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Goodnight and Go~ Choi Yeonjun
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synopsis: Yeonjun hates parting at night or... peeks of y/n's and yeonjun's relationship underneath the night sky.
pairing: College student! Choi Yeonjun x afab! reader
song: Goodnight and Go - Imogen heap (lost the plot halfway through, but point is, they are DOWN BAD for each other, Yeonjun more, and they are sickly sweet which the song is too, so... a win is a win.)
warnings- none? not really a plot... just moments of the relationship... mostly fluff/comfort, CHEESINESS (SELF INDLUGING), yeonjun being head over heel for you, just sickly sweet im telling ya... mentions of sexual acts but none performed (not there yet sadly)
( AND PROBABLY BAD WRITING BUT WE FINISHED A STORY SO?????? I WIN), OH FORGOT TO SAY.... it's also unedited....
Word count: 4.8k (ha...)
A/N: Hello! this is my first work on here, and honestly its a bit of a mess, but I made a new years resolution that id start writing more and posting it, and I just spent a couple of hours writing non stop... Please give me constructive criticism, I need rejection therapy LMAO, no but really, I want to be good so bad...
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Yeonjun rubs his hands together and blows his hot breath in between them, trying to defrost his frozen fingers, and it works but only for a bit. He watches that same air crystalize in front of him as he thinks of what else to say. You both stood by your door now, the front yard light was dim but shined brightly enough to see the blush across both of your faces. He was desperate for the night to continue, he wanted to hear you talk until the end of time, be around you until the sun came up, but he notices the shiver your body does everytime the wind blows.
Yeonjun had seen you around before asking you on a date. It was one of those weird moments in cheesy rom coms, where you just wouldn't stop spawning everywhere he went. All throughout campus, you would appear, with the brightest smile he'd ever seen. You were always laughing, always smiling, always speaking with such enthusiasm in a conversation. When he finally put a voice to the smile, after sitting in the only chair left available in a class you shared, Yeonjun understood why those around you carried the same smile around, even after parting from you. Yeonjun had never felt as listened to as much as he did in the first conversation you had and the ones following it. He wondered just exactly how you did it, to make any person that spoke to you, the most important person in the world.You were addicting to be around, a source of comfort and laughter. When he finally got the courage to ask you out, a day before fall semester ended, he felt the clouds push back as you smiled softly, for the first time looking nervously everywhere else before saying yes, a twinkle shined in your eye, like a disney movie and he felt absolutely captivated from there on.
“Um, anyways, thanks for dinner tonight,” You say looking directly up at him, your eyes shined with hope as if you were expecting something. You clear your throat before continuing, “and thanks for the jacket.”
You begin to peel it off your shoulders:
“Now, please put it on before your future cold gets worse,”
“Pfft, what cold? Ill be fine~”He smirks confidently, waving a dismissive hand as he bunches up his jacket to prove a point.
“I can't wait to say I told you so.” you tease.
“You wish, in fact I'm gonna be so fine, I'm hoping I can see you again? Maybe before the weekend ends? Friday? There's that new spiderman movie… ” Anything. He thinks to himself. He doesn't worry about looking too desperate, it truly doesn't bother him to show you that he wants you, bad, because he really does.
“Hmm… okay let's make a deal. If you're feeling fine by this Friday, you get to pick the movie. If youre sick, I pick it…” A win-win. He smirks, “...after you get better…” His smile drops.
“Ugh..” He rolls his eyes playfully before sticking his hand out, “...deal.” He makes a mental note to take vitamins before heading to bed.
You shake his hand as a giggle falls from your lips.
You're surrounded by an awkward silence again, you're no longer looking at him but literally anywhere else. He knows what you're waiting for, and honestly he wants it too. Your lips, that were tinted and glossed, had been distracting him all night, but he was nervous. Yeonjun had always been someone who moved fast, always quick to jump the rope. In the past, he would have walked right on in on the first date and would've stayed the night, and the relationships themselves would move quickly to the point that things would get messy and things were not fully thought through. He didn't want to do that with you, he didn't want to ruin this. But was a kiss considered slow? Fast? He didn't have enough time to mull it over.
“Um, so yeah let me know…” You chuckle awkwardly, reaching back for the handle of the door. There's still hope in your eyes until he speaks up.
“I will, thanks for coming out with me tonight, y/n” Yeonjun steps backwards, feeling regret rush through his body. He thinks it might overcome him before he catches a genuine smile on your face, “Goodnight, Jun.”
“Goodnight.” He watches you walk in before walking back to his car, where he dwells on the sweet image of your smile.
Your lips. God, your lips.
He should've done it, what's fast about a kiss? The look you gave him replays in his mind, flutters breaking out in his stomach over and over again each time. The regret is making him move ten times slower and distracts him well enough that he doesn't notice the moving figure circling around his car to the driver's side window.
The knock makes him jump. He rolls his window down, looking awfully confused because here you were, kneeling down to his level, with a nervous look.
“Y/N? Are you okay? Did you forget something?”
You stare at him for a bit, “Um, yeah, j-just this…” You lean forward hesitant before landing a quick peck on his lips. It happened so fast Yeonjun barely had time to feel your lips pressed on his, but he felt them, they were on there. He notices the nervous look as you wait patiently for his reaction and it makes him break into a smile. Who knew being on the same page felt so good?
He reaches your face with both of his hands to bring you back to him, this time keeping your lips on his for longer than a peck, and they feel much softer than they looked, and he was able to taste the leftover sweetness of the slice of cake you shared, he can't believe he said goodnight before doing this. He can't believe he lived a whole life before your lips.
The wind picks up and he feels you shiver once again, and he remembers that its winter and you ran out in your dress and a thin cardigan. He lets go, not before pecking your lips once more, and smiles up at you, the blush on your cheeks were his doing and he's feeling really good about that.
“Okay, for real now, goodnight.” You giggle before tightening your cardigan and running back inside.
He watches you scurry in, and he drives off, the faint feeling of your lips are as present as the permanent smile on his lips that night.
