#how dare they have everyone sing together they know it makes me cry

[sturnioloshacker]

truth or dare - a chris sturniolo short

a/n: requested by anon; lowercase intended

summary: a game of truth or dare leads to a crush confession

the air was filled with laughter and exposed secrets as we all sat in a circle for game night. chris, matt, nick, madi, nate and i all decided to play a classic game of truth or dare. as the bottle spun, our nerves heightened and our deepest, darkest secrets were waiting to be revealed. the bottle slowed in speed, passing nick, passing madi and landing on me. crap.

“oh, y/n!” madi says in a sing-song voice.

“yeah?”

“will you tell the truth or shall i dare you to expose yourself?” she asks, as a mischievous grin spreads across her face.

i hesitated, glancing nervously at chris, who was sitting opposite me. i’ve had the biggest crush on chris since we first met at a movie premiere. nobody knows about this crush except for madi. i feel everyone’s eyes on me as they wait for me for my answer. 

“dare," i finally said, trying to mask my anxiety.

madi's eyes gleamed with mischief. oh no, she better not!

“i dare you to tell us who your crush is."

the room fell silent as everyone turned their attention to me. i feel my cheeks flush and my body go numb. she really went there. my heart races as i feel the panic rush through my body like an adrenaline rush, and without a word, i stand and bolt from the room, leaving everyone else stunned. 

“um. i think i messed up,” madi says, breaking the awkward silence.

“should someone go and see if she’s okay? i feel bad for her,” nate speaks up.

“i’ll go and check on her,” chris says, getting up from his spot and going to find me.

“and off the crush goes!” 

“madi!” nick yells.

“i’m going to shut up now as i'm a terrible bestie.”

i hear a faint knock against the bathroom door. hearing chris’s voice, my heart skips a beat. how did he find me so fast? i quickly wipe my tears to hide the evidence that i was crying from embarrassment and open the door. chris comes in and notices my rosy cheeks and watery eyes.

“have you been crying?”

i nod in shame and hang my head low as i feel more tears threatening to spill. chris pulls me into his embrace, rubbing my back as i softly sob into his chest. he pulls away and takes me by the hand to lead me into his bedroom. 

“so, um, madi kinda exposed you even more just before by saying that i’m your crush. is that true?”

“yeah. yeah it is. i just couldn’t say it in front of everyone, including you.”

“why? matt said his and nate said his. you know you can trust us, right?” chris smiled gently.

“i’m just scared that you don’t feel the same way and i didn’t want to say anything so i panicked because i didn’t think you’d like me the way i like you.”

chris held my hands and he looked right into my eyes. i feel his thumbs run along my hands, bringing me at ease. i watch as he leans in, his face coming within inches of mine. he closes the gap between us and i instantly feel fireworks go off in my stomach. the kiss is soft and passionate, like he’s been wanting to do this for so long. i smile into the kiss, slowly deepening it as i remove my hands from his and wrap them around his neck. i pull away and touch our foreheads together, the spark between us feeling so real.

“i like you, y/n, so much. i’ve had a crush on you for a while now too.”

“really?”

“really.”

i close the gap between us again, this time the kiss is more passionate and fiery, our tongues colliding as we fight for dominance. chris wins as he pushes me against the bathroom sink. the kiss is so addicting, it’s like a drug. i just can’t seem to stop myself. i feel chris’s hands slide down my waist and to my bum, giving it a slight squeeze, making me jump. our heated makeout session is interrupted for a loud screech.

“what’s this?! oh my god!” matt yells in excitement as he finds his brother and myself pressed up against each other.

the other three come rushing to find us up against one another, our hair all messed up and clothes wrinkled. cheers and screams sounded off as we all crushed into a big group hug. 

“i’m not a terrible bestie anymore! from now on, you can call me madi the truth or dare matchmaker.”

we all laugh at madi’s comment before heading back downstairs to continue where we left off. sitting back in our original positions, we continue our game.

“so, y/n. i dare you to tell us who your crush is.”

“my crush is christopher owen sturniolo and i like him so much.” i proudly say with my chest.

i’m met with “awww” and “oooh” before we all burst into laughter. truth or dare continues into the night, from lap dances to kisses to exposing naughty secrets. i glance over at chris and we make eye contact. smiling, he gestures for me to come over to his side. i sneakily make my way over and he pats his lap. i slowly place myself in his lap and his arms immediately wrap around my waist, his head leaning on my shoulder. i spend the rest of the game in chris’s lap, kissing him and leaning against him. 

#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets imagine #sturniolo triplets fanfic #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets x reader

[fallinforerling]

when we were 18 - eh

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December 10, 2018

“You know what scares me a bit?” You said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence that lingered in the air between Erling and you. 

“What?” He whispered back, a bit sleepy after an hour of cuddling on the couch. You felt his arm squeezing you while he stumbled back to consciousness. 

“The future.” You tilted your head to look at him. “Sometimes it scares me how uncertain it feels.” This confession was a very scary one to make. Even though you were still young and had all your lives ahead, doubts about what would happen to your relationship always filled your mind. 

“What do you mean, elsking?” He fixed his position, propping himself on one elbow to look at your face. His eyebrows were furrowed, making his distaste obvious. “What’s uncertain about it? We’re going to make it. Together.” He said the last word with such conviction that you felt the need to cry. 

It had to be obvious, because one of his hands caressed your cheek, his eyes never leaving yours as you put your hand on top of his, stroking his fingers with a light touch. You hated to bring that expression to his face, but you also needed to say what you were thinking. 

“It’s just that…” You took a deep breath, wanting to keep away the knot that was forming in your throat. “Sometimes I see you, so hungry for more, so focused on your goals and your career… I don’t want to hold you back. I’m not as determined as you; what would happen if...?” You sobbed, closing your eyes to not let the tears leave your eyes. “You’re going to Austria so soon, and I… I can’t come with you.” Deep down, you were also ashamed to confess the next part. “I’m scared that you’ll want to break up because of the distance.” 

You felt like such a bad girlfriend. He made it. Finally, a team bigger than Molde had signed him. He was closer and closer to every important league, and there you were, having still one more year of high school while your boyfriend was moving to another country to play football for a big team. And the worst part was that your biggest preoccupation was your relationship status and not his happiness. Why were you being so selfish?

“No! No, I would never do that. You’re my everything.” He said, brushing your tears as they fell. You felt his kisses on your forehead and temples, which made you slightly smile through the tears. “I wouldn’t let us down, not now, not ever. We’re going to be together no matter what, okay? Distance is just one sacrifice we have to make for a year. Okay?” You nodded, daring to open your eyes to look at him. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.”

July 21, 2019

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Erling, happy birthday to you!” The loud round of applause made Erling flinch as his embarrassed expression looked back at you. You knew he hated this type of thing, but you also knew his family enjoyed it, especially since he had finally come back for a tiny bit thanks to the vacations. 

Your heart raced as you all gathered to watch him blow the candles, make a silent wish, and thank everyone for attending this improvised get-together. It’s been a couple of days since he made it to Norway, but you still couldn’t believe he was really here with you. All those months of quick visits, video calls, texting non-stop, nights full of crying for how much you missed him. It was all coming to an end. 

“I can’t believe you made me do that.” He whispered against your neck as you leaned to hug him by the shoulders. 

“I know, but your mom wanted to sing happy birthday.” You giggled, brushing a hand through his short hair. “Happy 19th birthday, baby.” 

“You’re the best gift of the evening. I love you.” His eyes sparkled when you touched his cheek, and you knew that all these months were worth it. 

Because he was here, with you, after all. And you loved this man so much that sometimes you felt like your heart could explode. 

“And you have no idea how much I love you, Erling.” 

He smiled before kissing you, leaving you breathless after his hand let go of the back of your neck. His family and friends were all scattered around the patio, so you felt free to sit on his lap and be as clingy as you wanted. You’d always loved to sit like this, with his arms around you and his hands massaging your back, just looking at each other. You felt so protected and loved. 

“I need to tell you something.” He said out of nowhere, making your heart skip a bit. You knew that tone. It was the same one he used almost a year ago when he decided to move to Salzburg. 

“What?” You had been together for two years, and if you’d learned anything about your boyfriend, it was that he only said a decision out loud when he was sure of it. And from the look on his face, it was something big. He had made a decision that could change his life, and he felt ready to tell you. 

“I’m not staying in Salzburg for another season.” That phrase alone got your hopes up for a few seconds, only to drop them instantly into the underground. If he wasn’t staying in Austria, he was moving elsewhere. 

“England?” You whispered, knowing he would understand what you were asking. 

“Not yet.” His grip tightened around you. “But if it’s the country I’m thinking of… I want you to come with me.” You both stayed silent, then he took a deep breath. “Please…” 

Your mind raced. You knew it would be difficult, and that perhaps it was a highly stupid decision to just drop your whole life and move countries for your boyfriend, but your heart— and mind—only thought about him. There wasn’t any way that you could spend another year (or years) apart. What would happen if you decided to study in Norway, and then there wouldn’t be time available for you to visit him? What would happen if this sudden change was the one that could finally break you both? You didn’t want to wake up one day and regret saying no. 

“I will.” 

Even though you still feared the future and what could come next, you knew it was worth it if it meant being with him. 

August, 2019 

After Erling’s proposal to move in with him for his next season, you started to plan out many things. Meanwhile, your parents, despite your own assumptions, were thrilled to know that the relationship was moving forward. They’ve loved Erling since your days as friends, so these news were excellent. You were beyond relieved, because you wouldn’t have known how to deal with your parents’ disapproval at times like this. 

Since you’d finished high school and were using the well deserved free time to sort out what you wanted to do with your future, traveling around with Erling was a pleasure that you could finally allow yourself to enjoy. After his birthday party and quick visit at home, you both flew back to Austria, where he finished the season with more trophies than he had planned to win. You both stared at his cabinet, mesmerized by his Player of the Season and the Austrian championship ones shining like gold. You were so proud of him. 

Sitting by the fireplace, you couldn’t help but hold him closer, knowing at heart that this was just the beginning. 

“You’re going to be a star.” You turned to look at his profile. “A big one. Everyone’s going to know your name. Very soon.” 

“You have too much faith in me.” He said it with hesitation, but you knew he wanted the same thing. 

And you knew it wasn’t impossible. Back in May, he had scored nine goals on his own against Honduras; by this point, a lot of people knew who he was. Even if it wasn’t the biggest peak of popularity, his achievements were outstanding. It was a matter of time, but you knew it. He was going to be the best striker to ever exist. 

November, 2019

“Elsking?” Erling’s voice startled you awake from your nap, noticing how it had turned dark outside. Fuck. You slept more than you’d planned. Now your boyfriend had finally arrived from his gym session, and you weren’t even fully awake to greet him. 

“Oh my, I overslept.” You sat up, rubbing your eyes as Erling kissed your head. “Welcome, babe. How was everything?” 

“Dortmund, Germany.” Was his response, leaving you confused and disoriented. You looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, not knowing what he meant by that. 

“Germany?” You asked, still feeling too sleepy to understand. Then he kept looking at you the only way he did when he had just said something meaningful, and you knew. “Dortmund, Germany?!” This question was almost a scream. Hearing that city brought back all those times you catched him watching the Dortmund games a bit too attentively, or when he asked you to practice German “for fun”.  “Borussia Dortmund?” You made the connection right away. You knew the club very well by this point. It was famous for hosting excellent players who later turned out to be worldwide stars. Dortmund was the best place for youngsters with great potential to start. 

Just what Erling needed. 

“That’s amazing! Erling, I’m so proud of you. That club has so much history, you’re going to be great!” You hugged him, realizing what a change— for the better—this was for his career. “It’s such a good thing for you.” 

“But is this what you want?” He said instead, shocking you with the question. “Do you feel comfortable with this change?” His hands went to your face, his thumbs caressing your cheek bones. “I don’t want you to be miserable just because I decided to move to yet another country that’s not home.” 

You didn’t know why Erling’s concern about your opinion surprised you. All these months, you had planned together what was next. His career and yours were intertwined. But of course, he thought you were accommodating to him.

“Baby, I’m not planning my life around yours.” You said, giving him a peck. “I know this is a very sudden change, and that maybe we’ll have to do this many times throughout the years, but I don’t mind. I love you, and my career won’t be affected if we move fifteen times in one year. I want what's best for your career. And home will always be where you are.” 

“I just don’t want you to hate me if I make a decision that affects us in a negative way.” 

You both were so young. And yet again, you knew this was just the beginning of your future with him. 

“Being with a footballer is not an easy thing, I know that. But there won't be a day when I regret loving you and being by your side. No matter what, I’ll always support you, Erling Braut Haaland.” You noticed how he teared up a bit, and you couldn’t do anything but kiss his tears away. 

Just one step more. He deserved this. 

July 20, 2020

It’s been exactly one year since Erling asked you to move with him. It’s been seven months since you started your life in Dortmund. And you couldn’t be happier. 

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Erling followed you around the house, fighting against his training bag as you both came downstairs. “Because if you’re not, I can always call and tell them I had an emergency.” 

You stopped in your tracks, turning around to give him a serious look that made him smirk. 

“You’re not serious about missing training for me, right?” You raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend, knowing damn well that he wasn’t the type to lie to his coach and just miss important training. “I’m just going out alone to do some shopping, it’s not that serious!” 

“But you don’t know how to drive!” He argued back, returning to follow you once you kept walking. “What if you get confused? What if you get lost on the train? What if you ran out of battery? What if—” 

“Erling Braut Haaland!” You shouted, laughing when he almost collided with your body. “Go training and let me handle this!” You pointed to the front door, raising both of your eyebrows when he just stood there. “Now! Go!” 

“Okay, okay!” He laughed, giving you a tiny peck before running to the door. “I love you!” 

“Love you too!” 

Now it was time to get ready. 

July 21, 2020. Early in the morning. 

Erling wasn’t the type of person to sleep in. Never, since he was around ten years old, did he sleep past eight a.m. Only when he started dating you, his days off become something he looked forward to, learning to enjoy sleeping in just because he got to be next to you. That’s why it amused him that, when he finally woke up early that morning, partly because his own body was used to it, he noticed your body missing from your side of the bed. His eyebrows furrowed, eyes still closed, as his hand roamed through the bed. Yep, you weren’t there. 

“Elsking?!” He called, his voice sounding raspier and lower than usual. You didn’t reply, so he opted to look for you. “Babe?” Just as he began to sit in bed, you appeared in the door frame, your smile bigger than ever as your hands carried a tray. “What’s this?” His smile matched yours, not daring to move as you came closer to the bed. 

“Happy 20th birthday to the love of my life!” This time, you didn’t sang happy birthday. Instead, you left the tray full of fruit and pancakes on his lap. This was one of those rare days where he could eat whatever he wanted, and your pancakes were his favorites. “I hope you like them.” 

Erling’s eyes locked on the food displayed on the tray; his head low as he picked up the fork, starting to pinch bits of everything for the first bite. You bit your lip, sitting close to him. Only when the fork didn’t reach his face, did you notice his shoulders shaking slightly. 

“Honey?” You said, caressing his bare skin as he continued to look down. “Is everything okay?” 

“It’s just that…” He sniffed, finally picking up the fork and eating the first bite. “I love your food so much.” His mouth was full, but you still found his words endearing. “And I love you so much. Thank you.” 

