realised the curl of her lips, making him chuckle as he leaned in closer to her.

"Do you want me to stop?" To which the '97 Liner only shook her head, her hand quickly on the back of his neck to pull him in. Not only did he go back to kissing her lips, but also her forehead, her cheeks, until he reached her neck again.

"You can continue watching the movie if you want to," he muttered.

Minnie moaned softly with a chuckle. "No, it's okay." Yanking him back up. Just as her mouth opened up wider, making room for his and her tongue to go back to intertwining, the girl also opened her legs after a gentle push with Wonwoo's hand told her to do so. Swiftly, he switched positions again, now right in between her legs, his hand back underneath her sweater, tracing the sides of her torso teasingly slow. The female idol had crossed her ankles around his hips and her wrists around his neck to keep him as close as possible, not wanting to be left alone from his touch for even a second.

Feeling the eagerness almost spilling out of her, a heavy breath erupting from her each time he got close enough to her core to touch it with his pelvis. Wonwoo let his fingers play with the hem of her shorts, getting the messages once she lifted her hips without having to be told. Slower than expected, he only pulled them down a bit, his entire body moving down to join his hands. Gentle kisses trailed down Minnie's neck as she supported his action with her fingers in his hair. Her sweater was pushed up a bit, giving him just a slight peek of her pelvis, the perfect spot to let his lips glide over.

A kiss on the right side, a kiss in the middle, a kiss on the left. Right above her belly button, right below her belly button, and down... a little bit lower... and a little bit more, right until he hit her underwear. Shaky breaths were the only things that filled Wonwoo's ears as he moved onto her left leg, a big grin plastered on his face. 

The rapper pulled the shorts lower for him to have access to more skin of her, starting to kiss her legs right where her underwear ended, getting another shiver in return. Minnie's eyes were trained on every inch he moved, following his gaze that travelled all over her body, almost in awe of his soft touches. Both of his hands wrapped around her ankles to pull them up and place her legs against his shoulders before dragging the shorts further. Right before they reached her feet, he grabbed them with one hand only and pulled them off completely, his other hand following by taking her right leg and placing it on the other side of him, so he was back in between her legs - his second favourite place in the world.

He stayed where he was, only lowering his upper body to be back face to face with her pelvis again. The girl's black underwear was the only thing keeping him from where he wanted to be, and she needed him the most. And the tug on his hair told him just how much she truly needed him.

"I told you to focus on the movie," Minnie felt his lips on the inside of her thighs, making her squirm up and wanting to move if it wasn't for his hands on her hips keeping her still.

She let her fingers brush through his locks, making him look up and if she had been honest with herself... his sharp eyes, looking up at her like that... right above her aching core... could've made her almost come right then and there.

"And I told you I don't want you to stop."

With a gentle smile, Wonwoo brought himself up to be face-to-face with her, his finger trailing down the side of her face, brushing some of her hair out of her face. 

"And I won't," he whispered, placing a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. "I promise." And another right on her lips.

"Good," Minnie giggled, her palm engulfing his cheek to keep him in place even if it was for just a moment before he leaned back. With the added space in between the couple, the girl was able to reach out, her fingers finding the frame of his black glasses, pinching the sides to pull them off the handsome face of her partner. As she put the frames on the coffee table to the side, Wonwoo got rid of the white shirt that had been covering too much skin.

Without shame, Minnie's eyes raked over his naked torso, taking in the chest that had become only more and more toned over the past few months of his intense workout sessions, as well as his abs, that used to be a six-pack, now representing more of an eight-pack. Her right hand brushed over the left side of his chest, up to his shoulder, until she reached his neck to pull him down. 

The girl arched her back to meet him almost halfway, only to be pressed down into the cushions again by Wonwoo's hand on her side. His soft lips moved against hers, not biting down on her lower lip as he sometimes enjoyed to do, but deciding to keep the heat of the moment loving and natural, rather than their sometimes too-hot-for-heaven sessions. His palm touched every inch of the side of her body as he let it travel down to the rim of her underwear. His fingers played around with the thin strap of material hugging her leg and hip, only teasing her even more. Minnie's fingers were tightening their grip on Wonwoo's head of dark hair with every touch that he got closer to her heat.

His touch slid over the hem of her underwear, the elastic suddenly feeling way too tight on her skin. The tip of his middle finger followed a trail down the middle of the fabric until he found the growing wet spot right by her hole. A deep shudder rushed through Minnie as she gasped once Wonwoo pressed down, his fingers putting pressure on her clit. Her head fell back, making the rapper use the opportunity to focus on her open neck, just waiting to be covered in his lips again. He let his hand move on its own, his middle and ring finger rubbing circles through her underwear, getting sigh after sigh out of the girl. His left hand was still tightly on her hip, keeping her in place while her palms were on his shoulders, his chest, his hair - anywhere she could possibly put them. The moment he decided to let his finger finally dip underneath the undergarment, the girl's back arched up high, a loud whine dripping from her lips.

His soft fingertips were oh so gently as they moved against her clit, gathering some of her slick onto them before spreading it, adding to the friction and intensity of her pleasure. Right away, just like he always does, the '96 Liner curled his fingers up, getting another moan in return, making him smirk proudly. Slowly, he pushed his fingers in and out, keeping the form to make sure he would graze just the right spot inside of her. Her nails had started to dig into the muscles of his upper arms, almost making him hiss if it wasn't for the delight it was bringing him.

Holding herself back from moaning too loudly, Minnie took Wonwoo's face in both of her hands, yanking him into a deep kiss, breathing heavily into his mouth as he entered her with two of his fingers. The girl's underwear was still constricting him too much for what he wanted to do, so he released himself from her grip, leaning back to pull his hand out, only to get rid of the, currently very annoying, piece of clothing. Not even thinking about coming back up to face her, he dipped right down, getting comfortable as his hand held onto her thighs, his lips teasing the inner sides of them. Minnie propped her legs up, her feet pressing into the cushions as she sighed out loud, praying to whoever was up there to finally get the relief she was begging for with the sweet sounds of her whines. Somebody must've heard as Wonwoo changed the direction of his kisses, getting closer to her slit. A deep and heavy sigh echoed through the room right as he placed the first kiss right on her clit, not wasting another second before his tongue glided over it. Running circles and miscellaneous figures on it, spending a few moments focused on the centre of her nerves, getting supported by Minnie's fingers tightening around his hair and her hips lifting to meet his touch. The girl's head bored into the cushion as she dared to look down, finding him focused on her pleasure, his tongue moving skilfully, his lips pucked to suck on her clit, sending another wave of pleasure that made her moan out loud. The gentleness of his love was almost painful, making her want to beg him to go faster while also wanting to enjoy scenes like this. She brushed through his hair, one whine after another filling their ears. When Wonwoo dared to look up, his eyes met hers. His lips curled up, making her grin, moaning again as he took the moment to go down just a bit lower, his tongue sliding inside of her. A long lick until up to the top before his fingers were inside of her and his tongue could focus back on her clit, knowing that this would eventually tip her over the edge.

As soon as the tips of his fingers touched the ruffled surface inside of her and he pressed his tongue firmly on her clit, her fingers pulled just quickly at his hair, getting a groan from him in return.

She whined out his name into the room, her hips bucking up, only for him to push her down again with a soft chuckle, amused by her reactions, knowing he could never get tired of the things he was able to make her do. The hums of pleasure coming from him vibrated against her, adding to the pleasure she was experiencing. Even after months of repeatedly feeling his hands and mouth on every inch of her body, her reactions would still always be the same - never could she ever get used to what he was able to do with her. And she would never take it for granted.

The sound of his lips moving against her core was almost pornographic, even in a lazy scene like this, on the couch, both comfortable and just needy for some relief

Minnie had subconsciously started thrusting her hips along with the movements of his fingers in and out of her. His lips were switching between sucking and kissing. Wonwoo's tongue took its time whenever it touched her clit, licking it smoothly, the tip pointy as it teasingly ran around it, only to press down a bit harder.

Once the female idol noticed her breathing quickening and her feet started to tingle, her right hand dropped down to find his that was still glued on her hips. The rapper opened his hand for her to take, which she gladly accepted, her grip immediately tightening as his finger movements started to quicken. The thumb of his left hand brushed over the back of her right one while his focus was still elsewhere. His tongue began to move harder, making controlling the girl's movements more difficult, but not impossible.

"Ah- fuck... Won...," Minnie whined out loud, "I'm gonna come." In return, he intertwined their fingers, letting their hands rest on her stomach while his other continued to work skillfully inside of her. The female performer couldn't help but to tighten her legs around his head, getting another deep groan from him as his fingers left her empty. He used his hand to push her left leg away from him while his head rested against the inside of her right thigh. With his elbows, he kept them apart, letting his thumb now massage her clit while he took the time to look up at his girlfriend. Her head was thrown back, exposing the beautiful length of her neck, her fingers gripping onto his tightly. At the loss of his tongue, Minnie looked down, meeting his gaze, noticing the pink tint of his lips, making her smile and sigh in pleasure as she watched his big hang placed on her pelvis to keep her steady while his thumb was rubbing her.

The hum she sang made Wonwoo smirk as he bit down on his lips. "Mmm- right there... oh God..." Followed by a soft kiss placed on her clit before the rapper went back to letting his tongue lick around it, the tip flicking it, making Minnie push her hips into the couch.

She kept repeating a miscellaneous follow-up of words and exclamations, reassuring him of doing just the right job.

"Ye- yeah... fuck-" A high-pitched moan surprised both as she arched her back, the pleasure suddenly building up quickly. The girl yanked up Wonwoo's hand, placing it right on top of her right breast, her hands covering his as she used it to relieve some of the pleasure she didn't know what to do with - she just needed something to hold onto.

"Yeah- yeah," she continued moaning out loud as the '96 Liner added his fingers back inside of her, only seconds from getting her to her high. "Fuck- WONWOO- UGH," she almost screamed once the wave hit her, her hands crushing his, her hips lifting the second the orgasm washed over her. Wonwoo grinned against her, his tongue now flat against her clit and his hand back on her inner thigh to get him more space between her legs. Minnie continued to whine out into the room, squirming around on the cushions as heavy breaths fell from her lips. 

Once the tight grip on his hand fell, he let it brush over her tit, down her stomach and onto her hips, stopping right at her ass.

While she was still trying to catch her breath, brushing some of the hair that had fallen onto her face away, the '96 Liner was placing gentle kisses all over her core and on the inside of her thighs, only stopping as soon as he felt her eyes on him. His head rested against her naked leg as he looked up, her fingers running through her hair once again. His right palm brushed up and down her left leg, comforting her while she was still finding her normal breathing pattern. Minnie chuckled as she let her head fall back.

"You okay?" Wonwoo wondered with a smile on his lips, pushing himself up slowly to come face-to-face with her. As soon as she found his eyes, she nodded shyly, pressing her lips together as she noticed him leaning in for another kiss. The salty aftertaste of herself was still on his mouth, almost making her moan.

"Couldn't be better," she muttered against his lips, her hands back on his cheeks.