——-
“Are you sure there’s nothing more I can help you with, Mrs. L/N?” Yeonjun stands by the open door, leaning against the wall, using it as support as he fits his foot in his shoe. The table was cleared and the dishes were washed, yet he felt like he could stay longer if needed.
Yeonjun loved your family home. Everything reminded him of you, from the smell to the style to every single picture on the wall having either a call back to stories he remembers you telling him or a younger version of you in them. It made it feel like you, and it was hard to leave every time.
“You've done more than enough, sweetie. Thank you.” Your mother replies leaning to give him a tight hug and an affectionate squeeze on the cheek before heading to the living room.
“Y/N, dont forget to lock the door once youre back inside.”
“Got it!” You respond back, closing the door behind you as you both step out to the refreshing breeze of a summer night. The buzzing of the insects filled the silence as Yeonjun turned back to you.
“Thank you, sweetie.” you tease, wrapping your arms around his waist.
“Oo, someone jealous~”
“Am not!”
“Its okay, baby. I won't steal your mom.” He ruffles the top of your head before leaning into your embrace.
“You wouldn't succeed anyways~” It came out muffled that he could barely understand it, making him chuckle lightly.
He knew he had to leave soon, you both had class in the morning. Yet in your warmth, it made it so hard to care about anything other than the feeling of your head in his chest.
“Dont go.” You say softly. Once again, it's like you were in his head.
“Mmm, We have class tomorrow though, and you have that exam, i'm only gonna distract you.” He hated to be the responsible one in these circumstances but you had been nervous about this class and he knew better than to fall for the temptation of staying and not allowing you to study.
“Ugh.. Please dont remind me.” You rub your face on his chest before stepping back and he looks at you with an amused face.
“Are you picking me up tomorrow?”
“Duh.”
“Okay. Can we go to that one cafe with the fluffy cheesecakes after?”
He nods before pulling on your fingers, leaning in for a kiss.
“Goodnight, Baby~” He says in between kisses.
“Night, Junie~” You turn to go, your hand being the last thing lingering on him, before you feel back. He grabs your face gently bringing you in for a second kiss.
“Goodnight, Baby~” He says again, a small smile playing on his lips as he pecks you twice.
This brings a small laugh out of you.
“Goodnight, Junie~” You drag out before turning around again, only to again feel a pull back, this time his hands slip and pull your long sleeve instead.
“Yeonjun!” You laugh out, his lips once again attaching themselves to you.
“Okay, okay, forreal goodnight” He laughs too, his hands closing in behind your head, bringing you in for what should have been the final kiss of the night. He feels your smiles in the kiss fade as he keeps you in the kiss for a bit, he can feel the soft sigh you let out and he feels dizzy from it. Yeonjun breaks the kiss, landing pecks before leaning back slightly, your head still in his hands. The warmth spreads across his face, down to his chest and he can't tell if the buzzing is coming from the insects anymore or from his heart. What he can tell, is that you're feeling it too as he watches how your half lidded eyes continue to stare at him, so full of adoration and love he almost feels shy by them.
“I love you” He whispers, watching you carefully for any sign of a reaction. He thinks he might have read the room wrong, until he watches your eyes widen and sparkle cartoonishly, a smile breaking wide on your face.
“I love you too.” He takes a moment to process your response before leaning down to touch foreheads and Yeonjun feels an explosion of emotions in him, like fireworks being set off all over his body.
“Good.” He says trying to play it off as not a big deal. But he can't play off the crack in his voice. You giggle.
“Shut up,” You push him gently and Yeonjun can't help but just stare at you, “Goodnight, Baby. I love you~” He loves the enjoyment in your eyes as you say it.
“I love you too. Good night~” And just like the night of your first date, and almost every week since it happened 6 months ago, he watches you walk towards the door.
“Okay! Goodnight! Go already!” You laugh from the door. “Text me when you're home!”
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Yeonjun watches you from the corner of his eye at the way you run a hand through your hair, standing across from him, your arms crossed. Your parents weren't home, and they wouldn't be for the whole weekend, something that was often celebrated between the two of you, spent in each other’s arms, in each other's beds, but right now Yeonjun sat slumped on the couch. He spent the past five minutes in silence trying to figure out how to direct the conversation, but he felt like you were both losing patience with each other, and he hated the feeling.
“Y/N. Can you please just sit with me?”
He watches you stand there for a moment before walking towards him. Arguments weren’t common enough to know how to have a healthy one. Words and accusations have been thrown, and Yeonjun wants to put an end to it before it gets worse.
It started with a light stray, just a small comment from you that caught him off guard.
“You can go, I don't mind staying home.” you lean facing the island as you watch the water of the sink hit the drain, steam rising up makes you turn the faucet handle the other direction before Yeonjun puts his hands in boiling water.
“What? No, come on, it'll be fun.” he rubs your back as he stacks the dishes in the sink.
“Right, because being stuck in a corner is fun.” From the look on your face, the soft chuckle that escapes your lips, he knew you didn't mean anything provoking about it, but he couldn't help but believe there was deeper meaning behind it.
“What's that supposed to mean?” He no longer focused on the dishes.
“Huh? Nothing? I just mean like sometimes your friends' parties aren't fun. ”
“But we already said we’d go? I don't want to back out now.”
“Then go, baby. We don't both have to be there. I'm sure they won't even notice I'm not there.”
“Of course they'll notice! Chaewon and Soob are gonna be so bummed you're not there. I'm gonna be bummed you're not there”
“Jun, I really don't want to spend the one weekend having the house to myself, at someone else's house. I'm tired, I'm on my period and the last thing I want to do is drink and have the bass booming in my ears. If you really wanna go, it's fine. You should go.” You were getting frustrated, he could tell but the feeling was throwing him out on a loop.
Yeonjun felt like something was off. Have you always felt this way about the parties you’d go to? Had it had something to do with his friends? With him?
“Come on, I always go to your parties, come to mine.” It hadn't occurred to him how pushy he sounded, but the idea of leaving you home alone didn't sit right with him.
