#i love how he became awkward making that speech

[peony-plum]

“Not much of a speech, was it?”

#elder scrolls #tes #oblivion #martin septim #i love him #he’s such a cutie #he’s so real for that #elder scrolls oblivion #martin septim art #my art #elder scrolls fanart #drawing #i love how he became awkward making that speech #elder scrolls art #oblivion fanart #digital fanart #digial art #digital drawing #fanart #video games #cloud ruler temple

[worriedvision]

He ignores you after an argument - Dr Ratio

Gender neutral reader, angst with an ending that can be viewed as happy. Dr Ratio shows his immaturity, and he only realises how close he is to losing you when Argenti makes an appearance.

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"What do you mean, 'can you try to be more considerate'? If you cannot comprehend a genius' words, you are not worthy of my time!" Your boyfriend huffs, turning around to place his mask on.

He always did that when you had arguments, but the words that were paired with his actions were what worried you. You had really stepped in it, trying to tell him that you weren't finished with your sentence. You were getting frustrated that he wouldn't stop interrupting you and, sometimes, filling in the statements incorrectly. You ignored your frustration in the past, but it boiled into this argument you just had with him. You were doubtful that he would think about your feelings even after he calmed down, so you mentally prepared yourself for the silent treatment.

Days became weeks, and weeks became months. He still wasn't talking to you, and you were heartbroken. You dive yourself into your work, the astral express themselves commissioning you because of Dr Ratio's words of praise of your intellect. Swallowing the temptation to explain he was likely exaggerating to help you with getting work, you go along with it. Your boyfriend, despite no longer talking to you after the argument, tags along. You both get separate rooms - something you are thankful for, considering how awkward you felt around your partner. You didn't even know if he was considering himself as your boyfriend or if he mentally checked out since the argument.

Now, Argenti decided to make an appearance. Turns out, he had an issue with his ship, so he had to request some resources from the astral express. You had tried to speak to your boyfriend, who was still playing chess by himself as he ignored your pleads for forgiveness - apologising for failing to communicate effectively. Struggling to keep yourself together, you walk to the other side of the room before taking a seat. Pulling out your folders, you get to work on other projects. Hearing someone walking towards you, you assume they'll just be taking a seat somewhere close, only for them to sit right next to you.

"A beauty as precious as one you possess shall not be under-appreciated by an unrequited love." He begins, Dr Ratio halfway through playing a knight, freezing up at this man hitting on you. "With brains to accompany your radiant and decadent beauty, I shall request that you consider flourishing under someone to cherish you."

Dr Ratio gets up from his seat, his mask literally starting to crack as he begins to storm over to you. He realised, through Argenti's speech, that he ought to treat you better since he truly loves you. He had to show you that he has been thinking of you, about how to apologise - he simply kept his mask on because he thought he didn't deserve to show his face until he thought about how to apologise to you for interrupting you. By the time he knows what to say, his mask breaks entirely, falling to the floor to Pom-Pom's distain.

In the middle of Argenti clearly scouting for you to join him on his ship, Dr Ratio walks behind the couch and wraps his arms around you, side glaring at Argenti.

"Apologies, but this is a prize I won." Dr Ratio growls, Argenti chuckling as he gives Dr Ratio a light warning that you were likely going to get snatched up by another man if he screwed up again.

Your boyfriend comes to take Argenti's place on the couch, pulling you in for a hug, he begins his apology.

--

"You didn't talk to me for months, you know?" You pout, your boyfriend scolding himself inwardly for being immature.

"You are the one who's more empathetic than myself. I need to put more effort into understanding your feelings, I'm lucky that you're still alright with me hugging you despite the argument." Dr Ratio sighs, squeezing you as he looks over your shoulder to read your work.

"...I almost forgot how amazing and intelligent my partner is." Dr Ratio smirks, you turning your head to look at him. "If I have to wait a year for compensation of my neglect to remain yours, I would gladly do so."

#dr ratio x reader #dr ratio x gender neutral reader #argenti #dr ratio #gender neutral reader #angst

[alzirrx]

So apparently I’m the only person that actually liked the Tyler/Wednesday dynamic, despite a couple things, so I’m about to make an entirely uncalled for essay defending them because I became very emotionally attached in the one night I spent watching this show

To start, I liked how awkward Tyler’s character was right off the bat, because I feel like you don’t see that kind of character type as love interests in much media. A lot of the time it’s overshadowed for the Golden Retriever or Angsty Brooding Type™, and it was really refreshing seeing a different archetype as a love interest. The way him and Wednesday coupled together was always kind of awkward and uncertain, but it felt kinda more real that way considering that’s how a lot of high school romances start out. I really loved the idea of a kind of “baby hold my flower” dynamic between the two, crazy obsessive outcast gf/laid-back supportive normie bf who makes posters to cheer her on during her rampages

On the flip side, once the reveal happened there was so much potential. I wanted his redemption so bad. I wanted him to go back to how he was, while also letting loose more on his more angry feral side while also getting a scene where he got to be redeemed. I was waiting for him to turn to their side any minute, with a speech afterwards about how yes his actions were bad, and while they weren’t his choice persay he just might have enjoyed them, but that doesn’t mean he never liked her! That was all him! Because in all honesty I liked his sweet and caring side contrasted with her cold unfeeling demeanor, although I do see many arguments being made in favor of the serial killer/serial killer stopper dynamic which could be explored

And in terms of canon: the date was adorable, well thought out and showed he actually knew her (like how a scary movie wouldn’t actually scare her: a chick flick would), the way he liked her dancing at the Rave’N, how he always brought her quads, the birthday cake + coffee, all the little sweet gestures of his

(I know that’s only the things he did- but this post is more about him than Wednesday)

I’m fairness, the “I thought you were sending signals” bit felt a little out of left field since she acted the same the whole time, but I’ve learned from experience that if you like someone and you hope they like you back, you can basically turn anything they do at all into a signal

All I’m saying is, ship what you want, but I feel that they worked a lot better than some people give them credit for, and if he hadn’t have been the Hyde they would’ve been really good together, and they still could be

TL;DR, Wednesday x Tyler worked and would also have worked better under different circumstances

#wednesday #wednesday x tyler #wednesday addams #tyler galpin #wednesday netflix

[skulls-soul]

I need more queen Luigi

Give me Luigi dressing up in clothing themed around the koopa kingdom for special events

Give me him still wearing his overalls most of the time cuz HES helping his subjects fixing up things here and there with him slightly covered in oil The only thing representing his status is a small crown on his head

Give me kamek yelling at the luigi to make sure that he has his crown on at the very least when he’s going out into town

Give me him joining meetings listening in making notes because he really doesn’t want to fuck up and also because if he’s not taking notes then he’s gonna fall asleep and we all know Bowser it’s only partly paying attention mostly to the parts he want to hear

Give me Luigi visiting the farm lands that the mushroom kingdom gave the Koopa kingdom as a part of the peace treaty

Give me princess peach and daisy talking to Luigi about how they thought one of them would become queen but it turns out that Luigi is the one who became a queen before them

 give me Bowser working on documents to only have him hear a small snoring noise looking up and seeing Luigi at his desk falling asleep on the documents that he’s on

Give me Luigi being lectured by kamek and kammy about the ins and outs of Being Koopa royalty

Give me Luigi having the Koopa and gumba guards standing up for him when some random citizen complains about him being queen

Luigi is a very socially awkward person so I don’t think he would ever do a speech. at most maybe he would introduce the advent and  thanks everyone for coming and stuff like that but that’s about it. because why would Bowser put Luigi in such an awkward and anxiety inducing situation especially when he knows that he doesn’t NEED to. Heck the only reason why Luigi probably starts the event and ends the event is because kamek says that he has to present himself and do something to let the people know that he is queen.

For the longest time I think Luigi wouldn’t even see himself as a queen  even though he very much is with all the things he is learning from Kamek as well as the things that he helps out in. The citizens of the Koopa kingdom aIl respect Luigi but not like how they have respect Bowser.

Bowser strong and an authoritative figure he leads with a strong hand and a booming voice making it hard for anyone to ignore him He’s someone that you should not mess with. He will do all in his power to protect his people and help them grow.

Luigi on the other hand is kind, soft-spoken and understanding leader. he’s handy and is not afraid to get his hands dirty to help out with the community he’s the one who made Bowser easier to talk with and if they’re too afraid to talk with Bowser then Luigi will certainly give them his time. Even though he’s the kinder and is the more understanding one out of the two of them he’s still someone you should not mess with. more specifically you shouldn’t mess with his loved ones because he will show you that Bowser is not the only one you should be careful with.

Give me luigi being a girl boss but still his anxiety being constantly at 70% self

…. I really hope for either one of two things or maybe even both and that’s this post inspiring someone to create something or me having the motivation to make a little something myself based off of this



#luigi #luigi nintendo #bowuigi #bowser #bowser x luigi #bowigi #bowser and luigi #luigi x bowser #bowser nintendo #king koopa #queen luigi #super Mario bros au

[meiporang]

☆ ఌ︎ . . 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲 .

☆ ఌ︎ . . kunikuzushi / scaramouche x reader

"can you promise me something?" kunikuzushi whispers. his body a bit awkward as he rests on your bed, barely any proximity between your own. your heart flutters at how his soft hand grasps your own so tenderly.

"yes?" you brush a lock of hair out of his face, admiring how ethereal he looks with the moonlight shining on his features. you find the way his soft cheeks glow a rosy hue from your movements quite cute.

"promise me you won't ever leave me."

kuni can be difficult sometimes. he can be rude and flippant, and most would be turned away by his offensive speech if they did not know him well.

but you see underneath that facade. you see the true emotions he harbors underneath the walls he put up after so, so many sorrow experiences.

and you're so accepting to him, he thinks he doesn't deserve you. you're always there to be his anchor even when he could potentially hurt you.

with you, he can be vulnerable.

he's found his home in you.

as much as he initially didn't want to, he has fallen in love with you.

in all honesty, he was scared. scared of loving you and losing you. if he became too attached, then nothing would cure his heartache when he is left alone once again.

before he realized it, he was already in too deep.

he wants to always be around you. to accompany wherever you go, to be bound to you for eternity.

he wants to be there for you when you're happy, and when you're sad. just like how you're always there to comfort him when he needs it.

when he sees you with other people speaking so joyously, a pang of jealousy hits him. he can't help but fear if you'll leave if you meet someone better. he knows he's not a good partner, so what if you find someone who can give you all the love you deserve, and won't drag you down because their problems?

just the thought of you being with someone else, eyes crinkled with mirth and ringing laughter, has him shaking with anxiety.

he wants you to himself only.

"of course, kuni. i promise." your tranquil smile never fails to make him feel weak in the knees.

"i love you," is the last thing you whisper as you drift off to slumber.

as you sleep, your hands are still intwined together. he takes his other hand and caresses your hair gently, his touch as if he's handling a porcelain doll.

he slowly leans in to you and places a soft kiss on your cheek, his expression benign.

"i love you too, [name]. sweet dreams."

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 : he's lowkey a red flag here but he's MY red flag!!

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin angst #scaramouche angst #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #kunikuzushi x you #scaramouche comfort #genshin comfort #📖

[bts-eunji]

Eunji x BTS

“they are my everything. the last ten years of my life have been filled solely with them and there is no one else I would’ve wanted to spend that time with.”

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#JOONJI – Gwan Eunji & Kim Namjoon

“Namjoon is the Tom to my Jerry. It is so much fun to tease him! I don’t understand why the Maknaes don’t do it more often. I am pretty sure he was close to kicking me out of the group a couple times already though. That might be the reason.”

contact name: Tom to my Jerry 🐈‍⬛

Namjoon and Eunji are the typical Tom and Jerry Duo. With Namjoon and Eunji being two of the OG Members that had stayed through the multiple line-up changes pre-debut, they had gotten used to one another even before debut. They had met in early 2010 after they both got signed under BigHit Entertainment and Eunji was added to the line-up of BTS in mid-2010. Her and Namjoon got closer after an awkward encounter, where Eunji was crying in a practice room. Although their first interaction was awkward, their future was filled with playful banter and care. The two became almost inseparable. It took Namjoon a while to get used to Eunji. Her teasing and flirty yet responsible attitude confused the shit out of him. But when he did get used to her, he learned to be thankful for her presence. Eunji is somewhat a comedic relief to Namjoon. Whenever she teases him, he will act all annoyed and complain but secretly he enjoys it. It made the years that followed their debut less difficult. Her flirting helps his confidence and reassures him that he is worthy because in the end, it’s just compliments hidden in flirty pick-up lines.

But there is also the responsible and calming part of Eunji, that never fails to ground Namjoon. Even before debut, she managed to read him like an open book. She would know of his struggles, sometimes even before himself. Even more surprisingly, she knew how to help him when he had no clue. The responsibility of being the leader got too heavy? She takes on some of his duties. Managing the group part time. Assisting him in holding the weight. His thoughts spiral into overthinking everything he does? She sits him down with some tea and watches Friends with him. Teasing or reassuring him and making him laugh. He spends hours in the studio without breaks and works himself into the ground? She knocks and sits down next to him. She assists him with his work till she decides it’s enough, stopping him from overworking himself.

But don’t worry, he is just as important to her. His leadership has always been cherished deeply by Eunji. The way he knows what the group needs, sometimes without the group having to say anything, is fascinating to her. His communication skills never fail to impress her. Whether it is public speaking or managing conflict inside the group, he always knows what to say. “You’re like Captain America. You know? Because of the motivational speeches and stuff.”-Eunji 2019. On a more personal note, that also means he knows exactly what she needs. Positive Affirmation. His love language towards his members has always been Words of Affirmation and Eunji loves it. He compliments her looks before every public appearance. When monitoring a performance, he makes sure she knows how well she did. During music video shoots or photoshoots, he always watches her and lets her know that she is doing well.

They have known each other for 13 years now (2023). Eunji has said before that nothing has every really changed between them. She still teases him endlessly and loves flirting with him. And despite him gaining confidence and teasing back occasionally or even flirting with her too, he still gets annoyed or shy. This duo is often described as the old married couple of BTS. They are probably one of Eunji’s biggest ships and one of the most popular in the entire group. And after seeing their interactions it is easy to tell why.

special moment: (TW: small fire, small cut, spiraling thoughts)

Joonji is famous for a friendship full of duality. One second they’re bickering the next their flirting and then suddenly it’s time for a deep talk at 3 a.m. Therefore, they have very different moments and I assure you that Armys have done a fantastic job putting all of them into ship videos, but that is a different topic.

Kpop Interviews are crazy. Memes are born within seconds, grown up men and women play games that no one understands and exposing each other is on everyone’s To-Do-List. And right now, BTS is playing one of these ‘games that no one understands’. You have to spin in circles for 10 seconds and then you have to walk straight and do something. Eunji gets up and cracks her knuckles. “You will fail,” Namjoon throws in randomly and Eunji, who has gotten into position already, stands back up and glares at him in disbelief. “Honey, I thought at least you would have some hope in me,” she teases, and he rolls his eyes. She gets into position again, ready to spin. “If you pass out, I’m not going to catch you,” Namjoon mumbles once again, causing some of the boys to chuckle. Eunji scoffs. “Of course, you will,” she disagrees and begins to spin. It only takes the girl 6 seconds of spinning to fall sideways and as she had predicted Namjoon did catch her, groaning in the process. While the group is laughing hysterically she chuckles and pinches his cheek. “I don’t think I even have to say I told you so…but I told you so,” she teases and this time it is him who scoffs.

“I would call you an imbecile but that’d be cruel as you wouldn’t be able to spell it.” Namjoon sighs to himself, flipping the page of his book while sitting on the dorm couch. Eunji turns to him with a gasp and grabs her chest, right over her heart. “Oh god, you’ve insulted me! What ever shall I do? I’ll be scarred for the rest of my life!” She teases dramatically and pretends to faint against him. He groans at the sudden weight and grasps his book tighter. He rolls his eyes at her behavior. “You’ve had worse. You’ll live,” he mumbles under his breath, and she chuckles. Grabbing a pen, she scribbles something onto a paper and pushes it towards him. Upon seeing it he raises a brow and turns to her. “So, you DO know how to spell imbecile. I have to say, that amazes me. Good job,” he teases. She quickly slaps his arm and whispers in a hushed voice: “Don’t say that, people might think we are friends.” She looks around, pretending to be secret. I think you could tell already but Jimin and Jin were on the ground, dying from laughter the entire exchange.

