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lucystark12 · 3 months ago

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milevens are insane

warning now - i get extremely heated in this so if you're going to tell me to calm down leave. before any of you weird bitches tell me to go do something more productive or to touch grass- no. i'm fifteen, it's summer, and i'm a highly involved high school student. i'm not here because i have nothing better to do, i'm here because i understand good writing and am able to have hobbies ❤️

anyways

was on the mileven endgame hashtag just now and because i don't choose violence i wont be addressing any of them directly, but i will be addressing some of the ridiculous bullshit on there. term bullshit used intentionally

the love confession came as a result of mike "gaining the confidence" to tell el how much he loves her because he was afraid that he loved her more than she loved him.

are you listening to the words that are coming out of your mouth right now? i want to sit down and get a coffee with you and dissect what the fuck you meant by that. sure, right, yeah, he gained so much PRODUCTIVE confidence from his conversation he had with will where will was using eleven to mask his own feelings for mike. it makes so much sense narratively that this end all be all mileven event is sparked from will's feelings and not mikes! sure! right! this is such an idiotic piece of reasoning. you are literally saying that you are okay with your endgame ship only being endgame based on faulty communication and lies. are you joking? "you just gotta improve your motivation" ass piece of evidence

also, mike being insecure about loving her more than she loves him is complete, total, utter bullshit. el frequently expresses her love to mike via letters and youre here to say that mike would have any problem with doing the same thing if he were insecure about her love for him? that literally makes no sense. i wouldn't be afraid of loving somebody more than they love me if they are actively putting more effort into insuring me that they love me than i am to them. like, what does that even mean?

“Will Byers is a pathetic loser annoying character and contributed little to the plot of ST. "

yes that is a direct quote. no i'm not kidding.

what kind of fucking neanderthal watches stranger fucking things- a show about a kid who disappears- and thinks the kid who disappears isn't a central part of the narrative? the first episode of the goddamn show is called "the vanishing of will byers"! maybe this is hard for you and your confused brain to get your head around, but el and mike met when mike was out looking FOR WILL. mike and el are still together because mike gained courage from WILL'S LOVE FOR HIM. what a fucking idiot you must be. i would try to explain to you the myriad of other reasons why will is absolutely central to the plot of the show, but since the show itself has clearly gone in one ear and out the other, i probably wont be able to get through to you either.

“what if we learned to cope with world that doesn’t accept us as individuals by embracing each other completely?” said about mileven

um.. what. that's literally byler. closeted gay guys in the 80s. but sure, the ones that aren't being accepted are the two white and allegedly heterosexual individuals. the "world that doesn't accept us" in question is a few high school bullies in comparison with the stigmatization, violence, and ostracization that has longstanding been a part of what it means to be queer. be so serious right now. mileven is not important for being non conformist, the GAY SHIP IN THE 80S IS!!

“The only people who queerbaited, was byler fans themselves lmao.”

even if we're ignoring the horrible grammar there are still SO many things wrong with everything that was just said. what they're saying above for anybody who can't decipher the weird medieval english code this person is using is that bylers actively queerbaited themselves which inherently makes no sense at all.

below i have included the oxford dictionary definition of queerbaiting: "the incorporation of apparently gay characters or same-sex relationships into a film, television show, etc. as a means of appealing to gay and bisexual audiences while maintaining ambiguity about the characters' sexuality."

how is it possible that byler shippers themselves are the ones doing the queerbaiting? are we running the show? nope! before you come on and post something as offensive as this- which i will get into- at least make sure you know what you're saying. xoxo

to insinuate for even a second that mike wheeler not being gay would be anything other than deliberate queerbaiting is insane. there is something wrong with you. aside from the parts of the show where his queerness is deliberately alluded to like music, costuming, analogies, allegories, and set design, netflix has been, weather you like it or not, actively marketing in favor of byler and mike not being straight. all below come from official netflix accounts-

how is this not queerbaiting? genuinely what are you on about. this is literally textbook.

“will is fruity but mike didn't like the fruit on his pizza”

you seriously are basing your argument about mike not being gay on him not liking fruit on pizza? you seriously think that some of the most commended and celebrated writers of the last decade would use symbolism involving a word that can literally be interpreted as a slur when their show has two characters who are canonically a part of the group affected said slur? are you fucking stupid? that was harmless banter used to communicate the differences in habitual action across the country. it wasn't the duffers trying to do for you what they do for us in deliberate, straightforward NON-OFFENSIVE symbolism.

i saw somebody claim that mike's character arc in season four was inherently about not believing in his self worth nor in his competency to be in a relationship with el

while i do for the most part agree with you, i'm going to ask you a question- mike was never anxious about his identity and self worth involving el before season four. why do you think that just came up now if not for the fact that he's been having insecurities involving his sexuality and romantic attraction to women as a whole? in my opinion, mike realized that he might not like girls in that way circa the end of season three- a realization that only festered and grew through the absence of not only the boy he loves that is causing this insecurity but the girl whom he is using as a way to say hey, i can't be gay, i have a girlfriend! mike was clearly going through some serious emotional struggles as we can immediately see in this scene with how suddenly awkward he is with will and the immediate emphasis that's put on the "from mike" on the flowers.

i agree that his season four and part of his season five arc are about his feelings of insecurity about being in a relationship with el, however, i don't think he's insecure because he thinks she's better than him in the sense that she's some superhero, i think he thinks she's better than him because he knows that he'll never be able to love her the way she deserves to be loved. he's not going to outright come and say to will that he doesn't think that he can love her in the way she deserves to be loved. he's closeted. what he says in the van scene is the only way he knows to express his feelings. it's very similar to what will does in the same scene. it makes no sense for this insecurity to randomly manifest in him if it wasn't for an external factor that doesn't involve el, because nothing has really changed with the dynamic of their relationship other than the move. one could argue that mike is feeling insecure over el's supposed popularity she claims to have in her letters, but mike's arc has never been about caring about popularity in school. that's not something on his mind so much as the grand scheme of the world is. lets not forget that he joins hellfire in season four.

“When Mike didn’t say “I love you”, By*ers twisted it to their narrative. When Mike did say “I love you”, By*ers twisted it to their narrative.”

you literally sound like trump going on about the democrats. listen to what your saying right now. also, it's a ship name. there's no need to censor it you fucking weirdo.

wasted time building up mileven

i'm sorry, what build up? i'm confused. there's no "build up". THIS is build up:

above is will, possessed by a monster who feeds off of those lacking love in their lives, only being able to be broken out of possession by a heartfelt monologue by the PERSON HE LOVES detailing how the best decision he ever made was to befriend him.

above is will claiming he will never fall in love, then his love for one of the other main characters becomes a central plot point of the two seasons to come. joyce and i see through will and all of you weird milevens

mike telling will how it's not his fault will doesn't like girls only after he loses the person he's been using to cover up his own insecurity about the same thing- not liking girls. suspicious.

will's LOVE FOR MIKE being the thing to give him the confidence to help el SAVE THE WORLD, only episodes after we establish that mike is bound to be pissed that he was lied to. and theres no buildup? THERE'S REALLY NO BUILDUP?

if you don't see buildup i fear you are literally just a lost cause because it is so painfully obvious to anybody who made it past seventh grade english class that there is something deeper and more intimate than friendship going on between will byers and mike wheeler.

“Women can be independent while being in a relationship guys😭!!”

OBVIOUSLY! i am literally the biggest feminist on the entire western seaboard. i couldn't agree more with this, which is why we have arcs like nancy's where she actively becomes more independent while still maintaining a relationship with jonathan. the difference is that mike and el have been together since they were like thirteen. when el was immersed into the real world for the first time in season two she immediately leaned on mike for support in that. it's not that she can only be independent on her own, it's that mike is directly symbolic to her of a time when she was stumbling around the world with naivete and not quite knowing how to navigate that. by spreading her wings away from that relationship, it will not only give her independence, but also a way to see beyond the barriers of hawkins and a life where she was valued mostly for the qualities she brings to the supernatural equation. el's arc is one of my favorites. i would never claim such a thing and discredit the essence of what makes the emotions behind her character so interesting. she's somebody who was literally raised in a lab. she shouldn't be held back by somebody she is quite literally dependent on.

last but not least, i saw a post that said milevens always win.

"are you sure about that?" i ask, noah schnapp's most recent instagram post open on my phone, finn wolfhard's spotify playlist in my headphones, my mike holding will's painting funko on the desk in front of me, wearing a yellow shirt with a blue sweater over it.

thank u for listening to my ted talk 💙💛

#stranger things #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #byler nation #byler is endgame #stranger things 4 #byler brainrot #stranger things 5 #anti mileven #milkvan is bones #i hate mileven #el hopper

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cryinhell · 1 year ago

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so no one asked for this, but here's a post about my favorite Hazbin Hotel ships ( romantic and platonic) and what I hope they explore with them in the show.

1) Huskerdust/Angelhusk/Casino Hearts (Romantic)

Obviously, I got to start with my favorite romantic pairing in the fandom. Angel and Husk are my favorite characters in the HelluvaVerse, and both mean a lot to me. They are both old men born around the same time with a lot in common, and I know they would be close buds. From everything we have gotten in canon( fake instagrams which are not canon but in character, the fun hunicast streams, viv admitting to shipping them and allowing huskerdust into the merch, the fact that Husk was made to be Angel's bestie, and a lot of unnecessary information I know lmao, I do not doubt these two will be canon. I can't wait to see their friendship grow and all the trials and tribulations they will go through to become better for themselves and each other. And hopefully, the fun shenanigans that they do because I love me some shenanigans.

2) RadioHusk (Platonic)

Okay, so Husk's relationships with everyone interests me, but this one is probably the most after AngelHusk. It's clear these two have a past and that Alastor is comfortable enough with Husk to be incredibly annoying around him. Alastor is Husk's boss and most likely owns his soul, but there's also a strange bond between them I really want explored. I think Al loves Husk in a platonic and weird way because he's most likely his best friend, but Alastor may not be able to always express this normally. Husk is a good guy and a bit complacent, so he just deals with this shitheads nonsense and doesn't seem to fear him. Maybe there's some fucked up things between them and maybe their friendships has cons and pros. I'm not entirely sure, but I can't wait to find out

3) Angel and Vaggie (Platonic)

Okay, most of these are platonic ships, but whatever friendships are important. I love these two judgemental assholes and the way they judge people together. It truly is gay and lesbian solidarity, heh. They are gonna be the best of frienemies, and I can't wait for their relationship to be explored.

4) Voxval (Romantic)

Okay, I hate these bastards with a burning passion, but that doesn't mean their relationship does not interest me. Vox, Val, and Velvette are going to be the main villains of Hazbin Hotel, and without knowing too much about them, I'm excited. I want to know how Val and Vox are going to be as a couple. Since the instagram accounts are not canon, it is hard to tell if Val will be abusive or not. This is a possibility since the accounts seemed to be in character, but I want a different approach. I think it would be interesting for these two to genuinely love and respect each other and no one else. To see themselves as the true rightful kings of Hell and work together to destroy and belittle whoever they deem below them. It's an interesting dynamic that I prefer more than just "Val is abusive to poor baby Vox" cause Vox is also evil, and I want him to do evil shit.

5) Chaggie (Romantic)

There's not much to say about these two. I just think they are cute, and I want to see more of them.

6) The Hazbin Gang (Platonic)

And lastly, I can't wait to see how all of these fuckers get along and interact. As a group, I'm sure they will be very entertaining and I will enjoy every minute of it. Also, I am including Pentious because I know he's part of the main cast now, and I love that. Can't wait for these idiots to try and make this hotel work and hopefully grow together in the process.

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parad-ice-lostandfound · 11 months ago

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Prompt: "No, I'm not buying you that."

Pairing: Divus Crewel and GN!Reader/Prefect/Yuu (familial)

Genre: Fluff

TW: None

AN: I want Crewel to terrorise Crowley into giving Yuu everything they need and want, so this is my contribution to the agenda lmao. I had so much fun writing this, and I hope you enjoy it just as much! ^^

"What's next on our list, pup?"

Divus Crewel's voice was crisp and clear as he spoke to you. The two of you had been out shopping, now that the winter holidays had started. Even though Night Raven College was officially out for the holidays, Crewel would often visit the college to check up on the various plants in the greenhouse (and on you).

"Sweaters," you hummed, following him around with bags containing everything you had bought so far. Crewel had a soft spot for you, and it showed with how adamant he was about you and Grim celebrating the holidays properly.

He had told you that it was a unanimous decision of the entire staff of Night Raven College to have any and all expenses incurred by you during the winter break to be taken up by the institution (read: Crowley) as thanks for all that you did, from being Crowley's unofficial assistant, to the numerous overblots you fought and by extension, the students you saved.

You went along with it, because hey, who would look a gift horse in the mouth? Especially when the horse was delivered by a surprisingly triumphant-looking Divus Crewel.

The professor walked slightly ahead of you, your next destination already in his mind. You lagged behind, eyes wandering here and there as you took in the sights of the town decorated for the winter.

Wandering eyes soon fell on a pair of sweaters displayed on the windows of one of the stores. The sweater was red, with the most tacky green tinsel wrapped around it in a manner that reminded you of Christmas trees. Small LED lights peeped out from between the plastic strands of tinsel, their light reflected on the baubles that decorated the sweater. The one next to it was an identical, but smaller version of it that seemed like it would fit a child. Twisted Wonderland had its own ugly sweater tradition, it seemed.

