#“sheesh alright you don't have to be so dramatic” <- Doesn't Know

[i3utterflyeffect]

Does he know he's being watched and what is his reaction to finding out that his previous creation is surveiling him to make sure he doesn't harm SC?

He does eventually realize, but pretty much immediately freaks out because the last time he saw them they were destroying a building with dark and could have very much killed both him and SC! once he finds out WHY Chosen is watching them though he very reluctantly allows the two to interact, but he's still kind of afraid of Chosen so he only lets them hang around for a few minutes. eventually though i think an understanding would develop there

[wasteofbandagesxx]

Bsd x reader

Hunting dogs in a nutshell part 6

"God damn Jouno, when will you stop whining like a bitch!?" "Me!? A bitch! Oh your fucking next-" "that's enough Jouno!"

Tecchou was now using crutches so he could walk. The poor dude can never get a break from getting beat. The blind man scoffed at him and turned away from him. "You guys are so annoying. Especially you, Tecchou. Always making weird food combinations, working out to the point where the room smells. Stabbing my foot and lecturing me when I'm interrogating. I hate you so much." Y/n snickered at Jouno's childish words and actions. He's like an angry kid who got their candy stolen. "Oh calm down, Jouno. Why don't you go outside and get some fresh air aye? Calm down and stop acting like a baby." "But he-" "Now..."

Y/n gave him an icy glare, and Jouno could feel it, a chill going down his spine as he took a step back. "Fine... whatever." And with that, he walks away. "Thanks Y/n, I can finally relax in peace without getting beat." He gave Y/n a genuine smile, showing his teeth. Y/n felt kinda weird, a giddy feeling, actually. "Your welcome. Happy to help!" Y/n smiled back at him, showing their pearly whites as well. "How's your leg feeling?" "Oh its getting a little better. Needs more healing though. I'll need to take a break from going on missions for a while for about a week or two I guess."

"That's good. I'll go check on the caption and see if he's doing ok. He's probably hung over from all that drinking, yknow." Tecchou nodded and let Y/n walk away. Tecchou watched as they left the room. He was somewhat feeling strange. Butterflies were in his stomach all of a sudden. "Their smile is cute..." he mumbled, smiling to himself.

Meanwhile, Y/n went to check on Fukichi. "Sir, are you alright?" They asked, entering his office. "Yes Y/n I'm quite alright. Though I do have a headache." Y/n sighed as they handed him a glass of water, Fukichi gladly took it from them and chugged it down. "You should really stop with the drinking contest. It's not good to drink alcohol almost every days" Fukichi has an addiction to drinking challenges. Hell, he's even a god damn alcoholic. The old man doesn't take a break from drinking. He hardly drinks any water. "Nonsense! There is no harm in drinking. you're just being dramatic." Fukichi said, putting the empty cup down on his desk.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! MY HAIR IS RUUIIIIIIINNEEEDD!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" "Wtf is that?..."

"Teruko must've got into another fight. Either her hair was cut horribly, or it got burnt. Who knows." Suddenly, the door was slammed open. "I NEED SOMEONE TO FIX MY HAIR! YOU THERE! COME HELP ME FIX MY HAIR!" Teruko demanded. The bitch was a fucking savage. Almost half of her hair was burned off. "Ok, ok! Sheesh!" Y/n grabbed her by the hand and dragged her out of the room, taking her to the bathroom. Whenever Teruko had trouble with something, she always gets help from Y/n.

A while later, they walked out of the bathroom. The little girls hair was fixed. Was a little shorter than it was, but it was hardly noticeable. "Thank you Y/n chan!" "Your welcome. Let's go see what Tachihara is up to. He should be back from his mission." "Alright!!"

Tachihara came back from his mission, he parked his motorcycle and took off his helmet. "Welcome back kiddo." "Tachiharaaaa!!" The poor man was tackled to the ground rather aggressively by the little girl. He was also squeezed into a death hug. "I missed you so much!! You've been gone forever!!" "T-Teruko....can't....breathe!"

