#bbh on the other hand is having the time of his life!!

[icequeenbae]

Translucence (m) | Astro LDM

Pairing: Cha Eunwoo x Reader (Lee Dongmin x Reader)

A Jinjin cameo? hehe

Established Relationship, slice of life, fluff, PWP, smut

Warnings: glass bathroom you heard me lol, explicit content, unprotected sex, this is smut with minimal plot (it’s becoming my style), a sprinkle of voyeurism, maybe a noona kink, maybe Dongmin's splendid ass is mentioned more than once

Word Count: ~4.2k

Author’s Note: Heyyy~ Finally posting my first ASTRO fic! This has been waiting to be released for a while now, but the timing wasn’t working out… But now that it’s done, I hope that you enjoy this little story! Let me know what you think~ And a special thank you to the lovely @the-boy-meets-evil for looking over my story, I really loved your comments, Jess <3

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Summary: It’s your first short vacation with Dongmin since you started dating, and you get a chance to stay at an extremely fancy hotel in Jeju. The ocean-view suite is perfect, yet there’s a small inconvenience… or a genius design?

Network tags: @superm-net  @exo-writers-net  @bbh-net  @k-vanity @ksmutsociety ​

It was your first time taking a vacation together.

With the type of hectic schedule Dongmin had to maintain, you barely managed to book the hotel of your dreams for this weekend, which was actually your one-year anniversary. Two days was all you had, and you planned to enjoy them to the fullest, start to finish.

Which was why you’d surprised your boyfriend by appearing clad in a white sundress with a stylish wide brim hat to match. It was a simple feminine look, yet it set the mood from the start.

‘Wow, I’m suddenly looking forward to our flight…’ He smiled at you softly before murmuring, ‘You look beautiful.’

Avoiding his eyes timidly, you chewed on your lip to contain a silly grin. Dongmin took the handle of your suitcase to put it away in the trunk of the car.

‘Let’s get going, we have to be at the airport in thirty,’ Jinwoo’s voice startled you as the window on the driver’s side rolled down. ‘You’ll have a whole hour to exchange your lovey-dovey stares on the plane, children.’

‘Hyung…’ Dongmin mumbled in embarrassment, and you coughed, sliding into the backseat while your boyfriend’s palm hovered above your head protectively.

‘I’m older than you, Jinwoo-yah,’ you scolded, and he hummed in response.

‘Barely!’ He glanced in the rearview mirror, meeting your eyes, and added. ‘Noona.’

You shook your head in disapproval, and turned to Dongmin, who settled in the backseat with you and moved to buckle you up.

‘I can do it! Let’s not make Jinwoo cringe.’

‘Why would he cringe…’ Your boyfriend pouted, watching you tug at the seatbelt.

‘I’m fine unless you start the funny business,’ the leader announced nonchalantly from the front seat.

‘Have you ever caught us doing anything?’ You huffed, and the car was silent for a few long seconds. ‘Have you??’

‘Does hearing count?’ He asked, and your boyfriend’s eyes almost bulged out of his head.

‘Shut up,’ you laughed nervously, only half-assured that it was a joke.

‘It’s actually true. It was when we all stayed at the dorm for a sleepover. You rustle like mice,’ Jinwoo recalled.

‘What?? We weren’t doing anything fu-’

Dongmin’s hand suddenly squeezed your thigh, putting a stop to your protesting speech.

‘Please, just… change the subject, noona.’

~

Teasing you and Dongmin was Astro members’ favorite pastime, and you noticed from the very beginning. They simply loved making him a flustered mess. Not that you couldn’t relate – the face genius looked almost unbearably cute when embarrassed. You weren’t a stranger to teasing him yourself, just to get your fix of his adorable shy smile and his extensive nagging about how you never let him breathe.

In fact, he loved to nag. It was his way of showing affection.

‘Ah, noona… Your dress is so revealing,’ he kept whining while you were on the plane. ‘D’you know how active the sun is in Jeju? Did you apply the sunscreen thoroughly?’

‘Yes. But you can reapply it if you want an excuse to touch my chest,’ you murmured, making him flush red and lower his voice to a scandalized whisper.

‘That’s not what I meant-’

‘I’m sure it isn’t.’ You hummed, laying your head on his shoulder. ‘But I’d still let you.’

The flight from Seoul to Jeju Island was rather quick, about one hour in the air. And it seemed to be over even faster since you were too busy whispering, giggling like lovestruck teenagers, and ‘oh’-ing in excitement as you looked out the illuminator.

Going on a trip with your boyfriend was something you’d been dreaming of for months now, so your mood was through the roof from the moment you woke up. It kept gradually increasing while you were on your way to the dream destination, and reached its peak when Dongmin rented a car to drive the two of you to the hotel.

‘If anything is better than this view,’ you turned away from the window to look at your boyfriend’s relaxed form. ‘It’s probably this.’

‘What?’ He glanced at you, not catching your meaning.

‘You.’

He huffed, scolding you for being cheesy.

‘What, I’ve told you this before! You look most handsome either when you’re driving or when your hair gets wet.’

‘I shall try driving with wet hair someday. Will that make you explode?’

‘Is that your goal?’ You asked, tracing your index finger down the side of his neck, which made him squirm.

‘Stop it, you know I’m ticklish…’

‘You’re not ticklish, you’re sensitive.’ You corrected, running the pads of your fingers over his skin again to make him shudder. ‘So, who’s exploding now?’

He gave you a reproachful look, and you chuckled, pinching his cheek to annoy him further.

‘Why do you have to be so shameless, noona…’

‘Don’t you love that about me?’ You asked playfully.

‘I do,’ he was quick to admit. ‘I love everything about you.’

Caught off guard by his sudden confession, you fell silent. Dongmin didn’t say things like this often, he was a bit reserved about his feelings. You actually recalled that he’d only said ‘the three words’ twice in the span of your relationship. And on one of those occasions he was actually drunk, so… yeah. He was strangely tight-lipped about it for the romantic that he was.

But you’d learned to accept it. You wouldn’t push him to do something he didn’t want to or wasn’t ready to do. So, you just said nothing before your hotel was finally visible.

‘This is great, we can just drop everything and head out to the beach! I’m living for this weather,’ you said, clapping your hands in excitement.

Dongmin nodded in agreement.

As expected, the hotel was splendorous. You noticed that while your boyfriend was checking you in. Taking those few minutes to look around, you found yourself ogling the crystal-clear glass constructions that separated the lobby and the waiting area. The outer wall was also steel and glass, so you could enjoy the beautiful landscapes of Jeju even from there.

‘Let’s go,’ a low voice called, and you followed the tall figure to the elevator.

You really wanted to give him a back hug as he pressed the button, but decided to at least wait until you were on your floor.

Dongmin took your suitcase, which made you pout, unable to hold his hand.

‘I think it’s here,’ he guided you to the door and used the card to open it. ‘After you.’

And there went your plan to give him a back hug. Up in flames.

You sighed and stepped into the room.

‘Oh!’ You exclaimed, rushing to get rid of your outdoor shoes in favor of slippers. ‘Let’s check the view! Come on!’

Surprised by your eagerness, your boyfriend shook his footwear off as well, reaching out his hand to allow you to tug him towards the balcony.

‘Oh my god, this is even better than I expected!’ You squealed, almost jumping in excitement, and squeezed his palm. ‘My hands are itching to take pictures! Come on, lean on this railing.’

Knowing better than to argue with you, he did exactly as he was told, and posed for you.

‘Ah, so handsome,’ you kept repeating, while preserving this moment in the form of a photograph.

Dongmin lost his patience in about a minute, pulling you closer to his body.

‘Are you interested in the view or in spending time with me?’

‘I see you every other day, and it’s my first time in Jeju, of course I’m interested in the view!’ You exclaimed. ‘Especially when you’re making it even better.’

He allowed you to kiss away his pout, and held you close for a selfie.

‘No, my head looks too big like this!’

You jumped in place to reach the phone, because your partner refused to take likable pictures.

‘I got it, I got it,’ he assured you, angling it to make the two of you look disproportionate again.

When you pinched him angrily, he laughed in the cheekiest way possible, begging for mercy instantly.

At least then you’d managed to finally take presentable photos.

Leaving you to admire the ocean some more, Dongmin headed back inside to unpack your belongings. You needed to change into your swimsuits if you wanted to enjoy the rest of the day on the beach.

‘Uh- noona?’

‘Mhm?’

‘Did you… see that?’

His voice sounded confused, so you followed it back into the room.

‘See wha- Omo! Is this..?’

You turned to your boyfriend, who denied you eye contact.

‘Glass bathroom.’ He noted blankly, without showing what his actual feelings about it were.

Was he shy? Anxious? Excited? Uncomfortable? You couldn’t decipher his expression for the life of you.

‘Yeah,’ you agreed.

It was a simple yet exquisite design, no one could argue that it looked good. But the problem was that the bathroom here had no wall separating it from the main bedroom space. Which could only mean…

‘Well, I’m sure we’ll manage,’ you shrugged, walking past Dongmin to find your change of clothes. ‘Get your swimwear out while I change. And don’t peek!’

He grumbled under his breath and you snickered faintly. Damn, you were going to have to face the bathroom issue at some point today. And you should mentally prepare.

It wasn’t on your mind for long though.

As soon as you hit the beach… The beautiful clear sky, the warm sand under your bare feet, the lagoon blue water – all of it occupied your head and made you forget all of the possible inconveniences.

‘Don’t swim away,’ Dongmin nagged, stretching out his arms to reach you.

‘Why, scared of going in deep water?’ You teased him, splashing him lightly with your foot.

‘Noona,’ he sulked, and you allowed the waves to push you towards your boyfriend.

As soon as you were within his reach again, he pulled you closer to his body, not caring too much about the spectators.

‘What now, giant baby?’

‘Don’t call me that,’ Dongmin murmured, and you instantly knew he wanted a kiss.

‘There’s too many people, Min-ah,’ you responded, placing your palm on his chest, covered by the soaked white fabric of his tee.

‘Just once,’ he badgered, stepping closer to you.

Of course, his feet were still grounded where you were floating.

‘Why should I?’ You feigned a complaining tone, glancing at his plump lips.

‘Because.’

Dongmin’s hands seized you by the waist, and your forearms prickled with goosebumps.

Staying still while he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, you’d allowed him to steal this quick kiss before swimming away again.

You had literally spent all day in the water, taking short breaks to let your wrinkled skin get back to normal. And reapply sunscreen again, of course, with your boyfriend being a total worrywart.

‘I don’t want you to get sunburnt. Your skin is so fair and delicate, it’s important to make sure it’s protected. Did you know getting sunburned increases your chances of skin cancer?’

A worrywart and a smartass.

It was hard to be mad at his smart (and round) ass though, when he had brilliant ideas like tonight. Dongmin had suggested ordering a fancy dinner to your room and having it on your balcony to enjoy the view.

‘Wah, the sunset is perfect today,’ you said.

‘Your dress goes well with it. Very chic and minimalistic.’ His eyes followed the curve of your waist down to your thigh.

‘I’ve had it forever, but I have no clue where else to wear a red silk gown.’

‘Don’t.’ Dongmin’s cheeks and lips were both red from the wine. ‘Only wear it for me, noona.’

Chuckling, you rose from your seat and stepped closer to your boyfriend. Using just your index finger, you tipped his head up to meet his eyes, and then you put your right knee onto his chair, right between his thighs.

‘Are you telling me what to do now, aegi?’ You asked, enjoying the sensation of his gentle fingers ghosting over your thighs.

‘It’s your decision, but why would you deny me this request?’ His hand became more confident, creeping up your bare skin now. ‘Are you hungry for someone else’s attention?’

‘How drunk are you, Dongmin-ah?’ You asked, brushing your lips against his. ‘Because it seems like you could do something right here, where people might see us.’

Straightening up, you smiled angelically at him.

‘We need to shower and cool off. I’m pretty sure I have sand where it shouldn’t be.’

It was obvious that he was disappointed, but the night was young, and to fully enjoy the experience you had to sober up a little. But it was nothing a quick shower couldn’t fix.

‘You go first, I’ll get rid of the dishes. Don’t argue,’ you cut him off, nodding at the entrance to your room. ‘Go.’

It took you only a few minutes to tidy up, so when you walked in Dongmin was just starting out. The water was on, and he was in front of the glass door, almost ready to step in.

The realization hit you right then. You were going to see all of it. And you didn’t hate the idea.

You’d watched, as if in slow motion, how your boyfriend shoved his underwear down, revealing his plump butt, and got into the bath. Feeling no shame whatsoever, you stood your ground, staring at his bare back.

The water hit his body, languidly running down his smooth skin like a dozen forest streams. From where you were standing you could see the enticing flex of his muscles and the breathtaking curve of his waist. As he leaned in to wet his hair, you pressed a palm to your mouth. This slight voyeurism was making you quite… hot. And bothered.

Swallowing hard, you took a step towards him. You were a bit uneasy with the thought of how he might react. At least you’d hoped that he wouldn’t consider you a complete pervert. But you couldn’t resist the obvious temptation; it was most likely what this bathroom was built for. After all, you still owed him a back hug in your mind from earlier… Surely, he wouldn’t mind that you decided to give it to him now, you thought.

Easily sliding your dress and underwear off, you stopped in front of the glass that was getting foggy already.

‘Dongmin-ah,’ you called, opening the glass door to join him. ‘Noona doesn’t have to wait, does she?’

There was no way you could get a coherent response to your question as your hands wrapped around him and your cheek pressed to his shoulder blade. You felt him freeze for a moment, probably startled by your actions, and then he sighed under his breath.

‘What are you up to now? I thought you wanted me to cool off.’

‘Did you now?’ You hummed, pressing a quick succession of kisses along his spine. ‘Would you like me to stop?’

He pressed his palm to the wall in order to maintain his balance under the attack of your tantalizing hands.

‘No.’

Snaking your hand down to cup his balls, you smiled at his gasp of surprise.