You didn’t want to laugh, but you did anyway because he was so adorable. You kissed his cheeks, wiping his tears as he kept eating his birthday breakfast. 

“What do you want to do today?” You said once the tray was empty, sipping the cup of juice since Erling insisted on sharing something. “I know you are tired, so I didn’t plan anything fancy.” 

Actually, you did. Just not the usual fancy stuff your families were used to. Back at home, there was always a party, a reunion, a big important thing where almost every single Haaland relative would visit to celebrate him. It was like that for every single sibling; you knew that even if he loved his family, he also loved his space. So when you finally were alone and, sadly, apart from the traditions, you thought about giving him an experience that was to his liking. 

“I want to be with you.” He simply said, making you smile for the hundredth time in the day. 

“Don’t you want to go out with your friends? Have a little get together?” 

He shook his head. He was a shy person, and you knew it was hard to make friends on the new team, but despite that, they all wanted to wish him a happy birthday and even asked you if you were planning a surprise party. Maybe next year, when your boyfriend feels more comfortable, you will take upon the idea and throw him a big party. 

But for now, it’s only the two of you. 

“Then get ready; I have a little plan.” 

The day was beautiful. Germany was full of life, the sun shining as you both left the apartment, ready to go on an adventure. You had planned this for a couple of weeks, so when you asked him to wear a nice shirt to match your sundress, his eyes flickered with suspicion. You stayed silent even when he tried to bribe you for some information. When you finally arrived at the place and shyly gave him directions from the passenger seat did his mouth fell open. 

“Elksing… How…?” 

“Secret.” You smiled, your eyes going from the little table by the lake to his face.

As you asked from the company, they had built and arranged a private place by their property where you both could accommodate yourselves without the need for their personnel to assist. You wanted it as private as possible, and as you walked down the path, the tent covering you both from the sun, you knew it was perfect. He held your hand even when you took a seat, facing each other. The table had tiny plates with fresh appetizers and a cold bottle of champagne. 

“Do you like it?” You whispered from across the table, attentive to his expressions as he took in the whole decoration. 

They were a bit silly, but you still wanted to tease him. There were tiny golden boots, Bundesliga trophies, and much more hanging from the ceiling, making him giggle. 

“It couldn’t be more perfect.” He said as he took out his phone, starting to snap photos of everything, including you. “You’re perfect.”  

May 13th, 2021

Winners of the DFB Pokal. You watched it all unfold from your seat on the sofa, covering your mouth to stop the tears full of pride that wanted to come out. You knew it. You knew he could make it. 

So far, not even one expectation you had for your boyfriend has come with disappointment. 

He was a star. And the world was there to see.

Two goals on your boyfriend’s behalf, which looked so easily made even though he was just recovering from an injury, were the final touch for their victory; you felt a sudden sadness for not being able to be there, for not being able to hug him and tell him how proud you were right there and then. No one was allowed to. The pandemic was an obscure phase in your lives, where you couldn’t go out at all, and if it weren’t for Erling, the experience of studying remotely by yourself would be a lot more depressing. 

You couldn’t wait for him to get home. 

But, being realistic, you wouldn’t see him for at least a day more. Between the hours of traveling from Berlin to Dortmund, and the fact that he was going to celebrate with his teammates, chances were indicating that your boyfriend would be arriving tomorrow night. 

With a sigh, you stared at the screen again, where you could see all the Borussia guys fooling around, their screams of happiness perfectly clear as the stadium was empty. You could even make out Erling’s, Jude’s, and Gio’s voices between the loud noises. With a smile, you stayed until the transmission was over and the screen became black. 

Looking around, you felt lonelier than ever inside the apartment. You’d been without your boyfriend’s company for two days, and even if you were used to it by this point, knowing that you couldn’t do anything to change it made it worse. 

“That’s okay.” You whispered to yourself, wanting to fill the apartment’s silence. “I’ll just call him.”

You waited a good ten minutes before even trying to call. You didn’t expect him to answer, but at the third ring, you were greeted with muffled voices, harsh noises, and your boyfriend’s laugh.

“Elksing?!” He screamed at the phone, sounding happier than ever. Adorable. “Did you see us? Did you see me?”

“I did! I’m so proud of you, baby! I can’t believe it’s finally yours. Please, take photos for me! I want to see it all!”

“Of course I will!” Then the muffled voices became clearer; they were screaming Erling’s name. “Gotta go, honey. I promise I’ll be home as soon as I can! I love you!”

“Love you too!” You said before the line went silent. With a sigh, you looked around. “Well, time to read.”

May 14th, late at night 

You first thought it was part of your dreams, but as the noises became louder, startling you into consciousness, you figured someone had just broken in. Sitting in bed, you listened carefully as you reached for your phone, thinking about a whole lot of horrible things that could happen if you didn’t react fast enough.

The bedroom door slammed open, making you scream. Then the person at the door screamed as well, and you noticed that the tall figure seemed very familiar. 

“Erling?!” You shouted, placing one hand above your heart as your boyfriend stumbled a bit while making his way to your side of the bed. 

“Baby! Sorry if I scared you. I thought you knew I was coming home!”

His words came out slurry, and then it clicked.

“Oh my god.” You laughed, making space for him to sit beside you. “You’re wasted, honey.”

“Me?!” He scoffed, offended by your very good assumption. “I’m fineeee.”

“Right.” You giggled, glancing at his clothes, which were all Dortmund related. “Wanna sleep, or do you want water?”

“Nope. I wanna cuddle with my girl.” He pushed himself further into the bed, practically making you slide back into your back. “I missed you so much.” Burying his head in the crook of your neck, he made himself comfortable on top of you, snuggling until he was practically using you as a pillow. 

“I missed you too.” Taking your hands to his now longer hair, you started massaging his scalp. “You did so well. I knew you would win.”

“I always thought about you while being up there.” His voice reverberated in your chest as he quietly spoke, his lips skimming your skin. “About how I had to make it for you. I hope you know those two goals were dedicated to you. And only you.”

Your heart skipped a bit; still caressing his head and neck, you kissed him multiple times on the forehead. No words were needed between the two while you fell asleep together, hugging each other closely until the next morning.  

July 21, 2021

“Hello, hello, Mrs. Haaland.” Jude’s voice whispered behind you as you made the final touches to Erling’s dinner table. 

A smirk crept to your lips as you eyed the person who turned out to be your boyfriend’s best friend in Dortmund. Jude, although a teenager, was tall and full of the confidence of someone who was used to being liked by everyone. You weren’t the exception. The midfielder was an adorable guy, and you liked him for all the times he supported Erling, especially when you weren’t able to do so. 

“Hey, Jude.” You smiled back, noticing how he was the first one to arrive. “You’re early!” 

“I couldn’t miss that prick getting surprised by a bunch of people for anything in the world.” He replied, eyeing the table full of gifts and balloons. “You’re always outdoing yourself, huh.” His playful smirk made you giggle as you finally left the table alone, giving him a glance. 

“I try my best. Now, seeing that you’re in such a good mood, put this on.” You grabbed one birthday cap from the decoration, handing it to him.

“Sorry, miss, but I’m not trying to ruin my hair with that.” 

Then Alfie, Astor and Gabrielle entered the room, carrying even more gifts, each wearing that silly hat Jude refused to wear. You eyed Jude again, knowing there wasn’t a chance for him to escape his fate. 

“God, okay. Give me that.” 

 “Hello, sister-in-law.” Gabrielle greeted, hugging you as close as her pregnant belly allowed. “Hello, Judey.” 

“Hey, Gab.” You both said, Jude leaving shortly after, apparently being too shy to actually stick around and chat. “Look at you, my precious baby is growing so fast.” You rubbed her belly, feeling a burst of excitement every time you remembered that a little nephew was on his way. “I can’t wait to meet him.” 

“He can’t wait to meet you.” She hugged you, making her smile contagious.  

As the minutes passed, more guests started to come, which was exciting. You knew Erling wasn’t too eager to be surprised or have big birthday parties, but you knew he would appreciate the gesture if he saw all of his teammates and family. Even you, who he thought was back at home for work. Like you could ever allow yourself to miss his birthday. 

After ten minutes, you had everyone wearing a hat, some willingly, others just hesitantly, giving you stares from time to time that made Gabrielle laugh. 

“Alright! We better be very careful not to make any noise. He’s about to arrive!” You shouted, asking the restaurant’s staff to please turn off the lights. 

You all squatted behind the furniture, waiting until the curtains started to open, Erling’s figure briefly illuminated by outside’s light before the room came back to life, and shouts of “surprise” startled him. You all clapped as he smiled, shocked by the amount of people. You stepped forward, catching his eye while he stood there, surprised before he shouted “baby!”, hugging you so tight you had trouble breathing. Your feet left the floor, his strong hands held you as he whispered against your neck. 

“I can’t believe you’re here!” Once he left you back on the floor, you held his face, not caring for the people watching. “I thought you were at home, working.” 

“And you believed me? Bold of you to assume I’ll ever miss your birthday.” You pecked him, enjoying how he still seemed beyond startled to see you right in front of him. 

“You’re so annoying.” He giggled, hugging you again before actually greeting everyone else. 

The evening was exactly what you expected: everyone laughing, Erling getting excited by the gifts, and shy every time someone filmed him. You all got drunk (making sure Jude stayed in line and only drank one glass of champagne), and at the end of the night, the Polaroid cameras you bought were the greatest idea ever. 

Everyone got to keep some, but after the party, when you were returning alone to the apartment, you started to go through the bag full of photos you got. There were blurry ones, or others where Erling didn’t appear at all. But then you found them. 

The photo was clear, with the flash making the decoration all shine around you. You were sitting on Erling’s lap, hugging his neck as he kissed your cheek. You had the biggest smile on your face, both of your party hats inclined to the left. You grabbed it, separating it from the rest and putting it in your purse. 

“Thank you for today.” Erling’s voice took you out of the trance, making you stare at him. His face was slightly red, his eyes half-shut. “You’re the light of my life.”

“Thank you for being with me for another year. I love you.” 

And if you kissed a bit too long for the driver’s liking, you could always blame the alcohol.

September 23, 2021 

“He ruptured his thigh muscle, honey. I don’t think he’ll be able to perform for a while.”

“How long?” You asked, having flashbacks of Erling’s first serious injury, where he had to hold back and just rest if he wanted to be in top form for future games. It drove him crazy. 

“At least a month; maybe less if he behaves himself.” The physio replied, glancing back to the room where Erling was huffing, looking at the ceiling as another physio continued his examination. “I gotta ask you a favor. Please, don’t let his ego take over and make him do something stupid, okay?” You nodded, your eyes still glued on your boyfriend’s figure. “We need him. And he’s a fantastic player, we can’t let him destroy his career.”

“I’ll make sure of it. Thank you, doc.” He nodded, going back into the recovery room. 

You signed, pacing back and forth while Erling’s examination was done. You couldn’t believe it, not even after you saw the injury happening. It was like a nightmare all over again. 

“Baby?” His voice startled you. You didn’t see him getting out of the room. You smiled, not wanting to make him feel any worse than he was already feeling. 

“My love.” You hugged him, sighing when he held you closer, taking a deep breath. “Everything’s gonna be alright, okay? You just need to rest and then you’re going to be back on the pitch before you know it.”

“I hate this.” He said, still hugging you. 

“I know.” Was your only reply, knowing how bad it was for him. 

There was nothing he hated more than being away from the pitch at times where he was needed. 

October 21, 2021

“Again?” You asked in shock, receiving the physio’s news like a bucket of freezing water that had been suddenly poured on you. “It’s been less than a month!” You wanted to cry. Of course this would happen. 

“Actually, it’s been ten days since his recovery.” The doctor’s tone indicated everything but good news. You knew it was bad, you knew it. “He came back too soon.”

“I know. I know. I tried to tell him that—”

“This isn’t your fault, dear. I know I told you to look out for him, but it’s not your responsibility if he chooses to be a bad patient.” The man rubbed his forehead. “Look, I know this isn’t the best thing ever, but I’ll have to give him a longer recovery time or we’ll damage his body to a point of no return. You get me?”

“I’ll do whatever I can to make him follow the instructions.” You didn’t know what else to say. 

You were worried sick, but nothing else was in your power to make this change or go away. You always expected the next injury to be the last, but nothing worked. Sometimes, you wanted him to see the real danger in going back to the pitch way before it was prudent. 

“You’re going to destroy your body if you don’t pay attention to it, Erling.” You didn’t want to sound harsh, but you didn’t want this to become a regular thing. 

“I know what I’m doing, elskling.” His harsh tone surprised you, but you let it pass. 

The last thing you wanted was to stress him out or argue over something that wasn’t going to change. 

“I missed three games last time. God knows how many fucking more I’m going to miss this time.” 

Oh, he was mad. 

“Let’s just hope for the best, okay?” You grabbed his hand, walking side by side as you moved to the parking lot. 

His thumb brushed your hand, a little smile lingering on his lips as you kissed his arm. 

“I’ll think of this as an opportunity to have a little vacation with you, elsking.” Those words alone seemed to cheer him up. 

Let this be his last injury, please. 

December 2021

“Merry Christmas, everyone!” Gabrielle shouted, walking around with such energy that you couldn’t believe she had a baby four months ago. Everyone kept an eye on her in case she wanted to lift something heavy or do an outrageous thing just because she was feeling fine. Especially on Christmas while she was around her younger siblings.

“Merry Christmas!” You all replied, lifting the non-alcoholic beers she made you all drink out of respect. 

Erling giggled when his sister sat next to her husband, chatting about God knows what while eyeing his drink, knowing she was making sure he wasn’t drinking anything out of line. You snuggled a bit more into your boyfriend’s arms, watching his little sisters run around Astor and his girlfriend, who seemed to have a gift with kids. 

“She’s so patient with them. I need that type of self-control.” You said, knowing you weren’t mentally ready to babysit the twins for more than a day. 

“Well, you’re pretty patient with this little guy right here.” His finger caressed his nephew’s cheek, who was asleep in your arms. “You’re pretty good with kids, y’know.” He gave you the look he had been giving you every time you held the baby. “And you look so gorgeous holding one.” 

“Whatever you’re thinking, no.” You giggled, not wanting to wake up the little angel you were holding. “Not yet, at least.” You whispered, biting your lip. 

“I’ll take that as a promise for later, elsking.” He said, giving his drink a sip. 

This damn man. 

January, 2022

“He can’t go on like this, he rather rests or he’ll ruin his body. He had serious injuries in a short period of time, we can’t risk it.” You listened to the physio’s words with a deep frown, knowing very well he was right. 

This was Erling’s call to stop. And you’ll make him before something terrible happens. 

“You know what I’m about to say, right?” You asked once you were inside the car, away from any spying eyes. 

You really wanted this to go away without a discussion, but you had been there, with your opinions buried deep down as Erling recovered and came straight back to games at full time. You wouldn’t let that happen again. 

He signed, still looking out the window. He was avoiding your gaze. 

“I know.” 

“You need to take this seriously. Three injuries in less than a year? Do you think it’s normal?” When he didn’t answer, you kept going. “I won’t let you ruin your body or your chances to make your career as big as you want just because you won’t let the team down.” You parked in front of the apartment, the both of you sitting in silence for a few minutes. 

“They need me, elsking.” 

“Yeah? And what about your health?” You turned to face him, wanting him to understand. “What would happen if you injure yourself beyond recovery? What would happen if you can’t perform like you used to because of your ego?” 

