#boof. sorry

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

The real question is, is Barnaby a Yoofer, Boofer or Roofer when he barks?

i feel it in my heart that he Boofs at decimals known to cause property damage

[airxn]

" ...I don't know what backshots means and at this point I might be too afraid to ask... Is it some new form of boofing?? "

[dicknballz]

god is omnipresent, and so in some ways, weve all boofed god. really makes you think

[aturnoftheearth]

I have seen too many dean posts today so I am going to state something controversial. dean deciding to forgive cas after season 6 was one of the only rational decisions he ever made. cas did nothing wrong

yeah i’ll get in this hot tub with u . i genuinely don’t like season 6/7 bc i think a lot of the supposed “wrongness” that cas does just falls flat. like he told u guys all season that he was busy trying to fight a civil war in heaven …. he begged u guys to leave him alone and stay away and he wasn’t exactly in the position to ask for help and was constantly dragged away to help with smaller things…… and quickly grew to believe he was only desired/kept around when he was useful…. so what did u expect …. anyway

okay wait one more thing. i think it’s funny that they focused so much on the cas working with crowley thing as the big “bad” cas did because. the brothers have literally worked with him too. like of all the things they could be mad about …. and u write it to be that………

[wistaliia]

one time a customer told me to add money to their account by saying "let's boof it" 😐

[bidoofdaily]

oh also!! if you want me to do a specific pride flag, like one for an identity that has multiple versions, please specify which you'd like! otherwise i'll choose whichever one i like the most lol

[cherryjuicegf]

Hellooo!! BOOF YOU SO MUCH!! 💕💕 Miss youuuuu 🥺

MY BELOVED!!!! 🥺🥺 boof you i hope you're doing great 💞💜💕💞💜

[i-may-be-an-emu]

he is so boof

I felt like you guys will appreciate this

[batosha]

my last boof sorry i've lost my hyperfixation and I remembered my other old hyperfixation sorrryyyyy bye bye until season 4

[skyloftian-nutcase]

oooh

If it catches your interest I'd love to see Ordon family getting caught hanging out with a Wolf and trying to get out of the situation without causing a panic.

It was a good thing Rusl was an extremely proficient liar.

Link rarely transformed, but sometimes he would do so to play with Colin. The boy was growing, his kidnapping and time in Kakariko having matured him greatly, and it seemed Link wanted his little brother to still have some childlike fun and joy in his life, so every once in a while the two would go off to train and then end up playing in the woods. More often than not, they’d play wrestle and splash in the sacred spring, but sometimes Link would take his canine form and let Colin ride on his back.

It was harmless, really. Rusl had stumbled upon the pair once while he’d walked through the woods, and he’d played with them both as well.

Today it wasn’t quite so harmless.

Nothing had gone terribly wrong, necessarily. But when Mayor Bo had decided to take a stroll to the sacred spring and inadvertently run into Colin riding a wolf, things had gotten a little more complicated.

Rusl was lingering near Link’s house when he’d heard the yelp of alarm. Mayor Bo’s eyes were wide as he stared at Colin and Link in his wolf form. Rusl’s eldest looked nearly terrified, ears peeled back, posture somewhat submissive but tense, ready to run if needed. Colin was an outright mess, stammering and trying to figure out what he should say or do.

The mayor put a hand to his chest, letting out a heavy sigh. “Spirits, Colin, you scared me to death. What are you even doin’? Where did you get such a massive dog? It looks near like a wolf! That’s dangerous!”

“He’s a wolf hound,” Rusl supplied easily, heart racing, voice calm. “Gift from Princess Zelda, but he mostly prefers being on the edge of the village. Link takes care of him. He doesn’t like people too much outside of us.”

“Ah! Well, that’s too bad, he looks like a cute fella,” Mayor Bo commented, smiling at Colin and Link. “I bet the kids would love him. And Ilia too!”

“Maybe someday,” Rusl offered with little meaning behind it. Whether Link chose to share his secret with anyone was up to him. Although… if he ever decided to pursue something with Ilia…

Rusl wiggled his eyebrows at his canine boy, smirking. “He might take a liking to Ilia, though I’d wait on that.”

Link’s posture relaxed a little, but he let out a boof of protest, sounding nearly exasperated. It took every bit of control Rusl had to not laugh at the teenager. Colin seemed to be calming down as well, his panicked expression morphing into something more akin to mild anxiety.

Rusl took pride in how his words helped settle his boys. He directed his attention back to the mayor, who held a brief conversation with him about the weather before walking back to the village. Colin slid off the wolf, who walked into the spring and shifted back into the boy Rusl knew and loved.

“Sorry, Pa,” Link muttered, cheeks flushed. “I should’ve… I’m usually better at hiding from others.”

Rusl hummed, crossing his arms. “You do need to be more careful, Link. And Colin, that goes for you too - don’t goad your brother into such activities in broad daylight like this.”

His boys looked sufficiently schooled, so he eased off, continuing, “I trust you two practiced sparring today, because I’m fairly certain that if you’ve just been frolickin’ in the woods I can beat both of ya.”

Link and Colin both brightened, the younger eager while the elder smirked competitively. They followed Rusl back to the clearing just outside of Link’s house, quickly grabbing practice swords, and the three sparred into the night, laughter rising into the air. The crisis was blessedly averted, and the day ended with a delicious dinner made by Uli. Rusl smiled at his boys, happy and relieved.

But Spirits, it was a good thing Rusl was an excellent liar.

[moonlightndaydreams]

Limbo Part 7

Pairing: Lee Minho x fem reader x Han Jisung

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9

Synopsis: Lee Minho is the mysterious new accountant at your workplace, and he seems to have his sights set on you. But things aren't so simple when your ex boyfriend Han comes back into the picture. Can you and Minho make it work, or will you get back with Han?

Spoiler: Happy ending, eventual poly minsung.

MDNI / smut

Chapter Summary: Heartbreak and embarrassment... that's all I'm going to say for this one.

Taglist: open.

CW: angst, heartbreak, embarrassment, sexual content, revelations.