The group is relaxing in the living room. Some are playing video games; others are reading and Eunji has just left to charge her phone. Suddenly, all lights go out and the TV goes black. “Huh?!” “What happened?” “Is this a power outage?” “NO! My score!” The boys erupt in yells. Seconds later Eunji bursts into the living room. “WE have a problem!” she announces. Namjoon sighs and sits up. “Let me guess, you caused it?” She huffs in response and then quickly collects herself. “Where is the fire extinguisher?” Now, that gets everyone’s attention. “WHAT?!” Turns out, Eunji’s charging cable was damaged and when she plugged it into the power outlet, it caused a short circuit which resulted in a power outage and a small fire. After successfully extinguishing the fire and getting the power working again, the boys help Eunji clean up the mess. Namjoon sighs. “You never cease to amaze me,” he mumbles and Eunji chuckles embarrassed from across the room.

The sound of something falling and a painful groan make Eunji look up from her painting. “What was that?” she screams into the dorm. “Nothing! Don’t worry about it!” Namjoon screams back. But before he even managed to finish his sentence, she is on her feet and rushing into the hallway. Upon reaching the hallway she stops at the sight in front of her. Namjoon had tried to put a painting of hers onto the wall but instead he had dropped it and was now clutching his hand. “If being clumsy was a currency, you’d be a bloody millionaire,” she complains and gently grips his hand. It seems like he had cut himself when the painting dropped. Pushing him down on couch, she searches for the first aid-kit she had bought for this purpose and this purpose only. While carefully bandaging his cut she chuckles. “You seriously need to be careful. As cute as it is, seeing you all lost and puppy eyed, I prefer you uninjured,” she mumbles with a teasing tone. He raises a brow. “You think I’m cute?” She scoffs. “Want me to whisper it into your ear? Dumbass.”

Namjoon’s head is resting on his hands, eyes focused on the computer screen that displays his newest song. His solo album is only going slowly so far, and his original enthusiasm has faded into frustration. Could he not even manage to produce something for himself? How could he make music for the group then? Pathetic. He feels useless. With an irritated huff he rips his headphones off and throws them onto his desk. Once again, his head falls into his hands. Fingers gripping his hair and pulling at it in a frustrated manner. Why can’t he do anything right? How did he even end up being a leader of a group? A group like BTS? Could he still lead the group? With his lack of management? A ridiculous thought. How can he manage others when he barely manages himself? Just in time, a soft knock rips him out of his spiraling thoughts. He quickly sits up and fixes his hair. “Come in!” he calls for the person knocking. When the door opens it reveals Eunji, a plastic bag in her hand and a gentle smile on her face. “Hey big guy. I thought I’d check how you were doing,” she greets him and closes the door quietly. Somehow, he feels relief wash over him. His Noona’s calmness immediately radiates onto him, and he can’t suppress the deep breath he releases when she sits down next to him. She calmly looks around, quietly taking note of the empty cups and scrabbled papers, before turning to him. “How are you getting along? Made some progress?” she asks and sets the bag onto the desk. He tenses and releases a shaky breath. Eunji notices. Of course, she does. When he doesn’t answer, she already knows he has been stuck. “Let’s eat. I brought your favorite.”

nicknames Army gave them: Parents, Old Married Couple, Tom & Jerry

love language: She is…

giving: quality time/acts of service receiving: quality time/words of affirmation  joonji ‘thing’: museum visits & going on hikes

🤎🧡🤎🧡🤎🧡🤎🧡🤎🧡🤎🧡

#JINJI – Gwan Eunji & Kim Seokjin

“Jin is my best friend. We clicked fast, despite our weird first encounter and opposite personalities. I can be myself around him and he never fails to make me laugh. A lot of my confidence comes from what he taught me, so props to him.”

contact name: Worldwide Nuisance 👑

Jin and Eunji seem like they have nothing in common. Jin being his loud self, screaming and laughing like his life depends on it, meanwhile Eunji is soft-spoken and prefers painting with lo-fi music over a game night any time. Yet you would be fooled, because these two fit each other like Ying and Yang. They first met back in July 2011 and, as cliché as it sounds, clicked immediately. But that doesn’t mean their first meeting wasn’t odd – oh no, no – it was a very weird experience. She had been peacefully playing the guitar in one of the practice rooms when Jin burst into the room. He had said nothing, simply staring at her before sitting down next to her and urging her to play more. At first she was hesitant and skeptical but eventually they began to sing together while she played the guitar. It was weird – yes – but it was also somehow precious. From that moment on, Jin always waited for her in front of the building to walk to the practice room with her. They began to text daily and go on friendship dates together. When Jin eventually moved into the dorm, they started doing things like cooking together, doing each other’s skincare or simply watching stupid movies together just to make fun of them.

She also became his professional support and vocal teacher. Eunji was and is incredibly skilled in the field of music, but she had also been gifted the skill of teaching. Before even training at BigHit, she had practiced and done her own research on producing, songwriting and vocal training. With this in mind, she was his number one place to go when he was insecure in his voice. She would listen, let him rant and give constructive feedback. They would do vocal exercises together and actually have fun doing them. More often than not they would end up sitting on the couch, Eunji playing the guitar and Jin singing to it. And although Jin barely says it out loud, he is grateful for her support.

As the oldest of BTS and, at least in the beginning, the most unexperienced in the group, he struggled a lot. Especially hard were the first few years after debut. BTS didn’t have the best time in the industry and throughout their years in the business had almost disbanded, twice. Every member had a struggle of their own. Eunji, being the second oldest, recognized this and she took special care of her boys. Especially Jin was someone who she always made sure was doing alright, because he was the oldest after all and he showed his frustration about improving his vocals many times. Being the same age, it had always been easier for the two to openly talk about their feelings with each other.

Despite or maybe because of their deep bond, these two never fail to make each other and the group laugh. In front of the camera, Jinji are mostly in happy moods when together. They are cracking jokes, mostly Jin actually but hush, and laughing freely together. Jin can never hide his happiness when he makes Eunji laugh, and he will rub it under everyone’s noses that he did that. Yeah, he is proud of it, alright. Because in the end of the day, she helps him more than he could ever thank her for. Making her laugh is his repayment on most days. Or going on stupid wholesome friendship dates together. Going to different restaurants and posting about it on social media with goofy selcas. Doing a Vlog in which they go shopping and make a silly fashion show out of it. Spending late nights in Eunji’s room, gossiping about people they don’t like and the newest tea. Visiting clubs together, only to go live after and have a bit of a tipsy livestream. ‘Jinji being drunk on livestream’ videos incoming.

In summary, Jin and Eunji are the definition of best friends.

special moment: (TW: mentions of alcohol & drinking)

Jin and Eunji are icons when they are separated but once you put them together they reach a new type of iconic. They never cared for the company rules, at least not when they thought they were stupid.

One night they went partying. Eunji and Jin go out together a lot to dance and drink a bit. So, that is what they did. That day Jin had asked Eunji to come with him and she did. After coming home, slightly tipsy, they had the glorious idea to start a livestream. And this livestream would go down in history.

“Heyy Army! How are you?” Eunji greets and giggles right after. They begin to talk and chat. Mostly Eunji and Jin having highly interesting conversations in a tipsy manner. Eventually they start to drink wine as well. “Guys, this – this isn’t wine. It’s grape juice,” Jin tries to convince but fails. Eunji laughs out. “Oh no, this is definitely wine.”

“Why did you drink?” Eunji reads out a comment while Jin is rummaging through some bags. “Oh, we just felt like it. Jin had asked me to come and so I did.” She turns towards Jin with a annoyed sigh at the rustling. “What are you doing?” It stays quiet for a while before Jin answers: “We have a problem.”

Eunji heaves a deep sigh. “Gimme a sec, I am not drunk enough to listen to this yet,” she mumbles, grabs the open wine bottle, and chucks a few big gulps. Turning back towards Jin she nods. “Okay, what’s the problem?” He looks at her and then at the camera. “We have another bottle of wine.” She chuckles. “You call it a problem. I call it a solution!”

“Are you fully drunk?” Jin reads out a comment and giggles. “I might’ve had a few shots,” he states and giggles even more. Meanwhile Eunji turns away from him and rummages through a paper bag. “I think I need food.”

As time passes and the second bottle of wine empties, they get a bit more incoherent. Jin drops his head on Eunji’s shoulder and mumbles something. Eunji, half-closed eyes from tiredness, looks down to him. “You are drunk,” she states the obvious. Jin looks up at her and tilts his head. “Yer beautiful.” This makes Eunji burst into a laugh. “Damn, you’re really drunk.”

“Why did you convince me to go there? The music was horrible!” Eunji talks about the party from earlier. Jin mumbles something before it goes silent. After a longer pause Jin whines and turns to her. “Oh, come on. I couldn’t go there alone!” he states in a whiny voice and Eunji giggles. “You’re right! Always need your big strong sister around!” she jokes and flexes arms. Jin slaps her arm and giggles. “Of course!”

Eventually the mood quiets down and the two end up laying on the bed. Jin is curled up against Eunji and the phone has been set up on the bed. “Sing me a song, please?” Jin asks. Eunji stays quiet for a while before humming to Spring Day. She whisper-sings the lyrics and eventually Jin falls asleep. “Okay Army, I’ll turn this off now. Thanks for watching!” she says her goodbye and turns the livestream off. But this livestream will remain in history. Jinji drunk on Vlive. A wild ride for sure.

nicknames Army gave them: Besties, Parents

love language: She is…

giving: acts of service/words of affirmation receiving: acts of service/quality time jinji ‘thing’: taking goofy selcas & friendship dates

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#YOOJI – Gwan Eunji & Min Yoongi

“Yoongi. Ah, yeah, my grumpy cat. Yoongi holds a special place in my heart. It took a while for us to get close, but I loved the process of learning about the mysterious producer everyone was talking about.” “Ah, shut up.” “Okay, okay. But for real, I’m sure I will never stop learning new things about Yoongi and I hope we will never lose each other.”

contact name: Grumpy Kitten 🐈‍⬛

Yoongi and Eunji – oh dear. Where do I begin? When Yoongi and Eunji first met, they didn’t really get along. It wasn’t like they disliked each other, they just seemed to have a difficult time interacting. To their defense, it was 2010 and they were barely 18 and 17 years old. Their confusing lack of interactions was later, in 2023, explained in one of Suga’s Suchwita Episodes. Yoongi admits he felt intimidated by the reputation that surrounded Eunji. She felt like this myth, unreachable and unapproachable. Funny enough, Eunji said she always wanted to talk to him, but he seemed shy and uncomfortable around her, so she stopped. Yooji’s pre-debut history is long and, in some ways, romantic. You could say it’s almost a love trope.

For example, he called her after his accident. She was the first person to know about his accident and for the longest time she also was the only one. That was odd for two reasons: 1) Yoongi and Eunji barely knew each other back then and 2) she was convinced he hated her. In the same Suchwita episode, Yoongi had tried to explain his decision back then. ‘It just felt right. Maybe because I saw you be so caring towards the others.’-Yoongi 2023. After Bangtan shifted from a hip-hop rap group to an idol group, things changed unexpectedly for both of them. Neither of them had intended to become idols and they weren’t prepared for it either. With no experiences in dance, they were quite literally lost. And, believe it or not, they started to bond over this fact. Often, they stayed behind to fix up mistakes they had made in choreos or just practiced their dancing.

Only after debut did they actually start to grow closer. In the beginning that solely came from the fact that Eunji took care of his shoulder pain by softly massaging ointment on it or helping him carry things. She did it subtly, not wanting to attract the boys’ attention until Yoongi wanted to tell them. Through his injury they began to talk, mostly to break the awkward silence that filled the room whenever Eunji would take care of his shoulder. They discovered their shared interest in composing music and spending time in the studio. And so, they began spending this time together. Producing and writing song after song.

Yooji is, in many ways, special. They have more in common than most people believed upon seeing them for the first time. They both have a resting bitch face, which makes them look intimidating or unapproachable. They both have some sad if not tragic history. They share hobbies such as producing and song writing. And so much more. Getting to know each other over the years they grew closer, both metaphorically and literally. Whether it is holding hands, hair ruffles or even cheek kisses, Yooji has it all. Although Eunji initiates most of the physical touch, Yoongi accepts it. Eunji is sure he secretly enjoys it too. This could literally be a Sunshine x Grumpy story.

But besides that, these two have a wholesome friendship. Spending so much time in the studio together they learned a lot of things from each other regarding their music and personal life. They began to rely on one another. So much so, that they actively miss the other when they can’t be around. You could almost say they are each other’s therapist or comfort zone. They can sit next to each other, working on music and saying nothing for hours without it being uncomfortable. Together, they even have a regular livestream that they do often, working on music and chatting with fans. Yooji appreciate each other greatly and, although it isn’t always obvious, care for one another deeply.

special moment:

Yooji is one of Eunji’s biggest ships for a reason. These two are incredibly close and it is noticeable in most on and off screen situations. There is especially one livestream that got stuck in Armys’ mind.

Every once in a while Yoongi and Eunji do livestreams together, where they would produce and write new songs. They’d wear headphones to not spoil much or anything at all. Usually, these livestreams were more on the quiet and relaxing, almost ASMR, side of Vlives. The two would work together quietly and occasionally have a convo about changing things or producing choices.

This livestream was going just like that. Yoongi was wearing headphones, trying to write the missing lines to his beat. Eunji was working on the computer, working on an old beat that she was now planning to use. She occasionally glanced at the chat. “For what will these songs be?” She reads out a comment and shrugs. She grins at the camera and looks back at her computer screen. “I don’t know. Maybe for the next comeback or a solo project or a different artist. We’ll see,” she responds and types something on the computer.

Suddenly Yoongi sighs deeply, sliding off his headphones. Eunji looks at him, brows furrowed. “What’s wrong?” she asks and gently turns towards him. He groans and pushes his sheet over to her. “I don’t know how to continue,” he admits and takes off his headphones to offer them to her. She takes them while reading over his writing. While she begins to listen and write some things down, he turns to read comments.

“How often do you do this?” he reads a comment. He combs his hand through his hair as he looks into the camera. “Almost every day. The livestreams are weekly, mosty,” he answers with a sheepish shrug at the end.

“Aren’t you the genius? If you don’t know, then she could never,” he reads out and a deep frown settles onto his face. For a moment he stays quiet, staring into the camera. There is a clear frustration displayed on his face, but he seems to be looking for the right words.

Eventually he asks: “You actually believe that?” It stays quiet once again, but his eyes stay on the camera. It is like he is directly looking at the commenter or at least he is trying to. Eunji suddenly murmurs something and scribbles onto the paper. This catches Yoongi’s attention, and he tears his eyes away from the camera to look at her. His face relaxes quickly as he watches her write things down and move her head to his beat.

A smile creeps onto his face. After she mumbles something else he turns back to the camera, eyes growing sharper once again. “She has the words that I don’t. She is the real genius in this room,” he continues his answers.

Apparently somebody comments something else about this that enrages him. “Oh, come on! Shut –“ he catches himself and glances at Eunji. His eyes stare back at the camera with new determination. “Shut it. Keep those stupid thoughts to yourself.”

“I think I got it!” she suddenly calls out and slides the headphones off. She pushes his sheet to him and taps the table in the right rhythm. She looks at him and smiles. “Does that fit?” she asks his opinion. He smiles and nods. While glaring at the camera he answers: “It’s perfect, Ji.”

