This picture is inane on so many levels. Marc's lean angle, mouth open, grinning. Bez having a soft smile. His hair destroyed and wet, red in the face.
Julia in the background having a "OH (my son is happy).... Oh shit (my son is happy with a VR46 Italian)" moment.
Gemma is between happiness and what the actual fuck.
Honestly that Pic is literally the definition of "How oblivious can someone be" because. Bez got Marc like THAT. Grinning. Wet. Inches away. He's right there. Mouth open. Waiting for a kiss. And Bez is out there like "I hope he likes me too 🥺🥺🥺"
He's a good dog and a good dog needs verbal instructions. Marc, I fear yoh need to tell him heads on you're in love with him or else this isn't working. Bez be the type to be like "Do you still like me" at 3 am and Marc is like "we are married???" "Yeah but did you marry me as a friend-?"
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trouble in paradise -> eun-hyeok, eun-yu, jae-heon, sang-wook + ???
a/n: still not over sweet home season 3....or s2....or s1...so i got to thinkin of some fun lil scenes <3 and i did my last exam today so yaaaay!
(cws: GN pronouns, major sweet home spoilers s1-3, mild angst in some places, some established relationships, implied lewds, minor lover's quarrels, a teensy smidgen of yandereness, short & sweet <3)
Lee Eun-hyeok
“Are we going to talk about it?”
“Nope.”
Each step he climbed would’ve made him hesitate–god only knew what could be lurking around the upper floors of Green Home–but when he was following after you, he seemed almost nonchalant. If not for the slightest furrow of his brow and the quiet dip in his stern voice, you might be convinced he was arguing about dinner plans rather than a fate of life or death.
“Stop running away from me.” Eventually he caught up, and yanked on your wrist with a firm grasp that stopped you at the top of the landing. The second floor was only half a staircase away, and the nerves finally showed in the quickening of his breath, a slight swallow around the lump in his throat that made his adam’s apple bob.
“I’m not running,” You insisted, albeit coldly, as you stared back down at him. “I’m getting away from the person who’s annoying me right now. Which just so happens to be you.” Eun-hyeok sighed in that mild, barely-bothered way of his, like it was too much to even huff wholeheartedly.
“You know how I feel about you.”
“Do I? You’ve never said it.” His grip tightened. “Why does it matter, anyways?”
“You know why.”
How typical. It always bothered you that Eun-hyeok acted like you should know everything that he did, and even when you did, he never praised you for it and often he barely acknowledged it at all, unless you forced him to. He was uptight and cold and stern, annoying and awkward and always made you feel like you were an idiot, even when he was the one being stupid.
So the warmth of his hand on your wrist shouldn’t have made you feel so hot in the chest, nor should it draw you to him as he stepped up the last few stairs and towered over you on the landing.
“You’re too tall, idiot.” You muttered under your breath.
“Make me shorter, then.” He answered, a half-smile threatening to cross his lips, but he was still too annoyed at you for volunteering to sweep the second floor yourself to show it. He wouldn’t give you even a modicum of satisfaction for going against the unspoken pact you made with him, however unknowingly; If I care about you, then don’t put yourself in harm’s way.
But honestly, he was so easy to take off guard. The gentle graze of your fingertips against his cheek loosened his grip on you in an instant, his hold growing slack the longer you looked him in the eyes. For someone so stuck-up and strict, his were surprisingly soft, almost wet like the baleful, brown gaze of a puppy-dog’s. He leaned in to your hands cupping his face, his touch lingering on your arm, and the kiss you shared–though brief–moulded a brush of chapped lips on warm ones to a silent agreement. I love you even though I can’t say it, I care for you in egregious ways, and with that in mind, let’s never speak of this to the others. The kiss hadn’t broken for more than five seconds before he opened his big mouth again.
“...At least wait for Hyun-su to return. He can go by himself.”
“Oh, for god’s sakes.” You rolled your eyes, and begrudgingly showed no resistance as he walked you back down the steps, his hand tightly clamped over yours.
Lee Eun-yu
The last time she looked back at your bunk, she clearly must've thought you were there. Because when you showed up just inside the entrance to the back way out of the stadium, Eun-yu startled and nearly whacked you when the beam of her flashlight panned over your disapproving face.
