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todayisafridaynight · 11 months

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YEAH........... YEAH..... LIKEWISE, NO NOTES AT ALL, THAT'S EXACTLY IT... Main antagonist deaths are often treated as "comeuppance," but that would be the ultimate comeuppance for Aoki. As it stands, the only people who actually suffer for it are Ichiban and Jo, and Ichi didn't even do anything wrong. Also please I'm positive there's more to wring out of Aoki and Jo for an essay 😭😭at the very least, I always love to hear your perspective!

"he'd made a social circle for himself where people predominantly liked him for the power and influence" <- incredibly Mine-core of Aoki btw (I also feel the rest applies a little in terms of Mine probably being very quick to write off people who Do care about him as not caring about him, as with Katase, but it's nowhere near the extent of the Arakawas)

Wait actually it's kind of funny... for both Mine and Aoki, I was so sure their endings would go a certain way. Mine and Kiryu'd fight Richardson off together and Ichi'd, I don't know, shield Aoki or hug him so Kume couldn't get to him in the first place, or after that INSANE direct parallel to Arakawa running to the hospital with Masato, he'd miraculously pull through like he did on New Year's. Tormented with visions of the better timeline... With Aoki in particular, it makes me want to tear my hair out because the moment of him choosing to put the gun in the locker was REVOLUTIONARY for the series, looking at the characters he was most heavily based on.

Anyway. Bottom line. These bitches need to hug it out. It was so evil Arakawa didn't hug Ichi at Omi HQ or on the waterfront like bro stop being """manly""" for five seconds you're ruining my life you're ruining your own lives

There'd genuinely be nothing more painful yet more satisfying for an antagonist than being confronted with the consequences of their actions and having to navigate life after having making those decisions, ESPECIALLY when it comes to mending the bonds that- for anyone else- would have shattered long ago. With Aoki being motivated by the want to be loved and appreciated for himself, it would've been nice to see him finally acknowledge that he did have that love and start to better himself as a result (however much he'd be able to while in prison anyway lmao).

The Mine and Aoki comparisons are so real though, I remember joking to myself about it days after beating the game but it just fuels my mental illness every time I think about it ☠️ I LEGALLY AM NOT ALLOWED TO GO OFF ABOUT THE Y7 ENDING I'VE DONE IT TOO MUCH it makes me so mad every time I think about it 😭 ESPECIALLY THE PARALLELS WITH ARAKAWA AND THE LOCKERS UGGGHHH IT COULD HAVE BEEN SUCH AN EPIC CONCLUSION WITH THAT... Arakawa running from the lockers at the start of Aoki's life compared to Ichiban running from the lockers and getting Aoki to the hospital so Aoki can restart life I'm Going To Kill Someone (myself) (in Minecraft)

#snap chats #theres a note here about aoki's self hatred and ergo his inability to believe people could love him without 'worth'#and some kind of. I Dont Know occurs that comes with aoki accepting that love and ergo At Least Tolerating himself #and again becoming better as a person as a result. not WHOLLY you cant undo Everything Wrong With Him with one therapy session #but itd at least be a start and thats far more than anything else rgg has given since like. ryuji in dead souls #but w/e i- as per usual- have the vocabulary of a walrus so we're just gonna have to imagine i said something profound #AND THE LACK OF HUGGING IN THIS FRANCHISE IM GOING TO STAB ALL OF YOU. IN MINECRAFT.#with the power of delusions and this like seven-year-old wacom tablet i can fix that......#it'll never be enough it'll never fill the void in my soul but it'll be something i guess #BUT UGH NO SORRY IM JUST MAD NOW #nothing in my life has ever genuinely triggered anger in me than the y7 ending its just soooooooOOOOO #IT WAS SOOO CLOSE TO BEING PERFECT I CANT #im going to give myself a blood clot thinking about it anymore i feel my heart stopping Do Not Call An Ambulance I Cannot Afford It #so to stop myself from going in any more debt than i already am..... the possibility of any essays from me are very small #my ability to use words is near non existent. i feel like a right ninny sometimes #in any case im not sure what else i could expand on that isn't restating what you've said #cant ever be upset with bein on the same wavelength tho it gives my inarticulate ass a helluva easier time trying to explain LMAO #plus im petrified of trying to interpret anything from the english dub or english subs #and looking into language use is Very Much important when dissecting abusive relationships #i guess there's always just talking about general actions committed and not inspecting the exact words used #idk.. at the very least ill rotate the concept in my head and then fend off the urge to eat my teeth #i'm gonna throw up.... im still thinking of it........ gonna make an unrelated-but-arguably-related post in like three seconds #dont look at it its cringe