“No one asks you to go though.”
“You don't have to ask me, I do things without needing to be begged.” it hits him. He's saying the wrong things, but it's too late, because you're giving him a look of total shock.
“You don't have to beg me. I don't want to go. And even more so now that I'm being forced out of guilt.”
“I didn't mean it like that.”
“It doesn't matter what you meant. It's how it came out.”
The argument only escalated from there. What started out as a simple rejection evolved to a yelling match and ended with Yeonjun slamming the door on his way out. No ‘goodnight’, no goodnight kiss, just the fall wind making it hard to walk out into the night.
Yeonjun thinks he might have been overdoing things, overestimating the meaning behind your words, but it was hard to be sure, when you always hid behind them. Yeonjun couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to it. And now leaving you alone in an empty house sent a wave of regret and sadness throughout his bones. Yeonjun hated saying goodnight to you, hated that he had to settle on kissing you, settle on the faint ghosting feeling of your lips on his before he went to bed, but preferred it over this feeling anyday and now he royally fucked it up for the night and had to suffer through it.
He wouldn't be able to even enjoy the party with the thought of you angry at him. He wouldn't be able to focus on the conversations nor enjoy the drinks with the memory of your furrowed eyebrows playing in a loop.
He only made it two blocks away before he turned back, and headed back to you. He found you in the kitchen with teary eyes and soapy foam on your hands. The water running filled the dead air around you.
When Yeonjun finally makes his presence known, you're quick to look back down.
The silence that surrounds you now, as he gets you to sit beside him, has him questioning how he can fix this.
His hand is hesitant in reaching for yours, and you move it closer to him to reassure him that it was okay to grab it. Thank god. He thought.
“I'm sorry for everything I've said,” He rubs your palm looking at you focus on your hand, “I shouldn't be forcing you to do anything you don't want to do, it's not a big deal if you miss a couple of my friends parties, we don't have to go to every single one, i'm sorry i wasn't thinking about you. I like having you there and being around me and when you hangout with my friends I feel good, like all my favorite people are in one room. I think that just made me become a little selfish.” He joins you in watching how his thumb presses into your skin. You nod.
Silence overcomes the both of you again, before you break it next.
“I'm sorry too. I don't mean to be mean, I think my words just come out that way before I can think them through and I really need to work on that. You're not selfish for wanting that, but sometimes I just get tired of going out all the time.” He feels you holding back again, not being able to voice what was bothering you.
“Is it the ‘going out’ that's really bothering you? Or might it be something else?” It dawns on him that he can just ask. The tension had been disappearing by the minute, you pulled your hand away from him and hid your face.
“I dont want to sound clingy…”
“Hey, you won't. I swear.”
You rub your hand over your face. Yeonjun hopes that the hand he places on your back soothes you at least a bit.
“Sometimes you just feel really dismissive at parties. Like yeah we showed up together and you've introduced me to your friends and they know me and they're so nice, but in the first 10 minutes, you're like gone. I just start to feel abandoned. You don't have to babysit me, it's not what I'm saying you know? It's just like I feel left out, and maybe it's on me, maybe I just have to put myself out there and put in the effort to be friends with your friends, but youre kinda like my way in ya know? I was lucky that Soobin and Chaewon are in some of my classes for the semester, and we got closer that way. But once they leave, it's so hard to get close to you or keep up with you. I'm sorry if this sounds annoying, I know its sou-”
Yeonjun was dumbfounded. How could he have made you feel that way and never noticed?
Right, because being stuck in a corner is fun. How stupid could he have possibly been.
He felt his throat closing in. He cuts off your apologetic rant.
“No. You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm so sorry I never noticed I would do that, I can't believe I didn't. You're right. I'm so sorry, y/n. Please forgive me. I hadn't realized that's what you meant. I won't be doing that ever again. I swear. Believe me.” he doesn't know what else to do other than spur out apologies.
“Its okay. Really. I guess I know you get so caught up in having fun..”
“Stop. Please don't justify it. I love you. I'm so sorry.” he grabs your hand and kisses your palm.
“It's okay, thank you for listening. I love you too~” You chuckle a bit, your eyes no longer teary as they are replaced by a look of amusement.
“We're pretty good at this argument and resolution thing, no?” You say after another small moment of silence. Yeonjun laughs. The tension is gone, chests are feeling lighter and the air is no longer still around you as Yeonjun wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back to rest on the cushions. He's already thinking of all the ways he can make up for his mistake.
“Definitely not, but we got time to work on it.” He kisses your head.
“It's a good start, atleast~” You laugh, leaning into his arms.
The heater turns on, and the position you're both in feels so comfortable neither of you want to move. Especially Yeonjun as he catches a glance at the clock, 11:40pm.
“So… Do I have to say ‘goodnight’ tonight?” In his head, he knows the answer. Yet, he still asks, wanting to feel reassured, feeling an invisible new boundary he wants only you to break.
“Dont be dumb.” You respond snuggling further into him and the couch. He can tell from the way you respond, that you're falling asleep, and with that thought his own eyes begin to droop.
“Oh, jun?” Barely above a whisper that Yeonjun barely catches it.
“Yeah?” With his eyes close and heavy he doesn't notice your finger raising to his forehead level before giving it a stinging flick.
“Ouch!”
“Never walk out like that again.”
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“Please tell me that was the last of the boxes.” You force out in a big puff of air. Summer had just started, yet the heat felt marinated into the spring and only got worse.
Yeonjun nods as he climbs the last two steps of the stairs. Curse this elevator-less building.
Yeonjun had recently moved out of the dorms into a college-assigned apartment complex. He saved money from his multiple jobs, and pulled out the biggest loan in mankind just to gain what he called the biggest privilege in all of college history: Privacy.
Soobin and Beomgyu had shed some fake tears before vowing to visit everyday, something Yeonjun did not laugh at. You, on the other hand, couldn't keep your laugh in as you watched the frown on Yeonjun’s face grow deeper as the boys pretended to console what they thought was a sad and lonely man.