“That’s not—” 

“Or you recover, exercise, and rest like you need to, or I’ll go back home. Because I won’t sit around to watch my boyfriend destroy himself.” His eyes became wide open, a hint of hurt in them. It sucked to be causing it, but it was necessary. “And yes, it’s an ultimatum.” You got out of the car before he had anything else to say, not wanting to let your guard down. 

Later that night… 

“You aren’t serious, right?” His voice whispered against your shoulder as he came into bed, lifting the covers just enough to fit. You stayed silent as he held you, hugging you from behind until you were engulfed by his body. “Please, don’t leave me.” 

“I’m  not leaving you.” You said, resting your head on his bicep. “I just… I can’t stand to see you rush onto the pitch before the injury heals again. I know you love your team, but I can’t pretend I’m okay with it. You’re hurting yourself, Erling..” 

The room was obscure and silent, the perfect time to really let out your thoughts. It reminded you of that time years ago when you confessed how scared you were of the future. 

“And if you insist on doing it, then I won’t be next to you. At least not until you come to your senses and start taking the injuries seriously.” You continued. “Tell me you understand why I said what I said back in the car.” 

“I do… Look,I know I fucked up the last two times. I just… can’t stand the thought of letting my team down. But, again, I wasn’t doing the right thing if I was just thinking about them and not me… Or us.” He breathed out, kissing your skin. “I’m sorry for being so stubborn.” 

“I’m sorry for implying that I’ll leave you.” You laughed, feeling guilty again. “I just wanted to get a reaction out of you. To shake you a bit.” 

“That’s okay, I needed it.” He paused. “You still love me, right?” 

“Of course I love you, don’t be silly.” You giggled, turning around to kiss him. 

May 14th, 2022

It was time to say goodbye to Germany. It was time to say goodbye to Dortmund. 

You couldn’t stop tearing up from time to time during the day as you two got ready for his last matchday in Dortmund. The sight of the black and yellow shirt filled your heart with sadness as you put it on, peeking at the number nine embroidered on the back. 

“I’m gonna miss this apartment.” You whispered, looking at the empty spaces your things had left behind. Everything was on its way to England. 

Manchester, England, to be more specific. 

“Me too.” Your boyfriend said next to you. “And I’m going to miss you in yellow and black. It suits you so well.” 

“Me? What about you?” You smiled, hugging his waist. “We had good times here.” His eyebrows wiggled a bit at that, making you scoff a bit. “You’re so disgusting,” 

“You don’t seem to mind when I—” 

“Guys, are you ready?” Gabrielle entered the room, her little son wiggling in her arms as he tried to talk, but only a few infant sounds came out. “He’s so excited; look at his little clothes.” 

“You look adorable, bubba!” You said, taking him from her arms. “Who’s my handsome boy? Look at Dortmund’s best player.” 

“Hey, I think you’re meaning to say that to me.” Erling said behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder to take a better look at his nephew’s face. “You better stay away from your aunt, little bud. She’s mine.” 

“Oh, stop it.” You said, noticing how the baby just giggled at Erling’s words. “Very mature, uncle Erling.” 

“I know; that’s what you love the most about me.” You smirked, not wanting to admit it. “That’s fine, I don’t need you to say a word to know I’m right.” 

“Very well, lovebirds. We better get going or Erling will be late.” Alfie appeared at the door, smiling at the sight of his grandson. “Isn’t he adorable?”

You all nodded, enamored by the little baby. The twins came running, asking how long it would take to be at the game. They loved football. 

“Alright, alright! Let’s go, everybody to the cars!”

Erling and you went to the car by yourselves, enjoying the silence as he drove around the city one last time, making you remember all the little dates and sweet times you lived there next to him. You will really miss this city. You learned to love, live, and care for Dortmund beyond the fact that Erling played for the club. Now, you had to get used to not being in front of the yellow wall every time your team won. 

Once you made it to the stadium, you went separate ways. He had to change into his training gear, and you needed to catch up with the Haalands at the VIP box. The yellow wall was roaring from the energy of fans and family, all reunited to say goodbye to Erling. It took you a long moment to process it as you sat down, feeling the tears from earlier fill your eyes again, knowing this was the last time for a very long time where you would experience the feeling of belonging to the BVB family. 

“There’s nothing like this, my dear.” Alfie said next to you, his own eyes a bit glistening as he kept looking straight ahead, admiring the yellow wall like you were seconds ago. 

“I love this team, Alfie. I’m going to miss them so much.” 

And you knew Erling would too. That team had been his family for three years, and his good friends were staying here while he went ahead and made a change for the better. As horrible as it was, if he wanted to progress, he needed to leave Dortmund. Nonetheless, it didn’t make his last goodbye any less painful. 

The game was spectacular, and Erling gave a performance that proved why he was one of BVB’s most beloved players during his time there. The cheering, the flags, the signs with his name and face— you truly didn’t know how Erling held back the tears until he entered the dressing room. You were waiting him there, hugging him despite the sweat and grass stuck to his face, kissing him and whispering how proud you were and how much you knew it was hurting for him to say goodbye 

All of his teammates gave him hugs, kisses, jokes, and said goodbye to you with the same sadness you were feeling. Even Jude was emotional, but you pretended not to notice when he started to tear up. 

“Take good care of him, I know he’s going to need it.” Was the last joke you heard from him before he disappeared through the door. 

“I’m gonna miss you too.” Erling yelled at his direction, smiling through the tears he was not ashamed to show. 

June 10th, 2022

Manchester. The breezy city welcomed you once you left the private plane, making you push your nose deeper into your hoodie as security guided you to the car. Erling’s physical exams were today, and as always, he asked you to accompany him. You weren’t ready for the City’s team to be there, not only to welcome you, but also to film the whole process as introductory footage for the fans. 

“Don’t worry, we can edit you out of the video if you’re not feeling comfortable.” One of the cameramen said, smiling at you. 

“Yes, thank you. That would be awesome.” It wasn’t that you weren’t comfortable about your relationship with Erling, which was impossible by this point, but your presence was something that not many people knew unless they dug it up. 

It was an ongoing joke how many fans didn’t know about Erling having a girlfriend—a years-long girlfriend, in fact— who was with him most of the time, and even then, you were a rumor, which was the funniest part of it all. The little privacy you could get while dating a famous person was very appreciated. You knew it couldn’t stay like that forever, but as long as you two could, you'd maintain it. 

“Baby, you first.” Erling’s hand covered the small of your back, guiding you inside the car before he and Alfie followed. “It’s so windy.” 

“Right? I wasn’t ready for this weather. But, again…” 

“England.” You said together, laughing.

“Hey, don’t start making fun of your new home, kids. That’s rude.” Alfie scolded you, but at the same time, he was wearing the most mischievous smile ever. He was such a prick. “Well, we’re almost there, let’s get ready.” 

“Hey, after this, we’re going to see the new apartment, okay?” Erling whispered in your ear before you all followed Alfie to Manchester City’s medical ground. 

That mention of your new home brings excitement and a smile to your lips. 

“I can’t wait.” 

July 10th, 2022

Presentation day. You spent the whole morning murmuring it as you got ready next to Erling, making him smile at your antics. You were way more excited than him, which made him laugh at you. 

“Baby, you look gorgeous in everything. Let’s go.” He kept watching you from above his phone, his body resting on the bed without a worry in the world. 

“Coming! I just need to see which shoes look the best.” You turned to show him the two pairs of blue Jordans, one royal blue and the other baby blue. When you detailed him, your eyebrows furrowed. “Besides, you haven’t done your hair, and your shirt is there instead of your body.” 

Even though the vision of his half-naked body was still mesmerizing to you after four years, you really needed him to get going. It didn’t have anything to do with you being barely done. He was the star of the show. 

“I’ll get it on a bun now, don’t worry.” You smiled at his blonde hair being all over the place, something you barely see nowadays. 

“I love when you have your hair down.” You signed, turning again to face the closet. “Okay, I’ll just wear jeans like you. Can you pick a cute purse, I’m going to look for my perfume.” 

You heard him laugh from the room. 

July 11— 2 a.m. 

“Oh, my—” You both laughed hysterically as you reached the elevator, your bodies colliding with the walls, and you barely held Erling’s body straight enough to walk. “We’re… so wasted.” You murmured, pushing your boyfriend into the tiny space. “We have to drink water.” 

“Mmmh, you can drink something else.” His smirk gave away what he was suggesting, making you giggle as his hands roamed through your body. “You look amazing.” 

“No, you look amazing.” You pecked his lips until the doors opened, revealing your apartment’s private hallway. “Can you walk or do you need me to carry you?” 

You both laughed again at the suggestion, taking tiny steps until you were finally inside the apartment, turning all the lights on. The kitchen was as you left it, with a few empty glasses on the counter and fruit on display. Your boyfriend went for an apple while you grabbed a whole bottle of water. 

“Here, drink this, or you’ll have the worst hangover ever tomorrow.” 

“Always looking out for me.” He kissed you briefly, taking the bottle from your hand. It was half-empty from your own thirst. “Let’s go to bed, I’m so tired.”

You didn’t put up a fight. As much as you loved partying with your boyfriend, you were always destroyed after a night out. Not only did you reunite with old friends— like Martin and Akanji— but the constant dancing, mixing drinks, and people recognizing Erling emptied your social battery. 

You promised yourself to shower in the morning as you took off your makeup and Erling undid his hair. You both exchanged looks through the mirror, silently smiling as you brushed your teeth. Only when you were snuggled in bed, did your boyfriend say something. 

“I can’t wait to marry you.” He kissed your head and fell fast asleep. 

“I can’t wait to marry you either.” You murmured against his neck, knowing he wasn’t hearing you. 

July 21, 2022

On Erling’s 22nd birthday, you struggled to hide the plans you had for the day. You loved to celebrate his birthdays, even more since you two began to compete over who gave the other the best surprise. This time, it was a bit more difficult to do something new or different, but you supposed that getting his childhood friends next to his best mates at Dortmund to fly over for a surprise party in Malagá wasn’t a bad start. 

You were going to blow his mind. 

As you sneaked around the closet, collecting all of his favorite pieces, next to a new pair of Jordans that you hunted down for more than a month, you begged for him to sleep in a bit more as you closed the two suitcases that were accompanying you to Spain. 

“Elksing?!” You heard him shout, letting you know that he had already noticed your absence from the bed. “Come hug me!” 

“Hello, birthday boy!” You said as you peeked your head into the main room, scrunching your nose at the sight of your sleepy boyfriend doing grabby hands in your direction. “Good morning.” You whispered before kissing him, giggling when his arms hugged you tightly, making you go back to bed. 

“You smell amazing.” He kissed your cheek, biting slightly. 

“That’s the food, baby.” His eyes opened, an interested look greeting you. “Now I have your attention?”

“You always have my attention, sweet. But, you know, I won’t mind some food.”

“Well, better hurry up, then. We have to catch a flight at 6 p.m.” You left the bed while he stayed there, looking at you dumbfounded. 

“What do you mean ‘a flight’?” He shouted once you were out of sight. 

“You know exactly what that word means, Haaland!”

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“I thought you were kidding, babe!” Erling’s voice was still a bit raspy from sleeping, but his eyes were awake as he saw you taking the two suitcases out of the house. His hair was wet against his neck, a few drops staining the collar of his shirt while he stood there, not knowing what to do. “You can’t be serious. Are we really going out of the country?” 

“Of course we are.” You were really enjoying having the upper-hand over your boyfriend. His confused expression was worth all the secrecy of the past week. “C’mon, get in the car. And no more questions.” 

“Fine, fine. You’re the boss.” He laughed, getting in the passenger’s seat, which was a rare thing. “This is weird; I always drive.” 

“Well, now you don’t. Relax! Eat some snacks… But don’t you dare to check your phone.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because I said so.”

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“Spain?!” The shock on his voice was palpable, making you smirk as you sat on the plane. “Baby, there’s no way you’re serious. Spain?!” 

“Oh, I’m totally serious.” The satisfaction that your plan being successful gave you was beyond imagination. “Now let’s see how you outdo this.”

A smile appeared on Erling’s face, his eyes recognizing your hunger for competition. 

“You’re such a tricker. This isn’t fair, elsking.” He made a gesture to point at the VIP seats and your next destiny. “This is playing dirty.”

“We play to win, don’t we?” 

He laughed out loud, startling an old man sitting across the hall. You two exchanged a look, not wanting to disrupt the peace as the plane took off, leaving you three hours ahead, where Erling would most definitely try to bribe you for some information. 

Only when he saw the huge group of people waiting for him at the airport, did he realize the reach of your plan. You only smiled through it all, taking a liking to his mesmerized expression and the happiness he wore for the extent of the weekend, not stopping for one second the kisses, hugs, and “thank yous” every time you were close. 

August 7, 2022

Your eyes were glued to the pitch, your heartbeat racing every time you saw a player coming out of the tunnel. Alfie kept making fun of you, saying how you were more nervous than Erling himself.

But you couldn’t help it. This was his debut for Manchester City. This was it, the big step you two were waiting for. 

“I’m sure you can dig a hole in the floor with how much you are pacing around. Come here, enjoy some of the catering.” Alfie pointed to the table in front of him, filled with everything your stomach could wish for. Sadly, yours was closed for the day, the nerves making it impossible to get anything but juice or water. 

“I feel like I’m going to vomit, Alf.” You sat on your designated bench, biting your lip as you kept your eyes wandering on the pitch, finally seeing Erling. He was doing his exercises, but you couldn’t make out his face. “Look at him!”

Alfie wasn’t as vocal about his excitement as you were, but he came next to you to see his son, smiling before nodding. 

“He’s a champ, he can do it.” His hand brushed your shoulder, trying to calm you. “You know he’s going to make it.”

You nodded, knowing very well how talented your boyfriend was. Nonetheless, you were really nervous. After a few minutes, Erling’s manager and some friends of Alfie's started to arrive, making small talk before the game. You tried to ease up, finally encouraged enough to take a small plate with fruit to have for breakfast as you saw all the players depart from the pitch and into the tunnels. 

After a few minutes, you saw them coming out again, their faces serious and obviously concentrated,  as the first steps of the match began. Your heart started to race, and your breathing was irregular throughout the match. Only when Erling scored did you come back to life, screaming and cheering next to Alfie, who hugged you like his life depended on it.

The whole VIP section came to life, and the cheering of the fans made you nearly cry. You saw Erling make his trademark celebration, knowing that this moment was the one he had been looking for ever since he joined Manchester. 

What a way to start the season.

December, 2022

“Tante!” (Aunt!) Erling’s nephew stumbled, taking a few steps before falling on his bottom, still smiling like the happy baby he was. “Onkel!” (Uncle!)

“Hi, my angel!” You greeted, lifting him from the ground to kiss his cheek, making him giggle. “Oh, how I missed you!”

“We missed you too, darling.” Gabrielle kissed you on the cheek before pushing his brother’s arm. “Hello.”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t sense any tension in that greeting.” His sarcasm made you giggle, your eyes still glued to the baby’s features. 

“You’re growing up so fast! I can’t believe it.” You kissed his head, walking from here to there just to keep him entertained. 

“You still look amazing with a baby, just saying.” Erling said before greeting his nephew, kissing his head the same way you did. His golden hair was the exact shade of Erling’s, making your head go a bit dizzy. 

