#at recognizing when im slipping into a lie and being like actually its okay for me to have a messy room or eat 3 wraps or whatever

[molerat]

Idk why but i like talking in the tags way more than in actual posts. I guess because its like more private? Honestly no one in their right mind should follow me in the first place so on the rare occasion i do make posts just to kinda talk into the void i dont feel too guilty. Still like putting most of my thoughts in the tags though.

[sylvie-writes]

Beautiful Just the Way You Are

word count: 1982

request: 

warnings: talks of negative self-image. please don’t read if this will upset you! 

a/n: this is part 5 of (undetermined) of me trying to finish requests that have been sent in ages ago. IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. it’s been hard to write but hopefully these will do. please ignore any mistakes, I typed this a bit fast and didn’t really check.

Chris 

You and Chris were getting ready to go to one of his closest friend’s wedding. 

This would be the first time you would meet each other so making a good first impression was a must.

Chris had gone to pick up his suit from the dry cleaners and you were currently scouring through the four dresses your sister-in-laws had lended you. 

The wedding was a summer wedding and it was gonna be held on the beach. 

As of recently, the heat had gotten worse each day meaning you didn’t want to be stuck in a dress that caused you to sweat like a runner after 12 miles. 

Both of Chris’s sisters had noted this and unfortunately all four dresses before you were above the knee, something that made you uneasy.

It seemed that when you were going to meet people or attend public events, your insecurities crept up even more than usual and your mind would shove negative thoughts down your throat. 

You were gorgeous, no doubt, but with such poisonous thoughts of yourself, you couldn't see any beauty as your reflection stared back from the mirror.

The first dress was a lacy yellow v-neck dress. It slightly flared out to the sides and it complimented your figure beautifully.

The second dress was a black bodycon, which made you want to scream. While to the average eye, your curves flourished under this dress, all you could see was a belly and hips that you wanted gone.

The third and fourth dresses were similar with thin spaghetti straps and flowy bottoms which reminded you of a bell.  

Unbeknownst to you, Chris had come back sometimes in between trying on the second and third dress. 

He peeked through the door, admiring how amazing you looked. 

Chris kept thinking how lucky he was to have such a woman until he heard yells of anger that shook him from his daydream. 

That was when you tried on the last dress and the final straw was gone. 

Your anger turned into tears as you collapsed onto the food feeling nothing but pain and worthlessness. 

In seconds, Chris was on the floor with you, wrapping his arms around your front where your arms were held up to your eyes. 

He rocked you back and forth, shushing you gently. 

“(y/n), honey, speak to me. Tell me what I can do to help you?”

Words were worthless at this point and all Chris could make out was “dress.”

He put two and two together and realized that you were upset with the way you looked. 

For some time now, Chris knew this had been a problem, but he didn’t realize it would bubble up this badly.

He knew words of his compliments wouldn’t help at all because you’d just say that he was lying. 

All he wanted was for you to see yourself through his point of view because you were like an angel.

“Hey, love, listen to me.”

Chris removed your hands from your eyes and looked at you in the mirror. 

“You are stunning, always and forever. Your body does amazing things for you and for me.” He chuckled at the end causing you to laugh a bit, a sad smile on your face. 

“I know you don’t believe me, but I would never lie to you. I made you that promise all those years ago and I will keep it forever, you understand me?”

You nodded just wanting to shrug this whole embarrassing experience off. You were never one to want people to see you like this because it felt like you were vying for attention when you weren’t.

“No, (y/n), I want you to say.”

Rolling your eyes, you replied, “Yes, I know, Chris.” 

He smiled and kissed your temple, “There’s my girl. Now c’mon, let's keep this dress on and I’ll help you with your makeup.

Ransom

You and Ransom were at one of Harlan’s publishing parties.

The family was up to their usual shenanigans leaving you and Ransom to sip on one too many drinks to stay interested.

One Joni walked away after trying to sell you some of her face moisturizer that cost more than the largest bag of dog food, Ransom snuck up behind you and led you to the garden, away from the sight of any house guests.

“How about we sneak away and take a dip in the pool?” His eyebrows raised teasingly and it was hard to resist such an offer.

“But Ransom, I don’t have a swimsuit!” You motioned to your maxi dress that was too pretty to damage with chlorine. 

You set your drink down on the cement bench and went to sit beside it before Ransom grabbed your hand and smirked. 

“Fine by me, here, simple fix!” 

In seconds, Ransom slipped off your dress, not even with a tear which was shocking from his usual animalistic movements. 

This left you standing in your simple undergarments, yet feeling more naked than actually being so. 

Ransom placed a kiss on your head before jumping into the pool in his boxers and nothing more.

He seemed ever so happy, waving his arms for you to jump in as he shook his now mop-like hair, now looking like a wet dog. 

Instead, you were sitting quietly on the ledge of the pool, arms wrapped around your waist trying to cover every inch of your exposed body. 

You felt so terrible like the sight Ransom would see would be so repulsive because that was exactly what you were thinking. 

When Ransom noticed that you were frozen in your spot and zoned out on some dragonfly floating in the pool, he swam closer. 

Ransom placed his hands on your thighs and looked up to see tears running down your nose and cheeks, dropping onto your lap.

At his touch, you involuntarily pushed him away and Ransom respected your space, floating back a bit. 

“Angel, what’s wrong?” 

“Ransom, I don’t want to be out here like this!”

You were on the verge of yelling, but instead kept your voice at a harsh whisper.

“Are you afraid someone will see us because (y/n) I can assure you they won’t. Plus, they’ve seen worse happen in this pool, trust me.” Ransom laughed, but you didn’t and he picked up on this, deciding to remain serious for the rest of the conversation.

“No it’s not that. I don’t want YOU to see me like this!”

The man swimming in front of you was in shock at such negative words coming from your mouth. 

He looked at you as an absolute goddess and he often wondered why a beauty like you would stay with a mess like him.

Sure he was gorgeous on the outside, but you were both inside and out.

“You’re just saying that because you feel like you have to, Ransom.”

You huffed and looked the other way, not wanting to even glare at him. 

Ransom laid his head on your lap in defeat.

“What do you want me to do? Worship you? Because I will! Oh (y/n), have mercy on me with your beauty! You are just so-” 

At this point, Ransom was speaking as loud as possible and he knew he was getting on your nerves.

You playfully rolled your eyes, “OKAY OKAY.  I BELIEVE YOU. Will you just hush now!?” 

Ransom looked up with a devious glimmer in his eyes, before he pulled you into the pool and you squealed loudly. 

“I think you are the one who should hush now, missy!”

Andy 

Andy had just gotten off from work and you had just finished making a surprise dinner. 

He was delighted at the sight of homemade chicken pot pie along with two bottles of old fashioned soda, a small tradition between the two of you.

You both settled down to watch a movie with your plates of chicken pot pie.

Andy had picked a movie that you’d never seen before and within five minutes your happy mood had morphed into insecurity. 

Turning, you saw Andy intently watching the movie as the most perfect woman appeared on screen and the negativity sprawled from your mind, turning nothing into something. 

While Andy just innocently enjoyed the movie, your inner saboteur told you that he was more so enjoying the sight of the gorgeous woman on screen. 

After all he had been stuck with you, so you didn’t blame him. 

Well he wasn’t actually stuck with you, but that's what you told yourself. 

You told yourself that he just felt bad for you and that is why he stayed. 

Andy noticed that halfway through the movie, you were uncharacteristically quiet and a sour pout on your face. 

“Gosh, imagine looking like that! That would be a dream.” A bitter laugh ended your snide comment and Andy immediately shut off the tv.

“Why did you do that?!” 

Andy just shook his head, “Because of what you said! (y/n), is there something you’d like to tell me?” 

“All I said was that I wish I looked like her. What’s wrong with that?” You nonchalant shrugged and turned away from his hard stare. 

“Honey, I can read you very well and I can tell that wasn’t just a joke.” 

You were quiet and Andy continued to pry. He pulled you tight to his chest, murmuring whispers of praise causing you to break and cry quietly.

“See, even when you cry, you are pretty.” 

Steve

The funny thing about insecurities is that it can turn someone into an absolute mess or monster. 

In this instance it was both.

You and Steve were at a cafe, one that you had been visiting together for years now.

Today, it seemed that the cafe had hired new employees as at least four faces you didn’t recognize were waltzing around the kitchen. 

It didn’t bother you until a complete beauty who introduced herself as Cara waited at your table. 

At first it was like the green eyed monster had crawled out of you and you felt shameful all until gut intuition showed you that she was being a bit too friendly with Steve. 

Little glances from across the room with flirty waves. At one point you swore that she winked at him. 

Her tone would instantly change anytime she talked to you and that made your blood boil.

Steve noticed your change in attitude as a borderline scary scowl worked its way on your lips. 

You were burning holes into the back of her head as you thought about how perfect the two would be together. 

Steve tried to nudge your half of your sandwich to catch your attention as he was clueless to what was running through your head. 

“Hey, doll. Why don’t you eat your sandwich? The flies are crazy and I can’t keep them away for long!” He swatted at the nagging flies, laughing at how the tiny creatures were defeating him, Captain America. 

You didn’t hear any of what he said and instead mean words that never once came out of his mouth.

“Why don’t you go be with her. She’s so perfect for you anyway.”

You stood from the table and stormed out the door, the tiny bell above it mocking you.

Steve was utterly confused at this random outburst. 

All he had mentioned was the sandwich, nothing about a girl, especially the waitress, whatever her name was.

Thinking back, Steve realized that she was flirting with him, but he was just so used to being friendly that he didn’t notice that he had put up such an illusion.

Especially one that hurt you.

The only word he was able to get out was “what” before he rushed out behind you.

He grabbed your arm and spun you to face him, not angry as he knew exactly how being insecure felt. 

“(y/n), you are the only one who is perfect for me.” 

You just fell into his arms, remembering that you were truly the only one for Steve.

[childish-ish]

my mom wont let me get anymore monster :\

pairing: billy lenz x reader

aha, part two of that last one. also im not very good at part 2s if you can't already tell, anywas for uhhhhh @walt25​ this is for u chief

also sorry again if i butchered his fucking uhh personality, its how i now write him lmfao,,, him talking in fucking..... 3rd pov hehe.

requests open....,,,, pleaase,,,,, request a slasher... ... 

also michael x reader and jason x reader fics coming soon lmfao.

You had to be an absolute fucking idiot to not notice the signs.

I mean - you didn't notice it at first, because you are an absolute fucking idiot - but then you actually saw something - someone, rummaging around in the fridge.

Like any normal - sane person would, you quickly retreat to your room after seeing an unknown man in the kitchen. An actual man with frizzy untamed hair and all-black clothing, save for a dark green sweater. Did he even have shoes on? You didn't really care enough to actually stay and analyze the man.

Again, like any normal, sane person would do, you call the police. You didn't recognize the large body to be anybody of Kappa-Sig, so you immediately dialed the number of emergency - ahaha, just kidding!! You aren’t a fucking normal and sane person! What you do is actually get a camera and step out of your room.

Stepping down the stairs quietly in your socked feet - avoiding the creaky stairs.

Ah, but alas. Once you peek into the kitchen, the male was gone. You drop your camera - screeching in pain as the fucking thing lads on your goddamned foot. "FUCK!" You cried out, crouching and dropping to sit on your bottom.

The other girls were at school that day - some had free periods and doing whatever. You skipped. Knowing you would have to pay something to someone for skipping a singular day.

Later that same day - The Moaner called, shortly after you falling on your ass. You immediately crawled towards the front door and picked up the phone.

The conversation went something like this;

"what did you do to the baby, billy?"

"yeah what'd you do to the fucking baby, billy."

"where's anges, billy..?"

"ayo, wheres anges?! WHO THE FUCK IS ANGES??? you been cheating on me billy?? oh wait if you're mocking a voice of one of your parents - maybe even a babysitter or guardian. then.. anges is your sister. or friend?? dude o-m-g what im like, a detective doin' some detective work n' shit."

"y/n.. where's billy?" he asked in that wailing.. high-pitched voice.

"oh shit, you know my name? ion know bro.. wheres billy? wheres billy..?!" You repeat.

"billy knows what you did last night..." He spits into the phone. "pretty pink cunt. pretty cunt. pretty pretty pretty pretty..."

Anyways. You had called him a little bitch and he hung up. You guess if Billy really did know what you did, he would've had to be there to see it. Somewhere. LATER THAT DAY - Present time.

You had a little alone time despite being alone the entire day. you catch my drift?

You cleaned yourself up and had disposed of the towel you placed under yourself, not wanting to dirty or piss accidentally on your bed.

Soon, you were drawing on the floor, fucking around with waterpaints - when the goddamned phone rang. A string of curses fall from your lips.

As you took a single step outside your room, the ringing stopped for one moment, before starting up again.

Quickly, you step out fully and jogged down the hallway. Peering down the stairs to see a - well. That figure from earlier - from the kitchen. You take two steps down the stairs.

"AYO?" You shout, immediately putting up your defences. "you know, ive read about this somewhere." You narrow your eyes, squinting at the male.

"ayo - ayo chill." You take a stumbling step backwards as he twitched, falling onto your ass, your ankle rolling. You curse before peeking up -

"Oh FUCK - oh FUCK??" You realize, he was halfway up the stairs. Oh my fucking god, where were the goddamned other girls. School still? What time was it? Fuck you don't know.

"Billy.. Billy likes you. Billy likes pretty piggy. Pretty p - piggy cunt." He spits out the last letter.

"You know what Billy. I like you too. You're pretty chill." You let him come closer, dominate hand clenched in a fist by your side. You let him take a few steps closer. The deranged male looms over you. His peach.. sickly yellow skin. Crazy brown eyes peer into your own.

"billy knows what you're doing. billy doesn't like it."

You sweat under the pressure. "What the fuck - ?" You let the curse slip past by your lips as the male falls onto you. You scream in surprise as the male practically dry humps against your hips slowly.

Pushing him away, you hear the front door open.