‘That’s what I thought.’

With your body pressed so tightly to his, you didn’t even think twice before grinding on his ass and urging him to moan out loud as your fingers wrapped around his semi-hard penis.

‘Noona…’ He gritted, glutes flexing against your pelvis impatiently. ‘What are you doing…’

‘You don’t like it?’

Dongmin glanced at you over his shoulder before turning to face you. His hands gripped your sides and pushed you into him.

‘Were you watching me this entire time?’ He scolded in his low, velvety voice.

‘It was just a couple minutes,’ you defended weakly and wrapped your arms around his neck, ready to purr as his palms stroked up and down your back.

‘I see.’

You stood like that for a few moments, soaking in the warmth of your entangled bodies while the water splashed you from the side.

‘Didn’t you mention having sand in places it shouldn’t be?’ He murmured, hands dipping lower to squeeze your ass. ‘Want some help with that?’

‘How naughty,’ you snickered, messing up his wet hair even further. ‘Would you rather help me clean up, or...?’

‘Or.’

He responded in a heartbeat, gripping you tight before lifting you up to settle you in the bathroom wall niche.

‘But I can always do both,’ he said, readjusting the shower head to splash you with water again.

You squealed and dragged him in the line of fire as well. Inevitably in ten seconds you were both properly soaked.

‘There was no need to get my hair wet. You look sexy like this, and I look like I need to use a hairdryer real bad.’

He ignored your complaints, leaning close and nearly grazing your lips. With your eyes shut, you waited a few seconds but nothing happened.

‘Were you expecting a kiss?’ He grinned in your face, eyes crinkling in mischief. ‘Aw, what a tiny baby…’

Recalling your earlier interactions in the water, you rolled your eyes at him.

‘So, this is your revenge?’ You asked, not resisting as he wrapped your legs around his waist to move even closer. ‘I don’t find it fair since I did let you kiss me. In public.’

He huffed in response to your statement.

‘You call that a kiss?’

Dongmin’s lips suddenly found yours, and you couldn’t avoid the contact. Tilting your head back you hit the tiled surface, but, thankfully, your boyfriend could predict this move. His palm on the back of your head cushioned the hit, and you could only squeak in surprise, parting your lips invitingly.

He wasn’t the type to waste an opportunity like that. And once Dongmin’s tongue was in your mouth, there was no point in fighting him. Your partner was a little too good at French kissing, and you could easily admit to being hopelessly weak to his talent. He was also a toucher, so whenever a makeout session started, his hands would be all over you.

Moaning as he squeezed your breast gently, you pushed against his chest to break the kiss. Your lips were moist, and you were sure it wasn’t because of the water still running, and you licked them in a failed attempt to gather your thoughts together. Dongmin used your momentary struggle to tease you.

‘That is what I call a kiss, noona. You know this.’

You gulped, trying to think of a good comeback. At this point, you really just wanted to surrender. But him being smug about it was an obstacle: you had no intention of pleasing his ego with instant capitulation.

Grabbing a handful of his hair, you pulled hard. His head whipped back, and you didn’t think twice before latching onto his neck hungrily.

Dongmin’s grunt was the single sexiest thing in the entire situation, not even the sight of his broad shoulders that you were holding onto right now or his curvaceous butt that you loved so much could compete with the sound he produced. It was both surprised and pained, loud and husky with pleasure. You could tell he was conflicted about it just from the way his fingers dug into the skin of your sides, almost scratching at your ribcage, while his cock twitched, pressed between your bodies. He needed to get you off of himself but did he want to?

Pulling away from his flushed neck, you tugged at his hair again just to hear him groan beautifully before he used his strength to tear your hand away from his hair.

‘Noona. You know how heavily it bruises,’ he rubbed his neck with the pads of his fingers. ‘Why would you?’

‘On a scale from one to ten,’ you murmured, brushing wet hair out of his eyes. ‘How much did you hate it?’

You touched the tender skin of his neck, just where the redness was growing, and his breath seemed to get shakier.

‘…s-seven,’ he mumbled.

‘Mm?’

Dongmin cleared his throat, staring at you through his dark eyelashes.

‘Three point seven,’ he offered this time, and you couldn’t help but smile.

‘That’s more like it,’ you hummed, finding his frowning lips in a quick peck.

Meanwhile, he reached down to wrap his fingers around his rock-solid cock to guide it where you both wanted it.

‘Ough-’ You gasped as he bottomed out in one go. ‘Don’t be impatient.’

Your boyfriend’s hips didn’t slow down one bit, although his next thrust seemed slightly more careful. He loved you but he was also damn stubborn.

The glass wall behind Dongmin was getting cloudier from the hot water, which you didn’t hate. The enclosed space seemed snugger now that you were isolated from your surroundings in a way, holding so tightly onto each other. Your skin was slippery under your partner’s fingers, yet he made sure to secure you in his arms. He liked to make it known that once he got you, he wasn’t letting go.

‘Mm- Dongmin-ah,’ you moaned, clutching his shoulder to ground yourself as he kept thrusting quickly.

‘There,’ he finished for you, already knowing what you wanted to express from the way that you tightened around him.

‘Yes, fuck-’

‘Don’t you wish you were more compliant earlier?’ He chuckled darkly, knowing damn well his hips were steadily pushing you towards your release.

The curses you muttered only spurred him on. He got fired up easily, and wanted nothing more than to see and hear you come undone. Especially when he felt he was denied something – like access to your body.

‘I’m… so close, Min-ah, please- You feel so good.’

You knew he liked to stay in control, so instead of bickering with him mid-sex, you just let him know how great he was at what he was doing. A tiny smile that he couldn’t contain revealed that he was pleased with the option you decided to take. With that, he got slightly more determined and aggressive in his thrusting. Patience was not the virtue that he possessed, so you simply closed your eyes, focused on the grind of your bodies.

‘God, I love you so much,’ he gritted, letting out a curse under his breath.

The words were muffled, but you heard them loud and clear. A pleasant shiver ran down your spine, and you moaned, muscles clenching around his cock. The smooth sensation of his length sliding in and out of you made your legs start to tremble.

‘Dongminie-’ You wailed as his hips kept up the brutal pace that brought you to your release so quickly.

He was still going fast and strong while you yelped, on the verge of pushing him away.

‘I’m there, I’m there… Y/N! Agh-’

Dongmin’s voice reverberated from the walls, not even absorbed by the thickened fog around you that you barely noticed. He groaned loudly as he came, and your pussy quivered while you took all of what he was giving you.

Resting his forehead in the crook of your neck to get a breather, he ran his hands up and down your damp waist. You allowed him a moment to gather his strength, finding his slumped shoulders and stroking them along with his back. There were still butterflies in your stomach – either from your recent orgasm, or from him sneaking in the words you cherished so much, or both.

His hands soon reciprocated.

‘Dammit.’ He cursed, turning his head to kiss your neck that was in close proximity. ‘I feel like I could go again.’

The announcement made you squirm. Going several rounds was more than fine with you, but the bathroom wasn’t really suited for his appetites. You could barely hold your balance on wet tile, and it was also getting too hot and humid for your taste.

‘Are you cold?’ He asked, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You realized his palm was slowly caressing your back, feeling almost scorching against your skin.

‘Not too cold. But I’d still prefer to continue after we finish the shower.’ You suggested, hoping that he wasn’t dead set on milking the bathroom thing further.

‘Noona needs to lie down. I got it.’

You were both grateful and annoyed at his answer.

‘Noona can very well be on top if someone lets her.’

He quickly let you down from the niche you were occupying. Just to remind you how much taller and broader than you he was, for sure.

‘Someone prefers to have noona underneath. Nice and pliable.’

‘It has to be your way, doesn’t it?’

You exchanged naughty chuckles.

‘Come on. Haven’t you been imagining exactly this since the moment you saw the bathroom area? I’m not entirely convinced it was my way just now.’

‘Oh well. I guess I’ll have to convince you once we get to the bedroom.’

‘Who said I wanted to relocate?’ He asked, eyes narrowing at you cunningly.

You were positive that next time you should go for a glass jacuzzi to get the best of both worlds. It’s bigger, warmer, comfier… And still see-though. And hot as hell.

Dongmin snorted, inspecting the pensive expression on your face.

‘I’ll give you a five-second head start to reach the bed. If I catch you on the way… We’re doing it here.’

In any other situation you would’ve called him out for his childishness. This time, however…

You were out the glass door in a heartbeat.

Masterlist

A/N: Thank you for reading!! Please comment and reblog if you'd like to support me ✨ I don't write for fandoms other than EXO often, so feedback is important to me~

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[enderwoah]

exploding into a thousand tiny little bits actually the red team is soooo pack bonded right now. they r blood brothers they did not commit ritualistic sacrafices just to not latch onto each other for life and become soulmates forever. i can only imagine. like.

phil, baghera, and jaiden give the rest of the team (that are present and willing; mainly charlie, cellbit, and foolish) a crash course on how to preen wings in case another bird isn't there to help. phil gets real sad sometimes when helping jaiden or baghera so they help 'preen' in other ways (pulling chunks of dirt/blood out of his hair and ear feathers when they see them, insisting on including him (and cellbit) in a """manicure night""" (they are just scraping the dirt from under their fingernails with their other fingernails/sticks and using rocks to file).

charlie takes requests on which team to hack into (because his code nonsense lets him switch frequencies and infiltrate the other teams' calls very easily) so people can spy on their other people. phil often asks to know what missa is up to. cellbit obviously asks about roier, and sometimes uses charlie as a middleman to pass messages to his guapito. baghera asks him to check on the other frenchies and often shouts at them through his mic when they're getting on her nerves. if anyone dares bring up her friendship with bbh and why she never asks of him she gives them a facefull of BOLAS??!? bbh slander.

carre is (jokingly) borderline worshipped whenever he wakes up. it becomes an instant confidence boost and is oftentimes the only time you see the entire team trying to gain percentages or kill other teams.

they spill entirely too many secrets to each other too casually. they are going to end the two weeks and some of them will know more about some of them than their spouses do. day one cellbit was admitting to murder and basically admitted to being a cannibal. it only gets worse.

they mostly take getting killed in stride unless it's by a) tubbo b) bbh or c) if someone decides to do it over and over again. BOLAS??!? hatred is unlike normal hatred. if they hate you you will feel unsafe going into the wilderness because They Will Just Lurk There in a group and jump you for no reason other than pettiness. charlie slimecicle literally ran across an entire island to chase bbh with no food no water and Mid tools and armour. for like five minutes. out of blind rage and spite.

can you tell i love red team im obsessed with them they are going to know each other on such a deep and intrinsic level in two weeks their romantic partners are literally going to get jealous. like. Nobody Will Have With Them What They Have With Each Other. its all completely platonic but they are soul bound. theyre gonna look at their hands irl and see like 5 pink strings of fate like bruh

#im obsessed im insane #anyways #carre #qsmp #qsmp purgatory #charlie slimecicle #slimecicle #baghera jones #philza #cellbit #badboyhalo #jaidenanimations #foolishgamers #qsmp bolas

[imhidingonceagain]

I never ever thought Slimeriana would be as tragic as they are.

(Disclaimer: Long post)

Hear me out. I think most people don't notice how sad their stories are because both Charlie and Osvaldo are funny as hell. But their characters are so fucking tragic.

I would like for people to understand that they're not the worst parents as everyone in the Island has made them look.

I'm not denying the fact that they fought a lot (that's a whole other thing because they always fought but they also ALWAYS ended up gravitating towards each other and even defending each other -and having weird sex but let's avoid that one-) but when it came to Juanaflippa they loved her with their whole hearts.

Let's remember how at first they named her "Juanaflippo" but when she told Mariana that she was a girl he accepted her IMMEDIATELY and he communicated the fact to Slime who also accepted her WITHOUT A QUESTION.

Slime adored Juana and till this day he thinks constantly about her.

But Mariana also loved her so so much. I don't know if non Spanish speaking people understand the constant words of endearment Mari gave to Juana whenever they were together. He talked sweetly to her and made sure she felt loved (look at them celebrating her birthday).

And I'm emphasizing Mari because at the end of the day he ended her life (twice).

Slimecicle, on the other hand, ended Tilin's life when he was babysitting them (I'm pretty sure Tilín was nonbinary or gender fluid, not sure).

You know why that's tragic?

Because those incidents happened because both content creators have the shittiest luck and are honestly not the best at fighting. NOT BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T CARE ABOUT THOSE KIDS.

Let's remember that everyone in the Island were thrown into parenthood and each of them did the best they could (and props to Charlie and Mariana because both of them were present for their Minecraft child).

I can never forget Slime yelling "How do I fix this?" And Mariana yelling "No, Juanaflippa, no!" When Roier told him they had to go and he couldn't even retrieve Juanas's body.

When Juana passed away seems like Mari finally understood that at the end of the day Slime and him only had each other. That's when he started saying proudly to everyone that Slime and him were a couple.

But then Tilin's accident happened and Slime went to exile and everything went to shit again.

Their interactions became minimal and that's also tragic because despite their fights they're the only ones that understand and care for each other.

Mariana was constantly mocked by Roier (I love q!Roier but he was really mean towards Mari most of the time after the incident and that's super sad when you remember that they're supposedly best friends)

And Slime also suffered because he's now considered a cold murderer by everyone.

I'm pretty sure most people don't know that not only Quackity was hunting him. When Luzu briefly cameback to the Island and BBH and Foolish told him Tilin was his child he immediately asked for Slimecicle's location so he could get "revenge" (and if you're not familiar with Luzu, you won't know what he's capable of. Slime is lucky that Luzu was busy IRL because otherwise we would have had a big confrontation).

Fast forward till the last "interaction" when Slime attended Roier and Cellbit's wedding. He bitterly said that "Mariana couldn't even be there", that only tells me that he was hoping to see Mari.

Then Roier proceed to say that Mariana had been seeing/sleeping with other people when that's certainly not true (again, I love q! Roier but what kind of friend are you, dude?)