This livestream is found in every Yooji Ship video, and no one can deny how wholesome his response to the inappropriate comments was. It does show Yooji’s relationship in a new light, that is rarely seen by fans.

nicknames Army gave them: Soulmates, Comfort Zone, Therapists, Orange Cat x Black Cat

love language: She is…

giving: quality time/physical touch receiving: quality time/acts of service yooji ‘thing’: spending time in the studio & nonverbal communication

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#HOJI – Gwan Eunji & Jung Hoseok

“Hobi is an angel. He never fails to cheer me up and I am grateful for his presence. He helps me relax whenever we’re together.”

contact name: Sunshine 🌻🌞

Hoseok and Eunji are opposite twins. They met when Hoseok joined in December 2010, but they didn’t become friends right away. They got along just fine but they didn’t start to become friends until the end of 2011. Their pre-debut history isn’t as complicated or interesting as Joonji’s or Yooji’s. They just started hanging out because the group was being formed and they had to spend a lot of time with each other. They are described as opposite twins, because although they are alike, they also are opposites. With Hobi being – well Hobi – and Eunji being more centered and coolheaded, they have been described as the sun and the moon. Eunji’s personal favorite nickname is ‘Sunshine & Moonlight Twins’. It fits them and sounds beautiful in her opinion.

Hoseok for Eunji is like a light in the darkness. Sounds cheesy, I know, but he embodies that freshness and rescue for her. Eunji often gets in her head and when her thoughts spiral there is no stopping it. Hobi knows this. He can almost read her mind when it happens and although he can’t stop the spiral either, he is able to distract her from it. He is incredibly good at reassuring her and taking her mind off of things. Eunji is fascinated every time because he always seems to know exactly what to say. He can calm her nerves with his mere existence and his words never fail to settle her doubts. He is her light at the end of the tunnel.

Hoseok knows how important he is to Eunji. Of course, he does. To him, Eunji is the responsible older sister, that puts others above herself. He always wants to give her love and care, making sure she is alright and healthy. She is the group’s therapist in many ways, and she is also his. Being seen as the ‘sunshine of the group’ is never an easy thing. Hobi felt like he had to smile no matter how he felt and that he always had to look happy. Eunji, being the mother-natured person she is, always led him drop the mask and feel his emotions without covering them. Therefore, it came naturally to him that he would be there for her too. Although their friendship is mainly laughter and happiness, they can talk about their feelings freely and show them to each other as well. Which is probably the reason they function so well.

special moment: (TW: Sickness, Symptoms of a Cold, mentions of weight)

Hoji are a wholesome duo. They are often funny and bright, especially when together and in front of the camera. But they are also incredibly perceptive.

Hobi was having a horrible day. He hadn’t slept well and had woken up with a headache. He had practiced dancing the night before and it had left him with a load of insecurities. He felt as though he was to uncoordinated, his dancing felt sluggish, and he worried he was losing his charm. But he also worried about his weight gain over the last month and had grown increasingly anxious about losing weight. So, his last day ended badly, and his new day began worse. Unfortunately, it was this exact day, that would be filmed almost entirely.

The day seemed to never pass by. Even the morning stretched endlessly in Hobi’s mind. As he sits down at the kitchen table, he has no appetite and feels quite drowsy. The group around him is too loud for his liking, despite him usually enjoying a cheerful atmosphere. Hobi hadn’t even noticed the camera man but when he did he desperately tried to fake a smile.

Suddenly there is a steaming cup of tea in front of him and a hand on his back. As he looks up he meets eyes with Eunji. “Hey, I made this for you. Have a sip, it should already be cool enough,” she encourages him. Hesitantly he takes a sip and lets the warm liquid soothe his sore throat. Goosebumps form on his skin and he sighs deeply. “I think you should wear something thicker, like a hoodie. You seem cold and the weather isn’t nice,” she explains. He nods, not fully registering what she is saying.

After the long morning the group makes their way to the company building. As he leaves the van to enter the company he shivers. Only then does he realize he must’ve forgotten to change into a hoodie before leaving. He almost bumps into the camera as he steps out of the vehicle.

The group is at the company for some recordings, to which the cameraman is supposed to follow them. Hobi is dreading it. He can barely talk without a rasp how is he supposed to rap clearly? As the group reaches the studio he sits down on the couch and sighs deeply. His head is still pounding and his body aches from the hard practice the day before.

As the time passes Hobi is more and more dizzy. He zones out a lot and he seems close to passing out. He shivers as well, a tell-tale sign that he is cold on the leather couch. There are mumbles surrounding him, but he doesn’t have the energy to lift his head.

Suddenly there is a hand on his knee. “Hobi? Hey, let me help you put this on,” Eunji’s voice echoes through his head and he manages to sit up right. The older girl smiles at him and helps him slide on a hoodie. “Jimin and I will take you home, alright?” she adds, and he frowns. “But the recording and the filming,” he rasps, surprised at his own voice. Eunji winces. “Yeah no, that isn’t happening today. Not for you anyways,” she answers.

As the two guide Hobi back to the dorm, without the camera, he grows increasingly less conscious. When he is finally in his bed Eunji begins to prepare a pot of tea alongside some other things like blankets, thick clothes, and calming music. She had decided to take Jimin home with her as well, because the younger seemed a little sick himself. So, she puts him in the other bed since he and Hobi share a room anyways.

Jimin is the first to fall asleep after Eunji helped both of them get settled in warm clothes and a fluffy blanket. She helps J-Hope drink some tea and sighs. “So, do you want to tell me why you practiced till three in the morning last night?” she asks and softly combs a hand through his hair. His surprise is expected by Eunji, she knew that he thought he was discreet. “How do you” – he interrupts himself and sighs – “I didn’t get the results I had wanted.” After his confession he takes another sip of tea. Eunji stays quiet for a moment, taking in his words and trying to make sense of them.

“This isn’t just about our new choreo, is it?” she asks and shifts closer to him. He hesitates. Unsure of what to say next or if he should say anything in the first place. Eunji doesn’t press, she simply continues to comb his hair. It takes minutes until Hobi answers. “It’s about my dancing. Or my body. Maybe it is both! Or simply none. I just think I’m losing the charm in my dancing and that would be horrible because it could ruin the groups image! I have gained so much weight recently and it all just burdens you and the guys and-”

This time Eunji interrupts him with a soft ‘Hey’. His rambling dies down and he locks eyes with her. She offers a reassuring smile. “Move over a little,” she asks him, and he complies. She shifts into the bed with him, letting him cuddle against her side and holding him. It stays quiet a little while Eunji searches for the right words. “It’s okay to be frustrated. You remember when I started my dance training, right?” she asks, and he can’t suppress the giggle that escapes him. Taking this as enough of an answer she chuckles and continues: “We all get frustrated with our work and our bodies somedays. But I assure you Hobi, your charm has not left you and your body looks as good as ever.”

Hobi stays quiet, cuddling into Eunji’s side. Eunji speaks up again, not quite sure her words have reached him yet. “I mean it Hobi. You are so talented, and I love watching you dance! There has never been any dancer like you in the industry and there will never be another!” She praises and he giggles but she squeezes him a bit. She is serious. “And you are so, so, so good looking! The fans keep on swooning over you and so do I! I constantly have to fight for my position as your number one fan! Just because you are so ridiculously talented and handsome!” she whines at the end. He slaps her arm and pouts. “Stop it! You’re making me blush!” he complains but laughs right after. “That means it’s working.” “Thank you.”

It grows quiet again. This time it is calmer. Hobi seems more relaxed in her arms, and she sighs. “Can you sing for me?” he suddenly asks. And who is Eunji to deny him this?

nicknames Army gave them: Sun & Moon, Sunshine & Moonlight Twins, Opposite Twins

love language: She is…

giving: words of affirmation/quality time receiving: physical touch/acts of service  hoji ‘thing’: piggyback rides & calling each other in livestreams

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#EUNMIN – Gwan Eunji & Park Jimin

“Ah, Jiminie. He is a very supportive person, but he is also overly hard on himself. I wish he could see himself through my eyes once in a while. He is exactly how I imagined a younger brother would be. He is so cute. But he is possessive, I got to say.”

contact name: Jiminie 🐣

Jimin and Eunji have the typical sibling dynamic. Eunji is the big sister to the Maknae Line and therefore also to Jimin. Pre-debut, they had some trouble getting used to each other. Jimin was incredibly shy and hesitant around her. The fact that Yoongi and Eunji seemed to have a difficult relationship also made Jimin more uncertain. Eunji was honestly confused at first, thinking he doesn’t like her. But she figured out quite quickly that he was just so shy and unsure how to talk to her. She tried to make it easier for him by starting conversation first and trying her best to seem more approachable. It helped a litter and the two at least talked about work.

After debut the two began to get close. Jimin felt in awe about his Noona. She had so much patience with him and the other two Maknaes. She never pushed them to interact with her and he began to feel more comfortable around her. Eventually Jimin grew quite protective of Eunji and even got a little possessive over her. She thinks it’s adorable, really. But that doesn’t mean he can’t be taken seriously. He is, in fact, very serious when it comes to protecting his Noona. He always makes sure to be around her in public spaces, keeping his arm around her waist and staring anyone down who even dares come close. The group has made fun of his possessiveness many times and he always laughs but it doesn’t seem like he will stop any time soon. For him, Eunji is this caring older sister that he needs to keep safe. He wouldn’t want anything ever happening to her and he makes sure to let anyone know. It is his way of showing love towards her, because he and the Maknae-Line tease and prank her a lot.

Eunji loves Jimin. She genuinely thinks he is such a precious soul, and she wants to keep him in her pocket. While he functions as her bodyguard she is his therapist. She makes sure his soul and body are well taken care of. Reminding him to eat, forcing him to take breaks and reassuring him verbally. That’s her job. She is the mom of the group, and she lives up to that name. She is just as protective of him as he is of her, just in different ways. She isn’t the offence kind of fighter; she is more like the passive kind of healer. She protects him from himself. His thoughts and doubts, that spiral into physical exhaustion and personal torture. She knows because she has been there. And that is why this duo is so unique and popular. Mostly because you have protective Jiminie, but also because you have mother Eunji.

special moment: (TW: wrist injury, shooting, gunshots, gunshot wound)

Eunmin are popular for a couple of reasons. One is, as mentioned, the protectiveness (sometimes even possessiveness) from Jimin towards his Noona. Another one is the motherly care that Eunji displays towards Jimin (and the other two Maknaes).

These are noticeable in small things. Some moments are tiny, others are so big they even make it into headlines of news articles.

It is a Run BTS episode. The group was loudly discussing the results of a game and who had actually won now. Eunji wasn’t taking part in this discussion, preferring to sit silently and watch the drama. The loud screaming was bothering her, but she wouldn’t mention it. It was not a pressing issue to her. She leans forwards to grab her water bottle only to find it empty. She sighs. There are new bottles a few meters away, but she is practically caged in her seat due to the studio set up. “Can you give me the water?” she asks into the room, but the arguing drowns it out. She tries to reach and grab the new bottles, unsuccessfully. “Hey, can one of you give me a water bottle?” she asks again. No response, again. But then she meets eyes with Jimin. “Hey, quiet!” he suddenly raises his voice slightly and the group grow quiet. He looks at her, waiting for her to say what she tried to say. Eunji smiles and points to the water bottles. “Can you give me a bottle?” Jungkook, who stands closest to them, immediately offers it to her. She thanks him with a smile before turning to Jimin. He seemed satisfied and she throws him a quick grateful smile.

Jimin is known for having a interesting relationship with chairs and the ground. Whether it is falling from chairs, randomly laying on the ground, or even kicking himself off of chairs. He also has a strong tendency to slip on stage and he does so quite regularly. So, once again, while on stage it began to rain. “Oh, come on. We haven’t even finished the sound check yet,” Hobi whines and is joined by a grumpy Yoongi. “Can we sit down backstage and just do the sound check there?” But he is denied. Meanwhile, the Maknae-Line is clearly enjoying the new weather. They are moonwalking and dancing to songs that are related to rain while singing them. And Jimin decides to slide along the stage. Bad idea. The stage is so slippery that he loses his balance, crashes into Namjoon, and falls to the ground. Eunji, within a split second, is next to him. “Are you okay?” she asks, already pressing down on his ankles and legs to find injuries. “Yeah,” Jimin answers but doesn’t attempt to get up. Eunji frowns and takes his hands in hers, feeling his wrists. He flinches as she presses onto his left wrist. Her face softens. “You’re hurt. Come on, lets get you an ice pack,” she suggests and ushers him backstage.

After the group had come back from dance practice, Eunji had started a livestream in her room. She had decided to start a new painting and was doing this live. While having lo-fi music playing in the back she was humming and painting peacefully. After a while Jimin had joined her, quietly beginning to read comments. “He worked really hard in practice today, Army,” Eunji praises Jimin causing him to smirk and blush. “Have you eaten yet?” she asks him, eyes focusing on him now. He turns to her and nods. “Yeah. I just did, actually,” he answers truthfully. She nods, satisfied with that answer. It had been at least two hours since dance practice. “Good. You need the energy, especially after such tough practice,” she continues. Jimin stays quiet before turning to her once again. “Did you eat already?” he asks. Eunji pauses. “Ah, not yet,” she admits and turns to Jimin, who looks at her with a raised brow. “I am planning to after the livestream!” she defends herself and turns back to the canvas. Jimin turns to the phone, smiles, and waves. “See you soon Army. I will have to feed Noona!” “Ay!” With that the livestream was ended and Eunji posted later on: ‘Have been fed and well taken care off. Don’t worry Army <3’

Throughout 2016 it had gotten clear that Eunji was facing a lot more hate than the company could handle at the time. People were sued due to spreading false rumors or sending hateful messages and harassing Eunji. But even that didn’t stop them. Death threats weren’t noticed or dismissed because the company was overwhelmed with all the hate. By early 2017 it had gotten out of control. The group had just arrived back in Seoul, making their way through the relatively crowded airport. Jimin has his arm wrapped around her waist, as always, and talking with her about the upcoming days. “I really want to get a spa treatment, would you come with me?” he asks. The next six days would be free, and the group had individual plans for them. Eunji gasps. “Sure! I could need some good messages and facial treatments!” she agrees with a bright smile.

Suddenly a loud shot rings out, quickly followed by panicked screams. Before Jimin can even fully register what is happening he feels Eunji collapse against him. He panics, quickly rushing towards nearest wall for cover. He leans against it, watching as all of the people including his members, duck for cover. Then his eyes go to Eunji. “O-oh god! Oh no, no, no, no!” he whispers as he finds her with a bleeding wound on her shoulder. He quickly slides her down the wall and grabs her face. “Noona?!” he asks, panic evident in his shaking voice. To his utmost relief she opens her eyes and nods. “It’s alright. I’ll be alright,” she reassures, although the pain drives tears in her eyes. “Y-yeah you will be! Of course, you will be!” There are sirens in the back and Jimin fears the attacker might still be around. He turns to look at his members, Namjoon is the first who catches his eyes. “She has been shot!” Jimin whisper-yells. The following shock that etches onto his members faces must be reflecting his own. “I’m okay!” Eunji tries to reassure but it sounds weak. Jimin immediately turns his attention back to her.

“This will hurt. I’m sorry,” he apologizes before pressing down against the wound. A scream erupts from Eunji’s lips but then she tries to even her breaths. Jimin feels guilty and almost pulls back but she shakes her head at him. “It’s okay. You’re doing good,” she reassures him and smiles. The ten minutes it takes the ambulance to arrive at the longest ten minutes of Jimin’s life. Only once the doctor told him that she would be okay, did he take a breath of relief.

nicknames Army gave them: Eunji’s bodyguard, Child #1

love language: She is…

giving: Words of Affirmation/Acts of Service receiving: Physical Touch/Acts of Service   eunmin ‘thing’: arm around waist & cheek kisses/squishes

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#TAEUN – Gwan Eunji & Kim Taehyung

“Tae is a lot like me. I see a lot from me in Tae. Maybe that is why we get along? It worries me sometimes. I hope he doesn’t forget about himself and that he can do with his life what he wants to. Because I forgot that at one point.”

contact name: Taedy Bear 🐻

Taehyung and Eunji have a sibling like relationship. The Maknae-Line x Eunji all give Sibling vibes but something about Taeun is interesting to see. Like Eunji said herself, they are very alike. They might not be twins but they do have personalities that could be siblings. As mentioned, the Maknae-Line was hesitant to approach Eunji pre-debut. Tae was 17 years old and this cheerful and smiley kid, but he was too shy to talk to girls or women. He reminds Eunji a lot of herself. And again, these two took a long time to get close and when they finally did, it was post-debut. They eventually began to talk more because Taehyung had found Eunji painting in the living room and got curious. He had sat next to her, surprising her and himself, and asked what she was doing. The two then sat there for a couple of hours, Eunji explaining and teaching Taehyung how to paint.