"Y/n!" You recognize the voice as Barb. The male glares angrily into your eyes, a warning for something, then scrambled off you and quietly scuttles down the hallway. You wonder where he goes.

"Dude!" You shout out from the floor, before pushing yourself up. "Holy shit you would not believe what happened - " You pause immediately. You were sure he could hear you. You change the subject.

"Bro nevermind i’m going to sleep again don’t fucking bother me!"

"I'll tell the other girls then!" Barb called back. You see her wave lazily before she leaves your line of view.

You scrambled down the hallway, to your room.

Where this little goddamned fuck was fucking with your water paints. Once you had entered the room, his attention was solely on your figure.

"OI!" You whisper-shout. His eyebrows jump up in confusion. "Stop fucking with that!"

Billy leaps away, onto your bed. He bounces for a few moments before you drag your attention back to your paints. You immediately began to clean up.

Once finished, you turn your bitch-ass attention to little Billy.

“Billy. How’d you get in the house fool? Oh wait, if you were actually forreal rummaging through out fucking fridge then.. do you live here?”

“billy’s been here forever. billy doesn’t like sharing his house. billy likes you.”

“damn lmao. thanks chief. anyways don’t kill me or ill fucking fuck you over from the other side.”

“billy likes pretty piggy.” he said ferociously.

“cool. anyways,”

you begin to ramble on to the male, asking him questions here and there about why he was there and why the fuck didn’t he kill you, you got the same answers as before, going on and on as you lie next to the seated, criss-crossed legged male, an arm behind your head as you tell him about your favorite shit to do and such.

Soon, it was okay. Billy was chill enough to actually not kill you, he told you in broken words that he lived there like he fucking said before but you don’t listen lmfao, he had hung around you alot when you had gotten home from your classes, sometimes waking up to the male besides you when you wake - you had caught him watching you shower, and offered him a shower as well. With no hesitation, he stripped and hopped it, immediately groping your body as his tongue licked upon the skin on your neck. It was a weird - sexual yet friendly relationship. You literally had no idea where this was gonna go,

[glassartpeasants]

Crying In The Club .8

Yandere!Overhaul x F!Reader

*Part 1* *Part 2* *Part 3* *Part 4* *Part 5* *Part 6* *Part 7* *Part 8*

Warnings: Yandere overhaul, angst, non-consensual touching, blood & gore, torture, death, sassy reader, some sexual references 

A/N: Yeah It gets kinda gruesome in this chapter so lol. But as a warning I will put a warning *GORE* before it truly begins. I was just in the mood for some good old gore.

Taglist

@hello-lucky-luka @winchester-wifey

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Another meeting, another hour of torture. You couldn’t believe it. After 6 months of being with your boyfriend, thinking all the horror was gonna end, you were dragged back into the devils lair. Not only was he actually a sociopath but this man fully believed that he could convince you to love him. As if.

How could you love someone who hurt you in horrific ways? He lowered your self esteem until it was practically nothing by the time he let you go. You had only gotten it back a little bit when (????) came into the picture. You couldn’t help but cry the night you were brought back here. How could you be happy knowing the one person you felt safe with was dead all because of some psychotic man who believed you were his.

A gloved hand on your thigh ripped you out of your thoughts. You tried not to tense up and show that the feeling was unwelcomed. Which it was. You felt his thumb rub up and down your thigh while he was talking to some random crime boss. You looked around the room uncomfortable as you were the only woman in the entire area. It felt as if all eyes were on you. They were undressing you with their eyes. You could tell by the way the two younger men that licked their lips were looking you up and down. It seems that you recognize many of these people from when you use to go to the meetings before you left.

It looked like many of the older men had learned their lesson since not one of them looked in your direction. But the younger men seemed to be new. You refused to show weakness and go crawling to Overhaul for some sort of safety. So you decided to do the next best thing. Show them that you weren’t gonna stand to be looked at like prey.

“Can you two men stop looking at me like Im a piece of meat? This is a professional meeting and you acting anything less then professional. Plus I’m taken.” You cross your arms while glaring at the two men with hatred. Everyone was silent as they all looked at you. Surprised you had said anything. You weren’t going to let some horny men look at you like that.

“You know Overhaul, you should teach her not to say anything. This is a professional meeting after all.”

“Pfft, professional meeting? Last time I was in a meeting like this, all you disgusting men couldn’t keep your eyes off of me. Shame your guys wives doesn’t know your checking out younger women.” You smirk. Idiots be wearing wedding bands on their fingers. Listen you were no mobster but its pretty common sense to not show any weakness. Especially something as crucial as a wife or husband.

No one said a word. You stood your ground, you showed you weren’t afraid of these people. But you weren’t gonna lie, You were bat shit terrified. All these men were so much bigger then you were. 

‘Keep the confident front! Don’t show any fear!’

“How did you-”

“The wedding bands on your fingers.” All the men looked at their fingers realizing you had caught them. They then looked at you before they grumbled. Well everyone except the two younger men.

“Well sweets we don’t have any wedding bands. Hey Overhaul, you willing to sell that pretty thing over there?” Your eyes widen. Did these men really think you were just some toy to be pawned off? You did not miss this at all. In fact you fuckin hated this.

Before you could growl at them Kai had sen’t them a glare. He grabbed your hip and brought you in between his legs. His right arm snaking around your waist.

“No she’s not for sale. Let’s continue this meeting before I lose my temper.” Well this did not go the way you thought it would hot damn.

~~~

You sit on the couch near the back door. Watching as the older men leave with their tails in between their legs. Even if you would never admit it, Kai is much younger then most of these men. So if they were to fight him, they wouldn’t have a good chance in fighting. But the younger men, you don’t know for sure. Speaking of them you didnt see them leave the compound.

“Miss (Y/N), Overhaul had requested your presence in the basement.” Your breathing hitched as a feeling of dread washed your entire body. What did you do? You had only been back for 3 days! You couldn’t have done-

Oh yeah.

‘How could I completely forget about how I just dissed those men. Oh im so mega fucked.’ You breath lowly in fear of what would happen to you. Damnit you should have just been quiet and took it. Now you were gonna feel his wraith. Why did you do that? 

You follow the man towards the basement where you heard Kai’s voice talking to someone. Was it Hari? No couldn’t be. Hari’s voice held a bit more of a sweeter tone. At least to you. This voice was similar but you couldn’t put a finger on where you heard it before. Think, think, think damnit-

The to men from the meeting.

Your eyes grow wide as you walked down the stairs and heard the door close behind you. The creaking of the wooden stairs seem to ring in your ears as your eyes slowly adjust to the darkness. Your legs jelly as you fear what you might see. What could Kai be doing to those men? Even if they were a little creepy they had probably learned their lesson when Kai had screamed at them when you were leaving the room after the meeting.

Once your feet met the concrete floor of the basement your eyes wide at the sight before you. 

****GORE****

Right in front of you was the 2 men, tied in chairs, face bloody. You could have sworn some of their teeth were missing.

“Aw my lovely angel. Look, now they can never say anything to you. They don’t deserve to see your beauty. I’m proud of you for showing me which disgusting creatures were looking at you.” Kai said as he up behind you. He settled his chin on the top of your head. You see his beak coming off from the top of your head. His hands rubbing your shoulders gently, moving his thumbs in circular patterns.

“You stupid bitch! Were in here because of you-”

“(R/N) cut of their tongues. No one speaks to my angel in such a way.” You gasped as you backed up. Trying to escape the scene that was about to unfold. But you couldn’t Kai had grasped your chin and made you watch as a subordinate of his grabbed the tongue of one of the men before a sickening rip followed as the other man screamed. Blood gushed out of his mouth as the man coughed. Struggling not to choke on his own blood. 

The other man suffered the same fate followed by the familiar rip. Tears were rushing down your eyes as you felt bile rise up in the back of your throat. Kai looked down at you and saw the tears and gushed out of your eyes.

“Aw angel why are you crying? Is it because you know they’ll never say such vile things to you again? Your welcome for protecting you.” Kai softly spoke as he nudged his head in between your shoulders. You felt like you were watching a horror film but in 3D. 

The mens blood covered the tops of their shirts as they cough it all up. The men looked on the verge of passing out. One of them looked at you with a glare causing you to lift up your arms to cover your eyes. Your lip quivering in fear as you hear a pop and the gurgling screams of the men in front of you.

3 more pop sounds came and you were flinching every time one pop had came. You move your fingers to the side and see the men with their eyes gauged out of their sockets.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You vomited all over the ground as the men screamed even louder. You couldn’t see it. You didn’t want to see it. You were about to run out of the room before you slipped on your on vomit and hit your head against the concrete floor.

~~~

You open your eyes only to be greeted by a blinding white light. You move your arm to cover it so your eyes don’t sting. You flutter your eyes a bit before looking around your room. A pure white room that looked like a hospital room. You groaned. Was it all just a bad dream? I mean you did go to the hospital the day before you got kidnapped again. 

You smile a bit, thinking it was all but just a dream. You could go back to your loving boyfriend, you could eat with him and just enjoy his presence. You missed him dearly. The thought of him got your heart pumping harder and harder. You couldn’t wait to see his cheeky smile and that cute little mole on his chin.

Just as you were about to get up from the bed and go home, your thoughts were snapped when you heard the familiar voice of your captor. That meant that this wasn’t a dream. No, this was a living nightmare. You hadn’t dreamed this, it was real. Your boyfriend was dead and you were still in the clutched of the devil himself.

You let out a little whimper when you moved your head a bit. You gently touch the side of your head wincing at the pain. The sudden thoughts of what happened earlier scratched into your head. You shiver at the thought of what else could’ve happened while you were out. 

“Ah my darling angel, your finally awake. Is your head okay? Nasty gash you had. Since you fell in your own vomit I had to give you a bath. I never thought you would be even more beautiful then you already were.” Your eyes widen. He had changed you?! That means he saw everything! EVERYTHING!

Your cheeks grew red in embarrassment as you try and turn your head away. Only for Kai’s gloved hand to bring your face back to his.

“Aw my angel, don’t be embarrassed now. It’s not like I will never see you like that again. Trust me my love, one day you’ll be crying my name.”

[forever-rogue]

THIS THE DUMBEST MF REQUEST U EVER HEARD BUT IM ON MY PERIOD AND I HAVE TO TAKE MEDS BC CHRONIC CRAMPS ANS ITS GIT SO MUCH MF CAFFIENE AND IM FUCKING TRIPPING RN AND FOR SOME DUMBASS REASON I NEED DIN X READER WHERE READER TAKES MEDS AND GOES BATSHIT CRAZY LITERALLY IM SHAKING SO MUCH WOEOWOW SORRY THIS IS ACTUALLY SOME TH IFN IM ASKING FOR YOURE GRET!!

Hi friend, I hope you’re okay now and feeling better! Din blurb? Din blurb. Enjoy! Thank you @rosetophighlander for providing some much needed inspo!

Mandalorian Masterlist

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When it came to your least favorite time of the month, you were normally able to handle it...for the most part. It’d been a routine that you’d been going through for what seemed like eons, but some months were worse than others. This was one of those times; not just one of those times, but also the first time you’d had this much pain around your Mandalorian companion.

The morning had gone fairly well, you’d made sure to stay hydrated and eaten a decent breakfast, along with your small green friend, but why the time the afternoon started, your insides were in utter turmoil. You thought you were doing a fairly good job of keeping a neutral face and hiding it. Until...

“What’s wrong?” Din’s gaze was trained on as you sat in the co-pilot’s seat, hand on your stomach and a contorted look on your face. So much for handling it well...but it was hard when it felt like your innards were being eaten.

“N-nothing,” you lied, biting the inside of your cheek as another wave of cramps rolled over you. You should have known better than to lie to him. He was a trained bounty hunter, years of practice had made it easy for him to read just about anyone.

“Why are you lying?” he asked and you just sigh and let your head flop to the side, letting out an exasperation groan.

“Period,” you finally said through gritted teeth as you pointedly avoided looking at him, “I’m on my period.”

“Oh,” he sounded almost nervous but just awkwardly cleared his throat. He wasn’t inept when it came to a woman’s body, but it had been some time since he’d experienced being with a woman during her time of the month. You just nodded and a waved a hand in his general direction, “is there...”

“No,” you said quietly, hoping that if you remained seated and still that the pain would dull and pass quickly. Din stood up after a few more moments of watching you silently struggled with the waves of pain, disappearing without a word. Maybe you’d scared him off?

But no - he was back within a few minutes, handing you a big glass of water, followed by a few pills that you didn’t recognize. You didn’t even bother to ask what they were, or what their origins were, but you quickly swallowed them and down the glass of water.

“That should help,” he said softly and you nodded, giving him a thankful smile, “maybe you should...take a nap.”

“I’m not tired though,” you insisted, knowing the tiredness that always accompanied this time of month could come later in the afternoon. It always did, like clockwork.

“You’ll...just trust me,” he insisted, nudging his head in the direction of the your shared sleeping space, “you’ll want to sleep. It might be...just take a nap.”

“Oh...kay,” you shrugged and decided to oblige him, slowly clambering out of spot and heading for your cot. You might have been going crazy...but did you already feel better? Din wasn’t normally so cryptic or weird, but you weren’t to question him. Besides, maybe a nap would be nice...

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Once you’d slipped into your cot, it took only a few minutes until you gave into the soft pull of sleep. If you’d been awake, it would have surprised you, but instead you were quickly snoring...and loudly.

But then...almost as quickly as you feel asleep, you were wide awake again. Your eyes snapped open as you felt a rush of energy running through your veins...you felt more awake than you possibly ever had. But your pain was gone, instead you felt nothing but pure adrenaline pumping through your body.

“Din,” you almost shouted, as you jumped up and ran to find him. When you didn’t spot him anywhere on your floor, you climbed up the cockpit and found him there, playing with the Child, “Din!”

A small, quiet oh no spilled from his lips as you almost barreled him over in your attempt to sit down in your normal spot. He had hoped this wouldn’t happen, it was a risk he was taking...but alas. Your eyes were wide as you sat down and stared at him, speaking so fast that he wasn’t able to catch more than a word here and there. Part of him wondered if you were even speaking Basic anymore.