As sweet as the moment was, Minnie wanted more. And by the motion of the rapper's hips against her naked core, he had the same wants as her. Wonwoo's eager hands were already on their way back underneath her sweater, warming up each other's skin by rubbing his palm up and down her side, pushing up the last piece of clothing covering her with each brush. The girl took the messages and sat herself up, pushing the rapper just slightly away from her to get on her still wobbly knees, crossing her arms and tugging her sweater up by its hem. Wonwoo's soft touch followed her hands, his eyes gazing over her naked form in front of him in awe as he kissed her chest that was now right in front of his face. His big hands held her steady by her back, pulling her in, making her hold onto his shoulders, her head thrown back in pleasure once again. Slowly, but surely, the female idol pushed him further back by his upper body, his hands already going down to get the grey sweatpants off his body. Her fingers met his hastily as the couple giggled into each other's lips at how eager they were. Wonwoo grabbed the waistband of the pants and his underwear in one to pull them down at the same time. Minnie helped him halfway to get them off his legs, throwing them somewhere onto the floor where the rest of their clothes had already found their place. 

His length was already hot and hard against his abdomen when the girl's right hand travelled down to engulf it in her palm. Wonwoo hissed at the contact, his hand on her side tightening subconsciously, loosening up immediately again once he noticed, not wanting to ruin the lazy session they had started and were about to finish. The couple had found their way to the other side of the couch, the '96 Liner now on his back, with his girlfriend right on top of him, her hand on his shaft, her thumb gliding over the tip, spreading the few drops of pre-cum that were coating him.

Minnie smiled wider with each moan and groan coming from the rapper. His reaction to her touch will forever be engraved in her brain and yet, she could still listen to and watch him like this every single day. One of Wonwoo's hands was securely holding her in place by being wrapped around her back, while the other was now by her ass, daring to spread her cheeks and sliding his two fingers from before through her slit yet again. She groaned against his lips, shifting her hips forward, her naked chest brushing against his. The feeling of her hardened nipples on him sent a wave of arousal through his body and right down to his erection, making it twitch and Minnie grin into their kiss.

She couldn't take it anymore. And telling by Wonwoo's thrusts upwards, he didn't want to wait any longer either. The girl stopped her hand motions and lowered herself while trying to align herself with the tip of his length. Once he felt it touch his fingers, he snatched them back and placed his palm on her hip, his lips abandoning hers as his eyes fell down to the small space keeping their bodies apart. The need to watch himself enter her grew with each day that he got to spend with her. The intimacy the couple shared was so sacred and so valued. Something he could never get enough of or take for granted.

A shaky moan tumbled from his lips, the moment his red tip touched her as Minnie lowered herself, her hand letting go of his erection to hold onto his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin. 

"Ah, God...," he almost cursed, breathing out heavily.

The desperation made each inch that went into her all that more intense. Even with his girth, and he wasn't the thickest, the female idol could feel his veins rubbing against her walls, stretching her only a slight bit more, thanks to his fingers that had done it before. She had to go slow, knowing that the length of him could, if not careful, be the game-changer of the session. Once she was fully down, his entire erection now inside of her, she let her forehead rest against his, only for Wonwoo to pull her in closer, to let his lips ghost over hers as he started to move up gently, getting a whine from her in return. He groaned deeply, thankfully nowadays more vocal than before after Minnie had repeatedly told him the impact it had if men actually wouldn't shut their mouths for once - in this very situation.

Her hands fell to his chest, propping herself to stay like this as she started to join his movements. The '97 Liner moved back and forth, the friction of his pubic hair stubbles rubbing against her clit, adding to the friction she needed. Wonwoo had placed his hands over hers, holding onto them just like she had done with his minutes earlier. With his feet digging into the couch, he was able to continuously nudge his pelvis up, his length sliding in and out of her, catching his attention, only for it to be caught again by her moans hitting his ears. The girl's long hair had fallen in front of her face, covering her beauty. The rapper reached out to brush it away, holding it behind her head before he pulled her down towards him once again. He needed to have her closer.

Minnie hid her face in his neck, placing a few soft kisses of her own on his skin, making him sigh out loud. Wonwoo's arms wrapped around her torso to keep her right up against him as he switched their position. He moved to the side, giving her more space right next to him as he turned her, so they were both laying on the cushions, still facing each other and with his erection still pulsating inside her. The girl tightened her right leg around his hip, pulling his pelvis closer, moaning into his mouth as he went back to kissing her, quick pecks, followed by a deep make-out session. He kept up his hip movements. Slow, but deep. Oh god... so deep. He let each thrust linger for a bit, dragging it out as he pulled back, only to push back up, the friction, not disturbed by a condom, making him groan.

Wonwoo could feel his high getting closer, making him move his left arm from around her torso down to where their bodies met, knowing she wouldn't come just like that. His fingers found her clit easily, rubbing slow circles on it, making sure to get them wet before going back. Minnie opened up her neck to him, closing her eyes and whining out in pleasure. His lips began another trail of kisses along her jaw, down her neck, and up to her ear. Behind it, he placed a peck before whispering.

"I love you so much," grunting softly. "So much, jagi."

She put her palm right on his neck, her thumb running over his cheek and jaw, finding his eyes as they were both pressed up against one of the multiple soft cushions Minnie had chosen for their apartment.

"I love you too," she leaned in closer to kiss him quickly, a moan interrupting her as his fingers found a more sensitive spot, stopping right there to continue rubbing it. Another whine and another moan erupted from her, her fingers slightly tightening on his neck.

"P-Please make come," she moaned against his lips, "God- please."

Wonwoo's mouth pecked her cheek, and her nose, mumbling and breathing heavily against her skin.

"Come with me, baby." Another quick kiss on her lips. "Come on."

Even as she started squirming around more, his fingers didn't leave her clit and he kept his hip movements steady, continuing his deep thrusts.

A sudden shudder made the rapper smile softly, "You're gonna come?" Minnie could only nod in return as another whine came from her, followed by a deeper moan. Her hips started moving incoherently, hoping to help the need for release.

"FUck- yes... please... OH-" She stopped herself, her fingers grasping his shoulders tightly making him hiss. Her high-pitched moan filled his ear and body with pleasure, motivating the two thrusts he had left. By the second one, he groaned into her neck, pulling her as close as he possibly could, his ropes of cum erupting inside of her, only getting another grunt from her in return. The feeling of getting filled up made her shiver and giggle in bliss. Wonwoo joined her while his erection was still in her, now slowly softening, not stopping him from moving though. His fingers pressed down onto her clit to test her sensitivity, to which Minnie smacked his hand away after jolting because of the touch. He chuckled before he grabbed her cheek with the hand that was pleasuring her only seconds before, pulling her towards his lips. The smiling made it harder for the couple to kiss, but it didn't stop them.

"I really do love you," Wonwoo muttered.

The girl brushed through his hair, trying to get some strands off his forehead, "I know," she gave him another quick peck. "And I really love you too," followed by a sigh. "Even though you made me miss half of the movie."

"Jesus," he rolled his eyes with a chuckle." D'you want me to put in on from the beginning?"

"No," she shook her head with a smile, leaning back in to continue their lazy kiss exchange. It was interrupted by Wonwoo, who leaned back, his fingers trailing down the side of her face, his eyes following his touch, lingering on different parts of her face before smiling to himself.

"What?" Minnie wondered, copying his facial expression, gazing up at him as they shared a moment of silence.

"Nothing," the rapper grinned at her, giving her one last peck. In the middle of it, he decided to pull out, the softness not making it any less intense, both hissing and the loss of contact. "Wait here. Stay still," he told her before releasing himself from the comfort of her legs around him. The girl nodded with a hum, knowing where he was going since this had almost become a ritual for the two. Normality for him. 

After a deep breath in and brushing through her hair, the girl pushed herself up slightly, looking around the floor to find her clothes. A few seconds later, she could hear his footsteps getting close.

"You know, Mingyu's gonna kill us if we ever get this couch dirty," she commented as he re-entered the living room, a wet washcloth in his right hand.

"That's why I told you to stay still. Don't get up. We don't need cum stains on here." Still naked, he sat down right by her legs and started to clean her up.

Minnie grinned. "Well, you should've thought about that before doing this."

"I did," he explained again. "And I told you to stay put. If you don't listen, that's on you, and have fun explaining that to Mingyu."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," she rolled her eyes in response, pushing herself up after he seemed done, only to get hit with a wet feeling on her torso. He had thrown the cloth at her.

"EW, WONWOO," she chuckled with scrunched eyebrows, taking the piece of fabric between her fingers to throw it back into his lap.

"Don't say 'yeah, yeah, whatever' like that," he looked at her with a smirk. "And what the hell is 'ew' supposed to mean?" He mumbled under his breath as he got up, taking a few steps forward before leaning down to gather her pieces of clothing and handing them over to her. "Here."

"Thank you," she reached out to get them into her own grasp. She got his sweatpants and underwear from the floor in front of her and extended her arm towards him. He thanked her in return and disappeared around the corner again.

Minnie got everything back on her body again when Wonwoo came back, this time his boxers covering his lower body. He started putting his sweatpants on in the living room as the girl made her way to the kitchen to get something to drink.

“And see, Mingyu didn't walk in on us," she commented along the way. Once she reached the other room, she opened one of their cabinets to get two glasses. 

“Don’t jinx it," the '96 Liner shook his head, tightening the strings around his waist.

As if they had heard the girl, in that exact moment, the door to their apartment suddenly flew open with DK’s voice ringing through the room “Hey ho heyyy!” Announcing his sudden arrival. Each of the couple's heads shot in the direction of the hallway.

Minnie sheepishly grinned at her partner after coming back into the living room, handing her boyfriend one of the glasses now filled with water, whispering a quick “Sorry,” followed by a chuckle from both of them.

The main vocalist proceeded his entrance further into the apartment when his eyes landed on the girl.

“AH!” Dokyeom screeched, “Minnie’s naked!”

“I’m not!” She quickly shouted, not seeing the other members stuck in their place around the corner, shock written all across their faces as they dared to peek into the living room.

“She’s not, I’m just kidding,” the ‘97 Liner giggled, turning around and raising his hands in defence. Mingyu brushed past him and shook his head with a smile. "But Wonwoo's half-naked for some reason," he continued, throwing himself onto the other couch the couple didn't just bless. Dino joined them in the living room, looking around as if he was searching for something.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know I couldn't walk around the way I want in the comfort of my own home," he saltily talked back, taking his shirt the girl had picked up from the floor into his own hands. It didn't go unnoticed by the members.

With scrunched eyebrows that quickly relaxed, the maknae spoke up. "We interrupted something, didn't we?" 

Minnie shook her head, "No, not... really interrupted." Her answer made Dokyeom frown in confusion for a second. He looked at the girl, then at Wonwoo who was putting his shirt on, that was lying on the floor only a moment ago, and let Dino's comment sink in. He immediately shot up from his position and pointed at the couch he had sat on.

"On here?"

"No," the female member answered him softly, an amused grin playing on her lips.

He pointed at the sofa Wonwoo had made himself comfortable on.

"On here?"

A second passed before the '96 Liner took the word, still slightly annoyed at the interruption of their alone time as he corrected his glasses on his nose bridge.

"No."

Seokmin squinted at his member before his gaze fell on the girl that had joined Mingyu in the kitchen, only to come back into the living room, on her way to settle down next to the rapper on the sofa.

"I don't believe you," he made clear, taking big steps to the other end of the room, "So I'll be taking a seat at the dining table."

Minnie chuckled followed by a shake of her head as she brushed through her hair, relaxing into the backrest of the couch. Asking what the other members were doing in their apartment was useless as Dino was already taking out his phone, rushing over to her, ready to show her what was getting him all that excited while Dokyeom was shouting at Mingyu to hurry up with the food.