“At least you guys can finally do it in peace.” Beomgyu announces as he drops the box by the corner of the empty room. He swipes the sweat off his forehead, quirking his eyebrow, earning a smack at the back of the head from Yeonjun.
“Idiot.” Soobin says, fanning himself with a random piece of flimsy paper.
“He's not wrong though…” Yeonjun whispers as he wraps his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. You smack his arm, your cheeks turning red.
After the boys helped move the mattress in, they left, not before complaining about getting kicked out so soon. Yeonjun just wanted to spend time with you, alone, in what is now the space of his own home.
“I feel used.” Beomgyu wiped a fake tear, “thrown away, even. Y/N treat him well, he no longer needs us.”
“This is so sad,” You say, patting his head, looking at Yeonjun.
“If I give you 30 bucks for dinner, will you both leave us alone?”
“Deal.”
Once they were gone, you both moved the mattress towards the center of the living area, the carpet making you both struggle and groan. Yeonjun lands face flat on the queen mattress, heaving.
“Ill order the pizza, can you get my laptop? I brought some drinks and snacks from home so we don't have to buy those.”
Yeonjun watches as you rummage through the bag filled with home goods. You had brought whatever you thought would be useful to him; soap, shampoo, towels, some dishes, canned foods, homemade dishes that were able to be frozen, anything really that could save him time and money. Yeonjun’s heart almost exploded at the sight of you carrying the pink duffle bag, smiling so wide as you excitedly showed him what you were able to snatch.
He could tell the idea of a new apartment excited you too. Earlier in the year, he had imagined himself asking you to move in with him, to maybe take that chance. He had no reason not to. You had been together for a while now, and things were getting serious with each passing day. He couldn't imagine seeing the relationship ending…ever. He had been so serious about you since day one and he could tell you saw him as the sure thing too, and when the opportunity came up, of renting his own space, it was waking up to you that was the first thought in his head. But… he was nervous. He had heard from friends that some relationships don't last the ‘living together’ stage. Those arguments about different ways of living can become bigger ones, ones that question if the pairing ever made sense. It scared him, what if he was too messy? What if you didn't like the way he had late night snacks at night, or the fact that he would stay at the dance studio for long periods of time? Most of these things you knew already, but you didn't have to deal with it really at your own house. He questioned if the fear of losing you was bigger than the want of spending every waking moment he could with you, he knew the answer but was just scared to make the realization.
“Pizza is ordered!” You plop next to Yeonjun, now on his back, on the mattress, “which one?” you hold up two drinks for him to pick, he takes one from your hand and places it nearby before nudging at your hips to lift. He places you on his stomach, your legs straddling his sides.
“You don't have curtains yet.” You whispered, red tint spreading from your face down to your neck.
He laughs, “What are you thinking in that head of yours? I just wanted to be near you.”
“Whatever! I was just reminding you!” You squeak, covering your face with your hands. He laughs again, rubbing his hands up and down from your thighs to your waist, thinking about it again. It could be like this everyday, not having to worry about roommates or parents barging in, no moments of awkwardness, no disruptions, just the look in your eyes as you stare at him in the comfortable silence that settles between the two of you.
“What do you think about a coffee table? I know you said your furnishing budget was short and I was at the thrift store the other day and they had this really nice antique…”
If you do say yes, what would it mean? Was it too soon for him to think about the next year with you? The next five? Ten? He can imagine it all. He wanted it all.
“Will you move in with me?” He says, catching you off guard.
“Huh?”
“...Moving in… would you move in with, um, with me? You don't have to, it was just like a thought-”
“You want to live with me?” Your eyes, that were practically popped out in shock as you looked down at him, softened.
“I want to do everything with you.” Yeonjun knows your face mirrors his in redness.
Your eyes water, and you try to stop yourself from smiling. “You're so cheesy…”
“I would love to.” You whisper. you're now leaning in closer, and Yeonjun, with a heart so heavy and ready to spill, feels impatient that he must meet you halfway, folding his elbows behind him to lean on. He connects your lips immediately, and his heart sighs and yours must too the way he feels you relax above him, bringing your hands to his hair, your nails raking through his scalp. He would never say this to you, in fear of maybe scaring you off, but he saw your future in this specific kiss, where you both experience moments of success, of happiness, of sadness and tragedy, but you were experiencing it together, and he couldn't imagine it with anybody else.
That night as the movie played, with no actual audience, Yeonjun felt relieved that his parting days were over. He wouldn't have to say goodnight to you, wouldn't have to detach himself from your lips, your arms, leaving him cold and wanting more. You could be the first thing he sees in the morning and the last thing he would see at night, and to him, that was all he could ever really want.
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A/N: You made it! Thank you so much for giving it a chance! Its not my strongest but she my first finished baby in a long time... Please tell me your thoughts!! tell me you hate it, tell me you love it, anything im open to suggestions, tips, im a crier tho fair warning, but I won't tell you I cried (A win for you!)
#txt fluff#txt x reader#txt fanfic#txt x y/n#txt imagines#txt drabbles#txt scenarios#yeonjun x reader#yeonjun fluff#yeonjun#yeonjun fic#yeonjun fanfic#tomorrow x together#txt imagine#txt#choi beomgyu#choi soobin#choi yeonjun#soobin x reader#beomgyu x reader#taehyun x reader#hueningkai#hueningkai fluff#hueningkai x reader
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Philm club #2 general notes:
The longstanding tradition of them pretending to announce the other person as a surprise guest <3333
Man...this was only 6 years since they met and now it's been over 15? Crazy. It's weird to look back on how comparatively early tabinof/tatinof happened in their relationship
RIP drawing game didn't even know he officially chose to kill it 😔
Was this their first proper joint live show other than the casual 2012 popping in halfway through kinda thing? Very fitting day to do that if so
The neverending saga of Dan vs reading out gay-related comments in the chat
They were so much more spoiler-averse for tatinof than they are now lol
Phil trying to be genuine about enjoying tour and sounding completely disinterested akskskks he's just like me fr
A little part of me gets stressed out watching them adjust their fringes every few minutes like boys why were you putting yourselves through this for so many years it would drive me insane adjusting my hair that much 😭
Dying at this primary school good morning conversation. Phil like "yours was weirder than mine because in mine your enemies aren't included" is killing me
I honestly think I would've made the same mistake as Phil answering where he got bitten, justice for 2015 Phil
Aww the infamous pumpkin spice latte rant
Dan's Evan Peters thing is so funny why are you as a closeted gay man making the least subtle crush on a man part of your branding
"too political for Phil 🙄" alskskd Dan's long suffering years spent as the much more politically interested member of this relationship
Dan just ignoring Phil making fun of his hand movements lmao
Phil saying the speed formula and then immediately turning to get Dan's reaction with a smug little smile he's so funny
WAD foreshadowing at the end here
"You need to accept me for who I am. Six years" boyfriendssss
Dan's little pouty faces when Phil says everyone watching can't do the quiz 😭
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Good liveshow overall and I forgot how many iconic/good moments came from this one!