“andidon’tevenknowwhatyougavemebutifeelsoalive,” you jumped up again, peeking outside, studying the dying light of day. Maybe you could go out and explore for a awhile. Just as you started walking off again, Din grabbed your arm and keep you from walking away, “what?”

“I think you need to stay inside and sit with me,” he felt bad that you’d had such a reaction to the pills he gave you, but couldn’t deny that he was little amuse, “it’ll pass soon, but I need to keep an eye on you to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.”

“I’ll be fine,” you insisted, bouncing on your heels as he kept you restrained, “I just want to go and explore!”

“Cyare...no, just say with me please,” he insisted softly, “but are you...feeling better?”

“There’s no pain,” you promised, “I just feel so...alive! Have you ever heard colors before? I’m pretty sure I’m can hear them!”

“Kriff,” he sighed lightly to himself.

“What even was that stuff?!” you asked as you pulled free from his hold on you and started to dance around the open space, “I love it! I feel so alive!”

“Painkillers,” he admitted honestly, letting the Child down to try and get you in his arms again so you wouldn’t hurt anyone...namely yourself, “apparently much more potent for someone of your size.”

“We should get more of that stuff! We should go to the market and buy some,” you grabbed his hand and started to dance with him, finding it hard to get the large man to move along with you, “you should take some too! Maker, can you imagine how much we could if we don’t have to sleep and we just play?!”

“You can’t buy this stuff at the market,” in order to give you some reprieve, he gave in and danced with you, letting you guide him around the open space.

“Where then!? We have to go!”

“It’s not exactly...legal,” he confessed the last part quietly, but you were so hyper-aware of everything that you picked up on it. You shrugged it off regardless, “I probably shouldn’t have given it you. I should have known better...”

“No, this is great,” you insisted, stopping and put your hands on his shoulders, “I’ve never felt so...amazing! I feel like I can do anything!”

“Yeah...that’s one of the effects,” he cursed himself silently. He’d just wanted help you and alleviate your pain, instead he’d created a whole different type of problem, “cyare, why don’t you come with me and we can go lie down.”

“But I don’t wanna,” you pouted at him, but he just hung his head, “I just wanna go outside and be with you!”

The last part tugged on his heartstrings a little bit, and while he was glad you weren’t in pain, he didn’t mean to induce all of this either. At least this way you were enjoying yourself; the grin on your face hadn’t faltered once. He weighed his options for a moment before nodding lightly, “alright. We’ll go outside and explore for a little bit, but if and when you start to feel sleepy or anything else, you let me know, yes?”

“Duh,” you promised him, your eyes glowing with excitement as you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his helmet, where his cheek would be, “we’re gonna have so much fun!”

You leaned down and picked up the Child, carefully as you could in your current state, and Din stopped breathing for a moment. He knew you’d never do anything to hurt him, but in your haze, he was mildly concerned. But you were still so gentle with him, making sure he held tightly against your chest before descending the latter to go downstairs.

“Come on, slow poke!” you called to him as he listened to your footsteps running out of the ship. He sighed lightly, almost in amusement as he quickly followed after you.

He had a feeling you weren’t going to be the only exhausted by the time you were coming down from your high. At least he knew better for next time: half dose...or perhaps something more legal...either way, he vowed to make sure to take care of you.

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The Baker And Her Actor: part IV [Click, Click, and Post!]

Parings: Chris Evans x Black Fem!Reader

Summary: You meet Chris while making a house delivery for the Evans. He can’t get you off of his mind, and to be honest neither can you.

Warnings: profanity, sexual content, angst, but overall fluff!

Notes: I hope you guys enjoy! If you have any request feel free to share those. Leave comments in the notes section!

Previous parts: (1) (2) (3) (3 cont.)

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Y/n’s Point Of View:

Body aching, you shift once more before waking up.

You let out a loud groan of fustration. You’d beeen tossing and turning all night.

You were sad and felt like an idiot for what you did to Chris. Running off like Cinderella with no explinatiom was just so pathetic, especially after the perfect night you to had.

You knew you wanted to take things slow and you should have just conveyed that instead of running off no questions asked.

You needed to make things right.

Rolling over reaching into your night stan you grab your phone yanking out the charger.

Two missed calls from Kiara.

One text message from deac.

Three twitter notifications.

Nothing from Chris.

Sighing, you make your way over to the messages app. Opening up the messages between you and Chris.

Reluctantly you begin typing worried to wake him or if he’d be too upset and just leave you on read, and well who could you really blame if he did.

Y/n: Hi.

It had been fifteen minutes since you sent that lackluster texts message.

He’d probably seen it and thrown it and you away for some other hot Hollywood chick he had stored in his phone.

How was it possible to even screw that up.

Well great job Y/n another one bites the dust.

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Chris’s Point Of View:

I’d be lying if i say I hadn’t seen your message. I wasn’t busy, I wasn’t doing anything at all.

I was just confused. You had me confused, confused enough to sit on my sofa coffee in hand watching my phone hoping you’d text again or even call.

I shouldn’t be a dick. I’m sure you had your reasons for pulling away, maybe it was too fast or you weren’t really into me.

Were you using me?

No I can’t think that, you’d never. You didn’t seem like the type. If you were you’d done it already and wash your hands with me by now.

Just fucking text her back, meatball.

Chris: Hi.

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Y/n’s Point Of View:

Your phone pinged from across the room. Hearing the alert almost made you jump across the terrain of your bedroom.

Notification from The Captain.

Your heart nearly stopped. He finally responded like you hoped he would.

The Captain: Hi.

Shit he seems upset.

Call him.

Setting aside your nerves and pride you dial his number hoping he’d pick up so you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself once more.

Pick up.

Pick up.

C’mon pick up

Just pick up th-.

“Hello.” His raspy voice answers.

Oh

“Hello- erm good morning.” You state attempting to should chipper.

“Good morning y/n.” Chris repeats.

Just cut to the chase.

“So..about last night.’ You mutter. “I just want you to know it’s not you I promise I’m just stupid and shouldn’t have pulled away you were nothing but great I just. I’m not sure why I did that.”

Lying obviously.

“Y/n. You don’t have to explain anything to me, I’m not upset. I’d be lying if I say I wasn’t shocked and confused. But I’m not upset or blaming you.” Chris reassures.

Even through the phone he managed to convey his bubbling emotions.

“Can I see you today.” You ask nerves bubbling in your chest.

“What do you have in mind?”

-

You arrive at Chris’s house after an slight delay at the security gate. You couldn’t believe they thought you were there to “violate the tenants homes.”

Y/n: I’m outside.

The Captain: Im coming.

Finally you see Chris, jogging out of his home making sure to lock the door on his way out.

You unlock the door allowing him to jump into the passenger seat.

“Hey, sorry I was late dodger was being a tad bit fussy.” Chris apologizes.

“No, I’m sorry you have to be in my half ass car.” You joke

“No it’s great. Seriously!’ Chris reassures. “You got leather seats and Evan a sun roof.”

“Chris its a thirteen year old car, I’m suprised she’s still going.”

“Speaking of going. Where are we going?” Chris quips

“You’ll see.” You smirk

-

“A farmers market?” Chris questions stepping out of the car.

“Yes this is where I get my produce I don’t want any of the pesticides in grocery store produce.” You explain grabing your reusable grocery bags from the back seat.

“I hadn’t even thought about that before.’ Chris admits. “Let me get that for you.” Taking the bags from you slinging them over his shoulder.

You notice him slipping on some sun glasses. It wasn’t sunny at all, it was actually quite dull out.

“What’s with the glasses MIB?” You tease.

“Just not in the mood to be recognized, thats all.”

Sometimes when you were with Chris it slipped your mind that he was a wildly famous A-list celebrity. So you could understand the need for privacy and not wanting to be noticed all the time.

“Mm.’ You say. “Oh I always wanna get these Dutch donuts for my team. They’ve been working so hard I think they deserve something.”

“That’s sweet of you. I can help you bring them.” Chris offers

“If you want, but warning kiaras there and she’ll be a little bit over the top.” You warn

“Yeah I figured that when she pretended to not know I was in the house on our date.” Chris admits chuckling lightly.

You let a small smile paint your face thinking back to your date. “So about our date, I really wanna be honest and transparent here.” You say picking threw a pile of apples.

Chris faces you giving his undivided attention. It was clear to him there was something you wanted to get off your chest since you continued to peruse the conversation.

“It’s just, I haven’t talked to a guy, been with a guy, touched a guy in five years since my last serious relationship and I freaked out.” You admit sheepishly.

You couldn’t look at him you were too embarrassed.

You felt Chris slip his hand onto your free one rubbing across its skin comforting.

“Y/n like I said before you don’t have to explain it to me. I’m not upset, but I’m glad you feel comfortable enough to tell me this. I want what you want. We can take this as slow as you’d like.” Chris clarifies

You for sure felt like Chris was a safe space for you. He wasn’t judging you or shaming you. He was kind and understanding, another thing you loved about him.

“Let’s get their donuts.” You say.

-

“Ladies first.” Chris smirks opening the door for you, hands full of donut boxes.

You cheeks burn the heat rising he definitely knew what he was doing being so cheeky.

“Guys I brought snacks!” You shout hoping to catch their attention in the back.

Kiara springs out from the kitchen, hair in a bun outfit covered in flour. “Yes you did, and I’m not talking about the food.” Kiara flirts undressing Chris with her eyes.

Chris erupts in a belly laugh. You knew she was only kidding but you felt a little jealous, even though he wasn’t yours.

“Okay.’ You interrupt sass in your voice. “so I have different assortments of donuts. So take your pick and choose wisely.”

You feel a familiar hand rest on your shoulder. “You okay.” Chris ask eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah, yes I’m great.” You lie shaking off the bad vibes.

Chris shoots you a small smile, Warming your heart.

You notice Deac coming out of the kitchen. Arms crossed tightly.

“What’s all this.” Deacon speaks.

“Uh this, is me bringing you guys a treat for you hard work.” You motion to all the donuts

“And him.” Deac points at Chris .

The room goes stiff.

Please not now.

Deacon let’s out a sarcastic chuckle. “I just don’t understand, I’ve known your for a long ass time and you’ve never gone out with me, there is always some excuse, but you meet mr. hot shot Hollywood and your all over him. Just don’t be disappointed when he lets you down y/n.” Deacon states practically shouting.

The room was silent as he threw his Apron down rushing out of the building.

Your heart raced, turning to face Chris you notice he was quite red. Clearly flustered but what just went down.

“I should go.” Chris states hesitantly

“How you didn’t drive?” You remind him

“Don’t worry about me.” Chris says turning to walk out.

“Chris Wait!” You shout following him out.

“Y/n, it’s fine I should get going anyway. I don’t wanna damper the party.” Chris admits voice soft

“You aren’t, please don’t be mad.” You plead

Chris brings you in for a hug placing a small kiss on your hairline. “I’m not mad I promise.” Chris states

You both stay embrace in each other for what seems like an eternity.

A sudden shift in Chris body causes your eyes to shoot open. “Shit.” He whispers shouts

Pulling back immediately.

“What, what is it?” You question anxiously

“I got to go, go back inside please.” Chris begs walking away.

You follow his orders walking back in side completely baffled by what’s just happened.

-

Chris’s Point Of View:

Getting back home I quickly get on the phone.

“Megan, yeah we have a problem.” I state prepared to tell her everything.

Everything about how I’d been seeing you, how a pap had just shot about 50 photos of us in the span of .5 seconds.

This wasn’t good, and was the last thing I wanted for you.

“Chris this could be all over the news by tomorrow morning, what were you thinking.” Megan shouts

“I wasn’t! I thought we were safe!” I rebuttle.

“How do you know she didn’t call the paparazzi? It wouldn’t be the first time someone you’ve been talking to has done that.” She reminds me

Sitting back down I place my head in my palms fustrated. “I know I know.” I repeat.

“We can fix this, we have to for y/n’s sake she isn’t ready for the wolves yet.” I speak.

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A/n: so like I stated previously this is based off the beauty and the baker on abc and I don’t wanna pull to far from that. So Deacon is gonna be our Vanessa 🤣.

But I know things seem rocky but they are in a good spot. Their both confused and now Chris is angry that he put you in that position to get violated by the public.

Kiara is just jokingly flirting nothing serious she supports them!

This is gonna be a long tale for our love birds. ❤️

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MO DAO ZU SHI REREAD:Thoughts™️....and Stuff

Chapter 40

“They should’ve been able to talk, to say who they were, to shout for help. However, the awful thing was that somebody had cut all of their tongues off before this.” In case i havent said it enough, i hate Xue Yang!!!!

I dont have anything funny or witty to say, this whole situation is just sad

“She instinctively hated him and refused to settle. And so, whenever Xue Yang went out night-hunting with Xiao XingChen, she’d secretly follow them. Even when they were in the same house, she didn’t lower her guard.” She lived constantly on guard for, what, years?

Nobody told xxc stories when he was a kid, which I believe to be a crime

The first disciple to leave the mountain, YanLing DaoRen, was an excellent and renowned cultivator, but suddenly became a villian for some unknown reason and died under thousands of swords, according to xxc (parallels wwx a little)

“‘The second disciple was a girl and also very outstanding.’ Wei WuXian’s chest felt warm. She was ZangSe SanRen.” 🥺

“How would an outstanding and beautiful cultivator settle on a servant. This story’s so cliche. It’s probably made up by some poor scholar.” Oh little A-Qing... (wait this mirrors lwj and wwx’s love story, except of course the death part, because in my eyes they just cultivate to immortality and live happily ever after, together forever)

Shut up, wwx, you’re not a villain

Xxc describing sl makes me uuuh wanna cry “A very good friend of mine.” “A sincere man of noble nature.”

Shut the fuck up Xue Yang, no body cares

SHUT UP XXC CARRIED A-QING TO BED THATS ADORABLE 🥺 BIG BRO XINGCHEN EVEN TUCKED HER IN

Shut up!!!! He went and got her candy!!!! And then gave her candy everyday!!!!