Y/n giggled at the scene. They felt like a parent. Despite Teruko being 32, she acts childish. "I'm telling you! The cream is better!" "No, I think the cookie is better." "Your disgusting Tecchou!!" The other two boys make their way to the others as they argue about food. "What's all the fuss about??" Y/n asked. Jouno huffed and asked, "Which part of the oreo do you think is better? Cream or cookie?" "Uhhhh"

"Jouno, don't include them..." "Shut up!! The cookie is not better than the cream! It doesn't even taste that good." "But it does though, it's what makes the oreo good."

"That's it. Teruko, Tecchou said that your an ugly fat little princess. And that your the worst hunting dog." Teruko immediately stopped breathing and squeezing the life out of Tachihara. She slowly turned around to face the 3 people. "He what?..." "yeah, he said all that. He even said that you should go play with your dolls and stuff."

Teruko was pissed. She didn't take it too kindly. "That does it. Jouno!!" Jouno picked up the little girl like she didn't weigh a pound.

"Jouno dont you dare." "Oh shit-" Jouno raised her up high and screamed out loud. "Teruko go get him!" "Jouno wait! She's not a God damn Pokémon!" Tecchou turned heals and started running for his life, though he was struggling because of his broken foot and crutches. "Kill that bitch!"

-YEET-

He threw her at Tecchou. "TERUKO NO-"

To be continued ->

[radiorenjun]

Lavender Antics

→ Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

→ Summary: Shooting in a drama with him was your absolute nightmare. Working with your enemy and pretending that you were love interests has been the most frustrating experience of your life. Though, after saying your farewells, the scent of lavender never leaves.

→ Warnings: Explicit Language. Antics. Mentions of insecurity. Alcohol, Making out. Suggestive?

→ Chapters: 4, 5, 6

As Jeongin continued to play with Jisung's switch, Jisung stared at the ceiling with his hands behind his head as he layed down on the bed next to his best friend. Jeongin noticed how disturbingly quiet Jisung had gotten since he called him out at the bus stop.

Jeongin tried his best to get a reaction out of Jisung without him being too obvious to see if he was just spacing out because of a horror scene he probably came across on YouTube or if something had really upset his friend to get him sighing exasperatedly every 13 seconds.

Jeongin gave out loud reactions as he played his game, chewing his snacks as loudly as possible and fidgeting around the king-sized bed next to the spaced out boy, but nothing exept an exasperated sigh was released from the squirrel-looking boy.

Jeongin gave out a dramatic exhausted sigh, putting down the switch on the table and sitting up on the bed with a snack on his lap. "Alright, hyung. What's wrong? This is literally killing me." Jeongin asked, with a perplexed expression.

"What? Seeing me all sad boy?" Jisung mumbled, not tearing his gaze away from the ceiling. "No, you're literally killing me in this game because of your loud ass earthshaking sighs." Jeongin stated simply, laying his chin against his palm cheekily.

Jisung's brows furrowed as he turned his head to look at his friend smiling innocently. He rolled his eyes and continued to stare at the ceiling, getting lost in his thoughts once again. "Alright, all jokes aside. What's actually wrong, hyung? You haven't been this quiet since Minho and Felix got eliminated in the survival show." Jeongin asked.

"Promise not to be a childish dick about what I'm bout to spill?" Jisung muttered, avoiding his friend's eyes. "Unless you did a really hilarious stunt that caused you to slip and fall, no promises." Jeongin joked, earning a small hit from his friend.

"I'm serious, dude!" Jisung exclaimed, sitting up on his bed. "Okay, okay! What's up?" Jeongin raised his hands up defensively with a shocked expression. "I.. I made y/n upset." Jisung spoke hesitantly.

Jeongin's brows furrowed as his lips formed into a small frown. "And your point is?" he asked, confused at what's the problem. "What do you mean 'my point is'?! I made her upset!" Jisung exclaimed, giving Jeongin a nudge.

"Come on, hyung. I know you're a dumbass but surely your ass isn't dumb enough to not realize that you make her upset basically on a daily basis." Jeongin shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which, it was at that exact moment.

"No, you prick. I made her cry!" Jisung exclaimed, falling back into his pillows and burying his face into the soft fabric. Now, this got Jeongin's full attention.

