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#THIS WAS SO MUCH FUUUUUUN

kimbapisnotsushi · 1 year

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i am SO with you on thinking a lot abt yahaba and kageyama!! how they have such different relationships to oikawa, how yahaba and kindaichi are like gossipy buddies?? theres NO WAY that yahaba didn't get a skewed as hell picture of kageyama from the two of them lmao, my boy being salty as hell abt seijoh losing to them but also angry-cheering them on tv at nationals haha. I'd love to hear you take on these two :D

OH MY GOD HELL YEAH ANON THANK YOU

i think about them a LOT but i don't have anything written down for them yet, which is such a shame because i think they'd have such a fun dynamic!!! yahaba obviously admires oikawa a whooooole lot, and i think he'd be a tad bit frustrated that oikawa puts himself down in comparison to kageyama and takes it out on kageyama instead LMAAO. in canon, i think yahaba kind of wants to hate kageyama at first based on what kindaichi and kunimi have told him and because of the effect he has on oikawa, and yahaba sort of does, really, but he also never really KNEW kageyama, and i think that would help in them becoming eventual friends.

i also think that, hypothetically, if kageyama HAD ended up at seijoh, then yahaba would have had more to worry about than oikawa, because in that scenario there's a very real chance that yahaba would have been skipped over completely and the starting setter role would have gone straight to kageyama.

(keep in mind that there are, like, a HUGE number of factors for this and we'd have to think about what impacts this scenario or not, but if we take it with the things we know — kageyama was still in a rough spot and he wouldn't have had hinata so oikawa would have remained the best choice throughout the entire year, and since oikawa is older and more mature by that point and they're actually on the same side, i'm inclined to think oikawa would help kageyama AND yahaba improve because, hey, school pride he can't have them let seijoh fall through the ranks after he leaves, and imo kageyama would fucking BLOOM under oikawa's guidance if it was properly done)

so, yeah, yahaba would have pretty big reasons to be antagonistic towards kageyama, but i think once he gets over that they'd make a pretty great friendship! yahaba gets what it's like to want to match up to someone you really admire, and i think they'd have a fun time bonding over being the ultimate oikawa fans LMAAAO

(of course kageyama is COMPLETELY unaware about this whole complicated moral dilemma yahaba is struggling through because of him. he just thinks yahaba is cool because oikawa told him so ONE time and that anyone who can stand up to kyoutani deserves the utmost respect.)

#THIS WAS SO MUCH FUUUUUUN #I MISS TALKING ABOUT YAHABA HE'S ONE OF MY FAVES #seijoh hcs in the near future mayhaps . . .#yahaba shigeru #kageyama tobio #oikawa tooru #kindaichi yuutarou #kunimi akira #kyoutani kentarou #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu hcs #sou says stuff #sou answers

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teamfortresstwo · 2 months

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Wow comics are so much easier when you don’t have to worry about paneling or backgrounds or speech bubbles .

#Making a shitty comic <3 #it’s a lot more fun tho so . might do this more often .#still should probably start actually completing my artworks soon #but aughhh sketching is just so much more fuuuuuun

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one-strugling-bean · 2 years

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I finished the journey that is tommyinnit’s clinic for supervillains by bonesandthebees and have thoughts about it

I fangirled every time a new hero or villain got introduced

The names, the costumes, the superpowers - these were my favorite parts of the fic. Aling with trying to figure out who was who and what would be their powers and alliances

404 was my favorite hero and Jester was my favorite villain

The image that stuck to me of 404 George is of the most apathetic, tired-looking man ever

Constantly done with everything and everyone

Not payed enough to deal with this shit

"This shit" being life in general

Is totally okay with kidnapping a kid as long as Dream pays for all the McDonald’s they’re gonna have to spend on him

Meanwhile, Quackity as a shapeshifter, a business partner, and head of an underground network - yesssss

I was sadder than Tommy when he realized Jester wasn’t gonna be there for the big finale

Tommy’s constantly growing collection of Animal Crossing merch never failed to make me jealous of him - I want figures of the Able Sisters too Q^Q

I related to Ranboo so freaking much, it was irreal

“I have the backbone of a chocolate eclair," Me too, Ranboo, me too u~u

He also has some of the most OP powers out of everyone

Tubbo was a freaking Bakugo Katsuki of life, creating explosions out of the palms of his hands

Bench Trio moments were more enjoyable than Crime Boys moments to me, oops

I can’t explain how much I adored that everyone was pretty grey in terms of morals all the time

There is no objective right or wrong in this fic, just people fighting for what they think is right

There were so many instances where the main characters did things that I don't consider right, and I love that

No one was evil per se, but no one was really good either

Except Puffy and Monarch, those two were top tier the whole time,, they deserved medals

After DSMP lore and Passerine, I was so happy that Dream wasn’t a sociopath and an irredeemable villain again

He kinda made me wish we saw more of the Heroes' sides of things

I also read the one-shot about HBomb’s death and I love the extra context it gave, because wow

Dream was ready to face the consequences of his actions there

And Puffy was a badass as usual

Karl and Ponk socializing with the villains were great, you go boys, make some friends-

Long story short, TCFS was a delight to read and I can’t wait to read more things from the same author, as they have other DSMP related fics, and all seem pretty good.

Now, it’s Mango Ball time. Apparently it’s a twitter thread??

