#the way i had to slow down the clip itself bc it went by SO fast omg like if you blink you miss it fr

[spica-starson]

everyday i think about this split-second tender moment from episode 20 and immediately Cry™️

#shenlan qiyu wushuang zhu #the land of miracles #donghua #chinese animation #im so fucking soft for them its insane #;-; #this wasnt in the novel qwq but it fits them and their relationship perfectly #i love the donghua team sm for this #they captured fh's fondness for lg so well gAH #ALSO IF YOU PAUSE RIGHT AT THE START YOU CAN SEE THAT FAHUA IS SMILING OH MY GOOOSSHHDSJD #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-- *SOBS HARDER* #mine #my gif #the way i had to slow down the clip itself bc it went by SO fast omg like if you blink you miss it fr

[it-begins-with-rain]

Today was the first day we were filming our business show in its new format.

Only zoom interviews, which helped because new formats (plus a substitute graphics guy) just tends to be a bit chaotic. So not dealing with in-person guests helps.

First interview goes a bit slow, the guys are too chummy and chatty, and we end up 30 min behind. Which sucks because I send out the emails with the links so I get the snippy emails from interviewees.

So we plow along and jump to the next and... ... ...

The zoom computer has no outgoing video (from us to them), so they can't see us.

Not ideal but I guess they don't have to see us, we can do it.

Then the earpiece for the host stops working. We rewire everything, redo the plugs, change the earpiece 3 times. No audio is going into the earpiece itself, but the clip that connects to the collar is vibrating so hard that if you set it down you can HEAR what is being said.

Which is not how we do the show bc the mic pics it up so we can't even pretend that's okay. All 3 earpieces do this. Out of nowhere.

I fix that with an old wireless system.

Then the incoming audio from the zoom call fails.

Then the outgoing audio from the zoom call fails.

The zoom computer has been entirely rewired 3 times at this point with all hardware swapped.

No audio, no usable video.

We are now 2 hours behind schedule.

I have been RUNNING nonstop back and forth trying to rewire systems to chase down fault points and check patches and figure out why everything went to fuck.

We can't do any interviews right now, and we are GROTESQUELY late.

I come up with a solution: Using my laptop, have the host do a zoom interview, recording it internally via zoom, and then offload the video into our system for it to be played back as a "I sat down with this person earlier this week and here is what he had to say" type deal.

30 minutes of explaining to the host "NO, JUST INTERVIEW THEM, WE WILL REWRITE THE SCRIPT LATER. YPU DONT NEED IT. LITERALLY JUST DO THE INTERVIEW. AGAIN NO, YOU WONT READ ANY INTRODUCTUONS, JUST DO THE INTERVIEW. NO YOU DONT NEED TO DAY ANYTHING JUST SHUT UP AND INTERVIEW THE MAN".

We get that done, and now the entire computer which controls the zoom calls has had a full meltdown and gone entirely offline, and yet in a way where zoom thinks it is still signed in and won't let me sign in to the station zoom account from my laptop to just swap the two out.

Eventually it is fixed and we regain control of video and audio we are now 3 hours behind and I am sitting on the floor of the audio room just completely disassociating.

Engineer calls down: he had to flush isopropyl alcohol through the electrical wires of the earpieces to get them to work. Fuck knows why or why they ALL needed it and out of NOWHERE.

Engineer calls down again: He figured out the system meltdown was either the cause or effect of two critical patches in the broadcast system control upstairs- an area no one van access but him- have melted down to the point where they are totally fried and visibly charred.

At this point we all take 10, because we just have promos left and everyone is fried.

I go out to the bathroom, and in a dark hall where they haven't restored power to the lights yet (they're remodeling our area- it is impossible for that to have caused any system errors, those lines are shielded in many ways), I notice something on the floor.

The droppings of what must be a truly huge rat. Right by my work area.

We don't know if there are rats in the station and that may have had something to do with the total catastrophic system failure, or if someone maybe tracked the droppings in from somewhere.

TL;DR:: Today was the absolute worst any show has ever gone.

#work

[writing-on-the-wahl]

Writing Snippet #14

[Sequences of flashing lights may not be suitable for photosensitive viewers]

Civilian woke with a start, the hairs on her arms standing on end.

Something was wrong.

The curtains were closed. That was the first thing she noticed.

Civilian never closed the curtains. Waking up in the morning required the full force of the sun.

She fought to keep her breathing even as she regarded the room through slitted eyes.

“There’s no point pretending you’re still asleep.” The voice was rich, smooth, and utterly terrifying.

Her heart pounded. What kind of robber announced their presence?

Civilian opened her eyes fully, diving for the nightstand. She yanked open the top drawer.

It was empty.

She whirled around as a malicious chuckle sent shivers down her spine.

A shadow detached itself from the corner near the door, slowly spinning a glinting silver barrel on two fingers.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t check the room for weapons?”

How long had he been in her room...

The spinning stopped, and she heard the distinct clink clink of bullets hitting the wood floor as the light above the bed began to flicker.

The figure stepped forward, tossing her gun and the now empty clip on the bed between them. She caught a glimpse of his face as the light continued to flicker on and off.

For a moment her fear receded.

“Hero.”

No need to be afraid of the city’s golden boy.

Then logic kicked in. It was 2 a.m. according to the alarm clock on her nightstand. What was he doing here?

“Hero?”

He smiled, white teeth glinting in the flashing light. “So you know who I am. Good. That will make this much easier.”

Make what easier??

He took a step towards her, and Civilian retreated until her back hit the window.

“What do you want?”

“You run a shooting range with your father on 34th Street.”

The lights flickered out and when they came back on, he was standing even closer, eyes gleaming with an unnatural glow.

She flinched back. “All- all our permits are in order.”

“Yes.” The word was slow, disapproving.

He reached underneath his cape, and Civilian stopped breathing. She pressed back further, the cold of the glass seeping through the thin curtains.

Hero pulled his hand free, and she flinched, expecting a weapon of some sort, but in his hand was a stack of photos?

He extended the photos towards her. When she made no move to retrieve them, he waved them impatiently. Reluctantly, she inched forward, but when she snatched the photos from his hand, a shock ran up her arm and she jumped back, the photos spilling across the floor.

Her arm throbbed, like when she’d hit her elbow against the counter yesterday, only ten times worse.

She glared accusingly at Hero as she rubbed at her arm. He smirked, then pointed to the photos on the ground.

She glanced down, squinting in the still-flickering light. It was starting to give her a headache. Flick. A picture of her behind the counter at the shooting range talking to a customer. Flick. A picture of her in the aisle, debating brands ...with the same customer. Flick. A picture of just the customer, pulling into the parking lot. Flick. The customer standing in a lane, aiming for a target.

Why that customer? He was a regular, came at least once a week. Was always polite. Friendly. She always enjoyed their brief interactions, enjoyed making him smile wide enough that his dimples showed…

She looked closer at the photos. The angles of the photos were eerily familiar, and Civilian sucked in a breath as she realized why.

“You hacked our security cameras.”

Hero raised an eyebrow as he gestured to the lights, which promptly went haywire, flashing so quickly she covered her eyes against the onslaught.

“Stop! I get it! It’s not that hard!” It should have been. She paid through the nose for their high-end security system.

The lights went out completely, and Civilian couldn’t see.

“You want me to stop?”

Hero’s voice came from much too close, and she scrambled backwards, slamming into the window.

“With the flickering lights?” she gasped. “Yes.”

The air crackled with electricity, and her breathing hitched. This was much worse than flickering lights, and Hero knew it.

Her eyes were still filled with flashing orbs of light, and her breathing intensified as she whipped her head from side to side, blind and vulnerable.

Muffled crunching marked Hero’s movements as he stepped across the photos on the ground.

She squeezed her eyes shut as the crunching stopped, meaning he was across the photos, meaning...

“Boo!”

She reared back, head slamming into the glass. He laughed, his hands settling on the glass either side of her, caging her in. Currents flowed around her, prickling her skin but not quite strong enough to hurt.

“What do you want?” The words were barely audible.

Her vision was finally clearing, which was worse because now she could see Hero’s face, his twisted sneer both illuminated and shadowed by the unnatural glow surrounding him.

Hero leaned in. “What do I want?” He smiled, with much too many teeth. “I want you to seduce Supervillain.”

Civilian blinked. What did Supervillain have to do with literally anything?

“I—sorry—what?”

“You. Are going to seduce. Supervillain.” His voice was sharp as a knife’s edge, but she still didn’t understand...

“Uh… um but I don’t even know hi—“

Hero slammed his hands against the window, the curtains only slightly muffling the sound.

“THAT’S HIM!”

He gestured angrily to the pictures on the floor.

Oh.

Oh.

Civilian looked down at the scattered images. Tried to reconcile the messy black hair and timid smile with the vicious Supervillain who turned shadows into living nightmares.

“Yes.” Hero snarled, glowing even more fiercely now. “That’s Supervillain. Every week he drives out of his way to come to your establishment. Why would he bother with guns when his shadows can kill more effectively than any bullet?”

His face was mere inches from hers now, and eyed her knowingly. “He likes you.”

He did?

“And you are going to get close to him, discover his weaknesses, find out exactly how to defeat him.”

No.

That was what she wanted to say.

Whether it was a shy but charming civilian or a deadly supervillain, she wasn’t going to seduce anybody for Hero. As if she even knew how.

But Hero was glaring out of her, and if he could shoot lightning bolts out of his eyes, it would probably look about the same as his expression right now.

And she had no desire to be electrocuted again tonight.

“I—me—am going to fake-date that man—” she pointed to the photos, “—who is really Supervillain?”

“Yes.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but his hands came down on her arms before he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “And in case you are thinking of saying no…”

Volts of power rushed through his hands into her, and she crumpled to the ground, gasping in pain. He grinned down at her. “... refusal would be unwise.”

She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. But he apparently took her silence for agreement and turned, kicking the photos out of his way.

He paused at the door.

“Remember, Civilian, it’s for the greater good.”

——————————————————

Shoutout to my youngest sister for insisting the supervillain have shadow powers (has she been watching too much S&B? Probably? CAN you watch too much S&B? Definitely not.)

Shoutout to my brother-in-law for vetoing literally every superpower I could think of bc they were “not creepy enough.”

Shoutout to @im-a-wonderling for the beta read/hero creepy-electric-superpower suggestion.

🥰🥰🥰 you guys are the best!

#oooooo I just scared myself #creepy hero #heroes and villains #villain x civilian #hero x villain #hero #villain #snippet #writeblr #my writing #write #writing

[mizunetzu]

Atsumu + Alcohol

If you make him drunk, I will hug you. Also, glad to see you’re back! :>

He’s drunk. Hug me. Now. But ehehe it makes me happy that you’re glad I’m back :,) NOW HERES DRUNK ATSUMU!