After that Slimecicle talked to Baghera and proceeded to say that he thinks Mariana and him and not together anymore and he also said to Baghera "If you see Mariana beat the shit out of him" but honestly, he wasn't irritated when he said those things, he didn't sound angry even.

No, he sounded wounded and hopeless.

So... In one hand we have Mariana who has disappeared completely, we don't know if he's at home depressed (but that the most likely scenario. We saw at Juanas's funeral that he tends to get depressed whenever something bad happens).

On the other hand, we have Slime who has been spending more and more time as Gegg.

And let me remind you that Gegg's all fun and games until you remember that Slime admitted that everytime he becomes Gegg his true self is affected.

We don't know if Slimecicle himself will not comeback one day.

I wish they spoke to each other because I truly believe only they can help each other. Only they understand the guilt and grief they're feeling.

#slimeriana #fliporiana #elmariana #slimecicle #qsmp #Slimecicle x Mariana #slimecicle and mariana #Mariana #juanaflippa

[kpop---scenarios]

Linked (2)

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Y/N

Warnings: Sexual Content, Mean BBH, ETC

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: Please forgive me for taking so long to do this. I hope you enjoy! ♡

Chapter One

Your mouth dropped open ever so slightly as you replayed Jennie’s words over in your head again and again. 

Fiancee. 

That word was baffling you. How could he have a fiancee when the connection the two of you had was so fucking strong? You looked back at Baekhyun who looked uncomfortable with Jennie’s arm caressing him. You didn’t want to be in the same room as the two of them any longer. You could feel a large lump in your throat as anger burned inside you, the redness spreading across your face. You needed to get away and you needed to do that now.

 “If there is nothing else you need from me, Mr. Byun, I'll be getting back to work. Nice to meet you Jamie.” you half smile, avoiding any eye contact. You knew what you did, but you didn't care. 

“Uh, it’s Jennie.” she yells out, but you're already out of his office and halfway back to your own by the time she gets the words out.

You had no right to be upset with him - or her. You knew you didn't in your head, but your heart was another story. You two weren't together, you'd never been together. What right did you have? Nothing even happened, but you could feel the fact that you and Baekhyun were meant for each other. You knew that he knew it too.  And all this time he had someone waiting for him at home. While your heart fluttered for him, her’s did too. 

You went home that night and felt like your heart was breaking all over again. You didn’t want to want Baekhyun, your brain knew that but clearly your heart did not get the same memo. And now you were faced with a hard decision and you didn’t know what to do about it. On one hand, you just knew that you weren’t going to be able to fight the connection that pulled you and Baekhyun together but did you really want to be that girl? The one who broke up a seemingly happy home. You could sense the love Jennie had for him, and you could see that he loved her, but you could physically feel the pure love and lust that he had for you. He didn't have that for her, at least not anymore. 

That night, you decided you weren’t going to be that girl. You were going to do your best to avoid him at all costs, avoid eye contact, and avoid being alone in any sort of space with him. Although you wanted to forget he even existed, that didn’t stop you from dreaming of him, again that night. The feeling of his breath on your skin, his hands gliding over your body, his mouth kissing every part of your skin. 

When you woke up in the morning, you were absolutely dreading going to work. You didn’t even want to be in the same vicinity as him but you knew it was unavoidable. As long as you did not end up alone with him. 

**

You had been in your office almost all day and had successfully veered off in the opposite direction of Baekhyun whenever he had tried to approach you. Glancing at the clock, you sigh with relief, you only have an hour and a half left of work for the day, and then you could enjoy the sweet relief of the weekend and could come up with a game plan for the next week. Maybe you could work remotely for the rest of your life? Move somewhere else.. Again. No, you couldn’t run away again. You hated moving, you hated starting over and you sure as hell were not going to let a guy ruin shit for you again. 

The second your clock hit 5 o’clock, you gathered up your things, muttered goodbyes as you walked towards the elevator doors with your head down, making sure not to make any eye contact with anyone. You jammed the down button a few times, hoping it made it come faster, but you knew that it didn’t do shit. As soon as the doors opened, you walked on and pressed the first floor. You watched the doors close, with you being the only one in there and only then realized that you had been holding your breath. You let out a large sigh as you listened to the elevator music, dreaming of crawling into your bed and falling asleep while eating a pizza and binge watching your favorite True Crime show. 

The next morning, you woke up refreshed, covered in pizza sauce and ready to take on the day. You cleaned yourself up quickly before putting on your favorite workout clothes. Lisa had told you good things about a trail that was down near the ocean and you wanted to take in the sights while getting a semi good workout in. You hopped in your car and made your way to the gas station that was halfway between your place to the trail and began pumping some gas before you ran inside to grab water, and some snacks just in case. Walking back out to your car, you stop in your tracks, feeling your face heating up as you see Baekhyun - who was not wearing a suit, pumping gas in his luxurious car. Your entire body was heating up in ways you could not describe as you watched his muscles flex. His shorts hung off his body just right, while the sleeves of his t-shirt clung to his muscles. You moved your hair over your face, clutching your snacks and water as you tried to rush to your car. You wanted to get in your car and peel off, and you almost did but then you remembered the fact that the pump nozzle was still in your car. As quietly as you could, you put the pump back where it belonged and got into your car and took off. That just pissed you right off. What the hell were the chances that Baekhyun would show up at the same god damn gas station at the same fucking time as you. 

You tried to do some deep breaths to calm yourself down but damn that pissed you off. You were trying your hardest to stay away from that man and here he is appearing out of thin goddamn air. 

As soon as you got to the trail you did your best to shake off the anger that was flowing through your body. You took a few more deep breaths, had some water and got out of your car and breathed in the fresh ocean air. You loved the smell of the air around the ocean, there was something different about it compared to the air of the city. You started walking as you plugged in your headphones, listening to your favorite pump up songs. You continued taking deep breaths as your pace picked up, walking along the path on the beach, the waves coming in. You stopped for a moment, watching the surfers, the people laying on the beach. This is what you loved. You smiled as you continued on the path, looking down at your phone while you walked, trying to find a different song, when you bump into someone. You looked up to apologize, but your entire body was on complete fire. Your eyes locked in on Baekhyun's, and you so badly wanted to press your lips against his. 

“Sorry.” You murmur as you move to the side to keep going. You couldn't do this with him, you couldn't even talk to him. It was too hard and you wanted him too much. 

“Y/N.” He called out as you began to walk away. You didn't want to do this. “Y/N stop.” He yells. You keep walking, pushing your headphones in deeper to pretend that you hadn't heard him calling out for you. You could feel the anger and lust building up from your toes, quickly pushing up your legs to your torso before it hit your head. How is he everywhere? You keep walking until you feel something grab your hand. The spark was electric and you knew exactly who it was. He pulled you to a stop, spinning you around at the same time to face him.

“Stop running from me, Y/N.” Baekhyun pleaded. He's desperate, you can see it in his face. 

“I can't do this with you.” You tell him. He can see the desperation in your face as well. The desperate need for him, as well as the desperate need for him to leave you alone. “You're engaged. Whatever you think you want from me, you don't. Go back to your fiance.” You spit. 

You pull your arm away from him, but he grabs it again with his quick reflexes. He spins you towards him, your chest pressing against his. You can feel his heart beating fast, your eyes lock. You can't fight this. You know you're meant to be. “We can't.” You whisper as he leans into you.n His head tilts to the side as he slowly moves in, his lips just hovering over yours. Your eyes close, you can feel his breath, you fucking want this so bad. 

But it never comes. You open your eyes and you're alone. Your lips parted, you were waiting for that kiss. You knew it was wrong but you wanted it. You needed it. You walk back the way you came, you were done with your walk. Your heart hurts. Your whole body hurts. It feels like forever to get to your car, but once you do you slowly start your car and make your way home. The hurt in your body only gets worse as the day goes on. You lay in your bed, withering in pain, before your nose starts to bleed. 

You've never in your life felt worse. Not even when all that shit happened to you before you moved. That feels like nothing compared to this. Eventually you manage to get your nose to settle down, and fall asleep. It was the worst night you'd ever had. You spent the entirety of the next day curled in a ball in your bed, not eating or drinking, strictly sleeping and weeping. 

Monday morning, you dreaded. You got into your office and shut all the blinds. You were an absolute mess. Your hair was slicked back into a bun, you wore whatever office clothes you pulled out of your closet. You're not even sure if they match, and you don't care. Your anxiety was through the roof the entire day, dreading the fact that you might see Baekhyun. 

Fuck you wanted him so badly. 

Tuesday, he wasn't there. Wednesday Or Thursday either. You still took the utility elevator everyday just in case you were to run into him. You really wanted to see him, but you wouldn't let yourself. 

Friday evening, finally the weekend. You were walking towards the elevator in the back, casually glancing over your shoulder to make sure no one else was there, when you saw a figure begin to approach you. Your heart starts to race, but not in the usual way when Baekhyun is around. You calmed down quickly, seeing a coworker you've had quite a few brief interactions with - Shownu. 

He was handsome. Very handsome. He had a good head on his shoulders, a nice smile, good job and just a gorgeous face. 

“Hey, Y/N.” He smiles at you. “Can I ask why you're taking the service elevator?” 

You blush. “I just prefer it.” You smile. “It's faster than the main ones.” You tell him. There's no way you were going to admit you were actively trying to avoid the boss because of an intense sexual attraction you had to him. 

“I can see that.” He says, nervously. His hand rubs the back of his neck as he glances at the floor. “Listen,” he begins. “I was wondering, well hoping that you'd maybe like to go for dinner with me tomorrow night?” 

You're slightly taken aback. That's not what you were expecting, but why not? One date couldn't hurt. 

“Sure.” You grin. “That would be great.” You agree. A large smile spreads across his face in excitement at your acceptance. “Great!” He exclaims. “Should I pick you up? Around 7pm?” He asks. 

You happily nod your head as he says goodbye before walking away. You were excited, and for a little bit your mind was finally off Baekhyun.

** 

Saturday night, 6:58pm, you were ready and waiting for Shownu. You picked out your favorite little black dress, your hair was done exactly how you liked it. You did your makeup as a natural look but you felt absolutely beautiful. You were waiting for a car horn, or a text from Shownu to let you know that he had arrived. You definitely didn't expect to hear a knock at the door. You opened it wide to see a smiley, dressed up Shownu at your door, flowers in hand. 

“Wow.” He exclaimed. “You look stunning.” He finishes, handing you the beautiful bouquet. 

“You look so handsome, thank you.” You reply back. You're nervous but you can't quite pinpoint the reason why. 

“Shall we?” He asks, holding his hand out for you to grab. You do and he leads you to his car, opening the passenger door for you, and shutting it before making his way to the driver's seat. 

The entire drive to the restaurant was spent talking about anything and everything. The conversation flowed so well between the two of you and there was never a pause, never an awkward silence. Even walking into the restaurant, the two of you carried on talking. 

“Right this way to your table.” the hostess smiles, leading you to the middle of the room, to a romantic table for two. As you sit down you can feel the extreme lust filling up your body. You're hot, you can feel your cheeks are flushed but you're hiding behind the menu, so Shownu doesn't notice.

It can't be. He can't be here. Of all the restaurants, he cannot be here right now. “Are you okay?” Shownu asks. 

You lower the menu, looking him in the eyes. “I'm fine, just got very flushed.” You half chuckle, taking a sip of water. You look just past Shownu's shoulder and that's when you see him. Baekhyun sitting with Jennie, his eyes trained on you. It felt like he was going to burn a hole through you with how hard he was staring. You really didn't want to deal with this right now. 

“If you'll excuse me, I'm just going to go to the ladies room.” You say to Shownu, your eyes shifting from Shownu to Baekhyun. 

“Can I order you a drink?” Shownu asks as you stand up. 

“Some wine would be great, thank you.” You smile, walking away to the bathroom. Why was this happening to you tonight?

You push open the door to the bathroom, placing your hands on the sink as your head hangs down. You hear the door open, turning your head to look, and there stands Baekhyun. His eyes are dark as he stares at you. 

“Shownu?” He asks. You can hear the anger in his voice. “Why are you out with him?” 

“He asked me on a date.” You say, facing Baekhyun. “I'm single, I'm allowed to date whoever I want.” You say, turning back towards the mirror. 

“Date? You're dating him?” Baekhyun snaps. 

“Who cares if I am? You're engaged. What are you even doing in here?” You ask him. 

“I don't know.” He mutters. 

“Then I'm leaving.” You sigh, pushing your way past him, reaching for the handle on the door. 

“No.” He says in a husky voice. His hand pushes the door closed. You turn around to face him, he's looking down at you. Neither of you say anything, you're both breathing heavily. 

“Fuck it.” He groans, both of his hands grab your face, pulling you towards him as he presses his lips to yours. You melt into the kiss, his tongue slides into your mouth as the kiss deepens. You can feel his bulge pressing against you and you want it so fucking bad. You move your hand down to rub him, he quickly grabs your hand, pinning it against the door. His lips leave yours, moving to your neck as he takes his free hand, moving it between the two of you. His fingers sneak up the bottom of your dress, slowly making their way between your legs. He gently rubs between your lips, making your legs weak and your knees give out. He moves his fingers into your underwear, and between your lips, pressing onto your clit. You cry out, he lets go of your wrist, and covers your mouth as he starts rubbing you faster. Your eyes roll back as you spread your legs, allowing Baekhyun more room. He moves from your clit, pushing his fingers deep inside of you. He pulls his fingers out, spreading your wetness to your clit, before sliding, twisting back in. His head leans down, his hot breath hits your neck as he rams his fingers inside you. He slowly pulls his fingers out, placing them back on your clit, your cum covering his fingers. He moves his mouth back to yours as you wrap your arms around him, he grinds his clothed cock against you, as he fingers you. You weren't going to last long, you'd been waiting for this for too long. You break away from the kiss, you're both panting as you cry out. 