"Pup?" Professor Crewel placed his hand on your shoulder, breaking your staring contest with the golden baubles on the sweater. His gaze followed yours, and he raised an eyebrow at seeing what you had been so intrigued by.

"Can we get that?" You asked him, peering at him with the sweetest puppy dog eyes you could muster. Some things were just so ugly that they were cute, and this pair of sweaters was most certainly that. You wanted, no, needed to see Grim in the smaller version.

"No, I am not buying you that," Crewel hummed, eyebrows drawn into a frown as he looked from your pleading expression to the sweater on display.

"Why not?"

"(Name), I could make you a sweater much better than that."

"I know, but that's not what I want. I want those sweaters, please?" you blinked, and Crewel narrowed his eyes at you.

After a few moments of you defiantly tugging on his coat, he relented. He gave you a look which clearly showed his reluctance, but finally nodded his head in the direction of the door to the shop, permission silently given. You beamed at him before skipping into the shop, while all Crewel could do was shake his head as he followed you.

Oh well, Crowley was the one paying for it anyways.

Back to Masterlist...

#ice writes #twisted wonderland #twst #twst divus #twst divus crewel #twst crewel #twst crewel and gn!reader #gn!reader #gn!yuu #familial #merry twstmas event #400 follower event

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herecirmsims · 12 days ago

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Questions For Storytellers

I have (I think) finally caught up on my list of poses to make, so I wanted to do something a little fun (for me, not for anyone else LMAO) and entirely self-indulgent. I read stories and tell my own over on Instagram, but of course it's harder to post long-form text like this over there.

Special thanks to @freezerbnuuy as I'm copying their post. ❤️

What’s the last screenshot you’ve taken for your story?

This is from the middle of my last post, but it's the last screenshot I took because I went back and added this scene in after finally caving and making my own stupid poses for it hahah.

2. Describe your story in three words or less: Needlessly long tbh

3. Describe (insert character here) in three words or less: Uhhh I'll pick Saxen since he's my MC... wet cat energy (which I think is something @nefaricussims said actually??). Or "90s cocaine chic" as @southernsimmin so beautifully described him. 🤣

4. How did you choose the name of your story? It's called The Cottage because it's... based in and around a cottage. 🥲 I have a very imaginative mind!! 🤣 But also, the cottage plays an important role throughout the whole story and especially in the upcoming finale.

5. How do you choose your characters’ names? My Sim story is based on a novel I never had the confidence to finish - in that version, Sax is an ælf based on Anglo-Saxon belief. I made him a vampire in Sims because that was the only pack I owned at the time, besides base game, and for gameplay purposes I thought vamp put him close to how I imagined him. I now realise I could have easily used CC and my own damn imagination to make him an ælf but I didn't know much about CC at the time, either. 🤣 Because of this, the original story leant into fae lore and the stuff about never revealing your true name. Saxen isn't his real name anyway, but for an added layer it also isn't spelt how you might imagine if you heard it spoken. The same for Thom and Jac who are also characters who came over from the 'original'.

6. How long have you been working on your story for? A little over three years! I have learned soooo much in that time.

7. Whats the biggest risk you’ve taken with your story? Did it pay off? I dunno that I've taken any risks, other than putting it out there in the first place.

8. What about your story are you proud of? I think the fact it exists at all. I've been writing stories since I was a kid, but at some point I lost confidence in myself and have never finished anything/wanted to share it with people because I end up overthinking and deleting it. So I am proud of myself for having maintained a continuous story for three years, and for having other people read it. I think because there was no pressure with a Sims story - with a novel I kept thinking, this has to be perfect and polished so that I can publish it someday. With a Sims story, I'm free to just write the silly tropes I enjoy and allow myself to suck and learn and get better at it.

9. What about your story are you looking to improve on? I read a fantastic article about ma - including pauses in your visual storytelling, space for the characters to sit and breath and reflect. It's ma that makes Ghibli movies so wonderfully distinctive. Being able to make my own poses means that I can show a character's expression or body language in response to a situation, without the need for overlaying text. I'm trying really hard to move away from the "talking heads" style that reads more like a script, and letting the visuals tell the story for me instead. I'm not very good at it because I enjoy my blah blah, but it's fun to try!!

10. Is your story fully planned or are you still working things out? Is there a definitive end? I'm approaching the end of it now, which has been planned for the last three years, so yes - I know pretty much everything that's going to happen. Sometimes the characters still throw a little surprise for me though.

11. Why have you decided to tell this story? Are there any messages or meanings within it? When I got the Sims almost 4 years ago, I had absolutely no idea that there was a) a whole community around it or b) that people used it for storytelling. I'd already made Sax, Thom, and Jac in the game, because I'd wanted to see them come to life during gameplay. Then I discovered poses and started sharing random staged screenshots on Instagram, and became friends with the exceptionally talented TheSimmerKay (now making machinimas!) who showed interest in my silly little characters and suggested that I try telling a story too. I owe her a lot!! As for messages and meaning... I'm very interested in what makes people do the things they do, and how the hero of a story often depends on whose POV we're hearing the story from. There's a fine line between hero and villain sometimes, and a hero acting out of love can cross from protectiveness into control.

12. Do you actually play the game or do you just use it as a storytelling medium? Yep - I have a designated story save, which is the one I take all my screenshots in and which never has gameplay. Then I have a Happy Ever After save for Sax and Fen and another save for for my Globetrotter Challenge Sim, both of which are gameplay only. I think it's important to have that outlet; I can work on my story, make poses, or just play the game, depending on what I fancy.

13. From basic planning to a finished post, how long does that take you? 2-3 evenings. I tend to get everything laid out and text added, then let it sit for a day because I inevitably think of a way to do something better if I give it chance to breath. 🤣

14. Do you have any regrets about your story so far? If you could go back in time, how would you fix these? Not regrets, really, but there are some threads that I put in - fully intending to complete them later in the story - but never did, due to them just not fitting with the story or wanting to try and bring things to an end sooner. But similarly, there are times when I was going to put in a little hint or foreshadowing in and didn't, and then later in my story have wished I had! The tricky part of serialised storytelling is you have to just live with what you have (or don't have), you can't go back and remove or add scenes like you would with a drafted novel.

15. What have been the highlights of creating your story? I've met so many incredible people due to it, oh my goodness. Truly extraordinary Simmers who've shared their time and knowledge with me. We have a little mutual reading group on Insta where we all read and geek out over each other's stories and it's just wonderful. I was honestly shocked when i went to other platforms and realised how much drama there can be in the Sims community. 🤣

16. What about the process do you enjoy? Not that I don't enjoy the process... but I mostly love it when it's finished and I can share it, hahaha.

17. What about the process do you hate? I don't hate any of it... it's a hobby and I do it because I enjoy it. That being said, it does fuck me off when I have multiple Sims in a scene, everyone is in place and has poses queued, and then MCCC Dresser FREEZES MY GAME NOOOOOOOO WHY

18. Choose a song that reminds you of your story:

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This is the unofficial theme... specifically this version in Old English, which is Saxen's first language. "It's our destiny then to find love again / Where we failed once before now we'll win"

19. Choose a song that reminds you of (insert character here):

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Another one for Sax I guess because he's special. 😌🤣 "But you, a cinder of the fire that's yet to come / Will you just sit and mourn this fragile thing that you've become / Or instead will you consume the very things you can't outrun / Until you finally see all of the strength that you draw from?"

20. Choose your favourite shot from your story so far: Hmmm I think this one, which was me being lazy and reusing a screenshot from an older scene during a flashback-style narration. 🤣 I was trying to achieve something else with the editing but did this by accident and liked it.

21. Choose your least favourite shot so far: Too many to pick from LMAO

22. Choose a favourite character from your story so far: Sax, obviously, he's my lil chew toy/punching bag. But then there's also Idris, for whom I only wish the best. She's going through some trouble right now and I don't enjoy it. It's much more fun to bully Sax.

23. Choose your least favourite character so far: I don't have one! Although Vlad makes me deeply uncomfortable tbh. I find him to be a really creepy villain, and unlike any of my other villains, he's not in any way misrepresented or redeemable. I'm using a makeover version of him by WistfulCastle (I would link, but I don't think he's available anymore?)!

24. Are there any characters who remind you of yourself? No... well. Whenever baby El randomly info-dumps on a niche subject, that's mostly me taking advantage of a captive audience to tell them about karkadanns or medieval torture items or dead bodies on Everest. 🥲

25. What inspirations have you drawn on for your story? I honestly don't know - I can't name anything that I've consciously drawn on, though I know for sure I must have. Funnily enough people have told me things like "oh that's like in Vampire Diaries" or "that's like that part in the Harry Potter films" and I haven't watched either of those, so I think what's happening is we're all drawing from the same well of folklore and mythology and trope. There is occasional story drama about being copied and the thing is... unpopular opinion alert... many of us aren't as unique as we think we are. 😅 What we are unique at is taking a trope and telling it in our own distinctive way. No one else can tell your story quite like you can.

26. Have other sim stories inspired you? I have soooo many talented friends who inspire me to do better when it comes to visuals and storytelling!! @callmedomino is the queen of silent storytelling and a huge inspiration on my journey to discover ma. I really love how well she can tell a story with no words.

27. What genres would you describe your story as? I call it rural fantasy lmao

28. If you could reproduce your story in another medium (movie, novel, comic, etc.) what would you choose and why? I mean obviously I'd say movie because HOW COOL would that be?! Especially an animated one!

29. What would your story’s rating be? (G, PG, M etc.) Ummm probably M because there is the occasional spicy scene. Sometimes three a year LMAO.

30. If you were leaving simblr Simsta and had to choose another creator to continue the story for you, who would you ask? Well tbh I've given Sax and Fen to several good friends already; some of them have them in ongoing cameos in their own stories. I wouldn't ask anyone to continue mine, but I like to think that Sax and Fen could live on in my friend's stories and games if anything were to ever happen to me.

31. Drop some random trivia about your story: When I started I only meant to do short, random vignettes about daily life at the cottage. Somehow it snowballed into a three year epic. 🤣

32. Give a light spoiler: "This is who I am. If I was any other way, I would not be myself."

#my dumb story #my sims

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soraviie · 1 year ago

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coming home tired.txt

━ type: bts x gn! reader ━ navigation

━ about: fluff! (maybe some angst you all know how it is)

━ pictures taken from Pinterest

━ lmao I don't like this. Anyway, Ice Age 1 and 2 absolutely peak entertainment

NAMJOON | The second the slippers are on your feet, you trudge to the bed and toss yourself face first into the mattress. With a bit of luck, you could suffocate yourself like this. A low whistle rises from up behind you and squinting with one eye open, you spot a sympathetic looking Namjoon standing in the doorway.

“That bad, huh?” he drawls and you groan at the mere mention of it.

“Don’t even remind me,” you plop your face back into a pillow where your voice can only barely be heard as a muffled whisper. “I’m seriously thinking of quitting.”

“You say that all the time,” he rolls his eyes to which you take some offence. With narrowed stare, you glare back at him, cringing at how palpable the sweat on your back is.

“You’re supposed to be my boyfriend-”

“Supposed to be,” Namjoon scoffs just as if not more offended. “I am your boyfriend.”

“And boyfriends are supposed to be comforting when their partners are feeling down,” you scorned. “Not be snide. I swear you treat me as bad as Monie. We should both leave.”

“I treat you both well!” the volume of Namjoon's voice suddenly rises and you cannot help but wince as it hits against the pounding baseline of an oncoming migraine. Immediately, he forces his voice to a much quieter tone, a sound no more than a vague whisper whilst an indisputable shade of concern appearing in his eyes.

“Is it that bad? Do you need to go on a sick leave?”

“No, no,” you wave him off, crawling off the bed with no meagre amount of difficulty. It wouldn’t exactly be the first time when “after a bit” has grown to be you drooling in deep sleep on the pillow, still fully dressed only to then wake up at 2 am incredibly hungry. “I’m just a bit tired, that's all.”

“You be careful, alright?”

Namjoon’s face still has a sort of worried film to it as though he’s caught between two possible options of how to make everything better and knowing him, he probably was.

“Do you want me to read to you?”

“You hate it.”

“But I like you so…”

You try not to, however, a small smile still stubbornly worms its place onto your lips and it’s soon echoed on Namjoon's own expression. He outstretches his hand and it isn't long before you grasp it.

“Come on,” he throws his head towards that god awful hellscape of a seat that you detest so much but had no heart to tell as Namjoon had grown fond of it. “Let’s get your mind off things.”

Though there is a wolf-like whistle as you change out of the work clothes for which he gets a shirt thrown into his face, largely the evening is spent in civil spirits.

“How about we eat before?”

Instantly, your blood curdles and from where you’re perched on the end of the grey sofa, you throw Namjoon a deeply, deeply anxious glance. He doesn’t miss it and after once again rolling his eyes because damned if Kim Namjoon wasn’t a passive aggressive bastard, he wraps a precarious hand over your shoulders and grumbles —

“I didn’t cook anything myself. Don’t worry.”

“Thank god,” you sigh and get pinched in the side.

Some would say it’s simple, almost boring but time with Namjoon, wanted or not, fair or unfair, was limited. Moments like these — with your back pressed against his side as you curl up onto the sofa, a leftover pizza laying in front was a luxury. He was rarely if ever at home and it seems that even he gathers as much as his lips seek out his beloved spot on the side of your temple and press a feathery kiss. Simple — yes but precious all the same and you couldn’t thank him enough for just being here.

“Now where were we…” you mutter to yourself, haphazardly sorting through the pile of books laid like a fallout rubble on every surface nearby. Taking advantage of the bared skin of your back, the tips of his fingers softly graze along your spine, mutely inviting you to return into his hold.