Can't wait

#dsmp #dream smp #dsmp fanfic #tommyinnits clinic for supervillains #this au was so much fuuuuuun #genuinely #loved it to bits #fanfiction

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blazeball · 7 months

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terror ball games make me so happy <3 this was awesome i'm glad i was able to watch tonight

#i had a REALLY BAD MORNING mentally so i was worried i couldn't handle a tball game #but i couldddd and it was so much fuuuuuun #quincy.txt

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universalcas · 1 year

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I can't believe i have finished ALL the graphics omg

below it's just my face pls ignore

#it was so much fuuuuuun 🥲🥲🥲#personal #glasses over glasses cuz why not lol

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bk-4-trash-fire · 6 months

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You all wanted this....

Stray part 2

Apologies for this taking so long

Work got me fuvked up

Btw I am working on doodles for this series

make sure to not spam my account please I don't want to block you

With our geo grampa having a crisis

You were checking up on the snow globe from ya head

It was your little way of checking up on your little people

Because if ya tried seeing it in any other way it exploded

Computers, tvs, tables, hell even on large scale machines

Nothing apparently couldn't handle the scale of your world enough for you to see it properly

But this will do...

And everything seems to be in order....

WELP DON'T NEED THIS NO MORE

As our lovely zhongli trying to find the best way possible to speak with his creator

He then hears the sound of shattering glass

Looking over at his creator he sees a cat

With half a broken ball in their hands....

Oh..

OH GOD NO

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Ok back with the fucking cat...

Caring for the glass ball wasn't your main priority

Because all you have to do is stick the glass in your stomach and pop a new one out of your back again

That was very much not communicated with you geo dragon

So now you have an old dragon on the floor desperately trying to put the glass ball back together

In the heat of the moment you take one look at the pile of glass and belly flop onto it

It's not a nice feeling but it's better than having to listen to that poor man worry over a glass ball

Your stomach glows as it absorbs the glass and soon you body shakes as it creates a glass ball

(think of a giant machine shaking violently as it tries to do its job)

And with a *pop* a new glass ball appears from your back

Once again zhongli is confused and at this point he's existence in a joke that never ends

Somewhere else in the slums.....

A portal is opened

And three unlucky souls are

A traveler

A bard

And the unlucky boy who just happened to be there at the worst time possible

But what happened before this?

10 minutes before this

Venti was having a good day

Great even.

Until the wind told him zhongli was trying to see the creator

That son of a-

He was supposed to be the first to see the creator

Following the wind he found a cave hidden in some brush

With an inhumane amount of stairs

Zhongli you bit-

Deeper into the cave he found a large yet strange machine

Ancient runes cover the machine in rows

Oh and the traveler was there

Wait....

Why is the traveler here?

They seemed just as confused about the machine as him..

But as the traveler was inspecting the machine one of the runes they touched began to glow

Soon the every rune on the machine as it power up for God knows what

As the machine violently shook venti could hear something screaming coming closer

Oh look it's bennett!

OH WAIT THE STAIRS

BENNETT NO-

A violent push is given to the two immortals as they are all accidentally thrown into the creators world...

Ok that's it

Have fuuuuuun :]

#sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #genshin self aware #sagau x reader #genshin x creator reader

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mybiasisexo · 8 months

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Entangled - Part 8

Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader Chapter Warnings: Language Word Count: 5k Author Notes: okay, I feel like this is lowkey a filler chapter 😭. but I like it so idk lmao. so much has happened since I last updated. I quit my old job, got a new one (that's kicking my ass. pray for me) had my bday and saw Beyonce 3 times!! but yeah as always sorry for the delay, hope you like the chapter and feel free to lmk what you thought!!! I loooove feedback and y'alls commentary!!! makes my damn day!! have fuuuuuun~!

You come to the following morning from what is possibly the best sleep you’ve gotten in years. A yawn escapes you as you stretch your tender body.

The action has you aware of something not moving around you, and you glance down to see a heavy arm thrown over your waist. As if the owner of the limb can sense your attention, it constricts, pulling you closer to a heat behind you.

Startled, you tense up, not even daring to breathe as you carefully roll onto your back and then turn your head the rest of the way until you’re knocking your nose gently against Chanyeol’s.

He’s in a deep slumber. Gentle snores leave his slightly parted lips, and his features are relaxed. He looks so peaceful, so serene, so…content. It melts your heart. You can’t help but stare at him, noticing the way his silky tawny hair falls across his pillow and the stubble poking out of his chin that grew in from the night before.

The night before….

Your eyes widen at the reminder and you’re sitting straight up, causing Chanyeol’s arm to fall limply on your lap.

Oh, you’ve really done it now.

Chanyeol stirs, and you think you’ve woken him, but he just rolls onto his other side, revealing his naked back to you.

Harsh rows of red raised skin catch your attention–the proof of how good a lover he is. Even though you know to some men, Chanyeol included, the scratches are a badge of honor, you only feel remorse from causing him pain.

His lack of clothing has you aware of your current state of undress and you quickly pull the thin sheet over your chest. It’s a silly action. Chanyeol’s sleeping, but even if he was awake, he’s seen your breasts plenty of times, had them in his goddamn mouth last night for christ’s sake.

Still, you must at least try to preserve some dignity.

You dare another glance at the man beside you, as if he’s a figment of your imagination that will vanish once you’re in your right mind. He doesn’t go away, so you must be really out of it.

Groaning, you drop your head, hitting your forehead repeatedly with the palm of your hand.

Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

Fucking your ex fiance was the last thing you had planned to do on this trip. Getting closure? Sure. Making peace? The least you could have done. Now? Things have become even more complicated. Which is pretty impressive given everything that has transpired over the last couple days. And Yerim…. God, Yerim. She hasn’t even been gone twenty-four hours and you’ve already jumped her man’s bones. Sure, he was yours first, but it’s the principle of the thing.

Shit, maybe you are the problem.