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum.” You say before your orgasm takes over, making your eyes roll back again and your knees weak as pure ecstasy fills your body. “Oh my god.” You breathe, looking up at Baekhyun who is beginning to back away from you. 

He looks defeated. Guilt suddenly fills you. You didn't mean to do that, but how are you supposed to say no when you know the two of you are so right for each other? 

“Baek..” you start to say his name before he cuts you off. 

“That was a mistake. I love my fiance.” he says. 

Ouch. That hurt. 

“But listen.” You begin. 

“No. You listen. Address me as Mr. Byun from now on, don't look at me or talk to me unless it has to do with work.” He spits. “Tha..that was a mistake. You are a mistake. I love Jennie, and I want her. Not you.” He spits.  

“I'm sure you do love her, Mr Byun.” You snap, beginning to pull open the bathroom door. “But at some point you'll have to admit you want me more.” You finish. You walk out back towards your date, you adjust your dress, your legs still shaking from what happened in the bathroom as you walk back to your date. As you approach the table, Shownu looks up and grins widely at you. “Everything okay?” He asks. 

“Just fine.” You reply. “Now where were we?”

#exo fanfiction #byun baekhyun #baekhyun smut #baekhyun writing #exowritersnet #kpop fanfic #kpop writing #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #writers on tumblr #exo scenarios #exo baekhyhn

[sannylity]

Here’s a really cute involvement of Slimeriana in QSMP’s current lore.

You know how ever since they saved Cellbit and Felps from the Federation, they’ve been skeptical about having a traitor between them. And it’s not just Baghera or Forever being skeptical with Jaiden working with Cucurucho but they actually have a couple people in mind.

Baghera wants more information regarding the people who hasn’t been seen at all to get a lead, which would include Wilbur, Spreen, Charlie and Mariana.

They haven’t heard of Charlie and Mariana in a while but word has it that they’ve been living in complete solidarity distant from everyone else since their daughter’s passing. On one hand, BBH thinks they should leave them alone since they are a grieving couple, on the other hand, Baghera and Forever seems to agree that no one should be an exception from being a suspect, grieving or not.

And so, they invite the couple over, to which they turn them down, saying they want to be left alone, that they just want to live in peace.

Unfortunately, with the help of Roier, they are taken into questioning.

Imagine how their separate interrogations would be.

They’re smitten over questions asking about each other. How they met, why they got married, what they’ve been up to, etc etc. They go batshit insane and unhinged about certain topics like infidelity, veganism, doing things for both an angel and satan…

Charlie gets flustered over questions about meeting Mariana, embarrassed over the fact that he had a crush on him first. He still gets extremely jealous when Foolish is brought up and he keeps insisting he wanted to go home because Mariana is cooking a new recipe for dinner.

Meanwhile, Mariana is totally enamored talking about Charlie, admitting that he thought Charlie’s a little crazy for his taste but eventually realizing he had a thing for his craziness. He gets too in depth and in detail about their sex life without even being prompted, probably scarring Forever and Baghera for life. But hey, if that would make the interrogation process much faster, he’d gladly talk about that one time he spat in his husband’s mouth.

Though, when they made the wrong move of asking about Juanaflippa, both Charlie and Mariana react the same way. It’s like being with different people. They turn serious and dangerous all of a sudden. Despite BBH telling them that the couple is not a threat, Forever and Baghera contemplate about reaching for their swords when they are warned to choose their next words very carefully. BBH had to diffuse the situation somehow before they were let go.

They are thanked for their time and they leave. Unfortunately for the couple, their display of tenacity only makes them more suspicious.

Somewhere in the distance, Mariana is complaining about the long trip back home and Charlie offers him a piggyback ride.

While people make them out to be potential villains, they are actually just the most unbothered couple on the server, living their best life lol

#slimeriana #slimecicle #el mariana #qsmp #qsmp shipping #qsmp mariana #qsmp slimecicle

[the-crimson]

I was just listening to some sad music while thinking about q!bbh and… the eggs changed him. They saved him in a sense. All of them.

When Bad first arrived at the island he was aimless and much like Foolish, looking for the next subject of entertainment. He was only out for himself and couldn’t be bothered to lend a helping hand to anyone.

Then he was given a little egg with a top hat and everything changed. He had someone vulnerable to look out for, to provide for, and suddenly he was given purpose. All of these little eggs were precious beyond words and everything was perfect until it wasn’t.

Charlie tried to murder Dapper right in front of Bad. That was the first time Bad felt fear in a long long time then a deep sadness settled in when he learned Juanaflippa had died and that’s what sent Slime on his rampage and everything suddenly felt so much more real. The illusion of perfection broke and Bad realized, truly realized, just what Dapper meant to him.

Juanaflippa was brought back but then a hat trick of tragedy strikes and Bad is forever changed. Bad has a chance to walk Tilin home but she chooses to go with Slime who accidentally kills her. Juanaflippa chooses to stay with Mariana and he accidentally kills her - again. And Trump dies of neglect alone in an empty house. (Cc!Bad mentioned on stream a while back that the admins had asked him if he could do Trump’s tasks but Bad didn’t realize how dire the situation was- he blames himself)

Within the span of 24 hours, three eggs died and Bad could have saved each of them. This is when everything changes for Bad’s character. This is where Bad vows that no egg was ever going to die of neglect again. This is when Bad started grinding to become the richest person on the server and ensured that all the eggs had maxed out armor at all times. These eggs dying the way they did is what created the Badboyhalo we knew.

Bad created the warp plate system in the sky so he’d be able to reach just about anywhere near spawn to save an egg if they went down. He is the one who discovered the true utility of warp stones and spread that information across the server. He is the one who informed everyone of the autoeat and XP pump functions of the backpack and set up all the eggs with infinite XP so their armor would never break.

He was so incredibly damaged by these eggs dying that he turned all his hyper vigilance towards protecting the remaining eggs even if he barely knew the parents or the eggs themselves. He would never say no to someone asking for help ever again.

Bad went from selfish and out for himself to the most selfless person on the server. He was a demon seeking entertainment in the wake of eternity and transformed into a servant of the people who gave his life again and again for others without question.

Getting Dapper primed Bad for change. Dapper was the crack in the stone that allowed the walls within him to shatter when Juanaflippa, Tilin, and Trump died. Ever since that tragic day, all of the eggs became part of Bad’s family.… and now they are gone.

Dapper and their siblings brought out the best of Bad. They saved him from a cycle of chaotic indifference. And now he’s alone again. Everything he’s done to protect them has been for nothing. Everything he’s changed, the steps he took towards healing millennia old traumas… all of that was for not.

Some wounds cut too deep to heal. Even with all the progress Bad made, he still valued his entire self worth on how useful he was to others, on protecting the eggs. Every time something happened to the kids, he took it as a personal failure. When Bobby died, he blamed himself for not going with them on the adventure. Now they are gone gone. They fled. They are somewhere Bad can’t follow. He failed them. He had one job and he failed.

It doesn’t matter what happens to him now. Getting them back is all that matters. Bad’s world has lost all vibrancy and he’s physically fading away. He doesn’t notice because he can’t let himself. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is getting them back. But even if he does… it’s already too late. He failed. He couldn’t protect them. He failed.

When the eggs come back changed (hatched?) all he will see is his failure. If he lives long enough to see his babies return, will they give him the strength to come back from this? Or will their presence give him the reassurance that… it’s okay. He doesn’t need to fight anymore. They are safe now. He can let go. One last goodbye.

Fuck man. I’ve been here since the beginning. Since the second day Bad had Dapper. I’ve watched almost every single stream since. I’ve watched Bad change in real time. I’ve watched Dapper and the other eggs change him. I stayed up until 3 am watching Bad bargain with god to save his son from an unfair death. I’ve watched Bad chase desperately across the map only to arrive moments too late to find Ramon’s corpse. I’ve watched him sit silently weeping while waiting for Jaiden and Roier to say their last goodbyes. I still remember his screams for Dapper when they were killed by pillagers. I remember them stranded in the snow tens of thousands of blocks from safety with no items no food Dapper couldn’t even speak. Terrified that it could end then and there.

The fact that this whole journey has lead us here. Bad is literally dying because he failed them. He failed them in a hundred different ways but this was the big one. This failure broke him. If Bad does end up dying dying at the end of this arc… that would both be the most narratively satisfying yet heart breaking thing that could possibly happen. The eggs saved him in a million different ways. It makes sense that they would also be the death of him.

Bad’s a demon and a grim reaper so I doubt he’d stay dead but I could see Dapper and friends going on a quest to bring him back from where ever demons/grim reapers go when they die. Maybe he’ll finally get some closure from the tragedies he’s left in his wake all throughout history. Maybe he’ll get a chance to truly start over with a clean slate.

Fuck now I’m thinking about Dapper having ti live through their dad sacrificing himself for them and their siblings. We know Dapper was borderline suicidal before being taken so just… Dapper seeing themself in Bad too late and not being able to save him. Killing himself for the greater good. Dapper refusing to accept that Bad is gone and spending every waking minute researching how to bring him back by any means necessary but knowing Bad would want them to move on, to live, to live, to live.

I have no idea where Bad’s character is going. I have no idea if he’s gonna go full villain and burn the server to destroy the federation. I have no idea if he’s gonna sacrifice himself and die trying to get the eggs back. I have no idea if his grief is literally killing him and he’s acting so desperate with the knowledge that he’s on borrowed time. All I know is cc!Bad is gonna take us on one hell of a ride and I can’t wait to see what happens next.

#qsmp #crimson speaks #badboyhalo #tw suicide mention #I had to take a break while writing this #bad was giving off huge death flags today #so I was kinda just thinking about everything #bbh’s arc has been so tragic from the start #but just looking at it at face value u wouldn’t notice #the eggs have changed everyone #but I think they’ve had the greatest impact on bbh #at least we were able to see the evolution of his character fully #we knew who he was without the eggs so we got the contrast #q!bad is gonna be the death of me one day #I literally had to stop writing this cuz I was crying #but im fine now XD #enjoy the angst with me

[qbbhstuff]

the difference of thought between new islanders and old residents is interesting

the stark difference between new members and old members is so clear lol. the old people have gone through so much and have seen other island members try and betray them so they are very paranoid.

the new members think all of them are in same page and no one is going to go behind their back and can have any nefarious reason for others to betray them. they think they only need to worry about the code and the fed and.. maybe q!elquackity.

q!bbh has very valid reasons for is paranoia and his thinking of people are going to betray them at one point or another and need to be very careful about giving access to important things like cookies makes very much sense. his own child have been kidnapped like 5 times and 2 out of 3 times that have been by islanders in that island.

q!bagi on the other hand have never seen the horrors others have had to go through. at this point she has seen everyone united to bring the eggs back only and haven't even seen the code attacking the eggs even once. and now for her there is every resource available needed incase for emergencies. there are sharestones and ninho incase of code attack and maybe will never have that early on experience where no one trusted the others to take care of their eggs.

i remember once an islander thought to break all the egg beds except theirs to gain the "prize" from the fed. q!slime kidnapped dapper to literally kill him cuz his egg lost a life and thought q!bad and dapper were the strongest. if an egg were downed and their parents killed, others had to literally travel thousands of miles to just try and revive the egg. so it makes sense for q!bad to think the way he does and q!bagi to think the way she does.

#qsmp #qsmp eggs #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp bagi

[dance-like-an-idiot]

i think tumblr deserves the massive infodump i did in the comments of a youtube clip. for context, its a clip of q!cellbit and q!bbh's conversation of trust

tl;dr at the bottom btw :3

this is one of the most complex clips ive seen in a while from this server. and its all because of a change in character.

bagi and cellbit finding out they're twins seemed to unlock something in cellbit that had been hidden since he escaped from prison. hes been slowly leaning into the mindset he held during the war ever since the eggs disappeared but now hes /actively/ thinking about that time in his life because of bagis pressure. hes regressed back to how he used to be. the kid he was when he would chop and eat people to survive. the kid who slowly grew addicted to the rush and the taste until it was all he knew how to do. that same kid that bad knew. thats ultimately why he trusts him so much. bad has not said a word about how cellbit used to be, and cellbit is both ashamed and trusting. ashamed because he used to be like that, thats how he spent under a decade of his life and only one person knew it. and of course trusting because/only one person knew./ i also think that at a subconscious level cellbit confessed this all to bad because he used to see him as a father figure. hell, cellbit was 13 and bbh was hundreds of years older, there is no doubt in my mind that bad was a place of comfort and a place free of judgement for that cellbit. but he also confessed because he wanted the comfort he had gotten those years ago. cellbit was surviving everyday in a crazy new environment with only bad to guide him through it and hold his hand. thats why he tells him. because he's scared they'll go back there and needs bad again. needs bad to trust him with his life again. but thats not what happens. well, in someways it is. but bad can't comfort him. because he isn't any more sane. they've both lost their minds and bad wether he wants to or not enables cellbit in a certainly dangerous way. they're both dead set on their goals. they both know what the have to do. they've both done this before. they're listening to the same song, but one of them is blasting out their eardrums. they get each other. and they'll stay with each other. and no one else can take them out of this scary fucking mindset

tldr; both q!cellbit and q!bbh are fucked up and they enable each other. not to mention the cycles gonna be damn hard to break.

#qsmp #qsmp cellbit #qsmp badboyhalo #q!badboyhalo #q!cellbit #q!bbh #hgduo #also someone commented on my post and they did SOOO well on commentary too #shoutout itsmarok guys 🙏🙏🙏 #they killed it

[shadowfloofster]

Qsmp BBH headcanon

As Bad's confirmed his character is a part time grim reaper, he calls Dapper "little reaper" whenever he's working as one giving him a matching cloak (which Dapper loves, though he prefers his phantom cloak)

However, due to this he's usually the first to greet the eggs when they die (Trump, Tilin and Juanaflippa the second time*) and he sees them wondering around with their alive friends and parents. Tilin and Juanaflippa he saw together usually, watching Slime, Mariana and Quackity while Trump follows Max around most (they check on their other siblings at times) until the funeral where they finally disappeared.