"Why do you check out so many books if you never read them?" he grumbles.

"Why would I read them if I can have you do that for me?"

"Tyrant."

"I know you are but what am I?"

The sheer volume of his exasperated sigh is almost enough to wipe your tired state clean off.

"Behave," Namjoon warns lowly, letting his head fall back on the headrest. "Otherwise, I'll just put you to bed."

You give him an angelic smile but comply, offering the book of choice only to frown when he is too eager to grasp it. There's even a twinkle to his eye.

“A cliche of story,” you grouse underneath your breath, mocking the same words Namjoon had said after forcefully reading or as he insisted “surviving” the first chapter. “My ass.”

Nonetheless, save for a few laughs, there is not much that you talk about. There’s no need to share a conversation, just the feeling of his warm skin is enough to sate the void his absence left behind. And with it, the stress slowly abates, unclenching its grip from you, sentence by sentence as Namjoon's voice cruises through the evening.

YOONGI | You don’t quite know how your jaw has not yet unhinged off your face, stretched to its absolute limits by the snake-like yawns but you’re thankful for it anyhow. Another one breaks out the second you’re over the threshold and that is what greets Yoongi instead of a smile or a single, coherent greeting.

“You’re home early,” you point out, withering out quickly. So much so for reading a book or watching a movie, or tackling any amount of apparently never-ending chores.

“Yeah,” he shrugs off, seemingly unconcerned but those slanted, all too observant eyes track the slope of your tired back — the way you collapse into yourself, unable to fully stand neither still nor straight — and with it his lips purse into a thin, displeased line.

“I’m fine Yoon, don’t worry about it,” you call out with a shake of the hand. You don’t think he buys it.

“I’m sure,” he replies simply, tone aggravatingly pleasant, not a hitch, not a crumble for you to catch onto his motives. “Let’s get you into something cozier.”

Peeling off the layers of those impersonal, pretentious clothes makes you cringe. The sweat that had been subtly building under the material is sticky and for a second you almost wish Yoongi would be at the studio like usual. Not much of a looker — sweaty and as appealing as worm splattered underneath the car’s wheel.

“Cute,” you hear a mutter behind you and turning around, you find Yoongi standing before you, chin in hands, almost appraising you the way an art critic would a rare painting.

“I’m not cute right now,” you grouse. Yoongi was never one to sugar coat things, so why begin now?

“You’ll always be cute.”

There is an audible offence in his tone and something in it makes you wanna tease him and almost begrudgingly you have to admit that yet again his master plans proved to be fruitful — the accumulated tension was slowly dissolving in the air around you.

“Even if I’m 90 and all my teeth are gone?”

“Well then I’ll be just as old and we can expire together.”

You shake your head with a barely suppressed smile and suddenly the home feels that much warmer. Not just four walls with a buzzing fridge, droning of the vapid TV and somewhat unsettling emptiness but an actual home.

“Always the romantic Yoon.”

“I drew you a bath,” he throws his head towards the closed bathroom doors. “Get in.”

There’s not a space left in that statement for you to argue and thinking about it, you didn’t want to. The water is in perfect temperature, betraying the amount of time you’ve been together and seeing the purple foam sitting atop of the scented waterline as candles laid around hobbled on the nearby surfaces, tears rush to your eyes.

Sometimes it was good to cry, be it out of joy, sadness or just as a way to release things and while for some it might seem bizarre to hear your cries in the bath, even somewhat disconcerting but Yoongi knew better and he knew when to simply give you space.

By the time you get out of the bath, pruned almost to the bone, your head feels hazy — emptier but soft at the edges. The second you see Yoongi setting up the table, you nuzzle into him, practically melting against his frame. For a second he freezes, out of the corner of the eye you glimpse how his features widen in a shock-stricken expression but once the moment inevitably passes, he plays it cool, pretending that there isn’t a pink blush nestling prettily on top of his cheekbones.

“My, my, you really are tired,” he calls out, gingerly prying your hands away, largely to sit you in the nearby chair. Yet another sign of the sheer exposure you've had with each other over the years — when you clung, you clung, more than once lazing atop of Yoongi as though he was your own personal body pillow. He put up with it like he did with most of you — possessing endless kindness and patience.

"Some soup, nothing fancy," he explains, sliding a spoon your way. "It'll fill you up but won't give indigestion."

"Thank you. You're the best."

He doesn't respond to the compliment with anything credible, just something whined softly through a pout. The dinner passes by in a blur as you try to listen to Yoongi's day. The guilt gnaws with sharpened teeth - at your own inability to focus on what he's saying -but the haze spindles its spidery web too tight around your body and quickly enough, you sink into the mattresses absolutely boneless.

"This just needs one thing," you hear Yoongi muttering overhead and after a beat during which you might as well have fallen into some form of micro sleep, he returns back, paddling quietly across the plush carpet carrying none other than an extremely sleepy and confused Min Holly. The poodle sniffs slightly, veering as he suddenly finds himself put on the bed but then simply decides to snuggle up the pillow next to you — an arrangement that often resulted in Yoongi putting up a fuss over being exiled from his own bed. Though tonight there is no tantrum and quietly you dream of soft hands caressing your head before inviting dark embraces you whole.

JIN | "So you don't want to come out?"

The blanket shakes in a definitive no, pulling from him a deep, deep sigh. "Alright but just text if you need me."

For a second, more so out of instinct than anything, he thinks of leaning down, brushing away this ridiculous blanket you've cocooned yourself in and planting a kiss on your forehead - like he always does- but something in the way you're so obstinately clinging to it stops him and instead he lays his lips atop of it, allowing you to hide away from the world. When the ends of your ears perk at the sound of the closing doors, you slowly push the blanket onto the floor, gulping down large breaths of fresh air.

Jin was nice, you liked Jin, obviously as you lived together, but sometimes…sometimes a person just needed to be on their own. The way you move throughout the house is largely mindless. Something is playing in the background, what - you don't know. You don't put much focus on what passes between your hands - the vacuum, the window cleaner — it's just a motion. A motion required so that the tension doesn't flay you whole. It's not like you particularly want to do so — the lower back pain surely is a sign you don't want to but it is needed. The nagging thoughts of something being not done in the house will just nag you on and coupled with the stress from work, you didn't put it past your body to become the first person on the planet whose head popped from their shoulders and become airborne.

It is when you're in the middle of battling one very annoying corner of the front entrance when Jin comes home. All too soon you hear the code pressed on the outside and you greet him as such, standing and staring like a deer in headlights with vacuum in one hand and a wet wipe in another. For a passing moment, Jin simply takes you in, a wrinkle of thorough confusion marking his face. Then as if to come to a foregone conclusion, he sighs, places the many, many takeaway boxes that tower dangerously all together in a green plastic bag on the console nearby and struts forward. You almost go in to defend yourself be it verbally or with a vacuum cleaner but he simply disregards it and places a palm right over your forehead.

“As I thought,” he mumbles solemnly. “You’re running a fever.”

Immediately you check yourself, in the hurry almost letting the vacuum hit the ground had Jin not caught it at the last second.

“No, I’m not,” you protest but deep down you've grasped that your hand is sweaty and that your head feels…heated, somehow. “I don’t want to take a sick leave!”

Jin was often an easy-going man, never a joke missing when he was around, never a moment weighing too heavily but he was still an adult and sometimes…sometimes he put his foot down.

“But you are,” he insists with a deadpan tone. Both of your hands are forcibly freed from the items in them as you’re spun around and pushed towards the bed, your socks providing no grip to fight the movement. “Better one sick day today than a whole month later. Remember November?”

“I remember November,” you huff begrudgingly. “But it’s not that bad.”

“_________,” the sound of your name falling from his mouth with not a lick of usual laughter or any form of fond exasperation rings like a cannon shot through your ears, making you shrink smaller. “You’re tired. Just rest. Everything else will fall into place.”

You grow limp under his touch and let yourself be carded back into bed, no huff, no puff. Vaguely it’s reminiscent of Jin’s own temper tantrums as he battled a cold two months ago. You’d chided him then for acting like a spoiled child with a silver spoon both in his mouth and up his ass and you know now that it was merely an act of the infamous pot calling the egregious kettle black. There is a twinkle of vindication in Jin’s eyes even if he does not say it out loud. The session of being made fun of was simply postponed due to the pitifulness of your state alas not entirely avoided.

“Now, let your boyfriend take care of you,” bright is Jin’s smile as he beams down upon you from one ear to the next but the pat on your head dours the cheesy sentiment if he even had any to begin with.

“I’m not a dog,” you gruff, wrenching his hand away but as Jin saunters away, dignified as ever, “could have fooled me” is tossed casually over his shoulder.

HOSEOK | “You don’t have any plans later in the evening?”

Because it was 6:30 of a quiet Monday morning and you had assumed that Hoseok hadn’t come home at all, given how you’d gone to sleep alone and woke up as such, the question poised from a poked-in head, partially hidden by a steam of running shower, it came as a no surprise you were scared shitless. Nursing the elbow that was so rudely slammed against the tiled wall, you replied that no, you did not have any plans.

“Great! Love you!”

The only thing you heard after were quick, running footsteps and then — silence.

“Love you too,” you muttered to the empty air. “Whatever that was.”

But Hoseok did sometimes do odd things and so as the work day reared its vicious Hydra head you forgot all about it, too submerged in the rising pile of problems.

By the time you shuffle out of the work doors, there is a deadpan expression upon your face and even more upon your soul. You’re tired and the outlook of coming back — yet again! — tomorrow makes it all the more draining. As you drudge your way down the main street there is only one dream floating almost palpable before your eyes and that is your bed. The very thought of immediately propelling yourself underneath the fluffy duvet and dozing off to a good music is a piece of private heaven you’re salivating after and all that was needed was to go home.

If only it would be that easy.

A sleek, black car rolls in front of you, so crudely that only by the last pinch of your nerves you do not curse the driver out then and there. It’s a blessing you do not as the window rolls down and you find none other than your boyfriend sitting joyfully on the other side.

“Are you abducting me, good sir?” you call out and Hoseok opens the doors from the inside, invitingly patting the seat next to him.

“Yes, now get in. This is not legal parking.”

At first, you hum happily along to the song playing on the radio. Sure, Hoseok makes a weird turn — it definitely does not belong to the usual route but maybe that was him trying to evade the congested traffic. A second one? Your hum falters but still you persist. You were still going in the correct general direction and if anything you should be grateful about being rescued from the overcrowded hell that is public transport in a rush hour. But once the third turn is taken and you no longer recognize the area, the soft happiness blossoming in your body freezes and for a fact refuses to thaw.

“Uhh…Hoseok?”

“Hmm?”

“Where are we going?”

“To the mall.”

If feasible, your brain would make a sound similar to a record being pulled under the needle of the player. And then smashed against the fucking wall.

“The mall?” you echo slowly, however Hoseok remains blissfully oblivious and smiles as your dream of bed and rotting rest shatters into unmendable pieces.

“Yeah! You’ve been working so hard! You definitely need some new gifts. Name whatever you want, I’ll get!”

Get me home, is what flashes through your mind but even thinking about it feels ungrateful of sorts. Thus, you bite your teeth into a pained smile.

“Yay,” though you try to sound enthusiastic it comes out more like a squeaking cry of a dying animal.

Having three bodyguards flickering in and out of your periphery as blinding mall lights blare overhead was not your idea of fun in the best of days but even less so after the dogshit that was work on this particular Monday.

Suddenly Hoseok shoves a string of pearls underneath your noise, with an overeager “try this!”. You oblige but something in the look does not please him and quickly the pearls are swapped for another, a tad more delicate piece.

The longer you trail after him, the more your eyes droop downward. It becomes too difficult to even properly focus on walking let alone on what Hoseok is saying. Covertly, you try to slump against him while on the escalator and once more Hoseok misinterprets this as an expression of affection, cooing at it.

You do not have the heart to tell him you were seconds away from crawling into the bathroom and sleeping there.

“Which shoes do you like better? These ones or these ones?”

Strategically, you position yourself on the plush albeit hard chair of the shoe shop.

“They’re both good,” you mutter and the next time you open your eyes, a muted darkness stands before you. For a second, your heart leaps, dry spit curls up at the back of your throat but as the second passes, so does the fear. The dark slowly abates and the familiar feeling and smell of your comforter drags you back into the peace.

You’re home.

There is a vague clattering coming from the closed bedroom doors and as you drop back onto the pillows with a sigh of deep relief, it stops only for someone to move closer.

As Hoseok opens the doors, he stands in them for a while wearing a gentle but knowing smile.

“If you didn’t want to go, you could have just said so.”

You screw your eyes shut, feeling the end of a headache coming back up from behind the eye sockets.

“Did you drag me back?” you groan, sinking deeper into the mattress as though it could possibly save you in any way.

“With some help,” Hoseok nods, throwing a towel to rest over his shoulder. “You were out of it.”

“I’m sorry,” you glance at him from the covers, turning your voice much more earnest. The feelings of ungratefulness cling to your chest, creating a heavy, pressing sensation. How much time really did you have with Hoseok? Hours, minutes? Versus the days that he was entrenched deep into work or worse on tour. You ought to spend every moment with him, radiating nothing but happiness but it was just…

You were just too tired.

“I really am.”

“Don’t stress about it. But really just tell me next time that you don’t want to go and would rather sleep instead. Trust me, I would understand.”

You nod along to his words, giving a mute promise though it's one he accepts.