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shewhowantsmouseears · 1 year

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If you met Minnie IRL, what would you do with her?

Well, the last time I went to Disneyworld and met her, I turned into a giggling pile of goop and barely articulated a constructive sentence.

Did manage to hug her though!

#minnie mouse #true facts i turn into a giggling ninny around the mascots #when i met the talking mickey i almost DIED #thats why i dont think i could ever handle meeting a face character #it would kill me dead instantly

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another-chaotic-bisexual-vampire · 2 years

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Lucy: Dearest Mina, worry not about me, for everything is fine!

Bram Stoker: But everything was not fine.

#dracula daily #narrator voice #bram stoker #dun dun duuuuun #lucy westenra #TALK. ABOUT. YOUR FEELINGS. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. OF YOU. REPRESSED. VICTORIAN. NINNIES!

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serotoninny · 3 months

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ducktales 2017 + lego monkie kid character dynamics that i think would do me incredible amounts of psychic damage:

sandy, pigsy, and donald duck ( dudes trying to better themselves and direct their anger into protecting the people they love cheeeeeck )

dewey and webby + mk and mei

macaque and launchpad ( they are exes you have to trust me on this )

DELLA DUCK AND SUN WUKONG.

huey and tang :((((

louie and macaque. scheming.

i ran out of ideas. i dont know. glomgold and azure lion. whatever

#ninny talks #please please please someone has to understand why i think della and wukong would see each other and go. ah. same hat.

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askgoyuu · 3 months

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hey guys! i've been absent for a while now, since mental health tanked, but i'll be back stronger than ever!!

any way!

one of my goals this year is to do a goyuu comic. i don't know if it'll be long or short, but if you have any sort of tropes you like, let me know!

even like a lowkey vague plot point or setting (i.e. coffee shop au + 1815, or pokemon au, or wtv!) would be appreciated, since I like brainstroming and talking about stuff with people. :>

#ninnie talk #goyuu #五悠 #ごゆ #askgoyuu

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pluttskutt · 5 months

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toying around with the template in notion and it's so fun !! I'm working on Lucy's character page and it's amazing how much info the creator made possible and the work she put into this

#ninni talks notion

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ninnieartsies · 1 month

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so i'm a ns.fw artist, and i draw a bunch of stuff, ranging from whatever to some-ever. anyway. over the past few days, while drawing the dickening, i have been listening to youtube vids about people being eaten alive. hubby thinks this is funny af.

the contrast between sexy and unsexy.

it's hilarious.

#ninnie talk

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bonny-kookoo · 8 months

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Hey Ninny!! Do you know the "meme" (i mean... it's not really a meme...?) of "There's a dog/cat at the party" or "When i see or find a dog/cat at the party" ? I think a drabble with that and your hybrid or even alien fics would be funny 🤣 like "that's one fucking nice human right here🥹!!"

I literally just made a new Alien kook did I...

While everyone else is busy drinking, socializing and most of all partying, Jungkook has found a different way to have fun at the party of his human friend.

The alien himself is a little less social, coming from a culture that tends to just stay by themselves, so it's not surprising to anybody that they can't find him at some point- which he welcomes. Because that means, no one's gonna interrupt this moment he's having with you by looking for him.

Earth hybrids, to him, are fascinating.

While their backstory is anything but glamorous, he can't help but be just absolutely enchanted by the way you behave and most of all interact with him. Your rounded, large fox ears are absolutely adorable to him, soft to the touch, and he just wants to wrap you up in his sweater and protect you forever every time his eyes glance at the long healed scar- the ear a little torn on the side, though it doesn't seem to bother you.

