#Brin Madly

[chvnnie]

here. take this dad chan.

week seven

Something feels…off.

The bathroom is oddly dim. A light flickers above the mirror, dull enough that it doesn’t bother you but definitely noticeable. Your legs are bouncing, belt buckle blending in with the cheers of the crowd. Five minutes until they go out. Ninety seconds until you know.

Is this something that can wait until the end of the show?

Tucking the evidence in your jacket pocket, you exit the bathroom. Into the nearly empty waiting room — only your husband and Changbin left behind. He’s fixing his friend’s ear piece, Chan’s head tilted to the left to give him better access.

“Hey!” He says with a smile when he sees you, reaching out. His hands are a little shaky; they always are when they’re about to preform. The gold wedding band catches the light, sparkling under it.

It reassures you. This is what is supposed to happen right? First comes love, then comes marriage.

Some would say step three is way overdue.

You grab his hands, moving into his body to give him the hug he desires. Chan’s arms are firm around your body, peppering kisses along the side of your face—

“Stop moving.”

Chan smiles sheepishly. “Sorry, Bin.” He moves his head back into position. “How are you feeling, love? You still look a little pale.”

Now would be a good time to tell him. Your gut is screaming to do it now, to get it over with before the word vomit comes out like every other meal you’ve had lately. Do it. Do it before he walks away, tell him now—

“There we go.” The younger man claps your husband’s shoulders, giving him a light shake before stepping away. “All ready?”

“Yeah, give me a second.” His hands fall to your waist, pulling you in for a proper hug now that he’s not Changbin’s doll. You melt into his touch, the jewels from his outfit rubbing against your skin. It feels nice.

You almost feel guilty, the weight of everything about to crush you.

“Hey.” Chan says softly, grabbing your chin and tilting your head back. His expression is so soft, so gentle. The man you’re madly in love with looking at you with beautiful stars. The trust unending in his dark eyes. “Talk to me. What’s up?”

Now. Now tell him now. Tell him before he’s busy for three hours, unreachable as you stew in your new reality. Now. Tell him now—

“Nothing.” You say with a smile, leaning up to kiss him quickly. “I’m okay.”

If he doesn’t believe you, you can’t really tell. The adrenaline of the show running through him already, his mind in a million different places.

“Come help me change at the ment?”

This really isn’t something that can wait.

“Yeah, of course.”

But for now, it will have to be.

week ten

In. Out. In. Out.

God, pregnancy cramps are worse than period cramps. Somehow.

You’re curled in the bed, knees pushed up and a hand cradling your stomach. There’s no bump yet, no outward signs yet. Just a bunch of weird pains and feelings that you don’t fully understand. It’s normal, you’re told by your doctor. You’ll get used to it.

That doesn’t make it that fun, though.

Chan said he would be home by now. There’s a comeback on the horizon, so it’s no surprise he was in the studio late tonight. But he promised you when he left that he would be home before you went to bed.

You’ve been a little extra needy lately. Who would have figured?

It’s hard to be upset with him. It’s not like he knows yet — when have you had the time to tell him? Between tours and a comeback and all the other million things he does daily, you haven’t had the chance to bring it up. Besides, it’s not like you’ve told anyone other than your doctor yet. So it’s not like you’re hiding anything from him.

Right?

Your phone buzzes near your head, a photo from your honeymoon lighting up the screen. Chan looked so sweet that day; his skin sun-kissed, curls laced with seawater, making them even more prominent. It’s your favorite picture ever of him. You’ve never seen him happier.

“Hey.” You say groggily into the phone. You tap the speaker button, not bothering to bring it to your ear.

“Hi, my love.” He singsongs into the phone. “I’m sorry it’s late, but I’m getting ready to wrap things up here.”

“It’s okay. When will you be home?”

“Hmm, an hour? Maybe?”

There’s so many things happening in your body. In your mind. And sixty minutes feels like an impossible entirety. Three, two, one and the tears are flowing in earnest. You take a shaky breath, letting the sob that’s been building all day release. You can’t do that, you can’t wait a single second longer.

You need Chan like you need to breathe.

“Woah, what’s wrong?” Your husband sounds so concerned. It’s easy to picture his scrunched face, the little pout of confusion from your sudden outburst. “Why are you—“

“Come home now.” You sob in the phone. “I can’t, Chan, I c-can’t—“

“Okay. Okay, I’m leaving now.” The door slamming in the background proves it. “Is there anything you need—“

“No.” You shake your head, pulling the sleeves of his hoodie over your hands. “J-just need you.”

“I’m coming, love. I promise.”

You pull his pillow into your body, burying your nose into the center of it. He washed his hair before bed last night; the shampoo is still heavy on the silk cover.