“Besides there’s always online shopping,” he supplies lightly before his smile warps to cut a bit too deep into cheek and too devious in its hue. “And I can always spoil you in other ways.”

JIMIN | The second your aching feet drag over the warm threshold, you don’t even let Jimin finish his greeting, instead propelling yourself tiredly into his chest, self-indulgently wrapping your arms around his waist.

“What’s this?” he chuckles softly, placing one cheek upon the top of your head — you could feel the weight of his motion. It rests on you like a heavy blanket, relaxing yet not caging. “Since when are you so nice to me?”

“Oh, shut it,” you hiss meagerly, cheek still ruffling against the thin material of his grey t-shirt. “I’ve always been nice to you.”

“Debatable,” he laughs but it quickly sizzles into a low hum. “Long day?”

“Felt like it would never end.”

Dinner is eaten quickly, with you mostly scarfing down whatever is put down before you and Jimin occasionally throwing a worried glance though he chooses not to give these concerns a voice. You’re grateful for the silence — too exhausted in your own right to dwell on what should soon turn into a hazy, near non-existent memory.

The sofa underneath your back is pliant enough and slinking onto the too small decorative pillows, the same ones Jimin had sworn would be perfect as you had stood in IKEA checkout line, you feel your eyes fall downward — not slow and steady, but definitive and pointed like a crash of a rock.

Jimin’s voice floats above the cotton-candy haze that circles the ends of your eyes and maybe vaguely you catch the tail of a sentence.

“...movie?” is all you hear and deeply not caring, you nod along, still partially clinging to his arm.

“Something you like…” Jimin mutters under his breath. “The Notebook is always great.”

“I literally have never liked that movie.”

He lets his mouth open in truly horrendous offence, placing a palm over his chest as though you’ve just stabbed him with a kitchen knife.

“Blasphemy! And in my own home too!”

Imperiously, you make a grab at him, settling yourself to lay partially on his torso.

“It’s our home, you menace.”

“Ah, and there they are! So I thought you being nice earlier was suspicious.”

But even as he’s saying it, there’s a lingering presence of suppressed smile etched across his lips.

“Just play something,” you mutter, not even bothering to maintain the appearance of wakefulness.

“What about “cold eyes”?” he suggests, switching contemplatively between the select options, each one playing an annoying loud

“That’s still your favourite movie. I like “The Lighthouse”.”

As expected an immediate wrinkle of distaste curls up his nose as he regards your suggestion. Apparently taking in a noir coloured fever dream seeped in oceanic nightmares had not been his favourite way to spend an evening and though he endured it once, more thanks to his apparently endless love for you than patience, you doubted the chances of him laying his eyes on the production ever again.

“A compromise,” he suggests, by now only barely able to move as you melt into him, your tired bones demanding a rest. How could even one’s inner thigh muscles hurt you did not know but such was the reality.

“Ice age.”

“Deal.”

It’s not even five minutes into the movie that the warm colours flashing on the screen, not to mention the rub of Jimin’s fingers tenderly grazing against your scrap, lulls you into deep, exhausted sleep. Jimin doesn't wake you.

TAEHYUNG | Though the headphones squeeze on your ears in a manner that manages to somehow be both painful and itching, you pour all of your focus into the pot of soup boiling on the counter. The sensory hell that is extractor hood whirrs overhead and while you hate both the steam making everything just a touch too hot and the noise being a touch too grading, it does the trick. It completely overwhelms your mind and with it the piled up anxiety. The sudden light touch, light yes but unmistakably belonging to a human hand, forces some form of primal scream out from your throat and you’re met face to face with equally wide-eyed, equally frightened Kim Taehyung. Who is in your house.

You almost ready the ladle as a weapon of sorts but the fleeting voice of reason reminds you, he is in your home because this is the home you share.

Because you’re dating, it goes to supply and you’re thankful that it does otherwise you would have just slammed your boyfriend into the kitchen ground with the aforementioned ladle.

He attempts to speak or at least so you assume from the way his mouth moves.

“Just give me a sec!” you point at your earphones in the still lingering confusion momentarily forgetting to how to turn off the blasting music that just a second ago was mind numbing in a pleasant way but now has grown to be an auditory guillotine.

At last you manage the Bluetooth connected mess and pushing back the hair from your face, you huff, trying to sound light and miserably failing in one fell swoop.

“Why-why are you home so early?”

Taehyung quirks his head to the side and those soulful, terribly wary eyes glide over your face in suspicion.

“Was I not supposed to?”

You almost don’t stammer when answering “no”. Taehyung hums but it doesn’t feel either like a response or the final sentence in the otherwise lackluster conversation. If anything it’s a wordless noise of suspicion and you begin to sweat under its weight.

“You look like you haven’t slept a week,” he points out, not overtly trying to be accusing outright but similarly failing as well. At first your mind leaps and bounds to white lies, some smaller some bigger but as his gaze grows more expressive, more analytic you wither and simply confess like a child would after eating too much candy from a jar that was specifically left for guests.

“That’s because I haven’t.”

Taehyung nods, clearly having suspected as much.

“And I assume the reason why you were unpleasantly surprised by my arrival is that like any other night, you wanted to make something quick, then sit yourself in front of three devices all playing different things and then letting yourself rot in an unmade bed?”

You twiddle with your thumbs.

“Yes. Are you mad?”

He looks mad, however because this was Taehyung the next second his face blooms with pity and you find yourself surrounded by two arms and what feels like a cashmere sweater.

“Oh my baby.”

The beginnings of what feels like straying tears rush forward but still for now you force them down. Disconnecting, for the first time you look Taehyung properly over. What initially seemed like nothing but put-together pillars of stability when compared to your crumbling statue ebbs away and in the muted light of the kitchen you see. The downturned corners of his mouth, the eye bags obstinately clinging to his face, the hair that hangs over said eyes, clearly unkempt, obviously trying to hide something he deemed too personal to share with the rest of the world.

Other than you that is.

Once again it rips out of you without much consent or thorough planning of the brain:

“You’re tired.”

He laughs but the sound, alike the atmosphere, falls strained.

“Yeah I am. Can’t sleep much without you.”

The soft ends of his voice, clipping into an exhausted drawl, makes your heart bleed both in pink and red.

“I’ve been worried about you,” he adds with a deep sigh. “And it seems not entirely without reason.”

“It’ll be alright,” you try to brush off but without knowing whom you tried to convince more — Taehyung or indeed yourself. He doesn’t much say of anything, merely gives one truly solemn nod and clutches your hand in his grip — ladle and all.

JUNGKOOK | The second you feel the familiar walls of your home swallow you whole, the full effect of a thoroughly draining day kicks you in the chest. You feel its weight knead at your muscles, turning every strain of it into an over-taut strings of deepened ache. You breathe a weary, albeit content sigh as one sweaty article of clothing is shed after the next. It’s a quiet retaliation — to toss them into the hamper for laundry tomorrow. Thank god for your laundry fairy.

You hear someone at the door and momentarily the ache disappears in the surge of sheer adrenaline but as the familiar sounds of dog’s nails scraping against the floor reach your ears, you relax once more.

“Babe?” comes an inquiring voice just seconds before Bam rounds the corner, gleefully wagging his tail at your presence.

“You’re wet,” you complain but since much like Jungkook, it was impossible to be mad at him, all the dog hears is the pleased sound of your voice so without any inhibitions whatsoever, he noses at your shin, leaking rainwater onto the beige bedroom carpet. Jungkook pokes one head in and you’re not surprised to see that he’s much in the same state.

“And you’re wet as well,” you point out, monotonous, as he shrugs in response.

“Forgot to take my umbrella.”

You don’t chide him, having honestly no strength to do so. Instead, you plop down onto the bed, stifling another monstrous yawn, not entirely missing the faint wrinkle of concern carving its way in the space between Jungkook’s eyebrows but choosing to not remark upon it. He was already too worried these last few weeks. Still Jungkook remains Jungkook and not a second after, from his spot in the doorway comes gentle but somewhat of a sternly voiced question.

“Are you okay? You look…I’m sorry tired is not the word. Drained of your very soul.”

You offer him a mirthless laugh, running a palm over your face.

“Is it that obvious?” you try to joke but the hint of frailty betrays you. Its note might be faint but for Jungkook with his musical pitch, its laid out bare on a desolate cliff. He doesn’t speak but there’s no need to. His face says it all.

“It’s just I’ve never not…known things,” you admit, a sense of frustration immediately clutching at your chest. “I’ve always been quick to adapt. A month, two months tops and I’d be like a fish in water but…” the end of the sentence trails off into a frustrated sigh.

“It’s not your fault they’re not training you properly,” he objects but even so remembers to be quiet. There was no use in shouting and that was the rule you both agreed upon.

“I know it’s not my fault,” you mumble underneath your nose but even you yourself can hear the disheartened nature of that statement. For long dragging stretches of time, you simply stare at Bam, reaching out to pat him ever so slightly.

“I’m just…tired, Koo,” at last you state, the final walls breaking down in one, finite statement.

“I get it,” he echoes somberly, the shared faraway glint in both of your eyes reminding you both of the many, many tired late evening, early mornings and the middle of the nights. Jungkook rouses himself out the soured memory lane first. He shakes his head and paddles over, sitting on the bed beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight.

“You want a shoulder massage?” he offers and as his touch settles upon your skin, you wince, prompting a hissing curse from his lips.

“It’s like a rock, baby,” Jungkook whines in your ear. You try to shrug the sentence away however the flare of unexpected pain puts a firm stop to it.

“And I don’t think you’ll make it better,” you sigh, trying, in a last ditch attempt, to sound a tad playful. You think it somewhat works as Jungkook pressed a preemptively apologetic kiss to the back of your head.

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slytherinboysappreciation · 6 months ago

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LMAO here i am again 😋😋 ok love, the last request gave me another idea abt a genius reader (male ofc), but in this one he's absolutely feral. Everyone in Hogwarts knows to not mess up w him. Let's say he's from a pureblood family that got sum connections w the ministry of magic so yeah Hogwarts cannot do anything bout it.

Butttt the thing is, he's actually just a sweet guy (if u didn't count the times he got someone into the hospital wing for bullying others). I js wanna see the rivalry relationship between this fella n Tom Riddle (ofc, i love this guy) n when Tom realized that reader wasn't as bad as he thought.

Fighter - T. R. x male!Reader

A/N: Thank you so much for the ask!! 💛 I really tried hard to fulfill it, so I hope this is good. I’m really hoping the ending conversation makes sense; please PLEASE tell me if it doesn’t. It’s completely unedited with no use of Y/N.

I think I tagged everything but let me know if I missed something!

CW: fighting, descriptions of fighting, blood mention, petnames, violence, anger, Tom gets really mad at Reader, detention, bickering, Reader gets a brush thrown at him, Tom’s anxious thoughts, mentions of punishment, talk of pureblood ideals, Tom does not understand his feelings, probably ooc Tom

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Tom can hear the sounds of a fight going on.

Right outside the library, and a vicious fight too, judging by the sounds.

After spending a full moment regretting the decisions that lead him to be Head Boy, Tom gets up and goes to investigate.

The fight is in the corridor. Brutal sounds of fists upon flesh and ugly cheers from the surrounding students fill the air.

Tom thinks it’s barbaric.

He takes a deep breath and shouts, “Out of the way! Head Boy coming through!”

The students part for him almost instantly, the roar of noise starting to die down.

In the center of the commotion, predictably, is you. You’re pinning the other guy down, hitting him repeatedly.

Tom can’t make out what you’re saying to him, but he’s sure it’s nothing good.

He spots Goyle in the crowd and waves him over. The boy obeys, and Tom gestures to the fight. “Break it up.”

Goyle hesitates, then obeys by grabbing you and forcibly hauling you off the other boy. You immediately go to punch Goyle, but stop when you see Tom.

So predictable.

You smooth out your shirt and wipe a bit of blood from your mouth. “Hello, princess.”

Tom bristles. He hates your nickname for him. “Hello, degenerate. I see you’re still picking fights.”

You grin crookedly and shrug. “What can I say? It’s part of my style.”

Tom’s expression doesn’t change. “It’s another detention for you. You’re lucky the Headmaster hasn’t considered expulsion.”

It’s an empty threat. Your family is part of the Sacred Twenty-eight, as rich as they come and with enough connections to make even the Malfoys jealous. You never receive more than a slap on the wrist for your behavior.

You know it. He knows it. And yet, you’re the only two that pretend Tom has some sort of control over you.

“Yeah, yeah,” you roll your eyes and smirk a little. “Whatever you say.”

He scowls, but doesn’t say a word as you slip off into the crowd. He knows better than to try and keep you there.

Tom is furious. Livid. Angry enough to make the whole castle feel it.

You’ve cost him his evening. A valuable evening, that could’ve been spent looking in the Restricted Section.

Now spent in detention.

Not that you’re aware. You’re off gallivanting somewhere, ditching class.

Causing Tom to fail his surprise partners project given to them by Professor Dumbledore.

Tom has never wanted to murder you more.

He calms down by evening, but your appearance in detention only makes this all the worse again.

You stroll into detention, all smooth movements and smug looks. You take a seat on the other side of the room, leaning back in your chair.

Gone all day, only to reappear just in time for the wrong thing.

Tom watches you from the corner of his eye, already annoyed.

He received detention last night, after being caught in the Restricted Section by Professor Dumbledore. Humiliating, given the fact that he’s Head Boy. He shouldn’t have to deal with detentions any more.

His annoyance only worsens when the professor announces it’s just the two of you.

Scrubbing suits of armor once again.