Coffee. You needed coffee. It was two in the afternoon, and you felt like a zombie. You’d managed to get through two meetings, drop off some clothes to the hospital, fix a technical glitch in the recording booth, and defuse a “debate” between Binnie and Felix. Autopilot my ass, you thought to yourself. But the most important thing you achieved today was to avoid Minho. You hadn’t seen or heard him all day. Felix had told Hyunjin that he was locked away working and hadn’t left his desk all day.

You walked down the last of the stairs to the main foyer area towards the cafe. Was he avoiding you? You shook your head. He probably hadn’t even given you a second thought.

Boof!

You nearly fell over. You’d been so deep in thought you hadn't been looking where you were going. You shyly looked up to find Minho standing before you. Shit! 

“Oh, Hi Minho,” you started. Your voice didn’t sound like your own, but had a rather bizarre shrillness you didn’t recognise.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Minho placed his hands on your shoulders, and leaned down to get a better look at you.

You stiffened uncomfortably. He was close. He was too close. You could smell his cologne wafting towards you. It smelled so good. You didn’t want to look him in the eye, and you certainly didn’t want him seeing how crappy you looked today. You were sure you’d looked how you felt. Like shit.

“Minho, It’s a good thing I finally ran into you. I wanted to explain to you. About last -”

“Look. Y/n. I,” he began and ran his fingers through his hair. “Come sit.” He ushered you to an empty bench in the foyer. “Look,” he hesitated. You felt sick. Whatever Minho was about to say it couldn’t be good.

“I think…maybe we should have some distance. You know, maybe keep things…professional? I - I feel it’s for the best.”

Your mouth hung agape, stunned. “Wait. What?” You eventually managed. Minho wouldn’t quite meet your eyes and his expression looked pained. “I’m… I’m really sorry for stringing you along. It was wrong of me.” He finally looked at you. “It’s not you. It’s me. I- I just can’t do this.” He stood and walked away, leaving you standing in the middle of the foyer unable to move and as though you’d been kicked in the guts.

You hid in the podcast recording studio for the rest of the day. You couldn’t think properly. You didn’t want to face Hyunjin and Binnie just yet. You would fill them in later. For now you just let yourself cry. Fuck you, Han. If it weren’t for him then you and Minho’s night would have turned out completely different. Maybe? Maybe Minho would have fucked you in your own bed and still broke things off with you today? Fuck Minho. Fuck men. They’re all just a bunch of assholes.

—————————

Minho remained friendly and polite with you for the next few weeks, treating you the same as all the other staff. He didn’t go out of his way to talk to you, but if he had to interact with you he was nice about it. It almost made you more mad than if he acted like he hated you. At least if he seemed like he hated you then you could get over him for being an asshole.

“What a fucking dickhead.” You mumbled to yourself while at your desk. You still didn’t understand why Minho had broken things off. He never did give you a proper explanation, and it looked like you’d never truly know what went wrong. Perhaps you were just a bit of fun for him? Or maybe he’d found a better option? That was probably it. You had seen than bitch Janine hanging around him an awful lot. What has she got that you don’t?

“She works in his department, of course she’s going to be seen close to him?” Binnie reminded you.

“Plus, he doesn’t look at her in that way.” Hyunjin added, looking up from his computer.

“What way?” said Binnie.

“The way he looks at y/n. He still looks at her like he used to...when she’s not looking, you know?”

Your eyes flicked up. “What are you even talking about?” But you knew, because you’d caught him a few times yourself. Not that you were looking at him or anything.

“He still gazes at you, babe.” Hyunjin said with wide eyes.

“Well I wish he wouldn’t ‘cos that just makes things harder.” You mumbled returning your attention back to your work.

—————————————————

“Thanks for all your help, y/n. It’s meant a lot to us.” Mina smiled.

“Hey,” you reached across the dining table and squeezed her hand. “Of course. You’re basically family.”

You had popped by Mina’s home for a cup of coffee. Their Mom was on track to make a full recovery, but remained in hospital for now.

“So, how is Han?” You hesitated in asking about her brother.

She offered a wry smile. “He’s… he’s doing okay. He’s still beating himself up about it, you know, blaming himself.” she said, hugging her mug with her hands.

“But why? He didn’t do anything wrong?” But as you said those words, you remembered what he’d said that night on the bench. “I was meant to pick Mum up from her appointment, and I was held up at the…”

“He was running late from his recovery mentoring session. He was supposed to pick Mom up, but he was late. So Mom started heading home on foot.” Mina explained. “I can understand why he feels the way he does… but,” she met your eyes. “I could never blame him.”

The two of you sat in silence for a moment. Mina had dealt with a drunk Han almost as much as you. Who knows what she had to deal with after you left him? Mina stayed by his side when you couldn’t. Did you give up on him too easily? Are you a coward or a bitch for leaving him?

Why the fuck would Mina ever want to speak to you again after leaving her brother like you did? You almost felt like you shouldn’t be there, sitting in her house. You didn’t deserve her kindness.

You cleared your throat. “Recovery mentoring session?” You asked curiously.

Mina blinked, her mind elsewhere. “Yeah. He sees this volunteer guy every week at the rehab centre. They’d become pretty good friends, actually. Anyway he was with him the night Mom got hit.”

“Hey Sis!” The front door opened and Han walked in, interrupting the conversation. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. You were surprised to see him, and even more surprised at the nervousness that arose as he approached you.

Han stopped in his tracks when he saw you sitting at the dining table. “Oh, y/n. Hi.” He said, his gaze lingering on you a moment longer than necessary.

“Hannie, have you eaten? Want me to cook something?” Mina said scurrying off to the kitchen.

“Food would be great.” He called after her but remained rooted to the spot

You swallowed nervously. “I… Um… Need to get going.” You made to stand up.

“Please, y/n. You don’t have to leave. Stay for some food.” He kept his eyes downcast, focusing on the floor just in front of your feet.

“I insist.” Mina called from the kitchen.