It was easy to imagine a baby that looked like both of you. 

“Stop that or I’ll get the wrong ideas stuck in my brain.” Your eyes went to your boyfriend’s face, seeing his smile just enough to let you know that was his plan. “You’re an evil man.”

“Evil or not, it’s just a matter of time.” One side of his mouth lifted, making you gasp. 

“I’m going away.” 

“Don’t run away from me!”

June 11, 2023

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[thoughts-on-bangtan]

VMIN ARE IN LOVE VMIN ARE MARRIED VMIN ARE IN LOVE VMIN ARE MARRIED VMIN ARE IN LOVE VMIN ARE MARRIED VMIN ARE IN LOVE VMIN ARE MARRIED VMIN ARE IN LOVE VMIN ARE MARRIED VMIN ARE IN LOVE VMIN ARE MARRIED VMIN ARE IN LOVE VMIN ARE MARRIED VMIN ARE IN LOVE VMIN ARE MARRIED VMIN ARE IN LOVE VMIN ARE MARRIED

Oh Anon you're so real for this. Honestly anyone who dared claim 'vmin divorce' should be sued because what we got to see today? There was never any talk of divorce, ever, if anything there was a vow renewal haha

When we heard that Tae would have a fan meeting as part of his Layover promo, we joked around about how cute it'd be if Jimin would come as special guest but ultimately dismissed the idea. We didn't want to get our hopes up concluding that likely there would be no guest or it could be someone else. So imagine our endless surprise when suddenly pictures and videos hit the TL on twt showing Jimin up on stage with Tae. No joke, I nearly dropped my phone and then thought there's no way, I had to be seeing things. I mean, I was but my eyes were not lying to me. Introduced as his best friend.

So not only did Tae's fan meeting give us Tae performing and having fun with ARMY, it also gave us Tae having fun with Jimin with ARMY. Jimin also spoke about how while preparing for today, Tae called him and asked him if he'd want to come so he'd asked if that would be okay, but in the end, he came as quickly as he could. And isn't that the sweetest thing? Having your first solo fan meeting and having your soulmate right there by your side to experience this with?

Please do check out this video of Jimin coming up on stage and Tae being so happy, it seemed like he didn't know what to do with himself and all this emotions so he smacked Jimin's ass, after Jimin cutely smiled at him, and then pulled him closer by the hip. Very vmin behaviour. Somebody hold me because I might combust.

Speaking of pulling people closer, we also got at least two endlessly adorable vmin hugs that had us yelling as well. The way Jimin closed his eyes? I cannot even.

Tae and Jimin also played games with ARMYs, including one person who came dressed as Bart Simpson saying they did it simply because it hoped it would make Tae happy and smile. How sweet is that? That's the kind of things Tae deserves, ARMYs showing him just how much they love and appreciate him because truly, look at him and tell me how anyone can dislike him. They did challenges and played ping pong and even danced, including Tae and Jimin dancing to Go Go with Jimin looking at Tae as though knowing that Tae is their choreography memory king and obviously he remembered every step. And we also got this sweet moment of Jimin caressing Tae's head.

We also had Tae announcing unplanned things like them going to Running Men together as well as this:

Mandakkoo translation on twt: Tae: first of all...me and jiminie..will work on a much cooler song..... Jimin: ..if you're like this then u Really have to do itㅋㅋ he just keep- talking bout things like this y'knowㅋㅋ u really Have to do it then... Tae: ..alright!

Which was brought upon by Tae and Jimin spontaneously singing Friends together with them finally singing the You Are My Soulmate line together, being cute AF while doing so, and making everyone cry in the process of it all. Earlier Tae also had Jimin sit down and sang him happy birthday along with ARMY as surprise. So cute!

How could these devastatingly cute smiles ever lie? Also the manager smiling at them, awww.

In the end, after their second super cute hug, with their arms still around each other, they sat down on the stage with their backs toward the audience so they could take a picture with ARMY to commemorate this day.

And just as Jimin was leaving the stage, Tae called out his name and shyly did a cute heart pose for him and got a heart back.

Generally there were just so many cute little moments that, after a year of comparatively barely any vmin, reaffirmed the fact that just because we don't see it, that doesn't mean it isn't there, as in, just because vmin don't constantly tell us about them hanging out or talking or doing something, that doesn't mean they don't still do that. Like that Jeju trip from which Tae posted pictures on his IG with Jimin and JK. If Tae didn't tell us, we wouldn't have ever known that this trip happened. Tae and Jimin were and still very much are soulmates, the vibe when they interact and look at each other so filled with mutual adoration and this soft spot they have for one another, and their bond is just as strong and beautiful as it was and will always be. As Tae said in the BTS book, Jimin is someone he can't live without and, from their TV appearance in 2021, Jimin is the person he likes the most.

But speaking of Tae liking Jimin the most and whatnot, I thought this anon message we got yesterday also fit in with this quite well:

From Anon: Did you see taehyung once again showed jimin a piece of art, this time jimin as an elf? Imagine being the fbi agent responsible for monitoring taehyung's phone and everyday you go like ''here we go again'' when taehyung pulls up 10+ jimin fanart tabs again

For those of you who might've missed it, during his birthday live Jimin shared what looks like an AI piece of art depicting Jimin as elf in a fantasy setting. He said Tae was the one who showed it to him and it made him giggle so much! Later as part of his public birthday wishes to Jimin, Tae posted another piece of AI art of Jimin this time as hunter/warrior also in a fantasy setting. This makes this the second and third time we've heard and seen Tae spend time on Jimin fan art since the moon tattoo on Jimin's back was also inspired by a piece of Jimin fan art that Tae had sent to him saying how cool it looked.

There were also a few silly little theories about what if Tae made those fantasy AI Jimin's himself, since some time ago he'd asked about a program or something to do this, but if that's what happened, who knows, but the thought is very Tae.

So yeah, after a long time without vmin, today was a day that just kept on giving and I hope Tae and Jimin got to have that drink they mentioned they would get together after the fan meeting. What a day to be a vminnie, wow.

Lastly there was this twt that I very much agreed with so I thought I'd share, it said: the way taehyung is so overjoyed that jimin is here with him? if he was any more giddy in love i’m positive he would’ve kissed jimin there and then

What a mood.

#vmin #taehyung #jimin #Taehyung fan meeting #vmin hug #BTS

[localgremlinboy]

some more silly rogues’ headcannons I thought of! Thank you everyone for the validation on the last ones, it made me smile! :D

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6]

- they all have a Minecraft server together that's utter madness! Riddler has perfected redstone and he makes puzzle riddle traps in game, it drives Joker INSANE. Ivy goes around planting giant trees and flowers without asking. And Bane has a nice little house and no one dares ruin it, it brings him so much joy.

- Scarecrow always has chapstick on him, it's mango flavored

- Riddler has a tamagotchi, he will cry if it dies. If you're the goon that has to watch it while he's in Arkham, be scared.

- Harvey still posts on his Twitter, Twoface has an invite only after dark account. He just reposts memes everyone else has already seen and overshares random personal information and middle school level poetry. Also Harvey & Twoface are currently in a four year long tweet war about an episode of Law and order

- Out of all the rogues, Joker owns the most shoes. He has a storage unit full of racks of different tailored costumes, shoes, and makeup. He wears an expensive french brand of makeup he has to ship to Gotham, and he doesn't do any crimes without wearing his lucky lipstick brand

- Scarecrow loves animal crossing, his island is decked out and Halloween themed. He hosts parties with the rogues on his island

- Riddler set up a VPN & free cable/wifi for all the rogues to use so they can stream whatever, but you have to answer a riddle to get the password. Joker hates it but he also needs to watch the new criminal minds reboot before Harley spoils it

- one time during a party, the rogues managed to convince a very drunk Harvey & Twoface to sing/reinact songs from phantom of the opera and later jekyll and hyde (Twoface is emotionally a theater kid)

- Harley and Twoface get really into murder podcasts together one time while in Arkham. Even after they all break out, they video call after new episodes drop to talk about it. One time they tried to do a podcast but it turned out Joker did the crime so like it wasn't much of a plot twist

- Harley streams her crimes sometimes & actually makes some sick side cash off it! Half the time her chat is just obsessing over her interactions with Ivy. Also Ivy is one of her top donors

- Catwoman is TikTok famous, she posts story times, how to do simple parkour and pick locks, and hauls from crimes. All of her money from sponsorships and stuff goes to charity (she gets sent a bunch of free cat food for her cats, it's awesome!)

- Joker scrapbooks, he did it for a gag originally but low key got into it and now he may or may not have a scrapbooking room. He tries to go to Michael’s incognito but like, everyone knows.. The employees are like “yo, the Joker is at the help desk asking about if we have batman scrapbooking decals? Do.. Do I ask if he wants to sign up for the rewards program? Is he allowed to sign up?” Yes he signed up for the rewards program

- Joker also often signs up for various rewards programs but when he doesn’t want their emails, he gives them scarecrow’s email. Scarecrow has a bounty for whoever stops the man signing up ALL his emails for the Chilies newsletter

- the rogues throw Harley a roller skating lasertag party, where they also learn Harvey can't skate to save his life. He's the dedicated party mom that's standing at the railing about to fall down while he cheers on the others doing tricks and he's in charge of everyone's coat at the table. Joker uses all of his tickets to buy bouncy balls and sticky hands. Catwoman is a god at laser tag, she nearly gave Scarecrow a heart attack when she dropped form the vents to snip him. At the end of the party, they all steal Harley the go kart that's worth like 10,000 tickets. Batman shows up to Harley doing donuts in the parking lot while all the other villains are fighting with sticky hands and bouncy balls

- Bane likes camping and takes all the rogues in hopes to get camping buddies, they all almost die out in the woods because it's a disaster but also he had a great time! The Joker brings a camera and the whole time is making dated Blair Witch jokes with Scarecrow, which Harvey doesn't find funny and not because he's scared of the Blair witch.. Riddler screams running off into the woods because of a bee "chasing" him, no one sees him until three weeks later when they remember that they forgot him in the woods. Clayface uses a survivalist persona/character the whole time they're out there but he knows nothing about survivalism, eating poisonous berries and telling them poison ivy is a healing herb. Ivy is probably the only one suited for camping and she has to make sure most of them don't die

- Harley collects pins! She has a pin board in her hideout. The other rogues give her pins they find/obtain around Gotham

- The Joker has spent 3 years trying to perfect confetti smoke bombs

#riddler #dc #rogues gallery #catwoman #Selina Kyle #edward nygma #bane #poison ivy #pamela isley #joker #scarecrow #jonathan crane #twoface #harvey dent #Harley Quinn #clayface #i really like the idea of the rogues playing videogames together #also harley and twoface are besties because I love the both of them #she went to college w/ him and thought he was just another successful dickhole but turns out he's a gay mess that needs a hug #also the rogues celebrating each others birthdays is my everything

[httpiastri]

SOO I HAVE AN IDEA….because….well..all i think about is pepe sooooo yes…..😔😔😔

based on the moment i knew by taylor swift(i love her if you couldn’t tell)

sooo its readers birthday and she is alonsos daughter( because i saw that he and pepe are really close🤞🏻🤞🏻) and ofc her and pepe are really good friends if not best friends.

and because she is fernandos daughter she is basically friends with a lot of the formula 2 and formula 3 drivers and they are at her party and its gonna be wild😼😼😼😼😼

anyway so reader has a bf and ofc he didn’t show up.(he could be any boy or a f2/f3 driver🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️)

reader doesn’t really care at the beginning that her bf didn’t showed up because she knows he is busy or something like that. so she dances with the girlies and the drivers(mostly pepe🥰🥰), just being happy that everyone is there with her.

but it was the moment when she needs to blow the candles, everyone is singing happy birthday and things that are happening at a birthday party:)))

and it hits her that her boyfriend, the person that means the most to her isn’t there so she runs to the bathroom in the middle of the singing. so ofc pepe runs after her.

standing outside of the bathroom door he asks her whats wrong even if he knows because hes IN LOVE WITH HER SINCE THEY MEET??!!?!!!!!??🫰🏻🫰🏻🫰🏻🫰🏻

and suddenly she opens the door and hugs him🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹(SOO CUTE IM CRYING) and she says to him that her bf didn’t showed up and she couldn’t do that anymore because it hurts her and blablablaaaa….so pepe comforts her by running his finger through her hair(JAHAHAABAJAJAJAHAHAHJAJAB)and other cute thingssssss

and they go on the balcony and talk about their friendship and life(like a deep talk) not caring about the people inside(but like everyone is watching them??!!!!??🥹🥹🥹)

and when they go inside pepe stays with her for the rest of the night making her laugh and she forgets about her shitty bf🥰🥰🥰🥰

later, when the party is over pepe helps her to clean up her apartment but?????HER PHONE STARTS RINGING…her bf(ex bf🤫🤫🤫🤫)

calls her and she answers.the bf says that he’s sorry he couldn’t make it and reader says that she is sorry too:))))and tells him that it’s over between them….and after they cleaned up everything they are getting ready for bed…and pepe is going in the living room to sleep on the couch but reader comes in the middle of the night and confess her feelings for him and they kiss🍾🍾🍾🍾🍾🍾🍾🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

also im sorry if there are mistakes but english is not my first language soo yes😭

i hope im not annoying you with all my yapping!!!!!😔😔🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻

i love you and take care of yourself💜

okay sweetheart, 1. you could never annoy me with any yapping, espECIALLY if it's about pepe. i dare you to try to get me annoyed, you won't succeed.

and 2. you're a geNIUS !!! i love this idea SO much. alonso!reader x pepe growing up together, subconsciously both always kinda crushing each other. and things have been heading kinda south with yns boyfriend for a while, which pepe also knows (because ofc she's complaining to him about her boyfriend, always going off about everything he does wrong, but pepe can't really say anything about how you should leave the bf because he doesn't wanna seem like he's affecting ur relationship)(even tho he rlly wants to)... and him not showing up to yns bday is just kinda the last straw :( and of course pepe is so good to her and does his best to help her not think about it, but when yn runs away he gets heartbroken too 💔 but he's so supportive in whatever she chooses and whatever she does 🥺 and he like doesn't really expect her to actually want him back and especially not that soon ?? but like they both realize that they're meant for each other so why hold back 🤭

i love u too darling!! thank you so much for this!! pls take care, have a lovely weekend <3<3

#i rlly rlly wanna write this 🥺🤭 such a great idea #i love u #this was so on point with the song also omg #also no no dont apologize for your english !! i understood it all no problem <3 im not perfect either #english is hard tbh #so dont worry loveeee 🫶🫶 #asks! #alexandra <3 #pepe thoughts

[jcforsapphics]

Hsmtmts 4x08:

Ok last episode I am so so scared but I'm so glad it's an hour longg

Good on EJ for being on his last play but babygirl what happened to your face

"Btw, who the fuck are you guys?" LMAO RICKY IS SO REAL

"Are you asking as my son or as my brother?"

I'm loving all the Kourtney appreciation because she desreve that so much

Troyella are getting very personal to rina right now

Jet being the biggest madlyn shipper!!

"I have every feeling for you" THEY ARE HAPPENING

NOT EJ PREDICTING MADLYN?? HE'S SO REAL FOR THIS HE IS US HE IS THE FAN BASE

"I feel like I don't deserve to be as happy as you make me" so I'm getting called out by every character this season, huh?