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Your fan, Hongjoong (part 1)

(part 2) (your fan ml)

👘 pairing: hongjoong x fashion designer!reader 👘 genre: romance, fluff, mutual pining 👘 summary: a bulletpoint-style wordstream of what it would be like if hongjoong was stanning you 👘 wordcount: 5.5k (help) 👘 warnings/tags: language, radio shows, reader is goth, goth subculture, a bit of mutual pining, seonghwa aries rage, san is sus, jealousy, DRAMA(rama), hongjoong is starstruck, reader has her own fashion house/brand, photoshoots, brand collabs, demon line boutta act up 👘 a/n: Hello fabulous people <3 Here we have, the one, the only, the legendary, Hongjoong next in the Your Fan, ___ series! Thank you so much for your love and support, reblogs, likes, asks and comments all welcome

"So alongside your brilliant songs, you are also well known for having breathtaking performances, with an edge that only ATEEZ can do. Could you elaborate on what exactly goes into creating your unique aesthetic?"

Hongjoong looked around the studio. Him and Yunho, being the resident radio DJs, had been invited onto a show to promote their newest comeback, and talk all things creative arts.

There had been a number of guests before them who he looked up to, from others in the music industry, to visual artists, writers, and designers. This was the way in which he had discovered new changemakers, and got to know those stars he had deemed 'unreachable'. Breathtaking, but there to be admired from a distance.

"I would like to take this opportunity to thank all of the amazing designers and stylists that we work with. Really, without them none of this would be possible and ATEEZ would not be the same."

"Definitely, with each stage and comeback, it seems that there is no end to just how much they, and you, can wow the world. Now, there is a particular fashion house that ATEEZ has been collaborating with recently, could you tell us more about that?"

Now that was an interesting direction to steer into. This was very new on the horizon for ATEEZ, and few media had covered this so far. Hongjoong perked up, forgetting the tranquility that he had to normally adopt for such shows, instead letting himself bask in the rays of his passions.

More specifically, your brand. He had known of its existence, thanks to a serendipitous selection by his stylist, before he had even figured out who the brain behind the art was. He discovered the connection entirely by accident - through this radio show.

You had come in for an interview, much like Hongjoong and Yunho, and sat in one of these seats, telling your story. This same man who was asking them questions, had conversed with you. This appearance was like Hongjoong's little moment to connect with his unreachable star.

You were notoriously elusive, so public appearances were few and far between, and this explained why he had initially not even associated you and the brand together. But as it turned out, that had been the point. The lore was strong in this one.

You had explained during the show that you felt no need for your personal image to be connected to the brand itself, as the garments and those who wore them were the real imagemakers. You had also shown a deep understanding of the subcultures from which you took inspiration and, yourself, followed, diving into legends who had pioneered their popularisation over the decades. In all honestly, that had him hooked, and left him wanting to learn more about how your mind worked.

"Ah yes, more than happy! ARNURI is a brand that we only recently started working with, and could not be more happy. The brand has a world view and prides itself on destroying boundaries in fashion. There is no gender, no size, no limit to what can be achieved. It actually takes inspiration from the variety that is within goth subculture and totally redefines what is meant by luxury. I mean, their slogan is 'lead by antithesis' after all."

He had paraphrased your introductory speech from one of your first exhibitions after you had your big break at one of the Fashion Weeks. It had been a solo show, organised outside of any specific season, every detail paying homeage to what had been advertised as 'embracing the darkness of nature'. For this show, you had scouted models among your friends, among the myriad of citizens of Seoul, and used those same city streets as your catwalk.

Maybe the reason why that particular event had spoken to Hongjoong was because it reminded him of the street busking he had done in his early days. The days of when one risked it all for a future that was not guaranteed, simply because they had hope.

Hongjoong could go on, but Yunho's shift to balancing his head on his hand as he rested his eyes on the captain, and batted his eyelids like a Disney princess made him stop abruptly.

Not that the host had noticed.

"Ah yes! And isn't the name, ARNURI, a play on "Our World?"

"Uh, yeah!" caught off-guard by the follow-up since he was trying to telepathically communicated to Yunho to cut whatever he was trying to do out, he stumbled over his words a little. But it was easy enough to settle back in once he thought of the moment KQ management had shared the official communications between the two companies with him.

"So it was quite funny when the brand approached us for this, they actually quoted our song 'New World'. Really if it were up to me I wouldn't even ask for a portfolio at that point."

"Of course you wouldn't..." Yunho whispered, leaning away from the mic so it barely caught, serving like background noise more than anything.

Hongjoong's head snapped in the other member's direction, but he was met with legendary nonchalance. Truly, the epitome of 'it's not awkward unless you make it awkward'. The guy even raised an eyebrow back at him as though Hongjoong was acting out of line.

"That is magnificent, it was meant to be! Maybe there are some ATINY in the company!"

"Oh we wish!" Yunho interjected, a chuckle escaping him as he glanced in Hongjoong's direction.

"Well, we are very much looking forward to seeing more of these fantastic designs, and the photoshoot that ATEEZ will be doing with ARNURI! Maybe you will be able to create some items together? Can ATINY hope for a new line in the future?"

"Hah, I do enjoy altering clothing and really letting creativity run free, but I am looking forward to the learning-".

"Oh yeah, Hongjoong has been a fan of the brand for quite some time, so finding out that we are now working together is a dream come true!"

Hongjoong lowered his eyes and let his fingers flitter across the table in front of him. There went his opportunity to be all slick and cool. Or was he over-reacting? Again, Yunho was unreadable.

The host then quickly rounded off that segment of the discussion, and cut to an ATEEZ song break, in honour of the guests.

Confirming that the mics were indeed off and he wasn't about to cuss out the entire nation, Hongjoong turned to his 6'1'' headache and hissed:

"Let's keep this about ATEEZ, shall we?"

"Why so serious, bro? Don't you like ARNURI?"

That, he did. The problem was that it was no longer just ARNURI he liked. To borrow some fandom-speak, he had abandoned the 'casual fan' territory, and had found himself quite a few clothing items and accessories-deep, and with a bias.

And since he would rather have Yeosang feeding him sour candy than revealing that he liked ARNURI more than he probably should, any joke in that direction was like an arrow that he felt the desperate need to dodge.

"Yeah, of course I do. I mean, we are working with them right?"

"Riiiight. And you are wearing their jacket. That you literally do not let anyone touch."

"What? I like clothes."

"And you keep said jacket in a plastic bag from the dry cleaner's because suddenly you are Seonghwa two point oh."

"Is that not... normal?"

"Rich to ask for a person who spray paints shoes in the living room at three in the morning."

"Hey I ventilate."

"BY TURNING ON THE EXHAUST VENT IN THE KITCHEN?"

"Shh, Yunho, we good. We can discuss this later-"

"Oh no I like your discomfort shawty talk to me."

Hongjoong pinched the bridge of his nose. This kid with his surprise attacks. Before he could think of a way to get himself out of the hole he dug, the host was suddenly showing that they had thirty seconds before going live. So he settled for:

"We'll continue this conversation later."

"And I chose Seonghwa over you."

"Choosing violence... I swear to-"

"And we are back! I hope you, dear listeners, enjoyed the wonderful-"

You paused the podcast. So, your personal assistant was not kidding when she ran into your office, waving her phone side to side as though she was at a concert, saying that Kim Hongjoong knew a lot more about ARNURI than you assumed.

Really sometimes you thought you hired her not for her abilities as a PA, but because she made you feel a tiny bit more sane. But at the same time, you were one in the same - who was listening to the recorded radio broadcast right after she left your office, reduced to a fit of giggles, sitting in total solitude? You.

Quite the contrast to how you normally were - zoned out due to exhaustion, brutal because that was how your business worked, or totally unreachable because 'the vibe was right and you were in a creative flow state'.

But this was how you got that bread. And had taken ARNURI to new heights. You continuously sacrificed yourself for the art.

There had never been another option for you - ever since you were a kid there was only one thing you were interested in, and that was fashion. You were that one kid who shamelessly stole (and wore) her parents' and siblings' clothing, modifying it so that it looked more like you.

You had 're-designed' your school uniform which had nearly led to your suspension. To this day you were confident you had done the right thing remaking the outfit to being pitch black - it was not your fault that the school had no sense of taste and had chosen such a horrid shade of grey.

And aside from becoming the 'adopted child' of some goth clubs in the city, you had crashed fashion show after fashion show to just see how the legends did it. You were taken by the stark contrast between what was classically accepted and popular on the runways versus the enchanting amalgamation of Victorian era dress, New Romantic, punk and new wave.

You had sworn to yourself that if there was one thing you were going to do, it was be one of the designers to fuse the worlds together. So you gave all you had to this dream. You had completed fashion school, worked in Finland to immerse yourself in the nation's vibrant, borderline mainstream goth scene, and had participated in many art exhibitions and avante garde fashion shows to make yourself known.

This was your calling. Your everything. So when you finally managed to get your brand up and running, bringing your vision to South Korea, you were shamelessly promoting it as best you could. Sending samples, contacting influencers, knocking on all the doors until SOMEONE answered.

And that someone turned out to be a stylist at KQ Entertainment, working with a group called ATEEZ. After a few exchanges on Instagram, they had agreed to use a couple of items, and let the media do the promotional magic.

You were desperate, having not had much success in the country due to difficulty in finding early adopters of the brand, so you agreed.

Turned out it was a much better investment than you had initially thought. A few members had sported ARNURI wear for a fansign, and pictures from the event FLEW around the internet. Eventually, the clothing was discovered, and your site started getting more and more hits.

You assumed it was just a fluke, but that fluke turned into one of the members, who you learned to be Kim Hongjoong, starting to make regular appearances in ARNURI, especially when it was evident that he had the final say in what to wear - airport looks, more casual events... black-clad, supporting you more than he could imagine.

Inadvertently, he had turned into a motivation for you. He had given you the hope that you could reach the stars if you so desired, and so you began to build up.

Season after season, you worked tirelessly, and eventually broke into Seoul Fashion Week. Your daring showcase of your 'ANTITHESIS' collection had gathered a large audience, and soon enough, you had to step into the spotlight, and reveal your identity.

You could remember it as clear as day, 'She Sells Sanctuary' by The Cult roaring in the background as you stepped out, every bit ARNURI, an overnight neo-goth sensation.

As your brand got bigger and bigger, and you were now leading a business of nearly 100 people strong, you had to become colder and more distant. It was a sort of self-preservation, since fashion was not an industry where one could escape criticism and blatant slander, especially when your primary goal was to be yourself.

But that one idol. The one who had agreed to wear your brand, and then continued to do so voluntarily, Kim Hongjoong, still remained special to you. He was your quiet encouragement.

So when you heard from your marketing and communications team that they had scouted out an opportunity to work with ATEEZ, you gave them the green light almost instantly, and much to their surprise, participated in crafting out the perfect proposal.

And when you received an agreement and contracts in response, you needed to excuse yourself and locked yourself in your studio, letting yourself squeal. Just a bit. And then walked back out - she is beauty she is grace.

The first stage of the collaboration was going to be a nice and simple photoshoot. You said simple but you were running around the building like a headless chicken making sure everything was ready.

It was going to be for a new line, 'PHANTASMOS', an ode to phantasmagoria, horror theatre and the portrayal of all things fantastic, strange and ghoulish. And who would be a better group of models than ATEEZ?