Also only @shiny-bun wanted to be tagged sobs reeeeeaaaal confidence booster I know :,)

——————

Atsumu x reader - Sweet, Sweet Lies Called Drunk Miya Atsumu

⚠️warnings - mentions of alcohol through the fic. reader records videos of atsumu drunk whenever he sees him. It isn’t in a sexual way at all; and reader doesn’t touch atsumu unconsentually at all. Just likes to watch him drunk bc he loves him still :,)

Also: FUCKING ANGST. you know it’s fuckign angsty when I got emotional writing it. Also, grammarly proof read it don’t trust it.

Pronouns - male, he/him

——————

“I think we should break up.” 

(Y/n) blinked, before down casting his head. He said nothing for a while, before opening his mouth again bluntly.

“...ok.”

Atsumu furrowed his brows. He gripped the coffee mug resting on the cafe table just a bit harder. He certainly wasn’t expecting that answer. “...Ya aren’t gonna ask why? Yer just ok with it?”

“Well,” (Y/n) emotionlessly bit into a small biscuit. His expression was unreadable, blank like a piece of paper. “It’s not like I can change your mind, ‘Tsumu.”

“But...can I at least know why?”

The two went silent. Atsumu pursed his lips, trying to find the words to say while (Y/n) sat there expectantly. Eventually, Atsumu looked back up from his coffee mug.

“S’a lot of reasons, I think. ‘M busy with volleyball, ‘specially since it’s my job now,” Atsumu chuckled awkwardly. It was true, with the Black Jackals, he was being paid to do something he loved. “And...I...”

“I think I found a girl I really like.”

(Y/n) looked down at his lap numbly. He already knew it was coming, he wasn’t blind to the faint lipstick marks Atsumu tried to wipe away when he came home, or the smell of expensive perfume that stained him when he would come back from ‘practice’. He knew, he knew yet...

“Ah.”

Was all he could say.

——

Atsumu downed his third can of cheap beer, hissing loudly and slamming it down on the bar.

“I hate life! M’gonna fuckin’...! Run away and shit!”

Sakusa hummed. “Oh no. What happened now.”

Loud, irritating club music blared through the bar’s speakers. Atsumu slumped over the counter, making Sakusa and Bokuto lean back.

“Oi! ‘Tsum-Tsum! What’s wrong buddy?” Bokuto poked repeatedly at Atsumu’s head, making him groan and pathetically try and flick his hand away.

“M’...M’so sad...” Atsumu whimpered. Sakusa rolled his eyes while Bokuto frowned. Atsumu continued to mumble sadly into his arms until he slowly became more agitated, and whipped his drunken head up. 

“Shoyo’s got a nice boyfriend! That fuckin’...Kodzuken youtuber dude! Why can’t I! If I were Shoyo, I’d be laying on my boyfriend’s lap and bein’ all cute and shit —but here I am! Fuckin’ drinkin’ and bitchin’ and fuckin’...fuck! Fuckin’ Shoyo! Fuckin’ Kodzuken! Fuckin’—”

“But didn’t you just break up with that girl you were seeing for like, months now? Thought you were straight, man!” Bokuto said, playing with the little garnish on his drink. Atsumu deadpanned, swallowing thickly before letting his head thump down onto the table. 

“Thought I was. M’gayer than if unicorns shat me out.”

Sakusa sipped on his fancy, green drink. “Is this about (L/n)-san, again-“

“‘Course it’s about (Y/n)!”

Atsumu waved at the bartender to grab him another drink. The bartender looked him up and down, before shrugging and leaving off to grab another beer. Sakusa looked at Atsumu with a disappointed expression.

“You do realize that every time we drink, you get shit-faced drunk, complain about (L/n)-san, call (L/n)-san, then he picks you up and you wake up in his house because he’s too nice to refuse to pick you up. And you regret and bitch to me every single time.” Sakusa closed his eyes and took a long sip from his drink. “Honestly I don’t know why I still come with you guys if I know it’s gonna end up like this.”

“Hey! ‘Tsum-Tsum has his problems and he’s just letting them out!” Bokuto defensively waved his arms around, gesturing to Atsumu on the table, laying down his head in his arms. Both Sakusa and Bokuto were pretty sure he was ugly sobbing. Or at least babbling nonsense that sounded like sobs.

“He can’t even sit up straight. And Miya-san was the one who broke up with (L/n)-san for another girl. He has no right to be complaining.”

“S-Still! ‘Tsumu’s the homie! Let him rant!” Bokuto chugged down his drink. 

Sakusa fished his phone out of his pocket. He scrolled down his list of contacts, before clicking on one that read ‘(L/n)-san. (Atsumu’s pick-me-up)’. The phone’s screen turned black, displaying (Y/n’s) profile pic with a ‘contacting...’ right under it in fine print. 

“Sure, Bokuto-san. Whatever you want.”

——

“Fuckin’...let go of me, Omi!” Atsumu slurred. He, however, made no attempt to push Sakusa off as he dragged him outside the bar. Bokuto had long gone, and Atsumu was a few drinks overdue for his trip home. 

Sakusa sighed, standing out in the cold with his mask pulled up to his face. Atsumu lolled his head onto Sakusa’s shoulder, either in an attempt to push him off or just pure drunkenness. “Don’t drool on me, Miya-san.” Sakusa cringed.

Atsumu was about to retort back, until both his and Sakusa’s attention was drawn to a home-y, black car that pulled up right in front of them. The driver’s door clicked open, and someone in a baggy sweater and sweatpants emerged from the car. 

“Please take him, (L/n)-san. I’m sorry for always calling you to-”

“It’s fine!” (Y/n) chuckled, opening the passenger’s side door for Sakusa to throw Atsumu’s body in. “‘Tsumu’s been drinking a lot, huh? Isn’t this the third time this month I had to pick him up?” 

Atsumu groaned when Sakusa clipped in his seatbelt. He sighed when Atsumu began tugging at it like a child, not knowing how to unbuckle it himself. “Actually, it’s the fourth time. But he has a reason today, I think.”

“He finally broke up with Yumena-san.”

Breath hitched in (Y/n’s) throat. He covered his shock up with a smile, however, and closed the car door with Atsumu in it. “Aw. Well, I better uh, drive him home, now. Bye-bye, Sakusa-kun.”

Sakusa nodded. (Y/n) stepped into his car tentatively. Ignoring the way Atsumu was still tugging at his seatbelt, he started up the car, and drove. 

“I’m...sure you won’t mind sleeping over at my place again...right, ‘Tsumu?” (Y/n) mumbled, more to himself than to the drunktard sprawled out onto his car seat. He silently unlocked his phone, tapping on the camera app and propping his phone up on his dash. He hit record, and withdrew his hand back to the steering wheel. Atsumu eyed it suspiciously, before shrugging it off sleepily.

“Naaaah…” Atsumu slurred. He threw his head haphazardly onto the armrests separating his seat from (Y/n’s), trying to get as close to his ex as possible. “Yer apartment smells good...I miss it...I miss you…”

Shifting so he was still laying on the armrest, Atsumu tucked his arm under his head like a pillow. “Yer so...pretty…love you so much...”

(Y/n) pursed his lips. Atsumu smiled dumbly, pointing a finger gun at (Y/n). “We should-you and I should like, totally get back together n’ shit…” Atsumu stopped, letting out a hiccup, before continuing. “I miss you...n’ I love you…”

Stopping at a red light, (Y/n) looked down at Atsumu, who was staring back at him with half-lidded eyes. (Y/n) averted his gaze, chuckling awkwardly. “...You don’t mean that. You’re just drunk.”

Atsumu shot up. “But I do! M’so sad without you!” Atsumu loosened his seatbelt enough so he could rest his face on (Y/n’s) forearm. “You were the best thing in my life, n’ I need you back! I love you so muuuuuuch!”

(Y/n) stayed quiet for a second, glancing at his camera pointed directly at Atsumu nuzzling his face into his arm. He slowed the car to a stop, taking out his keys and pressing the ‘Stop’ button on his phone. He slipped both of them into his pockets.

“We’re here. C’mon, get up.” (Y/n’s) voice was barely above a whisper. After sitting in his car for a while, he finally got up, and walked over to the other side to haul Atsumu’s corpse-of-a-body out of his seat. “Fuck...sometimes I wish my apartment wasn’t on the third floor-’Tsumu! You can walk if I support you, right? I’m not carrying you.”

Atsumu pressed all his weight against (Y/n). “What if I want my boyfriend to carry me like a princess n’ shit…”

“I’m-” (Y/n) swallowed. His voice was quiet and shaky again. “I’m not your boyfriend. You say stupid things when you’re drunk...”

Atsumu was about to protest, when (Y/n) looped his arm under his own arm. 

“Let’s go. You need rest.”

The walk to (Y/n’s) apartment was silent.

——

Atsumu pouted, eyeing down the way Kenma was showing a video on his phone to Hinata and smiling. Hinata grinned widely, his eyes glued to Kenma’s phone screen until an obnoxious sigh drew his eyes away. 

“Why’d ya even invite me here...M’just third wheelin’ on yer guys's little date time.” Atsumu frowned, dramatically slumping in his seat. Kenma hunched his shoulders down, suddenly becoming very aware of the way Atsumu not-so-subtly stared him down. He brought his coffee cup to his lips, trying to hide behind the cup itself. 

Hinata defensively wrapped his arms around Kenma. “Oiiiii! We invited you over because you always get super-duper depressed after waking up hungover at (L/n’s)!”

“I’m more depressed now that yer all cuddly-wuddly with yer frickin’ boyfriend while m’sitting here with my single ass!”

“Miya wakes up hungover at (Y/n’s)?” Kenma quietly asked Hinata. He nodded. Atsumu started flailing his arms around, trying to get Hinata to stop talking, but he didn’t seem to take the hint.

“Every time he goes drinking, he ends up crying about how much he still loves (L/n)—and ends up either calling him or someone else calls him to go pick him up. Either way, he wakes up super embarrassed and awkward in (L/n’s) bed and sulks the rest of the time at practice.” 

Atsumu sat there, feeling like he’d been shoved to the front of a volleyball court completely naked. Kenma blinked, before looking down again.

“Oh.”

“That’s all yer gonna say-!?”

“I guess it kind of makes sense, now.”

Atsumu stopped mid-sentence, looking at Kenma with a confused expression. Kenma tried to dodge Atsumu’s eyes again, this time tugging on Hinata’s sleeve.

“...What makes sense now?”

Kenma had the look of ‘I said too much.’, trying to change the topic or hoping Hinata would swoop in and change it for him. But alas, no such thing happened. “I don’t think (Y/n) would…”

Hinata suddenly tugged back at Kenma’s sweatshirt, gesturing to turn around with him for a private conversation. They both turned their heads, mumbling out little ‘video-!’, ‘(Y/n)-!’ and ‘Atsumu-!’s here and there. Atsumu glanced from Hinata, to Kenma, before pouting that he’d been left out of the conversation.

Eventually, both Kenma and Hinata turned around again, looking directly at Atsumu. He stared back at them with doe-like confused eyes, when Kenma fished out his phone. 

“If we show you, you promise to act like you never knew at all?” Hinata childishly extended his pinky finger out to Atsumu, to which he nodded vigorously and hooked his own pinky with his. Kenma piped up.

