#always rhe loser freak

[failbrothers]

is it normal to need to talk to someone every single day even tho theyre avoidantly attached and feel like theyre forcing themselves to talk to u when they do but u actually want to d!e when they dont talk to u for days. so like what now do we both just die

[kuyatecallate]

Homemade Broodals:

Behold!

I wanted an excuse to draw Broodals without actually drawing them lmao (so disrespectful smh) and I was especially hung up on the fact that they live on the freakin' moon! BRO THEY'RE ALIENS-

*ahem* so here are my broodals at home: Kill Bill, Sans Undertale and Squid Game

(Further deets) so first up is Marv'n; he's always hungry, has an endless well of optimism and likes to crack jokes---bad ones. If not for his voice, he could easily be mistaken for a girl with his affinity for playing dress-up.

Then there's Benoit; rhe comon sense of the group. Hard to tell what he's thinking since he rarely talks, and when he does? Purely in French, though he understands his coworkers just fine. Has a tendency to just spawn/despawn outta thin air without a sound.

And lastly, Darby! My adorable little loser who's been cursed with the shittiest luck known to man. He's in a permanent state of stress and will go above and beyond to make sure his job is done right. He's meticulous and a bit of a control freak, but the other two are more than happy to let him lead the charge. Oh yeah, the one thing maintaining his sanity is Irish coffee.

Ah yeah, unrelated, but they're from Larissa, Fenrir and Hydra respectively. No I did NOT go researching random moons, where would you get that idea-

Throwaway screencaps:

Marv's palette was pretty up in the air at first; whilst I think the left one is stronger, I wanted to stay true to my og sketches where his fur was a darker shade than his hair. Not a design feature I see much of ngl.

Also originally they all shared a green-ish colour palette. Who knew deciding a colour for 'space delivery men' could be this tricky? Sure, I shot myself in the foot giving them all boiler suits at first, but thankfully I had the sense to do some sliiiight shape alterations here n there. Ben's jacket has definitely the best choice I ever made lmao.

[taegyuun]

enhypen picking their s/o up from a study session

genre: fluff

pairing: enhypen x reader

word count: 1.3k+

resquest: hello, may i request enhypen's reaction when you call for them to pick you up from school after studying with your friends 👉👈. not gonna lie, i imagine the friends being like "WOAH that's your boyfriend?" when they finally show to pick you up.

note: hey! i hope this is enough i kinda got carried away with some of them

♡ — LEE HEESEUNG

so you were studying math with 2 other friends... gross.

but what can you do

and you see that the clock was reaching a beautiful time of 9:47 pm and realised it was time to hit the road

you take out your phone, telling your friends it was probably time you started heading back

they said they’d wait until your boyfriend came to pick you up to make sure you were safe wow you have great friends

so you message heeseung and you’re like “hey can u pls pick me up from this library” and hes like “yeah give me like 10 mins”

so while you’re waiting your friends are super excited bc theyve never met your boyfriend and mid way through the convo they just stop and stare outside

“hey,,,, y/n i don’t wanna freak you out but i think theres a literal model coming here” and you’re like WAIT wHAT and you turn out and you’re like oh

bc it’s just your boyfriend 😒 LMAOOO JK

and you’re like hey yall that’s my bf 🙄

pls their jaw DROPPED and then heeseung walks in with a pretty smile on his face and hes like “hey darling, ready to go?” while saying a quick hi to your friends

get me a bf like this

rest of the boys under the cut !