"What? How? Did you make her smell your feet or something?" he asked, earning an annoyed look from Jisung. "Okay, okay! I'm sorry. But what happened?" he exclaimed, taking a pillow as a shield as he saw Jisung ready to go out on him.

"Well," Jisung sat up again, pulling his hood on and pulling on the strings as he plays with them in between his fingers. "She was being rather quiet and I got bored, I tried to get a reaction out of her like always but she kept quiet. So I pestered her the whole day until she finally snapped."

"And when she snapped, I just kept on going and going but then she screamed at me in the middle of the streets and she was crying. Then she just stomped away to walk to the hotel herself." Jisung shrugged sadly, guilt filling his stomach as he recalled your teary eyes.

"Dude. That's fucked up. Didn't you know the poor girl's grandma passed away?" Jeongin tsked in disappointment, folding his arms and shaking his head. His actions reminded Jisung of Bang Chan in this sort of situation. Man, he misses that guy.

"What? Her fucking grandma died?!" Jisung exclaimed in shocked, guilt filling him up even more. "Dude, no one told me!" Jisung ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Didn't you hear Yeoreum telling us, more specifically you, to leave her along to grief this morning at the makeup room?" Jeongin scolded.

"I couldn't hear shit! I had airpods on!" Jisung groaned. "So that's why she was so damn sad the whole day! Fuck, I should've just left her alone before she snapped." Jisung whined, collapsing to his pillows once again. He felt like shit. He was the type to joke around but he didn't mean to make people cry when doing so.

"You fucked up bad, buddy." Jeongin patted his hyung's back, grabbing the switch as he leaned against the headboard to leave his friend wallow in the pit of guilt of his own actions. Jeongin's eyes darted from his switch to his friend who was dramatically sulking into his pillows.

"I fucking said, 'you're acting as if somebody fucking died'. I'm a jackass, fuck." Jisung's voice was muffled by the thick fabric but audible enough for his maknae to hear him. Jeongin let out a groan, "my fucking God."

He scratched his head, "if your dramatic ass really feel that guilty, you could just be a normal person, which I doubt you are, and you know. Apologize." Jeongin suggested in a tone that stated the obvious.

Jisung's head shot up in excitement, his eyes wide. "Right! Apologizing existed! Dude, you're a genius!" Jisung grabbed Jeongin's shoulders and shook him vigorously. Jeongin gave him a double chin disgusted frown, pushing his friend's hands off of him.

"It's called thinking. You should try it sometime." he replied shortly. "Wait, but how am I suppose to do that?" Jisung asked with a pout. "I don't know man. That's your problem. Seriously, I came here to hang out and use your switch as if it were my own. Not act like Channie-hyung and become a dad, ew gross." Jeongin shivered in disgust at the thought.

"Don't you have your own switch, though?" Jisung's brows furrowed in confusion. "Well yeah, but you have more games." Jeongin shrugged with a grin. "Bruh, if you want my games so much just borrow some." Jisung shoved Jeongin who gave a small laugh.

"Really? Okay, then. Adios, my dude." Jeongin grabbed Jisung's switch and quickly exited his room before his friend could chase after him. "I didn't mean you could take my switch! JEONGIN. HEY-" Jisung shouted before he heard the door click shut.

Jisung bit his lip as he stood in front of your hotel room door with a bag of your favourite drink in hand and some onigiri and mochis in the other bag. Without wasting another second, he knocked on your door and patiently waited for you to open the door.

His foot tapping against the carpet floor as he heard small footsteps from the other side of the door. The door clicked open, revealing you in your pajamas looking all sleepy. You looked at him with a blank unamused expression, gazing at him from his small smile to the sole of his sneakers tapping impatiently on the carpet floor.

You closed the door as if he was just a person walking by, but he stuck his foot in to hault the door from closing. "Y/N-" Jisung started before he let out a small noise as he felt you push harder against the door. "Fuck off." you mumbled in a hoarse exhausted voice.

"Y/N, hear me out." Jisung tried to reason as he pushed the door back with his foot as hard as he can as you both fought against the door. "No, you and your donkey personality can just fuck off!" you exclaimed, putting your back into closing that damn door.