“The reason I said it made sense was because I found a folder in (Y/n’s) phone titled, and I quote: ‘Sweet, Sweet, Lies called Drunk Miya Atsumu (watch when sad)’. They’re filled with video’s of you, drunk, blabbing about how much you love him.”

Atsumu stared at Kenma.

“Yer fuckin’ lyin’.”

“I’m...really not.” Kenma turned his phone screen around, displaying a video filmed in what seemed to be (Y/n’s) car. Atsumu leaned down and peered at the video, seeing his head frozen in place in the corner of the screen. Kenma felt around for the play button, tapping until it started playing. 

Atsumu watched the video in horror, his face going milk white as he watched himself cry and sob about how much he wanted to get back with (Y/n). Right in front of him. The video ended, and Atsumu looked up with the hope of getting hit with a bus. 

“How...did you get-”

“I airdropped this one to myself when (Y/n) was in the bathroom one day because I found this one funny.” Kenma mumbled, turning his phone around and inspecting the screen. “There’s millions of them on his phone, this one isn’t even the worst. Some of them are in his apartment when he’s trying to get you into bed, and I think there’s one where you beg him to cuddle with yo-”

“Stop! Stop! No more!” Atsumu covered his face, embarrassed. Kenma let his mouth fall shut, while Hinata snickered into his drink. Atsumu let his head smack onto the table. “What did I do to deserve this…”

“Hey!” Hinata quipped, his positive voice making Atsumu’s brain hurt. “You know what that means, right?”

“That (Y/n) probably wants blackmail or revenge on me for breaking up with him?” Atsumu grumbled into his hands.

“Wh-no, what,” Kenma said. “He means-”

“(L/n) still loves you! I mean-he saves videos of you saying you love him to watch when he is sad or lonely or whatever, that means he loves you still! It was even in the title!”

Atsumu glared at Hinata like he was squinting at the sun. Kenma shrugged. 

“S’true. He told me himself he watches them when he goes to sleep n’stuff.”

“Yer lyin’.”

“Was he lying when he showed you the video?” Hinata raised his eyebrow. 

Atsumu opened his mouth, before letting it clamp shut and shaking his head ‘no’.

——

Clinging to his side like a kicked puppy, (Y/n) found himself nursing a drunk, sobbing Atsumu at his apartment once more. 

“Tsum-” (Y/n) struggled to stick his key in his door’s keyhole with the way Atsumu was quite literally hanging off him. It was like he was trying to pull (Y/n) to the ground with him. “Atsumu! I’m trying to-”

“Don’t leaaaaave meeee! I love you!” Atsumu sobbed. He wiped his messy face onto (Y/n’s) jacket. 

Finally sticking the key inside and turning it, (Y/n) pushed open the door and patted at Atsumu’s ruffled hair. “I’m not leaving, ‘Tsumu. Just taking you to bed, is all. We’re still...friends...I think.”

“Don’t wanna be your friend.” Atsumu sniffled, as he staggered into (Y/n’s) room with the support of his body. He was thrown on the bed with a loud groan, as (Y/n) went to grab his phone. “We were meant to be together...boyfriends...soulmates…!”

“I wish you meant that,” (Y/n) chuckled, setting up his phone, pointing it at his bed and pressing record. “Gave it up after the fifth time you came here sloppy drunk, though. It really is just you talking out of your ass.”

The hint of bitterness in (Y/n’s) voice increased unsteadily, wavering like a candlelight. “I-I mean, you say all these nice things-then the next morning you either deny everything you said, or leave before I can even say goodbye! Or you don’t even remember most of the time!”

(Y/n’s) disgruntled laugh made Atsumu blink. He eventually simmered down, looking down at the floor and busying himself with searching through his desk. 

“That’s okay though. I have these little videos of your lies to keep me company. I can live with that just fine.” (Y/n) turned to Atsumu, holding up painkillers and setting them atop the desk. “...Sorry for problem-dumping on you, ‘Tsumu. I know you want sleep.”

“Don’t take these yet. They’re for tomorrow.” (Y/n) rattled the painkillers in their box, before producing a water bottle and extending it to Atsumu. He looked at the bottle like it was some foreign object. The water sloshed around when (Y/n) swirled it around Atsumu’s face. “It’s for your hangover tomorrow. Drink up, ‘Tsum-Tsum.”

“Only if you cuddle with me.”

(Y/n) pursed his lips. “No.”

“Then m’not drinkin’ the fuggin’ water!”

“Atsum-!” (Y/n) sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He set down the bottle of water on his nightstand, and rested his hands on his hips. “...If I give you a tiny hug, will you drink all the water and go to sleep?”

Atsumu nodded vigorously.

(Y/n) expected him to stand up and give him a hug, but instead, he opened his arms and sat expectantly, waiting for something to crawl between them. He was so far back on the bed, (Y/n) would probably have to lay awkwardly in his chest until he was satisfied.

So that's what (Y/n) did, after what felt like hours of contemplating and clenched jaws. He bit his lip, climbing slowly towards Atsumu on the bed. Atsumu smiled dumbly, and scooped him up in his arms like a claw machine. 

What Atsumu didn’t expect, was (Y/n) to stiffen up, surprised, before melting into his arms pathetically. He clumsily wrapped his arms around Atsumu’s torso, his body curling into the shape of his own like dough. He let his head slump in the crook of Atsumu’s neck, taking in a shaky, deep breath and sighing heavier than he meant to. 

(Y/n) figured he must’ve forgotten how much he relished being wrapped up in Atsumu’s arms, because he found himself not wanting to let go of Atsumu’s shirt that reeked of alcohol.

Still, after what was probably only a few candid seconds, (Y/n) pushed himself away from Atsumu, who slumped back on the bed confused, and wobbled his way back onto his feet. 

“There…” (Y/n) breathed. He had the most unreadable expression, and his voice was quiet and raspy. “Now-now drink th-the water...you promised.” 

Atsumu shrugged, swiping the water from the nightstand, and chugging it sloppily. (Y/n) went to work removing Atsumu’s socks, pants, and other things uncomfy to sleep in, until he was left in his boxers and t-shirt. Atsumu stared at (Y/n) sleepily, as he grabbed a spare pillow and blanket, and threw them on the swivel chair near his desk.

“...Y-Yer not gonna sleep here with me?”

(Y/n) furrowed his eyebrows, reaching over to stop his phone from recording, and curled up on the chair with his pillow. His voice was meek under the thin blanket he wrapped himself in. “You always ask, and i’ll always say no. Honestly I don’t know why you keep asking.”

“You look cold.”

“I’m...really not.”

“S’comfier on the bed.”

“...I like this chair.”

“I can scoot over-”

“Miya, if I give in and cuddle with you, everythings gonna be sunshine and rainbows ‘til the next morning—where you wake up next to me and regret everything! I’m-i’m trying to save your dignity here so stop asking!” (Y/n) croaked. He clutched his blanket tighter. “You’re drunk! You aren’t thinking! I already gave your-your stupid hug so stop it! How do you think I feel!?”

Atsumu rubbed at his head. (Y/n’s) hot face immediately flushed out, his voice quieting down back into his normal voice. 

“Ah...I’m...sorry. You’re...tired and I probably shocked you with my-by being loud n’stuff.” (Y/n) bowed his head slightly, before shifting away from Atsumu in his little swivel chair. “Sorry. Go to sleep now. Night, ‘Tsumu.”

When he heard shifting on the bed, (Y/n) grabbed his earphones and turned out the light. Plugging in his earphones hurriedly, he switched on his phone, clicking on the photos app and on today's video of Atsumu to cheer him up. He even caught the hug on camera, so he was looking forward to that. 

Dimming his phone's brightness to not disturb Atsumu, (Y/n) scrolled through the video, everything moving in fast-motion until (Y/n) saw himself climb into Atsumu’s arms. He paused the video there, smiling numbly, and taking a screenshot. 

Before he could add the video to the rest of his collection of drunk-sumu videos, he was suddenly hauled up and hanging upside down. He was tossed over Atsumu’s shoulder, not even having time to protest before he was thrown carefully onto his own bed. 

“Hey-Tsu-” Atsumu said nothing, climbing into the bed gracefully after (Y/n) and pulling the covers over the both of them. “Listen to me-! Let me go-!”

“If yer gonna keep sayin’ shit like...like i’ll regret it in the mornin’...fuckin’... let me,” Atsumu slurred. (Y/n) opened his mouth to speak, but Atsumu beat him to it. “S’my fault…’n...m’gonna deal with it in the mornin’. S-so lemme hold you.”

(Y/n) knitted together his eyebrows, looking conflicted on what he should do. He’d been so, so good at restraining himself from stealing hugs and kisses from Atsumu when he was drunk, and his reward was the videos. If he messed it up now, would Atsumu be too embarrassed to let himself get picked up by (Y/n) when he was drunk? Was he really willing to potentially give up future lovey-dovey drunk videos, and seeing Atsumu tell him he loved him for one night in his arms again?

He was. 

(Y/n) relaxed, a numb expression on his face. He was just about done. One last time of drunk Atsumu holding him for a whole night, then it was time to move on. Hell, maybe after tonight, and after explaining to a very-embarassed hungover Atsumu in the morning that “No, we did not have sex,” maybe, just maybe, he would finally delete the videos. The video’s of his ex who didn’t love him anymore, feeding him drunk lies of ‘I love you’ and ‘I miss you’, and finally moving on with his life. 

(Y/n) ran his fingers through his hair, and let out a tuckered-out sigh. Maybe after he stopped clinging to the past, he could be normal friends with Atsumu Miya again. 

(Y/n) looked at Atsumu with dry eyes. He let himself succumb to Atsumu’s warm chest, breathing in his scent for what could possibly be the last time. Atsumu purred happily, adjusting so he could wrap both arms around (Y/n), using one as a pillow for him and another to wrap around his body. (Y/n) hummed dryly.

Atsumu giggled. “...Love you...so much.”

(Y/n), for once out of all the time’s he’d always respond with ‘No, you don’t.’ or ‘You’re just drunk.’, said:

“I love you too.” 

“...hehe...he…” Atsumu kissed the crown of (Y/n’s) forehead, before nuzzling it with his nose. “I love you sososo much.”

(Y/n) was quick to respond, even though his throat began closing up and making it hard to speak. You could probably tell he was on the verge of tears. “Me too, ‘Tsumu. I love you most.”

“I love you so much…” Atsumu began, this time his voice way more clearer and sober than what he’d been speaking with this whole night. 

“...That i’d pretend m’drunk just to see you again.”

“...”

(Y/n) blinked, not quite processing his words. He shrunk inside Atsumu’s cage-like arms, before timidly meeting Atsumu’s eyes. They seemed much clearer, less hazy from ‘alcohol’, and they stared back at him with it’s usual ‘Atsumu’ look.

“...huh…?”

Atsumu patted (Y/n’s) head. “Yer so cute. I love you so much.”