Taeun’s dynamic is a bit difficult to explain. They are the only duo in the group that actually could be siblings. They don’t just look alike but they also act similar. For every holiday she went with Tae to his family and his parents love Eunji like their own child. They also both went through experiences in their idol career that changed them drastically. For Eunji, it was her dating scandal and the tragedy that followed. For Tae, there might’ve not been a specific situation but the hate and pressure that he received over years. Two happy kids turning into broken adults. Tae reminds Eunji of herself because of this reason exactly. They went from smiley and happy to more reserved and calculated. And all Eunji wants is for Tae to be happy and healthy. Which she has stated often and clearly for everyone to understand.

Taeun’s dynamic is a bit difficult to explain. They are the only duo in the group that actually could be siblings. They don’t just look alike but they also act similar. For every holiday she went with Tae to his family and his parents love Eunji like their own child. They also both went through heavy emotional changes in those years. Two happy kids turning into broken adults. Tae reminds Eunji of herself because of this reason exactly. And all Eunji wants is for Tae to be happy and healthy. Which she has stated often and clearly for everyone to understand.

He is also the perfect example of her ‘I don’t like skinship, but you are an exception’ mindset. She will let him seek physical touch from her. Whether it’s hugs, holding hands, kisses or cuddling. She will let him do it. She lets him hug her for sleep as well, which prompted him to come over to her bed a lot once he found out. He is also one of the first people she told about her parents and what happened. It was also Tae that went to visit her orphanage with her, when she went to donate the next Christmas. He is like her emotional support teddy (teady) bear.

special moment:

Taeun have many moments on camera that show the positive development of their friendship. Especially during long time shows like Run BTS. Most Armys have been introduced to shows like ‘In the Soop’ or ‘Bon Voyage’.  

During Bon Voyage there is a situation, where Namjoon and Taehyung have to share a bed. Due to Taehyung’s subconscious affection while sleeping he hugs Namjoon. But the older doesn’t appreciate it and tells this to Taehyung the next morning.

Eunji, who heard the commotion, offers a solution. “I can switch with you, Namjoon,” she suggests as she enters the room. Her room is close by and has a single bed. Namjoon turns to her, face scrunched into a frown. “Are you sure? I thought you don’t like hugs,” he claims and glances at Taehyung. Eunji doesn’t hesitate and give him a determined nod. “I’m sure.”

After both Namjoon and Eunji have packed their bags and switched the rooms, Eunji sits down on the edge of the bed. She looks at Taehyung, whose face shows confusion and worry. “Don’t take his words personally. He finds physical intimacy too personal for friendships, we have to accept that,” she explains and quietly begins to unpack.

“You don’t have to sacrifice your privacy for me. I can take your room or the couch or something,” he tries to suggest and gets up from the bed. Eunji pauses her unpacking and turns to him again. “Ah come on, Tae,” she breathes out and for a moment the two just look at each other. Then she grins at him and adds: “Don’t be ridiculous. You just want the single bed, hm? Yeah, you thought.” This draws a surprised chuckle out of Taehyung, and he shakes his head amused.

In the evening, after successfully unpacking and spending the day together as group, Eunji is getting ready for bed. When she enters the bedroom she finds Tae, already in bed, laying as far on the edge as possible. She frowns, climbing into the bed and cuddling into the soft covers. “You don’t need to keep five feet away. I have nothing contagious,” she jokes, and he turns his head towards her. She smiles and waves him closer. Hesitantly he shifts more onto the bed.

She feels that he is still tense, even after she turns out the light and settles for sleep. His shoulder are tense, his breathing dangerously quiet and his back turned towards her. Cautiously she shifts closer. “Would you like me to hold you?” she asks in a whisper. His head snaps to her, eyes wide and full of shock. “W-what?! I-you don’t need to!” He answers quickly but Eunji tilts her head. “You didn’t answer my question,” she states calmly and smiles. He stays quiet, seemingly thinking about it. Until his hesitant eyes meet her determined ones. “Would you?” he whispers, barely audible. She chuckles. “Of course, dumbass. Why would I ask otherwise?” she responds and shifts even closer. “Can I?” she asks, and he nods way too quickly, which she finds adorable. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, and he shuffles to get comfortable. They end up with his arms wrapped around her waist, his head on her chest and her arms around his shoulders. She softly plays with his hair and hums a few melodies. It doesn’t take long until he is sound a sleep and she follows soon after.

Probably one of their biggest ship moments, not gonna lie.

nicknames Army gave them: Siblings, Mamma Bear & Baby Bear

love language: She is…

giving: physical touch/quality time receiving: physical touch/acts of service  taeun ‘thing’: skincare routine together & hugs (while sleeping)

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#EUNKOOK – Gwan Eunji & Jeon Jungkook

“Jungkook is my baby. Big baby I should say. My boy has grown into a handsome man, has he not? With the tattoos and piercings, the long hair, and muscles. It’s hard to accept that he is an adult, but he is so mature, right? We should recognize him for it.”

contact name: Big Baby Bunny 💪🐇

Jungkook and Eunji pretty much have a mother and son relationship. Since Jungkook was so young when he debuted, Eunji wanted to make sure he was going to be okay. With that goal in mind, she and Jungkook went to his hometown where Eunji formally introduced herself to his family. She wanted to meet them in person, exchange phone numbers and maybe learn a bit about Jungkook to help him in the future. His parents loved her, obviously. They immediately felt at ease, knowing she will be looking over their boy. His mother cooked with Eunji and even gave her some family recipes. That pretty much shows how devoted Eunji is to make Jungkook feel comfortable. Especially because the Maknae-Line was keeping their distance pre-debut. What can I say, these two got close fast.

In the beginning she really babied him a lot. I mean, he was a baby. But to be fair, she actually became more of a mom. She taught him to do his own laundry, make doctor’s appointments, cook, and even drive. She also helped him study and do his homework. She did have to scold him sometimes, but she was always gentle and loving. And funnily enough, the fans have noticed. There are things that Jungkook does, that the fans realized comes from Eunji. Certain habits, manners, or sentences. He actively quotes her sometimes. Jungkook back than was sometimes annoyed by her, which she accepted and backed off. To which he would realize that she was a big help and come to ask for her again. She never took it personally. Due to her experiences with the orphanage children, she understood. She knew how to handle kids well and Jungkook was her kid now.

The older Jungkook got, the more independent did he become. At first it was hard for Eunji to grasp but she quickly adapted to him maturing. She probably is his biggest supporter and never wanted him to feel suffocated or too babied. So, when he eventually turned an adult and matured a lot, she let him and watched proudly. She can never help the proud smile when he accomplishes something or just whenever she sees him honestly. She brags about him a lot. ‘He grew up so well, didn’t he? Ah, such a gentleman.’ She loves Jungkook and knowing that he is an adult now, doesn’t change that. But she never takes credit for raising him. She is convinced he did most of it by himself.

For Jungkook Eunji has always been the big sister that took on his mother’s role when he left. He appreciates her a lot. More than he could ever say. Don’t get him wrong, the boys did an amazing job raising him. It was just different with Eunji. She just knew what to do in every situation. He got mad at her for caring ‘too much’? She stepped back and gave him space to think. Then he thought about it and realized she was a big help. So, in a way, she humbled him in the humblest way possible. By listening to what he said, even when it was obviously stupid. Despite being grown up now and being a big boy, he still seeks her comfort. He likes being babied once in a while, especially by her. Eunji complies, of course. Jungkook always gives huge credit to Eunji for the person he is today.

Without her, it would’ve been difficult sometimes. There were topics that he was embarrassed about and that he didn’t want to tell his Hyungs. And to whom would a teenager usually go? Right, their mother. For him, it was Eunji first until he got a chance to call his mom. And she did a good job. Eunji never judged him for ‘embarrassing things’ or ‘stupid questions’. Which is why they are so close, even to this day.

special moment:

Eunji pretty much raised Jungkook and over the years they spend together they have grown incredibly close. Especially through the teenage years. The struggles of growing up in the entertainment industry were heavy on Jungkook but Eunji made sure to take care of him.

Eunji is sitting in the living room of the dorm. She is freely chatting with Jin and joking around. Jimin and Tae are also there but focused on their game. Yoongi is at the studio and Namjoo and Jhope are going to get food and Yoongi to go back to the dorm. Suddenly there is a timid tap on her shoulder. When she looks up she finds Jungkook. His head is low, eyes only hesitantly looking at her, and his hands are fidgeting. Eunji frowns, worry building up at the image. “Hey, are you okay?” she asks and turns her body towards him. He nods quickly. “Yes! C-can I ask you something?” he asks, stuttering a little. Eunji, still concerned, gets up and nods. “Sure!” she answers. But he hesitates once again. “Privately?” he whispers.

Eunji is surprised but leads him into the shared bedroom of the group. They sit down on the lower bunk bed and Eunji turns to him. He scratches his neck and shifts. Eunji can tell he is nervous. “You can ask me anything, Kookie. I promise I won’t make fun of you, and I won’t tell anyone,” she reassures and softly nudges his shoulder. He takes a deep breath and turns his eyes back to her. “Okay. Ehm, how do I make – how can I ask this?” He asks himself and frowns. Eunji gives him a minute to think. “How do I shave the best way?” he asks, cringing right after. But Eunji immediately understands the issue. “Okay, that alright. Don’t worry, it is totally normal to not know these things,” she reassures. He seems relieved and breathes out deeply.

She gets up and grabs a small bag before returning to him. She opens the bag and pulls out her razor and waxing strips. When she looks at the Maknae he seems intrigued. “I’m sure you know that you could shave with a razor,” she states, and he nods. “I personally prefer waxing, since it helps avoid certain problems with shaving and it is a bit more effective in removing hair for a long time,” she explains, and he listens carefully. “Does waxing hurt?” he asks. Eunji coos at his expression, pinching his cheek a little. “It does a little, not gonna lie. But if you want we can try a small part on the leg first?” she suggests. Eagerly Jungkook agrees. Eunji smiles. “Don’t ever feel embarrassed for asking this stuff, yeah? I’ll try my best to answer them.”

The stadium is empty. The only people there are staff and BTS. Speaking of, Jungkook is currently getting ready to practice the Euphoria Performance where he flies over the stadium. Eunji is standing in front of the stage, her arms folded on stage as she leans on it. There is a cameraman next to her, making sure to record everything while another camera was busy filming Jungkook. “You look so professional,” Eunji compliments after Jungkook just finished talking to staff and tying himself to the pole. His head turns to her, eyes big and shining. “You think?” he asks, excitement shining through. Eunji laughs. “Of course!” As he is lifted into the air he squeals with excitement. Eunji chuckles nervously. “Hold onto that tightly, yeah?” she almost pleads with him. He looks down at shows her a thumbs up. Namjoon steps next to Eunji, both watching their Maknae flying through the air and singing his song. “He grew up so fast,” Eunji mumbles. “Yeah he did,” he agrees. In that moment, Jungkook waves excitedly at the two. Eunji breaks into a big smile and waves back. “You look amazing, Kookie!” she yells up to him and his smile grows even bigger.

In a livestream, Eunji is chatting with fans and reading comments. “Where is Jungkook?” she reads out a comment. A smile forms on her face. “He called me earlier, asking if I was still doing a livestream today. I said yes and he wanted to come. But he is still working out right now,” she explains. She focuses back on the comments as praises and cute comments about Jungkook and Eunkook come in. “Jungkook still baby,” she reads out. A chuckle leaves her. “He is a very soft person. But,” – she interrupts her sentence to take a sip of her drink and then look at the camera more seriously – “he is a handsome and grown up man now. He still has parts of the kid from 10 years ago in him, but he has grown so much. We, you too Army, should acknowledge that, right?” she asks but it is more a rhetorical question. As she reads more comments she laughs out. “How does it feel to have raised the most amazing man on the planet?” she reads out and flashes a big smile at the camera. “Good question. I feel very proud, but he has always been an amazing person. He grew up so well and I will never stop being proud of him.”

It's Festa 2022 and the group is sitting around a table with drinks and food. The conversations have been mixed with funny and relaxed topics but also emotional and personal themes. Right now, the boys are arguing who raised Jungkook the best. “Obviously it’s me! I paid for all his food!” Jin argues and gestures at Yoongi. The younger side eyes his friend and states: “But I have raised him more. We spend so much time together.” “I am sure I raised him the best,” Hobi intervenes and sips his drink. “I mean I spend all my time with him,” he adds.

Meanwhile, Eunji is leaning back in her chair and watching with amusement. For her, this discussion is pointless, but she enjoys the entertainment from it anyways. Suddenly Jimin intervenes: “I believe Eunji Noona raised Jungkook the most.” The group goes quiet. Taehyung agrees with nodding and eats a piece of pork. Eunji chuckles. “I am not a part in this discussion,” she says. The boys begin to ponder on if Eunji should now voice her opinion or not, which makes Eunji giggle more. This is amusing to her. But then something makes them all shut up. “I also think Eunji Noona raised me the best,” Jungkook says. Everyone goes silent. You could hear a pin drop. Eunji laughs at the others’ faces. “Look what you did, Kookie,” she accuses the younger, who just shrugs.

“I actually am really grateful for Noona. I wasn’t easy as a kid and she always knew what to say or do. I feel that Noona was made to be a mother,” – Eunji chuckles at that and Jungkook smiles – “because she raised me as a mother, and, even when I don’t always show it, I couldn’t be more thankful,” he explains. Eunji listens, eyes tearing up and she softly caresses his cheek with the back of her hand. “Why so emotional today, Jk?” Jimin teases but even that doesn’t stop Jungkook from making sure that everyone knows he is serious. “Because I barely say it. I think I should say it more often. I am grateful for all of you raising me and you had a great impact on me,” he continues. Eunji wipes the stray tears of her cheeks and cradles the back of his head. “Oh, and my mom is also very happy about you raising me,” he adds, looking at Eunji. The group erupts in laughs and chuckles. Eunji smiles and softly scratches his head.

nicknames Army gave them: Mother-son, Eunji’s big baby/boy

love language: She is…

giving: acts of service/words of affirmation receiving: physical touch/quality time eunkook ‘thing’: sitting in each other’s lap & caretaking (washing hair, cooking dinner, removing makeup, etc.)

🤎🧡🤎🧡🤎🧡🤎🧡🤎🧡🤎🧡

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A Night's Hum

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Summary: A chance encounter with a handsome stranger might just be the remedy you need. At least for a night.

Warnings: MINORS DNI, smut, dirty talk, protected piv, oral (m and f receiving), cumplay, pet names (mostly in Spanish), references to anxiety and loneliness, allusions to reader being in a difficult situation and state of mind (not dubcon!), alcohol, Javi being sweet even when and after being a menace bc it's canon

Word count: 6.7k

a/n: I haven't written a fic in about 8 years but I really wanted to start writing again - and who better to write for than Javi!!

Slow. Falling in love with Javier Peña was slow. 

Your first encounter with Javier started fast, though. 

A chance meeting in a bar, two bodies solitary in a crowd of more bodies, loneliness thrumming through them. Solitary, until the smile. 

The smirk, really. 

The Javi smirk, the practiced one. Not the smile he gives to you now, the one you know is involuntary, that he never realises he’s doing. No, that wasn’t the smile he gave you then. 

The smirk lingered as he brought a glass of whiskey up to his lips, finishing the liquid he had been swirling in the condensed glass before sauntering over to stand at the seat beside you. 

“This seat taken?” Almost sultry, almost enough to make you giggle, if it had been a little less cheesy and a little less overdone.

But you ignore that. Ignore the exasperated sigh that wants to escape your lips. Because you went drinking with purpose tonight. Because the man before you was, at least, handsome. 

“It could be.” You offer a smirk matching his as you take a sip of your own drink. 

“I’d like it to be.” 

So it became his seat. You were lonely, he was alone, and that was enough for you tonight. 

“You from out of Colombia?” He asked.

“Yeah, you?” Another sip. 