♡ — JAY PARK

my goodness the second you text him that you need picking up hes like hell yeah my time to shine

jay doesn’t typically miss with his outfits even if he’s wearing like “loungewear” or whatever like he still looks good

but he makes sure to pull out ALL the good things bc he knows you always look good no matter what and you two just cannot not be the best looking couple

so you’re waiting there talking to your friends as your packing up or whatever AND MY DIEIQOFKKAJF JUST UMAGINE

JAY WALKING THROUGH THOSE DOORS AND EYES SCANNING THE PLACE LOOKING FOR YOU

your friends are freaking out bruh they’re like holy hes drop dead gorgeous and you’re like

y’know hes kinda ugly tho AND THEYRE LIKE ARE YOU INSANE

then they realise what’s going on when he wraps his arm around your shoulder and presses a kiss to your temple, hand reaching down to intertwine your fingers

good lord id pass away

your friends are like a bunch of losers just giggling away between each other after he said a simple hello-

♡ — JAKE SIM

BABY GETS SO EXCITED HES LIKE YES YES YES I GET TO DO BOYFRIEND THINGS

walks in with a bright smile on his face hes like WHERE IS MT BABY but only in his head

sees your friends and politely introduces himself and sends them a little wave

tbh he probably manages to stay for a little chat and just gets to know your friends

hes like “so what were you studying” and then he looks down at your papers and sees it’s physics...

he lets out a sigh and hes like “you could’ve just asked me for help, gorgeous” and you’re like well i didn’t want to leave my friends in the dark

SO RHE SWEETEST BOY EVER SAYS “next time just come over and we can all study together,,, i already know these things i graduated”

your friends are literally infatuated with the boy in a friendly way ofc

they’re like jokingly saying “don’t you dare hurt y/n 😡😡” but they literally love him and know hes the sweetest and best boy

still kinda freaking out over his beauty and just him in general but-

♡ — PARK SUNGHOON

now now your friends already knew sunghoon bc of his ice skating career

what they didn’t know is that you two are together

so it sure as hell was a surprise when they see THE PARK SUNGHOON walk through the doors of some old library

and the fact that he wasn’t looking for a place to study was just.... ejjwfiqkjdownekw

NOW WHEN THEY SEE HIM COMING TOWARDS YALL THEYRE JUST LIKE WOAH WOAH WOAH !!!!

and then hes standing there slightly uncomfortable with your friends eyes just ALL over him and hes like “hey you ready to go?”

their eyes just POP out their skulls like excuse me what

before you leave they’re like y/n pls explain you don’t have to say anything in detail but like a slight explanation on wtf is going on

and you’re like this is my bf haha

now not only are their eyes popped out from their skulls their jaws have also dropped to the ground

they’re like wow i’m so happy for you but also wouldnt be able to recover for a while

still couldn’t believe that park sunghoon is your boyfriend

♡ — KIM SUNOO

he sees the text and hes like ugh not this again

he just really didn’t feel like leaving the comfort and warmth of his living room ok 💀

but hes like i guess i can make a slight change for them 😒

LMAOO NAH HES SECRETLY EXCITED TO PICK YOU UP BC YOUVE TRUSTED HUM WITH THIS BUT HE JUST DOESNT WANT TO ADMIT IT

he walks into the library half frozen bc shiii it’s cold out there rn

and he like storms over to you sligrjlt shudder shouting and hes like

“yah y/n wtf are you doing forcing me to go out in the cold do you realise how cold it is??? and where is your coat??? and your scarf???? god why do you not know how to take care of yourself.... you’re like a child!”

and as hes saying all of this hes unwrapping his scarf from around his neck and pulling it around yours

the whole time he hasnt actually realised your friends are watching all of this unfold with HEART eyes for days like pls they love how aggressively caring he is for you

and then he sighs with his hands on his hips and turns around to finally notice your friends

he gets kinda blushy bc of what just happened and hes like “omg i’m so sorry you did not see that..... anyway i’m sunoo, y/n’s bf!” and he has his prettiest smile on his face and theyre like

AWWWWWW HES SO CUTE

yes. yes he is.

♡ — YANG JUNGWON

tbh you don’t even text him to pick you up hes just like “stay at the library i’ll pick you up once you’re done just message me when” and you’re like THATS MY BABY I LOBE HUM.

so y’know hes like getting ready to leave and what not afyer you text him and during the time that you’re waiting for him

you decide to gush to your friends all about how you have the best boyfriend ever

SO WJEM HE WALKS THROUGH THE DOOR

they’re like “you did not do him enough justice mt GOD”

and he just BLUSHES

he’ll be so blushy bro like bright red but everyone thinks he’s super cute

the librarian probably was like wow what a cute young boy

holds your hand and is like “you sure you’re done? got everything?”