Sl said to A-Qing the exact same the xxc said to her, like almost word for word... hold i...

Also note that wwx said they must have been very good friends to be so much alike 

Why did he hesitate???

“Song Lan answered straight away, ‘His height is similar to mine. His appearance is rather fine. His sword is carved with patterns of frost.’” Dont ask why this drove me crazy 

Sl was looking for xxc for years....

“For some reason, Song Lan’s face was extremely pale. He stared at the door of the coffin home, as if he would rush inside if he could, but was too scared to do so.”

“The instant he heard the [xxc’s] voice, Song Lan’s hands trembled so much that A-Qing could clearly see it.”

Sl was so angry his entire body was shaking

Xy is disgusting

After the attack of Baixue temple, while injured, sl said some nasty things to xxc....sounds alot like the aftermath of Nightless City....

“Who was the one who said ‘from now on, we won’t need to meet again’? Wasn’t it you, Daozhang Song? He listened to your request and disappeared after he dug out his eyes for you, but why have you come to him now?” Shut up shut up shut up

Fuck Xue Yang!!!!

“Song Lan looked down at Shuanghua’s blade, which penetrated his heart, then slowly looked up again. He saw Xiao XingChen, who calmly held the sword.” Im gonna cry

“Slowly, Song Lan fell to his knees before Xiao XingChen.” Yup im crying

“At such a time, if Song Lan passed his sword to Xiao XingChen’s hands, Xiao XingChen would’ve immediately known who he was. He’d be able to recognize the sword of his closest friend with just a touch.” He would have known sl’s sword by just a touch....

Sl didnt pass his sword to xxc so that he didnt have to bear the burden of knowing he killed him.....

“...large drops of tears rolled from her eyes. Although she was scared, A-Qing reached out to close Song Lan’s eyes. She then kneeled in front of him and put her palms together, ‘Daozhang, please don’t blame me or the other daozhang.’”

She kowtowed in front of sl’s body....

A-Qing is smart and quick witted, pulling such a fast lie like that

“Cut a few dozens of times on her face so that she’ll never have the guts to go outside again.” 😧

How xy can say something like that and then offer up a plate of bunny shaped apple slices that he cut himself is beyond me

“Looking at the plate of cute, delicate slices, disgust filled both A-Qing’s and Wei WuXian’s hearts.” Yeah me too

(Chapter 41 & Chapter 42 below the cut)

Chapter 41

A-Qing didnt wanna tell xxc about sl...

“The blood grew more and more and eventually leaked through the bandages, trickling down from where his eyes once were.” God he’s crying ....

“Originally, the injury of his eyes would bleed whenever he had excessive thoughts or emotions, but it hadn’t recurred in quite a long while.” I hate this

“...after Xiao XingChen managed to calm down, he told A-Qing, ‘A-Qing, run away.’” I hate this so much

“I can’t go. I need to find out what exactly he’s trying to do...If I left him here alone, I’m afraid that the people of Yi City would sink into his hands.” Y’all gotta stop with this selfless,self sacrificing, being a good caring person shit man, its okay to save yourselves sometimes

“A-Qing’s sobs weren’t faked anymore. She tossed the bamboo pole to the side and clung to Xiao XingChen’s leg...”

“Xiao XingChen asked coldly, ‘Was it fun?’ Xue Yang took another bite into the apple that was still in his hand. He only replied after calmly chewing for a while and swallowing the fruit, ‘Yes. Of course it was fun.’” I hate him

Even the idea that xy did all this because he was bored...

“My finger was my own, while those lives were other peoples’. They wouldn’t be equal no matter how many lives I killed. It was only around fifty. How could it have possibly been equal to one of my fingers?” I cannot even begin to express my disgust...

This is all so sad....

“… Is that you, ZiChen?”

“Even if the two swords had just clashed, Xiao XingChen should be able to tell who the other was from only the strength of the attack...He turned around slowly and reached out a quivering hand, feeling for the blade of Song Lan’s sword.”

“… ZiChen… Daozhang Song… Daozhang Song… Is that you…?” Im crying again

And he’s crying nonstop

“… What happened…? Say something…”

“Xiao XingChen stood blankly in front of Song Lan. Putting his hands on his head, he wailed as though he was ripping his chest apart.” I cant handle this shit im about to stop reading

Fuck you, Xue Yang

“At this moment, Wei WuXian saw himself in Xiao XingChen. Him, who failed miserably as he stood drenched in blood, who couldn’t do anything except silently acknowledge the critiques and accusations, who was wholly beyond hope, who could only cry in despair!” Yeah i didnt need that in the middle of all this

“He could only whimper in pain, ‘Please. Let me go.’” Im really going through it

They all died in such horrific ways

Thank goodness thats over!!!!

Chapter 42

Wwx really implied that xy killed Chang Ping as revenge for xxc huh....wow no

Even in death, A-Qing is brave. Thank you for your contribution in ending that mf

Lwj cuts off xy’s arm when he reaches towards wwx

There was so much blood on the ground that wwx almost slipped in it, gross

Lmao i didnt think lwj would be the one to just toss a pouch to someone but here we are

Wn just squatting on the ground, chillin

Okay yanno what im still confused as hell as to why the juniors were lead to yi city...

God that makes me so angry, Xue Yang keeping the piece of candy for years and holding onto it when he died, like even the idea that he liked xxc and still decided to torture him to death good lord

“Lifting up the hem of his robes, Lan WangJi stepped over the high threshold in an elegant manner, then nodded.”  Wwx just looks at lwj do literally anything and is just like “he’s so elegant 😍 so graceful 🥰 look at my lan zhan, so pretty 🥰😍🥰”

“When he wakes, say I’m sorry, it wasn’t your fault.” Wow....

“He still wore the dark cultivation robes. Standing alone, he carried two swords, Shuanghua and Fuxue, he brought two souls, Xiao XingChen and A-Qing, and walked another path.” Wow.... i wish for you the best, Song Lan

Lsz standing and wondering if xxc and sl would ever meet again....

I agree with jl, death is too light of a punishment for xy

Lmfnck ljy cried the loudest out of everyone sjnckck

The juniors light incense and burning paper money for them 🥺 they’re so sweet

ItS nOt lIkE yOuVE DiEd HoW wOuLd YoU KnOw iF DeaD pEoPle ReCiEve PaPeR MonEY

PLEASE WATCH YOUR MOUTH JINGYI

“How come? Was I really that much of a failure? Was there not a single person who burned paper money for me? Was it really because nobody burned them that I didn’t receive any?” STOOOOOP

“Looking at his calm face, Wei WuXian thought to himself, Really? Had he really not burnt anything?!” Okay i don’t remember if he actually did or not but nonetheless this shit hurted

The hunter was probably the same person who lead them together to yi city with the corpses, BUT WHY THO

Awwww wwx happy to see Lil Apple

Stop teasing jl, wwx, its not nice

Even though the lookout towers are a good idea, and benefit smaller more remote towns, i cant help but wonder if there was some kind of ulterior motive behind them

“Almost all of the dishes were covered in red. Paying attention to Lan WangJi’s chopsticks, he notes that he ate mostly from the milder dishes, rarely the bright-red ones. Even when he did, his expression remained the exact same. Wei WuXian felt something tug at his heart.” uGGgGgGHhHhH 

[neo-princess]

Helloooooooooo can you please do a NCT dream reaction to another member hurting you? If you can't it's perfectly fine! Thanks anyways 💖💖💖your writing is so good 🥺🥺🥺

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH! I swear I’m so unoriginal I literally need to survive off of asks.

Renjun

You were slapping jaemin back and forth, playfully of course. You slapped his arm and he slapped yours back, you guys progressively got harder as you went. However, Jaemin when from like 30% all the way to 96%. slapping your arm so hard you belted out a scream. Renjun spring up, recognizing your voice. He rushed into the room seeing you hunched over clutching your forearm.

“Oh, I really hurt you? I’m so-,”

“What did YOU DO!” Renjun snapped rushing over to you.

He removed your hand from your arm, seeing the red hand mark there.

“Why did you hurt her?” Renjun asked, this time more disbelief in his tone.

“I didn’t mean to.” Jaemin spoke.

“He didn’t mean to, we were just playing around.” You told him.

Renjun looked at you, shocked that you’d do something where you could get hurt.

“Don’t do it anymore, if you’re gonna get hurt y/n.”

Jeno

Chenle was attempting to pull a prank on Haechan, slathering the floor with olive oil making it slippery. Chenle heard footsteps approaching the hallways of the dorms, he hit behind the wall his phone switched to the camera as he recorded. When he heard a screech he started to laugh, his dolphin laugh radiating towards through the dorm.

“Y/N! Are you okay!” Jeno came rushed toward you, careful not to slip himself.

“Y/N!?” Chenle gasped revealing himself from behind the wall, phone in hand “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” Chenle apologized, immediately feeling guilty.

“This was you!?” Jeno yelled, making chenle jump.

Jeno pulled you into his arms, rubbing your back which seemed to be the source of pain.

“I didn’t mean to! It wasn’t mean for her!” Chenle replied.

“Just, next time make sure you know who you’re pranking. And don’t do this prank again, cause who ever this was meant for will get hurt too.”

Haechan

Haechan has invited you to go roller skating with the rest of the dreamies. You guys never really got time to hang out, and he thought this would be a good time to do that. You played around with Jisung and Jeno as Haechan watched from behind, smiling. He loved how you got along with his members.

But, Jisung pushes you a little too hard. This caused you to fall over and your knees to bang onto the hard wood flooring, in an attempt to brace yourself.

“Y/N!” Haechan’s eyes when while as he kneeled by your side.

“Oh Y/N, I’m so sorry! Please forgive me.” Jisung panicked, not wanting anyone to be mad at him.

“It’s okay Jisung.” You groaned, trying to stand with haechan’s help.

But once you inhaled sharply, Haechan just scooped you into his arms.

“Let’s get you over to that bench over there.” Haechan said to you.

“Hyung, Im sorry.” Jisung apologized once more, really feeling bad for hurting you.

“It’s okay, just be careful next time.” Haechan said before, going over to the side where the benches were.

Jaemin

You’d accompanied the dreamies to their show that would start later in the afternoon. They had some down time in arena and found a kick ball to play with. You decided to join in since it would be fun.

Jeno was such a good kicker and was beating the other team of chenle and Jisung so much. But you not so much. Jeno went to kick the ball but hit it at the wrong angle, it launched off the grown smack into your eye.

“Fuck! I’m sorry.” Jeno rushed over to you, running you over to jaemin.

“What! What did you do!?” Jaemin flipped, just walking into this.

“I swear it was a mistake.” Jeno rushes his words.

Your tears coming down fast, and jaemin just rolled his eyes, Wrapping an arm around your waist as he brought you out to the hall.

“Let me see, babe.” He said softly.

Removing your hand from its place in your eyes, a dark circle started to form around your eyes.

“Shit, that’s a black eye.” Jaemin cursed. He wasn’t make that jeno did it, just that you were hurt.

“C’mere.” Jaemin spoke pulling you into his chest, kissing your head lightly.

“I’ll go get you an ice pack in just one second baby.”

Chenle

You and the dreamies had a beach day together, they really liked hanging out with you. Plus, you loved being around your boyfriend. It was getting pretty late so you all started loading back into the van that you care in.

However renjun thought fat you’d soften in the car, and just as he went to close the door you yelled, your fingered getting slammed.

“Renjun!” Chenle yelled, getting out and going straight to you.

“Ow ow ow.” You cried, pulling the pulsing fingers between your thighs, in an attempt to cool the burning sensation.

“Baby are you okay?” Chenle asked as you just place your head on his chest.

“Could you be more careful next time, Y/N’s hurt now.” Chenle said, taking a look at your fingers.

Jisung

You guys were just chilling in the dorms, nothing really special to do. But, you did want to spend time with them..especially Jisung. Haechan was the one you were closest with besides Jisung of course, so it wasn’t a surprise that you guys were playing around with each other.

“Don’t get hurt, Y/N.” Jisung joked.

And it seems like just as he said that you got hurt. Haechan pushed you off the couch jokingly but, he did it so hard you actually fell. Hitting your ankle on the coffee table.

“I- Y/N!” Jisung groaned going over to you.

“Ow it hurts.” You whined, clutching your shin.

“Baby, I told you not to get hurt! Come on let’s go lie down.” Jisung said helping you up.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Haechan said in Sad tone sorry for what he had done.

“It’s okay.” You mananged to choke out, though your sobs.

“She’ll be okay, just be careful with her.” Jisung told him.

[faunusrights]

OFFAL HUNT REMASTER LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 5

oh dear

Though she’d had time to slip back into her shoes and soothe away the immediate pain of Emerald’s silence, the journey here had left her no less raw, a persistent frown curling her lips.

i said this last time but i’m still really enjoying the cinder narration we’re getting in the remaster... i also know it’s what really will be the final nail in my coffin, but c’est la vie.

of course it means we get 2 see this sadder cinder and i! dont like it AAAAAAAA!! i preferred it when we had no idea what her motives were so then Me Caring About This Round Child could be delayed but now we’re in full force i-love-cinder territory!!!!!!!!!!!!! BLEASE....

i literally googled maikoa’s name JUST IN CASE SOME BUGGERY WAS GOING ON but i think we’re safe. no hidden double meanings. no secrets....

Her lips pinched together, watching a Faunus with broken antlers lower his head to avoid Maikoa’s gaze, others with similar signs of abuse doing the same. It was a familiar move, one she recognized intimately.

i BEG to be free of this depression!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOD. GOD I DO NOT LIKE THIS PART!!!!!! and what do u mean recognised intimately hello??????

Golden eyes scanned the streets, the Faunus all turning their heads away as her gaze fell over them. Most were older than Maikoa. Others were children, their horns and fangs still growing in.

im sad now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM SAD,

Pristine steps rose to a porch lined with pots of Angel’s Trumpets, and Cinder’s smile thinned. It almost looked cozy.