Instead, your sandy blonde tail happily wags occasionally as he talks to you about how his planet looks like and what things he likes to eat and do in his free time, while he brushes your hair out after helping you detangle it from the back of your collar.

He had met you by pure chance just an hour prior- having looked for something to snack on in the kitchen, and instead finding you with scissors in your hand, eyes all glossy with unshed tears as your thoughts rush into his head. They're not very clear, a little muddy, and he's not sure why he can't hear them as well as he can hear other people's inner monologues- but it doesn't matter, really, considering that he understood the predicament you were in right away, having gently taken the scissors away from you to instead detangle your hair from your collar instead.

Hoseok never told him he was fostering a hybrid- but granted, Jungkook also never really asked.

So instead, he sits in the kitchen with you the entire party, rather having you sit on his lap and lean against his chest while he watches some videos of his home planet on his phone with you, until he has to chuckle, noticing you having fallen asleep, hands clinging to his jacket. Maybe it's because you're not entirely human- maybe that's why he can't really 'hear' you, and maybe that just adds to this.. curiosity that he's already developing.

And when Hoseok later on starts to bring the dishes into the kitchen, he's a little surprised to see his alien friend with you on the kitchen chair-

both of you fast asleep, Jungkook's arms securely around your body.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #hybrid imagine #jeon jungkook imagine #alien!jungkook #alien jungkook

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haleyboook · 1 year

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Sexiest man alive’s photographer wife pt.l

Chris Evans is to be named People’s 2022 sexiest man alive, what he and his wife don’t know is that his photographer for the magazine is his very own wife. Who better to give the smoldering sexy look to than his wife?

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“Yes I am still scrambling around London trying to make it back in time for Miles birthday party. The models I’m dealing with here believe I’m a complete ninny. If only they knew the real stars I’ve photographed. Tell me why I agreed to this shoot again?”

He smiles on the other end of the video chat saying “It was something new. You wanted to broaden your portfolio.”

I grumble saying “Biggest mistake ever. Never let me make another like this okay?”

He chuckles saying “I think you’ve spent too much time in Europe, you’re beginning to speak like them. Ninny? What does that even mean?”

I stifle a laugh saying “Gah.. I’m so sorry. I should be home. With you and Dodger. Not here.”

“Hey, we understand. You’re killing it there and we’re couch potatoes while you’re gone. After shooting I’m exhausted.”

I nod saying “How’s the shooting for the red one going?”

“Good. I love Dwayne. I know I said I didn’t know if he’d be weird but he’s so funny and so nice. You’d love him. You need to meet him soon.”

“I’ll be home soon. And I won’t leave again, for as long as humanly possible.”

He nods saying “Sounds like the best idea you’ve ever had.”

I shake my head saying “You look tired. I am screwing up your sleep routine calling you this late. I hate this stupid time difference.”

He shakes his head saying “I can’t and will not go to sleep until we have our nightly calls. You know that.”

I frown and say “Sometimes I hate my job.”

“But, you love it. You know that.”

I shrug as I feel tears produce, “it’s just so difficult being away from you for so long. I don’t know anyone here. My assistants are French and talk terribly about me to each other. And the models think I’m a servant to them. I miss America. I miss you. I miss home.”

His eyes widen and he says “It’ll be done in no time. We’ll be here, waiting. Just do what you’ve gotta do. I can send Scott over if you’d like. He begs to go to Europe all the time.”

I smile as I wipe my tears saying “If he’s my best bet, yeah. But he’s not my first choice in Evans’ visiting me.”

He nods saying “I know how much you love my mom but I think she’s pretty busy in Boston, even though…”

I laugh through the tears at his efforts to make me feel better, my assistant quickly calls for me as I look to the laptop

“Miss Klava is requesting you to do… your job. No offense.”

I sigh as I look to her saying “Klava was supposed to be on set of the shoot an hour ago. She doesn’t run the show here. Get her in makeup and make her look like she cares to be here. I’ll be there soon enough.”

Quickly she leaves as I groan and Chris mellows as I shake my head saying “They can never not interrupt our alone time, can they?”