MY GOODNESS HOW DID YOU FIND SUCH A PERFECT BOY HES FIAIFIWKJR

probably waves bye to your friends and asks them if they need a ride too

they watch as he kisses your temple on the way out hes that precious

♡ — NISHIMURA RIKI

hes not going to pick you up

nope.

unless you promise to buy him fish buns on the way out LMAOOO

bruh you probably message him and hes like “ok time to leave” and then continues to lay in bed and scroll through whatever hes on but then he realised what time it is so hes like CRAP

and he runs out the door so when he gets there his hair is messy and he’s very slightly out of breath

your friends are like woah that’s a PRETTY boy and you’re like

bruh hes so annoying he didn’t even want to walk me home 😡😡😡

but he comes up to you and shyly nods at your friends

he doesn’t really do much pda but he does interlock your pinkies together :(((

and as your walking out after saying bye hes whining about the fish buns and about how much he deserves them and you’re like “riki shut up pls” and hes like

“buT YOU PROMISEDDDDDD”

[apparentlynotreallyfinnish]

Prompt: compliment battle turns heated.

A had this whole vision for this prompt and the fic became quite long and slow burny. Thanks for the prompt! ^^

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They were at the Mythical set facing each other. There was a small podium between them with their GMM mugs and their cue cards on top of it. Behind them was a large pink hued banner the art department had painted with bright red cursive: “Compliment Battle”. They were shooting for the Valentine’s Day week and all of the episodes followed a theme of fluffy feelgood. Rhett was leaning against the podium, flipping through his cards. He was buzzing with nervous energy. He tried to convince himself that all of this was just for the show. It wasn’t real, not really. Except it kind of was, his brain rebelled. The writers had been adamant. They’d wanted real stuff, because the fans wanted real stuff. That was the lifeblood of their show, the real moments of their chemistry and friendship. So, it had been decided that they would write the compliments themselves. That way, they would be sincere.

Link looked so relaxed in front of Rhett. He was chatting with Stevie about the next episode. His card stack was untouched. No fidgeting, no nervous energy. Rhett wondered if the task had been easy for him. It should have been easy for Rhett. He loved everything about Link. Well, almost everything, he thought, imagining the horrid sounds his jaw made as he chewed on his cereal. But definitely enough to fill a whole book of compliments. The problem was that he didn’t exactly want to advertise that. His feelings for Link were, to say the least, complicated. It had started slow. When he thought back on it, he mused there might have been early twinges as far back as college. But the realization hadn’t sunk in until about a year ago. And after it had, life had been hard for Rhett.

“Okay, let’s get this show on the road!” Stevie hollered, clapping her hands together. Everyone took their places. Link leaned against the podium and looked at Rhett with a smirk.

“Are you ready to be decimated?” he asked with a wink. Rhett’s knees threatened to buckle under him and he thanked the Lord for the podium. He managed to plaster a somewhat nonchalant smile on his face and answered:

“Nope. Just letting you know now, Neal. You’re going down.��

There was a strange flash in Link’s eyes but his smile didn’t falter. “Oh, don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he said, voice dripping with danger. Rhett felt a heat rising to his neck. He willed the feeling away with a hard swallow. Cameras were rolling.

“Which one of us is going to be the king of compliments?”

“Let’s talk about that!”

Link was explaining the rules to the cameras. They were to say one compliment each while maintaining eye contact and then a panel of crew members would vote whose compliment was better. The one who got to 5 points first would win. The loser would have to write a love letter to the other one that would be published on social media. There was a catch, of course, voted by the Mythical Society. At every round, they had to touch other. The touch points were decided ahead of time and they would find out about them at the start of each round. As Link spoke, Rhett kept fiddling with his cards. The nervous energy was making him curl into himself. He tried to keep his smile up for the cameras, but in his head he was freaking out. It manifested physically too. He was hunching his shoulders, making himself smaller, desperately trying to escape a situation he couldn’t leave from.