“Yeah, Texas originally.” He offered. “I’ve been here for a while though.” 

You nodded at that, trying to keep the conversation going, trying to keep the stranger at your side there for at least a little longer. “You moved here for work, or…?” 

His gaze shifted then, moving to the bartender to request another drink. “Yeah.”

A silence fell momentarily between you, awkward, stifled, and you began to feel embarrassment crawl up your neck at the fact that you couldn’t talk. Had it been that long? You went to a bar to try get laid and you couldn’t even keep a conversation going?

“Javier Peña.” He stretched his hand out, breaking the silence with an introduction that should have probably been done at the beginning of your conversation. You gave him your own name, reaching your hand out to meet his. 

The gesture was so formal that you would have laughed if it hadn’t been for the way that simple touch made your body tingle, his warm calloused hand lingering on yours too long to be innocent, too long to be as formal as it probably looked to the outside eye. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Javier.”

The awkwardness evaporated soon after the belated introductions.  

It was fast, an hour of conversation, maybe two, and then the tension that had been thrumming in the air all night began to take home in bodies instead.

It was easy to ignore at first, the flirty conversation providing a distraction from how handsome he was, how soothing his voice was, focusing your attention on how well he chose his words instead.  

But the tension eventually became unbearable. The thrumming became dizzying, and his words soon started to feel less like speech and more like touch. Every syllable landed heavily on your skin, accompanied by his hand that had taken purchase just above your knee, featherlight touch igniting a fire deep in your belly.

And maybe, if you hadn’t been so lonely, you would have had some more self-control, would’ve chastised yourself for hanging onto every word and every touch this man before you was willing to provide for the night. But, as it was, you were lonely, and definitely past the point of self-control or restraint. 

You couldn’t help it, really, when he touched you teasingly soft, spoke just as soft and teasingly, the simple sentences followed by hermosa, princesa, and that fucking low hum any time he asked a question or wanted you to know he was listening. 

So it wasn’t your fault when you let him enter the walls of your home.

He moved around your living room, pretending to admire the decor even though you had been in Colombia for only a month and the place was almost as empty as it had been when you first entered it. 

It was stupid, letting a man you barely knew into your home, in a country that you barely knew how to navigate anymore. But as it were, you were going to be stupid. At least tonight. 

“I like what you’ve done with the place.” He said, tone deceivingly innocent as he came to a halt, standing in the living room he’d pretended to be interested in. 

“Mm, yeah? You like what I’ve done with the place?” You could only offer a weak smirk, teasing his weak attempt at pretending he cared about how your home looked. 

You moved to the kitchen, also pretending; pretending that the invitation for a drink ‘at my place’ had meant just that and nothing more. 

“Yeah, the walls, they’re freshly painted, right? Pretty colour, it suits you.” Blue. The walls had been blue, then. You had painted them a week before, convincing yourself that it would make the new space feel more like your own. That it would offer some semblance of peace and control to a life that no longer felt like your own.

And maybe his comment should have rang alarm bells for you. The fact that the man before you, despite his supposed indifference, was ridiculously observant and dissective, should have maybe put you on edge, raised your defences.

But it was a night of stupidity, of soul-crushing loneliness, and you were going to keep being stupid. You were going to keep playing along until the void clawing away at you was placated enough to sit back in its cage. 

“Yeah, I painted them last week. Thought my walls should be as pretty as me.” 

“Mm, so that’s why the colour is so pretty,” he teased, “a pretty lady lives in them and paints them so well.” 

Pretty. You’d said it first. His compliment shouldn’t have affected you as much as it did. But it had.  Maybe it was how long it had been since a man that you found handsome called you pretty. Maybe it was just the way he said it, the way it rolled off his tongue. 

You finally picked up your glass and his, moving toward him to give him his own. “What about you, you paint your walls a pretty colour?” 

His gaze tracks your walk toward him, and he takes his own step toward you, reaching out to take his cup from your outstretched hand. But the glass never leaves your hand, staying between you both, his hand wrapped around yours to keep the glass between you. 

“I haven’t painted a house in a long time, hermosa.”

“No?” 

“I prefer painting pretty women.” He let out, gaze dropping from your eyes to your lips and chest before travelling back up. 

And maybe you would have laughed at the unexpected comment, or would’ve shook your head in disbelief at his audacity to make such a crude innuendo when you asked him about painting. 

But you didn’t laugh. 

Instead, you took a step closer to him. 

His body was so close now that it forced the cold glass to press against your chest and his, trapped between you both as it remained held in both of your hands. 

The glass in your other hand, your own, stayed low, separating your legs from his. It was a poor attempt at minimising physical contact, at slowing things down. Wanting this to last longer. 

“Yeah? You like portrait art?” You teased him, voice low and sultry, not quite a whisper yet. 

He smirked at you. “I think you know what I mean, hermosa.” His free hand moves toward the cup you held in your other hand, trying to move it out of the way so he could finally feel you pushed closer onto him. 

But you take a step back, smirk lingering on your face as you move your hand out from under his, leaving his drink in his hand. You pull your own glass up to take a sip. 

“You’re not going to drink, Javi? I invited you for a drink, no?” 

“What are we drinking, princesa?” He asked, deciding to play along. 

“Water.”

A laugh choked out of him mid sip, both from your answer and from the taste that confirmed his drink was, in fact, water. 

“Water?” He started teasing again. “I was hoping for something more fun, princesa. We left the bar for water?” 

“I want to be as sober as possible when we do move onto doing something more fun.” You tilted your head to the side, placing your now empty cup down onto the table. 

His smirk dimmed, though it didn’t disappear, and his gaze roamed your body as he continued drinking. 

“Yeah? More fun?” He mumbled, moving toward you. He placed his cup down beside yours.

“More fun.” You repeated, body moving to press closer to his.

Your gaze moved between his eyes and lips, unable to decide which view was better; the heavy and intense look that was overtaking his eyes, or the lips that were already parting, ready to consume you. 

“You gonna make me paint you?” He mumbled, gaze mimicking yours, moving between your eyes and lips.

“Not gonna make you do anything.” You mumbled, lips almost touching. “Gonna let you do whatever you want to me.”

The dilemma didn’t last long after that; his lips touched yours and your eyes couldn’t stay open to gaze at either his lips or eyes any longer.

You tried to pace yourself, tried to act as though it hadn’t been months since you’d been touched, but then his hands grabbed at your waist, pulling you flush against him, and you couldn’t stop the sharp exhale that forced its way out of you. 

And he held you there, chest to chest, completely against each other as he continued kissing you. And now you could smell him, could feel just how warm he was, and you felt that dizziness from earlier return tenfold. 

You pulled away for barely a second, “do you want to move to my room?” 

“No.” He shook his head, barely managing to give his answer before he crashed his lips back into yours, kisses growing needier, heavier, before moving away. 

He stepped back from you, and you watched with furrowed brows, worried that this man was about to leave you after dousing your body in gasoline. 

But then he smirked at you, sitting down on the couch and staring up at you with a raised brow. “You just gonna stand there staring at me, hermosa?” 

You walked over to him, slowly, acting as though the thought of him leaving without making you come had not just made your heart drop. 

You stopped right before him, the smirk unable to quite make its way across your face even though you desperately wanted to seem less frenzied, less like you needed it. 

“No, but you can sit and stare for a little if you like.” You teased, playing with the hem of your dress before running your hands up your sides and cupping your breasts. “Take some inspiration for your portraits, hm?”

But the teasing was pointless, you were already making your way closer to him, ready to crawl onto his lap and sit on his growing erection, straining through his tight jeans. 

He pulled you onto him, legs on either side of his waist, as his hands splayed on your thighs, rubbing at the crease. “Wanna do more than look, hermosa.” He muttered, moving in to kiss you slower than he had before. 

His lips trailed away from yours, moving across your jawline and down your neck. His teeth nipped at the sides, not hard enough to leave marks but enough to increase the damp spot that was already soaking your panties.

His hands travelled across your thighs, rubbing and grabbing them until the heat from the touch of his hands was felt everywhere he wasn’t touching, too. 

And it was your own fault. You made the whole night a teasing competition, trying to take things as slow as possible so you could feel the satisfaction of the night for longer than a few minutes. 

But now it was agonising; now you were regretting all the teasing. 

You pushed him further into the couch, distancing your body from his so that you could trail your hands from his shoulders downward, undoing each button on his shirt slowly, one by one. His skin, his soft belly, the trail of hair leading to his jeans, all exposed to your eyes. 

You moved your lips back onto his, hands on his chest as he removed his shirt the rest of the way, throwing it somewhere haphazardly as he moved his hands to cradle your face. 

The action was so gentle it almost threw you off, almost made you stutter your kisses, but then you moved your hands low, low, lower, and now it was his turn to groan. 

The feel of your hand rubbing at his cock through his jeans caught his attention. He broke the kiss, looking down at where you were touching him. 

One hand remained on the juncture between your cheek and neck, still cradling, while his other hand made its way under your dress, trailing slowly until it reached the outline of your panties.

Your own head dropped, gaze falling from observing his crumpled expression to watching the movement of his hand, trying to trace it under your dress. 

Your foreheads pressed against each other as you both looked down, waiting, moving, observing with laboured breath as you were touching, being touched. 

And then his hand moved further in, fingers barely grazing your pussy, and you caught it, stopping him from touching you fully even though you desperately wanted him to. Needed him to. 

Moving your hand and his, you sat up to take off your dress, throwing it off somewhere else in the room. 

A smirk spread across his face, almost a smile from how dazed he had become from touching you, being touched by you. “Blue?” 

“Shut up.” That was the best you could manage. The laugh that escaped him told you it was a weak comeback, but you weren’t prepared to think of a new one. 

And the laughter hadn’t lasted long, the feeling of your barely clothed pussy on his clothed cock causing his laugh to stop as soon as it had started. 

You knew you were soaking him through the layers that separated you, knew that he could feel exactly how he had been affecting you all night. 

He moved his head down to nip at the flesh of your tits, still covered by your bra, sending shockwaves down your body, that throb that had started earlier on in the night growing increasingly more unbearable.

His hands moved on your back, up and down, not taking off your bra, teasing you still. Each touch was spreading the heat of your desire through your bloodstream until you couldn’t stand any part of your body not being touched by him.

You pushed your chest up, moving your tits further into his face as he rubbed his face on them, sucking on the flesh that was accessible to him. The stubble of his facial hair caused your face and body to burn, the friction of it spreading heat right to your pussy. 

“Don’t move.” He groaned out, landing a playful hit on your ass. You moaned at the contact, a pout spreading on your lips as you looked at him, eyes showcasing your growing frustration. 

“Javi, please.” You whined.

His lips moved to kiss you again, lips pressing against yours as he held your hands back to stop you from moving your chest further into him. Your legs were still spread wide to fit him between them, making more of your wetness move out of you and onto your panties, the fabric turning darker and darker. 

The dripping of your pussy was no longer bearable. 

“It hurts, Javi. I need you so fucking bad.” You finally confess, somewhere between a moan and whine, face hidden in his neck from the embarrassment of the confession. 

That tears a pained groan from him. “Yeah? Your pretty pussy hurts baby? Need me to make it feel better?” 

A choked moan leaves you. “Yes, Javi, please,” you whine, “need you to make it better.”

His hands let go of yours, knuckles brushing up and down the material of your panties as the other hand continues to trace teasing lines across your back. A gasp leaves your lips at the feeling, hips bucking up into his before quickly moving down again, a poor and futile attempt at preserving your dignity. 

His eyes moved between your face and soaked panties. 

“Yeah, it looks painful.” He nods, a pout mocking yours on his lips. “Can feel you throbbing in my fucking hand, hermosa.” He emphasises his statement by cupping your pussy, the roughness of the act bringing tears to your eyes, desperation clawing up your chest. 

“Don’t wanna throb in your hand Jav, wanna throb around your cock. Don’t you want that?” You give him the best doe eyes you can manage while on the brink of losing your mind. “Wanna choke your dick with my pussy, Javi.” You say as you lean to trail kisses down his neck, your chest pressed against his.

His hand finally moves to your bra, unclipping it and dropping it to the floor. He grabs your tits roughly, squeezing them with his hands. 

A loud moan tears through your mouth, eyes fluttering shut as the sensation shoots directly down your body. He pulls you further into him, hand spread on your back to keep you still, 

His lips wrap around one of your nipples, sucking on it lightly. He bites into it, licking it to soothe the ache that followed before going back to sucking, and then doing the same to the other one. 

You could barely breathe by this point, head so cloudy from the constant teasing, the slow build up that was a consequence of the stop-and-go you had kept up all night. 

“I need you to fuck me Javi.” You whined out, tugging his hair to pull him off, kissing him briefly before leaning back to finally move your hands between your bodies and finish what you started trying to do earlier.

Your hands reached for his belt buckle, fumbling with it momentarily before finally getting it undone. And Javi would have laughed then, too, but he couldn’t laugh anymore, the ache of his cock too painful. 

And then you pulled the zipper down, knuckles brushing against him so deliciously that he almost bucked into your hand, the tip leaking so much precome that it had made a mark on his boxers that rivaled the mark on your panties. 

And that was it for Javi. The patience, the teasing, the playing, he couldn’t keep doing it. Not when you already looked so fucked out and desperate. Not when he could see how the sight of his own covered arousal made you salivate again. Not when he could feel you throbbing and soaking through his clothes. 

Your panties were pulled down roughly, narrowly escaping being torn, and his jeans and boxers were pulled as far down as the man could manage without getting angry at the barrier, eventually falling to the ground.

He stroked himself while staring at your heaving chest. His eyes moved to your pussy, seeing the way it clenched around nothing in anticipation making his cock twitch and leak even more. 

You stopped him, then, suddenly snapping back to reality. “Wait.” You said, moving off him and walking away, legs shaky. 

And he stared after you confused, unable to understand why you were leaving. Had you changed your mind? Did he make you uncomfortable? 

But his analytical mind was stopped short when he saw you walk back into the room, a condom in hand and a smile on your face, one you attempted to smother by biting down on your lip. “I’m sorry, but you’re gonna have to wear a condom. As pretty as I am, and as much as I wanna feel your pretty cock in me, safety first, stranger.” 

And he let out a small huff of laughter then, both in relief and in amusement. “Yes, ma’am.” The smile finally bloomed across your lips, almost shy. 

Once the condom was secured, you moved back onto his lap, kissing him languidly and sighing at the returned contact. 

He pulled you further into his body, his cock pressed between his stomach and your pussy. You lifted yourself up, breaking the kiss to look down at where his cock was preparing to enter you. You held your breath, the anticipation making a numbness spread through your arms, all the blood in your body rushing to where he would soon touch you. 

He smirked at you then, though it was barely there, changing your positions so that you were laying you on your back as he propped himself up on top of you. 

He grabbed his cock, moving toward your pussy, and you thought he would finally do it, finally fuck you. 

But then he slapped your wet pussy with his cock, the wetness sounding out in the room before he even put it in you. If you had any dignity left, you probably would have been embarrassed. No, as it was right now, you were so turned on you were sure you would come from both the sound and feeling of that slap alone. And he kept doing it. Kept slapping your pussy with his heavy cock, each tap making contact with your clit, setting your body on fire. 

“Javi-” You started to whine, to complain, but then he pushed his cock into you. All in one swift motion. And if you were stupid before, you were definitely stupid now. 

It had been so long, and the lack of prep should have made it painful, the sheer size of him should have caused discomfort, at the least. 

But it was good. 

Your whole body went limp, the breath knocked out of you, eyes rolled back. And then he moved. Moments after entering you so roughly, he moved.

All you could do was cling onto him, moans and cries tearing out of you as he continued to fuck into you, each thrust pushing him impossibly deeper until you were sure you could feel him everywhere. 

“Fuck, so fucking tight hermosa, perfect fucking pussy just needed a cock to stretch her out, hm?” 

It only made you tighter, the way he spoke to you. 

The coarse hair lining his belly and crowning his cock rubbed your clit with each thrust. It wasn’t long until you could feel that familiar build-up low in your belly, pussy clenching around his cock as it twitched in response, a grunt leaving his lips. 

“You gonna fucking cum, hm? So fast? You like being fucked like this, princesa? Like a man you barely know fucking your little pussy?” 