Tom’s halfway through his set when you show up.

“Hello, princess.”

Tom grits his teeth and scrubs a little harder. “What do you want?”

“Just came to see how my favorite rival was doing.”

You lean against the wall next to him and smirk at him.

Tom glares at you. “We’re not rivals. Rivals implies equality. We are not equals.”

Your smirk doesn’t falter for a moment. “Fine. Enemies then.”

Tom rolls his eyes and bites his tongue and goes back to scrubbing.

You lean in. “How was Dumbledore’s class?”

Tom throws the scrubber brush at you. “You don’t know when to quit, do you?”

You catch it and laugh. “When have I ever? You’re just too cute all riled up.”

Tom refuses to react. You’re only saying it for shock value after all.

“Look,” you say, after a tense moment. “I came here to tell you, there’s a spell for the armor. You can use that instead of scrubbing all night. The teachers never care.”

Tom bites his tongue again. He’s certain Dumbledore will care, but perhaps Tom can play this off.

“Teach me,” he orders.

You grin and oblige.

Tom neither gets questioned by Professor Dumbledore nor gets asked about his unusual quickness in cleaning the suits of armor.

For the whole next week, Tom is apprehensive about it. Surely using magic in such a way qualifies for extra detention?

But nothing happens.

So Tom grows suspicious of you.

Why would you teach him that spell? What motive do you have behind your sudden kindness?

It bugs at Tom, messing up his concentration while studying and making his skin crawl with curiosity.

You had to have some hidden agenda, some secret evil plan. It just didn’t make sense otherwise.

You weren’t a kind boy. You started fistfights every other day, not to mention how vicious you are in a duel.

So why be nice?

Tom just cannot figure it out.

You were in the Hospital Wing after yet another fight.

One of the Beaters on the other team had gotten angry with you during a quidditch match and had hit a bludger right at you.

Half the other team was in the Hospital Wing with you from the extent of the fight you’d started. The Beater who’d hit you had gotten sent to St Mungos, with their family in shambles.

They’d been in tears, falling at your hospital bed, begging you to forgive them the moment you woke up. You’d just seemed amused.

If there was one thing your family took seriously, it was your health and safety. Despite all your fights and mishaps, you were still the heir.

The Beater’s family was done for, and no amount of forgiveness from you could save them.

Tom visits you on the second day you’re in. He brings your homework, strictly on assignment from Professor Dumbledore.

You look up from the bag of chocolates you’re munching on. “Oh, hey, princess.”

Tom bristles a bit. “Why do you insist upon calling me that?”

You grin and pop another chocolate into your mouth. “Coz you’re prissy and elegant like a princess. All prim and proper till someone gets under your skin.”

Tom opens his mouth to retort, then closes it again. Prissy? He wasn’t prissy. He valued being good manners and being well-dressed, sure. But he wasn’t prissy.

You laugh at the expression on his face. “See? I told you! I bet you’re coming up with some good reply about how it’s ‘good breeding’ and a mark of ‘refinery amongst the purebloods’.”

Tom’s cheeks flush. He had been thinking something along those lines.

“Haha!” You sound triumphant. Almost smug. “You’ve been around Malfoy too long. He’s rotting your brain.”

“You’re a pureblood too,” Tom points out. “Maybe I’ve been spending too much time around you.”

“Nah.” You laugh again. “I don’t preach it like he does.”

Tom doesn’t know what to say, so he just sets your homework down on the edge of your bed. “Here.”

“Aw, Merlin.” You sigh and reach for it. “I was hoping I’d get out of doing it.”

Tom scoffs softly and takes a seat next to your bed. “Why? Too hard for you?”

You snort out a laugh. “Hell no. It’s too easy. I’ve known most of this stuff since I was five.”

“Since you were— How?”

You shrug. “With our breeding, we don’t tend to last very long. Gotta have everything learned quickly so we can marry once we’re done with school.”

“You…” Tom falls silent at this. He knew about pureblood traditions and stuff from Abraxas, but he hadn’t ever applied them to you.

You were just… the opposite of everything he imagined a pureblood to be: smug and cold and overbearingly intelligent.

You were all hotheadedness and feral fights and lazy boredom.

It baffled him.

“Look, princess,” you hand him your bag of chocolates. “Don’t stress too much about it. Have a chocolate or two. Relax. If you haven’t gotten detention yet because of me, you won’t anytime soon.”

Tom takes a chocolate. He considers your words as he eats it. You’re a puzzle of a pureblood. The most eligible boy at Hogwarts, yet you act like you don’t care about your family’s reputation one bit.

Finally, he just asks one question. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you act so…”

You shrug. “My family’s full of pricks. Always going around spouting nonsense about this and that. If I’m coming to Hogwarts, I’m at least going to have some fun while I’m here.”

“And your idea of fun includes beating people up?”

You grin. “Don’t knock it till you try it, Riddle. Besides, I only hit them if they deserve it.”

It occurs to Tom that you called him Riddle for perhaps the first time since he met you. It makes a funny sort of feeling sprout in his stomach. Like a sudden weed amongst a perfect garden.

Perhaps it’s his distaste for you popping up again.

“If they deserve it?”

“Yeah. You know, bullies and cheaters and kids who pick on the first years.”

Tom gives you a deadpan look. “Oh, how generous.”

You laugh. A genuine, full belly laugh. One that makes you wheeze with pain from your injuries.

That little spark of something inside Tom grows for a moment. It makes his chest uncomfortably warm. He tries to snuff it out as fast as possible.

You’re rapidly turning around his mental image of you in his head. Yesterday, he would have pegged you as the arrogant heir to your family, a boy who just wouldn’t leave him alone.

Now you’re… something else.

Thinking about it too much makes him prickle with what must be discomfort. So he hands you back your chocolates and stands up.

“You’re odd. I’ll admit that. But you’re not all that bad either.”

You grin. A wide, warm grin that sends more prickles throughout Tom’s body.

“Glad to hear it, princess.”

Tom makes a face. “You really need to stop calling me that.”

You just laugh as he leaves.

Tom thinks about you as he walks. About your odd ways and peculiar thinkings.

You certainly are a riddle of a pureblood, and he’s determined to figure you out.

#tom riddle #male reader #divider by cafekitsune #tom riddle x male reader #tom riddle x reader #tw blood mention #tw fighting

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sea-buns · 7 months ago

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hey to a gorgug liker what do you think about his nightmare section from sophomore year? cause I feel like the horror there is less “ah my grandparents were racist” and more “fuck am I being a stereotype? are the people who hate me right about me?” cause wrt to his having to modulate between barbarian and artificer in fhjy it’s like. idk

oh boy do I have thoughts

Tbh, I had zero recollection of the racism stuff until reading this. It was just SO MINOR. His trial in the forest felt really lackluster to me. I feel like everyone else's really dug into an issue at the core of their character and his felt more like "everyone is getting a trial, what do we do for gorgug?" And idk if that was just a bad delivery/call on Brennan's part or if it could have been helped by Zac engaging more in it but it just. Didn't feel like anything. It was a lot more about the dice than the horror of the claustrophobia and the bugs and you've never fit in anywhere you live to make yourself smaller wherever you go you're just the loser who hits hard. Like yeah I guess there was an overarching theme of Gorgug gaining confidence in himself but it was done very poorly imo.

And I think his trial in the forest was wrong for putting such an emphasis on his intelligence. I think that would have been much better suited in fy, back when he was still being heavily bullied, but beyond that it felt like a quick and easy thing for them to grab. Yes, he had insecurities about his intelligence with all the complications with Zelda. But, to me, the focus of fhsy was his HEART. It put a spotlight on how his social circle has grown, and his bully is his friend now, and he's not alone anymore. His interactions with Ayda, the friendship book, trying to help Fabian, I believe in you spring break, it's Gorgug keep going. I made a post earlier in the season (including a great addition by another user) that I think articulates that emphasis on his emotional intelligence very well.

Fhjy HOWEVER. I think it's doing everything that sy failed at. It's giving him space to have an inner conflict. It's addressing lots of little issues and conflicts he's had over the campaign and combining them into one coherent piece. Like, guy was in a relationship pretty much all of fy, and then dealt with the fallout in sy, but I don't think we've EVER seen as much quality relationship development with Gorgug as we have in jy. He and Fig spent an entire summer together trapped in a tour bus and no season has indicated that bond and friendship more than this one. He and Riz have found something to bond over, meanwhile in previous seasons there was pretty much zero one-on-one personal interaction between them. Fabian expressed sadness over Gorgug leaving the Owlbears, because it was the only thing they had that was just for them to hang out and be friends.

Just with that, we're already doing leagues more with Gorgug's character than we ever have. And I haven't even STARTED on his barbificier journey, oh dear god lmao.

Gonna preface this bit with a post I made before the season even started. It was about Zac's steady improvement in his performances with every PC, and how I was predicting that it was gonna culminate into a Gorgug that does him the justice he deserves. It was initially supposed to be a criticism, but I got a little lost in the sauce of loving my boy lol. Still very relevant to the topic of this ask!

God, where do I START?? Addressing his relationship with rage? I'll be honest, I didn't think that would ever be used as a character arc. And I'm not even sure why I've felt that way. I just didn't think... I didn't think about how he might've had a dislike for his own rage. Like, the WAY he rages isn't bad by any means, but I don't think it ever crossed my mind how actually harmful his lessons to sing to combat rage were. No, I did not like the way Porter went about teaching him (a bit too unsupportive of his capabilities and reminiscent of shitty teachers for my liking). But his point about EMBRACING anger; that rage is not bad and does not— should not— need to be stifled. THAAAAT. That opened up such an interesting dialogue for Gorgug.

I do appreciate the beginnings of Gorgug's interest in artificing in fhsy. I think the crumbs of it back then did a great job of leading into his larger commitment to multiclassing. And I think what he's been doing with it this season is exactly what was lacking in his section of the nightmare forest. His trial was a puzzle, based entirely on die rolls, where his solution after failing even when he's assisted by the enemy is to essentially give up. I understand that facing their fears was the whole point of the trials, but his section came off as incredibly anticlimactic and unfulfilling. Just the fact that it was a trial based on stat numbers more than the development of the character itself.

Where junior year succeeds in actually showcasing his intelligence and the evolution of the worth he holds in himself is with the hands-on approach it takes. Yes, the academic rolls are still dice and stats, but there's a physical manifestation that wasn't there before. Gorgug is smart when it comes to getting his hands dirty. It is in the practical applications of his skills that his brand of intelligence shines the most.

And while, once again, I did not LIKE Porter's heavy resistance to multiclassing....I have to admit that I don't think Gorgug would have had such a boost in confidence without that struggle. Even if my boy had trouble expressing it to Porter verbally, HE STOOD UP FOR HIMSELF. Instead of simply rolling over and agreeing that he wasn't built for a technical class and it was stupid to try– he was DEFIANT.

The kid who said "I'm a dumbass. Eat me you stupid bug." took on FOUR CLASSES. Three school years worth of artificer simultaneously. AND stayed with the Owlbears. AND went along on party missions to help Kristen's candidacy. AND was always on deck to help the party with the overarching plotline.

AND HE ACED IT!!! THE FIRST BARBIFICER THAT THE AGUEFORT ADVENTURING ACADEMY HAS EVER SEEN!!!!! He is paving the way for every unprecedented multiclass that follows.

Just in comparison to who he was in the previous season, the amount of drive and self-worth he's gained is astounding. In my eyes, it's done more than enough to makeup for the way his development fell flat in sophomore year.

i hope this fulfilled the ask in the way you were hoping! i told you i'd get carried away lmao. writing a bunch about any of zac's characters is always such a joy. gorgug had always been my favorite of the bad kids but i always found myself wishing he went deeper, y'know? and now it's real. my precious anxious boy has been handled so well. and watching zac's growth as a performer has been such a blast.

thanks for the ask! :D

#hope i dont talk in circles too many times #im not even gonna think about how long i spent lol #ya hit a certain point where youre like 'does that feel exactly right?' and then u go fuck it we aint perfect #ive done that a lot with just any writing thing in my life especially in school #but i feel like i followed through a lot better with this than i have with a loooong essay/analysis/post in awhile #so that feels good. certainly helps when its a thing you really love lol #dimension 20 #d20 #fantasy high junior year #fhjy spoilers #fhjy #fantasy high #fh #fantasy high sophomore year #fhsy #gorgug thistlespring #character analysis #asks #anon ask

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spidertroupeart · 3 months ago

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Not gonna lie, we need more GOOD UNDERTALE AU outcodes... ya' know, the guys who go around the multiverse doing stuff with their own specific goals

I mean, we definitely have them, but it's sad that the last "Big" outcode to ever reach a greater audience was this sad mistake of an Error clone.

I mean, I'd highly suggest looking into stuff like Stitchau, Poppy's story, the ALIVE AU and No!sansverse (which is basically a take on the sansverse that de-sansifies the OUTCODE sanses, this sad sack of rooftop swordsman brainrot included), but it's unfortunate this guy gets more publicity than these three... we need more input from the community.

I don't want to insult or spread hate about undertale outcodes, AUs, or what have you; a lot of them were made by people who were genuinely trying to do something interesting- and unfortunately, everyone's favourite character at the time (and still the majority of the fandom's, probably) was Sans, so he always got the most attention. I can't complain a lot about that, considering I myself am also incredibly guilty of favouritism.

What I think is that a lot of what people were doing could be better expressed and made more interesting if different characters were used, and it didn't become a confusing mess of "Wait. Who's from where??" for me, personally. My brain is very small and can only handle so much.