In. Out. In. Out. Breathe in smell of oak, finding peace in knowing your comfort will be home soon.

Light pours into the dark room, your husband hurrying over to the bed. You’re facing the edge, still hidden in the pillow though your tears have stopped. Chan crouches by your head, warm fingers peeling your colds open.

“Hi, baby.” He says softly, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I’m home.”

You peek out from behind the pillow, eyes burning red. Oh, the guilt is painted bright red on his face. He must have ran out of the company building. Sped through the city. Did he even turn the car off before he leaped out of it? Shut the front door?

Chan didn’t stop until he was in front of you. You need him? He’s always right here.

“I’m sorry I’m home so late.” He apologizes, pulling the pillow down a little more. Wanting to see you better. “I know you weren’t—“

“I’m pregnant.”

His mouth is open, the words he was going to speak lost in the air. He blinks, head shaking slightly as the weight of your words hit him hard. You’re surprised his balance wasn’t lost. “You—“ his hands loosen their grip a bit, shock making his body run cold. “There’s—you—wait—“

Your lip is wobbling, new tears stinging your eyes. All you can do is nod. Over and over, confirming the question he’s unable to ask.

“You.” He gasps, tears now rolling down his face. A bright smile breaks out, a little laugh sneaking out. “You!”

Chan climbs onto the bed and grabs you, pulling you into his body tightly. Back and forth he rocks you, laughing into your shoulder. It’s unbelievable, exciting, terrifying. All the emotions you were feeling now reflected in your person, who can’t seem to start crying.

“Oh my god.” He says, pulling his head out of your shoulder. His hands cup your face, beaming so brightly at you, you might go blind.

A beanie covers his curls, though a few peek through. The gold earrings catch in the light of the television, though nothing could shine as brightly as his smile. His cheeks must be hurting.

Never mind. This is the happiest you’ve ever seen him.

“How far along are you?” Chan asks when he can finally form a sentence, the words coming back to him.

“Ten weeks.” You say, a hand mindlessly going to your stomach. “So not very far.”

He nods, his own hand following. Together, your hands lace over the nonexistent bump. “How big is that?”

It’s such a Chan question, you can’t help but giggle. “The size of a prune.”

“So small.” He mumbles, looking down between your bodies. “What foods have prunes in them?”

You blink. Out of all the things you expected him to say, this was the last on your list. Actually, it didn’t even make the cut. “I don’t know. Why?”

“Well, we should eat something with prunes to celebrate!”

It’s the cutest thing you think you’ve ever heard, your heart swelling as you cup his face. “Should we make something every week? To correlate with the size?”

The idea hadn’t even crossed his mind. You can see it in the way his eyes widen, lips parting in a bit of shock. “That’s a great idea.”

#skz fluff #stray kids fluff #bang chan fluff #chan fluff #dad!skz #dad chan #dad bang chan

[justahopelessaromantic]

In your dreams, kid (Ch. 1: Welcome to...fuck, um.)

Fandom: Omori Timeline: Post Good Ending Ships: Kelhero (Hero/Kel) Link to Next Chapter List of Accompanying Playlists for this Fic Pinterest Moodboard for this Fic Summary: Under Sunny’s hypocritical, well-intentioned advice, Kel puzzled over his mental checklist as the bruised house drifted out of sight, now a grey blur. An assortment of surgery, artery-clogging snacks? Check! Mixtape Sunny made special for him, covered in little red hearts and a doodle of the two of them holding hands? Check (No, actually, he will not read into that, thank you for asking). An 8-pack of Monster so Aubrey wouldn’t fall asleep at the wheel while he drives her mad with alien conspiracies and iSpy all night? Check! (Sunny downed three, the absolute madman, before they even stepped foot in the car, but he figured it still counted) Homework? ...check. An excuse for stealing Ms. Suzuki’s car, running away with her son and "future daughter-in-law", and showing up at his incredibly busy brother’s dorm room? You know, something even remotely better than “You sounded like you were about to cry over the phone last night and you don’t cry and I’m so worried and distracted and madly in love with you, I simply had to come check on you, so...Surprise!” ...He’d check that one off sometime before they got there. Probably.

It was a dark and stormy night except it wasn’t.

...Although...no, wait...what?

That can’t be right, right?

The drizzle...You can feel it. Drumming against your head.

No. Tapping?...No, no, drumming. Like the way you drum your fingers against your desk, straining to read the standard classroom clock. You brace yourself for the thud of Aubery’s elbow jamming into your side, tender and sore from hours of dribbling. For the buzz of your bratty, grating, girlish whine against pursed lips and spit from a raspberry if she feels like stooping to his level this...cold...afternoon (You think. Or hope?...No, no, think. You never liked the rain. Too lonely).