The first touch point was revealed to be hands. Rhett let out a small relieved sigh. They’d held hands many times before on the show and it meant their bodies could be far apart. Link quickly took his hands on his own and quibbled something about them being sweaty like always. Rhett awkwardly laughed it off. Link’s eyes were trained on his.

“You grill a mean steak,” Link said with a tiny smirk. Rhett almost laughed out loud. Link was being shady. The statement sounded like an actual complement but Rhett knew what Link was referencing. Just last weekend, Rhett had managed to burn their steaks when he got too wrapped up in a conversation.

“Oh, that is so sweet,” he replied, voice honeyed and sweet. “I like how tidy and neat you are. Makes my life sooo much easier.”

Link pursed his lips together before making a tsk-sound with his tongue. “I’m glad you like it. At least one of us understands the importance of cleanliness.” His answer was as falsely sweet as Rhett’s had been. They let their hands fall and waited for the judgment. Link’s burn wasn’t as obvious to outsiders as Rhett’s so Link got the first point.

Second round’s touch point was elbows. They laughed at the silliness of it before bending their arms and poking their elbows together. Someone made a joke about just the tips touching and there was raucous laughter. It was Rhett’s turn to start.

“You are so good with the children. It’s amazing how easy it is for you to lower yourself to their level,” Rhett said with mock sincerity. Link laughed a hollow laugh and said, “You take direction well. I never have to say anything to you twice.”

Rhett grimaced at him and titterings of laughter broke out amongst the crew. Everyone knew Rhett was often in his head and needed constant repetition and reminding. It was obvious that this round would go to Rhett. He started to wonder if all of Link’s so-called compliments were going to be veiled insults. Rhett’s weren’t and things could get awkward fast if he’d misread the way people wanted the episode to go.

Next round’s touch point was toes. They tried to evade the rule by pushing just one of their feet together but the crew called them out on it and soon they were standing inches apart, all of their toes touching. Link’s breath felt warm on Rhett’s neck and he started to get nervous again. They were so close already. How could he deal with the following rounds? It was bound to get worse. Link wiggled his toes and made Rhett laugh. He looked at his best friend and saw a question in his eyes.

“I’m fine,” he muttered an answer, both thankful and embarrassed for Link’s concern. “It’s your turn. Better make it good this time,” he continued louder.

“I like that you are always prepared for the worst. It means I don’t have to be.”

Rhett nodded. It was almost a compliment. It might have alluded to his propensity to stock up for the upcoming apocalypse but there was something heartfelt about the way Link said it.

“You’re very detail-oriented. I like it because it lets me concentrate on the big picture. It’s nice to have someone who balances you out.”

Link smiled warmly at him. They’d talked about this a lot. It was one of the things that made them work together so well. Link’s eyes shined bright behind his glasses and suddenly, it was hard to breathe. Rhett’s mind took a running start and started to fantasize. If Rhett dipped his head down just a bit, he could kiss Link. He could wrap his arms around him. He could let his hands drop down and grab the back of Link’s thighs and pull him up, make him wrap his legs around his body and take him to the desk as he nibbled his neck and… Rhett jerked back to reality as Link’s elbow sunk into his side. Link’s eyes were on his, looking at him quizzically. Rhett smiled at him shaking his head slightly, trying to convey that he’d just been preoccupied as usual. Rhett was awarded the point for this round too.

Round four had them press their knees together. The position was awkward and Rhett could instantly feel a pinch in his back. He must have made a face, because Link’s brow furrowed with concern.

“You okay there, man?” he asked, voice low.