As the day approached, Hongjoong was becoming considerably more nervous, and that was only exacerbated by the announcement that you personally would be attending the shoot.

He did not want to come across as a fool of some sort, wanted to be a serious leader, really leave the impression that he meant business. To him, you were elegance itself, a tranquil beauty in black, and he wanted to match that to the best of his ability.

Which was exactly why he had turned his and Seonghwa's dorm into a fabric skip, with shirts, trousers, t-shirts... all of his prized possessions were strewn around the perimeter and occupied nearly every inch of the floor. Hell, even his customised Doc Martens were lying miserably on his bed.

Just as he was contemplating between a blazer with lines of safety pins as decal on the lapels or a classic leather jacket with more zippers than ways his children could annoy him, Seonghwa returned from his trip to the LEGO store.

Hongjoong had never seen every single stage of grief flash across a person's face in one second. But there it was. He gave the eldest member a sheepish grin, subconsciously cowering away closer to the windows - as far away from the evidently not too pleased Seonghwa.

"Kim. Hong. Joong. What kind of fuckery is this?"

"Oh. OH! Amy Winehouse! Yes, big fan, that's uh, that's Me & Mr. Jones right?"

"I will use you as a broom stick Joong."

"Look I just got carried-"

"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU? PLEASE LET ME KEEP AT LEAST SOME OF MY NERVE CELLS!"

"What's happening- oh Joongie is in trouble~" Mingi poked his head in through the door, making it look as though it was the Teletubbies sun floating above Seonghwa's shoulder.

Hongjoong really wished he could laugh. He really did. But he was afraid he was about to be forced to eat the starship that his roommate bought.

So much for trying to be 'chic' and impressing you. Now he had the goal of making it to the shoot in one piece.

"Mingi. Exit. Now." Seonghwa commanded, jaw clenched, which made the younger member quite literally bolt, slamming the door so hard that the items that were hanging on the stuck-on hooks slid off and fell behind Seonghwa.

There was a mass meeting audible right outside of the room, and a very distinct seagull laugh penetrated the walls. Hongjoong cursed his bad timing. Had he only started early, maybe he would have had time to shove at least some of the items under the bunk so it didn't look too bad.

"Right. You know what. I am zen. I am the calmest of the calm. You take care of others, I take care of you. Right? Now. Wait, you know what I need to just-"

Seonghwa picked up a large pillow off one of the beds, eyed it, looked at Hongjoong once more, and then PUNCHED it with blinding rage, sending it flying right back into the bed.

"Okay now I am fine. Care to explain when you were planning to sort this shit out?"

There was another wave of mumbles outside, to which Seonghwa responded by making the door fly open and shouting out "we are having a VERY IMPORTANT CONVERSATION."

Before closing the door entirely, a quiet comment from Yeosang could be overheard: "they're getting divorced in there," leading to some giggles, and pitter-patter of footsteps away from the door. They probably just chose a slightly different location to camp and snoop.

Hongjoong decided to sink into one of the clothes piles, motioning for Seonghwa to take a seat next to him. He was in a dilemma, unsure of what sort of explanation would be the most effective for Seonghwa. So he just settled for the truth.

"You know the shoot that we are going to do?" he began, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yes, I do. What, is the aesthetic landfill-chic?" Seonghwa motioned at the explosion over the room.

"No, not at all! Don't even. You have seen the clothing, right?"

"Of course, I wore ARNURI before. Must say, very flattering. And fashionable. That one overcoat made me feel like a vampire prince."

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, but chose not to comment on that. Seonghwa was Seonghwa, he had his own agenda and his own interpretations.

"Right, so... well, you know I have a lot of ARNURI stuff? It's not just that... I have um... sort of become a... fan? Of the designer? L/N Y/N? She is just... her vision... her style is just... yeah she is great."

"Oh my gosh my boy Kim Hongjoong actually wants to meet someone outside of ATEEZ, this is legendary, I should post this on Universe."

"What in the- hey I meet people! And don't you dare"

"When, mister 'I don't really have many friends' and literally getting jealous over me talking to Minho from Stray Kids?"

"Hey, being a best friend is a responsibility, and you are my best friend!"

"Oh wait... I get it... I don't think you are aiming for friendship here... isn't that right?" a grin started spreading over Seonghwa's face as he looked like he discovered a new planet.

"I am just a fan of hers! Don't twist this!"

"Sure... okay now I get... this," he gave a judgmental side eye to the pile of sweaters that had made their home right by his display cabinet. "You are like a middle schooler before a first date, I swear. This is definitely because she's going to be there, right?"

"You know what? Yes, yes it is. And I might not have had my growth spurt yet but I am not a middle schooler." Hongjoong said, standing up as straight as possible, putting his hands on his hips.

"That's exactly what an angsty middle schooler would say." Seonghwa looked him up and down, stifling a laugh.

"You are on a power trip aren't you?"

"Hell yeah I am, and I will be for the entire shoot and beyond."

"Park Seonghwa why you do this to ME?"

"If you don't want the others to get the details I have an offer."

This made Hongjoong stop on his tracks and retract his 'leader card'. He did not want to lose face in front of the 'teezer crew entirely, so keeping this information in confidence was enticing.

"Yes?"

"First off, clean your shit. And second, I get that spot on the dresser for the Imperial All Terrain Armoured Transport model I've been hunting down."

"First, deal. Second, say that one more fucking time dude I dare you."

"IMPERIAL ALL TERRAIN ARMOURED TRANSPORT, ALSO KNOWN AS THE AT-AT WALKER, IS A FOUR-LEGGED TRANSPORT AND COMBAT VEHICLE USED BY THE IMPERIAL GROUND FO-"

"Did you legit memorise Wikipedia or something?"

"May the force be with you, bitch. Now you clean, I will go chill outside so I don't have an aneurysm because of how you do it. And by the way, I'd pick the leather jacket if I were you. Classic, timeless and looks good."

"Thank you man, you are the best."

"I know, now impress me with how you can make this room spotless."

And with that, Seonghwa left Hongjoong alone in the room. From what he could hear, there was a circus outside, with the other members having gathered around, interrogating about what had just unfolded. but Seonghwa was keeping his word, for now at least. He knew that he did not have to try too hard, since Hongjoong would probably expose himself as soon as he were to see you anyways.

And Seonghwa was more than right. The next day, when ATEEZ arrived to the studio, Hongjoong was very jittery. Alert to any and all people and sounds, he was looking around as if he was expecting someone - well he definitely was. As soon as they stepped into the ARNURI office, he was convinced that you could be around any corner.

The other members were beginning to catch on that this hyung was acting odd, to the point where Yeosang commented on Hongjoong looking like he was playing Alien Isolation in real life. The reference flew right over the leader's head, but he tried his best to tone his Pink Panther-style snooping down.

And instead focus on the many photos that decorated the walls of your house of fashion. Memories of particularly memorable parts of a show, awards, red carpet events... club nights, themed evenings, collaborations... this was your life. Right there, immortalised in tasteful monochrome.

The boys were in awe of the refined interior - strictly monochromatic, any accents in the otherwise white rooms and corridors were done using the colour black. Although it was not a rule by any means (in fact, you encouraged being as daring as one wanted), the majority of ARNURI employees were clad in the colour, fitting right into the brand and the aesthetics.

They were led up a couple of flights of stairs, and as they were making their way down one corridor, Hongjoong began to catch snippets of lively conversation, the occasional staff gliding a clothing rack past them or across the hallway, and... shouts of 'yes ma'am'?

Initially he was confused, but as they were getting closer to the photo studio, it clicked in his head: you were in there. Who else could be referred to as ma'am?

"Hey, Hongjoong, I think we are -actually- meant to... walk in the hall to do the shoot." Jongho walked up behind the leader, fake whispering, causing a round of chuckles from the other members. The only member who was not as smiley (except Hongjoong himself, that is) was Seonghwa, and it was because Hongjoong not so little infatuation was old news to him, and the room had been cleaned to a very satisfying level, much to his surprise.

"Woah no way, Jongho, that's insane. I was sure that this was a new technique or something..." Yunho piped in, glancing at Hongjoong, lips curling up.

He had a couple of sneaking suspicions about Hongjoong's behaviour whenever ARNURI, or more specifically the founder and lead designer, were mentioned or he was given the chance to gush about it.

The radio appearance was the closest to a confirmation that he could get - Hongjoong getting shy over being a big fan... what a sight to see. But seeing the post-discussion silent conversations between the two eldest members, and some signal exchanges while they were driving up to the venue really sealed the deal. There was something really fun going on with Hongjoong, and Yunho needed the deets.

For research purposes. And who was he to pass up on a ship in the making?

Finally, their manager, after finishing up a conversation with some of the relationship management staff from ARNURI, who had greeted them, decided to speed up the process and usher the kids in.

To soothe his nerves, Hongjoong picked at a bracelet he had selected for completing his 'first meeting and first impression' look. He had worn it many times over, and had even taken it with him on tour before, so it was a little ball of positive energy for him.

But nothing could prepare or prevent the Error that Hongjoong.exe experienced as he finally saw you in your element.

There was something spellbinding about the way you looked. Head to toe in your own creations, you were wearing an onyx-hued Victorian era inspired suit, matched with military boots that had immaculate metal detailing.

He could not stop staring, even if it could be perceived as rude, or too forward. There you were.

"Oh, guys, man down, man down, our captain's overboard~" Wooyoung taunted, shouldering San and Yeosang who were on either side of him.

It really was a sight to behold. Hongjoong, entirely captivated as you stood in the middle of the photo studio, guiding the entire room like a conductor would lead an orchestra.

He ignored the youngers' attempts to get his attention, much to their utter disbelief and resulting giddiness. If there was a definition of starstruck. This was it.

You appeared to have a pulse on EVERYTHING, down to the tiniest details, pointing out that there was a very specific prop missing, adjusting accessories, exchanging one scarf for another. It was the most organised chaos that Hongjoong had ever seen, and he was amazed at how you could keep it under control.

The star he had deemed unreachable was right there. Right in front of him.

"Joongie, I think you can leave your drooling until after the shoot. You don't want your makeup ruined."

"Oh Hwa is this how it is?" he looked at his friend in disbelief.

"I think you exposed yourself enough, no?"

"Ew, Hongjoong come on don't traumatise your wife." Wooyoung was not giving up on his mission to annoy Hongjoong into early retirement.

"GUYS please don't embarrass me-"

"Oh so you admit it?" San questioned, smirking like the devil.

"Admit what?"

"That you are doing some shady shit."

"Where did this even come from, San."

"So the studio then, no wonder you come back from there at like four in the morning."

"You guys are making me lose brain cells that I need to get instructions from the photographer." Yeosang deadpanned, nodding towards the set.

"I don't even want to begin imagining what sort of things you are thinking about, but I can assure you I will annihilate you if you start kindergarten season here." Hongjoong threatened but it fell short as Mingi grinned and joined in the ambush:

"Say 'aye' if you think this minion is invested into this shoot." the way he said it almost sounded like an innuendo, making Hongjoong scowl.

The most deafening collection of 'ayes' resounded around Hongjoong, and caused you to shift your focus to the newly arrived group. He noticed your expression soften, shoulders roll a little further back as you ambled towards them, the thuds of your boots setting his heart's pace.

"Ah good morning to you all! It is such a pleasure to be working with you. Did I make you wait for long?"