Mina’s rolled omelet was delicious, but the atmosphere was awkward. Mina did her best to drive the conversation, and you tried your best to be polite. But Han stayed mostly silent. You were confused about how he was making you feel. You thought time would help you move on, that you’d be over him, or at least feel indifferent. But sitting with him eating his sister’s cooking, it was clear that although your anger and resentment had faded, there were other feelings still there.

Was it just that he’d been someone you’d cared about for so long, that deep down you’ll always feel something for him? Or was it guilt that was doing things to your heart? Why did you feel a strong pull to be close to him? It was probably because you were still upset with Minho. Yes that was surely it. You were just feeling wounded and rejected, and Han just happened to be the only other man that was in your proximity. Binnie and Hyunjin don't count.

But why did you keep looking at his neck and remembering the taste of it when you’d nibble on his skin? Or watch his hands and remember how skilled he was with them? How he knew exactly what to do with them inside your pussy?

Your gaze landed on his lips. You remembered the way they felt on her own lips. The way they’d kiss your entire body. The way they’d suck on your clit.

You felt flushed and ashamed. No. This was not right. This was not okay. Your eyes shot up to Han’s. He was looking straight at you. He’d been watching you too. Had he been watching you the entire time?

“I really need to go.” You said out of the blue and collected your handbag. “It was good to see you, Mina. Han.” You nodded towards him on your way out.

On your drive home, you felt nothing but sick with confusion and guilt. The more you were learning about Han and his recovery, the more you felt you could’ve done more to support him. Instead, you’d cut him out of your life in one swift moment. Where was your compassion? Where was your empathy? You felt like a fucking coward. And why were you still feeling things for him? That was certainly not something you wanted. It had to be part of the guilt.

You smacked the steering wheel and cried out in an anger. Between your unresolved guilt about Han, and the feeling of rejection from Minho, you felt like the biggest fucking loser in the world. You weren’t good enough. Simple as that. You weren’t good enough to help your partner when he needed you, and you weren’t good enough for Minho to want to be more than a brief fuck-buddy. Was there really something wrong with you?

You drove the rest of the way home in some sort of trance. You were fed up. Tired. Confused. You dumped your handbag on the dining table and went straight to your room, hiding under the covers and quite happy to never come out again.

-------------------------

“Morning people!” Felix announced himself as he entered your office.

“And how did we pull up after last night?” He scooted around behind Hyunjin and gave him a prod on the cheek.

“Ugh you stink, Felix! Get off me!”

“Last time I do a work thing on a Wednesday” Binnie piped up.

You laughed dryly to yourself. “Yep, us folks at SKZ know how to go hard.” you rolled your eyes.

Felix wasn’t listening, he was too busy staring confusedly at Hyunjin’s laptop screen. He scrunched up his nose. “Since when does your job involve watching Netflix?”

Hyunjin looked up at you and Binnie innocently. “I don’t know what you’re talking about”.

“What is it anyway?” Felix continued.

“Yeah what are you doing?” Binnie was now out of his seat and around behind Hyunjin, and stood next to Felix. They both squinted to see the images despite the glare.

“Uggh! Hyunjin!” Binnie said “Come on we have so much work to do.” He pouted and returned back to his desk, plonking himself down on his chair and then deciding to spin around on it.

“Binne, you’ll be sick, hun. Just.. stop, okay?” You said, then turned your attention to Hyunjin. “What are you watching anyway?”.

“K-Drama.” Hyunjin winked at you. “And I am working, Binnie. It’s for my podcast”.

“We’ll have to watch one of these when I come over tonight.. You know ‘Netflix and Chill’.” Felix laughed at himself, thinking he was clever. He gave Hyunjin a peck on the cheek and then sauntered out of the office.

“Yeah we’ll see about that.” Hyunjin mumbled.

You sat quietly in your chair. Your head was pounding, and you felt deeply embarrassed to even show your face at work after last night. Holy shit. You massaged your forehead hoping to ease some of the throbbing. You didn’t want to recall last night’s events.

Chris had decided it would be a wonderful team building activity to all go out to the Karaoke bar.

“It’ll be fun.” Begged Felix when you’d said you weren't going. Minho was going to be there and you did not want to have to socialize with him around. But you ended up going along anyway after your friends begged you.

That was your first mistake. Everything went downhill after that. You got smashed. You danced and sang sexy whilst trying to give Minho a lap dance. Minho left the room. Ugghh! How fucking humiliating. But the worst part of the entire night was slipping into a side room so you could take a moment to die, when you ran into Minho with that fucking bitch Janine trying to climb onto his lap.

Fuck him, then. You took a sip of the water bottle on your desk and logged back into your emails. You clicked on a new email that was addressed to all staff.

Your jaw dropped.

There on the screen was a video of you from the karaoke bar singing and dancing in front of Minho. But not only that, underneath the video was a link and title that said “y/n’s secret podcast”. You clicked on the link and suddenly the room was filled with the sound of people having sex.

“Oh… yes… fuck… Oh God… like that…”

Your face turned white as a ghost. It was an audio of you and Minho having sex. Your mind frantically tried to work out where this had come from.

“You like me fucking you on a desk at work, huh?”

“Yes… grrr… Come for me, kitten…”

Of course, the podcast booth. You must’ve knocked the microphone on.

You began to panic. Anxiety coursed through you and your body felt like it was on fire. You were going to vomit. You couldn’t breath, and you felt light headed.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

Hyunjin and Binnie looked at each other and then at you. “Kitten?” Hyunjin gulped.

“Maybe most people won’t open it?” Binnie tried to sound hopeful but he wasn’t convincing. “I’ll ring Felix. He’ll sort it. Fuck. Y/n. You need to speak to Chris. Whoever has it out for Minho is fucking with you too.”

Hyunjin reached across and patted your hand “It’ll be fine, babes.” he said gently.

How many people had heard it? You had to stop the email. Somehow. Was there even a way?

You opened the work chat and clicked on Felix’s chat icon.

You: Felix! WTF? Have you seen the email?

You scratched your scalp vigorously, waiting for a reply. Then ping!

Felix: Fuck! This is bad, love.

You: That isn’t helpful. What can you do?

Felix: Well, we can recall the ones that haven’t been opened, but the ones that have… Sorry.