When an egg loses a life Q!Bad can see their spirit moving slightly behind the body, due to it re-entering it doesn't fully 'settle' back into the body. It's not as noticable when they move a little but when they're fighting or running around it becomes easier to see. He's alerted of these but only watches over the egg as their spirit exits then re-enters their body as they don't remember what happened between dying and waking up (the body and spirit take a while to reconnect enough to exist together)

It's why he wants to make sure every egg is okay, because he can usually tell when an egg is about to die (the ghosts that follow him call him varieties of "the death oracle" due to off handed comments ending up being connected to an egg's death) and he hates seeing their spirits wonder around after their parents and siblings or the few seconds delay between the spirit and body.

While Dapper doesn't know the full details, he tells him about it after he wanted to learn about what Q!Bad did as a part time grim reaper

*He didn't see Juanaflippa the first time because she died by having her bed broken, meaning her soul left her body immediately so he didn't get a chance to even sense the death before it happened

Extras

He can interact with the spirits of the dead eggs, usually doing his best to comfort them when they want him to and just after their death.

Only the one who died can see him when he's there for a death.

Q!Bad isn't able to lead the spirits to the after life, being a 'part time' grim reaper already limits his access to the after life (usually only severing the body and spirit's link till another can arrive, but usually guides children and natural deaths to the afterlife due to his more empathetic and gentle nature compared to others, so the children are less scared of him) and Quesadilla island not letting him access the afterlife at all.

Q!Bad can't tell when an egg is going to die of neglect until they've already died and re-entered the body, so he asks the ghosts to let him know if an egg needs taking care of still

#qsmp headcanons #qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #Part time grim reaper Q!Bad #I see people say Missa is basically the grim reaper when Bad has literally said Q!Bad is canonically a part time grim reaper #Bad is underrated in general #He wasn't keen on bringing Dapper into it with him #But he seemed really curious and he was happy Dapper felt okay to ask about it #So he explained it in as little gruesome and bad detail as he could #without making it seem like the greatest job in the world #Dapper is happy to join him when pranking someone but never goes with him to when there's an actual death

[exosmutfactory]

Only Forever 008

Originally posted by byunvoyage

How long could you wait for the love of your life to decide you are his as well? How many times could you witness all his best moments of winning over agencies and the amount of clothes left overnight from his daily one night stands?

Main Masterlist | Bookclub zone | Chapter 8✓

networks — @/superm-net @/bbh-net

pairing — Baekhyun x You

word count — 3.7k

genre — model! baekhyun, playboy! baekhyun, friends to lovers! romance, angst, fluff, smut (eventually)

[ This chapter contains: a conversation, a night out, and a night in 🌻 ]

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Chapter 8

You got me so high

“Let me get this straight.” Shea takes a long sip of her tea, staring you down from across the living room. She sits back and crosses her legs, her intense gaze and her arched brow leaving you feeling chastised even before she says what she is about to say.

“Let’s recap so that I make sure I got everything straight: you went on vacation together, skinny dipped, rubbed each other down under the pretense of ‘needing sunscreen’, came back home, got drunk, kissed him, many times, went on a date, got head, finally talked about everything with him and now you’re freaking out?”

You flush at her words despite your best efforts. Well, when you put it like that… You cough, hastily sipping your own herbal tea to give yourself time to respond. She hit the bull’s eye as always; her words are brief yet her message is effective. Leave it to Shea to get straight to the point; all facts and no bullshit, compiling your problems into a concise and cohesive way that eases up your worries, even if just a little, from how confidently she breeches the issue. “Yep,” you reply after a moment. She’s got everything down and out in the open, after all. What else is there to say?

—a lot, but you can’t even begin to put your feelings into words.

“That’s pretty ass backwards,” May mumbles from your left, followed by the quiet sounds of her munching on food and the crinkle of plastic containers.

“May!” you exclaim at her words, turning to her in surprise. You immediately freeze when you meet her gaze. The look in her gray eyes has you sliding down on the couch as if you could disappear if you tried. The bubbly woman has paused in her quest to sample the newest flavor of donuts from your favorite pastry shop downtown to regard you with an unwavering stare, similar to the woman sitting elegantly across from you both. You know it’s serious when your normally cheerful friend has stopped mid-bite to give you a pensive glance, studying the expressions on your face like an abstract painting hung up in a gallery. Very fitting, considering the fact that you feel very much like a well-preserved piece of organic material being pinned against a wall underneath your best friends’ pointed stares.

—Okay, maybe you are being a little dramatic with that statement. Just a little bit.

…

You rub the back of your neck, resisting the urge to wipe away the bead of sweat lingering on the edge of your eyebrow. Okay, okay, I take it all back. I feel hella intimidated right now.

‘Intimidated’ is the perfect word to sum up how you feel about this entire situation.

“She’s right. It is ass backwards,” Shea sighs, making you snort despite your racing heart. “But you guys talked it out, at least.”

“Yeah…” you trail off, looking at the far wall in the room as if it could give you all the answers to all the questions that you have in your heart yet can’t even decipher in your mind. Your hands curl tightly around the warm cup of tea in your hands, trying to slow your breathing by inhaling the familiar lemon and ginger scent. Citrus and spice. Just like—you stop that train of thought right in its tracks, but it’s already too late. The damage has been done. The memory of messy black hair and soulful brown eyes plays vividly behind your retinas.

Inhale. Exhale. You hold your breath for a moment and sigh deeply. Really? Is this who you are now? You have a lot going on in your life lately between school and work. There always seems to be so much to do in so little time. All the long hours bent over counters and laptops. Your bathroom sink has been added to the mix as well. The bags under your eyes call for a half-hour dedicated to concealing your sleepless nights in front of the mirror. Are you really about to add your social life to your endless list of stress too? I mean it wouldn’t be the first time — but you haven’t had it this bad since high school!

Shea’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts before you can fall into that rabbit hole. Seriously, the last thing you need is to dive into those memories right now. Thank you, next.

“But you still have questions?” Shea states the obvious, reading you like an open book.

Yeah, 7 years of friendship will do that to you. All you can do is nod slowly. You can play cool and nonchalant all you want. You’ve always worn your heart on your sleeve. Even if you mask it behind a dozen layers of steel, one good hit to your feelings and all your walls shatter like fragile glass. If anyone knows that, it’s the two other women in this room. There’s no point in hiding how you feel. “He’s so- I don’t know how to put it… Guarded?”

Shea nods in understanding and May lets out an exaggerated sigh followed by a quietly uttered “men” in a voice full of disdain.

“I can see both sides,” Shea admits, forever the voice of reason in your friend group. “The Fashion Industry is cutthroat. It is in everyone’s best interest to keep their personal lives separated from business.”

“But she is his personal life!” May interjects, emphasizing her point with a wave of her hands.

“I’m his girlfriend, not his entire life, May,” you gently remind her. You rarely jump in when she gets this fired up, but even if you’ve daydreamed about being the center of Baekhyun’s world in your youth, you knew better than to think that in your 20s now. 

“Yes, which is why I can see why he’s cautious about where and how you guys meet up together.” Shea goes to take another sip of her tea but then pauses. “However, there is a difference between trying to keep your relationship private and safe behind closed doors, and trying to keep you held back at arm’s reach in an emotional aspect.” A brief look of irritation passes over her beautiful features, but the expression is gone in a flash.

“That’s what I’ve been thinking,” you mumble, worrying your bottom lip with your teeth.

“Yes, but is that what you have been saying?” Shea pointedly raises her eyebrow, taking a long sip of her tea. Even May takes a ridiculously long time chewing on the sprinkled donut in her hand, her gray eyes piercing into the side of your face.

“...No.” You’ve known Baekhyun since you were kids, but there is still a lot about him you don’t know about — especially in a relationship context. Wait, has Baekhyun ever had a serious girlfriend before? Maybe one, or something close, but you can’t remember her name…

“You have to communicate with him, girl.” Shea sighs.

“Yeah, Baekhyun is amazing, but he isn’t a mind reader,” May points out, her cheeks puffed up with a honey-glazed donut.

“You… have a point.” Of course they do, as usual, but you’ve never been good at having these types of conversations. You’re learning. You’re trying your best but things still manage to fall through the cracks and it never seems like your efforts are enough.

“What is stopping you from communicating with him...? Has he been giving you the cold shoulder?”

Your eyes widen in horror at the dark expressions that flicker over your friends’ faces. “No!” you nearly shout, not wanting them to go there. “I-it’s not that at all.” They have good reasons to make that assumption based on your past, but it isn’t like that now.

“Then what is it?” May tilts her head, peering at you with curiosity.

“What is the issue?” Shea reiterates, her eyebrows furrowed in deep thought.

Again, they do have a point and make a pretty strong argument. But why are you so anxious? It’s just Baekhyun. Baekhyun, who protected you when you couldn’t look out for yourself. Who pushes you to be a better version of yourself every day, not just for everyone around you but for yourself as well. Even when he isn’t around, he is forever on your mind. Living rent fucking free. It frustrates you as much as it comforts you to constantly be thinking about him. He is one of the few people who has stuck by your side for all these years, through the thick and thin… and dammit, the thought of losing him keeps you up at night so often that you might just die a little inside — if you aren’t already.

“You’re scared.” Shea’s strong and crisp voice rings across the silent living room without an ounce of doubt.

“I…” you take a deep breath, running a shaky hand through your hair. “Yeah.” Once you admit it aloud, it feels so much more real. You hold onto the cold cup of tea in your hands for dear life, hugging it to your chest.

The dead silence in the room is crushing until Shea stands up from the couch. “Alright, cancel all your plans.” She’s already on her phone, crossing out the list of errands that she mentioned about completing earlier today. “We’re going out tonight.” 

And that’s how you find yourself at the newest club in town hours later, skipping the mile-long line outside thanks to May and her networking connections.

“Oh?” The happy-go-lucky woman acted surprised when you mentioned the odd look on the bouncer’s face before he hastily let you three walk in. “I may have tapped that,” May admitted in a cheerful tone, hiding her coy smile behind the glass in her hand.

You and Shea locked eyes and hid matching smiles, sipping alcohol-free drinks. That bouncer was quite the looker though…

What can you say? Great minds think alike — you’ve all been friends for almost a decade for a reason.

Let’s make it clear though; you only came out here tonight to let loose and spend quality time with your friends and only your friends. Girl’s night only. After this, you all will most likely go back to Shea’s place and crash on her comfortable couch until the morning. But right now? You indulge in crowd-watching, your eyes zeroed in on the dancefloor.

You lean back on your barstool and cross your legs, observing the suave men and seductive women going full out during a popular pop song. The flashing lights and disco balls make the nightclub look like something you would see in a 70s Motown music video. You’re not surprised that Shea wanted to check this place out. It’s lively with a nostalgic feeling in the air, plus the juice they serve is great and the DJ has played nothing but back-to-back bangers all evening.

You spot May in the middle of the dancefloor, dirty dancing with a tall woman in a little black dress. The stranger’s classic attire contrasts with the neon green dress that your bubbly friend manages to pull off flawlessly. You can hear May’s twinkling laughter from all the way over here in the brief transition between songs.

At least she’s having fun, you smile. The sight reminds you of that one time you told Baekhyun that you don’t dance, which was a half-truth. You have rhythm; you know how to read the room and catch a vibe. But that’s the problem, you get too into it and then the next thing you know some guy’s jealous girlfriend is pouring her drink down your dress because her man decided to glue himself to your backside like a leech — but we digress.

Your smile slowly fades with a deep sigh. There you go again. Like clockwork, once you think of Baekhyun you can’t get him out of your mind. You made sure to text him earlier today to tell him that you would be out with your friends tonight. Doing it made you feel uneasy, but it was necessary, right? Aren’t you supposed to let your significant other know when you are going out to a nightclub in your not-so-freakdum-but-not-completely-modest-either dress with your best girl friends by your side?

You don’t know. You don’t know and hours later you are still worried about it.

It’s not like Baekhyun reacted badly to you telling him. He told you to be safe and have fun, the usual reaction when you told him the same thing in the past — he has a life-long habit of showing up unannounced at your place — but that’s the problem. It was the same as usual. The usual as in how he responded back when you were just friends, not boyfriend and girlfriend.

Does he not care? What if he doesn’t? What if he does? — your endless stream of worried thoughts is relentless tonight.

Honestly, the fact that you keep thinking about it has you upset. It’s girls’ night! You’re supposed to be having fun, yet here you are, sitting alone at the bar, sipping at a drink that is more melted ice than citrus juice while worrying about whether you’ll go home to a screaming match in the morning, which is absurd! Why is your mind so set on comparing Baekhyun to the partners of your past?

Your ex’s face flashes through your mind, a vivid image of his face as he gave you that ultimatum: him or Baekhyun.

Oh brother. Fuck it. You clench your teeth and order a fruity cocktail. You need to be buzzed to get through the rest of the night after that memory pops up. Actually, scratch that — you need to be buzzed and shake off this feeling of dread. So you take your drink, chug it, set the empty glass on the counter, and make your way to the dancefloor to meet your two best friends.

Shea’s red bottom heels and May’s gray eyes reflect the club lights, leading you straight to them through the crowd of sweaty bodies. You smooth down the front of your loose yet form-fitting dress and stride right up to them. They take one look at you and pull you closer with one goal in mind: dance the night away until your makeup smears and you want to kick your heels off.

♡—♡-♡—♡—♡-♡—♡

A few days later you find yourself at Baekhyun’s door. You’ve only seen him once since the day you established your relationship. The summer months are always jam-packed with runway shows and elite events, but as the end of August draws nearer, he gets a few days off before the fall fashion season gets its claws dug into him.