NEVER FUCKING MIND WHAT I SAID ABT HIS NAME I WAS WRONG,

“Do you often question your superiors?” Cinder asked.

[...]

But even without the slow shake of his head, Cinder already knew the answer to her own question. There were too few scars to be seen on Maikoa to indicate he had ever refused an order from the White Fang.

theres like.... HISTORY HERE...... and im SO UNBEARABLY CURIOUS as to what it IS. like. im tryna figure out. if her superiority over him stems from her dealing w. the fang, or if. shes actually been. a LOT closer than we know. cinder’s history is SO muddied and even though i know we’ll discover some of it im endlessly curious because I Know Some Other Shit that makes me WONDER.................... is there more to this....

Cinder blinked down at the key, not missing the way her title was tacked on as an afterthought. That same heat from before pooled in her cavernous ribcage. Violence collected at her twitching fingers, old scars across her body flaring with phantom pain.

That old itch again, like every wound rubbed raw.

THERE’S SOMETHING MORE HERE AND I JUST HAVE TO KNOW WHAT PLEASE I WANT TO K N O W

like the interactions w/ cinder and the fang are so specific and im like. i just. whats going on. WHATS HAPPENING. HEWWO????????? am i misreading it.... maybe..... but also...... hm,

“Tell me, Maikoa, do you think Sienna Khan would care if I killed you right now?”

i never said i would write cinder/sienna fic but hey if you put a gun to my head i certainly wouldn’t say NO.....

Around them, the Faunus that had been sheltering close to doorways and alleys had begun to take notice of what was happening. They stood watching openly, their ears all pricked and swiveled towards the scene.

you know what im gonna say it. cinder is just. GOD. she thinks of herself as powered by that sorta burning spite??? that she works for HER MACHINATIONS and boots ppl up the ass if she feels like it but. i just. shes like ‘im not gonna care!!! gonna do my thing and not give a shit’ but she gives so many shits. every day, new shit, and she’s giving it out like she’s at a soup kitchen. of shit. and i LOVE IT GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! cinder ‘i have never cared’ fall is actually cinder ‘i have ALWAYS cared ALWAYS’ fall and i BELIEVE IN THIS because u kno. u kno that rly. a lil piece of her aint gonna give her the satisfaction of being a stone cold bitch!!!!!!!!

Cinder had made arrangements with the White Fang’s leader herself, and Sienna Khan wasn’t known for a bleeding heart.

NEVER SAID I’D WRITE IT BUT I NEVER SAID I WOULDN’T WRITE THE CINDER/SIENNA FIC,

On the edges of her peripherals, Cinder saw the people stepping closer, their attention rapturous. It occurred to her that they probably viewed her as a savior, someone to break the shackles of their enslavement to the White Fang. Someone altruistic. Someone not motivated entirely by spite.

They didn’t know her.

The White Fang would send another overseer—they always did—and by that time, the white-hot resentment licking at the inside of her ribcage would have exhausted, her own plans taking her far away. There would be another overseer, the inhabitants would resume their harried lives, and Cinder wouldn’t spare this town a second thought.

Besides, a nagging part of her insisted, this town would probably not survive the coming days.

but theyre ON HER MIND.... IS..... THE THING..... like out of all we’ve seen of her narration so farm she DOES think abt it she IS aware of it and she DOES recognise it and all of this is just her. trying to say to herself ‘you dont care this isnt yr business’ but i just. MMMMMM ITS A LIE. SHES LYIN. and because of [SPOILERS WO~AH] im like. bitch. bitch,

okay moving on from vague cinder feels but i AM right i WONT BE SWAYED,

FROM THE CINDER, TO THE GLYNDA...

She didn’t stop, continuing on with scarcely a moment’s respite, her body drawn by the increasing tug of Cinder’s location.

👈😎👈

And she found, though she’d only hunted Grimm in the past, the trail Cinder left was similar enough, black smoke hanging in the air like a veil.

👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈😎👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈

okay honestly if i keep grabbing bits the rest of this will become a huge emojifest but there’s. there’s a lot of Hints being dropped. just So Many. LIKE JUST A LOT LIKE. 

im rly loving the deserts clashes tho we get some Peak Cinder and Peak Hunter Glynda too its all very 👌👌👌💦

In her soft Beacon years, she had forgotten how a hunt made unnecessary things wilt and die to make room for stronger senses, and even forgotten how to use those stronger senses. Now, it was as if she had never lost them. Her blood didn’t just sing to her now; it roared like the engine of a great machine, and the prickle in her flesh at Cinder’s presence was like needles.

a few things abt this passage:

ONE. i rly like that shift to ‘soft beacon years’, because i think that rly draws a line in the sand (hoho) from glynda ‘i gotta protect beacon its my home i belong here’ goodwitch to the current glynda ‘cinder is my goal beacon is behind me right here right now she is my one focus’ goodwitch. this hyperfocus is, firstly, a mood, and also just a rly good character tidbit we stan this autistic bitch,

TWO: 👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈😎👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈 fuck off!!!!!!!! FUCK OFF GOD THAT BIT IS BRAZEN

She had been young then, yet to learn or respect the emotions people expected from her.

WE STAN ONE AUTISTIC BITCH!!!!

For the first time since she’d fully committed herself to the hunt, Glynda felt the prick of displacement. A small, distant part of her wanted to go home.

i cant wait to publish the bingo card i made JUST for offal hunt because rn that shit would be pretty chockablock!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A few minutes later, her Scroll buzzed again. Ozpin passed her the details for a secure communication channel to an Atlesian address, belonging to one Special Operative Winter Schnee.

YES HERE SHE COMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHE APPROACHES,

okay so THAT’S CHAPTER 5 DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

honestly this one really WAS OUT TO HURT ME and i Hated Every Second but i still am out here knowin Cinder Lies To Herself Most Of All and also Glynda Is One Big Old Dumbass,

thank god winter will maybe salvage this probably maybe not

[roseamongroses]

Antithesis: “a babe, a snack, a f-cking heart attack”

[Specific-Summary]:  They should expect growing pains. For not everything to feel right or make sense. That doesn't mean it'll always hurt, nor does it mean they can't have fun along the way. It's senior year. Everything may be different. It won't be senior year for long. Everything will be okay.

[General Warnings]: Implied Emotional Abuse, Implied Physical Abuse, Bad Parents are Bad Parents, Mild Sexual Content/jokes,Mentioned Homophobia, Mentions of underage drinking (backround), Some Catcalling,Cursing , Self Hate,implied pregnancy talk/inability to become pregnant, adults arguing where the “kid” can hear it, adults drinking, 

[Tags/mood:] highschool au,  fluff and angst but its all good, chat fic, teen stress, its flordia no snow we die like men [Pairing:] Roceit (Roman Sanders/ Deceit Sanders), hinted future/possible logince/roloceit/loceit [Characters]Roman Sanders/Deceit (Dmitri) Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remy (Sleep) Sanders, Nate Sanders, Dragon Witch (Diana) Remus “The Duke” Sanders (minor/brief)

(Ao3) (Previously) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15)(16) (17) (18) (19)

(20) (21)

D: [Picture of Roman and Logan cuddling asleep. Jpeg] Aw what a lovely couple

R: s h ut u p sh ut u p

D: Hey you were the one who said it was ok to make fun of your crush

R: I SAID THERE WAS NOTHING TO MAKE FUN OF BECAUSE I DIDNT AND DONT HAVE A CRUSH

R: ok i might have said to not bring it up to his face again but that was not an admission of anything deeper then standard thirst ok

R: deeeee yyou’re not responding and your silence wont make me talk

D: Oh I was getting the evidence

[Screenshot. Jpeg]

D: Huh… That seems pretty soft and gay for “standard thirst” don’t you think?

R:....

R: YOU MENTION SOMEONES CHUBBY CHEEKS ONCE. ONCE.

D: It was more then once {Screenshot Montage. jpeg]

R: he has a lovely smile ok!!! And all those dimples and his moles byg od!!!i can appreciate friends!!!

D: and I have beautiful piano hands you think were sculpted from the finest porcelain and should be protected but alright just a friendly friend thing to constantly be thinking about

R: why must youl punish me for speaking the truth????

D: it's apart of the job <3

D: but yeah we all know you dont have a hand fetish or a smile fetish you were just raised on a diet of shakesphere and disney

R: you know,,, boyfs usually don’t yah know e nc oura ge this HYPOTHETICAL behavior

D: I mean if it was someone like Remy then yeah I’d have some issues D: But it’s L so it’s all good

R: remy isnt that bad!!! yall be petty!!!

D: That’s Why We’d Have Issues D: If I have to share I’d at least liked to enjoy the other person’s company

R: thats almost sweet

D: I try

R: speaking of trying… this weekend?? you free???

D: If this has anything to do with a birthday present I Dont Want then I’m suddenly busy with homework

R: lies lies lies lies lieeeeeessssss you barely do homework

D: ;)

R: but really i told you im not getting you a physical gift but we can still go on a date!!!

D: mm sounds like you treating me and thats Illegal and suspicious

R: nope! I want a date! It's entirely for selfish reasons!!!no selflessness here!!! And if we just so happen to end up at one of those stuffy art museums you like or a book signing or two then well dang i guess???

D: what are you planning

R: it's a date!!a cute little date k!!! So you down?

D: Perhaps

R: yee boy

D: If you drive me there <3

R: SLIMY

D: Snakes do not have slime ™

R: yet here we are

D: So?

R:alrigh fuckin bet lets do it

D: Wai D: t wha

---

“Happy birthday!” Roman cheered, crashing into Dmitri.

Without looking up, Dmitri easily caught Roman in his arms, “My birthday isn’t for two weeks,” he sighed, his exasperation being melted as Roman nuzzled him further.

“Mmm shut up,” Roman dragged Dmitri behind him in the parking lot, the school bell ringing, “We had a deal so stop pouting,” he said, sing-song.

“It’s not a pou...Then why are we going to my car,” Dmitri said, expression souring and no it wasn’t a pout, he does not pout--

“Because, ” Roman said, expression sly in the way that always made Dmitri’s stomach flip, “You’re a babe, and I love you dearly, but Virgil’s car is his baby and some lines aren’t meant to be crossed.”

“Uh,” Dmitri ignored his blush, “Noted.”

-

“I’m surprisingly in one piece,” Dmitri said as they got out, “With all those cute faces you make when concentrating it was a wonder I got out alive.”

“Shut up!” Roman shoved him lightly.

Dmitri caught his hand swinging it between them, “Where are we anyway?” he vaguely recognized the park.

It was one of the smaller ones around, with it’s old, weathered playground blending almost seamlessly with the unruly trees. The discarded toys and cracked pavements so achingly familiar that he had to second guess whether or not he actually could hear children laughing.

Roman looked up at him, lips quirked, “Don’t you remember? It’s where we first met,”

“But we met in 8th--” he stopped as something clicked, his hand drifting to his scar automatically, “Huh, church camp?” he looked at Roman curiously, “There were a dangerously high amount of kids who went there, how did you even know me?”

“We were...always the last kids picked up,” Roman said, "Virgil and I always had each other or Remy to keep each other company, but you…” he got a faraway look and he rubbed his arms self consciously, “You always looked so... lonely...I guess I never really forgot.”

Dmitri sighed pushing a stray curl from Roman’s face, “You’re so sappy,” Dmitri murmured with a fond look, effectively pulling Roman back down to earth.

He didn't bother to linger on the memories for too long, instead pulling Roman along gently, “Let’s see if those rusty swings still work, eh?”

----

“Stop fidgeting,” Roman whined, the flower crown falling limp in Dmitri’s hair. Dmitri continued to ignore his request, choosing to press his face into Roman’s stomach, much to their distress.

“How do you expect me to just ignore such a fuckin’ snack?” Dmitri said, muffled in Roman’s skin.

Sure the ground pressed into him at an uncomfortable angle, but Dmitri had the important job of figuring out if that was a new freckle he spotted. He planned on being thorough. Roman eventually relented to the very important investigation, dandelions falling to the wayside as Dmitri shifted him onto his back.

Even when Roman managed to reluctantly bat him away, Dmitri still looked mighty pleased with his new spot between Roman’s thighs.

“Having fun?” Roma drawled, resigned.

“Always,” Dmitri’s immediately said. He cupped Roman’s face, hair falling in waves around them as he leaned down.

“Mmm,” Roman hummed, the air warm, “Do you want your real birthday gift now?”

Dmitri’s eyes narrowed, “Roman…” he said, warningly.

“Hush,” Roman said, no whine in his tone. Instead, it was of calm reassurance, “I didn’t buy you anything. I just got a bit nosy…”

“What do you…”

“I talked to a few old friends who knew Emile--”

Dmitri stiffed, pulling back, “-- he left without a word, he fucking hates--this town.”

“Dmitri, let me finish,” Roman said softly, slipping a hand on their shoulder and sitting up, “I asked a few of his old friends, got in touch with him,” he explained, “He’s living with a few cousins in California, he’s doing well...and...and I asked him about you…”

“He fucking hates me.”

“No, he misses you.”

----

Dmitri slid into the driver’s seat before Roman could protest and soon enough they were driving back in silence.

It had been a long time since it’s been this...awkward between the two. Sure they have their quiet moments, but it was never like this…. Roman had never done well with silence, even if Dmitri seemed to thrive in it.

Roman twisted his hands, forcing himself to speak, “Dee...I’m sorry if I overstepped your boundaries. I know it’s a sensitive subject,” he said.

Dmitri’s remained intently focused on the road, “You were being thoughtful, a prince as always,” he said with a smile.

That smile.

You know the one.

“That’s some god-awful bullshit,” Roman said, “You're angry.”

“Not at you,” Dmitri said, far too quickly.

“It’d be okay if you were,” Roman said and Dmitri’s face faltered, “As much as you claim me to be faultless, that little conversation about boundaries applies to me as well. It’s your birthday gift, so it’s your choice what to do from here.”

“Does this...gift have a receipt…”

“It can if you want it to.”

“And if I…” Dmitri's voice cracked, but he continued, “If I don’t want it to…”

“I have his new number and you have all the time in the world. Don’t stress about it he’ll understand.”