“Wh-wait-” (Y/n) tried to wriggle his way out of Atsumu’s arms. “You-you’re not-”

“Nope. All I did at the bar tonight was watch Bokkun and Shoyo-kun drink so i’d smell like alcohol. Then I told—well, paid Omi-Omi to call you sayin’ I was drunk again, so I could see what stupid shit I did at your place when I was drunk.”

“Though,” Atsumu nodded at the discarded phone on the ground, next to (Y/n’s) makeshift swivel chair-bed. “I could've just asked to see that video of me. Or the rest of them, ‘coordin’ to Kozume-kun.”

(Y/n) sputtered, trying to find the words to speak, but finding himself too embarrassed to. He’d, finally, been caught red-handed. 

He sighed, casting his head down, before crawling out of his bed and taking the walk of shame to his phone. “...You caught me,’Tsu...Atsumu. Caught me real good, Atsumu.”

(Y/n) scrolled through his phone, searching for the album full of his drunk video’s of Atsumu. He clicked on it, then waved his phone around guiltily. He turned the phone around, peering down at it sheepishly. “Don’t worry, I’ll delete all of these...and I...I can drive you home if you want.”

“Nah. M’pretty comfy here.” Atsumu laid back down. “I’d be comfier if you were in my arms again, though.”

Atsumu made grabby arms towards (Y/n). (Y/n) blinked, searching Atsumu for any sort of satire. He found none, and nervously inched toward Atsumu until he was pulled back into his chest. The phone was, once again, forgotten on the floor. 

“Wheeeeeey, there we go~” Atsumu nestled down onto the bed, crooning (Y/n) in his arms and stroking his head. “Ain’t that comfy.”

He pressed a small kiss to (Y/n’s) forehead. “Love you. Goodnight~”

“...Wait, n-no you-”

Atsumu pressed another kiss onto (Y/n’s) face, promptly shutting him up. He tried speaking again, just to have another kiss placed onto his face. This cycle went on, (Y/n) trying to voice out his protests just to be hushed with kisses all over his face, until he reduced into a pile of hot tears, melting his face off raw. 

Atsumu kissed (Y/n’s) tears away. When more kept coming, Atsumu pulled back, stroking (Y/n’s) hair as gently as he could. Gentle was not a word to describe Miya Atsumu, but he sure as hell would try. 

“Stop cryin’...” Atsumu whispered, kissing another falling tear away. “I came here to win ya back, not make you cry…”

“I-I’m sorry-” (Y/n) sobbed out between hics. “I just- I missed you so-”

“I did too.” 

They sat there, small hics coming from (Y/n) as Atsumu quietly stroked his hair, and in all honesty, they would have laid there forever. But (Y/n) finally wriggled his way out Atsumu’s grasp, timpering his way to his phone. 

He picked it up, fiddling with it, before turning his phone screen around. Atsumu leaned closer. 

‘Sweet, Sweet, Lies called Drunk Miya Atsumu (watch when sad) - 0 videos’

“Deleted them all.” (Y/n) murmured. “Figured I wouldn’t need them anymore now that I got you here…”

Atsumu blinked before erupting into a wide smile. He sprang off the bed and attacked (Y/n) with a big, bear hug. “You bet yer ass you won’t!” 

He peppered kisses around (Y/n’s) face, and instead of crying, (Y/n) began to smile.

“Stop it-that tickles! ‘Tsumu-!” The red tear stains on (Y/n’s) face were barely noticeable under the flurry of kisses he was under. Atsumu grinned stupidly into (Y/n’s) skin.

“Ya know full well you don’t want me to.”

And he didn’t.

Atsumu pressed one final kiss to (Y/n’s) face, this time, and for the first time in a long time: on his lips.

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I’m really proud of this 👉👈 I’d like it if I could get a lil,,,reblog,,,with thoughts,,,or comments,,,aha ha ha,,,

Lil thing I found funny

#hq x y/n #hq x you #hq x male reader #hq sakusa #msby 4 #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu male reader #hq atsumu #atsumu x male reader #atsumu imagines #atsumu angst #atsumu miya x male reader #miya atsumu x male reader #miya atsumu

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Ok so uh,,, since I’m becoming more of a ‘velvet is fucking dead n is ghost’ believer, I’m gonna elaborate on it because my brain is a lump of shit :). Also, this is a long af post FYI!!!

Also, possible tw for descriptions of death and corpses !!!

-I will still hold onto the headcanon that Velvet is an Elytran till the day I die bc I like the design I gave him.

-An Elytran hc of mine is they’re often hunted down for their wings which can be used as either a trophy (Ex. the End City ships) or for flight. (The player using the elytra) Most younger or new gen players/non Elytrans started to turn to forging their own wings, ranging from synthetic to naturally occurring to mechanical materials as to prevent extinction of the whole ass Elytran race.

-The way Velvet died is that he n Ant were in the forest collecting materials for their house and were being stalked by two Elytran hunters. One of them had a crossbow and shot Velvet through his left eye. Velvet was still alive and rough back at them while the other one got a hold of Ant. Velvet got distracted by Ant and turned his back to save Ant, but the same hunter reloaded his crossbow and aimed for Velvet’s head again. Ant fought the two of them off and carried Velvet back to their cottage where he died in Ant’s arms.

-The next time he woke up was when he was in a stool in what seemed to be a waiting room, but it was an infinite room with seemingly infinite stools. And in each seat was a crow. Each of different size. He looked at himself and he was the same way as he died, wearing his usual brown hoodie with the white n red shawl and his beige striped pants. He reached behind him and felt the two sharp protruding bones on his wings, thankful that they were not clipped off. He also noticed that his ear muffs were missing when his winged ears twitched freely.

-He looked around the light purple room and noted his vision was blurry. When he remembered what happened to him. He bolted up in a panic, causing a disturbance among the crows. He calls out for Ant.

- He ran and glided down both ends of the corridor trying to find an exit or to at least find another being that is not a crow.

- He stoped when he sensed something coming up behind him, forcing him to stop and look around.

- He faced a tall female, dressed in black and gold, face obscured by a large black sun cap and deep purple veil. She loomed down at him, offering a hand, asking him to follow her.

- She took him out of the corridor into a dark room, with the walls constantly changing from dark shades of colors to a slow strobe of reds, walking by his side but slightly in-front of him.

- She asked him, simply, “Was it not your time just yet?”

- Velvet slows his pace, “… I assume so.”

- She took him to a large, cylindrical room with no roof, with a black tree in the center.

-“Would you like to spend some time in here with me? The crows would appreciate some other attention.”

-“Am I the only other… fleshy being here?”

- “Whenever my husband isn’t visiting from his realms, yes you are.”

- Velvet spends what feels like years in the sanctuary, tending to crows, all coming in and out, as well as talking to the women, which he gets to know as Kristin, the God of Death, who is very benevolent to the crows and to him.

-I still am a believer of Egg velvet but not in the same way as before. I still think the Egg is a parasitic hive mind that is in desperate need of a host before all of its vines are completely destroyed. Fast forward to current day dsmp. The Egg wanting to see who can be a perfect host on the server, can’t use Wilbur’s corpse bc he’s resurrected, can’t use Schlatt’s bc it’s been dismembered and composted, can’t use Mexican Dream’s bc it’s composted as well. The Egg is made aware about Velvet through Ant’s mind and took it upon itself to obtain the corpse.

-The Egg obtained it and brought it back, into the Egg in hopes to use it. I’m not gonna go into description because I’m not gonna, you can’t make me >:( But what I will say is that it replaced his his missing eye with a marigold flower that the Egg blooms.

-The Egg still needed one more thing. A weak conscience. It used the energy that was given to it from Foolish’s n Ant’s death to find Velvet.

- Back to the afterlife, Velvet and Kristin were talking a stroll, collecting rogue crows who escaped, when suddenly Velvet dropped to his knees in agony.

- Kristin knew what was going on and kneeled down to him, “It’s gonna be alright, your just being resurrected…”

-“How the fuck are you so calm about this?! I’m fucking dying again!” He yells in absolute pain.

- His vision went to TV static and cuts to a pure, saturated crimson. His senses came back to him and the first thing he felt was goop, and he couldn’t breath. He got the goop in his lungs and mustered what strength he had to break out of wherever he was being held captive.

-The second he broke out of the egg, he spat up the liquid in his lungs and looked up at the crimson, botanical room.

-The second he emerged, the communication devices that everyone uses on the dsmp updated themselves to play the message-

“RedVelvetCake has joined the game.”

#mcyt #dsmp #dream smp #velvetiscake #velvetisegg #mumza #mumza goddess of death #dsmp the egg #the egg #the crimson #dsmp theory

[yeochikin]

butterfly & puppy. | j. yunho

a/n: i had this idea for a while now and i’m glad that i finally have a full idea on how to do it aaa enjoy reading! and feedbacks are very much appreciated 🥺💖 also, tagging @closer-stars bcs she asked me to hehe

word count: 3.6k

main focus: yunho x fem. reader

warning(s): none really, just strangers to friends type of plot ehe.

lithe digits curled themselves into small fists upon having both arms being stretched out, y/n released a quiet noise underneath her breath at how the tight knots that had formed in her back slowly came to loosen themselves with the stretching after the long hours of sleep in her worn out mattress from the few years of usage. with a and rubbing her face, the young woman slowly got out of bed before letting her legs lead her to the window, pulling the curtains back. 

the action, however, managed to let the morning’s brightness fill itself into the small dim bedroom of hers. with how she had only just roused from her sleep, her eyes immediately shut tight out of instinct before they blinked a few times to adjust themselves to the day’s way of greeting her. despite how painfully bright it was, a fond smile made its way over her tiers as soon as her irises were finally able to focus on the scenery right in front of her.

the skies weren't gloomy by all means, yet y/n could still see how the sun was hiding itself behind the slow-passing clouds, reminding the young woman of some type of cotton candy being hung on the sky. the bright flowers from her little garden she had proudly created ever since last year somehow became a contrast to the skies above, varying from the colours of yellow, red, purple, and green. looking closely, she could tell that there was a brief shower from last night due to the fact how damp the leaves looked and how her pots seemed to darken with their shade of colour. 

breathing in a sigh out of content, y/n pulled herself away from her window to go on about her morning routine, already making a mental plan of making a trip to the marketplace, where people from different districts would come together during the weekends to sell their produce in the city. though, it would be best to leave her house as early as possible. 

she wouldn’t want to miss out on the best items being sold for being late due to the long minutes of waiting for the second train. 

giving herself one more glance in the mirror, y/n’s fingertips gingerly brushed some of the stray hairs away from her face before clipping them with a simple hairclip in the shape of butterfly wings, the corners of her lips turning up ever so little with how satisfied she looked in the mirror. with one final brush of her hands along the creases of her dress, a low hum vibrated against the back of her throat.

she’s all ready to head to the train station.