“So good Javi, fuck you feel so good.” You cried out, tears building up in your eyes. “Making my pussy feel so good, wanna cum on your cock, can I come on your cock? Please, Javi, please make me cum, wanna cum around you-”

He cut you off with his lips, stifling your pleas, begging himself to not cum straight away at how you begged him for it. 

He could feel the way your moans got louder, the way your pitch got higher, the way your walls tightened. He reached between your bodies, thumb against your clit drawing circles. 

And then you came. A choked out cry of his name caught between your lips and his, body arched into him, legs wrapping around his waist to hold him in you. 

And he couldn’t hold back much longer, letting go with a groan of your name as he spilled into the condom, body shuddering over yours, chest heaving and matching your own ragged breathing. 

He was almost ashamed at how fast he came. 

Then you opened your eyes, looked at him with such a fucked out blissed expression that he felt his own heart stutter in his chest at the sight. 

Pretty, he repeated to himself. 

And then he couldn’t stop himself. He pulled himself out of you, careful to hold the condom while removing it from his cock, securing it before throwing it onto the floor. 

And maybe that would have annoyed you, having a condom filled with cum thrown onto your floor. But then Javi moved back toward you, pressing his lips on yours just as desperately as he had before. 

His hands travelled up and down the sides of your body, switching between a light caress and a rough tug. You sighed into the kiss, sinking further into the couch, feeling how he was beginning to work you up again, that ache steadily returning in your core. 

And then he kissed low again, down the middle of your neck, teeth scraping at the sensitive skin. And he kept trailing his kisses lower and lower, moving down your body with them, until he found himself right on top of your pussy. 

He pressed a kiss onto the mound, drawing a gasp from you. And he continued kissing, around your lips, on your mound, even pressing wet open mouthed kisses to your thighs. But it wasn’t enough, wasn’t where you needed him. 

When you went out to the bar, you hadn’t expected to find someone like Javi. You’d expected mediocrity, at best; a man who would kiss a little too rough, or who would rush his kisses so he could finally fuck you. Maybe a man who’d expect his dick sucked and then leave, or a two-pump wonder. 

No, your standards were low, you knew that even before you left. If you hadn’t been as desperate as you had, you would’ve been more disappointed in your own willingness to search for such a man. 

But you think the Gods must have taken pity on you. They were probably disappointed, too. 

And though you hadn’t wanted much - hadn’t expected much - when the night began, Javier had slowly pulled from you a desire for more. And the kisses he was pressing along your pussy lips and on your thighs were no longer enough. 

You reached your hand down your body, hand cradling his face at the junction between his cheek and neck, much like he’d done to you, before tilting his face up so he could look at you. You put on your fake pout, gaze patronising: “I wanna paint, Javi.” 

Your thighs fall open further, your slick cunt revealed to him, so close to where his face was. 

And he smirked at you, a weak thing, an attempt at maintaining control and restraint. “I didn’t know you liked portrait art too, hermosa.” He repeated your own words to you. 

But the teasing didn’t last long. Javi could smell your cunt, could see how swollen your pussy lips were from how he’d fucked you earlier, and though he had already come he could feel his own dick beginning to harden beneath him again. 

He pulled your hand from his face, intertwining your fingers as he held your hand to your side, mouth already on your pussy. His tongue licked a wide stripe up your slick, and he began to press open kisses into your pussy.

You could feel your face burning up again, heat travelling through your body at how he made out with your pussy. 

And he almost felt bad. The sight and feel of you discretely rocking your hips on his face, eyes fighting to stay open and watch him. You needed him to touch your clit, Javi knew. 

But he was just as helpless. He could feel himself throbbing again, the press of your couch on his cock mixed with your taste doing nothing to calm him down, to make him think and move clearly.

“Javi, please.” 

It was a whisper, eyes barely open, desperation written all over your face as you stared down at him with your chest heaving once again. 

He moved his mouth to your clit then, instantly obeying. His tongue flicked the nub a few times before he flattened it, returning to those circles that had made you come earlier. 

Your eyes fluttered shut, you couldn’t fight it anymore. The feeling of his tongue on you, hand still intertwined in his at your side. His other hand wrapped around your opposite thigh, pushing it up and out so he could see more of you, taste more of you. 

And then he pushed his tongue into you, your hole fluttering around him and making more of your wetness leak out onto him. 

“Javi.” You moaned. 

He moved his lips back up, wrapping them around your clit with a hum in acknowledgement. A moan that was about to escape at the feeling was quickly stifled, choked out as he began to suck on your clit. 

The room felt like it was spinning, white heat spreading from your clit all over your body. You knew you were moaning, knew your other hand had moved to pull his hair, moving him further into you or off of you, you weren’t sure. 

Javi kept up his motions, still sucking on your clit as he began to move his tongue over it as well. 

“Let go, hermosa, cum on my tongue.” 

He’d said it low, the vibrations of his voice from where his lips were still touching you sending shocks up your body. He went back to his worship, his words finally processing in your mind, and you came a second time. 

Your cry was short, high pitch, tears spilled out from the corners of your eyes as your whole body shook. Your feet dug into his lower back, thighs clamping down around his head, your wetness coating his face. 

It made his cock press further into the couch beneath him, making it twitch and leak in response. 

He licked you through it, pressing a kiss onto your clit that sent aftershocks down your body when you were done coming. And then a few more kisses, some on your thighs, and on your knuckles, where your hand was still intertwined with his. 

He pulled himself off you slowly, sitting up to look at you and rub a soothing pattern up and down your leg as you continued lying there. You pulled your knees up to yourself, shuddering when the motion brought friction to your clit, sending a mix of pleasure and pain across your body. 

You were still dazed when you finally looked up at him, his face covered with your wetness, drops visible on his mustache as he kept that soft stare trained on your face. 

“You okay?” He mumbled softly, hands still intertwined, patterns still being drawn. 

And you smiled at him, sloppily, his heart stuttering again. Nodding your head at him, “more than okay.”

And he smiled back at you, moving on the couch so that he was finally sitting down again. The new position let you see how sweaty the man had become, his hair damp, chest shiny.

You pulled yourself up on shaky arms, swinging your legs behind you and letting out a moan as you could still feel too much on your clit. And Javi laughed, staring at you as you struggled, doing his best to ignore how hard his cock had become again. Trying to ignore how he’d almost come again from the taste of your pussy and the press of the furniture beneath him. 

But you couldn’t ignore it. You could see his tip leaking again, a blush on his tip that made your mouth keep watering. And you hadn’t thought about it enough before, too focused on getting him inside you, but you needed him. Needed his cock in your mouth. 

You moved toward him, pressing a kiss onto his lips that he reciprocated, before trailing your kisses down his body. Down his chest, down his belly, across his hips, on his thighs. And all Javi could do was watch with bated breath. 

And then you were positioned perfectly with his cock, reaching your hands out to finally touch him bare. 

Javi’s head fell back almost instantly, the slight touch enough to send him reeling after the pleasure had built up in his body. 

“Such a pretty cock, wanna taste it.” You looked up at him, eyes meeting as a sharp exhale left his lips. 

“Yeah, baby? You can taste it,” He ran his thumb over your lips, hand cradling your face once again. “Put my cock in your mouth for me, princesa, show me how slutty you can be.”

His words shot right through you, and you moved toward his cock instantly. You pressed a few light kisses up and down his length, giving open mouthed ones to his tip. Your tongue swirled momentarily around his tip before you finally took him in your mouth. 

He let out a grunt, cock twitching and legs trembling as he felt your mouth around him. Your lips looked pretty wrapped around his cock, mouth stretching to try to fit him in. You hollowed your mouth, sucking him in so tight as you moved that he couldn’t stop the whine that fell from his mouth. 

Your eyes snapped open at that, staring up at him, eyes glinting with mischief as you kept up the motion. And Javi thought he was going to die, that his soul was going to waltz right out of his body and into heaven. 

You pulled off him with a pop then, needing to breathe. But that glint hadn’t disappeared from your eyes, and you kept his cock in your hand. Stroking up and down, twisting at the tip, watching as his eyes stayed glazed over in pleasure. 

And then you brought his cock to your face, rubbing your cheek on it before slapping your face with it. The moan that tore out of Javi was guttural, his eyebrows furrowing and cock twitching at the sight. 

“Thought you wanted to see how slutty I could be.” You teased, voice sultry but scratchy from how deep you had been taking him. 

Javi tried getting out a response, a comeback to rival how flustered you’d made him, but then you moved your mouth on his cock again and the response died on his tongue before it could even begin. 

While it had been long for you, it hadn’t been that long for Javi. Javier was a man who liked sex. There was not a week where he did not get sex. 

The first time he came that night, he told himself it was the build up, the fact that you teased him all night and then begged him to fuck you. 

This time, the second time, he couldn’t come up with a convincing enough excuse. 

You moved your mouth on him a few times, your moans around his cock sending vibrations shooting through his body, and he just couldn’t hold back. He came with a groan he tried to stifle, his hand reaching down your back to your butt, grabbing a handful of it roughly as he came in your mouth. 

You kept sucking, a few more pumps, some warm kisses laid on his tip, his cock in pain from the acts. And when you pulled off him, opened your mouth to show him his cum in your mouth, hand still wrapped around his cock, he couldn’t help the way he twitched, more cum making its way out, some landing on your face. 

You let his cum drool out of your mouth, down your chin, his cum and your saliva falling on your chest to make your pretty tits glisten. 

Javi could barely look anymore, it physically hurt, and you rubbing his cum on your chest with a little moan was not helping. And you could tell, giggling away like you’d done something funny. 

“Thought you liked portrait art.” You whispered, that stupid fucking joke that he knew he’d think about every single time he’d see a painting or even paint. 

You moved off him, legs shaky as you walked out of the room. 

You stumbled to the bathroom, cleaning yourself, and walked back out with a wet rag to clean the man you’d almost killed too. 

There was a silence shared as you both calmed down, him wiping his cum off his cock and you moving to your bedroom to put on more comfy clothing. 

By the time you walked back out Javi had already taken the rag back into the bathroom, the condom and its wrapper thrown into the bin there. He had put his clothes back on, back turned to you and a cigarette hanging loosely in his mouth. 

“Don’t smoke in here.” It came out soft, a paradox to how confident you’d been just moments prior. But it was the vulnerability of the moment, you think. 

He looked back at you, pulling the cigarette from his lips to tuck it back into its packet. 

He moved towards you, standing right before you, and leaned down to press a kiss onto your forehead. 

“Thank you, hermosa.” A smile directed at you, softer than the ones he’d given you all night, this one genuine.

And it soothed the ache and worry that had begun to spread through your body, the anxiety and sadness that always seemed to overtake you after such intimate moments. 

So you found yourself smiling back at him, just as genuinely, and pressing a kiss onto his lips. 

“Do you want to share a drink?” His unexpected question took you aback, and it must have shown in your face even though you tried to school your expression. 

“We don’t have to.” He clarified, brows furrowed and head shaking as he looked at you, knuckles brushing against your own. “I thought it might be a better goodbye, though, than me running away into the night.”

You think maybe he did notice that momentary insecurity, his observant eye catching the tug of anxiety that pulled at your features as soon as the moment was over. 

You agreed to the drink, moving to your kitchen as you had earlier that night, this time pouring a glass of whiskey for the man as you poured water for yourself. 

He smirked when you brought the glass out, whiskey visible in your hand. 

“Thank God, hermosa, I was worried it was going to be more water.”

You smirked at his jab, eyes narrowing at him. “You ever heard of the term ‘whiskey dick’? I was doing you a favour, Jav.” 

And his cheeks flushed, though his smile only broadened as he shook his head at you. “I had two glasses, that’s not enough for a whiskey dick.” 

“Mm, I guess you’re right.” You nodded your head. “But, you know, if you drink too much too often you might end up with a whiskey dick. It’d be a shame.”

“I should probably start drinking more water then,” he nodded along with your fake seriousness. “Wouldn’t want to disappoint any pretty ladies looking to get a portrait done.”

You snorted at that, head shaking as you finished your water. 

His empty glass again made its way beside yours, four cups now sitting at your table, and he looked at you again with that softness in his eyes. 

“I had fun tonight, hermosa.” Another kiss to your forehead. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget you.”

And your smile dropped at that, just by a fraction, the loneliness washing over you at the knowledge that the night was over, however long you had tried to make it last. 

“I had fun too, Javi.” You whispered. “Get home safe.”

You couldn’t repeat his second sentiment, knowing that he had probably thrown it as easily as he had said goodbye. Knowing that it couldn’t have meant for him what it meant to you. 

And then he was pulling his jacket on, leaving out the door of your apartment. 

You locked the door, moving to your window to watch the man walk down the street and out of sight. 

You didn’t feel much, really, other than the dull ache between your legs and the void pawing at its cage, significantly calmer but always there. 

Still, you couldn’t stop the smile lingering on your face, the satisfaction that - even for a night - you had had someone in your home that had made you feel good.

You hadn’t imagined ever seeing Javier Peña again after that night. 

#javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #javier peña fic #javier peña smut #would you believe me if I said this fic was initially going to have no smut

[shyvioletcat]

ROWAELIN MONTH: DAY TWO

~ Accidents Happen ~

Welcome to the new au spawned by Rowaelin month brought to you by @rowaelinscourt. This started as a completely harebrained idea and then I thought about it some more and then couldn't stop laughing and knew I had to write it. This fic will get a few other updates throughout the month and I really hope you enjoy it.

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Rowan had been carrying a secret around, for weeks it had been weighing on him. It was the kind that he wanted to share, but he didn’t exactly know how to. It was awkward and embarrassing and he didn’t know how to explain himself. On the flip side of the coin it was also exciting, thrilling and mildly terrifying. Being in love usually was.

The beer in front of him was meant to give him courage, and maybe it would if he could bring himself to drink more than a sip. His friends had arrived a few minutes ago and were in the process of getting their own drinks. One by one they all purchased their beverage of choice and were making their way back to the table Rowan was able to secure by arriving 15 minutes early. Lorcan led the way through the warren of tables, his huge form nearly blocking out everyone who followed behind. With their impending approach Rowan bolsted his resolve, and downed half his beer in one go. 

Then he counted, one, two, three, four, as each of his friends took their seats, the methodical thinking keeping him focused on his own tasks. The four other men were chatting about something, but with the speech Rowan was trying to form in his head he didn’t hear a thing. It wasn’t until Connal said his name that Rowan broke out of his inward trance with a shake of his head. 

“What was that?”

“I was asking how you’ve been,” Connall clarified. 

“Oh… yeah, great,” Rowan replied without enthusiasm. 

Fenrys snorted. “And you were the one who was so insistent that we meet up.”

“Maybe he just missed us,” Vaughan said. “He’s apparently been so busy that he can never ever meet up when any of us ask to do anything.”

“With what, is the question,” Lorcan added into the rim of his glass.

They were ganging up on him, they knew something was up. Rowan was cornered. He might as well get it over and done with—put an end to his delightful misery. 

“I accidentally became a sugar daddy but I’m actually in love with her.”

Stunned silence was all that he was met with for a long while. 

Eventually it was Lorcan who spoke. “You what?”

Then Fenrys started laughing and he couldn’t stop. When Rowan could bring himself to look up from his glass the expressions that he saw ranged from open shock to thinly veiled amusement, except for Lorcan who was looking at Rowan like he had lost his mind. 

“Wait, wait,” Fenrys said through incessant giggles. “Are you being serious? How did you manage that?”

Rowan sighed, took another mouthful of beer and swallowed. “Let me explain.”

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Being the last one in the office was not uncommon for Rowan. Most often than not he found himself alone on the dark and quiet floor of this office building, putting in more hours than he was paid for. He didn’t win his cases by slacking off or doing the bare minimum. He didn’t gain the reputation of the best and most ruthless corporate lawyer in the city by doing what was required of him. No, he got that by going above and beyond to make sure he, and his company by a necessary extension, flourished. 