“Shit,” She gasped, only faltering for a moment before she huffed at the sight of you and lowered the light from your eyes. “Where the hell did you come from?”
“The better question is: where the hell are you going?” Your scowl nearly stung as much as your arms crossing over your chest. You were so pretty when you were mad, she thought, but she had no idea of the storm you were ready to unleash on her for sneaking out of the stadium. Again. “Eun-yu.” You reminded her sternly. She clicked off the flashlight and met your eyes in the dark before she answered.
“It's dangerous down here. Go back up.” She moved to step past you, only to be stopped by your hand on her arm.
“You think you can get rid of me that easy?” The fact that you felt brave enough to step back in front of her and block her way spoke volumes. Anyone else in the stadium's commune would avoid Eun-yu at every opportunity, for fear of her reputation and what she may do if she got angry.
Your relationship with her, however, spanned much deeper and closer than that. You spent time together, shared your feelings–she talked and cried to you about her brother, her family, and you spilled your secrets to her when you shared a quiet bunk together or a rare morning outside. She would reach for you when she slept and you found yourselves growing so close, so reliant on one another, that Chief Ji would punish you with fewer rations when Eun-yu pissed her off. Your girlfriend would just give you hers anyways or share from the stash she kept from her exploits outside, but it still widened the gap and nurtured the growing disdain they had for each other whenever Ji got you involved.
Eun-yu's expression soured in the dim light; she didn't have the stomach to push you off or shove you aside, but she certainly wouldn't be stopped when she had a goal in mind–at least not easily.
“At least let me come with you-”
“No!” She cried out of instinct, shaking her head furiously as she cut you off. “I-I need you to wait here for me. I need you to be here when I get back. You can't come–it's too dangerous.”
“And it's not dangerous for you?” The instant she opened her mouth to refute that, you clicked your tongue and released her arm from your tight grasp. “You're ridiculous. You're not invincible, Eun-yu. One of these days you're going to die out there, and I'll have to be the one sneaking out to go bring back your corpse!”
Just as those words echoed down the dark, humid tunnel, the sounds of footsteps approaching sent Eun-yu crashing into you. She grabbed you sideways and thrust you up against the wall, out of sight, slotting her body up as close as she could get against yours while her hand remained clamped over your mouth. You waited with your breath held back in your throat for whoever it was to pass by, the whole time trying not to think of how warm she was against you or how many nights you'd spent identical to this. Eun-yu's weight pinning you down, her hand covering your mouth, whispering sweet reminders in your ear to keep quiet as she brought you to the edge over, and over, and over again. Privacy was so scarce, and when she got the chance to tug a tarp or a blanket over your bunk and get a taste of you, she took it.
That's exactly what she must've felt as she finally pulled away, the benign footsteps having disappeared down the corridor. Because she barely slid her hand off your mouth and even when she did, she slipped a finger inside and smirked when you nipped at it. “Cute.”
“You're not off the hook, you know.” You whispered back, spit smeared over your chin from her digits grazing down towards your chest. Despite struggling to keep your head higher, Eun-yu was so hard to resist when she wanted you to relinquish that high-and-mighty attitude of yours. Your breath hitched as she squeezed you through your shirt, and hers tickled against your wet skin with a murmur into your mouth.
“I know.”
And just like that, she practically strolled away and left you high and dry, still panting and warm-faced from the closeness you so rarely had the opportunity to share. At your huffing behind her, she flicked a cheeky smile over her shoulder and waved, which only led her to chuckle when you flipped the bird in reply and moved to clamber back through the passageway's opening. One of these days, you wouldn't keep falling for her tricks–but that day was definitely not today.
Jung Jae-heon
“Hello, darling.” Being sweet again, was he? “I brought you some tea.”
You hummed in acknowledgement, but didn't bother to peer up from your book. Truthfully, you had just been flipping through pages absentmindedly for a while–it was just some old manual for the security system terminal that you could barely decipher. Not that you were really trying, anyways. Jae-heon, as magnanimous, faithful, and devoted as he was, had crossed the line this time.