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upon arriving in the train station, her eyes widened ever so slightly at how there was quite a crowd. though, she should have expected it sooner knowing how the marketplace was very much known to attract visitors from all over the place, her area was no exception. glancing up at the sign, the bold red neon letters and numbers in the sign indicated that there was still a few more minutes to kill for the train to arrive. 

tugging her self-made knitted bag close to her side, the young woman decided to wait just near the sides where there were less crowds but close enough to give her access near the doors in case the train arrives soon. a clear lesson she had taught herself after the occasional times of standing quite a distance away from the automatic sliding doors of the train during the crowded times. 

while waiting, she noticed heavy footsteps making their way to where she was standing. as if on reflex, y/n turned her head to the side in wonder who it could be. much to her surprise, a tall young man, most likely around her age more or less, stood just a few steps away from her with both hands in the pockets of his trousers paired with a light blue flannel, a white t-shirt underneath it, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. she even noticed the slight waviness of his onyx strands, reminding her of the midnight sky she would see during one of her sleepless nights.

however, something had caught her eye. something was sticking on the back of his flannel, it wasn’t large though it certainly wasn’t that small to go unnoticed either. with her teeth digging against the inside of her cheek, y/n contemplated whether to tell him or leave it be, thinking that the male would notice it sooner or later as he went about his day. 

but of course, the urge to tear to pick the item away was bothering her mind, taking a deep breath as she  approached the tall stranger. 

giving his arm a couple of pokes to gain his attention, y/n couldn’t help but to feel her breath hitch at how undeniably attractive he is. however, admiring the stranger is not her biggest objective for now. timidly smiling up at the taller man, her index finger pointed out at the said item stuck on the back of his top. 

“excuse me, i couldn’t help but notice something stuck on your shirt.” she said, the timbres of her voice all soft. 

y/n noted how the male’s eyes blinked down at her widely before his hand came up to lightly feel around his back for the item, eyebrows furrowing once the tips of his fingers came in contact with the unknown object. finally able to take it off, the both of them looked down to see it was a sticker.

a sticker of.. a puppy?

it was when the taller male released a sheepish laugh that brought her attention back to his features, watching at how his free hand rubbed the back of his neck. she couldn’t help but to wonder if it was even possible for someone’s eyes to shine with a certain twinkle in them while smiling before their gazes met once again.

“ah, it must have been my little brother. he recently had a hobby of collecting stickers, i guess he somehow stuck one on me.” he explained, earning a quiet titter from the young woman, a hand over her lips as she did so. 

“and here i thought it was some type of fashion item.” she said in a playful manner.

once again, the two shared another round of brief chortles before the male pointed at the butterfly hairclip on her hair.

“believe me, it wouldn’t rival against your hairclip right there.” he said, playfully sending the young woman a wink, to which effectively made her cheeks grow warm from the compliment. 

“why thank you…?” she trailed off, head tilting to the side in question.

the onyx haired male seemed to catch the questioning tone in her voice, lips forming a small ‘o’ in realisation as he stretched out his hand towards her. though, before he could even tell her his name, the familiar rumbling noise echoed throughout the train station, both of their heads looking up at the source.

suddenly, a crowd came out of nowhere as soon as the doors of the train slid open, causing the two to separate so the others could pass. though disappointed that she didn’t get his name, y/n quickly made her way into the train, immediately looking around for a feat considering how she wouldn’t arrive after a few more stops to her destination. 

disappointed with how she noticed most of the seats were taken, the young woman decided to just stand, hoping that she’ll be able to sit during the stops at the stations ahead before the marketplace. though she couldn’t help but to wonder.

will the stranger stop at the same station as her? or will it be another fleeting conversation she would have with the number of strangers she had met? 

y/n concluded that the answer would be the latter. 

while she was too deep in her thoughts, the young woman failed to notice the beeping noise of the train, indicating that it will start its journey to the next station. it was when the sudden jerk of the train that had her emit a sharp gasp, losing her balance. her eyes quickly shut as she waited for the impact, yet it never came.

“careful there, butterfly.” a familiar voice reached her ears, making y/n’s head snap up. 

it could be the universe playing its tricks on you or the coincidence for the day is just too strong. 

“i have a name, puppy.” she retorted, causing both to chortle as she finally regained her balance, her hand quick to grab onto the pole near her for balance with how the train kept reaching the slight curves of the railways. 

“and i’m pretty sure the last time i checked, jeong yunho, was my name. not puppy.” the man, who she finally learned to be yunho, bit back with a gentle poke of his index finger against her arm. 

“well, jeong yunho, i’m y/n. l/n y/n.” 

from there, the both of them talked briefly as they waited for their stops. much to the female’s surprise, she learned that yunho is visiting the marketplace as well, claiming that he hasn’t been to one in a while due to having a tight schedule as of late, which y/n completely understood. 

y/n didn’t know what it was but she could feel a warm aura radiating off of the tall black haired male, it could be due to the fact that whenever he released a light laugh at a little joke they shared somehow made her feel safe at his side. she even took notice at how he tends to cover his lips with his hand whenever he laughed as they playfully bantered back and forth, finding it endearing. 

if she was being honest, she expected yunho to not spare another word to her because… well.. they were strangers. though, the young woman wasn’t complaining. she quite enjoyed his company, especially during their journey to the marketplace.

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“is it just me, or has the marketplace grown a lot bigger since i last visited?” y/n heard yunho say as the two stepped foot to the marketplace, the female’s eyes glinted with interest at the various items being sold from different vendors.

“oh it definitely grew.” she laughed, tugging her bag close to her as the both yunho and y/n started walking further into the market.

it was never a dull moment whenever she stepped foot to the marketplace. other than having a huge variety of food, drinks, plants, or even antique items being sold in the marketplace, the colours of the place will never fail to make her admire just how pretty it looked in its own way.

standing at a distance where she wouldn’t block anyone’s path, the young woman fished her phone out of her bag, immediately opening the camera app as she did so. her tongue poked the inside of her cheek as her eyebrows furrowed in concentration to make sure that the image of the potted plants that held a variety of colours were in the frame, the corners of her lips twitching up once she got the perfect angle. 

but before she could even press the shutter, a certain tall black haired male suddenly came into the frame with both of his hands up in the form of two ‘v’ signs, a large cheeky grin plastering itself over his handsome features at the sight of her dumbfounded expression. in return, her eyes squinted at the male as if glaring at him, to which yunho simply laughed before his own eyes widened at the sight of her charging towards him, and quickly side stepping as soon as the young woman neared him. giggling to himself, yunho immediately caught her in his arms so she wouldn’t crash into a random stranger. 

“careful there, butterfly. don’t want you to be the center of attention instead of this place, hm?” he said, a teasing tone was laced in his words, then letting her go afterwards. 

with a click of her tongue, y/n nudged his side before looking down at the picture, yunho peeking down at the picture as soon as she lifted her phone up ever so slightly so the male wouldn’t bend down as much to see the picture, only to burst out into a brief chortle.

“you’re lucky you look cute in here, puppy.” she laughed, motioning for the both of them to continue their little adventure in the marketplace. 

and with that, the two spent their time in the place admiring the different things on display, sometimes stopping by from vendor to vendor that offered free samples of food and drinks being promoted. yunho even decided to buy a few snacks that he thought his family might like, especially a couple of sweets for his little brother with how he has quite a sweet tooth, as yunho had mentioned it to you. 

while he was busy waiting for the vendor to pack his snacks, y/n had wandered to the little vendor where they sold handcrafted accessories that piqued her interest with how adorable each of them looked. the vendor, a middle aged lady with a kind beam plastered over her lips along with eyes that held so much kindness in them, greeted the younger woman. 

the young woman couldn’t help but to admire each and every accessory being displayed, ranging from rings, to necklaces, to earrings, and even bracelets! it seemed like they were all carefully handcrafted with how intricate the designs looked, making it seem like they held their own personality that the middled aged woman had made. 

“feel free to browse through, my dear. i hope one or two could catch your eye.” the older woman said, eyes crinkling as she grinned over at y/n. 

the female merely smiled back in return before focusing her gaze back to the accessories, complimenting the designs of the other’s craft, much to the middle aged woman’s delight. it was then, a certain accessory caught her eye, reaching out for the item to inspect it a little closer. 

it was a simple bracelet. the band around it was in the colour of a green that reminded her of the leaves from her little garden, and throughout the little crevices of the bracelet were little faux flowers that would make it seem flowers would circle the wearer’s wrist if they wore it. and to complete the look, a single butterfly charm with its wings painted in the shade of light blue decorated the middle of the bracelet. 

without a heartbeat, y/n immediately told the vendor that she had made her choice, the middle aged lady grinning in return as she took the chosen item in her wrinkled hands, that held many years of experience in crafting, to pack the little bracelet up. while doing so, y/n busied herself to pull out the appropriate amount of bills to pay. however, before she even had the chance to hand the money to the older woman, someone had beat her to it. 

“will this be enough?” yunho grinned as the vendor took the money to count.

at the gesture, y/n’s eyes widened as she gently hit yunho’s arm in return, immediately telling the vendor she will pay for it instead. yunho, seeing this, merely protested and pulled the other back.

“consider this as a gift for telling me about the sticker earlier.” yunho said, laughing at the way y/n’s eyes were glossed with guilt as her teeth sank down into the plush muscle of her lower lip, still insisting to pay for the bracelet. 

“i didn’t even get you anything.” she murmured, causing yunho to soften his features.

“you can treat me to…” he trailed off as he looked around the place, spotting a vendor that sold crepes.

“you can treat me to those crepes in return, so it’s all fair!” he pointed out, y/n following his gaze before giving him a faint nod of her head.

“crepes it is, puppy!” 

and with that, the two of them went to said vendor right after y/n had received her bracelet. along the way, she couldn’t help but to feel a tingle of giddiness at the gesture, feeling touched at the gesture by the taller one. 

seconds turned to minutes, and minutes turned to hours as the two explored the marketplace, yet the concept of time was long gone from their minds with how the two of them shared little facts of each other and even silly stories that the two couldn’t talk about during the train ride here, that the two of them almost missed the fact that most of the sellers had started packing their stuff for the day. 

and from there, the both of them decided to head back. 

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during the train ride home, yunho stared blankly out the window as the both of them were able to find seats this time. while he was admiring the scenery outside, he couldn’t help but to be reminded of the events that had occurred today. who knew that a puppy sticker that was stuck on the back of his flannel managed to create a new friendship between him and the other.

speaking of the young woman, she was awfully quiet during the train ride. tearing his gaze away from the window to the other, yunho couldn’t help but to release a quiet chortle at the sight next to him. 

y/n seemed to have fallen asleep next to him with how her head was tipped down, occasionally tipping back up as if a small part of her yelled at the young woman that she was about to fall off her seat. 

biting his lip, yunho quietly pulled her head so she was leaning against him, knowing how much her neck would feel sore in the aftermath of keeping it in that position if he didn’t pulled her in so she could rest against him. he held his breath as he watched the other shifted ever so slightly in her sleep, only then releasing a sigh out of relief once her features relaxed once again. a small gentle smile made its way over his lips as he was sure you were comfortable before looking back out the window.

it took a little while more until the speakers announced that the train was nearing their station, the announcement enough to make the sleeping girl rouse from her sleep. however, she didn’t expect to feel something soft press against her cheek. 

confused, her eyelids fluttered open sleepily before looking over to her side. it took her a few seconds for her brain to finally register that all this time, she was leaning against the black haired male, immediately sitting up properly. the sudden action was enough to make yunho switch his attention from the windows to the girl next to him, laughing lightly at her wide eyes yet somehow they still hinted some sleepiness in them. 