They are so not staying just friends who are they lying to

MADLYN KISS OH MY GOD THAT WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER I ?? THIS SEASON IS SO GOOD FRIEND FOR THE GAYS

Plot twist Ricky and Mack ends up together

Joshoua Bassest you have the voice of an angel

Full disclosure I actually hate public declarations of love and would not like it at all if he'll confess in front of everyone I'll probably have to skip it I can't handle second hand embarrassments

JET CALLING MADDOX HIS BEST FRIEND I LOVE THEM VERY MUCH

Hey I better get a fic expanding on Ricky feeling like he didn't deserve to get into college because??

Big Red and Ricky hug!!

Everyone singing together might have made me tear up a bit haha I don't want to actually cry I already cried last night when I prepared myself mentally (I'm attracted to this show in a very autistic and not at all healthy way and my therapist told me she's genuinely worried about me and about what will happen if rina won't end up together)

OK FIRST ANTINE IS NOT FRENCH?? ALSO WE WERE ALL RIGHT ABOUT HIM AND RED LET'S GO!!

"My dad knew I was gay since I was two!" Seb I think everyone knew

Ms Jen I'm sorry to tell you this but Gina always looks like a star

I don't have words for Ricky's speech because how dare he

GINA IS BEAUTIFUL

Gina talking about every single person and crying I can't I can't :((

"I really wish the world was as pure as you see it" is actually such a good line

Not Gina calling Jet out on his feelings for Kourtney in front of everyoneee

The camara not finding EJ when Gina is trying to talk to him??

This whole speech is really making me feel like I missed with my horrible theatre group I wish we had what they do

"I feel so seen and so understood and so known" I LOVE YOU GINA PORTER

RICKY TELL HER YOU LOVE HER YOU BITCH

MACK IS A RINA???

RUN RICKY RUN!!

This is literally the most unserious show in the world

THE SEASON ONE REFERENCE!! Loving this

"I'm in love and I know it" I'M COLLECTING MY RINA ENDGAME TONIGHT

This song is so going on my playlist

HOW DOES EVERYONE JUST KNOW THE LYRICS WHAT IS THIS GLEE

I genuinely love this song very much but I need an actual spoken confession for the edits

IT'S HIS FAVOURITE HAT <33

She did not tell him she loves him way back in season one and we didn't know??

"It's been there all along?" "Just like me." You don't know how much they mean to me

LMAO GINA JUST DECIDED THEY'RE GONNA SHOT AT SALT LAKE GO GIRL

Honestly Quinn deserve such a rise after this

MY CHILDREN

I can't believe the show is over :((

Definitely a few things I would change about this season but more on that on a later post! (Mostly the fact there was no chocolate theory reveal obviously)

Overall I'm so so happy with how the show ended but still going to ignore it and pretend it'll go on forever

#hsmtmts #high school musical the musical the series #hsmtmts season 4 #high school musical the musical the series season 4 #hsmtmts spoilers #hsmtmts liveblog #liveblog #liveblogging #ricky bowen #gina porter #rina #madlyn #seblos #cal's basement

[gentrychild]

MERRY CHRISTMAS GENTRY, as a gift I shall write you an essay as to why you should write about Anyone AFO being shirtless (instead of censoring it with a star wars shirt)

So why should you write about Anyone AFO being shirtless? Well first off I think shirtless anyone afo will bring about world peace. That man's chiseled abs could bring everyone together to admire them. Wars will stop and everyone will be singing together in harmony all because of the beauty of shirtless afo. I also think it'll make your fic super popular (more popular than it already is) you'll be drowning in kudos before you know it. It will also make Hori read your story and he'll cry from how perfect it is, he'll even allow you to retcon one thing from the canon story because that's the power shirtless AFO has over people. You'll also get super rich and famous (trust me plz) because everyone will be throwing money at you for writing such a beautiful and amazing thing (which is shirtless AFO). You'll also be given three wishes and you will be able to wish for anything you desire, this is because even the universe itself will be grateful to you for bringing a shirtless AFO into existence in your anyone story and so it will allow you to have three wishes. Doesn't this all sound amazing? Yes, it does I can hear you already opening up your document and writing shirtless AFO into the anyone story as we speak. Thank you Gentry for your time!

HOW DARE YOU IMPLY THAT I CAN OBTAIN ALL THOSE THINGS ONLY IF I WRITE SHIRTLESS AFO.

YOU DARE TO SAY I CANNOT OBTAIN THE WORLD ANYTIME I WANT? THAT MY POWERS ARE LIMITED IN ANY WAY?

ALL MY WISHES ARE WITHIN MY GRASP.

YOU COME INTO MY HOUSE AND, BLINDED BY YOUR LUST FOR THE MOST BASIC MIDDLE AGED MAN EVER, YOU INSULT ME?

#I was not opposed to writing shirtless AFO until now #because Cyber made me laugh with their art #but now it's over #the simps are back

[scheodingers-muppet]

in honor of speak now tv about to drop, im bringing back my stranger things taylor song casting. i wrote a lot of this on my phone after listening to the album so apologizes for grammar errors or anything

mine: ronance, from Nancy's POV. Careless man's careful daughter. Sitting there by the water mirroring the boat scene. You learn my secrets and you figure out why I'm guarded. In the music video, we see the couple fighting when things get tough outside of the relationship, which we've also seen Nancy do, both when she was struggling with Barb and fighting with Jonathan when dealing with sexism from her job.

sparks fly: lumax. Max is the rainstorm, Lucas the house of cards. "I'm on my guard for the rest of the world, but for you, I know it's no good"

back to december: stancy; but just Nancy apologizing for how things ended, not them getting back together. "that night" not just being the Halloween fight but her cheating on him. I think she would feel bad about how things ended and I really want them to talk everything out in season 5. Plz. Also the line, "I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile...how you held me in your arms that September night, the first time you ever saw me cry" Obv with the tan skin and smile, but I hc that after Nancy told Steve what happened to Barb, he held her while she cried

speak now: byler, from Will's pov. Not in a literal wedding sense (though that might make a fun fic...) but more of Mike asking Will for advice about El and Will just finally coming clean. Maybe it doesn't go great and he doubles down with El and it causes some tension or maybe the roles are reversed and Mike comes clean then panics and doubles down and Will is trying to get him back

dear john: Joyce about Lonnie. I hate this man.

mean: El about Angela. Imagine if before the roller skate incident, she confided in Joyce and she told her to just confront her with her words, ya know? Like just call her out for being mean. Then when that doesn't work, she thinks, "well, what would Hopper tell me? Gotta fight back." Makes my heart melt

the story of us: Mike and El, from El’s pov. I just really feel like El would use story tails and romance stories, etc. to compare love to. This song to the letter fight just... ugh.

never grow up: Nancy. First verse to Holly, how she knows what's ahead, both in terms of alternate dimensions and being a teenage girl. She doesn't want her to have to deal with either of the two, just to stay little while she can. Second verse to Mike, seeing him start to become more of an adult and secretly missing her annoying kid brother. (brings more punch to the line “all your little brothers favorite songs”) Third verse takes place after she graduates, moving for school. Her night light mentioned in the verse was her graduation/farewell present from Holly, who says she's a big girl now and doesn't need it.

enchanted: elmax! From Max's POV. Imagine the second verse is them having a sleepover, playing truth or dare. I also love the use of referencing the story tail love metaphor again

better than revenge: stommy; Tommy singing about Nancy. idk it’s the closest I could get.

innocent: Steve and Nancy. First verse is about Nancy (lost your balance on a tight rope, lost your mind trying to get it back. wasn’t it beautiful when you believed in everything and everyone believed in you. , second about Steve. bonus points if you imagine them singing this to each other (not in a romantic way)

haunted: lumax (I’m sorry) Lucas begging for her to come back after her attack. Trying to move on and be happy but he can’t get over her. the chorus too, “somethings gone terribly wrong” “your eye’s gone cold” the bridge too “you’re not gone, you can’t be gone” you can also imagine it as like, she lives but can’t face the party without thinking about what happened too

last kiss: stancy / mike and el (parallel!) I think I’m gonna write up a post about all the parallels I see in the characters and dynamics, but I really love this one. Steve being El and Nancy being Mike. The Wheelers having severe issues with love (specifically saying the word) and hurting those who are head over heel for them. I see this from all of their perspectives, switching based off the lines. first verse is mileven (the plane line, “sit on the floor wearing your clothes” we’ve seen El wear clothes from pretty much everyone in the party) the second verse is stancy from Nancy’s pov (life of the party, “i’m not much for dancing, but for you i did” listing things he did she loved without saying “i love you”) bridge is rapid fire switching. “so I’ll watch your life in pictures like i used to watch you sleep” mike (bylers take a lot of family photos; i can imagine him seeing her in photos will sends) “i feel you forget me like i used to feel you breathe” steve “and i’ll keep up with our old friends just you ask them how you are” el “i hope it’s nice where you are…it’s a beautiful day” nancy (i think she feels bad for how things ended)

long live: the whole party. they deserve to feel like hero’s and royalty after everything they’ve been though. i desperately need to find an edit to this

ours: Steddie. the town hates eddie atm and would probably not take well to king steve dating him. the lines “i love the riddles that you speak” and “any snide remarks from my father about your tattoos will be ignored” i can also see lumax, but this is just such a light hearted song to me so i didn’t want to compare it to the racism we’ve seen be thrown at lucas and his relationship

superman: jopper. i love the idea of joyce hyping him up as her superman. also based on my parents (my dad was a first responder and this song always made me think of them for the “saving the world” aspect) “he’s not all bad like his reputation” i’m ignoring the sad parts and just focusing on the “go be a superhero, i’ll be here when you get back”

electric touch: steddie. eddie’s taylor, steve is patrick. “this could either break my heart or bring it back to life” “got a history of stories ending sadly” (eddie) “everytime i tried for love, it fell apart” (steve)

when emma falls in love: robin. i have no real proof, it just reminds me of her. i love the image of steve saying all of this about her ❤️❤️ (obvs pronouns change and stuff)

i can see you: steddie (it’s a very steddie coded album, leave me alone) from steve’s pov, talking about how he’s always had a crush on eddie and always noticed him but it breaks eddie’s brain fhat king steve has a crush on him

castles crumbling: steve angst time. talking about his “fall from social grace” and how he lost everything, both in terms of reconciling what he lost from being a jerk as king steve and what he lost when he was dethroned

foolish one; byler. “stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love” “it’s delicate but i’ll try my best to seem bulletproof” “maybe someday when we’re older this is something we’ll laugh about” “you haven’t written me or called” “i’ll get your longing glances but she’ll get your ring”

timeless; jopper. soul mates for real

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #chief hopper #mike wheeler #steddie #ronance #taylor swift #speak now #speak now tv

[1moremilgram-enjoyer]

Hm... Amane: 1, 3, 13, 15 for Amane and Muu: 1, 2, 9, 10, 11, if that's alright!

Yep! Thanks for the ask! Sorry if this took a bit, been busy.

(Ask game)

CW Cults and indoctrination, child abuse, murder, bullying

Amane

1- Favorite song lyrics?

Oh, God, she has so many good ones. Let's go song by song.

[Magic] But it’s not scary at all, because it’s love I can really think it’s great. See isn’t it a great thing?

[...]

Only if, only if, only if I could be a good girl I hope, I hope everyone can be happy and smile Forever, forever together would be a dream

I pick these ones because they're the most mentally scarring lyrics in Magic in my opinion! And as an Amane Momose enjoyer, I always love it when she inflicts psychological torture on us!

The first one is just horrifying because of how much Amane forces herself to see what's happening to her as "love", even though the situation is horrible. "Mercy without limits" incident flashbacks.

The other line is just as horrible. Self-loathing ("if I could be a good girl") because she dares to have such sinful desires as *checks notes* putting a little napkin over a cat's injury. And then "I hope everyone can be happy and smile" never fails to make me horrendously sad. She just wants people to be happy! She wants to be the "Happiness Support Sister"! But her mother's always mad at her because she's a "bad girl". I am so hurt.

[Positive Parade] You can take the opportunity to hold me close and you can share the burden of your worries with me You say it's embarrasing, but I'm embarrased too, you know!

This is my favorite line outside of the context of Amane, because it's just really sweet. Positive Parade is such a nice song, and this particular line always brings a smile to my face!

Now back to your regularly scheduled mental torture, my favorite part of Amane's cover specifically is the "we can't stop" that she sings more sinisterly than any other. It really carries so much hopelessness, just- we can't stop following doctrine and trying to be happy and it hurts so much and is this really going to go on forever it is isn't it we can't stop-

Yeah I really like that change. Makes me sad!

[The Purge March] After you cry, repent, and kneel, it’s now your turn to say that hopeless “I’m sorry” You’re sorry? I don’t care! Please, go ahead and die already Remember MY cries, MY repents, MY words of “I’m sorry” that I said to you?

If there's one thing I like just as much as Amane angst it's Amane anger. The jarring shift from "you have to say sorry so I can forgive you! :D" to "You're sorry? PFFFFFT- Go fucking die" is awesome. It really highlights the difference between the cult's doctrine and Amane's righteous anger at the people who hurt her, and how spiteful she sounds by reminding her mother of Amane's own pleas of "sorry." I'm just fascinated and thrilled any time Amane gets furious, it's becoming a problem.

[Animal] The mask comes off and the beast comes out, I do it wild even if it’s ugly I can’t do sit, I can’t even do stay, purr until I go Layers of makeup, the perfect animal, I'm waiting with my eyes wide open I can’t do sit, I can’t even do stay, purr until I go

I love the Animal cover in general, which means my favorite line is the one that really encapsulates the entire song. Amane not being able to "be a good girl" by following order, because when the makeup is off, she's an "animal." Cat parallels! Followed by a reminder that it takes layers of makeup, layers of hiding her true nature and desires to be the "perfect animal". Amane angst, gotta love it (<- holding back tears)

This is followed closely by the part at the end where she hisses, btw. The wilder Amane gets, the better the world becomes.

3- Favorite non-MV official illustration?

Oh, this one's hard to pick between these two for me:

The duality, huh?

The 3rd anniversary artwork (left) may just be her Magic outfit, but her dead stare really makes it compelling. She looks so done with your bullshit. She looks like you just told her you voted her Unforgiven and is seriously considering dealing out divine punishment.

One thing that really interests me is that she's holding the 'wand', but she doesn't have the cloud ribbon thing, she still has the black bow tie. And her cloak is still draped over her, it hasn't turned to wings. I wonder if this is supposed to be Amane right before her murder, in the moment of Magic where she grabs the wand, but before undergoing her magical girl transformation. So when she grabs the stun gun (assuming she did use it) and before attacking her mother.

But ultimately, I think I like the birthday cake art a bit more! She looks so happy! Look at her :D

I also love all the details about it. The fact it's not really a cake but rather a plain-looking muffin because of the whole "she doesn't eat sweets even though she really wants to" thin. The feathers to represent... I guess innocence or something like that? I'd have to think about it a bit more.

And yet, the horrors lurk. The thunderbolt and trumpet cookies, possibly referencing Riyone's and Gachata's punishments. The way the flower thing behind her is almost styled to look like a fountain, and water... Gozake... yeah... yeah... Yuuri doesn't seem to be referenced but oh well.