As if you aren’t already about to dive in a pool of panic, a memory from the night before decides to reveal itself. The knowledge has you gasping, staring unseeingly ahead of you in terror.

Did you tell Chanyeol you loved him?

Oh, god. Oh, fuck.

Yeah, you gotta get out of here.

Feeling nauseous, you stumble out of the bed, crumbling to the ground the minute you put weight on your legs. Your bambi legs are a byproduct of Chanyeol’s pleasurable menstrations, having you literally weak in the knees. You shake your head and push through the slight throbbing of your core, standing carefully on shaky legs. Chanyeol chooses this moment to toss back around so that he’s facing you again. The arm that was around you earlier flops forward to reclaim its position, but lands on egyptian cotton instead. His eyebrows scrunch together as his hand idly runs over the empty space–searching for you. Feeling bad, you pull down a pillow. His fingers find it and yank it towards him, curling into it like a toddler with his favorite teddy bear. Your name leaves his mouth in a content breath, and all the turmoil in you dissipates for a moment. Maybe you’re overreacting? Yerim won’t be too mad, right? And Chanyeol still wants you, right? Last night meant something to him?

Did it mean something to you?

You can’t even think about that right now. Truth is you have no idea where you stand, and are even more confused than before the wedding. You’ve blurred the lines and anything can mean anything.

What you do know is that you need to leave, and you need to do it before Chanyeol wakes up. You can’t face him right now, not before you understand your emotions and actions.

“Focus,” you order yourself. You scan the floor that is now a mess of discarded garments, and a shimmer of gold catches your eye. You snatch it up, only to find it’s Chanyeol’s tie. You stare at it, remembering the way he demanded you to undress him, and drop it like it shocked you, shivering from the memory. That is definitely not what you’re looking for.

There. A little further you find your dress and underwear. You slide them on quickly, not bothering to zip up your dress. You’re only going a few doors down, so you only hold it against your chest.

Despite telling yourself to focus, you can’t stop thinking about your confession. Obviously it was the lust speaking, the nostalgia. Yeah, that’s all that was.

Chanyeol never said it back.

The epiphany straightens your back, and you startle as you lock eyes with yourself in the floor length mirror directly in front of you. The woman before you is tragic, her hair poofy and stiff, eyes rimmed black, face puffy and nose still red from crying. You look like the clown you are.

You shudder, truly haunted, and head out. You pause by the door to slip into your shoes and grab your purse. Your heels have a buckle, but you can’t risk wasting any more time, so you don’t bother securing them.

You open the door and a choir of angels begin to sing.

Their joyous voices die with a record scratch at the sight of Byun Baekhyun standing on the opposite end, fist up as though he’s about to knock.

You can’t catch a break.

He takes you in, visibly shocked. He says your name in a dramatic loaded question and you wince at his volume, bouncing off the walls. Damn, this is not good.

“What are you doing here?” He asks accusingly.

You quickly peek over your shoulder, checking to see if your new visitor is loud enough to wake Chanyeol. He doesn’t stir, and you can’t fight the pride that blooms in you. You wore that man out!

Shaking the emotion off, you turn back to Mr. Loud Mouth in front of you.

“Hush,” you hiss, shoving him back with the arm not currently holding both your dress, and what little you have left of your sanity, together. You make sure the door closes with a gentle ‘click’ before grabbing Baekhyun’s arm, dragging him the couple doors down to your suite. He yelps and asks where you’re ‘kidnapping’ him. It’s easy to ignore his helpless cries with the obnoxious sound of your heels slapping against your feet.

Once in front of your door, you dig through your purse for your key, forgetting you didn’t secure your dress. The top half flutters down, titties basking in the breeze.

You freeze, eyes closing tightly as you bite your bottom lip so hard you think you’re going to bite it off. Your only saving grace is that Baekhyun is behind you, obscuring his view of your private bits.

You hear him huff in annoyance before he’s brushing your hair out of the way, gathering your dress, zipping it up as far as it can go with your arms not in the sleeves.

“Thank you,” you whisper, face burning in shame. Dejectedly, you find the key and get you both in. You kick your clacky shoes off, not wanting to draw unwanted attention, and lead Baekhyun to your room. You rest your forehead against the door as you close it, giving yourself a moment to just breathe.

Once you’ve deluded yourself into thinking you’re good, you turn around and face your friend. He’s taken residence in your vanity chair, searching your frazzled figure with worry. You can only imagine what you must look like from his point of view.

Finally, he musters the courage to speak. “You look….”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“Okay…. Would you care to explain why you were running out of Chanyeol’s room like you robbed him? In your wedding clothes, no less, first thing this morning?”

You rub your eyes. To be honest, no, you didn’t want to have this conversation. Especially with Baekhyun. No offense to the guy, you adore him, but he’s not really known for taking things seriously. Except… right now it does appear he’s taking this situation very seriously. Although there is a hint of playfulness in his tone, you can’t see any of it on his face, only genuine concern.

Defeated, you sigh and march to your bed, plopping down onto the edge to bury your face in your hands.

“We had sex.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell,” he answers sarcastically. You glare at him through your fingers. He grins in reply, but it’s soft, reassuring, letting you know that everything will be okay.

It slips from his face as a thought occurs to him. “You weren’t drunk, were you?”

You shake your head and he lets out a relieved breath.

“Quite the opposite. It was probably the most sober decision I’ve made this whole trip.”

“So, what went wrong?”