“slept well, i reckon?” he teased with a quirk of his brow. 

with a sheepish grin playing on her lips, y/n apologised, to which yunho waved off in a dismissive manner and telling her it was quite alright. it was when the train came to a stop that the two of them gathered their things and stood up, making their way out of the compartment along with other passengers.

once outside, yunho turned around to face the young woman, smiling down at her. “i guess this is goodbye?” 

she didn’t know why, but y/n could feel a slight twinge of disappointment with the idea of them separating. to be quite honest, she enjoyed spending the unexpected time with the taller man. yunho, who managed to mask his disappointment, felt the same way before his features brightened ever so little. 

y/n watched in confusion as yunho felt around his pockets, wondering if he had left anything behind in the train before they stepped off. but instead, yunho pulled out his phone and made quick work of unlocking it, before handing it to her.

there, an option to add a new contact was shown on the screen of his phone.

“i enjoyed having you as my company today, and it would be a shame if we stopped talking immediately.” yunho started, tilting his head to the side.

“if you want, can i have your number? i would like to get to know you better.” he added.

honestly, y/n had wondered if this day could get any more surprising than it already has been. grinning up at the male, y/n agreed and immediately typed in her number. her thumbs hovered over the keyboard of his phone for a brief second, lips pursing as if she was in thought, before typing something in, then handing the device back to the tall man. 

“i had fun today. and once again, thank you for the bracelet.” she said, eyes mimicking small crescents as she smiled up at yunho. 

“i guess, i’ll talk to you later?” she added, her hands now playing with the fabric of her dress, yunho nodding immediately in response.

“of course!”

with the two bidding farewell, yunho stayed behind for a few more seconds to watch the young woman’s retreating figure until she was finally gone from his line of sight. looking down at his phone, he couldn’t help but to emit a low chortle from the name she had decided to put in her contact. 

“i knew ‘butterfly’ suited you.” he said to no one in particular. 

putting his phone away, yunho decided that it was finally time to go home, the corners of his lips tilting up as he made his way home, mentally making a note to himself to send a certain owner of a butterfly hairclip a text message as soon as he reached home. 

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Caught

A/N:  Hello hello! Here’s some (more) fluff!! Who am I? But anyway, I wrote this from this sensory request and it was actually the first request I GOT ON THIS BLOG (!!!) so I'm so sorry that it’s coming so late!! But I’ll always remember this request bc it was the first🥺 

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PROMPT: Licking your fingers while eating Cheetos

Chat Chat Chat | MASTERLIST

Warnings: One (1) swear word & a bit of a heated make out session😶

Word Count: 3.9K

Being a twenty-year-old and playing sold out shows in stadiums around the world was abnormal.  But what was more abnormal was that the twenty-year-old who spent most of his time on a tour bus than in his own apartment was your boyfriend.  Not many people could say that their boyfriend was in Amsterdam one day and then Paris the next.  

Shawn had spent spring in Europe on a tourbus and hotel rooms, and his summer wasn’t much different, except for the fact that he was on his North American leg of the tour.  He had convinced you to come traveling across America; it was more in your budget and convenient with your university schedule.

Every now and then, Shawn would have some down time, but it wasn’t very often.  He kept apologizing whenever he was pulled away and promised to spend time with you more.  But you didn’t mind.  Shawn had given you a front seat to his career and everything it entails.  And it was fascinating.  You would be in one city and everyone would already be advancing for a show that was two weeks away.  The precision and detail of obscure jobs that some crew had gone over your head in the past, but seeing all the mechanics of everything that goes on for the show to happen…it made you appreciate Shawn’s performances even more.

You had gotten fairly close with Shawn’s head of tour merchandiser, Dane, and often found yourself helping him set up the merchandise stands when Shawn was off at a meet and greet, sound check, or wherever Andrew had pulled him away to.  

“Are you playing in the little soccer match they have going on later today?” You asked Dane as you carried over a large brown cardboard box. 

He held up a finger to you as he finished up his count in of tour posters and typed it on a tour merchandise app on his phone, “Yeah, you?”

You shook your head as you used a key to tear through the sealed box.  Once the tape that held the box together was ripped, you opened the four flaps and saw that you were counting in some sweatshirts.  Silently, you counted ten sweatshirts, put them in a pile on the side with a sticky note on top with a number ten circled and then counted out another ten sweatshirts. 

“I’ve never been good with hand eye coordination,” you didn’t look up at him as you continued to count ten sweatshirts, “I’ve always been better at cheering people on from the sides.”

“Oh, I’ve noticed.”

You had just finished circling a ten on a neon green sticky note as you capped the sharpie and looked at Dane, “You’ve noticed?”

Dane nodded with a smile on his face as he hung up a piece of paper with a blown up image of a keychain; he stuck a large sticker with the price of the keychain on the corner of the paper.  He hung it up on the black tapestry so that way fans would be able to see it before they got up to the front of the merchandise line.

“You’re always there for Shawn when he walks on and off stage.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen you go to the bathroom when he’s performing.”

You blushed as you finished counting the last of the sweatshirts in the box you carried in, “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“He loves it,” Dane took a t-shirt and clipped the sleeves of it to the top of the tapestry, “The week before you came he literally wouldn’t shut up––Y/n’s coming next week, did you know?  I just love her so much!  I miss her so much!”

You bunched up a t-shirt and threw it at Dane as he miserably failed at impersonating Shawn’s voice, “He didn’t say that.”

“Ask him yourself.”

“Oh, I––“

“Ask who yourself?”

You spun your head around and came face to face with your boyfriend.  You smiled at him and threw another balled up shirt at Dane.

“Hey!  That’s merchandise we’re selling tonight!”

You waved Dane off and rested your hands on your hips, “Before I came on tour were you non-stop going around telling people I was coming and saying how much you love me and saying how much you missed me?”

Shawn still had a slight smile on his face as he gazed at you.  His facial expression hadn’t changed since he walked up behind you, so you thought you had proved Dane wrong, but that wasn’t the case when Shawn spoke up.

He shrugged his shoulders, “Yeah, why?” He spoke as if it that information was public knowledge.

Before you had the chance to say anything, you felt a soft material collide with the back of your head.  Your head slightly jerked forward from the contact of the t-shirt that was just thrown at you.  You quickly picked the shirt off the dusty ground and glared at Dane, “This is merchandise that you’re selling tonight.”

Dane barked out a laugh as he finished setting up the merchandise display.  He stood back and admired his work for a few seconds before informing Shawn he was going to check on the other stands and make sure everyone else on the merchandise team had completed their count in.  They did some sort of bro handshake, before telling one another that they’d see each other shortly for the soccer game.

Shawn walked up to your side and threw an arm over your shoulder.  You leaned your head back on his shoulder and looked up at him, “Excited for the match?”

“Yeah, just wish you were playing.”  

Your eyes closed as Shawn lightly traced circles on your upper arm with the tips of his fingers.  Shivers ran down your spine as you closed your eyes, “You’ve seen me play.”

Shawn let out a laugh as he started walking, guiding you around the main floor of the arena, “Even though it is probably a good idea that you’re not playing, it still would’ve been fun to be on the same team.”

You let out a snort as you snaked a hand around his back to pinch his hip.  Shawn lightly jerked away from you before he tickled your shoulder in retaliation, “I’d make sure we’d be on separate teams.”

“Is that so?”

You hummed in response and let the conversation die down.  Whenever a crew member passed, you offered a smile and Shawn greeted them by name.  Seeing the dynamic he had with his crew was heartwarming because you had read of horror stories of main acts being absolute divas to their crew members.

Shawn led you backstage as the two of you wandered into his dressing room.  You sat on the couch as he went over to a little duffle bag he packed just for the soccer game.  Carefully, you watched him as he bent over, staring at how his shoulder blades could be seen through his white t-shirt as he rummaged through the bag.  

Swiftly, he tore his white shirt off and you were graced with a second of seeing your boyfriend’s muscles.  The sight didn’t last long because Shawn threw his t-shirt at your face.  You scrunched your nose up at the slightly sweaty smell mixed in with his signature scent. 

“Hey!”

It only took you a second to throw the shirt off your face, but it was a second too long because Shawn was already in a vintage t-shirt and sliding on a pair of athletic shorts up past his thighs.

“That’s not fair,” you whined.

Shawn threw his head back in laughter as he picked up his sneakers.  He walked over to where you sat on the couch, picked up your legs without any hesitation, and as he sat down on the couch, he rested your calves on his thighs.

He hunched over your legs as you watched him slide his sneakers on and tie them up. The position couldn’t have been comfortable, but he managed to get his sneakers on without complaining for you to move your legs.  And you weren’t complaining about the physical contact your legs had with his thighs.

Once he was done tying his shoes, he sat up and stretched his back, a few pops emitted from his body and you flinched, not liking the sounds of bones cracking together.

Shawn rested his hands on your knees as he leaned his head on top of the couch cushion, eyes closed he said, “I don’t wanna play.”

A small chuckle left your lips, “That’s a lie.”

He turned his head slightly towards you and opened one eye, “Yeah, I do wanna play,” he let out a sigh, “but sitting here with you is so nice.”

A loud laugh escaped your lips as you looked over at him, both of his eyes now opened and intently staring at you with adoration.

“We’re literally doing nothing.”

“As long as I’m with you,” he lifted his shoulders up in a shrug, “I don’t care what we’re doing.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face.  Truth is, you loved doing nothing with him.  You savored the days when all Shawn wanted to do was spend all day tangled in your bedsheets.  You adored the days when you would sit on your couch reading a book––in a similar position to how you were sitting now––and Shawn would be hunched over scribbling lyrics down in a journal, using your legs as a writing surface.

You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Too sweet.”

“Uh huh,” Shawn grumbled as he pointed to his lips with his index finger, “I want a real kiss.”

You pretended to think about it for a moment before swinging a leg over his lap, adjusting your knees on either side as you straddled him.  Shawn’s hands instantly moved with your body as they landed on your waist.  Unlike your hands that were pressed flat on his chest, Shawn’s hands slowly rubbed your lower back and come back around to your waist.

The only thing more heavenly than his touch was the feeling of his kiss.

Shawn craned his neck up to reach your teasing smile and captured your lips in a sweet kiss.  Your smile was slow to disappear; being in Shawn’s presence was a reason for you to  smile in itself, but once he pinched your hips silently telling you to focus on kissing him, you thought that was a good enough reason to stop smiling.