"Not at all, the pleasure is all ours." Hongjoong forced out, pushing the snickering members out of his sphere of attention.

"Great, well it is wonderful to finally meet you, I am L/N Y/N, the mad scientist behind ARNURI!"

"Very much the same here, Miss-"

"We'll be working closely enough to be informal, no?" you interjected before Hongjoong could call you by your last name.

Your allure was more powerful than he had hypothesised, to the point where some of the other members, more specifically San and Seonghwa, could not look away from you either - it seemed that you had the energy for attracting demons. The way you carried yourself, poised and courteous, demanded nothing less than respect.

At the same time, there was nothing demure about you. If anything, you resembled a cat that was ready to pounce any moment. As though there was a coil within you, permanently tense and even slightly dangerous. But that was thrilling.

Hongjoong cleared his throat, and corrected himself, "Yes, of course, sorry, Y/N. Shall we do the official greeting or-"

"Let's keep things personal for now, and once my lovely colleagues are done with the final checks, we can get started with eight makes one team." you winked, and suggested, quoting the greeting.

It was beyond entertaining for Wooyoung to see just how putty-like Hongjoong had become in your presence. He was just playing by your rules at this point, without questioning them. But it was understandable, who wouldn't get weak when their type was right in front of them and said 'let's keep things personal'?

"Well then let me be proper, I am San!" whilst you were exchanging words with Hongjoong, the member had time to slip from where he originally stood, and was now almost right in front of you, beaming.

Hongjoong chortled, but at the same time wanted to kick his fellow member in the shins because of the interception. What was his game here exactly?

Ever so politely, you greeted San back, not giving away that you were interested in continuing your chat with Hongjoong. It was second nature to you to blend one interaction into another without revealing any preferences - otherwise you would have a lot more enemies in the industry.

Then you simply proceeded to greet each ATEEZ member separately, your attention shifting entirely each time. You had a way of making people feel like, for even if just a moment, they were your universe.

It came from your tendency of seeing people both as perfect canvases, and as living works of art. You enjoyed the challenge that working off a person gave you, and this was mainly why you wanted to give each ATEEZ member a final once over - to see whether what you had planned was even right.

Each member gave you a unique impression, ranging from mischievous to shy to strictly professional. Seeing as you had never actively followed their activities, aside from their leader's, you were fascinated by the dynamic they were displaying, taking note for who you wanted to see in the camera together, and maybe even matching in some accessories.

Hongjoong was nearly holding his breath as he saw you reading ATEEZ like an open book. You were scanning everyone in the way he had seen renowned critics do while inspecting models on the runway. A Mona Lisa smile, and conclusions no one would know except yourself.

When it was finally his turn, he said his name as brightly as possible, faltering only towards the end as your eyes locked. He swore his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. It did not last long though, as you glanced down, and appeared to be incredibly happy because of something you spotted.

San was taking a particular interest in this silent mental tango, intently following your every move, while Wooyoung cupped his hand around his friend's ear and whispered.

"The bracelet."

"Ah, yes, it's uhm, should I say yours?"

"I guess so! It is from the limited edition MEDUSA collection. It suits you well. And the condition is impeccable though it's been what, a couple of years?"

"It's very precious to me, I try to take good care of it."

Seonghwa pursed his lips, the chaos of their dorm room clouding his vision. He imagined that you probably would go ballistic if you were to ever see clothing being treated in that way. Though Hongjoong did have separate storage for accessories and jewelry - that much was true.

"That means a lot. Thank you-" you turned as someone called out for you, alerting that everything was ready to go, "it's time, gentlemen, let's get this party started!"

As you clasped your hands together and moved away to join the lead photographer, allowing stylists to guide the group away and begin working their magic, San peered at Hongjoong once more.

When he made sure everyone else was out of earshot, he placed a hand on the captain's shoulder, and muttered:

"If you don't ask her out, I will. No hierarchy on this battle field."

#kim hongjoong #hongjoong x y/n #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong #ateez hongjoong #ateez fanfic #ateez #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez au #ateez fluff #ateez mingi #ateez san #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez wooyoung #ateez x reader #ateez jongho #ateez fashion #ateez photoshoot #hongjoong moodboard #hongjoong aesthetic #ateez moodboard #moodboard #kim hongjoong moodboard #kpop writers #kpop writing #hwaightme #hm/writing

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Will Byers: The Final Girl

Looking more at Will through Carol J. Clover's Men, Women, and Chain Saws

After making this post about Will's gender expression in which I referenced and was inspired by Carol J. Clover's book Men, Women, and Chain Saws, a book which was mentioned in this article, an article which brought to my attention my Mori motherthroat, I have since made it through the books introduction and have gotten all the way to the end... of the first chapter. Like I said, I'm a slow reader.

But it's within this first chapter that Clover actually talks about the Final Girl trope, something that I, and others, have suggested that Will falls into.

And to be honest, I didn't quite get the Final Girl labelling of Will until I started reading Clover's book and made my analysis. But now, it all makes sense. So I wanted to do a deeper dive into Will as the Final Girl of the show, how he embodies this trope, and how he subverts it.

Defining Will as a "Final Girl"

The idea of Will being the Final Girl is a way to allow Will to have the masculine hero role that the creators seem to be teasing for him, without sacrificing his more feminine role of victim. The term victim-hero that I used in my original post is one that I got from Clover herself, which she uses in reference to final girls. Final girls spend the majority of their film suffering at the hands of the killer (victim) before eventually turning the tables and getting revenge (hero) or is saved by an outside force, typically (but not always) a male one.

The Final Girl idea for Will doesn't come out of nowhere either, as the show itself plays with slasher tropes. Season one opens with a culling from the killer with the initial lab sequence, and dialogue from Brenner suggests that there were other victims, with only Will being left as the lone survivor. Season four feels more slasher-y, with the kills being on screen and the killer actually given a name and a face (making Max somewhat effectively the Final Girl for that season) and the season ends with the idea that the killer is still on the loose, with emphasis given to his connection with Will.

Carol J. Clover describes Final Girls as follows:

“The Final Girl is boyish, in a word. Just as the killer is not fully masculine, she is not fully feminine—not, in any case, feminine in the ways of her friends. Her smartness, gravity, competence in mechanical and other practical matters, and sexual reluctance set her apart from the other girls and ally her, ironically, with the very boys she fears or rejects, not to speak of the killer himself.”

Where Final Girls are often boyish girls, Will is a girlish boy. So it's not just the narrative that aligns him with other Final Girls, it's his characterization as well. His non-conformity to gender norms, as well as his romantic reluctancy, is part of the trope.

This is most notably exemplified in season three, when Will is unable to relate to the heterosexual-romance drama that his other male friends seem to be intertwined with. Even Dustin, who doesn't share much time with the main crew this season, had a girlfriend, something that allied him to Mike and Lucas and set Will apart.

In season one Will feels more Sally at the end of Texas Chainsaw Massacre, after being tortured for the last chunk of the film by the slaughterhouse family, Sally makes her escape on the back of a pickup truck. Will spends most of the season evading the killer (who we later learn to be Vecna) until he is rescued by Hopper and Joyce. Will and Sally never turn a weapon against the killer, but they endure, out last, and survive long enough to be rescued.

But Sally's case is just one way that the Final Girl story can end, and you're more likely to find a different kind of ending— with the Final Girl turning the tables on the killer and getting back at him. Sometimes, but not always, by brandishing the killers own type of weapon against him.

So now we're in a post-vol. 2 world where the killer is still at large, Will has been confirmed several times now to be the center of the final season, it's said to be Will's "coming-of-age" story and the killer's reign can't last forever.

Clover talks about "phallicization" when describing the journey of the Final Girl.

"The tale is no less one of maleness. If the experience of childhood can be—is perhaps ideally—enacted in female form, the breaking away requires the assumption of a phallus. The helpless child is gendered feminine; the autonomous adult of subject is gendered masculine; the passage from childhood to adulthood entails a shift from feminine to masculine."

But is that really the answer? For Will to wield a weapon against Vecna and brutally kill him? For Will's femininity to be framed as something that needs to be overcome?

To go in the opposite direction (castration) hardly seems like a solution either, especially considering that the phallus belongs to gay man. To castrate would be to suggest that the phallus— sexuality— is one that is dangerous and needs to be removed.

So how do we find a middle ground, one that maintains the phallus without eliminating Will's feminine character traits? And is there a solution suggested in the text?

Oh rod motif, you never get old

In episode one the phallus is represented as something destructive, the rifle, which Will puts down and arguably because so, was afforded more time than if he had used it.

As the series marches on, the phallus never goes away— it just transforms.

The phallus has gone from something of fear and destruction to a representation of love and creation. But Will has yet to self actualize because the above scene is also an act of castration because Will doesn't claim proper ownership over the painting. The phallus is a beautiful display of love, but only if it belongs to someone else.

The show may have (unsubtly) foreshadowed this self actualization as it relates to the phallus and the defeat of Vecna.

And I don't really think that people at this point want to spend the rest of the post reading about Will with powers theoretics so I'll just leave the suggestion there for now and allow you to come to your own conclusions.

Final (Girl) Thoughts

The idea that heroism is male and victimization is female is an idea that is as old as and older than Odysseus, but that isn't to necessarily say that heroism and self-actualization is a purely male idea, something that may have been contended by the existence of Final Girl herself.

"At the moment that the Final Girl becomes her own savior, she becomes a hero; and the moment that she becomes a hero is the moment that the male viewer gives up the last pretense of male identification. Abject terror may still be gendered feminine, but the willingness of one immensely popular current genre to re-represent the hero as an anatomical female would seem to suggest that at least one of the traditional marks of heroism, triumphant self-rescue, is no longer strictly gendered masculine."

#sorry if it meanders at the end. didnt really know a way to end without getting into the weeds of creation powers theory which i didnt wanna #do here so. #will byers #will byers has powers #gender analysis #my analysis #stranger things #also there was a lot more from clovers book that i wanted to talk about but tbh. im not smart enough to put it all into words lmao #i honestly reccomend just reading her book

[kijosakka]

Thoughts. okay so the total drama drama drama drama island special is interesting mainly bc of team e-scope but im going to take a moment here to ramble about his dynamic with other people here,,

(oh and i didn't have anywhere really to slot it into the other post or segue into it here but dodgebrawl as a Moment demonstrates how [this AU] noah can play the social game, just in a very very different way than how it's normally seen.

he knows what he's doing is going to bother his team and incentivize them to vote, i'd say in this au he even plays up the cockiness and makes veiled personal slights against specific people

(mainly those who would be annoyed enough to vote him off, see: heather, justin, leshawna, cody/trent to some extent if he said smth about gwen? < and gwen herself in that scenario. and to another extent beth, since hes playing up his outright mean traits, which would make lindsay vote with her. i dont think he would do anything specific to/with owen or izzy, since he may see izzy as too volatile and owen too genuine)

in the opposite way of whats expected, sure, but it is a social play. he can pick apart what these people are and what they show and push at it to achieve his own ends (and maybe its even some sort of way for him to regain control in this fundamentally uncontrollable situation he's found himself in; he can be the punishment in foucalt's imagining, to a much smaller degree))

so his teammates,,, do not like him tbh. his flagrant display during dodgeball and everyone being pissed at him after the fact is true in this AU, just coming with different motivations. even after the fact when the frustration of everyone fizzles out, hes still majorly offputting because of his detachedness, and deliberately makes his shown traits very unpalatable to experience in person combined with that.

the only two exceptions are izzy and owen respectively: owens mostly coming from a place of genuineness and im going to say while he wouldnt be able to verbalize it, in some manner owen would clock noahs behavior as a defense mechanism. maybe in the sense of 'hes just scared to open up to people!!' or something similar, but he definitely has a lot more faith that noah really isnt that cold and flat.