“Yeah, just…let’s do this one quickly,” Rhett answered and looked at the cameras. “Ready for round four? Okay. Link, I like how comfortable you are with yourself. You don’t care what other people think. You’re just you. Pure and simple.” The uncomfortable position made it impossible to put on an act or a voice. The compliment was sincere and sounded like that too. There were a few awww’s from the crew. Link smiled at him fondly. There was no need to hold hands in this round but Link took Rhett’s hands in his own anyway before saying, “I’m really impressed with your personal growth in these past few years. With the therapy and all. I feel so much more closer to you because of it.”

Rhett swallowed and felt a welling in his tear ducts. Not on camera, please, he pleaded silently with himself. His eyes glazed a bit, but thankfully no actual tears were shed. With a pained grunt, he got up from their hunched positions. They turned to listen to the debate over who got the point. As they stood there, Rhett felt Link’s fingers press against his back and slowly massage the exact spot that pained him. He almost moaned out loud. The relief Link’s skilled fingers brought to him made him melt. His concentration shifted. Everything around him dimmed away and all he felt was those fingers. Equally strong and gentle, Link knew exactly how to touch him. Rhett couldn’t help thinking if his touch would be as perfect on other parts of his body. Mainly the one that was rousing in his boxers right now. He missed the winner of the round.

“It appears we have a tie,” Link smirked at the cameras. The delicious pressure on Rhett’s back vanished with one final caress. He almost whined at the loss. His eyes shot to Link, but Link was looking elsewhere. Fifth round’s touch point was announced with a fanfare: bellybuttons. Rhett swallowed and looked for support in Link’s eyes, but he seemed to be skirting his gaze. They got some laughs as Rhett tried to fold his body down to get their bellies to touch. He ached still but it was mainly from the need to be touched again. When they were positioned correctly, Link finally brought his eyes back to Rhett. Rhett almost stepped back in surprise. Something had changed in Link’s gaze. There was intenseness in it that made Rhett’s stomach flip.

“I love your laugh,” Link simply said. A fire roared in Rhett’s belly. He took a deep breath and tried to remember his line. He couldn’t. His mind was a complete blank. His eyes roamed Link’s features and settled on his hair.

“I….um….I love the gray in your hair. It suits you. Makes you look all distinguished and hot. It also reminds me of all the years we’ve spent together.” The words poured out of him before he could think them through. Hot?! Wait, did he just call Link hot, in front of the crew, on film? Link’s eyes flashed and he stepped back. This time, he kept his distance. Rhett was panicking. He tried to keep it internal, making his face appear playful and fun with a wicked smirk and a wink to the camera. The judge panel was hooting and hollering. Rhett had won the point.

The score was 3 – 2 for Rhett. They went right ahead onto round six. The touch point was chests. Link was stubbornly looking at Rhett’s chin as they pressed their chests together. Rhett was certain Link could feel how hard his heart beat against his ribcage. He was sweating now. His gaze dropped to the point where their bodies touched. He could feel Link’s warmth radiating against him. It was his turn to start but Link was already speaking. Rhett’s eyes snapped up to his.

“Your eyes are gorgeous. It feels like every time I look at them, they’ve changed color. It’s like I get to discover you again every time I look at you,” Link’s voice turned into a whisper at the end of the sentence. Rhett couldn’t help the tiny gasp that broke out of him. It was the most romantic thing Link had ever said to him. He shook his head. No, Link was just playing the game. He wanted to win. Rhett turned to look at the camera.

“Jumping the gun there, Neal. It was my turn to start.”

Link just shrugged and stared at Rhett. His eyes looked strange. Almost glossy.

“You really work hard keeping yourself fit. For a forty-year-old guy, you look damn good,” Rhett said. He could see Link’s Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. Their eyes were glued together. The judge panel was deliberating already, but they hadn’t moved from their touch point position. Link’s right hand rose slowly and his fingers ran along Rhett’s arm, from his bicep down onto his fingertips.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” Link whispered. There was no smirk on his face. No indication that he was joking. Heat coiled into Rhett’s belly. He was glad it was their chests that were touching. It meant their crotch areas were farther apart and there was no way for Link to feel the problem that was still rising in his pants.