But, along those lines, I'll share my thoughts that went into Ink!Chara and Ink!Asriel, to try and better make a point- the void, or anti-void, whatever it may be, is a neat concept, but I never really understood it myself- so I kind of made my own interpretation of it with my minimal knowledge.

The whole thing behind these two was that it's stated in-game that no one knows what would happen if a human and monster soul fused- so for all we know, the fusion could be incredibly unstable. Perhaps game-breaking. And along the lines of not knowing what would happen, it's even less known what would happen upon defeat- considering that a monster soul cannot persist for long after death (provided said monster is a boss monster), and a human's can persist for God knows how long.

What if this contradiction led to a huge bug in the already unstable game, and in order to save itself from a crash, the game just. Completely drops the souls? Shoves them out of the way to get everything working again once they were no longer active. We know for a fact that both Chara and Asriel (now Flowey's) souls are seemingly gone, so why not do something with that?

Ink!Chara and Ink!Asriel are separate entities from basegame Chara and Flowey, in that they are their souls and only their souls. My point is.

There are so many ways to make these outcodes more interesting (at least to me) just by using different characters and throwing things at the wall. Once again, nothing against the originals; without them I wouldn't even be having these ideas.

Apologies for this long and unstructured ramble, I've been wanting to properly talk about my inks for a while now lmao

#donut asks #undertale #undertale au #should i start rambling publicly more #this is really fun actually #if not i will kindly shut my mouth

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alltimefail · 25 days ago

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Happy Day 2 of Cast Appreciation Week to Jayden Revri!

Like George, Jayden is not on Tumblr (to our knowledge haha), but I’m singing his praises everywhere today!

Thank you for everything you’ve given our fandom, Jayden! This letter struck a particularly emotional chord for me, but I hope it still made sense despite that haha!

Our perfect Charles Rowland, we love you so much! 💜💀🔎

Transcript of my letter below the cut!

Happy Cast Appreciation Week!

October 21, 2024

Dearest Jayden,

I have no idea how I will keep this brief, but I promise to do my best! I want to start by saying that you are a beacon of light in our community; from the way you root us on and engage with us online to the lovely environment that you've curated with your streams (where I've met some wonderful people), you have made our fandom so much better. We are incredibly lucky to have you. You’re a one-of-a-kind talent and your joy reads in everything you do. Honestly, it's simply FUN watching you act; I’m not sure how else to describe it, it’s nearly impossible to watch you on screen and not be completely taken by your thoughtful, intentional expressions. All this to say, I hope you’re aware of how multi-talented you are. (You even have a beautiful singing voice!)

Now, on a more personal note.

I relate to Charles in more ways than not, and I've rarely seen a character like him - one who deals with anger, shame, and trauma - portrayed with the kind of love, care, and reverence that you gave him. So often characters like Charles, and real-life people like him, are boiled down to their worst parts, and it's ironic because that's how they see themselves, too. (Again, I know this all too well. Shame is a liar, but when it's beaten into you as a child, you cling to it like an old friend.) I cried with Charles, I felt for him, and your performance is what initially locked me into Dead Boy Detectives.

I will never be able to find the words to describe how thankful I am that YOU played our Charles Rowland. I need you to know the pivotal impact this character has had on people like me: people who rarely get to see our stories told, but more than that, rarely get to be the "Heroes" in those stories. It’s the strangest thing, really: I found myself immediately sticking up for Charles and wanting the best for him before I even knew why. In having grace for Charles, I started viewing my own shame, my own trauma, with a little more grace, too.

Because to hear, over and over again, that people like Charles are not bad... they’re loved, actually, and not just loved but also enough, is life-changing for someone who carries shame with them everywhere they go. To see a character that I relate to be told that they deserve love, even when they can't "Keep smiling for everyone," is invaluable. This character will stick with me for life. You have given us such a gift through your portrayal of Charles, and I'm deeply grateful to you. I genuinely don’t think anyone else could have done what you did with this role, and you deserve to know that the work you did was never in vain. Charles’ story matters, and thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for telling it.

I am rooting for you big time, Jayden Revri! I think the world needs more of your sunshine, more of your talent, more of your immeasurable kindness and humbleness. I can’t wait for the next “Streamden” (lol). Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for loving this fandom in the way we love you!

You are our Charles, always and forever, and we will all be here to support you (and fight for you) in all your current and future endeavors.

All my love,

Veronica “V”

@ atfsims1

(Or "Sims" as you call me on streams lmao)

#It's REAL LATE here but it's 9am-ish in London I think? So this should be a reasonable time to send him this lmfao #atfsims1 is my IG/Twitter/Twitch handle btw hehe #dead boy detectives #dbda #dbda cast appreciation week 2024 #the dead boy detectives #DBDACastAppreciationWeek #dbda cast #*mine #jayden revri #charles rowland

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bunnakit · 2 months ago

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4 minutes ep 1 raw reactions

idk if i'm gonna delve too deep into this and do my normal analysis so for now i'll just type up my raw reactions as i'm watching lmao.

the title sequence is fucking stunning, obsessed.

ooh he has a maine coon. rich boy maybe? expensive cat and nice apartment.

i really enjoy that the heartbeat sounds in the elevator scene sound like a heartbeat heard through an ultrasound. very interesting.

but umm. if you're having severe chest pain and trouble breathing please see yourself to the hospital my friend???

oh ok definitely a rich boy, hello fancy car.

AAAAAA BAS, IT'S BAS, LSKJGAI MY LOVE, GOD HE LOOKS SO GOOD

the music in this show is fucking gorgeous but like... also why so dramatic

ok so korn: transport -> investments (secret operation??? tf?) and they want great: university -> transport. got it.

ooh 12:39 okay i see you.

ooh 12:43 ok, 4 minutes, i'm listening.

OH. OH DON'T RUN THO

also like why was there a pedestrian in there???

OH. OK. INTERESTING.

i also hate that great initially ran bc now it's gonna take so much for me to like his char, which i'm sure is the point but still (；′⌒`)

aah. okay. i understand. it seems like she didn't want to do it tho. like yeah maybe suicide but... kinda seemed like suicide under coercion? or some form of intense external pressure.

HOLY SHIT JOB. THEY LET HIM OUT OF THE BE ON CLOUD VAULT. RUN BBY YOU'RE FREE.

HE'S SO THIN??? BBY ARE YOU EATING OKAY? i mean good for him if it was healthy and what he wanted tho.

this other doctor is so fucking hot tho who the fuck are you sir god DAMN. jaw for days.

ooh those dark spots on the ultrasound look like internal bleeding.

OH I'M SO SEXY AND SMART.

sexy doctor why shifty eyed??? i have a weird feeling about him. ok his name is tyme. as of rn we do not trust tyme.

more gorgeous music tho.

oh don't twirl your scissors like a douche.

he's got dead eyes and not much for facial expressions, he's freaking me out.

ew you don't even know your patient's name??? I DO NOT LIKE HIM SAM I AM, I DO NOT LIKE TYME EGGS AND HAM.

ok i dont like tyme but i WOULD like to see him and job's character fuck nasty. i am not immune to yaoi propaganda.

GOD BAS IS SO HOT I CAN'T GET OVER IT. I'VE MISSED HIM SO FUCKING MUCH. i love bible a lot but bas is everything to me. i used to reblog the same picture of him everyday. that's my sweet cheese, my good time boy, my rotten soldier.

oh i don't like this set up tho. this feels human trafficky. or like a no way in no way out. mmmm baby what do y smell is it death? OH LMAO IT'S GAMBLING. same thing kinda.

korn seems sensitive to smells, or maybe just smoke. he's just like me fr.

oooh curly hair girl isn't here to gamble, she's here for info of some kind.

OH BOYFRIEND TIME. OHHH OH I GET TO SEE BAS KISS MEN. LIKE I KNEW BC I SAW THE GIFS WHEN IT FIRST STARTED BUT UGH. I WAS NOT PREPARED. FUCK HE'S SO HOT. I CAN'T FUCKING DO THIS. HELP.

the fact that he opens up to his boyfriend and talks about his troubles as much as he reasonably can o(T ▽ To)

oh my god get OFF HIM there's no way your refractory period is that short.

not a huge fan of how korn came over, dumped his issues, had sex, and left tho. not great.

obsessed with this asymmetrical collar of great's shirt tho.

yeah i do love that no one fucking asks if great is ok, how he's doing, etc. he just went through something horribly traumatic and he could've been hurt, like. yuck. and his mom seems sweet but the fake sweet, like saccharine.

ooh why does his watch say 11:00??? something's gonna happen, huh.

fuck bas has an fantastic ass. i know we saw it but it somehow looks even better in those pants, my god.

7:13...

ugh i love brothers that can only be (mostly) themselves around each other. i really hope that's the direction this is going. two gorgeous gorgeous men on my screen, just an absolute feast for my eyes.

omg wait. wait. korn doesn't like the smell of cigarettes and he doesn't want great smoking. is there cigarette trauma? or does his dislike of cigarettes come from his concern for his brother's health?

OH facial expressions from tyme!! what a little grandma's boy.

11 am....

exploring the psychological depths of near-death experiences. the '4-minutes' phenomenon.

INCHRESTING. was manee coerced into suicide by someone trying to obtain a real time test subject for this phenomenon???

ooh he took the stairs today.

4th floor... 1:10 (13:10)... room 4... 1:11 (13:11)... ran into tyme outside room 1... at 1:14 (13:14)...

so in theory is each cardiac event he's suffering technically a near-death moment which is triggering the 4 minutes phenomenon where he has an out of body moment where he can see future events???

oooh he ran into him again. perhaps to show some things are simply inevitable?

damn the end sequence is gorgeous too.

fuck. i might be obsessed. uh oh.

god damn it sammon, you got me again.

wait so back to when it was 7:13pm... 19:13... 9+1=10, 3+1=4 so more 1s and 4s ₍ ˶•̀⤙•˶ ₎ hmmm

idk if i'm cooking or burning the kitchen down but i'm excited to find out

#oat reacts #4 minutes #4 minutes the series #tymegreat #bible wichapas #bas asavapatr #job yosatorn #fuaiz thanawat #jes jespipat

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issa-pheonyx · 11 months ago

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Can you write a scenario where Smoke comforts their s/o who goes through insecurities?

𝗦𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿. 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝗮𝗻𝘂𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝟴 (𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟-), 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘂𝗽 𝗺𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝗯𝗼𝘅 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘅. 𝗜 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺. 𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗯~

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

-That is literally his reaction when you mention something you are insecure about like: "I'm sorry? Be fucking for real right now🤨"

-On a serious not tho, he would be disappointed. Specifically, more of a dumbfounded response, because first of all he was down right bad for you. No matter the beauty and flaws that you may not see from his perspective he still looks at you with such admiration

-He would give you a sad puppy eye look like :( because like why? Why would you say those things? Please, don't do that. His eyes show his expression of concern, confusion, and heartbreak. All he could do was hold your hand tightly and stare at you. "Please...please, don't. It hurts me to hear you say those things about yourself. Let alone an enemy for me to protect you by ending them. I don't want to be the one to do that to you."

-His words of affirmations and affections were comforting, loving, and warm. He would stare at you lovingly without you noticing, gentle touches, and his sweet words make you melt into a puddle. He adds bit more passion more energy after the insecurities from catching you despising something about yourself from the way you look in the mirror. If not he would overhear talking about yourself on whatever feature(s) makes you disgusted that you wish it would have looked better. He knows you will not reject his love, because never in any person in his life made him so happy

-He was honestly excited and relieved when you accepted him (much to your surprise he chose you...as you should), plus he would lowkey envy his brother, Scorpion, who is married and witnessing the tender love they share, he wishes one day it will happen to him next. Which it did and he never felt so much joy and love in his life. He wants to be the man and future husband to you. Yes, he looks up to Scorpion a lot, but in the end he wants to be his own person too and to be someone's protector

-He encourages you to be accepting of your flaws/insecurities that can not be easily removed. But, if it can he wants to help you. He wants to be your number one fan and don't take it the wrong way. Smoke just wants to make sure you don't feel alone on this journey. Not every little thing in life you're suppose to do alone and he wants to be the guy to be there for you, because you did that for him

-There are times he times he notices how you bottle up your emotions and frustrations. Even if you snap at him that you're okay or to leave you alone he is not going to. He will literally stand there like "I'm not going anywhere, (Y/N)🧍🏻" and you would just have to give in and talk. Smoke would hold you in a bear hug and tells you everything is going to be okay as you sob it out. "You have helped me with my troubles of my loss of family...so, I'm going to help you reconnect with yourself until I see you smile everyday like when I first saw you~"

-Honestly, girl this is the man. He is the ideal (relax I know Smoke is not everyone's taste...I can have him ya'll can take everyone else LMAO-) man of boyfriend material, husband material, gentleman material-you know name it. Like ugh he is so sweet and so fucking cute. Okay, I am off topic, but in the end he is just a sweetheart and be giving you those doe eyes when he sees you (UGGH IMAGINE THO LIKENSOJBDFJBA)

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣

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ineffabildaddy · 11 months ago

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Hi sam! since the new year is approaching rapidly, i wanted to ask my favorite creators (that includes you! your fics and your posts delight me) how they look back on their 2023 tumblr year and which blogs made them happy to be here. i am very happy to follow you and hope you'll have a great 2024! 💘

hi!!! thank you so so much for this, a few months ago i couldn't even imagine being so active in the tumblr community again, let alone anyone's favourite anything!!!!

i've been very fortunate to receive the warmest of welcomes back to tumblr after a 7-year absence, and i've received so much support for my writing (and my shitposts lol) that this whole experience of finally joining the good omens fandom has genuinely given me a newfound confidence in my creative self, and in myself as a whole💙

in terms of the blogs that make me happy to be here... they are many!!! i shall put the rest of this post under the cut

@raining-stars-somewhere-else thank you for being my first go friend and now one of my closest buddies!!! i can't wait for us to finally write that fic together (lol) and for us to get up to some irl london shenanigans at some point✨ ur hilarious and kind and so correct about literally everything and i love u. literally everyone needs to read ur posts bc they're so well-thought out and unique. also your fics are really moving and human (even though they're about crowley and aziraphalekldfjgjl) and i adore them

@sad-chaos-goblin we literally just Get Each Other, same brain and all, and i absolutely love it!!! i couldn't ask for a better horny consultant bc after all it is Our Pornography™. you're also just an extremely understanding, open and lovely person, not to mention very fun and exciting to be friends with hehe. ur headcanons are so fucking interesting (and sometimes sad, how dare u do this to me) and i'm looking forward to hearing more when u eventually get round to writing all those fics you've got ideas for<3

@foolishlovers i'm really really happy we've got to know each other better over the past couple weeks!!!!! your xmas fic is one of my absolute favourite fics ever and i'm in awe with your skill and craft, i hope to write something as well-rounded and enjoyable as that someday<3 also you're one of my favourite posters, so fucking funny and u just make points left right and centre. i hope we can share our writing and our thoughts about life in general more in 2024!!!