“I just….” You recall your confession and wince, stomach flipping with embarrassment. “We ended up running into each other in the elevator and went to his room. We were only supposed to talk. But, I don’t know. You know the wedding was a lot for us both. And this trip has been very stressful and tense and we haven’t been alone since we got here and maybe that was for good reason because obviously we couldn’t handle that if–”

“You’re rambling,” he interrupts.

You take a deep breath.

“I told him I loved him,” you push out before you can regret admitting it. It sounds even worse spoken out loud.

“And?” He asks, skeptically.

You blink in surprise at his reply. “And he, well, he didn’t say it back.”

You avoid his gaze and bring your knees to your chest and nibble on your thumbnail anxiously, waiting for Baekhyun’s response to the new detail. You must have rendered him speechless, because he remains silent. Either that, or he’s trying to figure out the best way to let you down on Chanyeol’s behalf. That makes you stiffen your shoulders, bracing yourself for the cold dose of reality. It never comes, and his lack of response drags until you think you’re going to explode.

Finally, you whip your head up to him exasperatedly just to see him looking at you like you’re the dumbest bitch he’s ever seen.

“What?” You snap, hating how condescending his expression is.

He rolls his eyes at your tone and lets out a laugh coated in disbelief, rubbing his forehead. “I love you, but you’re stupid.”

“I know,” you sulk, pouting as you rest your chin on your knees. “I wasn’t thinking straight, obviously. I got too caught up in the moment. Being with him like that, it brought me back to the good ol’ days, when we were falling in love. But, we’re not in college anymore. We’re not the same people we were when we were together.”

You furrow your brows, really trying to untangle your thoughts. It’s a lot easier to do with someone to look at.

“That’s what it is. I mean, how can I still love a man I don’t know? I can still have lingering feelings for the man I used to know, though. Maybe having sex was a good thing? All that leftover tension between us can finally rest. Yeah, that’s what last night was–left over tension. Now that we’ve done the deed, we should be good now. Sure, we still need to have a talk, there’s still some things we need to address to fully move on, but I think the hardest part has passed.”

You search your friend’s face for the right answer. “Right?”

His lips thin and then he’s sighing. “Do you want to know what I think?”

You nod miserably, thoughts too chaotic to decipher any logic.

Baekhyun stands up and walks over to you, reaching out to rub your arms comfortingly. In a gentle murmur he says, “I think you need some breakfast.”

A surprised chuckle leaves you as you lean forward, resting your forehead against his stomach. “You’re probably right.”

You relax under his touch, and you both stay like that. His hands go from your shoulders to your back, rubbing soothing circles onto your skin. The repetitive trail makes you drowsy.

The door swings open.

“I thought I heard you co–OH MY GOD!”

Seulgi stands dumbfounded at the door, the hand not frozen on your door knob covers her hanging jaw. Shock coloring her face as she takes in the compromising sight before her.

Baekhyun stumbles quickly away from you, tripping over his feet in his haste.

“It's not what it looks like!” You defend. That’s literally the worst line you can possibly say to her.

“What the hell!” She squeaks. “What the fuck is happening right now!?”

“We were just about to get something to eat!” Baekhyun says, as if that explains anything.

“HUH?!” Seulgi starts fanning her reddening face. She turns to you, not even going to humor him. “Look, I know this weekend has been rough for you. I understand you wanting to distract yourself by getting underneath someone. But, to sleep with Baekhyun of all people–”

“Hey!” The man in question barks. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Seulgi, please,” you beg. Crawling off the bed, you stumble over to her. “That’s not what happened at all!”

Your words go through one ear and out the other as she glares at Baekhyun, who’s shivering in his metaphorical boots under her judging stare. “I can’t believe you would do this! Chanyeol is your best friend! Do you not care how this will affect him when he finds out?”

“We didn’t do anything,” you plead.

“Then explain what I just walked into! Explain why you look a damn mess! And are those–are those hickeys?”

“I HAD SEX WITH CHANYEOL!” You yell in her face.

“I–wait, what?” You can see the internal conversation she’s having with herself as she tries to comprehend what you just confessed to her. When your words have meaning, a look of sheer horror contorts her lovely features.

“You didn’t.” Her voice is low, threateningly so.

You gnaw at your bottom lip, even more anxious than when Baekhyun was questioning you.

Your silence is an admission and she yells your name accusingly.

“I know!” You agree. “Please, I know!”

“I don’t understand. How? Why? I thought you were over him, or at least trying to be. I–”

“Hey,” Baekhyun cuts her off, joining your little party. He rests a hand on her shoulder. “Let’s let her take a shower and get into some clothes that don’t have cum stains on them. Then we can get breakfast. She can explain everything then.”

“There’s no cum on my dress,” you mumble with a frown.

“I know Chanyeol’s kinks,” Baekhyun says. You huff in defeat.

Seulgi’s cat shaped eyes bounce back and forth between you both skeptically. You can see all the questions she has running through her pretty head.

“Alright,” she reluctantly agrees. “Hurry and get ready. I’m starving.”

You have a feeling it’s not food she’s hungry for.

Baekhyun leads her out of your room, throwing you an apologetic look, and you wonder how many more times he’s going to look at you like that.

Nearly an hour later, you find yourself in a little unassuming mom and pop restaurant. Baekhyun’s grandmother lives on the island, so he knows all the local hot spots. The ajumma serving you is absolutely thrilled to see him, promising to put a bit more love in your food, which you can definitely taste upon your first bite. It is exactly what you need after the active night you’ve had.

“Yerim made it home safely,” Seulgi informs, not glancing up from her plate as she does.

Your lips thin at the mention of her sister, knowing she’s bringing her up on purpose.

You didn’t need her reminder. Yerim has been on your mind all morning.