You: Shit! Shit! Shit! What about the sender? How can I tell who sent it?

Felix: It’s from a main email, not a specific one. Let me look into it.

You: OK Thanks!

Suddenly, you were confronted with a bunch of “pings” from the staff chat. Had Felix figured it out already? You flicked the chat open. It wasn’t Felix. Instead there were ten new chats icons. You clicked on the first.

Jenny from marketing: WTF? Are you okay?

She clicked on another chat head. 

Tim: That’s real bad luck.

You continued to click through the other chat heads. More of the same.

Tears began to well up in your eyes. You turned off the chat to off-line. Felix would have to call you or come in to give you an update. 

You turned your browser back to emails. There were emails upon emails there too.

Everyone knew. 

---------------------------

“Where the hell have you been?” Binnie barked at Felix when he finally walked into their office.

“Oh love,” he wrapped his arms around you pulling you into a compassionate hug. He peeled away and wiped your tear-stained cheek.

“Y/n?” He finally said pulling up a chair beside you. He hesitated momentarily. “I know where that email came from.” he bit his lip, unsure how to continue. 

Hyunjin looked wide eyed. “Tell us!” he demanded. “Who’s the arsehole, Felix?”

You waited for Felix to respond. The silence felt heavy.

“Don’t get pissed at me,” he began. “But it came from Minho’s account.”

You opened your mouth in disbelief. You were stunned. You opened your mouth to speak. Felix raised his hand to hush you. “But… that doesn’t mean it was Minho who sent it.”

“What does that even mean?” cried Hyunjin.

“Well think about it.” Felix lowered his tone to continue “He definitely didn’t record the video from last night. Someone else had to have. It doesn’t make sense for it to be Minho. Why would he want the whole building hearing the two of you… ?” he waved his arms around.

Hyunjin scoffed. But you nodded slowly, considering what he had just said. He was right. No one would send that video out unless they wanted to humiliate both you and Minho. Why would Minho do that?

“Hmmm, maybe if we can find out who logged into the computer around that time, then we’d have a lead. I can’t believe such a fucker would do that to you y/n”. Hyunjin offered.

“You know though,” Felix leaned back in the chair. He scrunched his face thoughtfully. “When I was talking to Seungmin about those files he said got mixed up. Well, he mentioned something about Minho’s profile being deleted too.”

You and Hyunjin glanced at each other, wide-eyed. You were confused. “What do mean? What are you saying?”

“Think about it.” Felix began counting on his fingers, starting with his thumb. “Minho’s profile and details were wiped from the database. The report Minho was responsible for was tampered with. A video of Minho being serenaded by a woman who was wasted goes viral at work, and an audio of you two… you know.”

“Fucking? You can actually say the word you know, Felix? You say fuck all the time.” Binnie stated.

“Fine!” Felix scowled at Binnie, “fucking.” Satisfied with his Sherlock skills, Felix relaxed back into the chair. 

“But, how are we going to get to the bottom of this?” Hyunjin sighed.

Your desk phone buzzed. You felt like you were going to be sick. “I can’t. I can’t answer it.”

“It’s okay, sweetie.” Binnie soothed and picked up your phone. “Y/n's phone, Changbin speaking…. Hmmm. Okay. I’ll let her know.”

“Chris wants you in his office now.”

-----------------------------

You entered Chris’ office to find Minho was also there. He greeted you with a curt nod but didn’t speak to you. He looked as mortified as you did.

“Great. So now you’re both here,” Chris scratched his head. This was awkward for him. Never in a million years did you ever expect to be in Chris’s office for a reason like this.

“Chris, I know it wasn’t very… professional… for us to be using the workspace for… There’s no excuse and I wish to apologise.” Minho explained.

Chris laughed dryly. “I actually don’t care about what you two are doing, but really shouldn’t be doing it here. As your boss I need to be discouraging it.”

You glanced at Minho who looked awkward as fuck.

Chan sighed. “But... I’m more concerned about how an email with inappropriate content has been leaked.” Chris looked at you and then Minho. “I’m really sorry this has happened to you both. That I haven’t been able to protect your privacy. We’re looking into it, but I think it’d be best if you both took some time off.”

“What?!"

"Wait.” You and Minho began to protest.

Chris held up his hands to silence you. “You can work from home. But, please, it’s best if you are both not here for the time being.”

You were furious and Minho was about to say something else, when a knock at the door interrupted him.

Felix cracked the door open, poking his head in. “We’ve found the culprit.” He announced.

————————————————

You left the office building, but only made it as far as the park across the road, plonking yourself down on the park bench. You just sat, feeling completely numb. You would have cried if your hadn’t felt so exhausted and empty. Instead, you just closed your eyes and focused on your breath.

Everything will be fine. Everyone will forget. I will be okay.

You repeated this to yourself like a mantra for the next ten minutes, but images of your work colleagues listening to you engaging in something so personal, so intimate, overwhelmed your mind.

Eventually, you opened her eyes to find Minho sitting next to you. You didn’t know how long he’d been sitting there. You didn’t exactly want to see him, but right now he was the only one that had any idea of the humiliation you were feeling.

“How are you?” He asked kindly, concern in his eyes.

“Oh my God, Minho.” You shook your head. “Everything is so fucked right now.” You looked up at the cloudy sky and let out a loud breath.

“It is. I’m sorry.” He whispered. “So,” Minho continued after a moment. “They found out who is behind the… email… well who was behind all of it really.”

“Who?” Your eyes widened.

Minho sucked his teeth. “It was Janine.” He said. “It turns out she applied for my position and when she didn’t get it, well…” he shrugged.

Your mind went instantly to Minho and Janine in the side room at the karoke bar.

“Nothing happened with her, that night.” It was as if Minho had sensed your thoughts.

“It’s really none of my business.” You said flatly, glaring at him. You pretended you didn’t care.

“Look,” he shuffled closer to you, making your body tense. “I didn’t give you a proper explanation. About ending things so abruptly. I’m sorry.” He said sincerely.