Your baggy t-shirt slips off of your shoulder and you don’t bother readjusting it. It’s no use anyway, the oversized material will just fall down again like it has the other 100 times you’ve fixed it. You smooth down the front of your athletic shorts that sit loosely around your waist yet snug against your hips and thighs. Normally wearing an all-black outfit this time of year would be a death sentence, but with a cold front blowing in from the ocean, the nights have been cooler lately. Pair that with your slip-on running shoes and you are the embodiment of casual — which is ideal, considering the fact that you saw a camera flash on your walk into the apartment building.

You shuffle on your feet, nervously shifting your weight from side to side while having a staring contest with Baekhyun’s front door. The oakwood merely stares back, and if an inanimate object could judge you, you believe that his door would be at the top of the list from the number of times you have come here for one young adult crisis or another. Just remembering the amount of petty stuff you’ve bothered him about at 1 a.m. over the past 2 years has you flushing. God, why? Of all men to fall for, why did it have to be your best friend who knows practically everything about you?

Suddenly, the door opens and Baekhyun regards you with such a knowing look that you find the answer to your question within 15 seconds flat. This man knows you better than you know yourself in so many ways, and the familiarity in that, the comfort of being known for who you are and not what you can be is such a relief on your weary shoulders. You don’t have to make pretenses with him. He knows it all.

As a friend.

It strikes you right in the heart at that moment while you look into his warm brown eyes that reflect the brightly lit hallway lights, shimmers of stars sparkling in those soulful irises that you could spend lifetimes admiring. Baekhyun has accepted you as a friend time and time again. Through thick and thin. For better or for worse. But… will he do the same with you now? As the woman he is committed to?

“Hey.” Baekhyun’s low timbre pulls you from your thoughts. Just a single word from his lips has you filing away your worries to think about later. You take a good look at him as he braces his arm on the wall and leans against the doorframe. He’s wearing a black t-shirt that matches your own, but while yours is oversized, his fits snugly on his broad shoulders and defined biceps, stealing your breath away. Not like you have much breath in the first place when you’re standing in front of him, but still. Between that and the sweatpants resting low on his hips, you have half the mind to turn on your heel and run back home. Home date be dammed.

“Hi,” you utter in a small voice before hastily clearing your throat and standing up a little taller.

“I noticed you standing out here.” Baekhyun leans closer, his brown eyes scanning over you like an X-ray machine.

“Oh,” you reply, as smart as always under his unwavering gaze, “yeah, yeah I was.”

He hums and you think you are scot-free until he opens his mouth again. “Care to elaborate?” he tilts his head, his eyes dancing in amusement while he backs out of the doorway.

You sigh loudly as you step into his apartment. Dammit, you can’t get anything past this man. “I… might have been debating on whether to run away or not,” you admit in a guilty murmur, readjusting the collar of your shirt.

“Why? If I may ask.”

His words make you freeze in the middle of taking off your shoes. Baekhyun doesn’t usually ask if he can ask a question. He just asks. You glance over your shoulder at him, your running shoes still in your hand, and something about his earnest expression and the way his hands are in his pockets makes you lower your guard.

“I’m lost,” you admit quietly, struggling to maintain eye contact. “I know that we established our relationship and what we are to each other but I…” you take a shaky breath, running a hand through your hair. “I don’t know where to go from here. I don’t know what I’m doing. Please tell me what dating and a relationship means to you because I-I,” your voice cracks as you stand up and look at him with a helpless expression. “I don’t want to mess this up.”

You bite your lip in an attempt to mask your vulnerability, surprised by how open you were just now. Usually, you would brush things off and downplay your stress and worries, not lay out all your cards on the table like this. It makes you feel raw and exposed. A sensation that you hate from all the times you’ve been dismissed in the past. If expressing fragile emotions was a chess game, you would keep your strategy under lock and key. But right here, right now, you’re willing to take that risk. Like your friends told you before, how will Baekhyun ever know what you are thinking if you don’t tell him about it? You just hope that he will take you seriously.

Baekhyun calls your name, his voice no louder than a whisper. He steps closer to you and cups your face in his hand, his brown irises gazing over your features. “You’re overthinking this,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over the apple of your cheek. “What does dating mean to me?” he tilts his head before kissing your cheek. “Spoiling you, taking you on dates, exploring places we’ve never been to before.”

Your skin tingles and flushes as he brushes his lips over your cheek and kisses the tip of your nose. “What’s a relationship to me?” Baekhyun pulls away slightly to look into your eyes and your breath hitches at the fond expression written all over his handsome features. His lips brush over your temple before he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, slipping his fingers into your hair as he cradles the back of your head in his hands. “Spending time together, holding you close, and talking with you like this when you get stuck in your head like the little idiot you are.”

“Hey!” you immediately protest and pull away from him, giving him a halfhearted glare.

“Come here.” Baekhyun chuckles and takes your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours. His brown eyes shimmer brightly like midnight stars while he guides you further into his home and to his living room. You gasp at the amount of snacks scattered across the coffee table and one of your favorite movies on the TV, waiting in the streaming service queue. And you gasp again when Baekhyun plops down on the couch and pulls up onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you. His citrus shampoo lingers in his hair, his clothes smell like French vanilla, and the mint on his breath leaves you speechless when he firmly presses his lips to yours.

In that moment, you finally let yourself relax, leaning back against his firm chest while taking a bite of the candy he holds up to your mouth. Baekhyun’s eyes crinkle with one of his rarest sweet smiles and you just live in the moment and block out the rest of the world for a while.

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A/N:

Hello! I’m up to my chin with schoolwork, but I pulled a few all-nighters to get this chapter done and I’m pretty satisfied with the outcome. This chapter will serve as a bridge between the first 7 chapters and the next 20+ chapters. And yes, there will be multiple parts to chapter 8 (those decimals shall strike again!) I just really needed to add more character and thought behind showing our OC’s thought process because for 3 whole years she even had me confused and I’m like??? Girl me too lmao.

This author’s note probably makes little sense (2am type of brain power right here) but I just want to say thank you for all the support you loves and readers have given this story. Thank you, Infinity team! Part 2 of chapter 8 will have more fluff between our couple, so look forward to that! See you next time~ (^-^)

#baekhyun smut #supermnet #bbh-net #exo x reader #baekhyun fanfiction #baekhyun romance #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun ff #baekhyun x you #exo baekhyun #exo romance #Only Forever

[icequeenbae]

Boy Next Door (m) Ch.4 (fin) | BBH

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Neighbor AU, slow burn, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut

Warnings: Baek being the neighbor we’re all dreaming of, harassment (nothing graphic), some altercations, a bit of body image/ insecurity, MC sucks at relationships, explicit content, unprotected sex

Word Count: ~18.5k (total), 3.7k (pt.4)

Summary: Your neighbor Baekhyun has been a pleasant acquaintance since you moved into your current apartment almost a year ago. Could he also be… a perfect match?

© Please do not copy/ post on other platforms without permission.

Chapter Masterlist: Pt. 1 > Pt. 2 > Pt. 3 > Pt. 4 (fin)

Author’s note: Yesss, the time has come for the final part of the series to drop~ This is more on the fluffy side tbh, but I hope you find it to be a pleasant ending to this mini-series. As usual, please don't be shy to leave feedback in any way you prefer, I track all of your replies/ reblogs/ asks ❤️ And thank you for giving so much love to my stories, I do appreciate that a lot!!

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‘I can’t believe you didn’t tell me earlier!!’

Yuki was over for girl’s night, and this time, she wasn’t the only one gushing about her prosperous sex life.

‘I was waiting for test results.’

‘Huh? Test results?’

You realized that you’d just spilled all the beans you didn’t intend to spill.

‘Uh- we didn’t exactly- you know?’

‘What?’ She asked suspiciously, probably not even imagining that you could get so careless.

‘Well…’ You swirled your hand around abstractly.

‘I don’t know what that means- Wait. No, you didn’t!?’ Judging by her lit-up eyes, she guessed right. ‘You little hoe!!’

‘Look who’s talking.’

‘Yes, I’m talking. And I want to know everything. Starting with the result of that test, actually. You stupid hoe.’

Sighing, you rolled your eyes.

‘It’s negative. Thankfully… But it was really stupid of me, I know.’

‘Well, did he at least pull out on time? It’s not a safe option, but the timing is somewhat important…’

‘He did. Although he said, he’s never had sex without condoms.’

‘Damn. I should change what I said to ‘you lucky hoe’! I hope you took that test properly.’

You nodded. That was the first time you had to march into a pharmacy to get pregnancy tests. And you had no clue about how to choose out of the dozens of available options. The only reason you were able to ask for help was that you wore a mask – to save you some face, literally.

But that landed you with a few options and some instructions to follow. You had also gotten your period after your two-day sexcapade with Baekhyun, so you were pretty sure you were lucky this time. But you were still concerned with the long-term options. Something you’d left for the future discussion with your physician.

There were other things on your mind right now.

‘Actually, there’s something else that’s been bothering me.’ You mentioned reluctantly. ‘We haven’t… made it official. I mean- he hasn’t asked me yet. Is that… indicative of anything?’

The thought was bugging you daily.

The words ‘Would you be my girlfriend?’ or anything of the sort, had never left your neighbor’s mouth. And you were the one who shamelessly got drunk, ended up in his bed, made him sleep in it with you, and then… Weren’t you so very eager to jump into having sex with him?

Not to mention that you’d stayed at his place for two whole days, Sunday being filled by more domestic delights, and… Even more sex. It seemed like Baekhyun was focused on you and completely insatiable. You couldn’t remember doing it more than once or twice a day, so you were stunned as you realized you had gone four times. His stamina was surprisingly remarkable.

It was a relief that you had to eventually leave his apartment, for you had to work on Monday. As you ran a bath at your place, you realized how sore and exhausted you were. The fact that just a couple days prior, you got shitfaced was probably a contributing factor, but also, the amount of physical activity was very unusual for your body. Though this was a great type of exhaustion, and you had the deepest sleep that night.

But now, almost two weeks later, you were pretty anxious about how your relationship was progressing. Relaying all of the basics to your friend and asking for her opinion was supposed to make you feel better; however, she shared your concerns.

‘This is weird. So, he had time to sex you up multiple times but not ask you a simple question?’ She frowned. ‘You know how it is here, Y/N… You’re not official until you say the words.’

You knew. And that wasn’t even the only cause for your uncertainty.

‘It’s not only that, but… We haven’t really hung out since.’ You mumbled, expecting a big reaction from your friend.

‘What?! Is the bastard ghosting you??’ She rose from her seat, looking ready to burst into his apartment and give him a piece of her mind.

‘No, he um- he had to go to some distant town for a work assignment. He told me that there might not be any internet connection since they would be on some military base or something like that. He said it would last a bit over a week, and then he’ll visit his family for a few days and get in touch with me from there.’

‘So, has he?’

‘So far… No.’ You admitted.

Yuki huffed, her eyebrows knitting together angrily.

‘Yah. That seems fishy as hell. Why wouldn’t he at least send you a text? Who disappears after having someone over for the entire weekend of fucking??’

‘We weren’t doing it the entire weekend…’ You mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up again.

‘Come on! He didn’t ask you to be his girlfriend, disappeared on a ‘mission’ that sounds unrealistic, and hasn’t gotten back to you for almost two weeks? Wow, was I wrong about him.’

You scratched your temple, exhaling hopelessly. She just voiced everything that you thought to yourself. You kept giving him the benefit of the doubt in your head, but she was right. It was too odd for someone to vanish into thin air like this right after what had happened between the two of you. This was the hard truth, and it hit your softest, most vulnerable spot. Your heart.

‘I guess so,’ you muttered, voice a bit scratchy with the inevitable tears you held back. ‘What do I even do now, Yu? I like him a lot, which is precisely why I didn’t want to start anything…’

‘First of all, stop crying. If he decided to do this on purpose, he is a dickhead. And doesn’t even deserve to call you his girlfriend.’

She reached out her hands to wipe the stray tears off your cheeks.

‘Second… You need to grow some balls, Y/N. Don’t let people take you for granted or make you feel less than you are!’ She said in a serious tone. ‘I’ve told you this before: you shouldn’t retreat to your shell when someone attacks. You’re strong, beautiful, and an amazing person, capable of giving them hell if you need to!’

Snorting at Yuki’s passionate speech straight out of some girl power drama, you shook your head.

‘Yes, you are! Stop feeling sorry. If someone hurts you – don’t let them. I don’t mean Baekhyun exclusively. You know you’ve been in various situations lately where defending yourself was vital. Stop being a good, cautious girl who gets into her own head before saying anything. Act the way you want, and if someone is offended – it’s their problem. I’ve seen you speak your mind before, and it was damn powerful. That’s why it’s time that you do it for you.’

It wasn’t hard to guess what she was referring to. You’d been keen on staying collected on the outside and hid your emotions fairly well. You’d never let your struggles show, even when you were going through a difficult time at your previous job. You preferred crying in the restroom during lunch break to letting anyone know.  You didn’t want to deal with that. Sad or angry, you processed every thought before opening your mouth and saying something, just because you knew how hot-tempered you could become if you didn’t keep your tongue in check.

However, you did let it slip sometimes, mostly when someone hurt the people you love, as opposed to you. A couple years ago, you had to pick Yuki up from a random party she was stuck at, and there was a guy who made unwanted moves on her. As you arrived at the scene, you had to search the entire house for her until you walked into the kitchen, where the bloke was trying to kiss her while she was shoving him away. You vaguely recalled what you did… grabbing his shoulder to turn him around, kneeing him in the balls without hesitation. Yuki later shared that she sobered up as she heard you swearing excessively at him. You told him everything on your mind, and he was scared to talk back. Apparently, you looked like a force of nature back then.

And although this wasn’t the first time you’d done something like this, it was mostly reserved for someone else. But now that you were contemplating your life… You found that you might’ve been missing the point all along.

‘Actually… You have a point, Yu.’

Your best friend blinked, surprised by your response. She’d been trying to get through to you many times before, and now you finally listened?