The secret stash of ice cream you had been keeping in your cooler–saved with care for the literal end of the world–had fallen victim to the two children who joined you on the first floor fort. He knew you kept that particular brand for special occasions, and what better occasion for a nostalgic flavour than the apocalypse? But Jae-heon was aware of that too and he still let the children eat it. Granted, he told you right away, but it still pissed you off and rightfully so.
Your partner sighed and set the teacup down, took his seat in the chair by your spot, and pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose before he wrung his hands together. “How can I make this up to you?” He seemed genuinely remorseful for what he'd done, and although it was indeed trivial, he knew as well as anyone else here that the little things were sacred these days. Everyone was on edge at all times, so for the godly man you loved to turn on you really did hurt your feelings in the moment, even though you knew he didn't mean it. He was only being kind to the others, which you were still glad to say was one of his only flaws in your partnership; a generosity that spanned too far for some of the people he offered it to.
In all honesty, you were over it already and just wanted to squeeze a little more of his attention out of him. But you weren't a heartless person, you wouldn't make him suffer much longer–you turned your head to peer over at him, and spoke with a deadpan that you knew would throw him off.
“Premarital sex.”
Taken aback, he stuttered out an “I'm–I'm sorry?” and looked at you with wide eyes. You shrugged, and turned your attention back to your book.
“You heard me. I want your innocence.”
“I-I'm not a virgin, my darling.” Jae-heon's answer was clearly puzzled, and there was no better way to take advantage of it. You rolled your eyes in mock-surprise and slung an insult back his way.
“You whore. I thought you would save yourself for me–now you owe me even more.” With a click of your tongue, you made no effort to mask the sarcastic smile on your lips as you teased him.
“Language, darling. But…that seems like a fair exchange.” He finally answered. You shot up in your seat with a “Huh?”, the manual quickly forgotten and abandoned in your lap. Jae-heon folded his hands over the gap between his parted knees and looked away, unable to meet your eyes. But you knew you heard it, and he knew that you knew.
“You want to sleep with me?” You blurted out, and at your embarrassment and the clap of your hands over your mouth he finally laughed the tension away.
“Of course I–I do, my darling, I do.” He sat up straight in an attempt to regain his composure, clearly trying not to get too excited. “Since we first met, in fact. I spent many nights–ah, well, we don't have to speak of that.” He flushed darkly up to his ears.
“No, tell me!” You insisted, hopping off the couch to kneel in front of him, grasping at his clasped hands. He leaned back and cleared his throat, averted his eyes, closed his legs, anything and everything to hide the surge of desire that just coursed through him because of the contact. “You have to tell me. Please?”
“No, no, never mind.”
“Jae-heon!”
“All in due time.” He smiled down the bridge of his glasses. “To practice patience is god's will. But I'm…happy you're excited. Very happy.” A gentle pat on your head to steady you, he leaned down far for a kiss. Careful, gentle, and as soft as butterfly wings on your lips…you could only imagine what those kisses would feel like more intimately, and how he would treat you with such reverence under the covers as he did in all other aspects of life.
But it was as he said. Just a matter of time.
Pyeon Sang-wook
The first time you met Sang-wook, he reeked of nothing but smoke and spiced cologne.
It was no surprise that it had been an elevator ride that you'd first sensed him; he stood too tall and the space too cramped to not notice his presence, and all the sensations that hung in the air around him. A plastic bag swished at the side of his loose pants, held low and heavy with rolls and rolls of what looked like duct tape. You couldn't help but wonder at the time; what in the world did he need all that for? But you had heard of a man with a burnt face who worked as a gangster, and that fact alone was enough to shut you up and keep you quiet for the duration of that silent elevator ride. You politely nodded your head and smiled at him as you exited, purely out of courtesy, and that was all you'd seen of him until now.
You never thought you would be so glad to see the gangster show up at the end of the hall, his eyes wild with rage as he wrestled with the man that had chased and stalked you up three whole floors. You'd met your neighbour only in passing and didn't know much about him, just that he seemed polite and a bit awkward, but that façade melted away in an instant when he stumbled upon you in the corridor alone. His unnerving attempts to lure you into his apartment set off your alarm bells, so when he lunged forward to grab you and only missed by a hair, you didn't hesitate to start running as he chased you with a sledgehammer. By the time Sang-wook came to your rescue, you really thought you were as good as dead.