He shrugs saying “Big shoot day. I know you need to get out there now.”

I look down to my watch saying “No. No, tell me more about what’s going on with you.”

“I got a call from People magazine actually..”

Klava pushes her way into my room, shouting in a language I don’t understand, pointing towards my laptop and huffing and puffing.

Making a whole tantrum in front of me

I shake my head saying “You should be in hair and makeup! You’re so lucky I don’t find literally any other model to replace you!”

She shakes her head saying “I told you I model best. But you waste time with this! This ridiculous device.”

I look to my laptop screen, seeing Chris’ flushed expression. I glare at Klava saying “You can’t barge into my private office-”

My assistant says “She refuses to go into makeup, she claims she looks perfect as is.”

I sigh saying “Get Rachel, send Klava to Wes while I figure out how yo handle this.”

I look to my laptop saying “I’m sorry, Chris. I will call you later. Alright?”

He nods and says “I love you. Good luck with Klava.”

I smile to him quickly, saying “I love you too. Good luck with shooting.”

“You too.”

The call ends and I spend the rest of the day scrambling around, attempting to position and direct models that are nearly more than a foot taller me in heels to do as I request

I didn’t get around to calling Chris again, but I had enough time to check my email before I ultimately let my head hit my pillow and pass out

A rep from people magazine have reached out, asking for a call to speak about a job offer

I set plans and fall asleep with my phone unplugged and with a low battery

Chris messages me as I sleep, giving me updates throughout his day

Only going through to my dead phone

The sun shines in my face and I abruptly sit up, scrambling to read the time “please don’t be late..”

I look to the clock on the microwave, groaning as I rush out of the room.

Another painful day of dealing with models begins as I plug my phone in, missing my daily call with Chris

Missing the email telling me I would receive a call from People magazine’s Zoe.

Rachel pushes my ringing phone to my ear as it answers “Honey, I know I missed our usual call but-”

“Oh? Sorry, do I have the wrong number?”

I set my camera down, grabbing my phone confused saying “Sorry.. thought you were my husband. My assistant didn’t tell me it was a business call. Who is this?”

“Zoe from People.”

“Oh! Hi, sorry. I’ve been swamped here in London. What can I help you with?”

She cheerily says “As you probably know, People announces the sexiest man alive yearly with a large photo shoot and article. And we need a photographer for this years 2022 sexiest man alive. I’ve been following your work for awhile and wow… you’re work is stunning. My employers and I would like to offer you the job.”

My eyes widen and I say “Who would I be working with? Who won?”

Zoe pauses and says “2022’s sexiest man alive..”

I smile and say “Ah.. so confidential for now. When will the photo shoot take place?”

“Soon, as soon as you have an opening actually.”

Debating taking on more work I say “Who’s in the running for the job besides me?”

Zoe pauses saying “We were hoping it’d be you. We have a few people we’ve used in the past but my boss really enjoyed your photos from the Met gala earlier this year. You took some phenomenal photos.”

I pause and say “I don’t finish this job for another few weeks and I- I need to speak to my husband first before I accept another job.”

“We’d be willing to be flexible with times. And we know the model would be too.”

Looking to the models in front of me I say “Can we shoot in Boston?”

Zoe happily says “Yes, wherever you choose to photograph!”

I nod saying “Alright, I’m in. I just need to reassure my husband. I can just do the editing from this job from home. I’m almost wrapped up here. I will send you some dates that work for me, you pick one and let’s set some solid plans okay?”

“Perfect, I’ll expect your email. Thank you!”

I wrap up the call, dropping my phone and saying “Alright, this is the last day of shooting and none of you will have to hear my harping voice again. Just cooperate with me.”

Sending my unedited shots to my higher ups at the magazine I request finishing the final product in the states

With some convincing it’s approved and I call Chris on my taxi ride to dinner

“Didn’t think you’d get some time away to call me.”

I huff a breath in response saying “Yeah. I didn’t either. From the looks of your texts it sounds like you’re enjoying filming on red one.”

“I’m actually about to go meet someone for breakfast. Would you mind if you just texted me what’s up?”