Dmitri wanted to think Roman was lying. God, he wanted it to be a lie because the truth curled in his mouth like a foul aftertaste. It rose in him and consumed him completely.

He was afraid, so fucking-goddamn afraid.

He saved the number regardless.

---

@daflangstlairde

@ace-anx

@cataclysm-al

[jimincheoreom]

STIGMA || K.TH

Pairing: Kim Taehyung / Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 5038

Warning(s): Physical & Mental abuse, mentions of medical supplies, lowkey implied smut, profanity

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long to come out. It was originally supposed to be around 1k words like BEGIN and LIE, but that didn’t stay for long. My schedule is hectic so I probably shouldn’t have given myself a due date when exams are so close lol. Thanks for your patience though! (this is literally like 5x the length of the other two lolol end me don’t do this to me taehyung ur not even my bias). Also, this kinda strayed far from his wings short story unlike the others two lol rip. also i have no idea what im going to do for the next four, end me.

Summary: 

You reflect on the consequences of the future and past as Taehyung gives you a desperate plea for help over a payphone.

Additionally, your roommate is Namjoon who’s done with your shit.

|| J.JK || P.JM ||  K.TH || M.YG || K.NJ || J.HS || K.SJ ||

“__why are you hiding;”

“_____im a curse;”

The Taehyung you had known, the one who had graced your childhood, the one who held your hand on the playground and as you walked to school was not the one standing in front of you. This man was different in so many ways compared to the man you had grown up and fallen in love with. The man who you watched grow from a child to a teen and, finally, to a young adult. He was no longer the little boy on the playground or the one who shared his lunch with you when you forgot to grab yours in the morning. The Kim Taehyung you had cherished was gone, a dour reminder that life was always changing along with the people who lived those lives. This man would not be the one to hold your hands and slip through the rain or the one to hum lullabies in order to calm you in your darkest times. This man, the one in front of you with his icy features that still resembled your Kim Taehyung, he would be the one to cause your darkest times.

“Hey…” He frowns and grabs at your shoulders, trying to get your attention. “I said I was sorry, okay?”

A sudden bitter emotion snaps inside of you, “You're ‘sorry’? What kinda’ve shit is that, Kim.”

“Kim?” He growls lowly, “you’re gonna sink to that level?”

“Yeah! I sure as fuck am!” You shove him back by pushing at his chest, “If you do stupid shit I'm gonna be pissed at you! Especially when you fucking call me at three in the fucking morning!”

“Well sorry, you're the only person I have that I can call! I have no family! You're my family!” His voice is wavering and your heart shatters hearing the emotion cracking behind his voice.

You begin to stumble over your words, “Namjoon? Seokjin? Fuck, even Yoongi would’ve come and gotten you!”

He sighs and grits his teeth, “you know… you of all people should know…”

“Should know what Taehyung?! Because right now I'm not understanding anything!”

“I can’t rely on them for forever!”

“And you can rely on me for forever?! I have a life just like they do!” You walk closer to him, your heart dropping with every step closer to him.

“Yes!” His voice completely shatters, no ability to shout left. “Because I love you… I want to spend my life with you, not them. I love you. They're my family but you… you're the love of my life…” his voice trails off, “I want to rely on you for eternity, not them.”

You freeze in shock, looking up at him before smiling softly. “Taehyung… you’re such an idiot.”

He grins before scooping you up into his arms, “but I'm your idiot.”

Sighing you wrap your arms around his neck, cradling yourself against his body. “Yes... you are my idiot.”

“I need-,” the line drops and as quickly as it drops it picks itself back up, “blood is everywhere.”

“Tae…” you furrow your eyebrows in confusion, “Why is there blood Tae, what's happening?”

The line cuts out again and everything fuzzes over. “I… he’s bleeding everywhere I ran… please, I need help… there was so..”

“Ta-” You blink in confusion and step back from the payphone you had called him from, staring in shock at the pitch black scenery around it. You bring the receiver back up to your ear, listening to the dead static mix with the torrential downpour outside. You stand in silence for another moment before hanging the receiver back up. Cursing your inability to remember to carry a portable charger, or ever just use your phone responsibly, you grab the umbrella leaned against the glass wall protecting you from the storm. “Was he at home when he called me…?”

All your life spent with Taehyung, he had been a troublemaker. Starting in primary school when he would be the class clown and interrupt lessons. It quickly escalated during high school, however. His small interruptions became non-existent and instead, he either didn't show up at all or left the classroom by being escorted. Within his heart, you knew, he wasn't malicious. He was a broken kid, from an equally as broken family. Someone who tried his best to succeed and when that garnered no effect, his actions escalated. He was extremely intelligent, you knew that much, but his attention became misguided. The people who surrounded him had abandoned him and you in return became the only one who followed him. You were pretty damn sure you would follow him to the end of the earth if it met you could cherish your memories with him once more. The young boy you had known had become a criminal, someone who spent the wee hours of the night in police custody and knew every officer enough to greet them with their full name when they were sent to retrieve him. This crime, however, you could have never seen coming.

Monday morning the rain had steadily begun to fall across Seoul. The week before was filled with people grumbling about a need for rain, now it had been raining for four days off and on and tonight the heavens seemed to open up in order to match the eerie mood of the city. Little to no people were on the streets as it was early morning, you had worked throughout the whole night, and pouring cats and dogs. Opening up the umbrella you dashed outside into the midst of the storm, squinting as the harsh winds picked up and almost blew the umbrella from your hands. You reached an awning and looked around the desolate city, where exactly did Taehyung live again? In all of your life, you had never actually been to his apartment he shared with his mother and father. It was, as he put it, forbidden ground.

You had noticed the scrapes and bruises as a child and even as a teen and now a young adult, but you had always played it off within you head. You figured Taehyung had gotten them from mixing himself in business he shouldn't have, not an uncommon occurrence. Now, however, your mind was gathering the small details you had failed to recognize earlier. While you had never stepped foot into the apartment you had stood outside of it and stared into the devoid eyes of a drunkard before. You had seen the ransacked inside as a child, not being able to place two and two together. Now, as an adult, you wished you only still had that childlike mentality as you head began to race.

Taehyung had come from a violent home, but there was no way he was capable of becoming even more violent than his father, was there? Your eyes widened in fear as you begin to dash haphazardly to the less affluent and populated side of the city. Taehyung had mentioned blood… someone had just injured themselves.. right? There was no way the Taehyung you had grown up could injure someone else. Sure, he had fought on the school yard or in the hallways, but never intentionally. He was mostly there as a protector or a mediator, never an instigator. His crimes didn't involve violence either, most of them just being the defacement of private and public property. Had… had something within him snapped?

This, you realized, had gone too far. Shaking your head in disgust you paid attention to the path you were taking. There was no way Taehyung could have escalated to murder or a violent crime in general. The man who you had taken under your wing, who you had tried to steer in the right direction, he couldn't do something so malicious. However, as you bit your lower lip, you realized that there was always an untamed side to Taehyung. He was never, and never would be completely yours. He was a wild and mislead spirit, no matter how much you didn't want to admit it. The coaching you gave him mostly fell on deaf ears as he continued to involve himself with criminal extracurriculars.

A sudden blast of lightning catches you off guard and you look up towards the sky, finally taking in your surroundings. Sighing you pull the flimsy umbrella closer to you, trying to shelter your already drenched body. Another sudden noise, a siren, catches you off guard as you step closer to the buildings, away from the road, and look towards the road, watching in fear as a group of emergency vehicles zip past you. Your eyes widen in terror as you watch the emergency vehicles disappear around the corner, seemingly going in the direction of Taehyung’s apartment. You stand there in shock, your mind running a mile a minute before your feet begin to move by themselves, dashing down the sidewalk and splashing through puddles of rain.

Although the temperature outside was low, your body was on fire. Your muscles threatened to cease up and your lungs screamed for air as you sucked it in by the mouthful, all while breathing through your mouth. Your breath brought small clouds to life within the air as you continued to sprint, the idea of keeping your umbrella close to you long forgotten. As you reached the last corner you pushed the last bit of energy from your body before slipping and crash landing in a puddle. Groaning in pain your turn your body into its side and watch through half lidded eyes as a black bag is being loaded into an ambulance parked in the uneven parking lot. As your mind fogs over with panic, fear, and the growing bump on the back of your head, your realIze for the first time that your lungs burn even more with the sobs being wretched from within.

As a child, you and Taehyung were partners in crime. You would hide on the playground together, skipped down the side of streets together, and played tag in dirt holes soon to become skyscrapers stretching towards the sky. As you both aged you became focused on your studies and extracurriculars. While Taehyung was a constant companion as your side in your childhood and even had his own space at your house, that quickly vanished. Your parents, noticing his escalating behavior tried to distance you from each other as much as they could. While this worked at home and out of school, you refused to give up on the boy who had been your childhood soulmate. You’d stand outside of classrooms and wait for him daily, wait outside daily, and track him down when he didn't show up to school. You’d done a lot of dumb things and sacrificed a lot of important opportunities chasing after some dumb boy, with equally as dumb stunts.

Now, as an adult, your antics had calmed down. You graduated secondary school and university, landing a scholarship at Seoul National University. Now you had a job and an apartment, one that Taehyung frequently crashed at. You also had a shared group of friends, ones who had succeeded far above expectations. Seokjin, a head chef, was a kind man with a calming present, whose broad shoulders you often shared your sorrows with. Yoongi, a producer who was developing his own label, whose apartment was always open in times of dire caffeine deprivation. Hoseok, a man that owned his own studio, whose eternally happy demeanor was a comfort. Namjoon, a man too wise for his years and aspiring rapper, producer, and lyricist, whose random ass philosopher quotes kept you distracted. Jimin, he ran a YouTube channel and used Hoseok’s studio, whose sincere and gentle gestures kept you smiling ear to ear. Jungkook, he was the youngest and had an unbelievable amount of talent and determination, whose small bunny smile and awkward tendencies caused you to laugh the night away together. Finally, there was Taehyung. He was a strange man, unlike the others he worked at a convenience store and had irregular hours, sometimes you didn't see him for days on end, but that never weakened your relationship. It came as a surprise to no one in the group when you had both agreed to enter a romantic relationship, or when Taehyung had pretty much moved in, at first on your couch, and then the bed. Namjoon, who was also your roommate, hadn’t even realized until one day he sat on a sleeping Taehyung.

Your young adult relationship with Taehyung had been a bit rocky and unstable in the beginning, both of you having drifted slightly from parents and different school courses. As you entered Seoul National University, you had no idea where he was for the majority of the years you were enrolled. The first time you even saw him after finishing university was on another night similar to the one you were currently experiencing.

You had worked overtime that night, having just a normal office job as you applied other places using your degree. The heavens had opened somewhere around 5 P.M. and it was now sometime around 6 P.M. That particular storm was extremely nasty and you could barely see out the window. You had stayed in the office as long as you could before deciding to leave as it seemed as if the storm was never ending. Sighing in a disgruntled fashion, you began to gather your items and pack them up in your satchel before logging off your computer and picking up the umbrella next to your desk. Fearing a power outage, you opted to take the stairs, not wishing to spend a night in a broken down elevator. Reaching the lobby you saw a shadow of a figure illuminated by the emergency lights on inside the lobby. The figure was taking shelter under the awning of the building, a hoodie, you assumed, was soaked through and clung to the figure. Frowning, you walked to the door and opened it, surprising the figure who was leaning against it.

“Holy shit!” The figure managed to gain his balance back before he turned and faced you before his jaw fell slack in shock.

Your eyes widened in surprised too, “Taehyungie…”

A soft grin split his lips apart before m moved forward before pausing, “Err... I would hug you but as you can see the rain and I got in a little spat.”

Laughing as his bizarre as ever explanation you opened your umbrella and looked towards him, “As much as I'm sure we would both love to stand out in the freezing rain, I suggest we go somewhere else.”

“Oh?” His grin widens and he huddles up next to you under the umbrella, “I don’t see you for years and you try to kidnap me?”

“Mhmm.. more like abduct, you’re not a kid anymore.” You pause before handing the umbrella for him to hold. “Actually, I take that back, this is a kidnapping.”

He smiles and takes the umbrella from your grasp, and holding it between the both of you. “And where do you plan on taking me?”

“A place with food and a warm shower, we could both use one.”

“Oh, kinky, I like it.”

“Taehyung!”

He chortled before he began to take large strides and dash down the street, giving you little time to react. Taking a tight hold on your bag you begin to chase after him, two lone figures crossing the empty streets and pavements of Seoul. At some point you reached him and directed him towards your apartment, both of you still laughing and running through the rain, the umbrella long is forgotten and hanging by Taehyung’s side. Squealing, you both manage to dodge into the lobby of the building. Taehyung’s long legs dash across the lobby and begins to rapidly push the elevator button. Your worries about the power going off dissipated as you rushed to his side and squeezed under his arm to tumble into the open elevator before him.

“You little!” He grins and rushes in beside of you, and tries to pin you to the wall but you dodge once more and press the level that your apartment is on. He comes up behind you and grabs your waist, pulling you up into the air. You laugh and lean back against his chest as he walks backward. He drops you back onto the ground and pins you into a corner of the elevator. He leans down and smiles. “I missed you so much…. how long have you been back?”

You smile softly at the sight of his own smile, “A few weeks, I have a temp job at the office you were loitering outside of while I apply to other jobs.”

He nods and leans closer, his eyelashes flutter against his cheeks as he leans closer, his breath blowing across your face. You look up expectantly and bite your bottom lip. “I missed you…” he leans closer and gently presses his lips against yours. “So much it hurts.”

You stare at him and shock and miss the sound of the singing bell. A throat being cleared catches you both off guard and Taehyung turns around as you shuffle to the side in order to face whoever it is. Namjoon, who should be a Psychology major, you swear, stands there with his arms across his chest and keys dangling from his hand. “I was coming to pick you up from work with the car so you wouldn't drown, but I see Taehyung did that for me.” He sighs and turns, walking back to the apartment.