But ignore the horrors! Doesn't she look adorable in that dress? Look how happy she is!

13- Any ideas on what would they and their MV be like if they got a different verdict in T1?

Oh, hell if I know. Amane is a very unpredictable character on the best of days, so it's really hard to say.

I'd imagine her attitude would have stayed similar to what it was during T1, so a lot more upbeat than how she currently is. She likely would still be saying "I" instead of "we", which means we may not have seen the army of Amanes which as a whole (the way I interpret it) represent her faith in the MV, though it's still possible it would have been there.

One thing is that although she'd agree with her verdict, she may not agree with the things the voices would say. The way I interpret the voices is that they essentially repeat the arguments given for the verdict they got, but not the arguments for the verdict they didn't get. So in canon I believe she heard things like "we need her to understand something's wrong" or whatever people where saying, but in an alternate reality where she gets innoed, she would hear things like "she's just a child, she doesn't understand what she did" (general consensus before Purge March I think?). Why am I explaining this? Because I feel we'd have a Yuno-type situation where Amane gets angry at the voices pitying her and saying that she had no control over the situation. She'd probably repeat a lot of what she said in her first VD lol.

One thing that worries me about this verdict is the whole "making Milgram the perfect world" thing. In her first VD she kinda tried to strike a deal with Es like Kotoko did, so she'd feel extremely betrayed if she got a T2 Guilty. But beyond that, would she be more proactive on "fixing" Milgram if she had been innoed? How would that manifest? Would she speedrun the "attack Shidou" arc with her full freedom? I kinda doubt that, but it's possible.

As for her MV, really no idea. I feel like it would be more similar to Magic than Purge March, really. I don't even know if we'd have gotten real world scenes or if we would have stayed entirely in-metaphor like Magic, though I imagine we would at least get clarification on the cat being an actual cat lol. I really wonder if we would even learn who her victim was. Again, I have legitimately no idea.

15- What do you think of their voice?

I love it! Tanaka Minami does a fantastic job expressing all of Amane's really weird emotions in her voice! Love the singing, love the VDs, adore the voice reveal distorted lines (that T1 line has scarred me forever, thanks for that!), I love it! I especially love things like the haunting background lyrics at the end of Magic, the "we can't stop" in Positive Parade, the super upbeat "you're sorry? I don't care! Please go ahead and die already" in Purge March, and the laugh that trails off in Animal right after the "why don't we do it m0re?".

Muu

1- Favorite song lyrics?

[After Pain] If you’re going to make me the villain It’s ok to ignore me If it’s endurance, I’m used to it. It’s just having another taste of it But I see it in my dreams even though I erased it Maybe I’m done Just one more time before saying goodbye I’m just kidding, please forget I said that

I was torn between this one and the "let's meet up inside the pain - I love YOU" section, especially since I really like how the latter sounds, but I like the lyrics I chose a bit more.

"If you're going to make me the villain, it's okay to ignore me" hints at Muu's desire to always be pitied, which is already fun, and while the "endurance" part likely refers to the bullying, I've always wondered if Muu means something else when she says she's "used to it." There's gotta be a reason she feels a lot of people are jealous of her, maybe?

"Just one more time before saying goodbye- I'm just kidding, please forget I said that" is just really sad. She still likes her old friends, girl get better taste T_T I also like that this line explains DSCF because I really had no idea what the hell that was about when I first saw it with Muu.

[Otome Dissection] It's in pieces, without spelling out "love" It's a penalty shoot-out, Feelings vs. Boredom Yeah, there's a kid there, lost in anything and everything, Shedding tears, meowing "SOS" with their eyes only halfway open

Cat people and DECO*27 songs, name a more iconic duo.

Keeping in mind the singer is the kid meowing SOS, I like this line because of the nonchalance of the "yeah, I'm lost and need help, but that's not the problem. The problem is I'm bored. I'm more interested in the 'penalty shoot-out of feelings vs Boredom'". It really helps visualize the way the singer hides their very real mental distress as just a matter of boredom, pretending like that's the only reason she "plays Otome dissection." Same idea with Muu, because as much as she likes being pitied, she does not do a good job at conveying why she does the things she does, such as bullying people.

[It's Not my Fault] It’s not my fault after all, after all! I’m sure I’ve made no mistakes you can find. Gather that nectar, more and more, and come bring it to me, ‘kay? It’s not my fault after all, after all. Everyone wants me to be innocent. What a relief. Can’t be helped. I’m always meant to be pitied!

(From the wiki)

I've noticed a pattern where my favorite lyrics tend to be the ones that really encapsulate the song's message, and this isn't really an exception. I love how unapologetic Muu is about everything, it's part of what makes her such an interesting character! The lines are pretty straightforward, so all I really have to say is that it's really fun seeing her fully indulge in her "Queen Bee" attitude.

[DSCF] And so we're the Delusional Sentimental Compensation Federation We embrace love and shout out our ideals A melody of fools with nowhere to go Retry - Rebirth - Teleportation We keep trying, but it keeps dying At the mercy of an endless love

(Using this translation btw)

I really have to make more cover analyses, these things are fun.

Going back to the idea that I love the lyrics that represent the song's messages the most, here we have the basic idea of DSCF, of the singer trying to rebuild a broken relationship even though "it keeps dying." She understand it's a delusional idea, hence the name, but they're "fools with nowhere to go", so they have to try to hold it together anyways. I like the pairing of teleportation with "retry - rebirth", given the idea that teleportation could be achieved by destroying one thing and reforming it in a different place, sorta what they're trying to do with their relationship.

Back to Muu, this is either about Rei and it's the gayest thing in Milgram since Cat, or about her friends which I find a bit more likely given the idea of rebuilding a relationship rather than anything else. It fits the "just one more time before saying goodbye" line from After Pain at least. So you know, fun!

2- Favorite MV moment/frame?

For individual frame, and my favorite part of It's Not my Fault, it has to be this.

I am noticing I adore when character's eyes do weird shit. Look at how happy she is after murdering Rei! (<-She is in severe emotional distress). This shot just lives in my head rent-free.

But for favorite scene, it's the whole section between these two shots of After Pain.

So the build-up and the murder. But specifically the build-up. Musically it's my favorite part of Muu's videos, and the immense feeling of "something really bad's about to happen" is incredible. The quick switching between Rei walking away, and Muu running out of the school, with the murder of crows flying away because you know what's going to happen. And probably because Muu knew too; she ran out of the school without a backpack yet with a box cutter in hand, she had to have known murder was a way that could end. Plus the imagery of the hourglass being sideways, as the power dynamic it represents can no longer be determined to have someone on top, and rolling down a staircase, as it's about to completely break. One of my favorite build-ups to a murder in the entirety of Milgram probably.

9- Do you forgive/not forgive their crime on its own?

Oh boy, is this one hard to answer!

So, there's a lot that complicates this question. Let me run down the full situation so I can try to figure out my own feelings about it.

I want to clarify, by the way, that from an outside "Muu is just a fictional character" perspective, oh absolutely no problems. Slay queen, I hope you get worse! But I feel like that's not really the point of the question, right? It's to ask how we would feel if they were real people and stuff.

Muu was a bully, or rather, she spearheaded a bully group without physically engaging in the bullying herself, if her claims in Queen B are to be believed. Shitty behavior, but also she's a dumb teenager, this isn't exactly unforgivable.

Then Rei comes in, tries to defend one of the bullies' victims, Muu thinks she's jealous, the bullying turns on her. Here comes the first problem; we know Rei managed to turn Muu's "friends" against her, but we have zero clue how the hell she did that. We don't know what Rei's role in the bullying really was at all. For all we know, she may not have actually done much, but Muu still blamed her so as to not blame her old friends. Particularly, in After Pain, we see Rei stumbling into Muu after she was harassed by the bullies, and she just walks away. So she didn't seem preoccupied with protecting Muu, but she didn't directly hurt her either, from what we've seen.

Not to downplay Rei's involvement. If Muu thought killing her would end the bullying, then I'm sure she was certainly the main motivator for it.

However, it's important to note murder wasn't Muu's preferred solution. She did try to apologize to Rei, though how sincere she was could be debated, and it was only when Rei rejected her that Muu took drastic action. So Muu had to really feel cornered by what was going on.

So let me say, I don't really take Muu bullying people into consideration for whether I forgive her or not. A lot of teenagers bully others, and while it's a very shitty thing to do, it isn't unforgivable, and certainly not when compared to murder.

But then comes the other thing. By the same reasoning, Rei didn't do anything bad enough to deserve what happened to her, which I think should go without saying but y'know. She's not blameless, she definitely hurt Muu a lot, especially by essentially having her isolated by turning her "friends" on her, but death is way too much.

I don't want to make it sound like Muu didn't suffer or anything. The whole situation is horrible on all sides. And the thing is, ultimately Muu is still very young, and the murder was entirely emotional. Muu tried until the end to resolve things somewhat peacefully, even though again she did leave the school with the box cutter in hand. It's pretty clear to me she wouldn't kill again, obviously, and as a teenager she certainly has a lot of room to grow.

So ultimately, I do forgive Muu, even though her murder on its own is one of the least forgivable in Milgram in my opinion. But "one of the least forgivable" doesn't mean "unforgivable", it just means in comparison to other things it's not so easy to look past it.

10- Is the answer to the previous question different from your vote(s) on the character themselves (do you vote them based on anything else aside from the crime)?

Uh, well I wasn't around for Muu's voting, so I'm not really sure. I think in T1 I would have voted her Forgiven, since without any info on what voting did I think I would have gone off my actual feelings on the murder.

In T2 I'm a bit more torn. I think voting her Forgiven wouldn't make her a better person, while voting her Unforgiven... well, is it going to help? She definitely places a lot of value on what people think of her, and does have moments where she's not entirely sure if what she did was the right decision, so it's possible she'll regret it a bit more and she might become a better person.

But here's the thing. Ultimately Milgram's system wouldn't help Muu in a very good way. It would inflict more mental distress than really necessary, just to possibly try to make her a bit better. As I said, I highly doubt Muu would kill again unless she faces extreme situations, so ultimately, the only risk of voting her Forgiven is that maybe she'd be a bit meaner. And between how torturous Unforgiven verdicts are, and especially with Haruka's threat in mind (I do not think for a second the restraints will prevent him from at least attempting suicide), I think I would have maybe ended up voting her Forgiven again, with the hope she can find proper help outside of the Hell Prison. But again, maybe I should think about it more. Her verdict is certainly a pretty complex one.

11- What are your favorite points about their story and the narrative surrounding them?

Oh, this is always hard to pick. Muu's story has a lot of really interesting points, but I'm not the biggest Muu understander so explaining why they're cool is kinda difficult for me. But if I have to pick just one thing, it's the fact she's so unapologetic about her crime! It just makes her extremely entertaining, love it when the girlies are just Evil (<- hyperbole, all characters in Milgram are morally grey, blah blah blah).

Just that on its own is fun enough, but the fact she still wants her feelings validated externally by being pitied and Forgiven makes it so much more interesting! Unlike, say, Amane, who fully believes she's in the right and ignores (or at least does her best to ignore) other people's (Es') opinions on what she did, Muu tries her best to get Forgiven:

[Crying B] Muu: What should I do then? What should I do in order for you to forgive me, guard-san? I'll do anything! Um… Anything painful or embarrassing is out of the question though… And, I don't wanna do anything scary either… Es: Ugh, listen here you… Muu: But, it's true, isn't it? All I have to do is gain your favor, right? I'll listen to what you say! So, what would you like me to do?

You could say that's just because of Milgram, but to me it really seems like Muu herself wants that external validation. It makes her feel more like a real teenager, you know? She has her own opinions, but she still cares a lot about what other people say, she's easily swayed. That's why she goes from asking permission to breathe because some of it is her fault:

[After Pain] But I guess some of it is my fault Maybe it’s ok as it is I want to feel “alive”, is it ok if I breathe?

To... well. The song's called It's Not my Fault.

[It's Not my Fault] It’s not my fault after all, after all! I’m sure I’ve made no mistakes you can find. Gather that nectar, more and more, and come bring it to me, ‘kay?

That, combined with the fact she did apologize to Rei for something, makes it feel to me like Muu wasn't entirely sure how blameless she really was, until she was Forgiven. Her feelings validated, she threw away (almost) all her doubts, and thus we see her back on her queen arc by Trial 2. Her previous doubts are literally only brought back in one line of It's Not my Fault ("what if I'm actually a bad girl?") before being denied instantly ("don't ever hate me [...] wait, wait, it's not my fault!").

So yeah. I enjoy that she's a certified Worst Girl and how we're sorta part of that.

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That would be all! I'm really sorry this took so long, studies have been kinda difficult (what the fuck is a Taylor polynomial send help). Thanks for the ask, take care!

#milgram #amane momose #muu kusunoki #ask game

[acaciapines]

Uhhhh how about 17?

<3

doing these how i usually do! story above cut, commentary below.

 All I Need to Know - Thousand Foot Krutch

it’s underneath the shade of the palistrom tree—palistrom tree, and isn’t that something luz never thought she’d be able to say again—that mari, with her paws crossed in front of her, tilts her head into the sunlight that casts her edges in gold and says, “did we ever figure out how to make sure mami survives us graduating?”

luz pauses. “huh. i mean, i think she’s used enough to the boiling isles by now?”

mari stares at her for a long moment. “gus said they dump boiling water on the audience.”

“okay,” says luz, “but consider. do we actually believe him? ‘cause that doesn’t just kill humans, that kills, like, everyone. unless you’re king or sraf—most of the time—or firefly, i think? i think she could survive a little bit of boiling water.” luz nudges her daemon’s side. “what’s your real issue?”

mari huffs, turning away. “you can’t read my mind.”

“yes i can!” luz sing-songs, and mari rolls her eyes, but lets out a long whuff, tilting her head.

“fine,” she says, “i guess i’m just…i mean, all of this,” and she gestures with a paw to the palistrom around them, which is pretty much the best representation of how far they’ve gone in the past four years, “has been great, and i don’t want to let it go. but—we graduate. we do witch college. and then…what?”

“aww, mari.” luz flops down across her daemon, and mari grunts, trying to bite at her hair. “look at you all worried about the future. things are going to be good. we’re going to major in literally everything, continue to learn about how magic and glyphs and all that works, and king is going to follow in our footsteps, and we’re going to cry and be so proud. and wrestle him if he ever dares to usurp us as world’s coolest glyph-user. i don’t care if he’s a titan.”

mari rolls her eyes, but there’s something fond, there, too, that’s soft against the edges of luz’s mind, where their sharp bits don’t poke out so harsh anymore. “fine. fine! you’re right” she hauls herself standing and ignores luz’s giggling. “but we are reminding principal bump to not like, accidentally kill our mom somehow. quite frankly i’m still surprised hexside doesn’t have a higher body count.”

luz reaches a hand up to the sky, framing the fragile palistrom leaves between her fingers.

“it’s doing pretty good,” luz says, and she means hexside, sure, but everything else, too: at all the ways their world has changed, since they were fourteen and fighting and scared. “i’m glad we get to graduate here. together.”

“yeah, yeah.” but mari lands, small and fluffing out her feathers, on luz’s chest. “me too.”