“Yeah?” You finally answer. “Glad to hear. I’m sure she’ll hate me for good once she finds out what I did right after she left.”

“She’ll get over it,” Baekhyun is quick to dismiss.

“She’ll forgive you,” Seulgi allows. “But she’ll never forget.”

Leaning back, she finally gives you a sharp look. “What happened last night anyway?”

Luckily, you just so happen to scoop some food into your mouth when she asks that, so you take advantage and slow down your chewing. Aiming to enjoy every last bit, because you know it’s going to be the last time you’ll be able to. You swallow it down with some water, for good measure, taking your time chugging it empty.

Seulgi watches in amusement, knowing what game you’re playing.

“Well,” you start, scratching behind your ear. “As you both already know, Chanyeol and I hooked up last night.”

“Hooked up?” Seulgi clarifies incredulously. It’s an interesting choice of words to describe what the two of you did.

Beside her, Baekhyun shakes his head, but keeps his opinions to himself, allowing you the floor.

“Yeah. And I want to say, for the record, that it was spontaneous. We just so happened to bump into each other when I was on my way back to the room. He asked me if I wanted to go to his room instead and I said yes–innocently! We were planning on just talking. And I mean, we did talk a bit?”

“Did you talk about Yerim?” Seulgi asks.

“No….” You avoid her stare and sink into your chair.

“Did you talk about your breakup?”

“No….”

Her eyes narrow. “So, what did you talk about?”

“About the wedding,” you answer like it’s obvious.

“And now it all makes sense.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You pout.

“The two of you have been tiptoeing around each other all weekend. I thought it was just the awkwardness of seeing an ex–in your case, an ex dating your friend. But I misread it. Now it’s pretty obvious that if it weren’t for Yerim, you would’ve probably slept with him sooner. It wasn’t awkwardness I felt, it was tension…the sexual kind.”

Your frown deepens. Were you seriously that weak? You thought you did a pretty damn good job resisting Chanyeol, but it only took three days to fall into his sheets. That wasn’t very strong of you at all. Seulgi is right. Yerim was the main reason for you keeping your distance, not your pride or your past. She had only been gone a few hours before you gave into him.

“Does that make me a terrible person?” You quietly ask.

“I don’t think so,” Baekhyun answers simply, shrugging when you lock eyes.

“It doesn’t,” Seulgi agrees, although she lets out a tired sigh right after. “But I still don’t understand why? It’s been years, girl, and you’ve never mentioned him once in that time. It’s been a while since you got laid, and even longer since it was with Chanyeol. Old habits die hard, and you didn’t get the closure you wanted, but sleeping with your ex seems so out of character for you.”

“He’s not just some ex, Seulgi,” Baekhyun intervenes. “He’s her ex fiance, and they didn’t break up on bad terms, necessarily. There’s still love there.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” you interject, shifting in your seat uncomfortably.

“So, it was just an old attraction? Old habits and all that?” Seulgi asks.

“I think so,” you say and she seems to melt in relief. “I think it was just left over sexual tension, and now that we’ve got it out of our system, we can be normal. We can move on.”

Baekhyun doesn’t seem convinced. “And you’re sure Chanyeol will agree with you?”

You shrug. “I don’t see why not. It was just sex.”

“It’s never ‘just sex’ with Chanyeol, and you know that. Especially when it comes to you.”

“You’d be surprised,” you mutter, mood dampening at the memory.

He doesn’t hear you. “And I know you’re lying. Didn’t you tell him you loved him last night?”

You glare at Baekhyun and he answers it with a smug smile, knowing he just set you up.

“You did what now?” Seulgi asks deadpan.

Internally you wince. “I might have told him I loved him while in the throes of passion.”

She says your name disapprovingly.

“And you know what? He didn’t say it back. So, you see? It was nothing more than physical for him as well.”

Seulgi looks as though she has some words for you, but Baekhyun beats her to the punch.

“You both drive me insane,” he groans. “It’s obvious you both still care about each other, what’s the point of trying to talk yourself out of it? It’s never too late to try again, and trust me when I say Chanyeol wants to more than anything. He’s already asked you for a second chance. He wants this! He wants you!”

“He said all that when he was drunk off his mind, Baekhyun.”

“Doesn’t make it any less true!”

You groan and lean your head back against your chair, feeling the pressure of the world falling onto your shoulders. It hits you then, the weight of Chanyeol’s affection, and for a moment you’re back on that sidewalk, drowning in it. You remember why you left, remember the moment your love for him twisted into something dark. Chanyeol said you told him you hate him. Truth is, you had. With him back in your life, you forgot about that, forgot that there was another reason why you were trying to avoid him. Again, everything is even more confusing, and you find yourself at a total loss of what to do next.

“It’s okay to feel overwhelmed by that,” Seulgi reassures. She knows you way more than you give her credit far. “Everything is happening so fast. You don’t have to make a decision right now, and honestly, I don’t think it’s wise for you to.”

You lift your head back up and take in your concerned friends. With the way they’re both sitting on either side of each other before you, it’s almost like they’re the angel and devil on your shoulders. One speaks for your heart, while the other speaks for your mind. Holding onto each of your hands and yanking you back and forth like a rope in tug-o-war.

“I don’t know the right answer,” you whisper, feeling your eyes water in frustration.

“Whatever’s going to make you happy,” Baekhyun answers simply.

You cough a laugh and a tear escapes, but you’re quick to wipe it away.

“I think,” Seulgi begins, reaching over and grabbing your hand. “You should give each other space, and wait until you’re back in Seoul. It’s only a couple days, and it’ll give both of you time to figure out what exactly it is you want from each other. Do you have an idea of what that is? Is it a relationship? Closure? Or just physical connection?”