You look up at Taehyung and he backs up and scratches the back of his neck. “We got caught didn’t we?”

You nod and nervously bite your lip before disappearing after Namjoon, Taehyung following your trail. As you enter the apartment, Namjoon is knocking pots and pans around in the kitchen, probably trying to heat up an old soup. Fresh towels are piled onto the end of the counter, forcing Taehyung and you to make awkward eye contact with Namjoon. His face was filled with a grimace—whether it was towards the food or you two, you weren't sure. You pick up a set of the towels and hand it to Taehyung, smiling softly at him before nodding down the hallway. “You know where it is.” You noticed the folded sweatpants and baggy t-shirt next to the towels and pick the clothes up and hand them over to Taehyung as well. “I'm gonna assume these are for you too.” Taehyung nods and smiles before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your cheek and vanishing down the hallway, the sound of the shower turning on following him.

Namjoon clears his throat once again and keeps his focus on the pot, stirring whatever way inside in an endless whirlpool. “So when did that become a thing, you’ve barely seen each other in four years.”

You groans and sit down at the counter, “I have no idea,” you lean your head onto your arm and look at him, “something happened on the way here and in the elevator and.. I just…” your eyes glaze over in thought, “it felt like we never separated..”

“I’m not against it or anything,” Namjoon pauses and looks up to meet your eyes, “but just be careful. I don’t want either of you getting hurt. Especially since we all would have to sit through a hellish game night.”

You grin and pick up a rag sitting on the counter before tossing it in the direction of Namjoon. “Oh shut up! There are more important things in life than just game nights!”

That night was weird. You sat bunched between Namjoon and Taehyung, two of the three of you with towels hanging around your necks and semi-damp clothes. Namjoon was the only one completely dry, as he had his own producer studio in one of the extra rooms and didn’t have to travel out in the rain. You, however, had not expected “light showers” to morph into torrential downpours. You had no idea about Taehyung. Namjoon went to bed early, complaining about “loud ass kids next door who always start partying early and disrupt his beauty sleep.” That night, and the next year, neither you nor Taehyung, acknowledged the unresolved sexual tensions or kiss or seemingly nonexistent space between the both of you.

Your first few years of young adulthood with Taehyung were dumb but nowhere near as dumb as the incident you were in now.

Your head hurt like hell. Your body was cramped. You thought this was the end. Groaning in discomfort you open your eyes slowly, the dim fluorescent lights allowing your eyes to adjust more easily. A soft voice flickers in and out matching your dwindling sight. You groan again and feel a hand cradling the back of your neck and helping cool water dribble down the back of your throat. You cough and spit up some of the water but manage to swallow most of it. A hand rubs the excess water off with a small piece of cloth before pulling the water bottle away. “Hey.. you’re awake..”

Your vision finally focuses in on the looming figure and you raise your eyebrow, “Joonie…?”

He sighs and nods softly before pushing your hair back, “Yes… it's me..” he brushes his fingers through your bangs and for the first time you feel the bandage wrapping around your head. “You had a nasty fall in the rain.”

“Friday… I missed game night..” Your mind feels like it's swimming in soup.

“You and Taehyung both…” he grimaces at the mention of the boy, “Taehyung found you and brought you here… both of you were injured…”

Your eyes snap open and your mind is suddenly over functioning. “He.. he said there was blood and he needed h-.”

Namjoon cuts you off before you can get any more excited, “Hey! Hey.. it's alright. Taehyung found you and brought both of you back here.” He grits his teeth slightly and hesitates while brushing back your hair. “Taehyung… he killed his father. His mother is saying it was self-defense but he fled the crime scene…” he sighs and leans back in the chair he had sat next to the bed, “I’m going to assume that's when he found you with your head split open. What happened?”

Your mind is on the verge of a mental breakdown. Everything merging together and causing it to crash into an error mode. Taehyung had… murdered someone? Not just anyone, but his father? You knew his family was fucked, it wasn't a secret. There were bruises, scrapes, bloody knuckles, and broken bones, you had noticed it all. You just never thought Taehyung was capable of… murder, even if his father was abusive. Then again, you didn't live in the household and truly had no idea what went on in the household. A gentle voice interrupted your ears once again, “Hey.. you okay?”

You snap out of your daze and glance back over at Namjoon, “Sorry, what?”

“I asked,” his mouth turns into a worried frown, “what happened to you..?”

“I,” you furrow your eyebrows, “I slipped on the road, I think, maybe the parking lot… or the sidewalk... I'm not really sure… I,” you pause, “I can't remember much, I remember calling Taehyung from a payphone but he was.. he was crying and screaming about blood.”

Namjoon sighs and runs his hands through his own hair, “I thought so... fuck.”

You close your eyes once more and hold them closer, still trying to process everything, “Is he here…?”

Namjoon sighs, “Yeah.. he's sleeping in my room. He dropped you at the doorway and played ding-dong ditch and ran off to the police station. Then someone called at midnight and it was Taehyung trying to get me to come pick him up. I don't know exactly what's going on… he won't talk to me about anything.”

You frown and sigh softly, “He's.. he's not going to jail will be..?”

“He’ll go on trial, even if it's considered self-defense.” Namjoon rakes his hand through his hair once more. “What happens afterward I'm not sure.” He smiles gently, although you can see the uncertainty on his face, and reaches forward to gently grab your hand and gently brushes his thumb across your knuckles. “We’ll figure this out, all of us.”

You nod and smile back at Namjoon before wriggling your toes and sighing deeply. “I still feel a little weak and fatigued, do you mind?

He drops your hands back to your side and stands up, taking the chair by its back and sliding it back to its resting place. He leans backward slightly, placing his hands on his hips in order to stretch out his back. He shuffles forward before leaning down and brushing back your bangs, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before straightening back out and heading towards the door. His silent exit leaves you in an ever growing oppressing silence. That night you fall asleep reluctantly, thoughts of the uncertain future plaguing your mind.

A shrill ring in drags you out of your slumber and you jump so high your body drops off the couch. Groaning in pain, you sit up and rub at your lower torso and flip the blanket off of you. Gazing at the tv you sigh as you notice that the screen has flipped to its idle waiting screen. Picking up the remote you shut it off and slam the remote back onto the coffee table. Groaning once more you push yourself up off the ground using the couch and coffee table to balance yourself. Yawning, you trudge to the door while pushing your silky locks back, only to have them flop right back into your face. You fumble around in your pocket and pull out your phone, checking the time and noting that it's close to 2 A.M. Raising an eyebrow in confusion you look towards the visitor screen and press the button, a crackling noise coming along with audio and visual.

“Hey… open…” A visual of a man with a hoodie on appears, the voice; however, you know all too well.

“Taehyung? What the fuck it's two in the morning.” You rub at your eyes once more.

Taehyung groans and begins to speak again, the crackling noise beginning to worsen. “Just press… fucking…”

Rolling your eyes you tap the button to buzz Taehyung into the apartment. Stepping away from the door you begin to shuffle your feet and throw yourself face down on the couch. Soon after, the door swings open and heavy footsteps rush past you and enter the bathroom. Frowning, you slip off the couch and float to the bathroom. Taehyung is hovering above the sink, his hands, which are busted, rifling through the cabinets with the hood still up on his head. Frowning once again, you step up behind him and gently pull the hood down. He looks up and shock and through the reflection of part of the mirror, you notice the gash above his eyebrow.

“Christ Taehyungie…” you step beside of him and slide the glass over as he takes his hands out and grab the medical kit and place it on the counter, “wrap you knuckles out while I get a rag,” you quickly dash to a small closet right outside of the bathroom and grab a rag. Wetting it, you force him to sit on the closed toilet as you begin to wipe the blood away from his forehead and eyebrows. Thankfully, the blood has mostly dried and the gash isn't too deep. “What happened this time?”

He shrugs and flickers his eyes away from yours, sighing and tapping his fingers on his thigh. “Nothing… just a small fight.”

You frown, “Taehyung…” you drop the rag in the sink and open the bandage, “this isn't a small fight. You could've been blinded.”

He pushed your hand away and takes a hold of it after you finish applying the bandage. He pulls your hand to his mouth and presses a soft kiss to your palm. “Please,” he frowns, “please stay out of this. I don't want you getting hurt.”

You sigh and nod, “Fine, but you're staying here for a while.”

He chuckles and nods, “as long as Namjoon-Hyung doesn't sit on me this time.”

You laugh and scoot your body in between his legs. You lean down and press your forehead against his before your sense of the world zones out. In this moment all that matters in the man in front of you. His soft brown hair that brushes against his eyelashes and his gentle brown eyes. His gentle hands, ones full of callouses and scars, but ones that hold your hands between the sheets. You smile and gently press your lips against his own plush, flushed ones. His groans gently and pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your waist. You grin and continue to kiss him. Suddenly, you hear the voice of your roommate and you both immediately pull apart.

“Take your hormones to bed, I need to piss.” Namjoon stands in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. His hair is mussed and his clothes disheveled.

“Well this is embarrassing,” Taehyung grins.

There was no funeral. There were no charges. Taehyung was ultimately found not guilty, his defense of self-protections being supported by his mother. Life went on. Taehyung had officially moved out of the apartment, along with his mother. His mother moved to Daegu, preferring to escape Seoul but not wishing to completely leave the lifestyle of a large city. Taehyung, after helping his mother move, officially became a resident and Namjoon and your own apartment. Everything was looking up, everything was advancing. You had gotten an official job, and the others had all become successful. Taehyung left his job at a convenience store and managed to land a scholarship to a university where he was studying to become a pediatrician. Everything was on an upward slope.

The only thing was, the past was haunting, a stigma that was to mark you all, not matter where the future would take any of you.

“__i love you;”

“_____please, forget me;”

[withnosuchgrace]

Hiiii (can I call you mom? You seem every motherly I don't know, sorry 😂) soooo, I'm new and have confirmed that I like seventeen, but it's still kinda hard to know who's who, can you help me differentiate them pleaseeeeee

hello hello hello !!!!!!!! ejgwiesugfiuewsg you think im motherly????? im really not sgidhiuegsbuesb but sure thing ofc you can call me mom :’))) as long as you’re comfortable !!!!!!

awwwww im sosssoso happy to hear you slipped into the diamond life !!!!! i love my bbys seventeen sosososo much :”))) and dude i totally feel your struggle it took me ages to tell them all apart !!!! (it took me weeks just to tell mingyu and wonwoo apart rip)

i hope i can make this process a little easier for you!!

(all gifs and photos used are not mine, credit to the rightful owners!!)

okay so seventeen has like a million members (im kidding theyre 13 but when you first get into them it’s overwhelming to say the least)

i find it’s easiest to learn them by their units since it’s a clean and simple way to organize them !!!!!

we’ve got three units in seventeen: hip hop, vocal, and performance

each unit is responsible for a specific aspect, like the hip hop unit is in charge of writing the rap, the vocal unit writes their lyrics and woozi produces all their music, and lastly the performance unit creates all the choreography 

(remember that this is completely my opinion and things that i have noticed that makes it easier to tell them apart. if i make any mistakes pls feel free to correct me!! i am in no way an expert!!!!!!!!!!!) 

hip hop unit

(from left to right we have Wonwoo, Vernon, S,Coups, and Mingyu)

S.Coups

- he’s the leader

- he’s like a father figure to the others since he’s the oldest and the leader

- treats the other members like his children, he’s so protective of them

- actually one of my fav leaders in kpop tbh

- but anyways

- he’s the one usually being an embarrassment

- like he’s a mess

- an embarrassing dad basically

- he’s pretty easy to tell apart looks-wise

- but he has tiny ears ????? they’re so cute

- also his gummy smile saved my life

- he’s pretty built and the strongest in the group like w o w throw me off a cliff pls

- v v competitive like he does n o t want to lose

- would do anything for his members ;-;

i told you he was an embarrassment smh

can also be hot af

Wonwoo

- aka the loml

- he’s very quiet like hardly ever talks

- but when he does it’s most probably to tell a really bad pun or joke

- that only he’ll find funny

- claps like a damn seal when he laughs

- a lil weird

- likes to randomly burst into song for no reason whatsoever

- lowkey savage

- also emo

- his most distinctive feature is his eyes

- he says while they’re super cold and sharp-looking he’s actually really warm inside

- for real he may look super intimidating and scary, but trust me he’s the biggest dork i love him

- just wants to read his book in peace tbh

-he also wears glasses a lot !!!! and it kills me !!!!!!!!

- when he laughs his nose crinkles and it’s the cutest thing i cry

- sings sometimes and it makes me sob

- voice deeper than my love for him

look at the eyes !!!

did i mention im in love with his laugh :((

Mingyu

- he’s the tallest

- he’s also the visual like the other members say he’s the best looking (theyre all good looking tho so like wtf)

- has the most beautiful brown skin you will ever see like it g l o w s

- the best cook and cleans like hes lowkey a mom

- loves to eat pls feed him

- super caring and a total sweetheart always lowkey taking care of the others

- is super artistic and stuff like he created bongbong out of his bare hands and designed their latest album cover

- can be a mess sometimes

- okay all the time he’s the clumsiest someone help him

- always laughing and smiling what a joyful person :’)))

- he has long canines?????? and they’re beautiful ????????

- actually a model like w o w

- looks older than he actually is tbh

- also lowkey built bye

a r m s 

look at that smile !!! and the canines !!

Vernon

- he’s half-white, so pretty easy to tell apart

- he doesn’t speak a lot either, but when he does he’s the biggest meme

- always lost in his own world tbh

- never knows whats going on

- pls protect him

- the others say hes like a mini leonardo dicaprio so there ya go

- visuals af tbh

- he’s usually the one people can tell apart first

- you can probably find him by his bf’s seungkwan’s side

- he was on show me the money so a lot of people recognize him from there

his smile is v v cute :’)))

look at those visuals !!!!!

and that concludes the hip hop unit !!!!!

we’re 1/3 of the way there…..

vocal unit

(from left to right we have DK (aka Dokyeom), Seungkwan, Woozi, Joshua, and Jeonghan)

Woozi

- leader of the vocal unit

- a musical genius w o w

- the tiniest

- deadass looks so smol and cute i cry

- but if you call him cute he’ll dropkick your ass

- a mini yoongi tbh (literally everyone call them father and son)

- is cute ???? but hates aegyo????? even tho he does it so naturally ?????