Your hands trailed up Shawn’s chest until they rounded his neck.  He hummed as he pulled you closer to his chest and your fingers began to play with the small curls on the nape of his neck.  He tilted his head to deepen the kiss at the same time his hands tightly balled up the bottom of your shirt.  He lifted your shirt at a painstakingly slow pace to the point where you wanted to rip it off yourself.

Shawn had the shirt bunched up right under your bra.  Breaking the kiss, you leaned back, untangled your arms from around his neck and raised them over your head to aid Shawn in taking your shirt off.  Once the shirt was off, he carelessly threw it somewhere behind you, and without any hesitation, Shawn reattached his lips to yours as you felt a magnetic pull bring you closer to him.

His calloused fingertips were hot on your bare skin as they danced around.  

Just as you lowered your body to grind against his, a loud single knock, followed by a Shawn, caused both of your heads to snap toward the door.  Shawn practically threw you off him as he looked for your shirt––for anything––to cover up your exposed chest.  

You were leaning back against the arm rest of the couch, trying to calm down your erratic breathing, as you watched Shawn’s eyes widened as the door handle rattled.  It looked as if Shawn threw every ounce of common sense out the window as he threw a pillow that hit you in the face.

You clutched the pillow in your hands as you briefly looked down at it, and then back to Shawn, realizing what he wanted you to do with it, “I’m not––“

“Use it, Y/n––“

“Shawn!”

Your harsh whispers were cut off when Dane walked carelessly into the room.  The pillow was still limp in your hands; in shock that Dane came into the room with little announcement.  Shawn took notice of your chest still out for Dane to see––if he hadn’t seen it already––and with panicked eyes, he flung himself from the other end of the couch to lay on top of you.

You let out an oof as you felt Shawn’s full body weight collapsed on you; the pillow nestled between your stomachs.  You had never complained about Shawn being on top of you, but with this position, the arm of the couch was digging into your back and you and causing you to cramp up.  

“Shawn,” Dane said his name again as he continued to walk further into the dressing room, “Are you gonna come and warm up? The game starts in–––Oh.”

You tried to peak over Shawn’s shoulder to gauge Dane’s facial expression, but with the way Shawn was pressed up against you, you couldn’t see him.  But from the suggestive tone of his voice, you knew that teasing would be soon to follow.

“Am I interrupting something?”

You squeaked out a not at all as Shawn let out a frustrated of fucking course.

You smacked Shawn’s back with his hand at his crude response.

Dane let out a bellowing laugh, “How ya feeling down there, y/n?”  You heard his footsteps come closer and your hands clutched the fabric of Shawn’s shirt out of nervousness, “This is pure gold.  Andrew has said that he’s never caught you two in the middle of doing something––I, of course, called total bull on that––and I’m so happy to have caught you two.”

“Dane,” You said as you drug out the vowels in his name.

His laughter rumbled through the room.  Even though Dane was the person you were closest to on Shawn’s crew, it was still embarrassing to have been caught in a compromising position with your boyfriend.  It felt like you were fifteen.

“I’ll be out in ten,” Shawn answered.

Dane’s laughter died down as you heard his footsteps carry themselves back over towards the door, “I’ll put a timer on, Oh, and Y/n––“ you could hear the smirk on his lips, “––I hope to see you on the sidelines, preferably with a shirt on.”

You dug your head into the crook of Shawn’s neck as you felt all of the blood rush to your face.  Your hands were still tightly hanging onto the back of Shawn’s shirt for the next few minutes as he stayed in his position on top of you.

“At least it was Dane?”

At his weak attempt of lightening up the mood, you pushed him off and sat up on the couch, “At least?! He saw me without a shirt!”

“I covered you up!”

You shot a glare toward his direction as you got up from the couch and searched for your shirt.  It was crumpled up in a ball on the coffee table.  You let out a deep sigh, of course your shirt was thrown somewhere that was obvious.  Lifting the shirt up by the sleeves, you frowned as you examined all of the wrinkles.

“Here,” Shawn was already walking over to his duffle bag, “You can wear my shirt––“

“I’m––No,” you answered him as you tugged on your shirt, “I’d rather wear a wrinkled shirt than have Dane point out that I’m in one of your shirts.”

“But––“

“Let’s go,” you were a few steps away from the door as you held your hand out for him to take, “I want to pick a snack from the vending machine before the game.”

Shawn let out a sigh and grumbled something about how he loved seeing you in his shirts, but he still took ahold of your hand. The two of you walked out the dressing room as you pressed a kiss to his cheek.  A small smile overtook his face.

The two of you walked toward the backstage part of the arena where the vending machines were held.  You brought up a finger to your chin, debating on what snack to pick, as the vending machine lights illuminated your face.  Once you decided what snack you wanted, you pressed a knuckle to the letter L and then to the number 3.

You watched with excitement as the circular black rings slowly pushed your snack forward.  And then as it was finally tipping over the edge, you smiled as the bag fell with a soft fmmp as it reached the bottom of the machine.  You let go of Shawn’s hand to retrieve your snack from under the plastic black flap.

“Cheetos?” Shawn questioned just as you stood up and opened up the bag with a loud crinkle, “If I’d known you’d want Cheetos, I could’ve like added it to my rider and it would’ve been in the dressing room for you.”

You shrugged your shoulders as you held out the bag, offering your Cheetos to Shawn.  He dug his hand into the bag and took one out.  He popped it into his mouth with a loud crunch as he closed his eyes, “God, it’s been forever since I’ve had these.”

Shawn led you out of the vending machine room as you continued to share your Cheetos with him, “I remember having them as a snack after soccer games,” you shared, “You know how parents would sign up to bring snacks after games? I feel like every parent would buy that big value size pack of like twenty-four different chips, and I––“ you licked your fingers that were covered in Cheeto dust, “––Always picked Cheetos.”

Shawn tilted his head back in laughter as he pushed open a back exit door and held it open for you to walk through, “I was always more of a Fritos guy.”

You scrunched your nose up, “Fritos?”

“They’re good!” Shawn defended himself as the people from the tour crew, who were playing in the soccer match, came into view, “Don’t knock ‘em ’til you try ‘em.”

You scoffed, “There are literally dozens of other chips you could chose from,” you stopped walking when you and Shawn came up to the sideline his ‘team’ was on, “Doritos, Lays, Chex Mix––“

“Hey, Y/n!” Your eyes widened as you heard Dane yell out your name.  His feet hit the pavement hard as he ran over, “Glad you could make it––fully clothed.”  While he was talking in a calm soft voice, not raising it to cause suspicion, it still made Andrew’s head perk up.

“You caught them?” Andrew looked up from tying his shoes at Dane.

You blushed as Shawn’s manager looked between the two of you and then back at Dane as you tried to defend yourself, “He didn’t really see anything––“

“See any of what?” Brian had jogged over and started to stretch, lunging on his left leg as he reached down to touch the toes on his right foot.

“It was nothing––“

“Just Shawn and Y/n going at it in the dressing room,” Dane shrugged as he gave you a wink, “Boyfriend, girlfriend stuff.”

Andrew’s shoulders slumped as he reached over to his bag and pulled out a ten dollar bill and handed it to Dane, “I’m his day-to-day,” Andrew grumbled, “Can’t believe it was the merchandise manager who caught you two first.”

You stood there dumfounded, hand frozen in your bag of Cheetos.  You and Shawn kept your relationship as private as possible––private from the media, your social medias, and made sure to keep your PDA to a minimum when you visited him on tour.  So it was a bit comical to see how intrigued Andrew and Dane were in catching the two of you.

Brian straightened up from his stretching and held a fist out toward Shawn, “Sweet, man––Just like Denver last tour?”

Your bag of Cheetos dropped to the ground, the little you had left of your snack spilled, covering the pavement with an artificial orange color.  You felt the heat of your oncoming blush rise up to your cheeks.  With Brian being Shawn’s best friend, you had an inclination that he knew some––if not most––of your sexual relationship with Shawn.  Which you were fine with because you told your best friend almost everything.

But it was always a topic you never discussed between the two of you.  It was mutually understood that while you talked to your best friend’s about each other, you would never talk about it directly to each other.  Shawn talked to Brian about you; You talked to your best friend about Shawn.  But never would your best friend bring it up in front of Shawn.  And never––did you think––Brian would bring it up in front of you.

The same thought seemed to be stirring within Shawn’s head as his eyes widened for a second.  He was only shocked for a split second more before he let out a chuckle and returned the fist bump to Brian and chose to ignore his comment about what happened Denver, “Thanks, man.” 

“Thanks man?!” You turned to face Shawn who had an amused smirk on his face.  

You weren’t mad at the display of masculinity in front of you, in fact, you saw the humor in it, but it was still embarrassing having your boyfriend be congratulated in front of you for hooking up.

The sound of a high pitch whistle echoed off the pavement.  With the sound of the start whistle, and players heading toward the makeshift field, it took away any chance you had of laying into Shawn more.  

Brian ran away laughing, escaping the choice words you had for him, which just left you with Shawn.  You crossed your arms over your chest stubbornly and tore your head away from Shawn as he lifted a finger under your chin to try and get you to look at him.

“Good luck kiss?”

With a playful sigh, you leaned up on your tip toes to press a peck to Shawn’s smile.  His eyes were still closed when you pulled away and his smile grew wider, “You love me.”

“Unfortunately,” you said as you couldn’t fight Shawn’s contagious smile, “I love you a lot.”

Shawn let out a laugh as a few people hollered at him to come over, “How unfortunate for me,” he pressed another quick kiss to your lips before he started to walk backwards toward the game that had started without him, “Are you free tonight?”

You leaned your weight on your left leg as you tapped a finger on your cheek, “Hm…I’m watching my boyfriend sing at a little show,” Shawn stopped walking backwards, his full attention on you, and showed all his teeth in a grin, “But I’m free after.”

“It’s a date,” Shawn said before he spun around and ran toward the soccer ball.

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* even if we go with the defence that ‘showing a gay bashing is important! bc it’s realistic!’, there was no need to end the clip/episode the way they did, with them lying semi unconscious on the ground. and then NOTHING for 12 hours. you wanna show how bad homophobia can get, so bad that it can turn violent? cool, don’t show it in detail and at such a length. show them interacting, holding each other and making their way home together. show a late night text b/w them asking each other if they got home ok. the fact that they just left them there and didn’t show anything for 12 hours?? ----> drama, angst, shock value

* why weren’t they together this morning??? they were planning to go back to robbe’s, the TRAUMATIZING attack happened, and they were like....yeah you know what, instead of comforting each other and healing together, let’s just go our separate ways in the dark all alone, spend the night alone with our aches and our happy thoughts, makes sense!

* how did they not need to go to the hospital??? you show them getting the beating of a lifetime, leave them lying on the ground semi unconscious, but they manage to come out of it with only a few cuts and bruises?? realistic.

* they went through a violent traumatizing homophobic attack, and less than 24 hours they go out to party, as if nothing ever happened? again, love the realism.