“I’m not sure,” you admit.

She tilts her head and raises her eyebrows. You understand. She’s right.

“That’s probably the best idea,” you relent.

Baekhyun grunts in disgust. “Doesn’t Chanyeol deserve a say in this?”

“Of course he does,” you say.

“But that’s a conversation for later,” Seulgi intrudes. “Preferably with others around.”

You lift your hands up in defeat.

Now that your problem has been solved for now, you all go back to eating in a comfortable silence. Everything still tastes amazing, thank fuck.

Suddenly, Baekhyun straightens and turns to Seulgi. “What did you mean earlier anyways? When you said me of all people?”

She scoffs. “Besides the fact that you’re a weirdo? You’re Chanyeol’s best friend. If you had slept together, it would be the deepest betrayal to him. But, if she had slept with any of you, my reaction would be the same. The only other person I could possibly see her with is Sehun, and even then….”

“Ew,” you both finish.

“I love all of you,” you say. “But not like that.”

“It’s the same for me too!” Baekhyun admits. “I would never do that to Chanyeol, because I would never do that, period. Don’t ever put that disgusting idea in anyone’s head again!”

“No problem!” Seulgi says, resolute.

You finish breakfast soon after that and leave for the hotel. Today is the first day of your little reunion tour. Sehun figured that everyone would be too hungover to do anything that required movement, so you’re all just going to hang out at the beach and watch the sunset. Sounds like the perfect Sunday to you.

You all left your phones in the car, so the first thing you do once buckled up is check your notifications, reading the texts in the groupchat confirming some of the others were heading out to the beach and the location they chose. Baekhyun winces as he scans his device, catching your attention. When you lock eyes, he gives you that pitiful smile, almost like a warning, before turning his screen for you to read. It’s filled with texts and missed calls from Chanyeol.

“Oh boy,” is all you can muster, trying not to linger too much on the only message you can read: ‘please. I’m begging’.

“What’s up?” Seulgi asks from the backseat. Baekhyun proceeds to show her his phone and she shakes her head in dismay.

“Should I call him?” He asks.

“No,” you’re quick to reply. Avoiding his gaze, you settle into your seat, staring blindly out the windshield. You feel him watching you for a moment before sighing and starting the car, pulling out to drive you back to the hotel.

The elevator ride is long. You wonder if Chanyeol will be in the hallway when it opens. Baekhyun leans against the wall, rapidly firing off texts the whole way up. It takes everything in you not to ask him what he’s telling Chanyeol to calm him down.

The doors open, and you’re both relieved and crushed to enter an empty hall. Baekhyun walks you both to your room, which is polite, but you all know is a front. His room isn’t on this floor, and you don’t need him to walk you back.

“Where are you going?” You can’t help but to ask.

He grins guiltily and nudges his head towards Chanyeol’s room. “I’m going to check on him. That’s why I came up here in the first place.”

“Right….”

He pats your shoulder. “Get ready and head down to the beach. I’m sure you got Jongdae’s text in the groupchat. Both him and Jongin are already setting up camp.”

“Don’t take too long,” Seulgi says in farewell before pulling you into the suite.

As soon as the door closes, she’s holding you by the shoulders, staring deep into your eyes. “You can’t go back on your word now.”

“I’m not,” you say, cringing as the way it sounds like a lie.

Her grip on you tightens. “It’s all going to work out. Don’t get all sulky.”

“I’m not.”

She smiles. “You’re such a terrible liar. It’s kind of cute.”

“Stop flirting with me,” you sigh, grabbing her hands to hold them instead. “I’m going to take your advice. We need space.”

“Space,” she repeats approvingly, rubbing your knuckles with her thumbs.

Banging on your door causes you both to jump.

“Yeol, stop it! I already told you they’re not there!”

“I need to know for sure.”

You swallow thickly at the sound of Chanyeol’s voice.

You hear Baekhyun sigh and then Chanyeol call your name, which jerks you closer to the door. Seulgi grips your hands harder, holding you back. You lock eyes. She shakes her head in warning.

“Are you in there?” He pauses briefly, waiting for you to reply. You hold your breath, afraid in the silence he can hear your heart’s rapid beating. “Please, open the door, Mel. I just… I just need to see you.”

His voice is calm, but alarmed, as if he’s trying not to sound as desperate as he feels. He knocks again, the reps urgent, giving away the worry he’s trying to disguise.

“I just need you to tell me everything’s okay.” Now his voice cracks.

Fuck it. You can’t avoid him forever. You go to open the door, but Seulgi’s hold is surprisingly strong and you can’t break it.

“Space, remember?” She whispers.

You didn’t know that started now.

Reluctantly, you relax, leaning your head on Seulgi’s shoulder. She wraps her arms around you, rubbing your back as you wait for Baekhyun to do his job in getting Chanyeol away.

“I can’t do this again, man,” Chanyeol’s broken voice comes through the door. “I can’t lose her again. Not like this.”

“I know, Dude.” Baekhyun sounds just as helpless, and a wave of guilt washes over you from putting him in this position. “But, she’s not in there. Let’s go to my room so I can change. It won’t take long, so don’t even think of ditching me!”

A silence drags on for so long you’re sure they’ve left.

“Chanyeol?” Baekhyun urges.

“I–okay. Let’s go.”

You hear them retreat and let out a breath.

Seulgi whistles. “Quite the mess you’ve made.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. “You can say that again.”

“Hey,” She rubs your arm. “He’s going to be fine. Let’s change. I’m sure you’re now very eager to get down there.”