You looked him in the eye. “You didn’t give me any explanation! I don’t know what I did wrong, or if you thought I was expecting, I don’t know, more than fucking in the office?” You felt anger rising in your body. “Just tell me why. So I know, instead of racking my brain trying to figure it out.”

Minho’s demeanour remained calm. You could feel his eyes on you, trying to connect to yours, but your couldn’t make eye contact. Instead you kept her eyes downcast.

“You know how I mentioned I volunteer for a program?” he began. You nodded, unsure where this was headed. “Well, it’s at a community facility where I am part of a program where we connect with and mentor those recovering from various addictions.” He paused before continuing. “So… I have this…. client, I guess you could call it. He and I have become really good friends over the past nine months. We meet regularly. Sometimes we talk, sometimes just hang out.” He cleared his throat. “You know how Han blames himself for his mother’s accident?”

Your heart stopped. You snapped you head up, locking eyes with Minho. What was he saying? How does he know this?

“Han was with me. He’s the person I’m mentoring, y/n.”

Your mind recalled the night when Han was on your doorstep. They had recognized each other. “I’m sure Han’s okay.”

“Why didn’t you say something earlier?” you demanded, fury in your eyes.

“I didn’t want to break Han’s trust.” He replied calmly.

“Is that why you had to leave all of a sudden that night?”

Minho nodded. “I tried looking for him too. But I couldn’t find him. I was relieved to learn that he was safe.”

Then it dawned on you. Han must have told him about some girlfriend that abandoned him in his darkest hour and never spoke to him again. You must have sounded like a selfish bitch? No wonder Minho didn’t want anything to do with you after finding out that the girlfriend Han talked about was in fact you. Panic pulsed through your veins. That’s why he broke it off with you.

“I have to go.” You needed to get as far away from Minho as possible.

“Wait. I haven’t fin-” Minho placed a hand on your shoulder.

“No. Minho. I can’t stay.” You removed his hand and left as quickly as you could, not looking back. There was no way you could stay and keep talking to him when you felt so ashamed of yourself.

How could everything feel so fucked up right now?

↳ tag list : open

@channieandhisgoonsquad @noellllslut @itsseohannbin @chansbabyg @kangnina @weareapackofstrays @xxkissesforchanniexx @enjaken @queen-in-the-shadows @bethanysnow @newhope8 @chuuchuu1224 @vanillacupcakefrosting @3rachasdomesticbanana @fun-fanfics @palindrome969 @wolfennracha @rhonnie23 @jisunglyricist @strayywayy @rixenluv @yaorzu-blog @drunkewok @igetcarriedawaywithyou @minh0scat @kiaralynn3838

[synoviid]

in the crib smoking the shit that made spring trap

my dealer: ive got a new fire strain 😜🔥 this one is called "fnaf movie" 🔥🔥 youll be zonked out of your gourd 🤪

me: yeah whatever i dont feel shit

me five minutes later: yo i swear i just saw that cupcake blink

my buddy mike pacing: Steve Raglan is lying to me

[trippygalaxy]

Hello there,

I'm not sure if you do emergency requests but I'm in the need for some fluff/crack atm. (I just got my wisdom teeth pulled 😑)

How about Wolfie chasing one of those laser pointers around camp and generally just being a goofball. Like modern!reader just pulls one outta their bag and he goes full dog mode.

~ 🖤

🖤ANON!! ITS BEEN A WHILE :DD I do absolutely do emergency requests and I want to think you the best of rest days!! ALSO THIS IS THE CUTEST/FUNNIEST IDEA EVER!! I hope i can do it justice!

Edit: SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK!! I HOPE YOU'RE DOINF BETTER!!

Twilight

The Chain had set up camp in a small, flowery clearing, allowing the group to relax in the comforting atmosphere. Everyone was scattered across the grassy field, some already sleeping while other kept themselves busy.

Idly digging around your tattered backpack, you found yourself utterly bored out of your bloody mind! Though the surrounding was a breath of fresh air considering the party's exasperating journey, the chaotic itch in your mind needed to be scratched.

Just as you're about to stop your fruitless search your fingers brush across a cold plastic cylinder. With furrowed eyebrows you pull the small object from your backpack.

The setting sun's rays glint against the metallic surface of a very familiar object. A breathless laugh pulls itself from your laughs as you look at the item.

--

You weren't sure why or how you managed to bring a laser pointer with you into this strange adventure of yours, but considering the pure amusement you were getting out of it, it was totally worth it.

What amusement could you be getting from such a simple toy, you might ask.

The amusing sight of the ranch hand -who was in his wolfish form- slowly tracking the red dot with his beady eyes. He did not raise from his resting spot in the lush grass, either too lazy or too uninterested to inspect any farer. But the mere sight of his tiny eyes darting back and forth as he struggled to keep his focus on the dot had you quietly giggling.

And yet that chaotic itch had yet to be satisficed. Hunkering down, pressing yourself farer into your bedroll you steadied yourself as you dared to inch the shaky dot closer to the wolf's form.

Twilight-- Or Wolfie now-- Squinted at the approaching speck, letting a huff of air bellow past his jowls as a tried warning. A quiet 'boof' comes from the wolf, as if daring the light to come closer, making your shoulders shake in quiet mirth as you suddenly darted the dot closer. Startled, the wolf jumped from his laying position and onto his crouched paws, his snout pull back in a slight snarl, his quiet 'boof' turning into a tamed bark. Now that, that caught the attention of those littered around the make shift camp. Heads turned and tasks halted as curious eyes found the large wolf staring down a...Little red dot? Wild, being the curious lad he is, goes to step forward to investigate but is halted but the firm hand of the Captain.

Before the champion can question the Captain's ever growing smirk, Wolfie lets out another startled bark. Quickly looking back Wild finds the wolf with his paws cupped together, firmly placed on the dirt infront of him.

Wolfie, proud of the swift catch, lifts his paws from the dirt to inspect this dot, only to be met with the forest floor. Another boof puffs past his jaw as he sniffs the grass, digging around for a minute before pulling back with a tilted head. The clear confusion almost had you rolling. The pup had no idea the pure fuckery he was about to experience.