[*]izzy feels much the same -- except maybe it comes off more to her as strategic. izzy can act, and might recognize that in noah. if you wanted to you could write this in as to why she was eager to swap teams in the first episode, but it wouldnt change that he does get eliminated and thats all she sees of him until the special -- which, her intrigue in his lacking and the fact that it apparently wasnt strategic to get him further in the game, could help explain why she picks him in the team-up.

[*i have soooo much to say about izzy in this au actually. but ill save it for a diff post]

and speaking of the team-up: team e-scope!!!! :0

my au my rules eva and izzy became really good friends on the playa; izzy isn't afraid of eva (and curbing her anger before it reaches a boiling point) and eva is physically adept enough to restrain izzy from Shenanigans that might be a little Much. but eva doesnt really?? know anything about noah?? but izzy insists on teaming with him for the special (and unbeknownst to her noah wasnt even planning to participate initially) so he must be some level of Not Too Bad if izzy wants anything to do with him that doesnt seem to be related to tormenting the guy

and she thinks hes Fine. apathetic and detached and unpalatable (but then again, everyone in their little trio really is to some degree), but can kind of understand izzys intrigue: hes still A Guy, hes just hidden behind 20 layers of non-substance that are so offputting from the first meeting it makes people steer clear of him.

now with tddddi comes two other pertinent details: the justin line, and the Thing With Duncan.

i personally thing noahs 'he's the anti-me' line is really funny in the context of canon but if you squint it kinda works here? wherein justin is non-speaking yet flaunts himself to be the center of attention and clearly shows intent and capacity to scheme (underdeveloped or no, see: awakeathon), whereas noah speaks a lot yet lets himself fade into the background, showing vague hints of the capacity to scheme but no intention or palpable ambition behind it.

^ am i reaching? maybe. the other option here is noah somehow has seen him in-person before on a modeling or red carpet kind of gig and dislikes him on principle because of it/its a jab at it (smth smth they are both opposite ends of the same industry? justin is the face of it in a manner where noah stays behind the scenes and out of sight)

and the thing with duncan,, hear me out here okay noah does his whole song and dance, goes up to him and patronizes him, and duncan retaliates. however, he curses like a sailor and in noah's head has ruined the footage, therefore instead of further retaliating and potentially invoking actual physical harm he just. doesnt react. at all. duncan looks up at him and hes just dead-eyed staring down at him -- and then he leaves.

^ the scene has been ruined, and everyone else is doing so much that theres no reason to play it up any more. duncan and him arent plot important like how heather and lindsay were, theres no reason for the crew to painstakingly edit his swearing out. they just wont let it reach the final cut. duncan is understandably very confused by this, but at that point noah was already gone to find eva and izzy again (< this is when the cast having a running bet that noahs and android becomes Not a Joke)

but life goes on!!! and in the worlds worst comedy of errors (for noah), izzy ends up dragging him along into the lake, thereby leaving him as a confirmed member of the next season.

^ noah is so angry at this. popping blood vessels. he argues with chris endlessly, straight frothing at the mouth at only having two days of real reprieve before he has to deal with the Same Shit again. and chris gets this, to some degree, but also knows that if theres no explanation for noahs non-appearance to hand the producers, theyll be pissed (since all things considered, noahs pretty damn popular among the fans)

luckily for him, courtney just filed a lawsuit against the show!! and since chris is busy running said show, the producers do not want to deal with it and are willing to hand off the case to anyone else -- hence, chris officially signs noah on as his PA, and noah takes over the court settlements and whatnot.

< though i do imagine the producers would see it as a 'get out of the show' scheme, and thereby push way harder for his involvement in WT as a result

but noah does get a break!!! for now, at least.

#formal thanks to ophe for the cast having a running joke about him being an android #that was Not my idea #before-bed rambling. again #wrote this post eating a sleeve of saltines it was an Experience #soooooo much to say about izzy and her dynamic with noah. sososososo much #is the justin thing reaching? yeah probably idc #character analysis #total drama #td noah #dramaturgyAU #if someone wants to takw this idea and run go ahead im begging someone to share my fascination for the concept of panopticon

[tumblingxelian]

Honest question, what do you think a well-written "Jason lives" story would look like?

Like, if Death in the Family still happened, but Bruce saved Jason before it was too late, then odds are there would still be consequences resulting from how BADLY the Joker brutalized him.

Hmm, OK so with your starting premise and utilizing my knowledge of comics to come but also the fact that if Jason lived then certain ideas and plots would be nixed... While all still colored from my perspective, here is my general take:

So, first, rather than Bruce saving Jason I'd say Jason actually manages to save himself, either because he released his mother or managed to half talk her through disarming the bomb.

I know the original splash page has Bruce pulling him from the rubble but that makes zero sense even by comics standards, he and Sheila should be charred corpses.

So, the bomb is disarmed or they managed to get out cos he released Sheila and Bruce arrives to whisk Jason away to medical treatment with Sheila keeping his head above water.

The exact next sequence is harder to make sense of at first, but here's the thing. The original comic could let Joker get away with learning who Jason was behind the mask because he 'died' soon after and then 'came back'. He also initially mistook Tim for Jason. So, given his state of mind it can be... Tacitly tolerated that he never deduced or used Bruce's identity.

Here, that's a bigger issue and so I will say that to keep the tracks covered as much as they can...

Sheila is kept in custody because while Bruce is furious with her, she did keep Jason alive & separating them seems like a bad idea, though she is to be closely watched by Leslie & Alfred.

Unfortunately, the intel she gave him on Joker's plan was slightly false and she used her time to slip away to go after the clown herself, intent on a redemption arc.

There's messages, misunderstandings, truths revealed and another arrest that doesn't last, before Joker is once again in a helicopter trying to escape but this time with Sheila who shoots him, but he shoots her back as he lays dying and the helicopter crashes.

They cannot find Joker's body but Sheila stayed above long enough to die later, musing on where her life led her, the importance of getting a chance to do something, and that Jason is a real good kid, better than she or Bruce deserve.

This is deeply tragic, mostly conceptually and philosophically, but still.

This is enough to make Bruce sort of ease up on Jason, but at the expense of becoming more overprotective in general. Which is hard to argue with as Jason is doing physical therapy and Dick has a broken leg.

So the drama for the ensuing period is Bruce trying to bench key allies and family ETC, so he can keep them safe while still running himself more ragged, but not quite as terribly as his suicidal spiral in canon.

He also has ideas on sending Jason to a semi boarding school to try and keep him out of super heroics. If he succeeds, this plan will still fail and likely ends up forming the nexus of Jason's own mini team with Eddie and Rose. But also would fail to keep him out of Gotham sufficiently. Still he may be at Brentwood some of the time so one can justify solo Batman stories & some more school time adventures for Jason.

But before all that happens, we have a new player in the field.

The Spoiler!!!

That's right, into the arena is the one, the only Stephanie Brown. She's here to spill the tea and kill her dad, and maybe protect her community on the side.

Best part?

Bruce either does not know who she is at first, or has zero jurisdiction over her and can't gain any without revealing his identity or attacking a teenager for trying to help and she is slippery regardless.

Basically, one of the people who helps crowbar Bruce back into tolerating help is Stephanie basically keeping her original give no fucks about Batman attitude and doing her own thing.

Their relationship is likely a bit contentious and back and forth, far more hands off, not quite mentoring, but also less outright toxic than canon.

She & Jason probably have a thing and bond over some shared and different history stuff, but I don't see it being the mainstay relationship.

Young Justice is likely found eventually under similar circumstances, though Stephanie likely gets to be a member this time, as do Eddie & Rose.

I think the team would be less, Kon, Kid Flash & Robin and more like a cycling mass of active or present members, dealing with an overseer.

Basically a comic series to throw lots of different personalities power sets and problems together and see what dynamics emerge as popular.

After that, less sure.

My ideal is Jason goes to university or maybe has to stay with Young Justice or some other area full time and adopts his own hero persona while Steph gets a run as Robin alongside Cassandra as Batgirl.

Otherwise most major storylines, save one's reliant on Jason being dead, still happen. Steph likely has a less horrible time as Spoiler, but is also maybe always and forever more overtly on the outs so she might not get Robin as she might not want it. (Though maybe during No Man's Land...)

See what I mean about the plot drift?

War Games may still happen but probably with a very different, though not inherently better cos Bruce's plan was dumb, resolution.

Also Joker does return, sadly, and there's always likely a hovering question as to whether he knows the truth of their identities but its never confirmed, or isn't until he dies again.

#Bat Clan #Batfam #Batman #the batman #Bruce Wayne #Jason Todd #robin!jason #Stephanie Brown #the spoiler #robin!steph #Death in the Family

[matt0044]

So... where are we precisely on Vivziepop?

I don't want to make... assumptions of anybody's specific intent but the recent rumblings of discontent seems to follow certain patterns that I've become... a touch too familiar with.

Thing becomes popular to an unprecedented degree. Fanart, fan edits, maybe even full on fan music videos. Might be because the creator had made a name for themselves or they just got lucky right out the gate. Either or.

Thing grows in popularity in ways listed above and has its praises sung for a variety of reasons. Many of which may pertain to how certain social demographics are portrayed compared to elsewhere or whatever came before.

Thing had continuous installments that built on and craft a narrative for the characters portrayed with revelations galore. Certain aspects are revealed to be more... complicated.

Said aspects intrigue fans by having more than meets the eye while... souring others due to their first impressions, feeling their initial takes were "retconned" at best or "deficated upon" at worst.

This... disenchantment as it were results in alienated fans becoming more critical of the story and characters. Some of this revolves around certain types of characters being scrutinized in how they don't measure up to who the story appears to be focusing on most.

Something like queer representation is called into question when the female cast feels... off in retrospect.

The setting may be established as a less than morally conscious place to be and have the residing characters be hot messes as a result. However, some actions and choices of words may come across as a step too far lest it be a reflection of the writer/creator's beliefs.

This coalition of criticism may be met with pushback from those who dispute much of their points. Sometimes it's well worded and brings up new perspectives. Sometimes... it's largely could be just "Aw, shaddap!" on repeat.

Unfortunately, neither side (oh boy...) has a monopoly on assholes that put their emotions first and pleasantries second. The critical side will cite the stans as the reason why they exist and that "it's okay to be critical of the things you love." But some of the more overzealous members of that side may make you wonder, "So... where's the love?"

These overzealous members in question may often voice their discontent with various blanket statements and take counterpoints to that as being from stans who can’t take criticism. This often exhibits a mentality that because they’re calling out “the bad thing” and “the bad creator,” it’s end of discussion.

The creator may feel prodded to throw their hat into the ring not just over their creation but over what people try to construe them as purely based on their art. Sometimes they can come across as overtly defensive and averse to criticism themselves but with how much bile seem to be slung their way, it's never as clean cut.

Among the detractors who do care and want to approach in good faith, you have outrage merchants and outrage addicts that do in fact only want to stir up drama. Rather than help solve anything at all, the former wants to sell these stories TMZ style while the latter wants something to be angry at to feel in control of... anything. These muddy the waters for whomever might be hoping for a more productive discussion.