You let her lead you to your room. The whole time you can’t get over the pain in Chanyeol’s voice, a pain that you caused.

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serpulalacrymans · 2 months

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headcanons for Lawrence as a father?

//Oooooohh this one's fuuuuuun~!

Character HC's listed down below.

Lawrence's effort to be a good dad would hang in the balance of how he's feeling that day. Some days he looks at the bundle of sunshine and feels conditional pride. Others he just sees another vessel rotting with the seconds. This means he more or less keeps up on active care- but he always makes sure they are fed, at the very least.

Lawrence develops a routine to protect the lil' tyke from his explosive outbursts. His anger issues combined with a babies continuous crying creates a monster- one he does not like to present to them. They're neglected while he can learn to calm down in another room, but as a consequence, the child develops a fear of yelling/loud noises.

They are pulled from school for little to no reason time and time again. He gets anxious and worries for their wellbeing, as well as worries about his position as the leading guardian in their life. They are reenrolled just as much for the same reasons. He doesn't like other people being able to poke and prod at his youngling, yet often gets overwhelmed by their presence, so appreciates the days he's left alone.

Gender rolls do not exist to Lawrence. Same rules apply for sexuality, or any other identity-related questions. He may be sad to see certain parts of them die, but he knows those parts were hardly them anyway, if they must go. (He may also be ignorant to some things, like small statements such as "Isn't that for girls?" but his naivety does not reflect his overall beliefs.)

He tries to be an inviting father when his child eventually makes friends and wants to bring them around. He just ends up being weird. Not weird in a creepy way, but weird in a "aren't you the kid with the plant-dad?" kind of way.

He educates them very well in his way of art. They are never allowed near his subjects while still alive. They grow up adjusted to death and gore. They're very helpful nonetheless! Like helping pops out with his fancy arts!

Raising a little one of his own is actually very healing. He loses the plot a lot of the time, but he is also quick to remind himself of his own upbringing. He will never treat his child the way he was treated. He will never make them feel like he did.

He doesn't entirely hate fatherhood! Mainly when they get old enough to become an actual person. They're raised to be incredibly quiet, and very, very polite and clean. This makes them enjoyable to be around.

He is, unfortunately, a helicopter parent. Tracking on their phone, shared accounts, a curtain in place of a door for their bedroom, the works.

Lawrence remains pretty selfish as well. If he doesn't feel like getting up at night to tend to the lil' one, he won't. They can just cry it out. He is also pretty irresponsible, but that's just because he refuses to take other parents advice and just doesn't know any better. Making it up as he goes.

Speaking of irresponsible- he takes the baby to bed often. Likes huddling around them until they both fall asleep. Has no idea how dangerous this can actually be. Or, maybe he does.

Had he named a child, it would be something just as artistic as his works. It's a tiny life, one that grips his fingers and relies on him to survive... It must be cherished. (I personally have a "Next Gen" Oleander OC named Kveta, in collab with a friend. I feel like going above and beyond for first names is like, his thing.)

And finally, the last one for the time being- I do not believe he would ever have a desire to be a father. It doesn't seem ideal. I feel if he ever had a child, it would have to be accidental. Not like a pregnancy scare, as we know that can't happen, but perhaps nabbing an individual he was not aware was pregnant and simply keeping the leftovers.

//Hope these were good ??? This was a LOT of fun, thank u nonny !!!

#//I JUST KEPT WRITIN BRO !!!#//this was very interesting to think about !

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allfoolsinluv · 1 year

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✨️CLOSED✨️

thank u so much to everyone who sent a request in 🥰

oh my heavens, i don't know how i missed it but sometime during the week i hit (and surpassed!) 200 followers! what in the world 🥺😭 thank u all so very much for reading and following along with my silly little stories💗writing makes me so so happy, and i'm so grateful to be a part of this neat little community and share it with you all. so! i thought it would be fun to do a little something to celebrate! more details below 🥰

🥰 completed requests 🥰

from now until friday, 3/10 at 6pm MST, my askbox is OPEN for drabble/ficlet/fic requests! to request, send me the character, prompt list (A, B, or C), and the prompt number you'd like to see me write :D

characters i'll write for:

Joel Miller

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Joel Miller x f!babysitter!Reader x Tess Servopoulos from my Crave universe

Prompt List A (Smut/NSFW)

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thank u all again for being such a great lil community & reminding me why i love writing 🥰 looking forward to seeing what u guys send in! this is gonna be so much fuuuuuun 😁

#follower celebration #joel miller #javier peña #din djarin #dieter bravo #dave york #frankie morales #marcus pike #jack whiskey daniels #joel miller x reader x tess servopoulos #pedro pascal character fanfiction #writing prompts #requests open

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kookieswan · 2 years

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Red Light - It All Disappears

Nightmare!Hoseok x Psychologist!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Genre: Horror AU, Monster AU, Psychological horror, Angst, Hoseok is surprisingly soft lol.

Warnings: Namjoon bites his own finger and draws blood on purpose, talk of death and killing. It should be noted that this story will contain themes of horror/psychological horror and also explore obsessive behaviors and codependency. Many characters are morally gray. Please be warned!

Summary: Namjoon just wants to sleep while Hoseok wishes to speak. Namjoon regrets waking up.