--

Muffled chuckles filled the night air along side the loud, erratic barks from a very confused pup.

Bags and bedrolls have been throw astray from their original resting place, (much to the dismay of others) having been bulldozered by the rancher as nothing stopped the wolf's brash pace while he chased after the will- o- wisp of light.

The pup leaped and lunged after the ever infuriating light, tumbling over his own racing paws as he nipped at the air with growing frustration. Never have you seen the pup this focused on such a small goal, basically throwing himself around the clearing to catch this light!

Your itch was being scratched indeed. And yet, the fuckery was not yet up to your standards.

Barks of laughter caught your attention and from the corner of your eye you just catch the glimpse of a hunched over sailor. He stood allow in field, hands on his knees as he watched Wolfie with tears in his eyes. Bingo.

Suddenly the dot darted away from dancing around the spinning wolf, making it's slow but noticeable approach. As head strong as before, the wolf continues his quick chase after the spark with a bark.

Wind, poor poor Wind, didn't notice the giant wolf that barreled towards him. Still far too focused on trying to catch his breath, the young sailor doesn't catch the glimpse of a shiny red dot finding itself to his chest. Not even the worried call of the Captain can save him from his fate.

The wind is knocked from the sailor's chest as the rocketing Wolfie TACKLES the poor kid to the ground. His legs kicking up into the air as the sudden weight of Wolfie lands on his small chest.

The camp falls silent for a moment before the wild and incoherent curses fall from the sailor's lips like a water fall. Then, and only then does the camp roar with laughter once more. Your laughter is among the loudest as you fall back into your bedroll, struggling to breath as you clutch your stomach.

You think you hear the frantic apologizes from the reverted rancher but your howling laughter muffles any other noise.

Itched was definitely scratched.

[baka-bakeneko]

Cottontail - Wade Wilson

Wade Wilson x AFAB Bunny!Reader a/n: thank you anon for the request, i hope i did it justice. bunny boy go boof. if you saw this ish before it was finished, no you didn't. wc: 2.64k tags: Minors DNI, NSFW, comic version Wade Wilson, bunny person reader, bunny-like attributes, comic-canon violence, mercenary work, going into heat, dry-humping, br33ding kink, doggy-style (or is it bunny-style for this one? 🤔), oatmeal creampie, wittle bit of aftercare synopsis: you know how Lola Bunny from og Space Jam hated being called 'doll'? That's Jack with 'bunny'. Wade is just a bunny chaser.

A lot of fellow headhunters called you Lucky, if only for your trick footing. Not so much luck but more the speed and agility you gained from being the wacked-up experiment you were.

Not that your doctor was a true Frankenstein, but the man turned you into a bunny girl. Plain and simple.

Walking into the bar, you set your card on the counter before Weasel. He eyed the object under your soft, furry fingertips then sweeped up the card to deposit behind the counter. "Getting better, eh, Bunny?"

You narrowed your eyes at the tender, tapped your fingers on the worn-in laminate before producing your claws. "What'd you call me?"

He reeled back, offered you a drink he'd been working on for a minute. "Jack Rabbit, sorry."

Weasel presented the glass before you with a slightly eager grin. "I name this after you."

You glanced down at the drink, dull brown in a whiskey glass. "Looks like whiskey."

"But it packs a punch, like you."

You grabbed the glass, tapping your clear claws to it before bringing it to your lips for a swig. At the same time of downing your glass, another headhunter passed behind you, taking a tug at your signature cottontail.

Your foot reeled up and kicked hard at the person's waist, sending them across the room and into the pool table. Slamming the glass down, you turned and stared at the person you'd sent backwards.

"You touch my tail?" You hissed at the skinny mercenary bracing the pool table.

Your kick had caught him off-guard, but the grimace on his face was unwavering. "And if I did? What're you gonna do, little bunny?"

You sneered back at the man, reaching for your waistband and producing a throwing knife. Tossing it in his direction, you clipped into his fingers as they gripped the edge of the pool table.

"What'd you call me?" You ran up at the man, grabbing onto his lapel and folding him backwards onto the table. You raised a fist at him, waiting for his retraction but he only grinned menacingly.

"Call you 'Hare Trigger' for the quick hostility," he taunted, glancing across the table for someone to join in on his laughter.

No one else laughed, the others gathered around the pool table were now looking up at the dead pool and wagering the silent odds. You were on the board, yes, but only for bets on others. Maybe tonight was your night to gain an extra twenty bucks on the loser underneath you.

You faked out the other merc, made him flinch, and you considered actually swinging on him. Before you could make a decision, a pair of arms curled around your waist and pulled you off of him.

"How's it going, Cottontail?" The voice behind you asked, which caused you to roll your eyes.

You withheld another kick, relaxing in your captor's arms. "Wade."

"Aww," Wade began, nuzzling his marred face against your downturned rabbit ear. "Missed you too, fuzzbutt."

You growled, grabbing at his forearms. He squeezed you a bit tighter, nuzzling his face against your rosy ear.

You pushed him off of you, readjusting your clothes while you looked back at the merc on pool table. "I was doing a thing."

"I know," Wade added, reaching for your tail and playfully tugging at it. "And you were doing a great job at it. But let's not kill the man over a little name-calling, right?"

You turned to Wade, hands rested on your hips while you puffed an exasperated air between your lips. Moving out of his way, you watched Wade walk up to the man on the table and yanked him up by his collar.

"Now, you didn't mean it when you called her 'Hare Trigger', did you?" Wade asked, puppeteering the man's head to shake 'no'.

You cut your eyes to Wade, folding your tongue along your top lip in amusement. "Wade."

Wade pouted his lips at you, then crinkled his nose. "And she's not your 'Bunny', is she?"

Wade shook the man's head again 'no'. Wade tilted his head in your direction. "What do you say, Bun-bun?"

You wiggled your nose, meeting Wade's milky eyes. "What do you think?"

Wade grinned, pushing the man's head down to look at the floor. You walked up and rabbit punched the back of his head, making him fall to the floor.