‘Why should I always be the one to swallow my pride or feel uncomfortable? I’ve always been a good girl, and where did it get me?’ You wiped your face dry. ‘I’m not gonna do a one-eighty and become a crazy bitch now, but it’s time to let go. I won’t try to reach him or wait for him at the door. If he was one of the bastards who thought I was too boring to have a relationship with, well… Fuck him then. I’m done with feeling bad about myself.’

‘Yay! That’s what I’m saying. You go, girl!’

‘I’m sure I’ll get over him in no time. Yes, we’re neighbors; it’s gonna be awkward. But why should I be the one worried about it? I’ll be sure to let him know I don’t give a shit about him and his stunts if I ever see him again.’

‘That’s the spirit, Y/N-ah! Gosh, this calls for a celebration. Where’s the champagne I brought last time?’

‘I hoped you’d ask. In the fridge.’ You chuckled.

‘Coming right up,’ she winked, already headed to the cupboard to get the glasses.

***

Friday rolled in, having you overcome the struggles of getting work done while having your head elsewhere. Your office hours were so long and miserable that you were dead set on doing your house chores and then going straight to bed tonight. Just to sleep in tomorrow, wake up completely free for the day, and order from your favorite restaurant and chill. If anyone deserved a feast, it was definitely you! Rewarding yourself for getting through the week and spending five minutes not thinking about your personal life was a great achievement in your book. Maybe not great, but a triumph.

Walking up to the entrance, you saw a tall figure there.

It didn’t seem familiar until you were a ten-second walk away. Then you realized – it was that woman. That one who broke into Baekhyun’s apartment while you were there. And the one who called him up about having dinner together at his place.

Your first instinct was to turn around and sneak through another entry point. You hated confrontation, especially in case you didn’t initiate it. At this time, all you wanted was a quiet evening, and it was about to be ruined.

Your pride, however, didn’t allow you to back down. Suddenly, your conversation with Yuki replayed in your mind. She was right; you shouldn’t let anyone treat you that way or make you feel any less. And if you had to withstand a pointless attack, you could simply fire back. With that in mind, you reached the gate.

‘You!’ The voice made you sigh and brace yourself before turning around. ‘It is you! I’ve seen you before.’

‘Congrats,’ you shrugged, ready to walk away.

She grabbed your forearm.

‘Are you going to Baekhyun again?’

‘I find it unlikely that my destination is any of your business. Let go of me.’

She gritted her teeth, squeezing your arm painfully.

‘Listen, whore. I’ve been working on him for months, and as soon as I’ve made progress, you swing by and think you’re-’

‘No, you listen, bitch.’ You ripped out of her grasp, completely fed up with this. ‘I don’t care if you think you’re entitled to have him. But let me tell you this. I live on the thirteenth floor, so if I see you there again, I’m calling the police. Stop creeping around my house and get a life.’

‘You-’

‘Is everything alright?’ You turned to the security, who most likely caught your exchange in front of the gates on CC TV and decided to come check it out.

‘Yes,’ you nodded, pressing your code in and pushing through the entrance. ‘This person is blacklisted on our building, check under Byun Baekhyun. And please make sure she doesn’t sneak in and cause more trouble.’

‘Of course.’ The guard made sure the door was appropriately locked after you.

The woman, whose name you still didn’t know, shouted profanities at your back as you walked away.

You hated confrontation, but this felt good.

Later this evening, you gladly told your best friend about it.

‘Damn, you should’ve called me as soon as you got home! This is so cool,’ she yelled as you relayed the story.

‘I wanted to clean up first. You know we talk for hours… I'm glad I did; I’m sure I’d have zero energy if I had to do it now. I’m already in bed and so sleepy.’

As if to emphasize your point, you let out a loud yawn.

‘How graceful. I am in bed too, but I wish I could see her face when you… Is there a way to get my hands on the security footage?? I’d flirt with your guards just to have a chance to see that!’

You heard someone grumble in the background.

‘I’m sure you’d love to see that footage just as much as me, Seokie,’ she teased.

‘Ew, don’t tell me you’re in bed with Hoseok right now!’

‘What if I am? Jealous?’ She asked, and you rolled your eyes.

‘Sure. I hate you lovebirds.’

‘He’s been eavesdropping on your story about that bitch you put in her place, and he looks impressed.’

‘You go, Y/N-ah!’ You heard Hoseok shout.

‘Thanks,’ you giggled, feeling at ease. ‘That’s at least one source of frustration off my shoulders.’

‘Aw, you’re still upset about that bastard going MIA on you?’

‘I’m trying not to think about it. But… Baekhyun’s either been offline everywhere or has blocked me. I just keep thinking… If it’s the former, what if something happened?’’

‘Oh ,Y/N. I hate that you’re this kind. Next time you see him, tell him off just like his stalker.’

‘I guess,’ you agreed weakly. ‘Anyways, tomorrow is a new day, and I have great plans, so I need to sleep now.’

‘By great plans you mean ordering food and wearing pajamas all day?’

‘You know me so well! Don’t bother coming over, I’m not gonna share. It’s a me-day.’

‘Ugh, what a hoe.’

‘I’m hanging up.’

You put your phone away, giggling at her goodbye growl. She always knew when to tease you to make you relax, and it was one of the reasons you considered her a great friend.

She was always there to back you up and listen to your whining, if needed. At least when you went back to being alone again, you weren’t completely alone.

***

You danced eagerly to the door, ready to pick up your order. It was afternoon, and you were hungrier than a wolf. The delivery guy had just sent you a picture of your package, so you were to simply get it at your doorstep. Which was how you preferred it – living alone as a woman could be slightly creepy, so all contacts with strangers were to be avoided. Your apartment building had great security, but… better safe than sorry.

Thinking all that, you opened the door without checking if the coast was clear. Since you were already crouched to get the package off the floor, you instantly saw a pair of legs in front of you. Male legs. Someone was standing right outside of your door.

You quickly glanced up, meeting the chocolate eyes.

And then grabbed the doorknob, trying to shut the door. But a swift foot in the doorway prevented you from doing so.

‘Whoa, wait a second, Y/N-ah!’

You still wouldn’t budge, so Baekhyun continued.

‘I know what it must’ve looked like, but let me explain. Please, Y/N. I know I fucked up.’

He tried stealing a glance at your face through the crack on the door, but you turned away.

‘Why should I listen to a single word you say?’

‘Don’t you want to know what really happened?’

Trying to make up your mind, you looked down at the package in your other hand.

‘I’ll need five minutes tops to set the table.’ You announced, letting go of the doorknob and allowing him to follow you inside. ‘Be done till then, I don’t wanna spoil my healthy appetite.’

You said that while walking towards the kitchen to get your food out. Baekhyun put something suspicious on the floor and stepped into the kitchen silently.

Expecting him to start the explanation, you huffed.

‘Your time is going to be up before you know it!’

‘I’m sorry.’ He said, voice heavy with guilt. ‘I’m sorry if I made you upset. I know we agreed that I’d stay in touch, and I didn’t. But I promise you I didn’t disappear on purpose.’

You began taking out containers of food from your delivery.

‘My phone was handed in the entire assignment because that base wouldn’t allow any devices inside but our pre-approved laptops. I was planning to text you as soon as I arrived at my family home because when I received my phone back it was dead.’

Listening to him talk, you avoided looking his way. You wanted to process his words without any additional… distractions. It was time to be rational; meeting his warm, guilty gaze again would cost you half of your battle spirit.

‘I left it to charge as soon as I got home, but…’

He made a big, almost theatrical pause.

‘But?’ You nudged, wishing to know the truth.

‘I don’t know how to say this… Uh- Siwoo wanted to take a picture of something outside just to be playful and accidentally dropped it out the window.’

It was your turn to pause. Was he kidding you with that story?? You couldn’t believe he was trying to blame all of this on a child.

Your thoughts must’ve displayed clearly on your face, so he fished his phone out of his back pocket.

It was brand new. It was evident that the model was upgraded, and the color was different, too.

‘I restored the photos from the cloud, I can show you the picture he too—’

The shiny new device was proof enough for you, and you weren’t willing to have him provide you with further evidence of his innocence. Nevertheless, you wanted to make sure he was genuine in his apology.

‘Why couldn’t you at least call our building and ask them to give me a message?’

He stood there, stupefied, for what seemed like an eternity before his expression turned into a sheepish grin.

‘I could’ve… done that?’ He mumbled, scratching the back of his head.

Clearly, the thought had never crossed his mind.

You rolled your eyes and turned to the kitchen counter. The table was set, and you only needed to get the plates. The prettier ones were reserved for the rare occasions when you had guests, so you had to reach for them.

‘Y/N…’ Baekhyun whined, sounding uncharacteristically childish in his desperation. ‘I also brought you an ‘I’m sorry’ present…’

Hearing this made you snap.

‘Why would you do that? It’s not like we’re dating!’

He was taken aback by your words.

‘What do you mean we’re not?’ He asked, completely bewildered. ‘Are you seeing someone else?’

‘No, but-’ It was your turn to mumble. ‘You never asked me…’

Baekhyun looked at you as if you were crazy. Then, his frown transformed into something else.

‘Oh god, Y/N…’ He sighed, leaning on the counter behind you with one hand. ‘I thought it was obvious. I was serious about you from the very beginning, but if you want me to say it, I will say it.’

You waited for him to finish.

‘Please be informed that I’ve considered you my girlfriend this entire time. And I know I fucked up, so… are you gonna break up with me?’

‘I’m debating it,’ you responded gruffly.

‘Y/N-ah,’ He pressed, still hovering over you while his arm inched closer and closer to your frame. ‘I’ll do anything you want to make it up to you.’

Taking in his hopeful eyes, you pointed to the kitchen cabinet.

‘I need plates.’

Following the direction of your index finger, Baekhyun looked up. He reached over you, almost hugging you with one arm, and gave you what you wanted.

‘Thank you.’

He perked up, a question in his eyes. ‘What now?’

Although you were still grumpy, your heart was beginning to warm up to him. So easily.

‘Go sit at the table. I’m hungry.’

Baekhyun’s chocolate orbs instantly lit up.

‘Does it mean you forgive me?’

The hopefulness of his tone made your façade crack.

‘You’ve mentioned a goodie bag?’ You squinted at the huge paper bag he left at the door, just to avoid crumbling right in front of him.

Baekhyun smiled cheekily.

‘It’s all yours. Babe.’

You ignored the term of endearment, turning your back on him to hide your warming cheeks.

‘Get yourself another set of chopst—’

Your boyfriend gave you an abrupt back hug.

‘B-Baekhyun?’

‘I really missed you, Y/N-ie.’ He whispered in your ear, nearly busting your eardrum with a kiss. ‘Also, my entire family wants to meet you…’

‘What?? Already?’

‘Mhm. And here you were, thinking we weren’t even dating,’ he snickered. ‘Once I got you, I’m not letting you go.’

‘You are,’ you huffed. ‘Otherwise, you’re standing between me and food. And I got an appetite, you know?’

‘I know.’ His smile tickled your neck pleasantly. ‘It’s one of the many things I love about you.’

It was impossible to turn into mush faster than you did.

Masterlist

A/N: Okaaaay, we're done with another mini-series!!! Congrats to you and I haha Thank you for following this story till the end <3 And a huge thank you to all of my lovely readers that left their comments to each installment of the series! Ily 💕

#baekhyun smut #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun scenario #byun baekhyun smut #baekhyun fanfic #exo smut #icequeenbae fics #Boy Next Door #kvanity #bbh-net #baekhyun #byun baekhyun #baekhyun fic #baekhyun x you #baekhyun x oc #baekhyun fluff #baekhyun fanfiction #baekhyun scenarios #exo byun baekhyun #neighbor!baek #BBH mini-series #BBH series #BBH #exo baekhyun

[tjodity]

how would you rate various dream smp characters hugs on a scale of 1/10

DreamXD-1/10 doesn't have hands wouldn't hug most people anyway

Egg- 1/10 self explanatory

Wilbur Soot- 2/10 for literally anyone other than Tommyinnit that man is awkward bony and smells terrible

Skeppy- 2/10 he's sharp and won't hug anyone besides bbh

Jack Manifold- 2/10 I don't think this man has hugged really anyone in his lifetime

Technoblade- 4/10 will never hug someone in his life but is pretty good to hug. Fluffy and large and warm

Philza- 5/10 he doesn't hug much

Dream- 6/10 he smells like ink and has a large amount of sharp metal strapped to his body at all times but he's pretty decent at it

Hannah- 8/10 she's very bony and would be awkward about it but I'm biased

Niki- 8/10 she either smells like a bakery or charred bones so it's kind of a gambit but she's pretty soft and hugs very tightly

Puffy- 9/10 very strong hugger and also very fluffy

Badboyhalo- 9/10. boobs

[woofdrm]

I am so incredibly mad and frustrated, and I cannot believe that no one has published a full 2-hours video essay on the dehumanisation of Dream yet.

The fact that most "antis" are fans of other CCs and pretend to be saints-of-morality leftists while always behaving like puritains and conservatives is absolutely mind-blowing and needs to be studied, like they just keep calling Dream a racist, homophobic, mysogynist ... based on old views of him he has clearly evolved from, but no they HAVE to use right-wing rhetoric and refuse his growth because it helps them demonize him even more! They can't help but behave like kiwifarms users because they feel justified because it's Dream and for them there is no such thing as reformative justice when it comes to Dream!

I'm honestly extremely worried seeing people's absolute lack of empathy when it comes to him, he is way too loving and kind for his own good, despite everything he went through.

They don't even care about the truth or about real victims, they just want him gone or dead. Yes it is important to support a victim at first but not BELIEVE everything until there is another side, like recently with the Inquisitor situation (tiktoker had grooming allegations and killed himself, then it was proven he was innocent), they can't help but twist everything he says. Even BBH said he believes him and now everyone is harrassing him despite the fact that he HAS BEEN SHOWN the proof that will come out soon, but they don't believe him and they don't want to wait and see it because they WANT Dream to be a groomer just so they can justify their hatred.