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jjoongrami in toktoq pop live
#hongjoong#kim hongjoong#jjoongrami#ateez#atiny#forgive me please i dont remember the date#and im lazy#and i forgot i was making this halfway through making it#but this cracked me up i love hongjoong and his love for joongrami#mine
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WENT INTO A STARDEW FUGUE STATE LADS ITS FOUR THIRTY AM MY SLEEP SCHEDULE IS FUCKED GOOD NIGHT
#BIG OOPS#BUT I F I N A L L Y GOT THAT STUPID SECOND SNAKE VERTEBRAE I NEEDED#IN ORDER TO FINISH THE ARCHEOLOGICAL TENT MISSION#IN ORDER TO GET THE OSTRICH INCUBATOR#IN ORDER TO GET MORE OSTRICH EGGS#IN ORDER TO FINALLY FUCKING SHIP EVERY ITEM IN THE GAME FOR THAT ACHIEVEMENT#AUUGHUGRUHGGHGHGH IM ON LIKE YEAR FOUR OF THE GAME OR SOME SHIT#stardew valley#okay now its time to optimize moneygain im halfway through the 10 mill achievement#plus i need the gold to pay for obelisks#after that i just need to wait til spring fest cuz i forgot to buy a spring scarecrow and then i'll be able to craft the deluxe#finish up gifts for george and then the final special order is making vodka for pam#then its JUST the gold clock
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Whenever I drew Connie with a single dandelion behind his ear this scene was playing in my head like wii channel music.
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#shadowheart#connecticut tav#bg3 tav#comic#i was near burn out while making this#or more like i had a small breakdown while making the last page#but turned out i forgot to take my meds that week oops#aaanyway#shart eventually learns how to make flower crowns#i have this idea that for their wedding they make the crows for each other#consistency in art style? i dont know her#you can see how i tried to do the simplified style and then abandoned it halfway through#that's what you get for working on something for almost a month#i love the feeling of finishing a comic#but goddamn it's so much work#that's a lot of tags sorry#i'm actually nervous about sharing this one ough#moonbird
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Aradia August Day 3: Dream Bubbles
#this is quick. I wanted to double up today & tomorrow and hopefully then be fully caught up#I also totally forgot that dream bubbles were one color each and looked it up like halfway through making this can you tell lmao#it's FINE#aradiaaugust#day 3#aradia megido#hs#homestuck#my art
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TIAL&INGO ch11 - This Is Real (a colouring page)
As promised, here's another colouring page for my beloved fandom's enjoyment! :D
Once again, it's for one of @phoen1xr0se's brilliant works - There Is a Light & It Never Goes Out, chapter 11 to be specific.
(Obsessed? Who, me?)
As previously, you are all welcome to help yourselves to this colouring page! Please don't erase my signature and credit me if you post your coloured version anywhere. A comment and some kudos on AO3 will be much appreciated!
But you know what would be the most awesome thank-you you could possibly offer? Donating to PhoenixRose's crowdfunder! She's a gem to this fandom, an inspiration to so many of us, and a joy to even more. And this time we can do something for her in return!
@goodomensafterdark If you'd be so kind as to do your thing ;)
#good omens#colouring page#tial&ingo fanart#ineffable husbands#fanart inspired by fanfiction#crowley#aziraphale#aziracrow#good omens fanart#phoenixrose314#tial&ingo#my fanart#I can't colour to save my life so I'm making it a feature instead#Who the fuck holds their glasses like that lol#Halfway through I kinda forgot it's raining in that scene#Crowley put so much product in his hair he made it waterproof lol
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Never not thinking about leela being one of the smartest and most competent people in a room full of time lords who think she’s useless because she’s human
#was listening to war room one on the way home#love gallifrey war room#Leela is genuinely such a smart character but she gets put on a planet full of people who know things she would have never had a chance to#learn (and to some extent can’t know because time lords have extra senses and all that) and yet she keeps up with them#like romana and Narvin and brax realize this (all at various paces but they all get there) and then suddleny she’s alone and has to go#through it all again with people who are even less open to humans than romana or brax#and still manages to prove herself as competent really quickly#I honestly kind of forgot what point I was making halfway through and just started talking about leela#but in my defense look at her#she’s great#anyway#doctor who#leela#leela of the sevateem#gallifrey#gallifrey audios
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“The one who buried the beloved, was also you.”
—— blade/yingxing x reader (VERY lightly implied dan feng x you)
BACKGROUND: You're a short-lived species who arrived to the xianzhou alongside Yingxing in the merchant ships (perhaps childhood sweethearts??), you've been in a relationship for a few years now and while Yingxing is gruff and rough around the edges, he's nevertheless besotted with you and fiercely in love with you; a happy ending to this story seems likely —— until you get struck with the mara-disease.