Commentary

genuinely forgot this song was on my playlist. anyways.

post-canon stuff! now that i have the entire story written (I HAVE THE ENTIRE STORY WRITTEN, WHAT THE FUCK) i know exactly where i end in the owl house timeline, which is actually earlier than owl house canon does! as of now the fic ends about 6 months after belos's defeat. so here i decided well, let's do a lil thing around the time owl house proper ends! right before luz-mari graduate hexside.

its really interesting to write these drabbles now that the fic is done. bc like, before i was just testing things out--now i know exactly how everything goes, you know? unless i choose to ignore canon, all of these are now canon to how my fic will end! wild.

i think witch college is such a fun and cool idea. i feel like luz and mari probably will end up teaching there, at some point...glyphs are already sort of a language in owl house proper and i push that even further in my fic, so i like to think that adult luz-mari is out there teaching classes on how to translate witch-magic to glyph-magic and all the overlaps.

theres a LOT of knowledge gaps post-belos-defeat, basically. lots of stuff that was destroyed and has to be rediscovered.

also i think the idea of luz-mari king and sraf (the collector) all collabing on like, an academic paper is literally so funny. these three children are the most prominent scholars on glyphs in the entirety of the boiling isles! they do get into month-long fights over what they're suppose to call dust. stardust? sraf? dust? magic? some new word? who knows!! not them!!!

#and a grove of palistrom to you #toh #luz noceda #i write #one of my favorite things about daemon aus is actually the like #science that would come out of it #i never focus on it in-story as much as i could but in my heart that is all i want

[nctyena]

Sleepover

Time: After NCT 2018 Emphaty Era (before We Go Up)

Warnings// Mentioning of usage of alcohol uunderage, not proofread, lmk if there are more

"Where is she?"

"I don't know. She texted me a few minutes ago. I guess her manager got suspicious."

"God. I knew we couldn't make it."

The two boys' conversation was cut with the door sound.

"Yena!"

Hearing the girl's name they made their way to the others.

"Where have you been?"

"I couldn't get rid of the unnie. She was about to call your manager."

While Yena was settling her stuff all the boys gathered in the living room.

After all the promotions and performances they couldn't spend time as they used to. Since Yena, Haechan and Mark weren't staying in the dorm with others it didn't help them either.

So Mark came up with an idea. Having a sleepover without managers sticking around or without the other members. Just the dreamies. It wasn't easy to convince their managers so they lied a bit.

"I'm glad you made it noona."

"Me too. It's gonna be our first sleepover right?"

"Yeah. At least the first time with eight of us only."

"Thanks to you Mark."

She blew a dramatic kiss. Mark faked a disgusted face.

Jaemin gasped and drove everyone's attention.

"Guys! We don't have an adult with us right now. You know what that means right?"

"Jaemin, I am the adult here."

"Mark hyung can you stop? What were you saying Jaemin?"

Mark pushed Haechan's shoulder.

"Anyways, I'm saying that we can do whatever we want."

Seeing the expression on his older member's face he kept talking faster.

"Hyung listen to me. You won't be with us like this God knows for how long. Please let us enjoy this night. Let's have a voting to decide. Please. Please."

"Oh my God! Okay okay."

"I'm glad that I'm on the same side with him. Jeez breath Jaemin."

Jeno nodded to show his agreement.

"Don't push the limit though, okay? What do you want to do?"

"Let all of us suggest one thing. Starting from the oldest."

"Hyung?"

"Okay, I want to watch a movie all together."

"Boring."

"Also I want to beat Yena."

"Hey! You just said not to cross the line. I'm your little sister."

"Anyway. Renjun your turn."

"Let's write a song together. We can even sing it. Mark hyung can help us."

"So you want us to cry. I like it."

"It's my turn."

"Go on Jeno."

"I want us to have a battle. It can be a wrestle game or dance battle."

"Yes let's wrestle. I've lived enough."

"Yena don't be dramatic."

"Yeah... I can beat some of you."

Before the arguments start Mark stopped them.

"Moving on! Yena what's your's?"

"I want to try alcohol."

"We don't have anything to drink."

"Mark is old enough to buy some."

They all turned to look at him. After some convincing and begging Mark accepted buying only one bottle of soju.

"It will be a light one. I can't deal with your drunk asses."

"After we drink, I want to play truth or dare."

"Are we really going to do that?"

"Yes Jeno, we are doing this."

"Jaemin?"

"I want to have a real sleepover. Let's sleep in the living room. All of us."

He looked at Yena as if asking for her opinion.

"It's fine for me. But I'm definitely sleeping next to Jisung."

"Jisung and me, you mean."

She shrugged. Mark shoke his head while smiling.

Chenle and Jisung said that they didn't have any ideas since they made a good list. They first had some food to eat. Eight young teens started their sleepover. That night was going to remain as a normal and simple one in their minds. Since they couldn't have those kind of laid back times often.

Around four a.m Jisung, Renjun and Yena were already asleep. Then they ended the night like they planned. Sleeping all together in the same room. It wasn't the most comfortable sleep they'd had but it was one of the most peaceful one for sure.

#nct #nct female member #nct addition #nct 24th member #nct added member #nct female addition #nct female oc #nct yena #nct 127 #kpop female addition #nct dream #nct dream 8th member #nct 127 10th member #nct imagines #kpop added member #kpop female oc #kpop female member #kpop addition #kpop oc #nct oc

[isimpfortoomanypeople]

So this is it? Sebastian Stan x actress reader

Chapter 4: good 4 u

You’ve got a part in the new captain America film, during filming the directors have asked the lead actors to live together to build chemistry. What you didn’t expect was to find yourself in a relationship with Sebastian Stan, you thought everything was going well till one date night Sebastian breaks up with you.

Warnings: depression, alcohol and a small amount of smut 18+

A/N: I want to say that I love each and everyone of you for all the support it means a lot to me, I’m glad that you’re enjoying the fic. This chapter is angsty so enjoy. Also apologises for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic

I’ve lost my mind, I’ve spent the night crying on the floor of my bathroom. But you’re so unaffected, i really don’t get it but I guess good for you

Each day bled into one, waking up crying, barely eating, crying yourself to sleep. Basic hygiene was something you were unable to do as depression consumed you

Thankful that the director fell sick so filming was on hold till he gets better, so you could continue to crawl under the covers of your depression. You ignored all of Jamie’s texts, calls and knocks, you knew that he wanted to make sure you were okay, but after days of getting no response he stopped checking up on you. You felt so alone, darkness has consumed you, swallowed you whole. You were sinking deeper and deeper every day, how long would it take till you hit the bottom? and will you ever reach the surface again?

You stared up at the ceiling, no emotion registered in your body. You felt nothing at all, was this better or worse? Light shone violently from your doorway as Jamie flung open your door. “Get ready for 7pm as I’m taking you out” he stated, walking out of your room.

He knew that you’re aware of his stubborn nature and that he won’t take no for an answer. Sighing you stood up slowly, feeling unsteady on your feet clutching onto your bed, unsure if it was from the lack of food or the lack of sleep. Your brain wanted to scream at you for being a traitor, you didn’t deserve to be happy, you deserved to be mentally suffering watching your room turn into a depression pit. Mustering up the very little motivation you had left, you walked towards the bathroom to have your first shower in god knows how long.

Covering your body in a towel, you stepped outside walking towards your room, you past Sebastian’s room. The door was wide open and you saw his chiselled chest as he was getting dressed.

Fuck you Sebastian, how dare you look okay! How can you function after all this? It’s your fault I’m like this! unable to leave my bed , unable to eat, unable to function , it’s all your fault. Fuck you, fuck you!

Luckily he didn’t see you as then he’d see your red eyes form with tears barely concealing your pain. You turned and walked away keeping true to your words, he’ll never see you cry.

At 6pm you decided it was time to get ready before Jamie literally drags you out of the room and into the cab. Opening your wardrobe for the first time in days, unsure what the plan of the night was. You decided upon a black laced bralet, a pair of high waisted jeans, black converse and a leather jacket.

You were applying some gloss to your lips when you heard “Damn Y/N, you clean up nice” laughed Jamie wrapping his arms around you. “I missed you, and tonight we’re going to a bar and then when we’re drunk enough, I’ve arranged for us to do some karaoke” You burst out laughing “You know I don’t sing” “I know I’ve heard” you scoffed playfully slapping his arm. “Rule of tonight we’re not going to talk or acknowledge Sebastian’s existence, deal?” “Deal” you smiled. “Great, the Uber is outside”

You both sat in a booth, the bar was dimly lit and unusually quiet. Which was perfect for you both. Your Instagram following has increased rapidly ever since marvel announced your name and your picture for viperess, the internet went wild, trying to discover who this mystery actress is. You now know that your face is recognisable to anyone who was super up to date with marvel, but not enough so you could still live a normal life till the film premiere.

You sat opposite Jamie both holding a margarita in hand. He lifted his glass up to the air. “Fuck men” he laughed, “Fuck men!” You agreed, lifting your glass to meet his. Smiling back at him, it felt nice. For the first time in days you were starting to feel like yourself again and Jamie was to thank for that. “Let’s play never have I ever” Jamie announced. you choked on your drink, this night is going to make a dangerous turn if this is how it’s starting. “What?are we in college?” “Haha” he rolled his eyes “but come on it’ll be a fun little game and will help to get you buzzed” “Did I ever tell you, you’re a bad influence?” “All the time, now ask a question” “Okay, erm… never have I ever stolen something?” He took a sip “Jamie!” You laughed, couldn’t believe that your best friend is so reckless. “It’s only a prop from a play I was in. We were performing the audition by Rudolf Seria and I was the Marquis and the hourglass looked so cool, it was painted as if it was made out of stone, so I stole it on closing night. Also don’t act like a saint I know that you’ve stolen clothes from people ” he explained. “Okay my turn, never have I ever had sex in a public place?” You again choked on your drink in disbelief, that little shit is using that against you. He knew you and Sebastian fucked in the communal gym when you both couldn’t make it up to his room, why did you ever tell Jamie that? You looked down cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“I prefer it on the floor” he growled in your ear. Shivers ran down your spine. Fuck! this man is going to be the death of you. His hands roamed your body, you moaned when his hands cupped your breasts, his fingers massaged your erect nipples. He flipped you to face him, his eyes black in lust. He kissed you feverishly, his tongue exploring your mouth. You pulled him closer grinding your hips against his. “Fuck” he moaned against your lips. You felt his clothed erection against your wet core.

You took a sip narrowing your eyes at Jamie while he laughed at your embarrassment. This is going to be a night you might not remember.

At the karaoke bar, Jamie ordered you both ordered a round of tequila shots. Now you could feel the buzz of alcohol inside you, your drunken alter ego came out and tonight she wanted to be reckless. You threw back your shots, scrunching your face as you swallowed them down.

Jamie grab you by the hand to request your songs. That’s when you heard your phone buzz, you looked down at your phone showing an Instagram notification. Usually you’d ignore it but something washed over you telling you to open it.

@daisyfeltonoffical has followed you. It was a verified account, curiosity took the better of you. She seemed very pretty.

She was conventionally attractive, long blonde hair that framed her sculpted face and her many bikini photos showed off her supermodel physique. you scrolled down her feed seeing many pictures of her in different fashion editorials for various magazines. She seems to be a successful model in her 30s. There was a red ring around her profile picture, again curiosity consumed you. Clicking on her story, not knowing that the image would send rage coursing through your veins and daggers to your heart. Curiosity really does kill the cat

There it was. A picture of her and Sebastian kissing at a restaurant with the caption “date night with my favourite”. The smiles plastered on their faces made the tequila creep back up your throat. So this is why he’s been so happy lately?.

The shock flooded your face, your mouth not moving. You let go of Jamie’s hand muttering that you’ll sing later.

Running to the bar you ordered another two shots, wanting nothing more than to numb your pain. It took him two fucking weeks, two fucking weeks to replace you that quickly! You blinked away your tears, and swallowed down your sobs threatening to choke you at any second.

“Hi”

you turned your head to see a man, roughly mid 20s, soft dark brown hair and tanned complexion. He looked handsome enough, he smiled at you. “Can I buy you a drink?” “A glass of red wine” Should you be mixing your drinks? No But did you care? Also no You needed a way to forget Sebastian and the pain of tonight. What’s that saying? If you want to get over someone then you need to get under someone else.

You learnt that his name was Jake and he was a personal trainer, he just moved to LA and never thought he’d see someone as pretty as you here tonight . Normally that sort of comment would of made you gag but you were too drunk to care, the validation was all you needed, craving someone to call you pretty. You didn’t care if it came from a random stranger, you needed to hear these words again. After another two drinks, you ended up with your lips crashing against his, he moved his hands dangerously low down your back. “Well” he growled in your ear, “shall we go back to mine?”

You messaged Jamie saying that you didn’t feel good and needed to leave straight away. Jake placed his arm around the small of your back as he led you to an Uber heading back to his apartment. Well Sebastian, you thought, two can play at that game.

A/N: oh no! Also to all actors and theatre lovers go read the audition, it’s an amazing Catalan play. It’s so dark and twisted. See you in the next chapter

Tag list: @sebsgirl71479

#sebastian stan x actress!reader #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan #bucky barnes x reader #nick fowler x reader #steve kemp x reader

[babybatscreationsv2]

The Scent of His Cologne ch 4

Marvel | Starker

When Peter was twelve years old he ran away from home. If only he would have known that he wouldn't see his father again for eight years. Now he's broke, living in an apartment the size of a closet and working three jobs to get by. When he meets a handsome stranger at his weekend job he thinks his luck might finally be starting to turn.

Warnings and tags below

Warnings: incest/incest kink, hurt/comfort, angst and trauma

Peter sat on his father's lap. He refused to move and Tony never tried to push him away so he must have felt the same way. He felt wamer and safer than he had in years. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, but every now and then a memory he had forgotten came back and he started crying all over again.

When his dad picked him up, Peter whined and grabbed onto his shirt. Tony nuzzled his cheek. "It's okay, sweetheart. I'm only moving you. My leg is falling asleep."

Peter let himself be moved and snuggled again into his chest. Strong arms wrapped around him once again. 

"I'm sorry I ran away."

Tony kissed the top of his head. "It's okay. Everything's okay now. I love you, Peter."

"I love you, dad." Peter nuzzled into his father's neck. In the back of his mind, he felt silly and childish, but he needed this. He needed the contact. His dad's warmth and the scent of his cologne. So familiar... like he'd smelled it recently. 

Then he remembered.

Daddy.

He gasped and pulled back, staring at his father's face. Those eyes. How could he have forgotten those eyes?

"What's wrong?" His palm cupped his cheek. It was so warm. The contact made his skin sing. He wanted more.

"Did you know?" His heart pounded in his ears.

"Know what, Peter?"

"Did you know it was me when you came to the club?"

Tony paled. His mouth opened, but nothing came out. He looked guilty, but Peter didn't know what to make of that.

"Don't lie, daddy."

"I- I didn't know," he stammered. "Not at the time. I found out after. I called Bruce to thank him for accommodating us. I asked him some questions about you and I put it together. I'm so sorry, Peter- I swear I didn't know."

"But you liked it... so did I." Shaking with nerves, Peter bent his head and kissed his father's neck. Tony gasped. His hands tightened around him, but he didn't pull him away. He kept kissing him, breathing in his cologne, letting it fill his head.

"Kiss me like I'm the only one you want. Like you did then," he whispered.