* sander tells robbe he loves him and that they have each other. 9 hours later he’s kissing britt.... ????????? not only does that make NO SENSE, this is also incredibly BAD WRITING. you can’t have a violent GAY BASHING one day, and have the typical high school drama less than 24 hours later! you can’t have angst on angst on angst w/o letting your characters and the story itself BREATH! gay bashing is SERIOUS BUSINESS, if you decided to go down that road, the least you could do is let your characters - who are supposed to be in love and the greatest love story ever told - HEAL TOGETHER. GO THROUGH IT TOGETHER. BE THERE FOR EACH OTHER. you don’t LITERALLY kick someone (robbe) when they’re down, just to immediately kick him again???? that’s fucked up, man. and yeah, i’m suuuuure sander will have a good explanation and everything will make sense later on and we can brush it off and forget it ever happened, but 1. you don’t do this storyline immediately after beating up your characters wtf 2. it doesn’t matter if it’ll make sense later, bc it doesn’t make sense NOW. clearly something happened b/w then (when they talked and sander said ilu) and now (kissing britt at the party), but WE HAVEN’T BEEN SHOWN ANY OF IT. it’s NOT THE SAME as og bc in og we SAW what happened to drive even away from isak, we saw isak make that comment - some people might not have realized that was the trigger (others did tho!!!), but it was THERE and it was obvious AFTERWARDS. here??? you can keep watching and rewatching, but NOTHING we’ve seen with our own two eyes could’ve possibly triggered this behavior in sander, bc robbe didn’t say or do anything wrong! i’ve seen theories that maybe britt said something to him, maybe he’s doing this to protect robbe from getting hurt again (which is bs bc unlike isak who can find someone who’s not mentally ill, robbe can’t find someone who’s not a guy bc, well, he’s gay?? then what are you protecting him from exactly??) - it’s all possible, but the point remains that we’ve been shown none of it, we’re COMPLETELY in the dark, and this is just another PLOT TWIST for SHOCK VALUE. not to mention!!! that at least og had even text isak that he needed a break. wtfock went from an ‘I LOVE YOU’ to NOT A WORD, not even a little heads up, to robbe. and if that’s not bad enough, THE IG POSTS. even if robbe hadn’t gone to the party and seen them kiss, he would’ve seen and found out about it from the ig posts. spare some break up text first at least??? this was a season long, well planned and well executed storyline in og. in wtfock there is no cohesive narrative, no coherent stroytelling. it’s just one random angsty clip after the other, with viewers being asked to fill in the blanks themselves based on what they know from og, or their own creative minds. there is no subtle slow build up to things, it’s just a trashy cw teen drama. (which can be enjoyable! but they’re light years away from being skam). *eta: also!!! THE CONTEXT in which these happened! the fact that sander does THIS to robbe after a VIOLENT HOMOPHOBIC ATTACK makes him look so much shittier than even ever did.....

* the end of that clip.....thought we’d save the suicide allusions (won’t be surprised if it’s an actual attempt) for sander in ep 8/9, but always trust wtfock to be the little overachiever it is and already do it with robbe in ep 6!

* is noor still considered to be the nicest and best emma, or.....?

* it’s funny bc this morning i was legit surprised they not only showed sander, but also showed him and robbe be cute together. it was very optimistic, when based on the past i totally expected one of them to pull away from the other immediately. i was like, damn! finally wtfock got something right! they’re actually gonna let them deal with this aftermath *together*, at least for the next couple of days (bc y’know, asking for more than 2 days of happiness in wtfock’s economy is unrealistic). silly me for even expecting those 2 days....if there’s anything consistent with wtfock, it’s that it’s ALWAYS gonna be ANGST ANGST ANGST, with maybe a day of some wholesomeness once a week. there is no balance. there is no pacing. there is no subtlety. and if you think THIS is rock bottom?? just remember 1. this is wtfock 2. there are FIVE episodes left.

* eta: the boy squad are still gross and bad friends. we love consistency!

#wtfock #i just had a lot to say and was lazy trying to find a post that includes eeeeeverything i'm thinking #this is such shit writing guys just acknowledge it already #this isn't important or revolutionary or necessary! #s3 is supposed to be a good comforting experience - this is the complete opposite #if you're constantly in pain bc of this - pls do yourself a favor and STOP #or at least wait till the season is over and you can binge the whole thing #watching this live isn't worth how upset it's making you or even ruining your mental health over for #go rewatch the og or the other remakes instead <3 #long post #mine

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I want (need) you to expand (tell me everything) about that post about It and the 2016 Creepy Clown Crisis. (Really, if you have anything else to say about it I want to hear it)

Yes, take my hand and join me in what will probably be an incoherent ramble about something that is most likely not true, my love.

OKAY, SO:

I’m sure we all remember those #iconic Creepy Clowns™, but as a refresher- Creepy Clown sightings are actually something that have been like, an urban legend phenomenon for Y E A R S. Like, a very long time. I used to do a lot of reading on the subject seeing as I was that kid™, but now you just get a million and one results from 2016 and I’ve had too much wine to wanna bother fighting through that. But anyway, this has always been a thing. Just, like, sometimes you’d see a creepy clown in the dead of night, but the clown doesn’t fucking do anything and you move on with your life. I actually saw one in like, 4th or 5th grade? Didn’t die, it wasn’t a huge deal. But anyway, in 2016 things just SPIRALED THE FUCK OUT OF CONTROL. Personally, I maintain what happened was that your average urban legend phenomenon was happening but since social media is so prevalent now a lot of creeps got inspired and the whole thing got blown up because of that…but that’s not the theory we’re focusing on in this post, so whatever. 

Now, as I’m sure you’ll also remember, there were HUNDREDS of conspiracy theories swirling around the whole clown crisis- everything from demonic possession, to a ‘clown purge’, to people thinking Hillary Clinton had hired the clowns to freak out America even more so she could get fear votes. I’m not shitting you, those were all things I heard daily. But another, tamer, theory was: this was all a mass promotional stunt for the IT reboot. 

The IT reboot was highly anticipated and very debated- fans of the work were well aware that they had been trying to get this movie made for years but kept running into issues. When they finally started filming, they shot from June to September in 2016. The clown sightings ran from August to October 2016. This theory made sense- it’s not hard to believe that a studio would pull something like that, thinking it’d be a fun publicity stunt but then not really wanting to take credit once it got out of hand. That’s literally happened before, like the Montauk Monster and that Dear Charlie ghost thing.  Anyway, a lot of people thought this couldn’t possibly be a coincidence- like, I’ve even seen the actors asked about it in interviews (like they’re on the marketing team??), but none of them had much to comment. This will be the theory we focus on…just with a bit of a twist. 

Now, if your reading this and you’ve only seen part one of the 2017 movie and don’t know much about the book or miniseries 1) you’re a valid fan, I love you bitch, and 2) I’m sorry, but spoilers are coming immediately and every time I try to put one of those ‘read more’ cut offs my screen glitches and I loose all my writing bc someone out there is against me. So read at your own risk. 

Okay, as part of the ‘adult’ storyline, they go back into It’s lair in Derry and find out that It has laid eggs and set to work destroying them. There’s a whole fuck lot going on with this plotline, like Eddie and the Turtle™ are dead and Bev’s barely doing shit and Ben’s smashing babies while Bill’s trying to get inside the monster and Richie mourns his bf, it’s all a Mess okay, but the point is: eggs. 

Now, the notion that not all of the spawn were destroyed is actually…not new at all and somewhat debatably relevant in some of King’s other novels, but stick with me here. As far as the Losers know, they killed everything. The scars on their hands go away. It’s all very symbolic and they forget everything, whatever. 

But.

The 2017 reboot wasn’t exactly…that close to the book. Like, they kept enough in there, and they had a bunch of really small things that were Fun Little Call Backs For Book Fans (all the turtle stuff, Bev throwing that rock in slow motion with awesome precision, Pennywise taunting Richie with that decaying doll, stuff like that, you know?). But so it’s not completely out of left field to assume that Chapter Two would be very different as well? It’s not crazy to assume that the movie would end with like, a dramatic ass lingering shot of a few hatching eggs…Or even, say, a subplot that sounds like ‘the eggs hatched around the same time It woke back up out of hibernation and now there’s crazy attacks all over the place instead of Derry, but maybe if we kill the Main Beast that’ll kill them all’ (like a hive mind. you know what I mean.).

It’s not crazy to assume that. My wine glass and Shitty Writer Imagination That Never Lets Me Rest And Makes Me Over Analyze Works Of Fiction have 100% assured me of that. 

So, remember that theory that the clown sightings were just a fun promotional stunt that got out of hand…? What if- it was a promotional stunt, and setting the scene for the sequel (that still got out of hand bc humans are garbage people actually got hurt)

I don’t think anybody getting hurt was ever in the intention, but making headlines because Creepy Clowns are lurking outside schools, in cemeteries, seen trying to lure people into the woods, going out of their way to scare people and be seen as threats even if they don’t actually do anything wrong?? I can absolutely buy that as a promotion stunt…and I can absolutely see, oh, I don’t know, maybe the movie including some recycled Actual News Clips covering the events, taking advantage of all the crazy videos people posted online, stuff like that. Like, in the book and miniseries and 2017 part one, no one outside of Derry knows shit about what’s going on…but you can’t really justify something like that flying under the radar in the age of social media. You can’t. Kids would start turning up dead left and right and you’d sign onto tumblr and see a fucking ‘since the media doesn’t care enough and no one’s talking about this, let me tell you what’s going on in my town’ type post. You’d absolutely hear about it. There’d be twitter campaigns and all types of shit, there’s just no way around it. That Creepy Clown Crisis went viral for a reason. 

But Molly, you say, It didn’t always appear just as a clown! People weren’t harassed by anything other than the clowns in 2016! 

Well, my love, let me point something out to you- It is millions of years old. It’s got shapeshifting and fear manipulation down pat. Could you possibly hold new born babies to that standard? No. Do we know for a fact that It literally prays on children and likes to take the form of Pennywise the Dancing Clown simply because it’s easier? Yes. 

People weren’t that afraid of the clowns when the sightings first started. But then more and more kept popping up, and do you know what we had on our hands? Mass hysteria. Mass hysteria sounds like a perfect way for a bunch of inexperienced little hive mind monsters to get the hang of the hunting with fear thing. 

Not to mention Georgie died in September/October…which means It probably usually wakes up out of hibernation around then…I’m just s a y i n g. And the sightings mysteriously stopped around November…a good timeline for the Loser’s to have killed It and thus stopped the clown crisis…I’m just s a y i n g.

Like, can I definitely prove that the studio was behind that mess as a means to set the stage for the sequel while getting some fun promotion out of it? No, I can’t, and honestly I doubt it’s true, this was just a fun thought that came to me lol. But honestly…it’s so easy to see how well a type of plotline like that would work with the film, so at the very least, if they don’t take advantage of the Clown Crisis…I will severely Judge Them, because like, it’s all right there. It’s writing itself. Damn. 

The end, until, 2019, I guess. 

#Stephen king's it #it 2017 #IT (2017) #pennywise #clowns #asks #molly mumbles #lmao