It was even more awkward to follow him down the steps of the fire escape afterwards, silently reconciling with the fact that you had just watched this man kill another person in brutal fashion. Sure, the world had changed practically overnight, but you still weren't used to the monsters–even those that resided inside the bodies of your fellow man.
By comparison, Sang-wook waited on every landing for you to catch up. Although he was quiet and scary-looking, he offered you a hand down the rickety, unstable stairs and braced your arm as you wobbled. How someone with so much rage in his body could be so gentle, when he just painted the walls of the upper hallway with crimson, was by itself a staggering revelation.
“Be careful.” He mumbled under his breath, and nodded his head towards the overgrown vines in your path. With his help, you safely stepped over them–you didn't even want to imagine how far the fall would be if you tripped and went tumbling over the railing.
“You should take your own advice.” You finally spoke up, which seemed to take him somewhat by surprise, even if it was just a silent raise of his eyebrows. “You're pretty reckless.” Sang-wook shrugged, and kept on his way. Though there were much fewer obstacles the further down you got, he still walked a step ahead to guide you down unhindered.
“You would be dead otherwise.” Good point. “Or worse.”
“Either way, thank you.” You squeezed his arm as the framing jiggled with the breeze, too frozen with nerves to keep going until it stopped again. And he didn't let go of you either until it did. “If there's anything you want in exchange, just ask.”
“I don't need anything.” He shook his head resolutely. Funny that this was the most you'd heard him talk in all the time you'd spent living in the same building as him.
“Really? Are you sure?” You held out your hand to offer the ring off your finger, which had been a gift and likely one of the most expensive things you owned, which wasn't saying much. He brushed off the offer and kept moving down the railing, his eyes not even in the vicinity of looking at it. What a stubborn guy. Out of curiosity, you threw out a slew of other things he might want as a reward; money, food, cigarettes, even sex, and he rejected each and every one of them without even thinking about it–except for the last one, which he almost seemed to ponder with a quick glance at you and then back to the stairs. It was actually getting a bit frustrating that he seemingly had no motives for saving your life, aside from the conscience of a good Samaritan that you would be shocked to find in as heartless of a murderer as he proved to be. Finally, you got to the last landing of the fire escape, and the door that led into the first floor sanctuary he mentioned in passing, but aside from holding it open for you he made no move to follow.
“Aren't you coming?” You cocked your head, puzzled. The absence of any reaction save for a slight shake of his head told you all you needed to know. In the heat of the moment, you stepped back out on to the landing with him and shut the door behind you, leaving him standing uncomfortably close–but not quite close enough for him to move away. “Where are we going, then?”
“You're not going anywhere.” He grunted. “Stay here.”
“No.”
“Do it.”
“I refuse.”
Sang-wook huffed, shoved the door open again, and pushed you in with a firm hand on the small of your back. Your feet flailed and slid beneath you as you stumbled into the corridor, and too fast for you to swing around in time, the door slammed shut in your face before you could get back out. He ignored the thudding of your fist and your voice ringing out in protest, the fire escape squeaking further and further away as he climbed back up the stairs.
Fine. Be that way. You rolled your eyes, but out of your peripheral you spotted the set of doors down the hall that led to the interior staircase, and the idea hit you too soon for you not to hurry towards it. You'd surely find a way to squeeze what he wanted out of him, whether he wanted to admit it or not…and besides, who better to stick next to in a dangerous situation than the most dangerous man in Green Home?
Lee Eun-hyeok (neohuman)
“I recognize you.” The man above you murmured, his gaze intense but his tone void of any real emotion. If you didn’t know any better, you would assume he was a human. But humans didn’t move so fast, heal so quickly, and walk the streets of the world freely without any fear of monsters, all three of which you’d seen him do in the last ten minutes of tracking him.
It had Eun-hyeok’s face, but it was impossible to tell whether it was really Eun-hyeok. That boy who had come along with the raiders at the apartments could roam around with a human body, so who was to say there wasn’t another monster who could do the same with a familiar face?