It cost him though. Rowan had next to no social life except for his friends that seemed to hang on no matter what. Other than that the only people he saw were his colleagues in the office. His mother was always on his case about romantic involvements, citing that she wasn’t getting any younger and she would like to see at least one grandchild before she died. Rowan told her that reminding him of her mortality was a low blow, she reminded him he worked as a lawyer so he would know all about unethical ways to get what you wanted. He reminded her that he wasn’t one of those kinds of lawyers, her response was always so non-commital. 

Feeling a tightness between his shoulder blades had Rowan straightening from the hunch he’d been holding over his desk. His spine cracked, a timely reminder of his own that the number attached to his age was steadily rising too. Maybe his mother had a point.

Thirty two wasn’t exactly old, but he wasn’t getting any younger. An outstanding career wasn’t the only thing that he wanted from life. He wanted a family of his own and sitting in an office night after night certainly wasn’t the way to get what he desired.  

Rowan’s phone lit up on the desk, and he expected the notification to be some email or text with vital case information. It was neither. Instead it was a calendar alert. 

Charity Gala Saturday 7:30. BRING A DATE.

“Oh, shit,” Rowan said, rubbing a hand over his tired face. 

The gala has been sitting in the back of his mind for weeks, but there had been more pressing things keeping him occupied. Finding a date for that had been the furthest thing from his mind. His firm was trying to land Forest Fae Toys and Games and they wanted him to appear more family friendly. Apparently his icy notoriety needed thawing and having a certain kind of friend on his arm was the key to that. 

Rowan didn’t have any female friends worth asking, all his family members looked too much like him and that would raise some uncomfortable questions. With the gala less than 24 hours away he was out of time and options, he was screwed. 

He sat there for a long while considering the best way to go about this. The stipulation of a date had been non-negotiable, Rowan knew because he had tried negotiating his way out of it. All he had received was an ultimatum—bring a date or he was off the case. And he really, really wanted this case. 

But what else could he do? He couldn’t conjure a woman into existence, he didn’t have the energy or will to go and meet someone tonight and veritably beg a stranger to attend with him. It’s not like he could hire someone.

Rowan froze. Suddenly that idea didn’t sound so preposterous. Money wasn’t a problem so he could… no. Hiring a girlfriend was not something he would stoop to. Plus, it was embarrassing that his social interactions were so low that he had to stoop to that alternative. Then again, he had to ask himself whether or not losing his chance with this client was worth it.

With a sigh, Rowan came to a bleak realisation. It wasn’t worth it. His reputation would be tarnished and he’d lose a shit-tonne of money if he couldn’t do something as simple as bring a date to an event. Unlocking his phone he tapped on his web browser and opened an incognito window. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, considering what to type. Escort services were an obvious search choice, but that seemed a little risky. Yes, he just needed a one off evening hire but if it got out if he had resorted to an escort service, and gods only knew who he might end up with. Maybe he should just accept his fate and be doomed. 

Then a conversation came back to him. A long while ago on a random night out Fenrys had made a comment about hiring a sugar baby. A someone who Rowan could pay to spend time with him, no string of extenuating effort needed—just payment. His friend had kindly been pointing out Rowan’s perpetual spinster status, but maybe he was onto something. 

Rowan spent half an hour researching the best way to find a reputable sugar baby, if there was such a thing, and settled for an app that charged an exorbitant fee. Sweet As Sugar was the name of it, and it bragged to have the best and most vetted list of sugar babies. Rowan had to upload a photo and create a profile, and then he was able to start browsing. For someone who was desperate and under the clock he probably spent far too long considering who he might hire. He just needed to pick, pay them and explain the situation.

Rowan was about to go back to his favourited list when swiped to a profile of an absolutely stunning woman. Her hair was gold, and her eyes were a shade of blue he’d never seen before. She smiled at the camera and her beauty was damn near entrancing. Celeana was the name under her photo and without even thinking it through he’d clicked on her profile and started reading. 

She was in her mid twenties and studying, she was smart not to give specifics. Celaena liked dogs, music and chocolate with hazelnuts in it. Rowan couldn’t see any apparent red flags and she was beautiful. There honestly wasn’t much else to it.

“Why the hell not,” Rowan muttered to himself and tapped on the little heart stamped envelope that would request the chat between them be opened. It was in Celeana’s court now, she would have the final decision on whether or not she would accept his offer. 

He waited and waited, long enough that his phone locked on its own. Rowan started berating himself for such a stupid idea and began considering if Sellene truly looked too much like him to pass her off as unrelated. But then his phone lit up his dark office, a notification from his newest app.

Request accepted.

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#rowaelin month 2023 #rowaelin month

[themuselesswriter]

Alastor's College Girlfriend - Headcanons

Okay so hear me out, I started headcanoning Alastor in his previous life having a girlfriend whose completely opposite to him and she's a sweetheart and basically the indirect reason why he became a cold blooded killer, so yeah, so yeah, I'll leave you guys to it!

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Jenny and Alastor met at college, she was majoring in education and he was majoring in biology, it was the most cliche way to meet, she was carrying books and walking with her friends and he bumped into her and made her drop her books, he was an awkward kid at the time so instead of helping her out, he froze then ran away.

The second time they met was at the library, she was trying to reach for a book but she was too short, Alastor watched her struggle for good five minutes before he quietly helped her get the book then left without saying a word, she followed him and asked him for a cup of coffee.

Alastor was awkward, antisocial and lacked confident, he spent good twenty minutes outside the coffee shop pacing, trying to gather his courage to enter but he never could, he was about to leave when she saw him and basically dragged him inside, it was the best moment of his entire life.

After that cup of coffee, they kept hanging out more, Jenny's friends didn't like Alastor, because he was considered a weird kid who always dressed up as if he was going to a ball, meanwhile, she praised his style and found him very pleasant to be around so she ignored them.

It took Alastor five months to ask Jenny to be his girlfriend, he couldn't ask her face to face, so instead, he wrote her a letter and hid it in her book, later he felt stupid because how could someone so sweet and kind like Jenny be a girlfriend of an outcast like himself, he tried to retrieve the letter but it was too late as she read it in the middle of her lecture.

One time, Jenny was almost hit by a car because she was chasing a kitten, it was the single most horrifying moment in Alastor's life, he thought he lost her, it was also the first time he ever tells her that he loves her, they ended up adopting the kitten and calling him Husker.

They moved in together after a year and they were the happiest couple, everyone envied their relationship, her impact on him was great, he gained confidence, and he let his charming self show up and appear, she often praised his voice too.

For April's fools, she signed him up for a radio host interview, he ended up getting the job and it was the funniest thing, because who would've thought, shy, awkward Alastor would ever dare to become a radio host.

She is usually very calm and kind unless someone is picking on Alastor which happens a lot, his calm, shy state makes him an easy target, when that happens, she's a raging protective girlfriend.

Alastor was never interested in sexual intimacy, he liked cuddling, enjoyed the kissing, at first Jenny thought he was gay but then realized that he was merely asexual so she sat him down and told him about her discovery, she was supportive though.

After five years, he planned the perfect marriage proposal, he was going to take her to the same coffee shop where they had their first date, fill the place with her favorite flowers, get on one knee and give the speech of his life, he spent an entire month planning it and saving enough money for it through working odd jobs alongside his work as a radio host, he spent an entire day putting it in action.

When he returned home that day to take Jenny out on a date, he saw her laying motionless on the floor, stabbed 19 times, this broke Alastor completely and he vowed to avenge her death.

His mental state worsened as he spent two years tracking down her killer, and when he found him, he made sure that he knew exactly the pain he caused by killing everyone he loved before he finally killed him.

Once the killer was dead, Alastor moved out of the town, he gave Husker to Jenny's parents and left without ever returning there and found a new job at a different radio station.

He moved on with his life but there were things that made him think of her often, the color red, hot chocolate, kittens, his work at the radio station, his reflection in the mirror when he smiles as it was her favorite feature of him, sunsets and jazz music.

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Okay so two things, the art is made by me so don't freak out about the credits, lol, and the second is, would anyone who can actually draw be interested in creating Jenny x Alastor comics with me? if so, hmu!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #alastor the radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor #radio demon #hazbin hotel alastor #the radio demon #alastor x reader #alastor x you #alastor x y/n #alastor x foc #alastor x oc #alastor headcanons #headcanon #headcanons #museless headcanons #museless art #digital art #art #vivziepop

[anonymous-dentist]

i haven’t even able to catch any of roier’s streams from last week, how was pepito acting ooc? the character itself was different? i heard that two different admins are playing it.

Okay, so Pepito's og admin spent a few days not playing Pepito due to I thiiink computer issues? And that's fine, I don't care about that, eggs' admins fill in for each other all the time.

The thing about Pepito, though is that he was lowkey super weird last night? Like, he was depressed, yeah, just like he was on the first day, but the thing about that is that Pepito on the first day more or less cheered right up the second she met Roier for the first time. Before that, he spent over an hour moping around over his parents not being there, but he was just fine when Roier arrived.

Pepito then spent the next few days hanging around Roier and trying to get him to love her, and like? It was almost working! You can see that it was working by watching Roier's stream last night, actually, because he's attached to his Pepito, the one who loves him. He spent the whole night like "Man, Pepito's been possessed. Pepito isn't my Pepito, they're Otipep". Like Pepito legit logged off the night before like "omg I have this chest full of things for my dad!" and then Pepito got online last night and proceeded to be the complete opposite of how he's been basically since day one: moping around, saying that Roier doesn't love him, saying that he's forever alone, and not remotely yes-and-ing anything cc!Roier tried doing.

At one point, qRoier just kinda. Gave up. Because he tried hanging out with Pepito, actually, but Pepito just kept leaving him and telling him to go away, and it got to the point where Pepito legit just wandered off to apparently set up his bed in the middle of spawn. So Roier went down into his basement to build, and he had that big huge speech about how nothing's real and that he knows that Pepito isn't real because his "programming" changed so suddenly and he became someone that isn't Roier's Pepito, and that was a really good improv moment from ccRoier tbh working off of the (probably accidental) lack of communication between Pepito's two admins

It's just kinda weird to see this big of a discrepancy between egg admins regarding egg characterization because you normally can't tell the difference between admins when they're replacing each other, yk? Or, when there is a difference, the cc usually makes some funny little jokes about it that the egg suffers over jokingly. But last night was just. Weird. Because Pepito's admin didn't roll with nearly anything Roier tried throwing at them and it kinda just felt a little awkward considering the character we've been dealing with for the past couple of days.

Idk man, it was just. Weird?

#asks! #anon!

[rowanwithaz]

People will say gay shippers ship people that are "so much as in the same room with each other" but ship people that aren't even on a first name basis because they stood next to each other and blushed, the sense is not sensing.

And,that's problematic. You thought this was just going to be a short joke post,hah,fool.

The blushing problem.

Now,I've talked about this a little,but I think it needs to be said more; blush does not equal canon. When this argument is used in the bnha fandom,it just proves themselves wrong. Like,Izuku blushes around Katsuki too,so in their OWN logic,GreeNade is canon.

(*Also,quick thing: Todoroki and Momo haven't really brushed around each other but everyone says their canon,which is a very good couple because of that.*)

But,then they say, "He blush more around Ochako,therefore = straight >:("

Yeah, he also does the same blush around All Might. So is DEKUMIGHT CANON?

They have it backwards. Canon equals blush. What's the difference? Let me explain.

Blush means a lot of things,embarrassment,anger,awkwardness,etc ect. So,what we need is context on the charters's feelings. Because every time Izuku has ever blushed in front of a girl was because of the sol reason they were GIRLS. He was an awkward kid who thought, "hey,I'm a boy,she's a girl,and I don't know girls! " all he knew was he was supposed to find them pretty. And,just like a lot of people say,you can find someone pretty without being romantically or sexually attracted to them. I agree.

When we look at it with that context,it doesn't seem very romantic. And when Izuku blushes around Katsuki it's because he thinks he's amazing,so,I wouldn't even say that is romantic. (But it looks like Deku has a crush on him in the flashbacks and it's sooooo cute)

We need context. Now,with Ochako's blush,this deserves its own thing.

Show don't tell.

Is what makes a lot of relationships feel real and much deeper,but,Izuchako is all, "Ochako has a crush on Izuku" every single time she blushes in front of him,which takes away from their moments and chemistry.

A relationship that's really good about not saying, "remember their in love" is Kamijirou. Some of their best moments don't involve dialog. Just like with Kirimina and GreeNade.

Two characters' romantic feelings are best and most meaningful when it's displayed with an action before words. Like,Katsuki's apology.

He put his life on the line for Izuku,that was his feelings displayed in an action,then he said what was unsaid. That is how relationships should be written. Don't tell us,show us,then have the charters tell each other. It's so stupid when people say a relationship is canon because they blush around each other and people realize they blush around each other.

Also,this is something I kinda found odd. Katsuki and Ochako never interact. Like,never. There were a couple moments where they talked,and then there's their fight,but other than that it's Ochako making JABS at Katsuki. And,I think I know why.

I think Ochako was so confused with their relationship,and when things starting falling into place,she became distant from Izuku and especially Katsuki. I think she figured out her feelings for Toga after seeing and finally understanding, "it was him,and it'll always be him" for Izuku. And,that speech was her officially falling out of love with Izuku and falling in love with Toga. Because Toga helped her realize how heros are supposed to be,and who saves them.

Which BloodBubbles is one of the best relationships in my opinion because they kinda do more of telling. "But you just said-" I know. Let me explain. I said actions before words,and BloodBubbles did that,but when they shared their words they didn't leave anything out. They both opened up. Unlike with GreeNade,where it was only Katsuki opening up.

See how Izuku has a mask while Katsuki is staring at him with one of the most calm and soft looks he's ever fucking had? Izuku having a mask on shows how he's not opening up,and he still has things to say but refuses to say them.

We've seen Izuku's love,we've been shown it,but now what he REALLY needs to do is let it all out. That's what I hope the Shigaraki and Deku fight,and the black ship arc,ends. Them both letting it all out.

#mha #Bnha #tgchk #dkbk #GreeNade #blood bubbles #togachaco #dekugou #uraraka x himiko

[cupidsdescendant]

oh my god I'm so embarrassed but do you think you could give us some headcanons for a friends-to-lovers kinda thing with Scout? maybe some nsfw ones as well??🥺 a shy reader maybe? afab?? totally cool if this is too specific or if you'd just rather not 👉👈

hey anon! Sure I'd love to. I've been working on a longer fic so I haven't been online much but thank you for the ask!

Friends 2 Lovers: Scout X Y/N! (BONUS NSFW)

-Both of you have been close friends for years, you could tell by all the childhood photos each others mom's forced you to take

-Photos of you and him at his birthday, your birthday, at the zoo, roller skating, etc. They all hung up on a corkboard that had all his cherished memories on display. -Scout had always felt neutral with you because you were his closest friend. Except for a few awkward moments that you both repressed. -Moments like Y/N laying on his chest, her hand accidentally moving close to his thigh or them accidentally touching hands, both tried to forget them but when they were alone, it was always in their mind. -Scout would occasionally flirt with Y/N "as a joke". He also loves "practicing" cheese one-liners on you. -"Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only 10 I see!" he says clicking his tongue and shooting finger guns at you. "God you're such a dork." Y/N says, rolling her eyes. -"Okay, okay how bout' this one-...Baby, if you were words on a page, you’d be fine print~!" Scout says with a huge grin. -"Yeah maybe," Y/N said, she put her hand on her face and looked longingly at him. "You play baseball, yeah? Cus you're a real knock outta the park." -Scout's face became lightly flushed with pink, "haha. Y-you're kidding, right?" "Of course. Why would I be serious?" She got up and stretched her arms "Besides if I was going to flirt with you I'd be less cheesy." -"...How so...?" He asked. -Y/N looked over to him and grabbed his hat from his head, firmly placing it on hers. "Maybe something a little like this." -She put her arms around his shoulders and pushed him to her "How bout we go to my room and you give me a home run?" She said with a toothy grin. Scout's face was doused in red and a loud roar of laughter followed "God that was so bad!!!" Y/N said holding her face "Oh my god, sorry. I'll think of something better." She walked away leaving Scout an embarrassed mess -Even though it was a "Joke" he couldn't stop thinking about the interaction. He buried years of crushing so deeply that once Y/N said that, they all rose from the grave. He couldn't stop thinking about her in more ways than "Just friends." -Of course, Y/N felt this way the entire time but she tried to pay no mind to it. Her heart was always heavy when she was next to him because there was this want to just tell him how she felt...but she couldn't -Weeks go past after the interaction and both of them decided to work the courage to ask each other. Scout with a letter in hand and Y/N was a planned speech they both asked each other to meet at the top of the hill where a huge tree stood. -"No I-" They said together "Wait-No You can go-" Their words were identical, pointing at each other "STOP!!! YOU GO FIRST- OH MY-" Both of them grunted in annoyance and Y/N signaled to zip Scout's mouth. -"J-Jeremy." She said anxiously, staring at his eyes made her anxiety worsen. "Uh...so like. We've been friends for a while and. I- Uhm..." Y/N shut her eyes tightly and poured the truth out. "Jeremy, I've always liked you and it was hard to say because...I didn't want to ruin our friendship if...i-if it didn't w-ork.." -Scout dropped his letter and gently held her hands. "No, no. I...I felt the same way too, Y/N. You're right- that's the reason why I kept it in for so long." -"So what now?" She said looking at him. -A sensual kiss fell onto Y/N's lips, Scout's gently touching hers and she felt herself met a little. He pushed up against her and she held tightly onto his shirt as they both lowered down. -A whole make-out sesh happened on that damn hill lmao. NSFW WARNING AHEAD!