I pause and mask my voice saying “Yeah of course! I’ll talk to you later.”

I hear a couple different voices in the background, one being Scott shouting “tell her I’m booking my flight immediately!”

I smile and Chris ends the call with a hushed goodbye. I sigh and the taxi driver says “Where to?”

“The airport please.”

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dokeythings · 7 months

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| tipsy | (dokyeom)

you wrap your arms around yourself, desperate to get some warmth from the cold in the air tonight. you rub up and down on your arms as the wind hits you, making its way through the holes in your sweater. your boyfriend is walking ahead of you, swaying into the other members as we walk down the block to the club. some of them pregamed a bit too hard, including dokyeom. he nearly trips over, well, air, and falls into seungkwan. everybody erupts in laughter, giggling at his misfortune. you attempt to giggle lightly to fit in, but in reality you are feeling very anxious. he moves back to the end of the group and meets up with you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. you feel warmer in his touch, leaning into him momentarily.

"hey pretty" he mumbles, trying to appear less intoxicated than he is, and failing at it.

you say hello back, wrapping an arm around his waist to steady his walking. he moves you over to the inside of the sidewalk. in this position he gets too close to the curb too often for your liking.

"kyeom" you urge, "please be careful" you say, trying hard not to be a nervous ninny.

he moves you both farther into the sidewalk, leaving the curb a safe distance away. he looks at you for a moment and you notice how tipsy he is, but how immediately sober he can become when it comes to you.

"sorry baby" he hums, making you feel better now that he's more steady.

"KWON SOONYOUNG!!!" he yells suddenly, his voice booming throughout the streets. other groups walking by look over at you all briefly, and quickly go back to what they were doing. hoshi is only mere feet away, but he yells back with the same volume. they start talking about something you aren't even listening to, their voices getting lost as you all file into the club.

they immediately merge into the sea of people and hit the dance floor, begging you to come join them. you don't feel like it quite yet, so you insist they go on and sit at the bar by yourself. dokyeom leaves a gentle kiss on your cheek before he disappears into the crowd. he does hesitate for a moment, looking like he had something else to say but he decides not to. you sigh softly and sit down at the bar stool.

you wish you didn't have to be this way. you wish you didn't feel like you suck the fun out of every thing you attend. every time you tell yourself it will be different, and you will be better. but it doesn't happen.

your father was an alcoholic growing up, loving the bottle more than he ever did you. you remember growing up in that house, hiding away in your room any time he was around. you were just a little kid, and you had to grow up at a rapid rate. you would come home from school to find him laying on the couch, out cold. you would pick up the empty bottles, and clean up quietly before he woke up. he treated your mom like shit, something that you'll hate him for for the rest of your life. there were even moments that you were scared he would hurt you, that he would finally cross that line. you were terrified of him, walking on eggshells constantly. he passed away years ago, after you had not spoken to him for nearly a decade. you never really processed it, you didn't know how to. maybe it was your own fault. maybe if you had, then you wouldn't be such a no fun loser.

dokyeom knows all about your past and your relationship with your dad. he has listened attentively to your words, making sure you were able to talk to him about it whenever you needed. you have slowly started to open up more, allowing yourself to heal at his hands. since knowing you, you know without a doubt that he has held back when it comes to drinking at social gatherings. he knows you feel uncomfortable around people who are drunk, something you're not sure if you will ever get over. you never intended for him to do this, and you have let him know plenty of times that he should not hold back on your account. you know you are safe with him, and you know that he would never put your in harms way, ever. but the second that smell of alcohol hits your nose, your heartbeat speeds up and you are suddenly that 6 year old girl again.

tonight, however, he finally let loose. the guys just finished playing a couple of really big concerts, coming off the high of it all. they wanted to go out together the celebrate, and it was all the reason for him to drink a little too much. you weren't mad at all, of course, and you are happy he is having so much fun. he deserves that after working so hard. you kind of just wanted to let them do their thing though, and hangout at home with a book and some tea. but here you are, sitting alone at the bar because you chose to not go dance with them. you know you do this to yourself.