"I brought you your favorite drink, mochis and onigiris! What more do you want in order for you to hear me out for just two seconds?" Jisung exclaimed, feeling you hault your movements at the mention of your favorite foods.

"You what?" your head poked out of the doorway as you eyed him suspiciously, realizing that he was carrying a bag of your favourite foods in his hands. "Why?" you asked with a raise of your brow.

Jisung opened his mouth to say something but closed his mouth when he realised that he doesn't know what to say now that he finally grew some balls to apologize after sulking for thirty minutes in his room. 'Fuck,' he thought, 'I didn't fully think this through.'

"Well?" you raised your brow, gesturing him to continue with his words. "I... I heard bout your grandma and I just wanna say I'm sorry for being an inconsiderate asshole and I want to say my deepest condolences to you. Please accept these foods as a token of my apology so we can go back to being friends again." Jisung blabbered, avoiding eye contact as he shyly spoke, his ears turning red involuntarily.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise as he stretched out his hand to give you the bags. "You're here for that? And you consider me as your friend!?" you exclaimed, dumbfounded at the boy's actions infront of you.

Jisung's brows furrowed as he looked up at you with an offended look, "of course I consider you as a friend! You don't consider me as one?" he pouted, his hands going down as his expression saddened.

"Well, with your fucking attitude towards me I thought you had some sort of grudge against me as if my ancestor killed yours or something." you shrugged. "The ancestors thing might be a possibility. But you're funny when you get riled up. I never hated you, y/n. I felt like shit when I saw you cr-" he whined.

"Don't even say that word, I was being sentimental and emotional." you cut him off and cringed the embarrassing memory of crying dramatically in public. "Okay, sheesh. What Im saying is, I'm sorry for going too far with my antics and I want you to have this." he handed you the bags with a small smile.

You bit your lip as you accepted the bags in your hand and gave him a smile. "You're alright, Jisung." you nodded. "Does that mean you forgive me?" Jisung grinned, stepping closer to you as he practically towered over you.

"Dude, I forgave you three seconds ago. Go to sleep its like 11 PM, we have to shoot scenes first thing in the morning tomorrow." you chuckled, putting down the bags on the floor and gently pushed him, eliciting a laugh from him.

"Alright. Alright. Good night," Jisung giggled as he walked towards his door. "Goodnight to you too, Han. Thanks for the food by the way." you smiled, leaning so you could see him standing infront of his doorway, giving him a small wave before getting inside and closing your door.

You picked up the bags and lay them on your nightstand, checking to see what that ridiculous boy had bought you. Something inside caught your eye as you reached a hand down the bag and pulled out the object in sight.

You bit your lip, smiling as you saw a bouquet of lavender wrapped together with a small silk, some small carnations adding some colour to the bouquet. That boy really is something.

Jisung leaned back to see you pick up the bag he brought you before closing your hotel door. He sighed to himself, biting back a smile as he thought bout your reaction to his small gift inside.

He noticed how you kept looking in awe at the lavenders nearby, longing to pick one of them so he went down to the nearest bouquet shop and bought the most eye-catching lavender bouquet they had.

He chuckled to himself, wishing he could see your reaction when you see his gift as he fidget his hands around his pockets to pull out his key card to his room. He soon frowned when he doesn't feel his card anywhere in his pockets.

He pulled out his wallet to check if his card was there. Unfortunately, it wasn't there. He locked himself out. 'Fuck my life.' he thought before jogging down the hall to Jeongin's room where he knocked nervously.

Jeongin opened the door with his bed hair looking like an untamed mane as he squinted sleepily at his friend. "Hey Jeongin-" Jisung greeted nervously before Jeongin shut the door to his face.

"Asshole!" Jisung exclaimed in a soft voice but loud enough for the younger boy to hear him from the other side of the door. Jisung clicked his tongue as he pulled out his phone and dialed the only person he knew who could help him.

"Manager-nim! My favorite hyung! How are you?" he laughed as he walked towards his manager's room nervously. "You're gonna be laughing your eyes out when you hear me out. So. I got a little problem..."

I was so motivated to write with all the comments that wanted me to make more of Lavender Antics like Bruh I didnt think this would be so popular💞💞😳😭