Let's not even talk about the fact that "big" stan and troll accounts and small CCs (some of them known by the CCs they stan) are leading the harrassment campaign and that some of them interact with leaktwt when it's convenient to them and helps their cause (ruin Dream's life)

In the end it was never about supporting the alleged victim, it was always about having one REALLY damaging reason to hate, harrass, bully, dehumanize him. He doesn't talk about it? GUILTY! He talks about it extensively and will release proof? GUILTY! Let's not even mention the amount of grooming jokes they make about him but when he jokes ONCE about the trauma he had to endure for this entire past year he's getting crucified. (Let's not forget that people like Tommy or Jack etc have also made jokes about "miners" but no one said anything to them). Regardless of what he does or say they are never gonna believe anything he says and it pisses me off so bad because it causes so much damage to actual victims. It's always "always believe victims! all of them!" but when they hear about Mascara or time suddenly it doesn't apply to them.

The way all these people behave really brings me back to 2020-2021 MCYT where every CC was put under the microscope but it feels even worse this time. I seriously hope Dream has a really strong support system because things are clearly going out of hand. I can't believe he is receiving worse treatment than actual proven groomers (James Charles, Colleen Ballinger...) and they also keep changing the definition of grooming to fit their narrative... Media literacy is DEAD.

(sorry for the length of this btw I just had to rant about it)

Rant away anon, this was an enjoyable read.

#offerings

[osarquivosmagnus]

I think people have said this before and also way better than I could ever articulate but. Cellbit!! His love and devotion to the people he loves. To the people he considers family. How sweet and gentle he is with the eggs, how attentive whether he is babysitting or just spending time with them. How much he cares for the people he considers dear to him, even if they hold different values or don't trust him the same way (jaiden, foolish, maxo...)

It makes me absolutely convinced that it will be SO HARD to just "snap him out" of his current state. (This got longer than I expected i'll put it under the little read more thing)

He isn't consumed by madness on his killing spree, he is consumed by grief, violence and death that has haunted his whole life. From the age of 13 he had to kill to survive, live or earn the respect of people around him. When he arrived at the island he tried investigating, interrogating, manipulating, infiltrating, hiding, scheaming, thinking, sneaking and attacking his way into the federation or anything that could get them close to figuring out how to leave the island. He betrayed his most trusted friends to free his best friend and gather information, he hid from everyone that his son was being threatened with death in order not to put him at risk and all he got from it was more trauma, more manipulation, more loss and stress and fatigue. He IS tired. And he is tired bc he cares. He cares about the ppl stuck in the island with him, he cares about the eggs who were killed or hurt by the codes and he despises that the federation held bobby's death over roier and jaiden's heads. He despises an organization that left an egg (hope) to die, alone and abandoned, who had nothing to them but a notebook where they wrote about wanting to be loved and not be forgotten. How could he have in him any simpathy left for anyone working for such a thing? Someone like him, that has only known violence and the urge to kill, maim and eat his enemies? Someone like him that found out, in the island, months after losing his child, that he could've had a family but was cast away. For a reason he doesn't know, bc they are once again hiding it from him. He could've had a sister, parents and good memories of a (relatively) normal childhood, when he played at being a captain and stole candy to eat and had a worm for a pet. They erased that from him and stopped searching when it was too much of a hassle. And he left a note, as a child, to not trust any of the workers. So how could he trust them?

He is lost. Bagi and bbh are scared he will lose himself but to him, he knows he has been far gone for a while now. All he wants is to hurt the federation and to kill cucurucho. He wants to strike them, he wants them to FEEL it, like he did, the desperation, the fear, the loneliness, the hopelessness and helplessness of it all. And he wants his family to be safe. They are not at risk by his hands. He doesn't want to eat pac, he doesn't want to hurt the eggs, he doesn't want to fight or go behind their backs. He wants to protect them from the thing that took everything from him, including the ability to feel more than the instinct to kill. He is tired. He loves so much. And he is tired of seeing the people he loves being hurt. He is tired of looking into his husband's eyes and seeing emptiness, the loss and the grief all consuming, knowing the federation could've not given them the hope. Could've let them go. Could've explained things to them. Could've been honest about the whearabouts, as little as they know, and the attempts to search for the eggs. But they didn't. And they won't. Cucurucho said so himself: they could have truce, but cellbit WILL pay. He doesn't care. He loves everyone else around him way too much to care about himself. His life in the island is good, he had peace for a while, he met the love of his life, he met his kid(s) and his other new best friend (who was also put into the nether by the federation, of course), and all the friends he made along the way. His promise and talk with slime yesterday showed that: he wants to protect the eggs and anyone that could hurt them.

I guess what I am saying is... it'll be hard to just put him in a room and convince him that he is loved or that the workers have family like him, bc... that's not why he is killing them at all. I understand the desperation in bagi, the sadness in bbh and the fear in pac, but none of that feels like it will be enough bc he is convinced, not after snapping or going insane, but after months and a whole life of horrific torture and trauma and loss that this is the only way to help the people he loves.

So yeah, fucking cellbit. He loves so much it hurts. He is so tired of everything. And he is so violent.

#qcellbit #this is all about characters of course #i think the killing of workers is... #nuance lmao #but also this is a piece of media and not real life happenings #i do believe there are eorkers that are just there ans also being abused #but there are workers torturing and keeping ppl there as well #there could be a bigger talk on if they deserve to be killed or not #i will... not be engaging in that #i just think #cellbit cubito... #ya know #he is so interesting to me #this whole text is bc of dia de los muertos #and sseing him around eggs again #but also the talk he had with slime #and how he respected pacs bondaries #king #my wet murderous cannibal cat #so in love with his husband #who is also very murder happy #and so so sad #both consumed by grief and angst and saudade #and what couldve beens #anyway yeah #character analysis #i guess #qsmp

[steelstreqq]

*About your Rustout AU*

So. You have this awesome A.U. and I require further information and to gush about it

First and foremost, compliments.

Your designs for Ranboo and Charlie are incredible?? They fit the characters really well, and they remain pretty unique, which I think is lovely. I genuinely adore Charlie's outfit. It really seems like something that fits him, and something that would fit this kind of world (even if you don't think of it at first). Ranboo's scarf/hood thing was a really creative way to incorporate his mask as well!

Your handle on proportions is incredible! Everything looks really nice, it's the type of art I want to put in a snow globe and vigorously shake around for three minutes straight and then stick on a mantle for the next five years of my life.

Your backstories are all really neat! If you had handed anybody else on Tumblr that same list of characters and the idea of nuclear fallout set in the 80s/90s I don't think that anybody would have come up with the same ideas. I want to specifically mention:

Ted - him as a serial killer is genuinely insane. I really don't think anyone else would have thought about that, it is such a cool concept. I don't see him often in fan content, so it's really neat to find him here, and I think this does him justice!

Wilbur - his backstory is a great set up to his character, and it seems really fleshed out. It fits both him and Fundy as characters, and I think it would be really interesting to see how this event impacted him and his future interactions with others.

Charlie - again, such a unique idea. And it fits. Former front man of a pop group stranded and separated from his friends while on a burger break? Pretty much insane but swears up and down that he is normal? Silly billy but also, like, clinically insane? Literally Charlie. The perfect backstory.

Quackity and Schlatt also sound like they're just. Crazy. I find their backstories kind of hysterical, like, 'We'll get married to look good and adopt this thirteen year old gremlin for the news but hey we're attached to him and now we just murdered everybody in the 1% bunker. huh.'

Absolute perfection, those two.

Anyway, you said that asks were welcome, so I have a few questions (if you have answers, or if you're willing to share).

Character stuff (pretty short, but I wanted to ask anyway):

Does Niki/Nihachu have any role in this?

What's Jack up to? Do you plan for him to be close with anybody in particular in this, or is he going to be something closer to a loner?

Do you have a specific age in mind for Fundy? Is he a younger or older teenager, or is it still up in the air?

General Questions:

What character design are you most proud of?

Which character backstory do you find most interesting, out of the backstories you have created?

Any specific plot points you want to share?

Thanks for reading through all this, I hope you liked the ask, because I adored your original post.

OMG THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IVE EVER GOTTEN A FOR REAL ASK AAAHH... thank u so much this means everything <3 both me and my partner (who helped a lot on this au) (@belovedstilldear) adore everything about this ask and it means a lot

esp about ted, cuz the serial killer thing was my partners idea :3

ANYWAYS, TO THE QUESTIONS

Does Niki/Nihachu have any role in this?

i didnt think about niki until you asked this and OH MY GOD IM SO MAD AT MYSELF FOR NOT CONSIDERING IT, im thinking for her she could run some sort of a hostel or sanctuary faction including such characters as bbh and condificition ^-^, she knows her way around a blade and isnt afraid to defend those she is protecting. honestly she probably goes out of her way to attack first, esp when wilbur and his motley crew roll around

What's Jack up to? Do you plan for him to be close with anybody in particular in this, or is he going to be something closer to a loner?

hes gonna be some sort of a raider or pirate type of character (courtesy of my partner AGAIN for this idea). a lone grifter who wanders from settlement to settlement, taking whats not his, and hes definitely not afraid to fight back if confronted. hes a little jackass

Do you have a specific age in mind for Fundy? Is he a younger or older teenager, or is it still up in the air?

deffo around 14-15ish, he really cant navigate the world like he thinks he can

What character design are you most proud of?

CHARLIE CHARLIE CHARLIE, i think i hit a sweet spot with his designs esp with the super big glove

other than him im super happy with ted and tubbo, esp with tubbo having schlatt merch :o

Which character backstory do you find most interesting, out of the backstories you have created?

the most interesting i feel is techno who i didnt go into too much detail with -- hes a college student whos majoring in mythology studies and english. when tommy goes missing, phil calls up his old buddy techno and asks if he can come along with him to look for tommy -- phil and techno essentially adopt these 'wandering criminal' identities and don these kickass gas masks that obscure their faces. ill totally go into their history more when i post their designs

Any specific plot points you want to share?

i dont wanna reveal too much cuz i might make some short comics about these fellers, but i do want there to be some major character death (ao3 style) along the line, it always hurts to lose a character in apocalypse fiction and we'll see where that goes :3

again thanks so much, this means everything to me -- both me and my partner (@belovedstilldear again) answered these on vc at like 1 am BUT THATS LIKE SUCH A VIBE

ALSO I NEED CHARACTERS TO ADD AS WELL SO IF ANYBODY HAS MORE CHARACTERS TO SUGGEST PLZZZ HAND THEM IN!!!

#steelspeak10 #rustout au #mcyt #mcyt au #dsmp #dsmp au #dream smp au #thanks so much for sending this ask #ur literally the best <3<3<3 #casual infodump #dsmpblr #mcytblr

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Actually, amendment to the Locked-In AU: Dream doesn’t make a break for it. Instead, the branch he’s on finally breaks, and he falls.

Sam catches him, but he starts struggling for his life — kicking and cursing and yelling up a storm, and even with his clumsy movements and shaky mobility he’s still really hard to hold onto and if they’re not careful he’s gonna end up in the water. They’re all frantically trying to restrain him, trying to make him stop fighting them so much, but they’re also trying desperately not to hurt him —

— and then someone squeezes his side.

Soon afterwards, everyone decides that the best thing to do in this situation is tire him out. Sam braces him against his chest by wrapping his arms around the man’s biceps to pull them backwards. Sapnap and Quackity move in tandem to get his sides and armpits, both stretched out and exposed and undefended. Bad goes for his feet, using his claws to scratch and poke and prod at his worst spots. George gets to lie between his legs and torment his belly, smothering it in raspberries and nibbles as his hands squeeze and prod around his hips.

The tickles are mean, and they’re meant to target all his worst spots to get him squealing hard and fast, no mercy in sight because he scared the shit out of them. Eventually they’ve got him begging, and soon after they’ve secured a promise for him to behave himself, and only then to they stop and bring him inside.

He gets aftercare, obviously. George snuggles right up next to him in bed and kisses away his lingering tears, and everyone else isn’t far behind. He’s cooed at, and pet, and given plenty of soft attention meant to make him relax. He falls asleep in their arms.

fzgshs oh goddd ok aH 😭 so he gets the scare of the branch snapping, the absolute terror of being caught, and just overall panic that people are going to be mad at him for running :(( he’s confused and cold and spooked and just flailing in sam’s arms ☹️

(discussion belowwww)

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honestly i’ve been dying for some dream team content so much and i truly believe that cgeorge has always been able to reach cdream’s vulnerability (might stray, reel me back i do, i feckin love my cdnf content lmao). there’s something poetic about this all occurring outside of the community house as well. i feel like george and bad would be the ones that would be able to to actually make get dream to pay attention to them long enough to listen. like he’s flailing like crazy and just frantically searching for an escape route behind the several sets of arms and worried eyes that are trying to still him,, and yet somehow they’re the ones that are able to catch his gaze and convey some sort of understanding to him

kinda like the idea of the accidental squeeze occurring and sap making the suggestion that they tire him out. like he still remembers all the spots that used to be able to immobilise dream in seconds (sides of tummy, below the belly button, a specific group of upper ribs etc..) and he just barks out orders for everyone to get a spot to stop dream from struggling

this of course would be absolutely terrifying for dream,, but perhaps this is where his panicked gaze meets that of george’s. despite george’s chaotic energy he’s always been the one that’s been able to calm dream. it quickly reminds dream of early days, and he notices so much familiarity in george’s eyes (despite not seeing him for so long). george takes his hand and reminds him that they’re trying to help. he tries to fight it but george squeezes tight.

i also feel bbh could have this affect on him? he’s someone that dream used to be able to trust as well? either way i just like the idea of dream being absolutely wrecked and bad and george being the ones to reassure him and make sure the others aren’t going to far (as well as sam if he has the same limbo as last time?). also love the idea of dream squeezing george’s/bads/sams hand back at some point :(

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#llama asks #soup the destroyer #Soups Locked-In AU #lee!dream