you order a coke, earning a strange glance from the bartender, but he complies. you turn around as you wait, trying to find dokyeom on the floor. you spot him pretty quickly, watching him dance around like an idiot. he laughs loudly at something josh says, and even though the music is drowning out all noise from over there, you swear you can almost hear it. you smile to yourself, feeling your heart flutter. the bartender hands you your coke, and you turn back around and take a few sips. once you lean back, you become seemingly aware of the rest of the people at the bar. most men are old enough to be your father, and they have no shame in eyeing you up as they sit alone as well. you grimace at one of them, shifting under his gaze. you take out your phone and try to ignore them, wishing they would just become uninterested and leave you alone.

you feel a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders from behind, immediately making your fight or flight kick in. you must have jumped a little, because you hear,

"hey hey, its just me baby", the familiar voice soothing your mind and bringing your heart rate back down to normal. you turn around, looking up at the perpetrator, thanking god it's him.

"oh" you breathe out a sigh of relief, "good". you feel comforted, leaning against his chest as he tightens his grip around you upon noticing how tense you are.

"is everything okay?" he asks softly, looking into your eyes as he brushes his thumb across your cheek. his eyes streaked with concern. he was hesitant about bringing you here. he was hoping you would be able to have a little fun. he hopes this wasn't a mistake.

you shrug and nod at the same time, not being able to commit to an answer. "i just am feeling a little uncomfortable over here" you admit, glancing over at the men around you. one of them is looking right at you, staring at nothing but your chest, despite your obvious boyfriend standing right here with you. dokyeom follows your gaze, and shoots the man a look that immediately makes him turn around, never looking at you again. you're thankful for a moment that dokyeom can be scary when he wants to be. he changes his position, standing next to you so that he's between you and the scumbag man. you look up at him, he leaves a kiss on your forehead.

"come out there with us baby. i promise it's a lot of fun" he urges, smiling at you. he senses your hesitation without you even having to say anything. he hopes he didn't ruin this.

"i'm really not that drunk, i promise. i got over excited and i've sobered up a little now" he says, feeling as though he has to explain himself. you shake your head, frowning a bit. he doesn't have to explain himself, and you wish he didn't feel that way. you hate that you make him feel that way.

"babe" you start, putting your hand on his arm, "you are allowed to get drunk. i want you to have fun. you don't have to worry about me" you smile at him honestly, rubbing your hand up and down. you mean it, you don't want him to stop himself because of you.

"i know" he says, looking down. "i just want you to be comfortable" he says softly.

"i'm always comfortable with you. i don't think that anything you could do could change that" you say genuinely. you have always felt safe with him. he's one of the only people who you can truly say that about. you have a hard time trusting people, but thats never been a problem with him.

he nods, but stays quiet, so you try to lighten the mood. "lets get out there" you say happily, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the others. he perks up a little at your excitement.

"y/n!!!!" they shout in unison, excited that you joined them. they naturally form a little circle on the floor with just your group. someone pushes mingyu into the middle, urging him to dance. the song is upbeat and loud, giving him a perfect beat. yet somehow, he manages to look like a newborn baby giraffe. he grabs dokyeom's hand, dragging him in there with him. however, this only makes the dance look worse, and the duo flares around in the middle of our group as we all hype them up. one thing about dokyeom is that he's going to be the life of the party anywhere you go. you laugh until your ribs hurt and you think you can't take it anymore. you go into the middle, standing between them.

you yell loud enough to be heard over the music, "i'm sorry, but from what i just watched i genuinely can't believe you guys dance professionally for a living".

mingyu acts fake hurt, putting his hands on his hips sassily. dokyeom laughs at you, pushing your shoulder jokingly.

"okay lets see you try then" he laughs, pulling him and mingyu out of the circle, leaving you there alone. everyones eyes are on you, they clap to the song and watch you anxiously.