The crowd dispersed when Weasel walked up to the man on the ground. He leaned down, retrieved his mirror from his jacket pocket and held it under the man's nose.

The three of you watched the mirror fog up, you and Wade stepping away.

"Get him out of here," Weasel said, whistling to one of the men by the door. He glared at the pair of you, both looking anywhere else than at him. "You two, go home."

"Whatever," you reached for Wade's hand still frozen in place of where the man's neck was. "Come on, Wade. Can't get a 'thank you' for taking out the trash."

Weasel scoffed, standing up after you pulled Wade to the front door. "You started it, Jack!"

Outside of the bar, Wade pushed you up against the wall. His hands drifted down your thighs then around to pinch the apple of your ass.

Your tail wiggled eagerly which Wade noticed and caged a hand over it. "So you are happy to see me."

You jeered with a raspberry blow, looking down the sidewalk both ways before curling your arms around Wade's neck. His hands gripped the backs of your thighs, mounting you to his waist.

"An understatement, Wilson," you sputtered against his mouth. "Could've used you today."

Instinctively, you shifted your hips up against Wade's waist, imagining the slope of his clothed cock rubbing at the seat of your jeans. Your eyes fell half-mast, your fingers curling along the nape of Wade's neck.

"Oh," he managed, glancing down between your bodies to your hips angling at his crotch. "Bad time?"

That was an understatement; unfortunately, through your day, you had gone into heat. So your outburst to the man in the bar was more unwarranted than usual. Still, you nodded once at Wade's question, leaning in to nuzzle your nose to his scarred cheek.

"Back to your place?" He asked, tucking his mouth and nose under your ear.

You eagerly sat up in his hold, pressing your chest closer to his. That was the best idea you'd heard all day. Wade grinned up at you, his hand patting at your fuzzy, wiggling tail nub.

"You are so freaking cute, fuzzbutt."

-

Wade lounged on your bed, already stripped down to his boxers. He'd walked into your apartment after you, ran to your bed and flopped onto his stomach. You flipped on the lights, following him to the enclave of your apartment that housed your bed.

"You need a shower?" you'd asked, shrugging off your feet bandages as you threw your keys onto the couch.

You watched Wade shrug out of his sweatpants, wrestling out of his zip-up hoodie at the same time. "Nah, honey bun. You, go get ready. I'll be here."

Now you were stood in your bathroom, clean from the shower and naked in front of the mirror. With a deep breath, you ran your furry fingers through your hair, wringing out of your floppy ears. The heat began to dot your skin with tingles, the small of your back sporting a dampness that only came from fighting off the urge.

Wade circled his finger on your crisp grey sheets, waiting with his feet flopping off the edge of the bed. You opened the door to the bathroom, leaned up against the doorway.

Wade looked up from your sheets and visibly perked up. He sat up most of the way, pulling his hand back to brace his hip.

"Hello, Cottontail." He enunciated, his eyes taking up and down, back up again, taking in your entire form. "Come here."

Wade sat up fully, bracing his feet to the floor with his hands held out for you. You launched from the doorway by your hip, walking into Wade's hold.

He pulled you into his lap, allowing you to rest your knees on his bed. Wade held onto your hips, rolled you into him. You felt a few chills trickle down your back, your tail wiggling at the small of your back.

Wade's eyes maintained the jostle of your body, his fingers squeezing a bit further into your soft body. "Bunny."

You tittered, feeling the hardened ache of Wade rubbing against your sex. You leaned into him, tenderly licked at his lips until he parted them and allowed you to kiss him.

Your nose twitched, easing Wade back onto his back as your hips began to hump against his, chasing the carnal blips in your stomach.

Your knees braced at his waist, completely ignoring any modesty that could've been housed deep in the recesses of your body. It was instinctual, rubbing your body and rolling your hips harshly over Wade's while trying to scratch your internal itch.

Wade chuckled in your mouth, his hand bracing your cheek to pull away. "You're so cute, trying to hump." He teased, petting his hand down your shoulder and back to the small of your back.

You paused, allowing Wade to press you closer to him and feeling his hot, damp cock throb from behind his boxers. "When you could have the real thing."

You pouted, reaching a hand down to eagerly pull his cock free. "I want it, want it now."

Wade's eyes flashed open wide then rested half-mast. "Okay, okay. I got the relief for you."

He sat up and rolled you onto your back, then over onto your stomach. Halfway off of the bed, your knees braced the floor as Wade stood up behind you.

Looking over your shoulder, your tail fluttered wildly, your bare ass reddened from the heat in your body. Wade stared from his place, reaching to pull his boxers down fully and kick them away.

"Goddamn, Carrots," Wade hissed, taking grip of his burned-cock. The skin along his member was in sparser grifts, revealing hardened muscle and tissue. "You're fucking dripping."

You ducked your head to the bed with a pitiful mewl, reaching a hand back to spread your cheeks apart. "Don't waste time. Breed me, Wade. Gimme your litter."

Wade snickered at your muffled words, his lack of brows raising in surprise. "Wow. That's a new one."

Your foot twitched in anticipation, your knees spreading apart to drip more of your wet to the floor. "Wade."

"Yep," Wade snapped to attention, jumping to action with kneeling behind you.

He angled his cock to your entrance, sliding his tip between your lips to gather more of your slick. Wade sank into you by an inch, which caused you to coil on his tip.

"Fuck fuck fuck, relax," Wade tried to soothe, his voice catching with his excitement and minute pleasure. His hand braced the middle of your back, seething at the innate heat and vice-like clench around him. "Carrots, ease up on your grip."

You shook your head into the sheets then sat up to pant. "No, no, get in me."

Your hand reached back to bring Wade further into you. Wade groaned, winced to the ceiling as he pushed another inch into you. Your foot paused in twitching, now trembling as your toes curled.

Wade planted a foot to the floor, both hands going for your hips to ease another inch. You rested your chin to the sheets, your fingers tangling into them.

The relief almost felt unearned, but more than welcome. His cock was so hot inside you, conformed to your tight walls and easing the itch from your stomach.