Adding fuel to this fire nobody actually asked for at those who have always disliked the creator be it for past works or as of recently due to word of mouth. Because a lot of their art revolving around what point number seven goes over, there's a very Anti-Shipper mentality of hating the "bad thing" on principle. Especially when the work is purposefully incorporating tasteless elements that this circle of "fans" feel should be avoided period.

I could go on and on but the point is that I've seen this dance routine more than a few times before where Popular Thing(TM) needs to be "taken down a peg and nobody can stop trying one up the other before it escalates.

Now more than ever with smaller indie projects like for animation. It's so hard to take certain people at their word at times because they either operate with a limited perspective or are willfully ignoring other points of view to feed their feeling of betrayal.

They comes of as jilted ex-partners who despise that the one that broke their heart's been able to move on. There's a sense of, "If I can't like it anymore, nobody can."

#vivsiepop #vivziepop #helluva boss #blitzø #helluva boss blitz #loona #stolas #moxie helluva boss #millie helluva boss #moxxie x millie #vivienne medrano #rwby #queer artist #queer art #indie animation #indie animated series #indie artist #hazbin hotel #a24 #fanwank #fandom wank #fandom discourse #helluva boss drama #drama #fandom drama #fandom #fandom discussion #the cycle continues #the cycle repeats #the cycle of popularity

[tiannasfanfic]

Secret Admirer

Eddie Munson x Reader (Fluff)

[Masterlist] [Crossposted to AO3]

Summary: Telling someone you fell for them is always hard. However, it's even harder when the person you love is also your best friend. When you can't find the courage to tell Eddie Munson how you feel to his face, you decide to let him know in a more...round about sort of way.

Rating: General Audiences

Author Note: Gender neutral reader, no pronouns used. This was initially supposed to be a oneshot, but now looks like it's going to be a two or three parter.

CW: Smoking cigarettes; white lies; slightly awkward conversations.

Word Count: 2.407

“Dustin! Hey Dustin!”

Dustin didn’t hear you. That wasn’t surprising since the final bell rang just a little bit ago and the halls were flooded with people ready to leave.

While you were also in a hurry to leave, you really needed to catch up with the freshman first. And you needed to do it before any of the other Hellfire members were around to see. You may have not known Dustin for long since school just started a little over two months ago, but it was long enough to know you could trust him with this task.

“Dustin! Wait up, Dustin!!!”

The little shit was much faster than you’d have guessed and was way ahead of you when he finally heard his name being called. He stopped to look around and waved when he saw you running up to him.

“Hey Y/N,” Dustin said as you screeched to a stop in front of him. “What’s the hurry?”

It took you a minute to respond. You were out of breath after running from the hall where your last class was to the hall where Dustin’s last class was. It was halfway across the school, and you were pretty sure you broke at least one record to get over there that fast.

“Hold.” Pant. “Up.” Wheeze. “A.” Pant. “Minute.” Cough.

At that very moment, you doubled over with your hands on your knees, your face starting to tingle and turn red as you gasped for air.

“You okay?” Dustin asked, clapping you on the back as if you were choking instead.

You waved him off and finally caught your breath after a minute.

“Yeah,” you said, standing up straight. “I gotta get to work, but you have Hellfire tonight, right?”

“Yup, every Monday after school from 3 to 7,” Dustin said, nodding.

“Sweet,” you said, pulling a small black box wrapped with a red ribbon, which you then handed to Dustin. “Some chick after third period gave this to me and said to give it to Eddie. I forgot to tell him at lunch, so now that honor goes to you.”

Dustin looked between you and the object now in his hand, which was about the size of a large ring box. He wrinkled his nose.

“Do I have to?” he asked. “Can’t you just give it to him yourself tomorrow?”

“No can do,” you said, shaking your head. “I’m libel to forget I even have it and I promised her Eddie would get it today.”

Dustin knew better than to argue. Everyone knew you had a poor memory and knew you didn’t make promises lightly. If you promised Eddie would get it today so you wouldn’t forget, then Eddie was getting it today so you wouldn’t forget.

Tucking the box into his coat pocket, Dustin promised to give it to Eddie as soon as he saw him. The two of you parted ways, him in one direction to go to the drama room for Hellfire and you in direction of the front entrance so you could go to work. You were practically skipping down the hall, happy that had gone well. You didn’t really expect it not too since Dustin was a good kid and he absolutely adored Eddie. You knew he’d come through for you.

Now it was just a waiting game to see how Eddie would react.

Getting a random gift from a secret admirer didn’t seem like something he would keep from you. The two of you told each other everything and had for years. The only thing you had ever kept a total secret from Eddie was how you truly felt about him.

It was as a strange feeling to be in love with your best friend. A very strange feeling indeed.

The two of you met in 8th grade when he transferred in from another district. That was the year Eddie had moved to this side of town to live with his uncle. While he had been instantly branded as a freak by the popular crowd, your reputation was somewhere basic outsider territory. It didn’t bother you to befriend him though, and you two instantly clicked.

Your feelings didn’t develop until sometime in sophomore year. Or that’s when you noticed them, at least. There was no catalyst or series of events that led to the moment. You just suddenly realized it one day in the middle of a math lesson. You hadn’t been thinking about him and didn’t have math class with him, it just hit you completely randomly and unexpectedly. It rendered you incapable of concentrating for the rest of the day.

Considering Eddie had never made any moves on you, never stated an interest in you and had never even flirted with you, it was obviously a one-sided crush. You were best friends, not really anything else. You tried to ignore it, figuring it would eventually go away without reciprocation.

Rather than go away though, your feelings grew into love.

And now, as you were both starting over your senior years for the second time each, you had decided this was going to be the year you finally tell Eddie how you feel.

Eventually.

You would tell him how you felt eventually.

While Eddie had a few very short-term relationships over the years, he hadn’t dated in a long time. That had to mean he didn’t want anything serious right now. Plus, if he did want to date, that didn’t mean he wanted to date you. You kept reminding yourself of this to keep you from getting your hopes up. Which is why you had elected to go this route. If he didn’t seem interested after a few anonymous gifts and notes, you’d leave the whole thing alone. No harm done, no damaged friendship.

What you didn’t expect was for that one little box to spark Eddie’s curiosity into a full-on blaze.

He was waiting for you in the school parking lot the next morning. You barely got your car parked in your usual spot before he had ran over from his van and opened your door for you.

“Y/N, it’s time for you and I to have a talk,” he said, his tone and facial expression serious.

You stared up at him blankly as he smirked down at you. Surely he hadn’t figure it out that quickly?

You decided your best option right now was to play dumb.

“Er, okay?” you said, climbing out of your car and putting your jacket on. “What about?”

“Oh, I think you know what it’s about,” he said, a playful tone coming to his voice.

You dipped back into your car to collect your bag, backpack, and lunch box from the passenger seat, then shut your car door. While you may have appeared calm and sleepy on the outside, inwardly you were panicking. You didn’t expect him to grill you less than an hour after you woke up.

Luckily for you, Eddie took your stunned and panicked silence for you still waking up.

“The box from yesterday?” he said, as he grabbed your backpack from you to sling it from one shoulder to carry for you like he always did.

You continued staring at him, mouth dropping open slightly, your brow furrowed.

Now you weren’t acting, you suddenly found yourself unable to speak as you looked at him.

“The one you gave to Dustin to give to me?”

Oh fuck, he knew. He somehow figured it out. He knew you gave it to him. This is it.

Right as you were on the verge of spilling your guts, Eddie chimed in again.

“The box the girl gave you yesterday to give to me?”

Oh. Right. You had given it to Dustin, saying someone had given it to you.

“Oh yeah,” you said, clapping your hand to your forehead, then dragging it down your face tiredly. “Sorry. Long night last night.”

“Yeah?” he asked, you nodded as you lit the morning cigarette for the two of you to share, like you did every morning. “Shitty customers or got off late?”

“Both,” you said, passing him the cigarette. “Like, ten people decided they needed their groceries five minutes before closing. On top of that, me and Teri were by ourselves again, so we didn’t get out until almost midnight.”

“I still say they’ve gotta be breaking the law by keeping you there that late,” Eddie said, his eyes darkening. “Isn’t there some rule against high schoolers working past 8 or something?”

He always worried when you had to work that late. People get jumped in parking lots all the time and was always paranoid that would happen to you.

“That only applies if it’s your first time through,” you chuckled, as Eddie passed the cigarette back to you. “Trust me, I checked. Soon to be 20-year old’s repeating their senior year for the third time don’t qualify.”

After passing the cigarette between you a few more times as you chatted about your morning, Eddie finished it and tossed the butt to the pavement. You both started walking up to the school.

Fortunately, the time Eddie gave you to wake up more before continuing the initial conversation had also given you time to think. When he brought it up again a few minutes later when you were almost inside, you were prepared.

“So…” Eddie began. “The box…”

“That’s right!” you said and looked over at him curiously. “What was in it anyway? It felt really heavy for such a small thing.”

Eddie skipped a few steps ahead of you and spun around on one foot so he was directly in your path and facing you. He held up his left hand as if showing off his rings. Your looked down and, sure enough, he had on the one you gave him on his pointer finger. It was square shaped with a cross in the center and a skull at each corner.

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed with well-acted excitement, grabbing his hand, and jerking him closer to get a better look, which made him stagger slightly. “Hey, isn’t this that ring you saw at the pawn shop a few months back???”

“I think so!” Eddie said, nodding rapidly.

One thing you both loved to do together on weekends was hit up as many thrift stores and pawnshops as you could looking for deals. When Eddie found this ring a few months back, the $30 price tag was a bit out of his reach. The disappointment in his eyes about broke your heart, so you went back the next day and bought it for him. You’d held onto it until now, trying to figure out how to give it to him.

“That’s so awesome!” you exclaimed.

You used this as an excuse to grab Eddie and wrap your arms around him in an excited hug. He eagerly returned the hug, spinning you around once and nearly running you both into a passing group of students.

“Who was it from?” you asked as he set you down and you two continued walking, now headed for your locker.

“That’s what I was hoping you could tell me,” he said. “There was no note, tag, or anything. So, I was wondering who gave it to you.”

“I didn’t recognize her,” you said, then shrugged. “I don’t have any classes with her, that much I know for sure.”

This part of the lie relied heavily on Eddie just accepting your poor memory without asking too many questions.

Everyone knew you could barely remember what you made yourself for lunch yesterday, much less the face of someone you didn’t know. You recognized people you went to classes with, even if you didn’t know their names, because you saw them in the same place every day. In general, it always took you a few weeks with any new person you met to fully integrate their face into your brain. So, you not recognizing someone you went to school with wasn’t uncommon.

Eddie knew this and you could see the disappointment in his face.

“Damnit,” he said and sighed, brushing a hand back through his hair. “I was afraid of that. I really wanted to thank whoever she was.”

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I’ll try to keep an eye out for her, but you know what the chances of me recognizing her are.”

You flashed him an apologetic smile and he nodded in confirmation as you reached your locker. The conversation switched to school things as you got your stuff situated, taking only the books you would need before lunch. With that done, now you walked Eddie to his locker and once he had his books, you both went to English, which you had together. Since the two of you sat next to each other, you noticed that Eddie used the time waiting for class to gawk at the ring and awe and wonder.