@crowleyslvt i'm very happy i barged my way into your dms to be horny on main bc i definitely wouldn't've explored half the things i've explored in my writing if not for our discussions and your encouragement!!! i absolutely love talking writing and sexy headcanons with you, but above that i love that i'm now mates with such a talented, considerate, hilarious kiwi lad. i am honoured to be one of the little guys in ur phone who gets to hype up u as an exceedingly great porn writer but also as a legend in general

@voluptatiscausa no one understands my feralness for michael sheen like you do. i can go batshit insane in the dms over ms and dt with u and that space is important to me dlgkljdgldfjgl. i'm really glad i started reading ur writing this year bc it's very enjoyable, but it's also healing for me as a person who's [whispers] a traumatised and cripplingly shy person in terms of sex lmao. thank you for bestowing it upon ao3, and by extension, upon me!!!! also tho, you're a really nurturing and interesting friend to have, not to mention a Very Cool one so continue to be that pls and thanks

@bowtiepastabitch i've felt very honoured to hear about parts of your life as you share them with me - Knowing The Lore is so important to me and i'm humbled that you've trusted me with some of the stuff that's been happening in your world<3 on another note, your fanart may be quick but it's never shitty, it's always so expressive and fun and gets my brain Thinking Thoughts. i can't express how wonderful it was when you made a wee bit of fanart for one of my fics, and i hope i continue to see ur creativity shine✨

thank you to my favourite blogs for Existing Throughout 2023 (some of whom i know i can call friends, and the rest of whom i'd like to call friends in the future!!!) @sabotage-on-mercury @crowleys-bentley-and-plants @ineffableigh @celestialcrowley @queer-reader-07 @crowleyraejepsens @teddybearbutchh @crowleyholmes @ineffable-rohese @createserenity @quoththemaiden @procrastiel @sentientsky @genderqueer-hippie @beelzzzebub @lineffability @fellshish @greenthena @brainwormcity @opscuritas @tangerine-ginger @iammyownproblematicfave @crikey01 @crawley-fell @vroomvroomwee @bildads-shoes @shoemakerobstetrician @romansmartini @wraithee

i know i'll have forgotten people so i'll add em as i remember em hehehehe

#kinda good omens #personal #asks #ineffabildaddy

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problematicraccoon · 5 months ago

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I WANNA TALK ABOUT MY SKZ DR AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

heres a lore dump

MKAY so in this reality im gonna be in a polycule situation with the entirety of stray kids (shut up i know im an interdimentional whore), but hwen i first shift there, we're still just friends.

some details about me in that dr is that my name is Alyssa Kolanko, im 23, im in a dance crew thats world renowned with Emmy (the youtuber) Beomhan (our boi) Ryan (hellyxryan) and Ravon (also youtuber), we're all best friends (ive been besties with Ravon since we were teenagers growing up together in ohio, then we both moved to Georgetown, Washington for college and to join the dance crew Ultraviolet)

dance crews are treated like kpop groups are in my cr. we're signed to entertainment companies' dance group divisions, have fanchants, fandoms, light sticks, stadium tours, music videos (where we do dance covers of songs and have cool visuals to go with it). if you guys have any ideas as to what our fandom name should be, i'd appreciate it, i cant come up with jack shit lmao.

i lived with Ravon in a cool loft apartment in Georgetown for four years, ever since we moved when we were 19, and now that we're 23, he's decided he wants to live with his boyfriend of two years, Carter (also youtuber from my cr), and i offered to move out so they could have the loft.

i've known the boys of SKZ since i was 21 and they came to see us perform at a dance festival (a type of concert where a bunch of dance crews come and perform at a stadium or concert hall)

as i've been a youtuber since i was like 15 in this reality, i grew a large following and the guys (skz) have been watching my videos since the beginning.

we quickly become friends after we meet, and become very close over the next few years. they fall head over heels in love with me lmao. i love living in fanfiction. ANYWAY.

now that Ravon and Carter are moving in together, i needed to find somewhere else to live. i expressed to the guys in our gc that i wasnt looking forward to living alone, as i love to live with my friends, and they suggested i move in with them since they're just getting ready to have a house built for them. i agree, and we all work together to build our dream house.

when i spawn in, it'll be the day before i fully move into the house with the guys. my besties (the members of UV) all come to me and Ravon's loft to spend the night and help me pack. then, the following day, the guys come and help pile my stuff into our cars and we head off to our house, where (since its totally empty) we'll lay out blankets and pillows in the unfurnished living room to have a big sleepover until we can get our bedrooms sorted out. i am very scared of living with eight other people btw T0T and it's stray kids for christ sake???? its gonna be so fucking LOUD

OH OH AND I HAVE A CAT. SHES AN ORANGE TABBY AND SHES VERY SWEET AND STUPID AND RUNS INTO WALLS AND HER NAME IS MINKA. SHES 2 AND I ADOPTED HER WHEN SHE WAS JUST A KITTEN <3 minho is absolutely OBSESSED with her

and im besties with Brittany Broski because i adore her she is everything to me i would lay down my life for her

and as for my backstory; very tragic, kinda personal, wont share much about that. but all that you need to know is that my parents were shitty, and my aunt Isla (the same one from my better childhood dr, face claim Daphne Zuniga) saved me and my younger brother Eric (eric lloyd) and took us to Ohio from Poland to raise us when i was 13. she also has a son, who's technically my cousin, but i consider him my big brother and he considers me and eric his little siblings. his name is brandon, and his face/personality claim is Brandon Farris (hes a HILARIOUS youtuber, highly recommend him)

so yeah- theres alot more lore in this dr, its definitely my most detailed one, so i might make another post explaining more lmao.

#shiftblr #shifting community #shifting reality #reality shifting #shifting #anti shifters dni #shifting blog

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tolietpaperdreams · 21 days ago

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Warned You Chapter 6 (Shawnter)

Omg 500 years later and I'm finally back with another chapter lmao. Thank you guys sm for your patience and understanding, I'm finally feeling back in the swing of things, so the next chapter should be up sooner rather than later. Hope you enjoy <33

That's me in the middle bc these two are kicking my ass emotionally 🙂

Shawn woke up with his face smushed into Hunter’s back. He’d slept so hard that he almost forgot where he was when he finally opened his eyes and came to. Hunter was warm and cozy, the bigger man was a furnace and Shawn always wanted to curl as close as possible to him.

Touch was Shawn’s favorite way of expressing his love. For a while, it was all he knew how to do, but now it was just a preference. Talking was never easy, but it was getting easier. And waking up next to his favorite person every day made it worth it.

He was in a good mood considering the fun he had yesterday as well as the night prior. Owen probably had something crazier in mind for them to do today, and honestly, Shawn was all for it. The youngest Hart brother was easily becoming a confidant for him.

As Shawn cozied up to Hunter a little bit more, he thought about how much he would miss his partner being home. Not that he liked that Hunter was injured, absolutely not. But the thought of the bed being empty now made his chest tighten.

Shoo-ing those thoughts away, Shawn nuzzled his face into Hunter’s back. It was still early, and the plan was for Shawn and Hunter to workout together today, so as far as he was concerned, he had no reason to get up until they both decided to.

Eventually, Shawn dozed off again until he could feel his partner shifting around.

“Good morning,” Hunter’s voice was deep and silky, just the way Shawn liked it.

Shawn lifted his head and looked over Hunter’s shoulder, “Morning, how'd you sleep?”

“Better with you curling up next to me,” Hunter smirked and turned to pull Shawn into his chest.

Shawn let out a satisfied hum as he nuzzled into him. No matter how much Hunter tried to be menacing, to Shawn, he was just a big teddy bear.

Hunter gently scratched at Shawn’s scalp, relaxing him even more. He had been in such a better mindset since yesterday, he just hoped it would last.

“What’s the plan for today?” Hunter asked, closing his eyes again.

“Not sure,” Shawn lifted his head to look at the bedside clock briefly, “It’s still pretty early.”

“I wouldn’t be upset if that means I get another round of what I had last night,” Hunter lifted Shawn’s chin with a finger.

“Oh really?” Shawn couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face, “I’m sure we can make that work.”

Hunter was about to respond when a noise from outside of their bedroom startled them.

“Not sure how our guests would feel about that,” Shawn rolled his eyes and moved to get up, “I’ll go see what’s up. It’s probably Owen breaking our toaster.”

Hunter chuckled a little, “He’s not that destructive.”

“We’ll see,” Shawn snickered as he threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, “Coffee?”

“Yes please,” Hunter replied as he got comfy in the bed again.

Shawn left the room and headed for the kitchen, he didn't actually expect anyone else to be awake given the hour, but he stopped once he heard voices from the kitchen.

“What am I supposed to do? Just suck it up?” Bret said in a low tone.

Shawn assumed both of the Hart brothers had gotten up beforehand and were wreaking some kind of havoc in the kitchen, but the conversation seemed tense.

“I don't know,” Owen answered, his voice less hushed than his brother’s, “Talk to him?”

“There’s no point,” Bret said in a huff.

Interest peaked, Shawn decided to stay hidden from view so he could catch on to what the conversation was about. There was a stretch of silence before Owen continued.

“You can't keep everything bottled up, this is how you ended up in this mess.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” Bret snapped in response, both of their volume still barely above a whisper, “Clearly, I wouldn't get what I want.”

What he wants? What could Bret be whining about now? He already had what he wanted as far as Shawn was concerned.

Owen kept trying, “I'm not saying you would, I'm just saying you'd probably feel better.”

“Oh my God, Owen,” Bret groaned, “Are you friends with all your exes?”

This was definitely not a conversation Shawn was supposed to be hearing. Part of him told him to run and jump back into bed with Hunter; that's where safety was, but the other half, the dumber half, insisted that he stay and listen.

Owen spoke louder than he meant to, “You’ll never be able to let go of your feelings for Shawn if you pretend they don't exist, Bret.”

Oh no.

Shawn felt his gut twist and his chest tighten; it was suddenly hard to breathe. He leaned against the wall, trying to digest what he just heard.

“Will you shut up? Their room is right there!” Bret’s tone was pinched as he scolded his little brother.

“Sorry, sorry,” Owen quieted down, “All I’m saying is that this is never going to end if you don't talk to him.”

“So that he can just laugh in my face? I told you, it’s pointless,” Bret sounded almost sad.

Before Shawn could gather himself and plan his escape, he was met with Bret coming around the corner. The brunette’s eyes widened at the sight of him, and Shawn quickly pushed himself away from the wall.

“Shawn-” Bret’s voice tremored.

He couldn't speak, he couldn't breathe. There were so many thoughts going through his mind all at once it felt like his world was caving in.

“I-” Shawn swallowed, unable to say anything.

Owen quickly appeared, having heard the chaos from in the kitchen, “Shit- Hey Shawn,” he tried to sound normal like they weren't just talking about something monumental.

The look on Bret’s face was one that Shawn had only seen once before. It was the look he made backstage after the Screwjob; It was hurt and confusion.

Bret stepped towards him but he quickly backed up, “Listen-”

He couldn't handle it anymore, Shawn turned and headed to the bedroom as fast as he could. Abandoning any thought of coffee or breakfast, trivial things were far from his mind now. As soon as he was in the room he saw that Hunter had fallen back asleep. Oh God, how would he tell him?

The bathroom was the only place to hide as Shawn tried to calm his racing heart. He splashed water on his face from the sink and prayed this was just some sort of bad dream. Not knowing what to do or where to go, he sat on the edge of the tub and put his head in his hands.

***

“Shawn?” Hunter’s voice was muffled through the bathroom door, “Babe, you've been in there awhile. You okay?”

Some time had passed. Shawn had no idea how long he’d been in the bathroom, maybe it had only been thirty minutes, maybe an hour. He didn't know and he didn't care.

How was he going to tell Hunter what he’d learned? Should he even tell him at all? Bret must have come up with some elaborate ruse to convince Hunter that they were friends just to get close to Shawn.

That thought alone made him furious. It didn't matter how many arguments or sleepless nights he had, no one fucked with Hunter. It didn't matter who it was.