"go y/n! go y/n!" dokyeom starts the chant, everyone follows him instantly. you decide to just let loose, because what the hell? you start to dance as best you can. dance being a very loose term to define what you are doing. everyone is laughing and cheering you on, making you forgot all about how anxious you were at the beginning of the night. as you spin around in the mini circle you've all created, you feel like everything is moving in slow motion. you see everyones faces as you pass by, smiling fondly at you. you think for a moment how you wish everyone in the world could have friends like this.

the song starts to slow down and come to an end, and you are exhausted from all the movement. everyone cheers one last time, giving you high fives here and there. the circle kind of dissipating as the next song comes on and they all start dancing again. you push through towards your boyfriend, who is laughing at you before you even get a word in.

"you are never allowed to make fun of our dancing again" he chuckles, a nicer version of him trying to tell you that you absolutely sucked.

"asshole" you mutter, crossing your arms, pretending to be mad. you pretend to walk away from him and towards the others, but he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you back. he pulls you flush against his chest.

"for what its worth, you looked really fucking cute" he says into your ear so you can hear. you blush at his words, and rest your arms on top of his, making him hold you tighter. you look up at him and smile, but then say whats honestly on your mind right now.

"my feet hurt so bad i might have to cut them off". you did not wear the proper shoes for this.

he chuckles at your outburst, shifting a little so he has a better grip on you.

"lean on me baby, i've got you" he says, keeping you against him.

you let yourself fall into him a little, taking a load off of your feet. it feels so much better already. he keeps his arms around you and sways you both back and forth lightly. the music is so loud that its not really worth trying to have a conversation. hoshi and minghao are having some sort of dance battle, and its captivating you all. you smile every time you feel dokyeom's chest echo as he laughs. he rubs his thumb up and down on your waist subconsciously. you gently lean your head up to look at him. the lights from the dj reflect in his eyes and light up his face every once in a while, revealing the happiness. you manage to watch him for a minute or so, wondering how anyone could be so naturally beautiful. he hasn't noticed you staring at him, or maybe he has and just lets you do it anyways. either way, he eventually looks down at you and catches you. he simply smiles at you, amused. he leans down to kiss the top of your head. you lean up closer to his ear, not feeling like screaming anymore.

"come to the bathroom with me?" you ask, wanting to go somewhere quiet for a moment.

he nods, holding your hand as you make your way through the people and off the dance floor. once you reach the bathrooms, you stop in the hallway, leaning against the wall. your ears are ringing.

"i didn't really have to go, i just wanted to talk to you again. i missed your voice" you speak.

you know that its only been a mere ten minutes or so since he spoke, but you are saying the truth, embarrassing or not, you don't care.

he takes a step closer to you, extending his arm out and places his hand on the wall near your head. he leans in on his arm, smiling sweetly at you. he missed your voice too. you get butterflies at how good he looks right now, and how close he is to you.

"hi, sweetheart" he says, giving you what you want. his voice is a little raspy from all the yelling. it only makes you melt more.

"hi" you stutter, wondering how in the world he still makes you this nervous. you don't think you'll ever get used to this.

he giggles at you, tilting his head to the side. "you look nervous" he says, knowing damn well that its him who has this affect on you. he likes to tease you about it occasionally, finding it extremely endearing.

"i get nervous when hot guys are this close to me" you say matter of factly, sliding in the compliment, which only boosts his momentary ego. your eyes flutter down to his lips. he notices your gaze, smirking as he does. he doesn't give you what you want that easily though, enjoying the little game.

"hmm, i guess i can go further away then" he shrugs. he releases his hand from the wall and stands up straight, taking a few steps back.

you outwardly frown at the action, not enjoying the little game like he is. he gives in at your pout, immediately stepping back towards you with a smile.

"you know" he says, placing a hand on your hip and the other back on the wall by your head again. "you can kiss me whenever you want to, honey" he finishes, the pet name making your cheeks heat up. you usually let him initiate things like that, feeling awkward and shy about it for some reason. but you don't know how much he absolutely loves when you do it first.

you put your hands on his shoulders. he clearly has no intention of closing the gap between you. you finally pull him closer to you, and connect your lips with his. you kiss him passionately. you kiss him for being so patient with you all night, for getting you to loosen up and have fun, and for being there for you no matter what it is. once you pull away he meets your eyes.

"i love you baby. i'm really happy you're here tonight" he says.

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