It made your heart dance seeing how happy it made Eddie. You had to bite your lip hard to keep yourself from grinning like a fool. That surely would’ve given you away right then and there.

Oddly enough though, he really didn’t talk about it much to anyone else. You’d catch him gazing at it fondly, but if anyone asked about it, he was tight lipped.

“It was a gift,” is all he would say.

As the days went by, Eddie didn’t mention it as often to you. When he did, it was still just to say he wished he could thank whoever got it for him because he loved it so much.

A couple weeks later, on the last day of school before Thanksgiving break, you proceeded with the next part of you plan.

Your fourth period class was World History. Eddie’s locker just so happened to between that classroom and the closest girl’s bathroom. It was easy to get a pass for the restroom since you rarely ever asked to leave class. On your way there, you briefly stopped at his locker. You took a letter sized envelope out of your inner jacket pocket and slipped it into the locker through the vents. Even after a quick stop at the restroom to back up your lie, you were back to class before the teacher could be suspicious.

The nerves you felt before giving him the ring were nothing compared to the nerves you felt now.

In that letter, you were finally confessing your love...

More or less.

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic

[ughgoaway]

I would kinda prefer it to be a seperate thing but I will love whatever you choose. Thank uou sm for answering🫶

I am quite good with hiding my problems and most of people don't notice anything 😭 Sorry I don't want to make anyone bad with this love yall 🫶

of course lovely!! I wrote it as a separate thing, and don't even worry about making people feel bad - I'm pretty sure everyone relates massively to what you said.

I hope what I wrote okay and that it's not too short <333

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you come home from work fucking exhausted, this week had been the longest of your life. every day was a new drama, and seemingly only you could fix each one.

and of course you did, putting out fires with a fake smile the while time. it got especially bad when you found out you have to do a presentation to the board next week, on top of all of your other tasks.

so you were stressed as fuck. And you knew next week would somehow be worse.

but you were determined to keep work and home separate, not bog matty down with your petty issues.

so when you come home to him making dinner in the kitchen, you really try and play it casual. you come up behind matty and give him a hug, burrowing your nose into his neck and breathing him in.

he jumps from the contact, but soon settles into your arms, stirring the pan and smiling as he speaks to you, "Hi sweet girl, missed you today. how was your day?" He drops the spoon and spins around in your arms, pulling you in close and happily humming at your presence.

"was alright," you lie, "happy to be home now though." You smile and pull back, looking up at matty, trying to feign happiness.

he seeks right through you. He was always able to read you like a book. which might seem endearing, and most days, it was. But times like this, it became an annoying skill.

"You sure you're okay, baby?" he says softly, brushing your hair behind your ear and cupping your cheek gently.

you take a shaky breath before reassuring him again, "yeah. I'm fine. " Your fake smile and shaky breathing are giving you away.

and you know if matty asks one more time, you'll crumble.

he doesn't even have to speak, kust giving you a disbelieving look, and you break. eyes welling up and your lip shaking.

"Oh angel, c'mere," matty drags your body into his and hugs you tightly, noticing your body shuddering as you sob into his shoulder. he feels his shirt dampen and can't help but squeeze you tighter. pressing kisses to your head one after the other, desperate for you to stop crying.

eventually, the dark grey patch on his shirt stops growing, and your breathing evens out. you come out of his shoulder with a sniffle, staring at him with a dejected look on your face.

and matty can tell exactly what you're gonna say next, "ah ah ah. don't just say you're fine and wave me off. I'm here for you, my love. Let me look after you, hmm?"

you initially go to fight it, ready to insist that you're fine and just being dramatic. but this week had broken you down so much that you immediately nod, tearing up again just at his kind words.

"Oh angel, I know you're feeling really shit when you don't even try to fight me. how about I run you a bath? I'll light some candles and use that lavender bath salt you love. " he strokes your hair as he speaks. wiping tears with his other hand, swiping his thumb along your rosy red cheek.

"Yeah. that sounds really nice, thank you, baby. " You smile and hug matty again. Just his presence is already making you feel better.

"Of course darling, after you've relaxed for a bit, I'll make us a cup of tea, and we can figure out whatever is bothering you." matty feels you nodding against him and softly smiles to himself.

he grabs your hand and leads you to the bathroom, letting you sit on top of the toilet seat and watch him run your bath.

he adds bubble bath and froths it up before adding the bath salt, the scent of lavender permeating the air around you.

he grabs the candles from the cupboard next to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he comes back up. you giggle lightly at the peck, and matty can't hide the proud smirk that comes across his face. making you happy will always make him giddy, looking after you was something he could never tire of.

he lights the candles around the bath, and you have to convince him not to run to the shop to get rose petals.

"matty, don't worry about that! it's already perfect, thank you." You stand and kiss him, wrapping your hands around his neck and tugging him closer. your lips move together slowly. The kiss isn't full of lust or being driven by something deepee. it's simply full of love, two pairs of lips working against each other seamlessly.

with a soft, sleepy smile, you pull away, feeling slightly dazed from the kiss you had just shared. Teasingly, you begin pushing matty out the door, "Okay, time for you to get out, I'll be out in an hour to watch bake off together."

matty smiles as he walks backwards, tracing your face with his eyes. he holds his hands up in faux surrender, "alright, alright. let me know if you need anything, okay?" You nod and shut the door behind him, giving him a little wave as you do.

just as you turn back around, you hear the door click back open, you spin around to see mattys head poking around the corner. before you know it, he's pressing a quick peck to your lips and sneaking back out, "Bye, sweetheart!" You hear from the other side of the door, and you don't even bother to fight the Cheshire cat style smile that comes across your face.

an hour later, and with pruney fingers, you come out of the bathroom, dressed in fluffy pyjama bottoms and one of Matty's t-shirts that you had stolen been gifted.

"There she is! Nice bath, baby?" matty asks from the sofa, two steaming cups of tea in front of him. he lifts the blanket across his legs up and nods you into his side, and you immediately burrow in. he throws the blanket over the two of you and holds you close, rubbing up and down your arm soothingly.

It's about an hour later when matty asks you what's been happening. You've both had your teas and been very judgemental of everyone's baking skills on bake off, so there were no more distractions

"s'nothing, really. just stupid work. my manager has been off all week, and I've been doing everything whilst she's been gone. and now I've been told on Monday at 9 am that I'm making a presentation to the board of directors. and I just can't do it all, matty. I'm so fucking tired-" matty shushes you and wipes the tears you hadn't even noticed were falling.

"shh, it's okay, sweetheart. We'll figure it out, okay?" You nod sadly and sniffle. Matty gives you a sad smile before going into protective boyfriend mode.

"Right. Next week your manager should be back, and if she's not you're going to go to Mark and demand some help" you let out a whine of protest and matty lightly laughs before adding, "I know you hate Mark, but you need the help baby." You sigh, and matty knows he's got you. You really do need to speak to Mark.

"and you don't need to worry about the presentation. we have all weekend to perfect it and practice it as much as we can. I cancelled on Ross earlier anyway, so we can avoid his barbecue on Saturday and get this done"

your face drops as guilt overtakes you, "oh no. I'm so sorry! please don't cancel Ross, you can go! I'll be fine here, I just need to make a PowerPoint and some cards -"

matty shakes his head and cuts you off, "Nope. I'm staying to help, no matter what you say. Ross will have a thousand more barbecues that we can go to. Let's just focus on you and make you feel better this weekend, okay?"

you nod slowly, feeling unbelievably lucky that you've ended up with the man in front of you.

matty insists on finishing the abandoned dinner from earlier for the two of you, ordering you back to the sofa when you try to help. he does the dishes too, insisting you "just sit there and look pretty sweetheart."

you have to convince him not to physically carry you to bed. but once you're settled in bed, matty pulls you close, tucking your head into his chest.

he kisses your head one last time, smiling as he hears your breathing even out and knows you're asleep.

#oh to have matty looking after me and making me feel better <3333 #alas i just cry on my own and watch gilmore girls #sorry this took me a little bit!!! <3 #also sorry this is bad!! #anon!

[wjforever]

Throughout the entire series, in translation, Dongfang calls Orchid just a little flower spirit. But in the book and in the drama, he actually calls her 小花妖 Xiǎo Huāyāo a little flower demon.It starts back in the second episode, when he doesn't know her name yet. But the funny thing is that he doesn't call her that right away. Before this she forces him to return her hair, which of course impresses him. And then she begins to explain that one can't take away someone's work, thereby justifying her intention to release the criminal from the pagoda. And after that Dongfang begins to call her 小花妖 Xiǎo Huāyāo.

Of course, I wanted to learn more about this nickname in order to understand what meaning was put into these words, because he called her that until the very end, although he used it less often in the last episodes.

A few facts. The translation of the word demon in Chinese mythology is significantly different from what we are used to. By the way, the same word is called Ying Zhao. It seemed strange to me that demons turned out to be cuties, but when you learn more about the meaning of this word, you understand why you didn't perceive it quite correctly.

For us, demons and devils are more similar in meaning. If we are not talking about the Devil, then devils are the same demons. But they don't in Chinese mythology.

I copied this for you

妖 yāo - demons or alternatively translated as monsters. Born when an animal, plant, or even an inanimate object absorbs spiritual energy over a long period of time and then gains spiritual awareness. Not inherently evil, although many have antagonistic relationships with humans.

魔 mó - devils or alternatively translated as fiends. Evil spirits/creatures of remarkable power and cruelty. Similar to the demons and devils of Western mythology. In some novels, evil cultivators emulate them by practicing devilish cultivation methods and committing atrocities in their pursuit of power.

Some novels consider Demons and Devils to be a single species (妖魔 Yaomo), others as distinct species (妖族 Yao race / 魔族 Mo race).

魔 is sometimes translated as "Demon", which can be confusing at times (particularly when 妖 is also used in the novel).

However, this is not all. I dug through the material and found something interesting.

妖 yāo Initially, this is a female image. A mix of two images of a woman and a baby that are superimposed on each other. The beauty of a woman who hasn't yet submitted, the extraordinary one.

Original meaning: beautiful, magnificent. Enchanted girl, charming girl. Extended: inappropriate behavior, demonic spirit. Witchcraft, demon, magic.

The words demonic, gorgeous, beautiful are closely intertwined in the meaning of this word. This is a demoness, a witch, a sorceress.

Other translation variants are abnormal, bizarre, phenomenon, goblin, evil, magnificent, charming, fascinating.

I believe this is important that it's a female image, and not just a demon. So Dongfang admits her feminine essence.

I think that the closest thing to European culture is the image of a witch, or rather even a sorceress. Beautiful, rebellious, dangerous, powerful. Like Triss and Yennefer from the Witcher, if you're familiar with this universe.

So it's on the verge of a compliment and an insult. Some women are offended when they are called witches, while others are flattered. Maybe this is another reason why Orchid interrupts him so abruptly and tells him not to distract her. Not only because he says that she has features of the moon tribe, but also because he uses such an address to her. This is a curious question. But it's debatable.

Also, it's perceived as the opposite of a fairy. Fairy and sorceress, beautiful and sweet against beautiful but wicked.

I also found an agave plant, one of the varieties of which includes the name demon. 妖炎 (yāo yán Demon's flame). It has spikes. Considering that Orchid is a plant, this adds a new meaning, the orchid with thorns.

Anyway, it's pity that in the English version they refused to use this nickname, because I think it adds more colors to the relationship between Lanhua and Dongfang.

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