He quickly tried to think of some sort of excuse and cleared his throat, “Yeah, just thought I'd do some- uh- some cleaning before you got up.”

Hunter opened the door, his hair was wild and he still had a sleepy look on his face, “You were taking a while in the kitchen, I didn't mean to fall back asleep.”

“That’s okay,” Shawn stood, his tone on edge.

He’d been hunched over so long he’d forgotten how badly his back was going to ache now. Hunter looked around the bathroom, there was clearly a lack of cleaning supplies out. It was practically impossible to get anything past the man, Shawn didn't know why he even tried.

“Something wrong?” Hunter asked, moving from the doorway.

Shawn tried to think of something quick, “Just- moving slow, I guess.”

That wasn’t technically a lie, but he just didn’t have the energy to talk about what had transpired yet. Shawn could barely gather his own thoughts, let alone explain to his partner what was going on.

“You still wanna hit the weights together?” Hunter asked.

Shawn quickly shook his head, “I think um- I think I need to workout alone today. I just want to see what I can do by myself.”

He hoped that made sense to his partner, that it would appeal to his competitive nature.

Though Hunter could clearly see that there was more to the story than Shawn was letting on, he gave Shawn a look and moved on, “Okay… I’m gonna get in the shower then.”

Shawn was grateful for his partner’s lack of questions, “Right.”

He moved to brush by Hunter, but the bigger man stopped him with a gentle hand on his shoulder, “Be careful.”

Chewing on the inside of his cheek, Shawn nodded and left the room.

Owen was pacing in the hallway when Shawn exited the bedroom, “How long have you been here?”

“Twenty minutes- thirty maybe? I don’t know, but we have to talk,” Owen looked stressed, more stressed than Shawn had ever seen him.

“You think?” Shawn responded, his voice slightly louder than he intended.

He didn’t need to worry about whispering with Hunter in the shower, but the principal still stood.

“You haven’t told Hunter yet have you?” Owen stopped his pacing and grabbed Shawn’s shoulders.

Shawn fought the urge to yank away from the blonde’s touch, “No, I haven’t told him. But if I had, it wouldn’t be any of your business.”

Bret had been lying the entire time. He was never friends with Hunter, he was only using him to get closer to Shawn. Why he would want that? Shawn had no idea; after everything that had happened, Bret shouldn’t want anything to do with him. Still having feelings for Shawn was another thing entirely.

“I get that- but just don’t tell him yet,” Owen was pleading.

“Why shouldn’t I? Your brother has been deceiving both of us this entire time, he doesn’t give a shit about Hunter’s concussion,” Shawn spat.

“That’s not true,” Owen stepped back, “He’s not that kind of person.”

“How do I know you haven’t been in on it the entire time either?”

It truly hurt his heart to say that. Shawn was starting to see the youngest Hart as a friend, something he didn’t have a lot of. The hurt look on Owen’s face showed him exactly how much his words stung.

“You think I would’ve let Bret come here if I’d known?”

That made sense, the Harts were not people to make rash decisions, but that didn’t change the frustration and confusion Shawn was feeling. It was all just too much.

Shawn sighed, hoping he hadn't upset Owen too much, “I don’t know what to do.”

“Me neither,” Owen’s shoulders slumped and he let go of Shawn, “Bret wants to leave, but I told him it would look bad. I don't know what he was thinking.”

It would’ve been pretty easy to come up with some sort of excuse, but Shawn understood where Owen was coming from. Unfortunately, he’d probably be forced to do what he’d been avoiding this entire time. Shawn felt his stomach sink as the feeling set in; he’d talk to Bret. About everything, or at least, he’d try.

“Is there any way you can distract Hunter while I talk to your brother?” Shawn asked with resignation in his tone.

“I can try, I make a mean protein pancake,” Owen tried to sound optimistic as he gestured down the hall, “He’s upstairs.”

“Thanks,” Shawn gave Owen a pat on the shoulder as he walked past.

Shawn hesitated as he made his way up the stairs. He had no idea what he was going to say to Bret, confrontation wasn't his strong suit, even though he’d done it quite a bit in the past. Mentally, Shawn was so exhausted from the situation that part of him wanted to pretend he never heard it, but that wouldn't fix anything.

He could hear movement in the guest room as he got closer, if he stopped now, he could turn around and bail, but that righteous voice that wanted to fix things in the back of his head urged him on.

The guest room door was half open as Shawn peaked in. Bret’s clothes were scattered haphazardly throughout the room, suitcase on the bed. If he was determined to leave, he certainly wasn't going about it in an organized way. Bret was sitting on the side of the bed facing away from the entrance.

Shawn didn't want to waste any more time and lightly rapped against the door. Bret turned quickly, almost as if he was spooked out of his thoughts. He didn't say anything as he slowly stood and faced Shawn, his expression was grim.

“Shawn-” Bret started.

“Don’t,” Shawn held up a hand and stepped further into the room, “Just let me say what I have to say…

Please.”

It was the only way Shawn could think to get his point across. He didn't want to yell or fight, he just wanted Bret to listen.

“You made Hunter think he was your friend-”

Bret tried to interrupt, “That’s not-”

“Just listen, Bret. Please,” Shawn pleaded as he closed the door behind him. He tried to keep his voice level, “I’m not sure what you thought coming here would accomplish, but if you wanted to make me feel stupid, then you succeeded.”

Insult aside, he continued, “I know you're not a bad person, and I know that I hurt you. But I can't just stand here and let you do the same thing to Hunter. He's not the bad guy here.”

Shawn wasn't sure if what he was saying made sense, he wanted it to be about himself as little as possible, but it didn't look like there was an easy way to go about that.

“Do you really think I would do that?” Bret gave Shawn a look like he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

“I don't know. I haven't talked to you in forever, how do I know you don't have ulterior motives?” Shawn crossed his arms, wanting to be as shut off from the conversation as possible.

“Do I need to remind you how we ended up in this mess in the first place?” Bret furrowed his brow, his patience thin.

No, he didn't. Shawn knew exactly how they got to where they were, and he knew that it was entirely his fault. Their relationship had already been on its downfall at the time, but The Screwjob was the catalyst that set everything aflame.

“This isn't about Hunter,” Bret carried on, “He’s my friend. I'm here because I care about him and we work well together. What you heard…”

He trailed off, but Shawn finished for him, “What? It was just a coincidence? Please, I'm not stupid.”

Bret scoffed, “God you're impossible to talk to, always have been.”

Typical Bret, immediately on the defensive. Why talk about the real reason all this was happening; when the remorse and anger could be pushed somewhere else?

“At least, I'm trying to change,” Shawn snapped back, “The only reason you're here is because I wanted to make things right.”

“Of course it is. Because you can’t sleep at night with all that weight on your shoulders,” Bret rolled his eyes, “You’re not sorry. You just want a clear conscience.”

Shawn’s eyes widened at that. Is that how Bret saw it? He couldn't see how truly sorry Shawn was? Yes, Shawn did want a clear conscience, but that didn't mean he wasn't mournful. He didn't want to make things right just to be done with it, he wanted to make things right because it was the right thing to do. Because he hurt people, and it took breaking his back to see how wrong he was.

Pain for pain. If this was Shawn’s karma, he should just deal with it. Suffer through it, but he knew that wasn't the correct answer. He just didn't understand how Bret could say such cruel things and still claim to have feelings for him. There was a sadness in Bret’s eyes that only Shawn knew he could see, and he pushed away the part of him that wanted to fix that. Bret’s emotions were his own to handle.

Shawn finally spoke after a long stretch of silence, “I wish you could see that I am, but I won't beg you for forgiveness.”

Bret didn't respond right away, he simply took in Shawn’s words and sighed.

“I won’t tell Hunter… yet,” Shawn added, “But he has to know at some point. If you leave now, he’ll have questions.”

At that, Shawn stepped out of the room and left Bret to his own devices. Whatever the Hitman decided now, was up to him. That conversation was far from over, but it was all Shawn could handle before he felt himself beginning to lock up.

***

The rest of the day was awkward. There was nothing to do and Shawn, as usual, was restless. He debriefed Owen on his conversation with Bret after going back downstairs, but that was it. They hadn’t come to a proper solution.

Everyone was to keep their mouths shut until Shawn decided to tell Hunter. Maybe he’d wait til the Harts were gone or maybe he’d say ‘fuck it’ and just light the impending fire.

Despite his back, Shawn lifted heavy that day and now he was paying the price for it. He considered downing an extra pill or two, or ‘going for a drive’ and hitting the closest bar he could find, but ultimately, his pride wouldn’t let him. Bret’s hurtful words still lingered in his mind, how the brunette thought he wasn’t truly sorry. It pissed Shawn off and if anything, made him more determined to prove the other man wrong.

Hunter, bless his heart, was none the wiser to the transgressions of that morning. Shawn was certain that his partner would see right through Shawn’s walls, he always had in the past. Maybe Hunter was so tired of all of it that he was just pretending that everything was fine.

Despite their awkward encounter in the bathroom, Hunter must have noted it as one of Shawn’s moods and moved on. If there was an awkwardness in the air, then Owen had been the saving grace. His chipper demeanor and overall optimism outshined Shawn and Bret’s ornery attitudes, thank God.

“I’m bored,” Owen whined, having flipped through the channels on the TV a good three times.

“You don’t have to be here, you know that right?” Bret griped from the opposite side of the room.

“Can we go out?” Owen took a look at his watch, ignoring his brother, “It’s almost seven, we’ve done nothing all day.”

“I don’t drink,” Hunter pipped in, he opened his mouth to continue but stopped, not wanting to speak for his partner.

Shawn picked up on Hunter’s hesitation, “I don’t drink anymore, at least, not for now.”

He earned a raised brow from Bret, the older man looking slightly surprised at what he had heard.

“We don’t have to go drinking,” Owen added, the younger Hart was clearly not used to being idle, “We could go out to eat or something.”

Bret scoffed, “As if Kayfabe isn’t dead enough. Shawn and I being seen in the same place would give Vince an aneurysm.”

The more Shawn thought about it, the more Owen made sense. Despite the fun he had with Owen at the Halloween store yesterday, it seemed like they were limited on things they could do outside of the house.

Four pro wrestlers cooped up in a house with no outlet, besides a few weights in the garage, was a spell for disaster. And considering the way things were already going, it couldn’t get much worse.

“Poker?” Hunter looked around for any opposition, “I have some old Cubans for special occasions too.”

Gambling and smoking? Shawn was certainly not opposed to giving into his lesser-tapped vices, but he honestly had never played a single hand while sober. Maybe he’d actually win for once.

“I’m down,” Owen’s eyes lit up, “What’s the pot?”

“Fifty to start,” Shawn scratched his chin, “Winner of the first round picks the next.”

“Cheapskate,” Bret huffed, “Get ready to lose.”

“I don’t need to win,” Shawn gave a sly look to his partner, “I just need Hunter to.”

***

“Four hundred dollars?!” Shawn cried in horror as he watched Owen gather all the bills in the middle of the table and pull them towards him.

“You can always win it back,” Owen offered, glee in his voice.

Shawn looked to Hunter, “Four hundred dollars…”

“What am I supposed to do? You got cocky!” Hunter gestured to the cards scattered around the table, “I didn’t know Owen was good at poker.”

“Why do you think I was playing it safe?” Bret added with a laugh.

Shawn was in disbelief, “That’s what you always do, I just assumed you sucked at poker.”

“He’s gotta be cheating,” Hunter pointed in Owen’s direction, his accusation wasn’t serious, but there was agony in his voice, “No one beats me.”

“Well I just did,” Owen grinned and held out his hand, “It was the whole pot and the rest of your cigars I believe?” He made a grabbing motion with his hand.

“I might actually cry,” Hunter said in anguish as he watched his money vanish before his eyes and forked over his beloved case of Cuban cigars.

It wasn't like any of them were hurting for money, the good thing about their line of work was once it paid off, it really paid off. Shawn, Hunter, Bret, and Owen were all top performers no matter what company they performed in, but losing a big game of poker definitely took a shot at their pride.

Shawn knew he wouldn't win, so he wasn't surprised at all when his initial fifty dollars were blown. He had one of the worst poker faces known to the game, but watching Hunter get pummeled by Owen was like watching a warrior fall in battle. Hunter had very few vices, but he always seemed to luck out when it came to cards. His luck had unfortunately run out.

As Owen dealt out the next round, Shawn couldn't help but think about what was to come. He couldn't stay grounded in the moment and enjoy time with his partner and guests; not when one of those guests was staring him down like a target. Bret’s face was impossible to read, and even though they were supposed to be enjoying each other’s company, the awkwardness of the morning lingered.

Shawn felt his palms grow sweaty and inched his chair closer to Hunter.

“Hey, no looking,” Hunter pulled his cards toward his chest, oblivious to Shawn’s current state of anxiety.

The whole situation wasn't fair to anyone involved, Shawn wanted-no, needed to say something to his partner. Keeping Hunter out of the loop would only make things worse. But how would he react knowing that he willingly invited someone into his house who still had feelings for Shawn? It was easy for Owen to act nonchalant because at the end of the day, none of this was his problem.

It was better not to cause a scene, he’d tell Hunter in private.

As the evening went on Shawn did his best to keep up a facade, but every time he made eye contact with Bret, a mixture of emotions would punch him in the gut. The worst part about it was that he couldn't identify the feeling; it wasn't anger or hatred, but he wished it was. It leaned more toward understanding and ultimately, fear.

Fear that once Bret was gone this time, he’d be out of Shawn’s life for good.

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