Notes: No MC once again, but we get to see how Hoseok and Namjoon interact. This takes place at the exact same time as “White Walls”. Have fuuuuuun 🤭🤭🤭

This is the 16th part of the Red Light series. Find the Masterlist here ♥️

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“Seokjin is out. From what I know, he seems to be doing alright. Still a cocky asshole.” Opening his eyes slowly, Namjoon glances over to where Hoseok resides in his cell, standing in nothing but his underwear. He’s staring directly at the other Nightmare, wings stretched out leisurely. With a small sigh, Namjoon sits up from his bed, the feeling of sluggishness hard to shake. He really just wants to go back to sleep…

“Alright. I don’t know what you want me to say.” He really doesn’t, so he just blinks quietly as Hoseok continues to stare at him. It’s clear he’s listening intently, which should be annoying, but it isn’t. Nothing is. It’s not like there’s much on his mind anyway.

“You don’t feel happy that he’s safe? Not even a little bit?” Namjoon would like to feel happy about it. He knows that he cares deeply for Seokjin at his core, and yet not a single emotion bubbles forward. The nothingness remains, and so he shrugs his shoulders lightly from where he sits on crips white sheets.

“I don’t feel anything.” The shorter nightmare flinches just slightly, wings drawing inward as he turns to the side quietly. Stretching out his hand, Namjoon starts to slowly crack his knuckles one by one before he yawns. Crack, crack, crack…

“… I know. I’m sorry.” With a hum, Namjoon shakes his head. Being sorry isn’t going to fix anything, and honestly, Hoseok has nothing to be sorry for. What happened wasn’t because of him, it was his own fault. Bending his pinky finger back wish a sharp pinch, he watches morbidly as the color starts to drain away. Nothing.

“It isn’t your fault. I’m aware that I should be happy that he’s back up here. However, it’s just not possible.” Seokjin is safe. That’s good, he isn’t in danger anymore… That’s good. He still knows what’s good and what isn’t. At least he has that. It’s a passing thought that he wants to rip his finger off to see if it’ll horrify him, but he represses it. Namjoon knows it won’t, and all the blood wouldn’t be the best.

“He’s been unusually quiet. I’m having a hard time trying to speak to him.” Hoseok watches from his cell uncertainly, eyes squinted as he continues to observe Namjoon fiddling with his fingers, bending them this way and that. The nightmare can’t say he’s surprised; Seokjin has always done things his way. He doesn’t give in easily, makes a person fight for something. That’s what he always loved, or at least, he thinks it is.

“Seokjin has always been stubborn. He’ll only talk to you if he wants. You should know that by now Hoseok.” The Nightmares on this floor might not always get along, but it doesn’t do them any good to fight. It only causes issue; causes the doctors to get upset, causes massacres. Namjoon wishes that he missed it, but he doesn’t, so he starts to slowly poke at his pinky nail instead.

“What about you?” He glanced up again at Hoseok who plops down in front of him with a raised brow. He wiggles his toes, flexes his arms, clearly glad to be nearly naked. Would getting naked make Namjoon feel better…? He’ll have to try sometime.

“What about me?” Bringing his hand up to his mouth, he bites down slightly on his finger, then frowns and waits. Nothing, so he bites a bit harder till he feels the skin break. It makes him smile a very small smile, a forced smile. He frowns, still no reaction. He sighs.

“Your psychologist. She’s in just as much danger as Seokjin was. The darkness in the other doctors eye doesn’t escape me like other things might.” It’s easy to see the way Hoseok’s nostrils flare, how his wings stretch out dangerously, how quickly his easy going nature disappears. Namjoon can’t say that he knows much about their relationship, but the other Nightmare clearly has a protective nature when it comes to the psychologist.

“I warned her earlier today, told her to stop putting her nose where she shouldn’t.” There’s a snarl in his tone, denoting just how mad he must actually be. The larger Nightmare can’t blame him, no, he knows how dangerous it is to be waltzing around these halls. However… he can’t actually be serious, can he?

“And you think she will? Come now Hoseok, I know you’re not that stupid.” It comes out suddenly, a rush of giddiness as he sucks his bloody finger into his mouth. Flowing over Namjoon’s senses like a tidal wave, it feels almost euphoric as he insults the other man, happiness and joy and glee and-

Hoseok sucks on his teeth, wry grin coming to his face as he leans fully forward toward him. Namjoon just grins widely, red covering his teeth slowly as he continues to lick at his finger, just a bit dripping from his mouth. Oh well.

“Well, well… Someone’s coming out of their shell.” It won’t stay though, it never does, so Namjoon allows himself to revel in it as much as he can. He laughs, shrill giggles echoing around their room, blood still dripping from his fingers, the same color flashing in his eyes. He can feel it all, his adoration for Seokjin, the regret of ripping at his nail, a slight concern for Hoseok and the others.

And then it all disappears within a minute, just as fast as it came. He wants to scream. It isn’t right.

Namjoon settles back in the bed slowly, sluggishness overtaking him again like a wet blanket as his smile falls away. He feels heavy, he feels nothing, and so he lays back down, light hair covering his eyes slightly. Hoseok watches it all with a creased brow, still clearly unsure of what to think about the situation. Namjoon can’t blame him or any of the other Nightmares though. If he was first, that doesn’t mean the others won’t be second, third, and fourth.

“… I’ll talk to him soon. Just give me some time, I have a lot to figure out.” Hoseok’s voice is almost soft, carful and calculated. Residing down here has made them all walk on eggshells, and Namjoon can only point a finger at himself for slipping and crashing down in the sharp edges. Closing his eyes, he mumbles out his words and let’s the world fade away.

“I’m going back to sleep now. Goodnight Hoseok.”

#red light ♥️#hoseok x y/n #hoseok x reader #hoseok x you #hoseok angst #hoseok fluff #bts x reader #bts x you #bts x y/n #bts angst #bts fluff #bts monster au #bts horror au

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le-panda-chocovore · 7 months

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He's having so much fuuuuuun