His dad took his face in his hands. For a moment he searched his eyes. Then he pressed their lips together. Peter moaned. He pulled himself as close as he could get. His father's kiss was so deep and claiming, so hard it almost hurt. He wanted it to hurt. He wanted bruises that never faded. He wanted to carry the mark of his love for everyone to see so that no one would dare to come between them again.

Peter shifted on his lap and Tony made a small noise. Peter moaned. That was unmistakably his dad's cock, hard for him under his ass.

"Please," he said against his lips. Tony stared into his eyes again.

"Are you sure?"

Peter nodded. "I need it. I need my dad."

Tony groaned. He held on to Peter's waist so he wouldn't fall as he leaned over and reached into the drawer beside him. He pulled out a condom and some lube. Peter tried not to think about who his father was fucking on this couch. He snatched the condom out of his hand and tossed it away.

"You don't need that this time."

"You sure?"

Peter nodded. "Please, daddy." He sat up on his knees and reached down. He rubbed his father's hard cock through his pants. Tony grabbed him and pulled him in to kiss him so fiercely that all Peter could do was sit there and let him take what he wanted.

He pulled open his father's belt, then his pants, and reached in to find his cock. It was so thick that he moaned as his hand wrapped around it. He remembered how good it felt inside him. Tony smirked.

"You want that in you, sweetheart? You gonna be daddy's pretty little cock slut?"

"Daddy."

Dark eyes traced the length of his body. "Pants off, baby. Don't keep daddy waiting." There was no guilt on his face now, only and excited gleam in his eyes.

Peter stood and quickly stripped out of his clothes. Tony adjusted his pants to get his cock free. Peter licked his lips watching him stroke it. He could hear the slick sloppy sound of the lube in his fist.

He climbed back onto his lap and daddy held his cock while Peter sat down on it.

"Don't hurt yourself, baby," Tony said, but he ignored him, taking it all at once even as it burned. It felt right. He held onto his shoulders, riding his daddy, soaking up the pleasure of his bare cock inside him, his own father.

He whimpered as his dad's hands slid up his sides. They ran over his chest, fingers toying with his nipples. His dad was playing was playing with nipples. Peter moaned and whined while his daddy played with him. He rode his cock, slow and deep. He wanted to savor the feeling forever, but he felt himself getting too excited too fast.

"Daddy cum inside me please," he begged.

"You need daddy to mark you, is that it?" Tony purred. His hand curled around Peter's neck. His thumb pressed lightly against his throat.

"Yes," he wimpered. "Please, daddy."

"Oh, I will baby. You're mine and I'm not going to let you get away from me again."

Peter gasped and squeezed his eyes shut. It was almost impossible to stop him from cumming, but he managed it. He needed to feel his dad's cum inside him first. He rode him faster. It was too so much that he couldn't stop whining and whimpering. Daddy watched him go with possessive eyes.

"Daddy please please," he panted.

"You're so beautiful, Pete. I love watching you."

"I can't daddy- can't take anymore- you gotta." Tears burned in his eyes. His daddy grinned.

"Gorgeous." He grabbed Peter's hips and threw him down on his back. Then he shoved back inside him. Peter cried out as he fucked him, violently, bruising his inside him. It was heaven. His daddy's hands were tight on his hips and Peter hoped for bruises there, too.

"Daddydaddydaddydaddy," he babbled.

"That's a good boy. So pretty. Daddy's gonna give you what you want." He held on to his hips and drove his cock in deep. Peter felt it when he started to cum, hot and sticky in his ass. He cried out again and a tear fell from his eye as he finally came, cock laying untouched on his belly.

"Daddy... daddy..." He didn't know anything else but his dad. The rest of the world was far away and his head was empty. With his eyes closed, he felt Tony kiss his panting lips then gently down the length of his body. He gasped when he licked up the cum from his skin.

"You're so beautiful, Peter. So perfect."

Peter opened his eyes. Tony was looking down at him with nothing short of awe. Peter wrapped his hands around the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss him. They kissed until they had both settled down and Tony laid beside him, pressing him into the back of the couch.

"Did you tell anyone that I'm alive?" Peter asked. He traced circles on Tony's chest through his shirt.

"Not yet. Only Happy knows."

"Good. Don't tell them."

"What?" Tony tilted his head. His eyes seemed to search his face.

"They don't need to know that the Peter on your arm is your son."

Tony blinked at him with wide eyes. "You want- you want this to be public?"

Peter flatted his palm against his chest. Slowly he met his eye. "Not if it's too much. I just... What better way to prove how much you love me than to show everyone."

Tony's hand rested on his cheek. "Anything for you, sweetheart."

#marvel #starker #inc*st #tshc #mafia au

[theatre-stuff]

I cry about each song from In The Light individually in hopes that it convinces everyone to listen to it

More under the cut

Prologue:

An intriguing opening, and I mean that in a good way. The initial vocals are quite ethereal and make you curious, then the story begins and you’re hooked. My first listen went like Oh? Oh. Oh.

I highly recommend.

Let Go of Me:

Protagonist song. Jeremy Jordan.

Aside from that, I am of the opinion that it’s clever writing. There are some allusions to other songs in the lyrics and some figurative language that gives me beautiful mental images. If the first song wasn’t enough to convince you that it’s a good album, there are so many others that could win you over.

Behind Closed Doors:

This one I like a lot. It’s grown on me quite a bit. There are so many fun elements and parts that draw you in. The lyrics are hospitable and make you feel like you’re being welcomed and introduced to their little corner of the world.

More:

It’s More. Under the cut. I think I’m funny. Anyway.

This is a peer pressure song and as someone who isn’t easily swayed by peer pressure, I would give in. It has such an interesting sound and the two characters here have such an intriguing dynamic.

She’s Not Me:

Very powerful song. So much emotion. Kind of reminds me of She Used To Be Mine from Waitress because it has a similar feeling of longing and it’s perfect. Crying.

Tomorrow Begins Today:

The emotion. The storytelling. The combination of reminiscing and looking to the future. It emulates ✨🌌 And the harmonies. Please.

This song in particular also has amazing animatic potential and I need it to be popular among the musical theatre community solely for that reason.

The Man I Know:

A look at the past. A little bit sad, a little bit angry, a little bit hopeful, a lot emotional. Ciara Renée gives it her all. If I could sing? I would belt this song all the time because it gives me feelings.

Dare to Dream:

It’s a romance duet but also includes an ambitious woman and gets stuck in my head often.

I’m not afraid to drop names. Antonio Cipriano and Solea Pfeiffer. If you are a fan of either of them and haven’t listened to this song or album, do yourself a favour and remedy that soon. Your ears and soul will thank me.

Rise or Fall/Act I Finale:

Vocals? ✓

Story? ✓

Catchiness? ✓

This is the type of Act I finale that has you shaking in your seat then leaves you in a near-catatonic state during intermission. Once again, I would sing this all the time if I had the ability. It has so much energy and carries a lot of emotion. So much fun to listen to.

He Is No Man:

Haunting and ominous, but not in a way that makes the listener feel uncomfortable. It’s comfortably unsettling, and a really interesting emotional journey.

Sign, Shake, Spit:

Lyrical bookends. I love it so much. You go on a journey and there’s a lot happening and it’s all tied together by the lyrics. The way this song is constructed is just amazing.

Catch the Moon:

The high notes. I am a puddle on the ground. The allusions to the other songs. Perfect for the character’s narrative. The emotion behind the words and the feelings being expressed is a lot to process, but it’s meant to be.

In The Light:

Title song. 11/10. I can imagine a large choir singing this and it makes my soul happy. It would also be phenomenal as just an orchestra instrumental. You have to listen to it to know what I mean. It’s among my favourites from this album.

The Man I Know (Reprise):

A great use of a reprisal. In the context of the story, it’s heartbreaking and bittersweet and very powerful. So much emotion and so little time to convey it.

Her Embrace:

How many times have I said emotion? Because it’s one more time. This is one of those songs that you could make fit any mood. It could be bittersweet. It could be a love ballad. It could be a song you listen to for lyrics or just for vibes.

In terms of what it means to the story, oh my goodness. No I will not elaborate. There is a plot summary on their website. Amazing. I need this on a stage now.

The album is linked below. Listen through your preferred music platform. It’s worth it.

#in the light: a faustian tale #musical theatre #musical theater #musicals #theatre #theater #jeremy jordan #ciara renee #solea pfeiffer #antonio cipriano #Lindsay rider #Aisha Jackson #Anne Fraser Thomas #Bobby conte #zachary james #Michael mott #this owns my soul

[floralcavern]

WoF fanfic - Whiteout

I lift my head. Whirls of ugly cobalt come from the direction mother and father are. They finally quieted down. They know my hearing is sensitive. But oh well. Let the flow go on as the clouds brush by.

I stand up. Father was at the table and mother was starting on dinner. The tension and silence was horrible. I hear brother come in. I immediately rush to him. I need his rays of yellow to effect me in some way.

He wraps his wing around me. "How was your day?" he asks softly, his usual waves of yellow and light blue echoing off of him.

"My ears ring. And not like a song. It just plays on and on."

Brother gives me the usual face of confusion. I don't understand why everyone makes that face when I speak. It's a perfectly understandable response.

"Were they fighting again?" he asked, tightening his wing around me.

I simply nod, keeping my head low.

Waves of bloody red immediately radiate from him as thoughts of blue, blue, blue father come into play.

"No, no, no," I bed. "Don't start conflict. The silence has come. The time is done. There is dinner mother is making. Let's go get some!"

Brother exhales with his head lowered, but then he lifts it and smiles at me. There's only a couple things I know keep him going. A beautiful dragoness whom I've never seen nor met. She must be someday when the sun and moon rise and fall many times. And me and mother.

I lead him to the kitchen, where mother is setting out plates of mountain goat.

Father growls and says, "It seems we're having goat. Again." I see an ugly aura of green coming from him and I flinch.

"But it's so tasty, see father?" I try to grab his attention, which he only gives me half of. 

I look at mother. "Thank you! I will eat this charitably!"

Mother gives me a smile, beautiful shades of blue radiate from her, calming me. But then, the blue turns to burnt orange as her ears flatten against her head and she turns to father. "Give your daughter some time of day," she hisses at him.

Brother sits next to me. "No, She doesn't deserve his attention," he says coldly.

Brother and father do one of their usual staring contests.

"How dare you think that!?" brother hisses. I jump. I usually block out my family's minds as I find them as untraceable as a song from an albatross that is trapped in another dragon's claws.

"Stay out of my mind!" father exclaims.

"What did he think?" mother asks brother.

"He imagined using a spell on Whiteout to make her a killing machine for the IceWings and he's use her to kill me!!"

Mother's eyes go blank with coldness. So cold I shiver. Is there a wind? Can the clouds just stop moving? Can they stop moving so fast!?

Shouting breaks out among my family, I caught in the center of it. I shrink down into my chair, covering my ears as I try not to cry. But whirls of burnt orange, green, and brown all cloud my mind that I can't help but break into tears.

But no one notices.

Except brother.

He helps me up and leads me into my bedroom. The painting I finished earlier was still drying on the canvas.

Brother's mind is a deep, troubling purple that barely calms me.

He sets me on my bed and gives me my toy of the creature he calls 'scavenger.' I call it 'human.' The humans in my classroom said what they were. Can he not hear it? was what I wondered for a while.

I curl into a ball and my brother puts blankets over me. He's trying to have me rest. But I can't when the yelling is still.. so... loud...

Brother senses this.

"Ohhh, we're going high above the skyyyy~" he sings softly. A lullaby... One he created a couple of years ago. "And we'll fly real super high. And we won't come down. Even if the rain starts to pound."

I join in the quiet singing. And soon, we join together in our own quiet melancholy. "And even if the birds get mad. We'll keep flying so we won't be sad. Then the rest of the day won't be so baaaaad. Let's keep flying. Fly, fly, fly..."

And I slowly drift to sleep, the last color I see is brother's pale red...

#Wings of fire #Whiteout WoF #Darkstalker #Arctic WoF #Foeslayer #wof #fanfic

[the-literary-nomad]

Loving you is hard, but I'm addicted to the pain—

[a thread of unrequited/long distance love poems I wrote for someone I never confessed to]

1.

You make me want to scream from wanting you.

You make me want to weep from not being able to see you.

2.

God, I wish you knew how much I thought about you in a day. I wish it were possible for you to feel how heavy my heart is from loving you.

It could outweigh mountains.

3.

I wish you would think of me as much as I think of you. How lovely would it be if as I lie on my bed at night thinking of our future together—thinking of the way you'd kiss me goodnight, the way you'd hold me, the way I'd listen to the sound of your breathing slow into one deep in sleep—you would be lying on your bed, battling against thoughts of me.

You would think of waking up next to me, kissing me awake, pulling me into you—my lips settling into the crook of your neck, whispering goodmorning in that bedroom voice of yours and tucking a curl behind my ear. Looking into my eyes and yearning for that moment to be real.

How lovely would it be if we were both lying in our beds and wishing we were in each others arms.

4.

I wish the person that my heart has so meticulously crafted is you.

Is this love? Because it hurts, and yet I don't ever want it to stop.

5.

Am I going to be that girl who loves a boy so much she would do anything for him, while he falls in love with someone else?

And now she must somehow fall out of love because loving him is now forbidden, shameful, embarrassing, childish?

Or are you going to take me in your arms and make me yours?

6.

It's so unfair. Why did I have to fall for you? Out of all the boys in the universe, why is it that when I hear your name, your voice, your footsteps my heart begins to shake?

You don't even have to be there. I see a picture of you, and something presses against my chest. I gasp from wanting you to be here, from wanting you to hold my hand, from wanting you, from wanting...

7.

My greatest fear is what would happen if you got married before my heart has the courage to confess it's secret.

I'm terrified of one day opening my Instagram account to an engagement announcement.

Will I shatter into a million pieces? Will I scream? Will I cry?

Will I shut my eyes, my ears, my lips as my body shakes, rocks back and forth—trying to protect itself from the hurricane in my heart?

8.

I don't want to turn into that ugly girl who can't seem to get over a boy—everyone knows of her love and laughs at her, they whisper to their friends how creepy she is, always thinking of him, always writing little poems about him, always staring at him, stalking an Instagram page she isn't supposed to.

9.

What would he do if he found out I liked him?

10.

Come home to me. Please. If not to press your lips against my forehead and murmur that you cannot live without me, atleast give me the closure I need to move on.

11.

From the corner of my eye, I see you walk around the table and toward us. I dare not look at you. I dare not move a muscle. I only know noone can hear the thrashing of my heart against my chest, the sweat sliding between my shoulder blades, the way my lungs are constricting.

You stand there, talking. I hear the sound of your voice and my heart sings. It's been so long. It's been too long. I watch you and your family leave. Creep I am, my eyes glance back and forth.

In my imagination, you come back—alone. You bend low at my table, your knees grazing the floor, your fingers gripping the table. Your eyes look directly into mine. You tilt your head to the side and smile softly. "Hello," you say, sitting your head upon your folded arms. I am a deer and you are a hunter trying not to spook me.

We smile at each other for a moment.

I hope the moment lasts forever.

***

"And if you hurt me, that's okay baby only words bleed. Inside these pages you just hold me." (Photograph, Sheeran)

#love #heartbreak #poetry #poem #writers #words #romance #depressing #sadbeautifultragic #unrequited love #unrequited love makes for great literature you can't argue with me #i'm cringing though