“I-I don’t know you,” You panicked, and the monster scoffed. He only stood over you, having dragged you out from behind the car you’d been watching him from, and the street was wide and long. You could scramble up to your feet and run away if you tried…and only if he wasn’t interested in chasing you, which he didn’t seem to be.
“You shouldn’t lie to me.” His shoe scraped on the pavement, which made you jump at the noise alone. You were so startled, so afraid, with that shocked expression on your face. There was no way you didn’t know him. It just simply wasn’t possible. “Come on. If you want to play hide-and-seek with me, then you should at least hide better.” The false Eun-hyeok got down on one knee, and leaned over so far his lips just barely brushed the shell of your ear as he whispered.
“I remember the sounds we made together. I know what your flesh feels like,” His hand hovered over your calf, careful to grip it so he wouldn’t break a bone by mistake. The way he touched it alone was far too familiar for comfort, and sent shockwaves up your leg that you forced yourself to ignore. “-The way you kiss me when you reach the edge. You can’t lie to me. I know everything about you.”
“No you don’t,” You shoved at his chest, breaking the contact between you that was sparking closer and closer to an all-consuming blaze. Eun-hyeok’s face stared back at you, unbothered and emotionless, but not quite cold. That wouldn’t account for the heat in his stare that was only slightly dissipating. “You’re not Eun-hyeok. Not even close.”
“I’m as close as you can get.” He murmured back, holding your gaze for so long you wondered if he would just reach out and kill you with one hand–but he didn’t. Eventually, he got to his feet, and effortlessly held out a hand for you to take. “Either you come with me, or I let you die.”
“I would rather die.”
“Don’t be stupid.”
“You’re the stupid one if you think I’m gonna trust you.” Eun-hyeok’s clone sighed, and drew back his hand. “Fair enough,” he muttered under his breath, and you figured he would end it there, leave, and let you wonder for the rest of your life whether or not you had rebuffed the real Eun-hyeok, the one that you wished you never had to leave behind. But not so, because in nothing more than a moment, Eun-hyeok lifted you off the ground like a child and slung you over his shoulder to start walking.
“Hey!” You shrieked, pounding on his back with your fists while your legs threatened to thrash–though he held them tight with his free arm to keep you from hitting him in the face. “Let me go! Eun-hyeok!”
“I changed my mind. You’re not free to go.” He replied over his shoulder, and gave you a light smack on the thigh as you continued to wiggle. Little did you notice the smart half-smirk that crept across his face as he led onwards, and it was better that you didn’t. You wouldn’t want to know of all the things he planned to do with his new body, once it finally clicked for you that this Eun-hyeok would always be yours.
i'm aware that this is probably very personal so obviously no pressure to answer, but i saw on your about page you say "we" and "us" - are you a system/multiple, or do you just like referring to yourself with plural pronouns?
we're a system*
(*complicated. from 2014-2020 we were Two People; from 2016 or so to 2020 we presented as such irl, including to parents, teachers, therapists, etc. in 2020 we ~integrated? ish? partially?? and are much more median but have complicated feelings about this. sometimes we split off ~temporary ~fictives. idk dude we Can present singlet most of the time these days and we do that because presenting multiple sucked a lot due to Living In A Society--like, it was worth it at the time, but now that we are not As Distinct it's not anymore--but we're not really a singlet but we're also not really a system the way we used to be. it's complicated)
I've just been thinking a lot about Tank (alter; multiplicity stuff. You've met him if you've been here since before JSMN) today; I keep expecting him to show up and he hasn't, which is fine, but I had a whole gender related breakdown on like? Friday?? (I.....remember almost none of it) and some stuff came up about him, or about my relationship with him, and I keep expecting Some Kind of communication or a switch but it's like I have cotton wool in my ears. I can....hear that I Should be hearing something, but I'm not.
And I'm just thinking about him and how one of my/our perpetual issues with knowing who we are is that we Both have grown up and developed, and so there's been this like, dual process that has made understanding what we each want and what we each like or need, so complicated. I wish he'd front for a bit so his thoughts would be clearer.
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With pedro's nerve problems, did he tell his parents or did he hide itđź‘€
Amazing question.... I'm having A LOT of thoughts on this.