- the actual cutest okay

- usually has pastel coloured hair

- is shy af

- but also savage af

- don’t wake him up unless you have a death wish

- may look innocent and adorable but will be planning your death behind that sweet smile

- pretty easy to tell apart tbh

- just look for the smol one

the actual cutest o my god (he cringed so much im crying)

a baby!!!!! must protect!!

Jeonghan

- also pretty easy to tell apart

- h a i r

- had like super long hair and everyone mistook him as a girl rip

- but now it’s shorter (rip long hair you will be missed ;-;)

- is actually the most savage

- has everyone wrapped around his finger

- literally gets away with everything

- king of cheating and succeeding

- likes to call dino his baby

- l a z y  a f

- hes the one that’s lying down 99% of the time

- the other 1% he’s trying to get out of doing work so he can lie down

- likes to mess with everyone

- an actual angel o my god

look how soft !!! 

v i s u a l s (i miss his long hair ;-;)

Joshua

- a m e r i c a n

- ????? looks like a prince ?????? literally all of the time ????????

- like im not even kidding his visuals have me in awe

- like okay the one who blows you away by his royal looks yes thats joshua

- randomly says words in english (along with vernon)

- is super sweet and precious wow i dont deserve him

- also makes terrible jokes

- has the prettiest eyes

- will be extra sometimes

- calls himself a gentleman (he is)

- likes to rap but can’t for shit

- seriously is rhymes are the worst

- has a really really soft voice wow fit for the prince he is

- is a little awkward but it’s okay he’s still adorable

- will do pin drops like his life depends on it  

okay so he has a lot of ear piercings that can tell him apart and im in love with his piercings ajkfeauwf

his visuals ?????? a prince ?????? i just gasped w o w 

DK

- the human personification of sunshine

- loud af

- literally will never shut up

- but it’s all in good faith he just wants everyone to be as happy as him :)))

- always laughing

- will make himself a fool to make the others laugh

- he has a very prominent nose (if that makes sense????)

- kinda hard to miss since he’s always yelling

- vocal king

- like literally his vocals are out of this world

- has a very infectious smile that can cure cancer

- certified cutie patootie

a cute !!!!!!!!!! also look at that nose !!!!!!

when will his extra ass stop (im mingyu in the back with the mop)

Seungkwan

- human definition of extra

- s a s s to the m a x

- literally sass king

- booty so great kim kardashian is quivering  

- never thought i’d say that sentence in my life

- wants to be a variety king and is doing a damn good job at it

- his reenactment of american movies when a tsunami hits is iconic pls watch it

- he has a really round face and chubby cheeks i wanna squish them :((

- cries a lot same

- literally scared of everything my poor boy

- he’s probably the one overreacting

- also never shuts up

- has incredible vocals too that kill me

i wanna pinch his cheeks :(((( i love my boy :(((

probably slaying everyone with those bomb ass vocals

that’s it for vocal unit!!!!

and last but not least…

performance unit

(from left to right we have: Jun, Dino, Hoshi, and The8)

Hoshi

- leader of the performance unit

- part of the extra squad that i totally made up on the spot rn

- but okay hes really extra too

- “naega hosh”

- super cute and funny i cannot believe

- he has eyes that are positioned at 10:10 on a clock and thats what he calls himself

- like his nickname is 10:10 bc of his eyes

- pretty iconic eyes tbh

- he looks super cute and adorable one second but the next he is ummmm a lil too sexy bye

- the duality of man is real within him

- he’s always super hyper

- his voice is really recognizable ????? at least for me ???? like it sounds so cute ??????

- aegyo is his middle name

- dancer extraordinaire

- a mess basically

look at this fucking tease bye

someone pls stop him

Jun

- underappreciated af

- chinese !!!!!!!!!!

- an actual visual god

- hardly speaks

- always in the background doing weird and questionable shit

- not even kidding whenever they’re filming something you will find him making hearts or just doing something super random in the background where he thinks no one will see him

- but we see everything

- his eye stare is something the majority of the earth’s population cannot handle

- his smile is the 8th wonder of the world

- has a v v sharp nose w o w

- the biggest flirt this world has ever seen someone stop him

- k n o w s he’s hot af

- makes everyone’s heart flutter and breath hitch

- but also gets super super awkward but its okay i love him with all my heart

- voice of an angel

- never knows what to do with himself rip

look at this smol baby laughing so pure ;-;

he has a really sharp nose and he makes me melt 

The8

- s a v a g e

- will fight you

- also underappreciated, also chinese

- v v fashionable

- pretty sure him and mingyu are the best dressed

- looks super cute :’))

- lowkey reminds me of bambam tbh (looks wise)

- he couldn’t speak korean for the longest time but now that he can no one is safe

- out here to expose his members

- always judging

- dabs

- lowkey a meme too

- b-boying king

- can do flips like it’s second nature

- he has a v v cute voice it’s so precious ;-;

him judging jun’s ass (but he still looks cute all is well)

look how cute !!!! a precious !!!!! pls love him!!!!!

Dino

- the maknae, an actual baby

- i couldn’t recognize him for the longest time rip im sorry my son ;-;

- has a really loud voice and talks quite a bit

- lives and breathes dance

- michael chanson (he’s a huge michael jackson fan)

- everyone in the group treats him like their lil bro, their baby

- esp jeonghan

- but he is a growing boy !!!!!!!!!

- meaning he doesn’t wanna be called a baby anymore jeonghan is v bitter about this

- he’s still a baby tho

- he raps, and quite well

- aegyo is his friend

- he actually looks pretty distinct from the others

- like in mansae era he had that astro boy hair that still haunts me

- has a sweet smile

- prominent cheekbones

- loves himself lmao

wow my son my child look how cute hes a mess

here we have the hair that still haunts me to this day rip

and there we have it!!! i really really hope this was helpful!!! welcome to the diamond life !!!

if you have any more questions feel free to ask :’))) my ask box is always open :))

also if you ever feel like making some more carat friends, or just want to see more seventeen content, don’t be afraid to join a network!! i’m the admin of a hip hop unit network  (applications are still open !!!) 

also a good way to learn more about hem is to watch a shit ton of videos, that’s what i did!!!! 

here are some videos to get you started

One Fine Day (you can find the new japan season floating around on here !!!)

weekly idol (i still havent watched the new one im a fake but this is the one from last year)

also just watch their vlives :’)))

i really hope this is helpful !!!!!

in conclusion pls love seventeen a lot theyre really talented and deserve all the love in world ;-;

[constantodyssey]

untitled one through eight (-three)

nov. 4 2016 

day in day out walking from place to place no one ever stops to find out what the world could be like if things were different if things were better

we’re all numb we’re numb to the politics we’re numb to society numb to the international troubles the world is facing the constant threat of war taking everything for granted because we’re too ignorant and numb to stop and find out what the world would be like if we tried to make it  a better place.

- 

nov. 5 2016 

my brain is being torn into parts pieces and parts that no one can figure out how to repair swirling spinning ripping my mind flows into several directions i try desperately to grab hold of whats left tightly keep it together so maybe not all of it will all apart i feel my pieces and parts slipping between my fingers they escape with no mercy flying in every direction trying to find a way out of my head theres no escape for brains like mine my mind can try but i know it will find there is no better place to be than the home that will set you free.

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nov. 7 2016 

I walk into my 4th hour class knowing how this is all going to play out. I’m going to sit in the back of the room, next to the filing cabinets, the student computers and my English teachers desk. Then, the boy called Jaden will walk back to me asking why i sit there instead of with the class in the normal seats. I will ignore him. He will walk away,  eventually. My teacher will walk in, give the instructions for the days assignment, i will finish before most other people. Then I sit and wait for the bell. Normally, I finish then read a book, but today was different. Today I felt different. I didn’t want to read, but at the same time i wanted to. i also wanted to stand up and walk straight out of the classroom, but i didn’t. Today felt numb. I felt  numb. I don’t know why but i know i did. Maybe it was  the sleep deprivation or the build up of depression. I’ve had days like this before; where i could laugh easier than ever, then switch to sad in a spilt second. it’s an odd feeling, for sure. These are always my worst days.  I never know how i will end up feeling. “neeka, you need to read,” she paused, “or do something productive at least,” teach said impatiently. I tried to reply. I wanted to turn my head and say ‘i can’t’, but i didn’t. I just nodded and continue to sit. A few minutes later, I caught her glancing at me to see if i was reading, which i wasn’t (i was still sat there staring at the wall ahead of me, twirling an old gum wrapper between my fingers.) I decided it would probably be best to begin reading if i wanted to avoid her any further. I quickly push back my chair to retrieve the book from my bag. Making both minimal and the most noise i could. In doing this, i received glances from a few other students and a concerning look from teach. After twenty minutes of staring at the dead paper, the bell finally decided to ring. Every person in the class hurriedly gathered their things and rushed out the door to make it to their next class, but mostly to socialize in the hall. i took my time today, though. Making sure my book mark was placed perfectly in the crease of the book and placing it gently into the bag before slowly zipping the bag and flinging it over my shoulder with a thud. I turn to face the door, sigh, and begin shuffling towards it. Only as i was about two feet away from the door, teach called after me. I turned. “Are you okay? you seem a bit off.” I won’t look at her, i can’t. I’d rather not look at the eyes of an insincerely worried teacher. “Just tired, is all,” I replied convincingly. Im not sure of her reply or if she even had one because as soon as the words fell from my lips i turned and began walking again. I wish people would stop trying to act like they care. I know she wouldn’t have asked if i didn’t actually work hard in her class. 

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dec. 26 2017 

What terrifies you the most?

The fact we wake up every morning with the threat of intercontinental nuclear war  

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dec. 26 2017 

its dark outside a few outside lights shine from the house further up on the hill the house is dimly lit you turn the slightly rusted circular handle of the full length window-door an open floor plan kitchen, living and dining room are present under and around the kitchen counter are familiar people. stoned you turn your head slightly to the left to peek into the living room to find people drinking and playing cards around a large coffee table there is one light on over the coffee table that is lighting the entire room a few steps forward from the door, through the kitchen/ dining room, you turn to your left and enter a hallway that leads to three bedrooms and one bathroom directly ahead you turn to the right, to the first room. people are intertwined on the bed. peaceful. that room reeks of weed you exit the room and enter the one right behind it, also on the right needles on the floor and in arms are needles people passed out with these needles you leave the bathroom is next it lies at the end of the hall one person lies in the bathtub covered in their own vomit passed out the third bedroom, the biggest, is on the left side of the hall as you enter you recognize all the people occupying this room as your friends they are gathered around a tv playing video games they might be sober but you can’t really tell you keep moving straight towards the french doors at one end of the room through these doors is an office windows line all the walls its the kind of room you don’t need lights in when the morning comes around all the people that hate you lie on a air mattress on one side of the office they’ve been drinking you can tell they glare and talk shit but you can’t hear it turning to the right you walk toward another door that leads to an add on of the house this room is the brightest so far all the lights are on but in a good way it looks like all the lights fit in with each other to make the room look perfect the people who occupy this room are the ones who are supposed to be out there they are the stoners and alcoholics and druggies but your can’t smell anything in this room there are no needles in sight not one damn bottle of anything they are all clean this is where you stay you know they know whats out there but they are still in here, having a better time than everyone out there laughing and enjoying being awake and sober this is where you stay not because you don’t want to be drunk or high but because you know what happens when you are drunk or high they know too thats why you are all in this room together clean

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jan. 4 2018 

my mind is never not racing. all kinds of thoughts flowing through it nonstop. it’s almost enough to drive a person mad. or maybe this is just normal and I’m too weak to handle this. its 2:19am. i have school tomorrow but i don’t really have school tomorrow. its crazy how much you can hate something but the minute its taken away from you, you miss it almost more than ever. why do our brains work like that. its like that with all things as well. no matter how miserable that thing is, you miss it at least a little when its gone. even depressed people miss their depression when they’re happy. its almost comical. why do feelings feel so awful. why do i feel feelings for people who don’t feel the same feelings. why do feelings fuck us over like that. why do we lie about things to other people when we know those things aren’t true. we know it as we say it. but we still continue to lie, then make a story out of it. why do people like to destroy their home. even if they are told the home they are given will most likely never be replaced, they still don’t take care of it like they should. why do people in higher up places love rules so much, but never follow their own. why do they think just because they are placed higher in society they have the right to control everyone else but not play fair. why is the world not fair. why do people hate the concept of equality so much. even people who are put down by the majority don’t fully support equality. If war is started by simple misunderstandings, why do humans have such a pattern of not listening to each other. why don’t we respect each others opinions. we all want to live longer, better lives, but we destroy that possibility by disrespecting other cultures and viewpoints. maybe if we listened more instead of just plugging our ears and pointing fingers maybe the world would be a better place. Every free country on the planet fought to be free. but why would we fight to be free just to turn around and fight to conquer.

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jan. 4 2018

drugs don’t give a shit what color your skin is. it’ll drag you through hell and back until you don’t have anymore functioning brain cells. these drugs are everywhere. worldwide. they don’t care if you’re blacker than the night sky or a pale rich asshole. you could be living in bum-fucked-egypt or on the highest floor of a skyscraper in Shanghai. cheap drugs, rich drugs, suburban drugs, hood drugs, its all the same shit with a different name. they don’t fucking stop till everyone looks the same on the inside. burnt up and fucking dead. we live in a society so fucking divided we argue about who produces the most or the best drugs when we should be coming together to find a better way to keep all economies stable enough to not have to rely on drug sale. everyone thinks its a fucking joke but people are dying every fucking day. Everyone left and right overdosing on the new biggest thing. don’t get me wrong, drugs are great. they make you feel great. but maybe if we made the world less shitty to live in people wouldn’t be turning to things like drugs to take them out of reality.