You angled your hips to earn more of Wade, only stuck on your mind screaming at you to mate. You bounced back on him, using him to your advantage while you wiggled and writhed before him.

Wade followed your hips, watched your little tail go into a frenzy. He smirked, his entire face choking and refraining from taking the lead.

You rolled your hips harder on him, picking up the pace to something close to what you'd achieved from humping. Wade quirked at the back of your head, staring at your floppy little ears bounce jovially to the sides of your face.

He reached for your ears, tugging them carefully back to tilt your face to the ceiling. Wade leaned over you, his thrusts meeting your hips in tandem.

"This good enough for you, jackrabbit?" Wade hissed into your floppy ear clenched tight in his hand.

You grinned dreamily when Wade met your hips harder, your body reverberating with it. You swallowed deeply, lining your parched throat to answer. "Y-yeah."

"Good," Wade spat into your ear, reveling in a few more hard thrusts before turning back to growl. "Now what were you saying earlier?"

He wanted to tease you, but deep down your words had started a rouse within him. Wade wanted to hear you say it again, wanted you to egg him on more.

"Breed me," you panted out, your eyes rolling back when his cock hit a good deep spot. "Gimme your litter."

Wade hummed sultrily, an alluring smile curling on his lips. "Fuck, that's so hot."

He slammed his hips hard again, battering that sweet spot until your back arched and you tapped at his thigh.

"Oh, are you close?" Wade asked, leaning down to dot his lips along your spine. "Me too, Carrots. You want me to cum in you?"

You nodded, your eyelids twitching while your body stagnated. Wade made up for your hips slowing, your body sensitive.

His hands pet from your hairline, pulling back your ears in the process then leaning in to kiss your forehead. "Okay, bun. I'll give you that litter."

You gulped, staring cross-eyed up at at Wade until his thrusts caught up on you and you came. Your hand gripped tightly at his thigh, your nails sinking into his burned flesh.

Wade bared his grit teeth with a groan, staring down at you. "Naughty little bunny, you came too quick."

You whimpered, quivering on Wade's cock as he continued pumping to finish. He pressed his hips tight to your ass and came; you felt the sudden gush within you, dousing the instinctual flames from your tight walls.

Wade slowly pulled out, his cock still twitching as he slugged more of his cum. "Your pussy is so hot, bun."

He caught his breath as you did, resting his hands to the bed while he stared at the slick drool that seeped out of your used sex.

You rested on your arms, on the bed, and looked back at Wade. "P-Push it back in."

Wade tried to hide his surprise again, taking two fingers to gather up his cum and push it slowly back into you. "You sure?"

You tittered softly, his question coming off so funny after doing the action. "Yeah, yeah. It's okay."

Wade smiled at you, kissing along your back again as his fingers pumped into you. He teased at nipping your bunny tail but you eased your hips away.

"What can I do for you now?" Wade asked patiently, slowly pulling his fingers out and popping them into his mouth.

He stood up, circling his arm around your waist and pulling you up onto the bed. Your tail stopped wagging, staring at Wade from behind your bicep.

"Water?" you asked coyly, feeling your flat sheet pulled over your calf.

"Snack?" Wade offered, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

You shook your head and watched Wade walk away; your eyes lulled softly then woke up when Wade climbed into bed next to you.

You curled into his side, tightening your body into a ball as he pulled the flat sheet further up your bodies.

[cymk8]

op…. talk about your shadowheart/karlach brain thoughts rn….

sometimes you gotta be the change you wish to see in the world and s o the ourobouros of serotonin has begun and here I present:

Figure Skating AU (that I slapped together because the brainworms cannot be stopped):

Shadowheart stares out into the open ice, the hairline grooves left from a busy day at the public rink glittering silver under the lights. At least she got here before the owner closed up shop for the night. She glides in on unsteady feet, willing herself to focus on the sound of the ice, the scent of the crisp cold air, anything but the fact that it’s been months, that she’s already fallen and that she’s already lost it all. She glides in, willing herself to forget.

Eyes closed, she shuffles the music on her phone until it lands on a familiar melody. The chords are light, airy in the way that takes the breath out of your lungs and makes you think of flying. Her body moves in answer, letting the sweep of the music pull her across the ice. She revels in it, relaxing into aimlessly meandering. The music guides her, ebbing and flowing in time with the motions of her skates. 

It’s a conversation she’d missed having, the feeling of speed and weight and weightlessness on the ice. She spins. She feels free. 

Yet she’s wholly unprepared when everything rises to a crescendo, her heart pulling tighter with every note. Her mind wants to follow the music, tells her to jump, to let go —   

“— atch! Scratch! Get back here you slippery bastard— “

“Boof,” Says the big ball of fluff. Oh no. Now that’s not fair, they’ve got a dog with them. Any anger Shadowheart has quickly evaporates when the dog attempts to scoot towards her before tripping over itself. Unfortunately for everyone, the big red ball next to it decides to open its mouth.

Shadowheart’s eyes snap open just fast enough to see a big ball of fluff skid across the ice — and an equally big red body scramble after it. Everything comes to a full stop, her skates kicking up a small dusting of ice that falls right on the two very unwelcome guests. Adrenaline has Shadowheart keyed up, ready to snap at the idiot for not being able to read until she makes eye contact with a pair of big beautiful brown eyes.

“Sorry about that princess, Scratch’s never been to a rink before. All the ice was probably —”

“Like I said, I’m sorry…” 

‘Princess’? Shadowheart levels them with a withering stare. “And it seems like you haven’t been to a rink either. Who brings a dog out here? You don’t even have a leash. He could have gotten hurt.” She skates over to the dog, cooing at it. The owner dusts the ice off of herself before getting up.

Shadowheart turns to see the most infuriatingly charming smile on the biggest woman she’d ever seen. Fantastic. Now she has to deal with this blockhead. 

[itsmuffiiee]

Hello world.. I’ve been stuffed in the stuff pile for weeks now.. (That room has some really bad reception)

Explored a fair bit but I have to ask, who has been boofin it in this room to cause the clouds??

What does Hijinx and Mischiefs room look like? ::o

Hell. This is the underworld.