-Tries hard in bed to please you, but has no experience. -Jacks off A LOT, though. This man shoots semen like 24/7. -Whenever he watches porn he tried to take notes to make sure he does the same to you lol -Average erection, around 5-6. -He asks his mom what to do once you both have sex and she hands him a pack of condoms

-Takes him bout a minute to put one on, he's super embarrassed by it. "I hope I can try and give you a good time..." "Any moment with you is great, Jam Jam." (yes that's his nickname) -Fear not! He gets the hang of it and progressively gets better. -Is willing to do any kinks you enjoy <3. Some of his is degradation, praise, very light BDSM, and overstimulation

-He's a little dirty too~ (he doesn't tell you) but even though you guys are dating he imagines you aren't, and it's just his hot best friend giving blow jobs for free or "practice" -He lets you overstimulate him, practically have him shaking by the end of every session -His favorite thing to do with you is eat you out and let your cum drip out. Sucking it and licking your clit afterward

-He always spoons you after and hugs you but for some reason, he gets super hungry and energetic so he'll usually bring back a snack and talk your head off until you're asleep!! Ighty anon! Thanks for the request!! I'll be uploading more in the future <3

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #team fortress two #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 scout #team fortress scout #tf2 scout x reader #scout x reader #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 pyro #tf2 soldier #tf2 demo #tf2 heavy

[professional-benaddict]

(based on true events but i had to change some parts HDIDJSJ GOT A LITTLE PERSONAL BUT HERE WE ARE!)

time will tell. 5 years of friendship, although their time has ended, one of them can't move on. it's been months since their separation, they were really great friends. to the point that their separation was questioned by almost everyone that knew them.

"what happened?" "do you know what happened?" "somebody talked awfully about you to him." "he's probably tired of you."

in his well pressed suit, with the school graduation gown on top of his suit, entering the hall for the graduation ceremony, anthony edward stark is presented as a high intelligent student of his school. awarded with certificates and medals, he has said his speech.

but, this year's speech was different. tony, or anthony has a thing for mentioning his best friend: peter parker, and inviting him to come up on stage. this time he didn't do that. his class were surprised to not see the two 'friends' not interact or talk about each other. and peter... was simply relaxed, he and tony ended their friendship in a questionable matter, not even the two of them know if anything between them is alright.

it was peter's turn to come up on stage and be handed of his award. as he makes his way to the mic and say his speech:

"i, peter parker, a student of this school, is happily graduating with a smile on my face. time will tell, on how much i loved every single moment of it, being here —"with you. " as peter added in his mind, referring to tony.— in this school, i have created memories —"of us." again, peter's head having voices whisper back at him.— of learning, memories of relationships, memories of tribulations and successes. i am thankful to this very day, for all of you —"especially you, stark."— and for all days of my time being here.

again, time shall tell, on how much i loved every single moment of it, being here... with you."

as the following attendees applause, the class, especially tony, was confused. what did his former friend meant by the last line he said? but they all applauded anyway, and regardless of the somewhat questionable sounding statement.

as peter goes off the stage, the tension between him and tony was intense. it even became more intense knowing that he and tony had to sit next to each other as their surnames are next to each other as well.

and it gets wild, whispers here and there, the awkward silence between the two, professors suddenly wondering what's going on. and back again, with the two former friends just feeling really intense.

after the event ended, tony realises that the last line was for him, and that peter's last text, exactly about months before their friendship ended, exactly reads as the words peter said in his speech.

-🪐

#saturn anon #AHHHHHHH #youre at it again babe!!!😭😭😭💗💗💗 #starker #tony stark x peter parker #tony stark/peter parker #tony stark #peter parker #ask

[themonotonysyndrome]

wholesome domestic headcannons w celica, castin, and their baby/babies?🥺👉👈

Sure, Anon! Let's set the scene first: This is gonna be a few months after Celica gave birth and she's recovered enough to leave their share bedroom, and that means she can finally learn how to be a Mummy and parent!

Family headcanons with Castin, Celica and their twin babies, Dain & Deirdre:

The first time that Celica holds their babies didn't count. She was delirious with pain, eyes watery from crying and to weak to do nothing else but carass their babies' cheek with shaky palm. Then she fell unconscious to the sounds of the two crying, the doctors frantic orders, nurses urging Castin to leave the room and her husband's tearfully pleading to not leave him and their children.

So, yeah! As first impression goes, it could've gone better in the Baroness' humble opinion.

Recovery was a hell of a journey. Being in an out from the realm of medically induced coma is... something. Almost dying is something! Castin and Celica was so traumatised from the ordeal that her Intacian husband swore to never get her pregnant again. And honestly? Two children is more than enough for Celica.

So! Two whole seasons went by; Celica did nothing much but eat, sleep and try to stay awake to assure Castin and get to know Dain and Deirdre. Her beautiful babies.

As she gets more stronger and more lucid, Castin helps Celica differentiate their babies and regale their daily shenanigans. He speaks with so much love, so much softness that Celica decided fatherhood really suited Castin.

She admits so to their Dain and Deirdre while Castin is having a quick bath and she felt strong enough to move herself to sit on the armchair beside the cribs. "I'm glad that the two of you are putting your Daddy's through his paces. Goddess knows that he could use it."

While she did read in a book that speaking fulls sentences and no baby talk to infants would help develop their speech skills greatly, she still feel awkward doing so. Hmm. She would need to talk to Castin about this.

When Dain begin to sob, Celica scoops him into her arms and proceed to calm him down before he could disturb his sister. Unlike Castin, she knows no lullaby or appropriate bedtime story. So Dain eventually fall asleep to Celica reciting the timetables, lol.

A few months past until finally, FINALLY, the doctors and Celica's personal poison expert gives her a clean bill of health and that she can resume consuming her poison intake.

(The ugly side eye that Castin throws to poor Jaesa is chilling.)

So of course the first thing that the couple does is taking their babies out to a picnic!

"Sunscreen time! Babe, I don't care how cloudy it's going to get. You and the kids need to protect y'all skin! Here, I'll do Dain and you can do Deirdre. Then we can... do for each other?" Aaaan... cue Castin being all flirty.

"I wasn't about to refute you, husband. There should be no overkill when it comes to Dain and Deirdre. They seem to like this particular spot in the garden; I shall have the builders and landscapers to create a pavilion here."

Err... that's going a bit too far, Celly. I just don't want our skin crackin'. Not a new pavilion for the kiddos!"

"Still, I have the money and means. Why shouldn't I spoil you and our children like the princes and princess you are?"

"Babbbyyy, you're making your man blush! But no, seriously, why sort of standards are we setting if we give the kids everything they want straight out of your womb?"

"That the world is for our children, of course."

"Please, please - can we not be Karens and Kyles? No one likes those kind of parents, babe! Besides, we don't want Dain and Deirdre to be insufferable brats, right? My Ma would twist our ears otherwise!"

"...You make a good point, Castin."

Overall though? Learning how to become parents became a fun and trying adventure for Castin and Celica.

While Celica struggles to find that middle ground between a mother and a Baroness, Castin needs to figure out how to tone down his protective nature.

Because when a toddling Deirdre tripped and bang her poor head against the coffee table of their bedroom, she and Castin burst into inconsolable tears while Celica demanded for the carpenter to brought to the manor for interrogation. Fortunately for the carpenter, Rhett and Queen Isolde intervene before the entire household dissolve into anarchy. Meanwhile, all Dain did was farted on Rhett, lol.

#monotony's rambling #desmond asmr #headcanons #castin hammer #baroness (oc)

[starcrossedmansion]

character bio: Cecillia Seal Stork

Full name: Cecilia “seal” stork Nationality: British type: birdwoman (human-bird hybrid) Age: 30 Height: 5”4 Education: degree in mechanical engineering, degree in horology occupation: manager of the abandoned Wishing star amusement park (full time)/ clockmaker (parttime) positive attributes: Friendly, motherly, enthusiastic, responsible, attentive, hardworking, loyal Negative attributes: meek, socially awkward, pushover, has difficulty adapting to change, imposter syndrome, overstressed, is NOT boss material Sexuality: demisexual demiromantic romantic partner: Revelin Ellington Likes: designing bizarre fancy clocks, mechanics, collecting small things (stamps, shells, etc), cheesy puns, cold weather, tea Dislikes: extreme heat, crowded places, being forced to socialize, recklessness of loved ones, flying

‧₊˚✩彡𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟‧₊˚✩彡๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑

Quotes: “Welcome! welcome! Have you had lunch before driving here?” “please don’t put that in your mouth no matter how shiny it looks!” “I’m sure you’ll do a wonderful, fascinating, simply extraordinary job if you preform my speech instead!” “child please I JUST cleaned that place!” “ARE YOU OKAY? ARE YOU HURT? WHAT DO YOU NEED?” “I-I mean as long as you’re happy!” “[recites the entire time space continuum theory]” “we are NOT calling the cops for this”

‧₊˚✩彡𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟‧₊˚✩彡๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑

Family background:

Seal is a hybrid between a human (father) and a bird person (mother). She got her family name for the inherited spotted seal hair patterns she and the rest of her paternal relatives have

.‧₊˚✩彡𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟‧₊˚✩彡๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑

Personality:

Timid, soft spoken and motherly. She's in a constant state of stress over the others' safety and regret over picking more than she could chew (in this case park management) and is not happy from the sudden lifestyle change she has been thrown in. But keeps it together to motivate the rest of the employees instead.

She's responsible, hardworking and book smart, but is also a gullible and pushover people pleaser, desperate for making friends even at the cost of potentially getting taken advantage of.

‧₊˚✩彡𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟‧₊˚✩彡๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑

Backstory: Originating from a relatively poor family, as a child she used to live with her parents in a cottage near beach, despite having loving parents, she was surrounded by a not-so-welcoming kids at her age whom were disturbed by her animalistic features and behavior. thus, she never really succeeded in developing a decent amount of social skills and her bad memories became the root of her pushover and easily trusting nature in a desperate attempt to make friends as an adult. After getting a degree in engineering school with outstanding grades, she spent extra two years in watch-making school to achieve a horology degree.

Clockmaking was an occupations passed to her from generations to generations which she was actually passionate about, being absolutely content to have her own small uneventful life by basically even living in her small clock shop. By the time she received a life changing letter, mentioning her uncle’s will (and how he gave the abandoned amusement park to her as inheritance), due to her pushoverness, Seal couldn’t decline the offer of signing the papers and becoming the new owner of the abandoned theme park. Even if it was leagues out of her comfort zone and on the first days was prepared to abandon the establishment and leave altogether during any flash of insecurity/ inadequacy that overwhelmed her.

But by sheer miracle of finding new accidental friends and hiring decent people who believed in reviving the old theme park, she manages to regain her confidence bit by bit, cling onto her passion for mechanics and officially put her love and focus on reviving the newly modified and revamped rides. All the while continuing to design and sell clocks as means to pay her amusement park employees.

After moving in the mansion and becoming the theme park owner, she has started to aimlessly study management books in her spare time in a desperate attempt to learn about the basics, and possibly gain some amount of authority and confidence over managing the place. But she much rather prefers to tinker with the amusement park rides and their mechanisms instead of focusing on park management

‧₊˚✩彡𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟‧₊˚✩彡๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑

#oc #oc project #star crossed #star crossed mansion #star crossed theme park

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 19/10/2023

Take Me Home, Country Snow

Season 4 Episode 1 Featured on: E3 2019 Press Kit

Ripped by Smoky

For as many memes as SiIva creates or helps popularize, be it Grand Dad, We Are Number One, Totino's Mania, and so on - there's just as many, if not more jokes that wholly eclipse SiIva in terms of popularity. A meme legend in the gaming community, shitposts of Todd Howard have been around long before SiIva's creation, yet only truly took off in 2015 thanks to his presence at Bethesda's E3 show. E3 in general is a holiday of sorts for the gaming community, not just because its home to a bevvy of announcements and trailers for upcoming games, but also for its unavoidable memetic quality - there's just so much SILLY shit that happens at E3, be it awkward live speeches, technical mishaps, ill-timed reveals, or the inevitable barrage of Phil Spence saying the word "gamer". The SiIvaGunner team are not ones to leave such fresh meme produce out to rot, and are always immensely quick on the draw when it comes to each year's E3 highlights.

But lets be real - out of all memes and jokes that spawn out of E3, I don't think there are any that even come close to being as timeless and eternally funny as Toddposting. Year after year, Bethesda show after Bethesda show, Todd is always there, always pushing and promising that THIS time will be different, THIS time the game will truly let you do all of those things that were promised last time. Coupled with the company's insistence on having you purchase Skyrim over and over, and its no wonder his name is so well known. And though Todd took over the entire channel for a brief bit in Season 3, it would take yet one more year for the magnum opus to be released.

Take Me Home, Country Snow is such a perfect instillation of everything SiIvaGunner is capable of doing, and of everything that SiIvaGunner IS. 2018 already solidified Fallout 76 as a complete catastrophy of a game, a symbol for just how many empty promises Todd Howard will do in order to get his game sold. By E3 next year, Todd's infamy was put front and center as he was made to step out on stage and admit the faults of his game. Take Me Home, Country Roads, as the anthem to Fallout 76, became laced in a sort of ironic melancholy, the realization that its idealized game was never going to truly happen...and yet here, its celebrated - mashed up with Snow Halation of all things. I discussed in Snow halocean that much of what makes Snow Halation rips so special is that they feel like a sort of inauguration ceremony for individual memes - a seal of approval that a meme has truly "made it" on the SiIvaGunner channel. The ever-consistent visuals, the insistence of having them only feature one joke at a time, and of course the per-rip "speeches" each joke provides near the last quarter of the runtime - it all gives these rips a sort of celebratory vibe. By this point, Todd Howard's meme status was wholly, unavoidably, cemented as part of SiIvaGunner.

All of this isn't even to mention the quality of the rip itself - the self-titled "Nuclear Winter" mix of American country vocals paired with cheerful, snow-clad idol pop creates a vibe wholly unique to this rip - Take Me Home, Country Snow creates an image of optimism and celebration that otherwise seems so foreign to Bethesda games within the wider gaming sphere. Yet that's just the thing - Todd Howard isn't on this stage for his achievements as a game developer, but for his legendary status within online shitposting. This rip celebrates everything we love about E3, and at this point feels like a farewell to the event as a whole.

Todd's indirectly put smiles on so many faces all over the world, even if it most definitely wasn't in the way he ever intended. Take Me Home, Country Snow.

#todays siivagunner #season 4 episode 1 #siivagunner #siiva #Smoky #SmokyThrill77 #Youtube #Bandcamp #todd howard #toddposting #bethesda #starfield #the elder scrolls #elder scrolls #skyrim #fallout #fallout 4 #fallout new vegas #fallout 3 #fallout 76 #e3 #summer game fest #geoff keighley #bethesda game studios #snow halation