“The next touch point is…hips,” Stevie’s voice sounded from the distance. Rhett jerked back from Link.

“Wait, what?” he asked, mouth suddenly dry.

“Hips,” Stevie repeated. “Both hip bones touching, don’t even think about just standing side to side.”

“Who won the last round?” Link asked looking dazed.

“You did. It’s a tie again. On to round seven.”

Rhett was trembling. He evoked every disgusting thought he could to quell his erection. He looked at Link, hoping to get some support. Maybe they could take a break. Link looked as miserable as he did. What if he knew already? A chill ran through Rhett. What if he knew and was disgusted?

“Ahh…Stevie, could we take a little break?” Rhett asked.

“We’re almost done, Rhett. It’s late. We should just push through,” Stevie said voice a bit strained, not even lifting her eyes from her pad. Rhett sighed and looked back at Link who shrugged at him looking agonized. They inched closer. As their bodies touched lightly, Link drew a sharp breath and looked away from the camera. Rhett’s gaze followed him and he read the silent words from Link’s lips: “I’m sorry.” He was confused. Why was Link apologizing?

Link’s hip bones were sharp against Rhett’s. At first, that was all he felt. He tried to breathe evenly, tried to dampen the need to press his throbbing erection hard against Link’s lithe body. Then suddenly, the apology started to make sense. He felt something twitch against him. Link was hard too. Rhett’s eyes whipped to Link’s. Link looked up at him, smiling weakly. Rhett’s mouth was hanging open, his breath coming out in ragged puffs. Link’s cheeks were blotchy red and his hands trembled slightly.

“Any day now, boys,” Stevie prompted. Rhett cleared his throat but Link was faster again.

“I love your legs. How long they are. You look so gangly and sweet. And strong. Like, your thigh muscles make me weak at the knees. I dream about touching you like this,” Link spoke quickly, voice so low Rhett wasn’t certain the mikes could pick it up. As Link spoke, his fingers landed on Rhett’s thighs and made little twirls on the sides of his legs. Rhett bucked into him, pressing their straining cocks against each other. Both of them gasped. Rhett steadied himself by taking a hold of Link’s waist.

“I love how small your waist is. Wrapping myself around you like this makes me feel big. Touching you like this makes me feel all kinds of other things too,” Rhett leaned over to murmur the words into Link’s ear as he was pressing them harder together. Link whined quietly. His hands rose up to Rhett’s shoulders. He grabbed on, like he was hanging on for his dear life. Maybe he was. Rhett felt it too. There was a shift between them. The earth was parting between them and they were stepping into the opening crevice together. Rhett’s stomach dropped and he said loudly:

“Touch point.”

“We haven’t awarded the point ye…” Stevie objected.

“Touch point!”

“Forehead,” Stevie relented.

Rhett pressed his forehead against Link’s. His hands didn’t let go of his waist, though. Link was squirming slightly, making their cocks rub against each other. Rhett felt a dampened spot on his boxers, he was leaking already. He bit his lip and closed his eyes for a second before looking at Link and whispering:

“You have the most beautiful lips I’ve ever seen. If I could get a just one kiss and suck on that bottom lip of yours, I could die a happy man.”

Link moaned aloud and crashed into him. His lips were as perfect as Rhett had imagined. Soft and supple. Rhett licked them feverishly and sucked on Link’s bottom lip with a growl. Link’s hands moved to Rhett’s neck and burrowed into his hair tugging at it desperately. He was moaning into Rhett’s mouth, rutting his crotch against Rhett making him feel out of breath and dizzy with need.

“Cut! Everybody out!” Stevie’s voice pierced Rhett’s hazy brain for a second. He was grateful. There was a scramble of people around them. Rhett didn’t stop to wait for everyone to leave. Link’s lips parted and their tongues twisted into each other. Rhett groaned and lifted Link onto the desk. Link’s legs wrapped around Rhett.

“Oh my god,” someone gasped and then, finally, the set quieted around them. The door closed with a thud.

“Rhett,” Link moaned. “Fuck me.”