AKA this is half-assed narrative and half-assed word vomit, I just want to add more pain and suffering to Blade's past while being self-indulgent trash :D
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yingxing has seen the mara disease so many times before, during the war and within the ships with their citizens, especially once their times passed the five hundred mark and madness slowly creeps in. their faces had mostly been obscured by golden flowers and twisting branches the first time he saw the corpses, but throughout the years he's seen many variations of them.
faces contorted in agony, twisted in fear and despair, or slack and numb as roots wriggled out of their skin and flowers bloomed over their eyes, and most often they would be driven into mara-struck madess and insane bloodlust in their rampages.
yingxing never expects the mara to fall upon you.
if yingxing tries to look back on it, perhaps it had started way more earlier than they'd known — perhaps it was the itching, the little scratches healing faster than they should, the headaches and the daydreaming. it doesn't quite strike either of you until one day you are screaming as golden lines split your skin, as little branches claw their way out of your arms, and small buds blossom from the wounds on your flesh. it's sudden and unexpected and terrifying and you are hunched over yourself trembling and shivering and sweating as he tries to hold you, a hand hovering over the tiny blossoms that grows out of your neck and collarbone, the tiny roots wriggling out of your arms, and it gets progressively worse from thereon.
this can't be happening, you say
i'm scared, you say
please believe me, you say
(because you're a short-lived species, and the only way you could've been struck with mara like this is for you to receive the plague author's blessing)
yingxing believes you (yingxing loves you)
you are frightened and terrified and yingxing can only hold you through the tears and terror and confusion and pleasedon'thatemeyingxing
perhaps, if it had been just the blessings of the abundance, it would've been fine. there are countless individuals within the ship who use the power of the abundance in medicine and aid, after all. but roots continue to wiggle and settle over your skin like bangles and chains, golden flowers begin sprouting from the buds in your flesh, and even your eyes and hair starts losing their colors.
you try to snip the blossoms and the locks of hair and the branches, and the wounds only heal over and over and over again, each time faster than before, the blooms brighter and livelier than the last, and the tips of your hair take on the color of dry blood and your eye color melt into the gold of the mara disease.
you are in pain, you are in agony and miserable, and eventually, even your memories and sense of self start deteriorating amidst a haze of golden petals and blood.
you start asking if it would be better to die "while you still can" (you are afraid of becoming like the mara-struck soldiers in the game), but yingxing doesn't allow you to.
this cannot be happening, yingxing thinks.
it breaks yingxing to watch you like this, but no one else can know. xianzhou will see you dead for suspicions of worshipping the plague author. he can only hold you during the nights and soothe your fits until you settle like a docile beast in his arms, and then during the day, he researches
yingxing puts aside the forgery for as long as he possibly can without arousing suspicions and throws himself into mara research discreetly, but there's not much he can find. access to advanced texts are restricted and he only learns about as much as anyone interested in the mara disease knows, but one thing is for sure —— there's no documented recovery from the mara in the centuries of the xianzhou history.
become mara-struck, and you either die in a flurry of golden flowers or are striked down by the cloud knights.
(there's another thing yingxing eventually finds out, as well —— this is no accident. someone caused this to you)
(yingxing will hunt them down to the farthest reach of the stars, and he will not stop until they are dead. whoever did this will wish they hadn't been born.)
if yingxing cannot find anything about how to recover from the mara, perhaps then he could find a way to control the disease, prevent it from hurting you as it was doing now, prevent it from turning you into a mad creature. it wasn't too late yet, and yingxing refuses to give up on you.
yingxing turns to imbibitor lunae and the scalegorge waterscape — the sacred abode of the vidyadhara, a race devoted to the sealing and guard of the ambrosial arbor, and that becomes one amongst the many mistakes he will have commited.
in the future, the man - yingxing - who will become known as blade will look back on this moment and laugh — madly, loudly, hatefully, as he lives on cursing his life and that of two other sinners.
you are dead, and yingxing could not save you
you are dead, and blade wants to die
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BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO CONTINUE NARRATING:
There are a LOT of layers to what I want to be happening in the premise of this short. For example, I wanted to write that the ones responsible for "you", as a short-lived species, going mara-struck was a result of sabotaging and conflict with Sanctus Medicus (or whatever antagonist there is during the events of Dan Feng and Yingxing's crimes), who wanted to sow strife amidst the Xianzhou. There's a lot of plot going on that my little brain can't be bothered to rationalize.
During his research on mara and trying to find out HOW you turned mara, he begins suspecting of foul play and unearths quite a bit of shit within the Xianzhou. There's a lot of sketchy shit, some not related at all to what he wants to know, and it paints numerous targets of Yingxing.
Their main targets would actually be Jing Liu (who some time later on succumbs to mara and goes on a murderous rampage) and many other higher ups and important figures to different areas of the Xianzhou. In trying to discreetly trigger or infect mara to others, they also partook in indiscriminate damage in hopes one of their targets will be caught unawares and be infected with something that can trigger or coax out the mara disease, and "you" were caught in the crossfire and ended up mara struck (or perhaps you were intentionally targeted as well, can't decide on this) as a short-lived species collateral. Many of the other short-lived species die during this period of time.
By some twist of fate or whatever, your descent into mara isn't instantaneous and is instead painful, slow and with a clear consciense of the changes in your body, but it's only slowed, and your body can't adjust to mara like how Blade and Jing Liu will in the future.
Ying Xing, however, clings to the hope you can mantain your clarity and sense of self, and what he wanted to do in this short is research the vidyadhara's records to see if he could seal away your mara or contain your disease. When that wasn't enough, he will perhaps 1) try to find some other way, 2) try to see if Dan Feng can find a way to contain your mara disease, or at least delay it until something can be done because this wasn't your fault.
Instead, what happens is that Dan Feng kills you.
Dan Feng sees you and you are half consumed with flowers even though you aren't being violent or crazed, you've tanked the attacks of many other cloud knights and mara-struck alike and are covered in blood and tatters while everyone's dead. Your sins are set in stone (are they really?) and your ending is only a matter of time, so Imbibitor Lunae - although pained - decides to put you down and lay you to rest. He tries to kill you - and either fails or obliterates your sense of self so all that remains is a corpse that keeps healing - and then seals/buries your regenerating body into the Scalegorge Waterscape.