...It’s not coming. how do you know that?

Weird. Sure, you’re...well, you’re not in a classroom, but it feels wrong, imagining a classic moment like that without its signature...feeling. That woman never passes up a socially acceptable chance to bruise you (read: your “friendly” basketball matches).

The sentiment brings unreasonable tears to your eye, washing away with the…the downpour (Yes, the purple downpour). She only shoves you out of your seat to wake you up with the shock of cold tile. You're sure it's just to embarrass you in front of Ms. Ṃ̷̨̙͕̞̫̪̻͛̾̎e̸̡͎̻̰̳̦͚͚͛̈́̏̏̂̚͝ͅd̶̡̡͎̣̤͓̰̺̦̮͈̈́̊u̷̡͙͓̝͔̥͙̻̠͒́̏ͅs̵̹̏͗a̶̖̅́̀̆́͌̀̓̓̄̍͌͛͌̚. That her rough, calloused hands are laced with anger, or frustration, or resentment, or whatever those trailing fingertips burn your skin with!

The vague, wavy...consciousness? Reverence? washing over you lets you entertain Basil’s warning. Her promise to keep you on track—the one she half-assed whispering into a crouching Hero’s ear, tugging at his sleeve—so they could compare heights and grades?

Maybe he was meant to hear it. Could it have been addressed to the both of them, tied up nicely with a smirk?

Oh! Maybe he should treat that like her bow. Yank it out of reflective neon locks and tease her about it. Use it as a scrunchie and ignore her adorable pleas for it back after practice is finally done with you. Say it looks better on you. It doesn’t.

Hero had addressed something to him, too.

...Yeah, yeah, he had.

You figure he’d rather give it to you in person, though, and suddenly, without due formal warning, you feel mortifyingly important.

Undeserved importance is hell. And rude. And unbecoming of you and all your inherited potential. You don’t remember Mari saying those last two lines, but this doesn't seem like the right time to suck at "remembering", if you can call it that.

Still, how is she doing it now? Her mouth hasn’t let go of its smile yet, even as she bends down to meet your stuttering eyes.

Can you bring yourself to laugh at the Shonen protagonist holding the an? The envelope out with rigid arms like it’s a fucking rooftop confession scene? No. Not even with him bursting into restrained giggles, like always. All you can do—all your body can do, like it's poorly pre-programmed—is kiss her aching cheeks and tears and tell her that it’ll all be alright and we’ll figure it out. Together. And you love her, you all do, and for god sakes, stay!

If not for your sake, then Sunny’s. Then Aubery’s. Then Hero’s (You have a feeling he could use someone to love up there). Then yours, if she can find room in that hideous mess while restraining her grimace.

Her taunting smile stays, positioned right where Hero’s should be. A rude, hellish compromise, unbecoming of her familiar all-or-nothing and yet just as unnerving. It glitches out of sight, tugging at the edge of the 2d plane.

The force pulls you and Hero just a bit closer. well, someone had to do it.

The darkening gradient of the sky shades everything but the letter glowing white and your light-up sneakers, taking off as if the allure of the ball hadn’t distracted you from your faint intrigue in track. You think, defiantly. (You don’t know. You can’t know in??? Here, it says.) You think it's braiding, not drumming. Something carding its dull nails through your brittle hair to yank something beautiful out of it.

You need to know if it’s him. You need to know if he sees something in that tangled, crusty mess. In you.

If he’s willing to get his hands dirty (Sunny’s words, not yours).

You run until you see white.

Kel awoke with a fright and a frightening young boy tracing his fingertips down from his scalp to his back, rubbing little circles as he nudged Kel’s face into his shoulder.

Oh. Huh.

The sun’s not supposed to be out this late.

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[ripperplague]

What would the ROs do if they found a sketchbook belonging to MC that has some steamy doodles of them and MC? That one scene from Turning Red got me thinking. 👀🤣

I both love and fear that scene because it's something my mother would pull. Only difference is she'd give me an earful instead of whichever dude I drew. Then again this is from an imaginary point of view because I can't draw. Stick figures are my medium and even then they're tilted and wiggly.

Cyrus would blush madly and find a dark corner to hyperventilate in. His reaction would be very similar to Mei as she turns the pages and giggles with a manic look on her face.

Blade would grin to himself and memorize every page, cataloging the things he plans to do to you.

Gauge would giggle nervously while blushing and hide the sketchbook. Then their entire day would pass in a blur because those doodles are occupying all the available brain space.

Raz would thumb through each page admiring the details and wondering how she could bring this up without you banning her access to the sketchbook.

Brin would have a panic attack and hide in their room trying to lower their skyrocketing libido back down to normal.