So assuming Dani is told about that. Like really picture the situation: Dani, who has seen Jorge lose part of his finger, who thought for a sec Jorge would be paralyzed, who knows probably all about Marc's horror arm stories, Dani who had roughly every bone of his body broken and glued back together hears that Pedro - his baby - is having serious problems with his hands? I think it were 3 things going numb? So Pedro is having an actual, longer lasting problem that could influence him for a longer period of time/ for teh rest of his life? So something more severe than the broken bones or stretched tendons or whatever he had so far?
... Oh he's dragging his boy to every hospital he can find. He's finding out what's going and getting it fixed IMMEDIATELY. Wheter Pedro wants to or not. And Pedro is VERY aware of that.
But the thing is.... Pedro said it started in Japan? So an overseas race where his papa wasn't around. PLUS. Afterwards there were 3 more oversea races. Assuming he didn't go home for the one week break in between, he wasn't around Dani for over a month and I BET he didn't want to call his parents and tell them about what's going on so he doesn't worry them. Like he knows they'd worry and insist he go see a doctor but he barely as any free time anyway and doesn't want to deal with it so he just tries to not put too much pressure on it, does some exercise and stretching etc and calls it a day. And then he's back and he just keep missing the window to tell them and at that point it's Christmas and then the new year, new season and suddenly it's too late to tell them and deal with it.
So I said he didn't tell his parents.
But then the race happend and he knew he had to come clean and since his papa already had to find out over social media about the Ducati contract, he's now calling his papa - Dani has a heart attack because his son was in visible pain and now he's calling him and there was nothing on the news so it has to be something serious???? - and telling him everything.
Or, well I guess Jorge and Dani watched the race so I'm sure they immediately clocked what's wrong, maybe assumed it was arm pump (idk about the build up of arm pump but there's a great potential for angst by then realizing Pedro was in pain AND DIDNT TELL THEM.)
Also the potential for them being pissy at Pedro because he was in pain and didn't tell them and instead raced when he wasn't fit/ in pain. I mean it could have caused serious trouble and be a real danger for himself and others. It's a good thing no one was around when his arm stopped working. It'd be bowling if that had happened in the first corner of the first lap. Anyway so Dani is a bit cold and like angry caring about Pedro while Jorge is uncomfortable silence and gives Pedro a look like *yeah of course he's angry but he loves you give him time*. And then Pedro has surgery, gets a kiss on the head from both his dad's and when he wakes up, Dani is already next to him, holding his hand, brushing his hair back and saying something like "Welcome back sweetheart" the same way he had since Pedro was a child and Pedro - still high from anesthesia - just clinges to his papa.
hear me out: how would some of your yanderes react if they had a darling escape? like, fully disappear and cannot ever be found when they escape? a darling that haunts the narrative >:)
Ohohoho...... >:)
Isabelle is an easy one, because if you slipped through her fingers and she couldn't get you back, she would start killing people that look like you. She would get so obsessed that she wouldn't stop thinking about you, about finally finding you and proving you can't ever get away from her--she'd get unhinged to the point of becoming even more dangerous than she already is. She might even force some of her captives to dress and act like you just to try and quench that desire to have you.
Others, like Hyun-jin, Makoi, Yuya, and Aryll, would use their connections to try and scrape everything they can in search of you. Tracking your online profiles, looking for you in person, they would employ, threaten, or just enlist the help of their trusted colleagues to try and track you down. Even if it costs them thousands they'll do it for your sake, at least that's what they tell themselves as they spend years draining away their lives just for the hope of seeing you again.
Umi would drive themselves crazy with a severe, intense depression that washes over them. They'll let their hair dye wash out and go back to its natural colour, they won't stream, they'll barely do anything in your absence. Kaito will have to check on them just to make sure they eat enough not to starve.
Leigh, Tsung, and Seiko would all make shrines dedicated to you after failing to find you in a reasonable amount of time. They'll spend so much time worshipping and adding whatever tiny, insignificant bits and bobs they can to your altar until it completely consumes their lives. Seiko would likely dress up a pillow in your clothes and use it for pleasure just to relieve the stress and tension of you being gone.