Dan Feng's actions are an act of compassion, love and mercy in his eyes. He buries you in Scalegorge Waterscape, where your rest will be undisturbed and none shall desecreate your body, not even the Xianzhou will be able to part the seas of Scalegorge.
But that and what Yingxing sees are different. (they also think differently lmao)
After Yingxing reaches Scalegorge amidst all the chaos that would be happening, he would only know you were hurt very, very badly. Blood, flowers, tattered clothes. Lots of fighting, arguing, etc.
Ending is that - as mentioned - despite his efforts otherwise, Yingxing sees your body cast into the abyss of the Scalegorge Waterscape and sealed there, left to rot in the darkness and cold of an artificial sea.
Afterwards, he himself becomes mara-struck and then is sent of to be killed over and over again by Jing Liu lmao. He wants to die, but he cannot.
At some point in time, he almost forgets that his name is Yingxing and he had loved someone who died unjustly amidst internal conflict and everything, but it comes back to him when he escapes and becomes Blade.
EVERYTHING here is just self-indulgent brainstorming. NGL it could've been better.
#honkai star rail#hsr blade#started this fired up about making blade suffer and then forgot how to do it#gg i really enjoy writing stuff where yingxing and you or OC were in a relationship#perfectly happy and content#and then WHOOOSH#DESPAIR AND ANGUISH AND DEATH#blade x reader#hsr x reader#i lost my shit halfway through writing this and just forgot how to write#what is writing?? what am I doing??#kurim writes hsr
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Ok no one else is allowed to smile softly at Atsushi before letting themselves get killed to stop him dying with them anymore, he's got enough going on as it is 😭
Bonus with all three of Atsushi's girlfriends looking at him softly
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Atsushi harem but the catch is they all keep telling Atsushi to go so he doesn't die with them.
Reading the dialogue between them actually makes me feel sick it's literally a pattern! This keeps happening from Lucy's 'you have to live on' to Sigma's 'let go, or you'll die too' (not this panel but 3 panels before) to Akutagawa's 'you damn fool, hurry up and go'!!!
The patterns....the patterns!!!
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#I am once again making a post on these panels of Sigma and Lucy because I can't believe both times I didn't even clock that Akutagawa#pulled this too#oh my God wait Lucy might've been about to let herself die just like the other two she just didn't let Atsushi know#like she knew she was gonna get taken back by the Guild here but whether or not she thought they'd dispose of her by abandoning her or-#-killing her idk#the official 'I'm about to traumatise Atsushi' look ig 😭#Akutagawa#sigma#Lucy#Sigmatsu#atsulucy#sigmatsuakulucy#Atsushi#Asagari you are making me lose my mind over here#Tanizaki is the only one in the Atsushi harem not making me lose my mind. Thank you king 🙏🏼#the urge to let yourself die to save a catboy is too strong in the bsd universe#bsd#also everything written under the pictures of the three of them was written after I got halfway through these tags and realised Lucy was-#- also ready to accept what could've been her death but the difference is she didn't let Atsushi know#sskk#ignore that I forgot to tag that#ATHM#bungobble my post
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you make me wanna make you fall in love✨
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daphne would think sabrina’s tour outfits are super cute and would def make her own version for halloween!!!
#I completely forgot sabrina played daphne on snl until I was halfway through making this lmao#anyways this is best concept I’ve ever made thank u#scooby doo#daphne blake#mystery inc#sabrina carpenter#fanart#my art
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theres something to be said about the accidental symbolism of the horns in double life
grian got ponder originally which is a doo doo dudooooo kinda pattern and then got seek which is the same pattern but with a scratchier sound and offered it to scott
their stories then mirror in both having previously done a series with their partner and this time (somewhat) rejecting them (and later being tortured by them) only scott fully rejected pearl to live across from cleo while grian still kept scar around but tried to be secret soulmates with bigb. and ultimately scott and pearl did the whole sacrifice for the other person to win thing, reprising grian and scar's 3rd life ending same pattern, different sound.
(theres also something to be said here about how they are similar people, you can see it in the quiet agreement to stand around and get butted at by goats and in the bit where scott punches scar, sees grian take damage and "*he knows" and he knows he knows he knows and scott realizes what grian realized, that grian is once again trailing reluctantly after scar to keep him safe but also knows he shouldn't tell scar cause grian hasn't. they're both very intelligent in similar ways and it shows)
later on grian got another ponder (which he offered to scar instead of the seek he initially gave him) and mentioned how there was a reply to it (sing, du dudoooo) that he really wanted (and later jimmy and tango got)
so more narrative comparisons. the two soulmate pairs at that point have matching horns, grian and scar are ponder and jimmy and tango are sing. notoriously jimmy and scar are the two that everyone was scared of being partnered with because they die and take damage a lot. the thing i find interesting is how different their narratives are grian and scar had already been partnered and worked together previously, meanwhile, jimmy and tango had barely spoken prior. you'd expect that the two who were already friends and found out they were partnered (or at least grian found out) in a more or less positive way would choose to be friends, no? and you'd think that the two who didn't know each other and met by dying would have an awkward stumbling dynamic and possibly resent (in character) each other, right? but turned out it was the opposite way around (because of personalities blah blah blah). its not super related to the horn patterns I'll admit but something about the way.. its almost as if grian's horn says this is how it is (this being like rejecting scar because of their past) and the ranchers horn being like what if it doesn't have to be (something about clean slates, seeing people in new light, reintroducing yourself, taking all the best of a person despite a bad circumstance like yknow. killing them when you first meet. don't know anyone else whos accidentally blown up someone when they first met cough cough 3rd life cough)
please feel free to add your thoughts
#i dont think i fully got my point across about ranchers and desert duo#tbh i forgot the point i was trying to make halfway through writing it lol#i love comparing narratives and patterns and stories#patterns coming up in this series is so cool to me because its unscripted#they didnt mean for the narrative things to happen#another one im crazy about is how the first third and fifth winners had the person in second place offer themselves up and say kill me#i want you to win#and then the second and fourth winners had a sort of#self awareness about it being a game#and made themselves win#anyway#just thoughts#double life#3rd life#third life#life smp#life series#grian#scott smajor#smajor1995#goodtimeswithscar#gtwscar#gtws#jimmy solidarity#tangotek#pearlescentmoon#bigb#bigbstatz#desert duo#scarian
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If we gave fresh sans drugs what you thinking his favourite would be
(We find an au where he isnt against drugs)
Oooooooo def lsd and weed i dont think hed like the hard ones like cocaine or heroine at all.