Skylar would use her own file of more detailed charcoal drawings and your doodles to cook up a day fantasy to sustain her smitten heart.

Atlas would sneak the sketchbook back to their room and wait till you meet again. Then they'll bombard you with critique related to what more you could be doing and perhaps a demo was due because you got a few features wrong.

[cinemuki]

Closet Monster (2015) - dir. Stephen Dunn

Please, don’t kiss me. I just had the worst day of my life and my mouth tastes like vomit and I don’t want to ruin this.

#Closet Monster #Stephen Dunn #2015 #Peter Madly #Aaron Abrams #Brin Madly #Joanne Kelly #Oscar Madly #Connor Jessup

[tombwolf]

Closet Monster - (2015 Dir. Stephen Dunn)

You remember that fur hat I used to wear when you were a kid?

…it would be nice to have it back, it was nan’s.

#closet monster #connor jessup #joanne kelly #oscar madly #brin madly #my gifs

[teddy-yandere]

how yandere Tanjiro, Yoriichi and Rengoku reacted when they learned that reader is Muzan daughter

- Muzan’s Daughter -

⚠️WARNING⚠️ will contain dark themes

Characters = Tanjiro , Yoriichi , Rengoku

A / N = Sorry for any grammar mistakes, I did not proofread this. Please read my bio before requesting, and make sure that my requests are open or else your request will be deleted. Enjoy <3

«★»———- KNY Demon Slayers Masterlist

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Tanjiro

★ Oh boy … this is going to be super complicated.

★ First off , Tanjiro is the type of person to fall madly in love with someone who is kind , caring , and compassionate.

★ That being said , the thought never crossed his mind that you could possibly be related to Muzan

★ You were half - demon when he first met you at the butterfly estate , and he could not of asked for a better person.

★ There was a problem though , none of the Hashira’s would ever tell him your past.

★ Tanjiro never asked you about your past because he just assumed that it would be very triggering for you.

★ The only reason that he found out was when you were in the middle of a mental breakdown , and he couldn’t figure out why you were crying so much.

★ Then you let it slip to him that you were the daughter of Muzan.

★ He stared at you stunned

★ It took him a minute to gather all of his thoughts. Then all of a sudden , he pulled you into a long hug

★ He told you that he didn’t care about your heritage and that he loved you for who you are.

★ He knows that in his heart , you would never hurt another human.

Yoriichi

★ It was a normal day for Yoriichi , and he was out on his daily spree of killing demons.

★ Typically , he could care less about the demons . In fact , he rarely even payed attention to their faces . As I saying , he decided that he wanted to take a different route to town.

★ This route was through the mountains

★ While he was in the middle of walking , he stumbled upon a demon. Well , he didn’t exactly stumbled upon them , he just heard crying

★ When he went to check what was wrong with them- that was when he noticed they were a demon.

★ You were not just any demon .. you looked oddly familiar to him. Maybe it was your red eyes?

★ Anyways back to the story

★ He doesn’t know why he didn’t kill you , all he knows is that he wanted to know why you were so upset. It is not everyday you see a beautiful demon crying

★ You knew that you had nothing to lose so you just confessed everything to him.

★ When you were done , you prepared yourself to be killed by Yoriichi

★ But to your surprise , he simply gave you a warm smile , and invited you to come have some tea at his house

★ You are going to wish that you never accepted his offer . Over the next couple of years , Yoriichi is going to find a way to make you human again.

★ Basically , Yoriichi fell in love with you , because of your kind voice , and your sweet heart.

★ A nice creature like you doesn’t deserve to be a demon.

Rengoku

• This might be confusing , so please bear with me

★ Similarly to Tanjiro , Rengoku first met you while you were at the butterfly estate . You were just helping Shinobu with some of her patients , when Rengoku introduced himself to you.

★ He made it very obvious that he thought that you were beautiful.

★ You also made it clear that you were half - demon but Rengoku didn’t seem to care.

★ Turns out that you were the first half - demon to officially join the demon slayer corps

★ Over the next couple of weeks , you noticed that Rengoku was becoming a very possessive as a friend.

★ You also caught him following you while you were on missions.

★ Whenever you brought it up to him , he would shrug his shoulders and say that it was all just a huge coincidence.

★ This time , Rengoku ‘was talking about how much he hated Muzan . He turned to see your face , but he was surprised to see that you had a uncomfortable look on your face.

★ I am not sure how , but Rengoku kinda figured it out.

★ I don’t think that he would bring it up with you , because he wants you to know that he loves you for who you are.

★ In fact , this motivates him more

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Thanks for reading , Darling !! <3

Have a nice Day / Night ~

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[topcoolnames-blog]

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