Fresh sans by loverofpiggies
#xullianart#xullian yaps#xullianasks⁉️#there is no reason that lil shipost shouldve taken an hour what is wrong with me#tw drug mention#drugs#weed#lsd#cw drug mention#was gonna make an entire doodle page of fresh doing drugs but i lost motivation halfway through#might finish and post it one day#NOO IS THIS ART BLOCK#i hope not i have so many ideas#forgot to do the fucking tags#fresh sans#utmv fresh
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Guess we doin phones now
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More of the actual story + lore stuff under this thing
His full name is Callie Halden. For now
He mentioned in an offhand comment to his aunt at 16 that he wanted a job, so she decided to have him start running errands for her. Eventually said aunt told some friends who had their own stores about him, so he started running errands for them as well. Word spreads and now at 22 he does this for half the people in town. Unofficial postal service, glorified errand boy
Fucking HATES it, but it's good cardio and a lot of the people in town rely on him to deliver stuff. He originally tried to keep it pretty cheap because it was just a summer job, but he stayed and it stuck and now he's paid a miserable $3.50 for every package/thing delivered
He's ended up becoming a pretty good long distance sprinter so he can earn as much as possible
Bc he needs to be as fast as possible for his job, he's become pretty impatient. DESPITE the need to make things fast, he goes out of his way to take routes that he knows will have the most cats on them, even if they take longer
Likes collecting phone charms to add to his head. He switches them out like every other day, and he likes it the most when they jingle as obnoxiously as possible (he doesn't register that it's obnoxious, he thinks that it sounds nice. Everyone else HATES it)
Relations: I think he would be friends with Oliver but like. Who wouldn't? Anyways. He feels a kind of kinship with Randy (crappy jobs, being underpaid and overworked, just general suckyness), (OBVIOUSLY Randy has it so much worse, but yk), but he also kind of can't stand him. Callie constantly tries to convince him that it's all in his head and he needs to be more positive, but he's a dick about it. Like he's trying to be nice but it comes off as forceful and nasty
He's related to Little Billy. (2nd cousins, he has to see him at family events and around town. He pretends not to know him bc Billy is actually the worst) He would bond with Phonegingi over Little Billy hatred and find that he actually likes him if he could get past the whole nipple thing ("Eugh, who the FUCK has that many nipples?")
If he were actually in the game, you'd just see him running around in the background every once in a while
He would main dualies in splatoon btw
If he had a leitmotif, it would sound kind of like (...) Mr. Boy Is On the Roof Again but not exactly
He's actually a MEOWTEROLA and not a MOTOROLA. He got that changed
#is this cringe. i dont care#id in alt text btw#lmk if i missed anything or if i should change anything in it#dialtown#dialtown oc#artbin#this is a little bit rough but yay!! yay#the colors look different on my drawing tablet and i couldnt tell you why#SPEAKING of which. it broke halfway through drawing this#i had to scramble to figure out how to save this drawing and export it to my phone#but i did it! its saved#anyways if he was an animal he would be an american marten. hence the american marten#ignore the shading being kinda janky. this was just to show HIM and not necessarily my clearly awesome understanding of color and light#I FORGOT THE PHONE CHARMS. whoops#NOT a sona btw. i still gotta draw my dialsona. this is not her#i HATE drawing phones apparently. its deceptively difficult to make them look nice#pretty proud of how i shaded this one though
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The fact that Aveline is nicer to Carver when he's dead than when he's alive is so... oh, I don't know, super goddamn annoying?
"I would've liked him" Aveline, you called him a tit in this exact conversation when I played as a mage just because he didn't want to openly talk about his Ostagar trauma with you in front of everyone, you blocked from a job in the guard, and you're so condescending to him all the time, like???
I don't doubt that Aveline cares about him when he's alive but maybe I wouldn't be so bitter about it if she treated him better.
#da2#dragon age 2#carver hawke#aveline vallen#and i know that everyone is nicer about carver when he comes up in conversation when he's dead#because bethany has a softer approach to talking about him to other companions than carver does about her#and the others never got to meet him but it's like... damn he has to be dead and unknown for anyone to say anything nice about him sksks#also playing as a lady warrior this run has given aveline as a companion a new angle and it's... interesting#i usually rival her but my lady hawke is good friends with her due to shared trauma of being at ostagar and losing a loved one in lothering#plus aris is blue/diplomatic and that vibe fits more with a friendship with aveline if that makes sense?#and aveline is a lot kinder to bethany and that makes the impression of her waaaay different#like i meant to make this post after this conversation happened in act 1 but then i forgot so now i'm about halfway through act 2...#we'll see how i feel when we get to the climax with the qunari because that whole thing is where aveline really pisses me off#but yeah anyway i know carver's an ass but that's my guy be nice to him#anyone who isn't nice to the twins i will throw big rocks at
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it's all fun and games just thinking about it and how intimate and hot it would be but if my vampire boyfriend did actually sink his fangs into me I'd 100% be a huge bitch about it I'm sorry. I'd be all "AH AH OWOWOWOWOWOW OWWWWW WUH! Stop stop stop that HURTS! awoooough!!!" and then I'd get all squirmy and there'd be fucking blood everywhere and he'd probably get stuck and rip something and it'd be a fucking MESS. Explain that one to the ER attending. Anyway I need to go into my room and lock the door for a while unrelated to this post. No calls.
#sairambles#vampires#I forgot what made me make this post halfway through writing it but this is what you get#I don't know what guilty gear is. Gear blog? No#Who is Axl Low I don't know him
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