#i always draw bbh the same

[geckocs]

I know we have totem lore but I’m still enamored by the gold dragon thing, if not for the dnd aspect (LITERALLY called “royal dragons”), at least for this stupid scene:

[thepenguisalive7]

Tincan, what was your inspiration for BBH character design?

- ass anon

sigh. Yeah okay Ass anon. Pfft.

Honestly, originally I really did think the qsmp would have a vacation island vibe! So I wanted to make Badboyhalo’s design a little more cheery 😆

So I gave short sleeves, a white shirt and even a brown scarf instead of black and white cause it’s warmer colour! Also a blue bag (the ones that moms bring around everyday when they have kids and also a Skeppy colour) that I don’t always draw him in, and some red flip flops! I just thought it was silly >v<

It’s not so much a vacation island anymore though :’)) but I got attached to the design so I usually don’t draw him any other way

So was Foolish actually 😆 That’s why his design is bright baby blue cause I genuinely thought qsmp would be very cheerful and fun (little did I know… the angst…) I got attached to the design and also just kept it the same 😆

they’re the first two I made qsmp designs of! So out of most other qsmp designs, they both have more of the cheerful designs and a little more vacation-y look for the most part.

well, kinda.

[the-crimson]

Let the Light Shine Through My Glass Heart

A little drabble inspired by Tallulah and BBH’s convo the other night.

“You know we all love you, Tallulah.”

“I’m sure Wilbur will get back soon!”

“Yea, he’s out there making lots of money for when he comes home.”

Tallulah clenches her fists, heart leaping in her throat. A left over gust of wind from the Pumpkin Lord’s aura sprays sand in the air and Tallulah takes the opportunity to turn away, fists rubbing the tears of frustration from her burning eyes.

She wishes she could melt all this desert sand into glass so she could shape it into a heart and to shatter it only to roll in the pieces. Maybe that could distract her from the mind numbing pain pulsing in her chest - if only for a moment - but a moment would be long enough.

“Tallulah?” The gentle - always gentle - hand on her shoulder draws her gaze and Tallulah looks up at Bad through vision marred by unshed tears.

“Let’s summon another one!” One of her siblings shouts, Pomme and Richas running past in a whirlwind of kicked up sand whileTallulah and Bad shield their faces.

“Tio Bad, can we talk in private?” Tallulah asks hardly above a whisper. She considers any noise above a squeak an accomplishment with her racing heart surging in her throat.

“Of course. Stay with Foolish, kids!” Bad replies, shouting at the chaotic mess that is Tallulah’s siblings. The two clamber through deep sand atop one of the sand dunes so Bad can keep a watchful eye on the others but he gazes at Tallulah expectantly with the soft but somewhat distant eyes that always seem to pass through her.

“What is it, Tallulah?”

Tallulah breathes deeply and her hands curl into trembling fists on the rim of her sweater, if she holds on tight enough maybe she’ll find the courage to keep standing when the next gust of wind threatens to tear her down like so many houses of cards.

“You always say soon. Everyone always says I am loved and surrounded by family but I feel like I am screaming into the void because none of you are listening.��� She pauses to breathe as tears well inside her. She can feel herself shaping the glass with one hand and grasping the hammer with the other. “I know you love me. I know Philza loves me. I know all my siblings love me. I know any of the other parents would come running if I called. I know! That doesn’t change the fact that my father is gone!”

Ice cold tears stream down her cheeks and she throws her hands in the air. Glass explodes in her mind as she takes the hammer to her own glass heart, mentally screaming with every swing as everything she’s been suppressing for so long tears free.

“Everyone always tells me that it’ll be alright! That I’m loved! That Wilbur will come back soon! Soon, soon, soon! It’s the same empty words every time but none of you are listening! None of you can tell me what to do when I try to picture my father’s face and all I see is you and abuelito! What am I supposed to do then?”

Bad closes his eyes with a grimace and glances to the side where invisible footprints appear in the sand. He takes a step towards the eavesdroppers and shouts, “Get out of here you little rapscallions!” He flinches at the venom in his voice but the kids skitter away giggling in a spray of sand. Bad sighs and turns back to Tallulah, kneels before her.

Tallulah watches her siblings retreat but returns focus to her tio when Bad takes one of her white knuckled fists in both of his tender hands, now at eye level as he kneels in the sand but he can’t look her in the eyes, instead gazing at her hand as he unfurls her stiff fingers, revealing the half moons of red carved into her palm. A tear glitters in the moonlight as it rolls down his cheek and Tallulah takes a shaky gasp.

She looks at the shattered fragments of the once beautiful glass surrounding her and the hammer suddenly drags her forward, its full weight threatening to drag her to the grown but she drops it. She looks at the lines of crimson forming on her hands and arms and collapses to her knees. Bad catches her and brings her into his chest as she shudders and holds her self.

Through trembling and uneven breaths, Tallulah whispers, “I consider you and abelito Philza my parents more than my own father. What kind of daughter does that make me?”

Tallulah waits for Bad to say something, anything, but all she hears is the wind whistling through the sand dunes, her siblings playing with Foolish in the distance, and her own racing heart beat. She leans her head into Bad’s chest and he holds her tighter with slightly trembling arms.

Tallulah shifts slightly as annoyance bubbles within her. Why are you crying? Bad must sense her discomfort as he releases her and pinches his eyes. Tallulah hufs slightly and pulls her knees to her chest, turns her head away from him, shaking it slightly. They always make this about them. Her cheeks burn and she remembers the heat of the Diablo she’d fought in the casino not an hour earlier. The rush of slaughtering those monsters surges through her as she remembers hacking and slashing at the Nightmare Stalkers until long after they’d stopped moving. She takes the hammer, handle slick with her own blood, and turns to the remaining half of her glass heart.

“I had someone once,” Bad whispers.

Tallulah stops mid step, his voice merely a whisper in the chaos that is her thoughts.

“We fought - often -” she can hear the smile in his voice and lifts her head to glance at his feet, not quite able to look him in the eyes - “but he was... my everything.” Tallulah sniffs and wipes her nose, lowers the hammer slightly.

“Then I got on a train and he was late. Then he missed the boat and the plane...” Bad trails off and Tallulah glances at him as Bad looks over his shoulder at the kids who are long out of earshot. “But I was graced with the greatest thing I never knew I needed and it seemed like everything was fine. I fell in love with a little egg and I would never trade my son for anything but...” He looks down at his hand as he scoops up sand and watches it trickle through his fingers. “I think about him less and less everyday and then I find diamonds and it all comes rushing back. Sometimes I can’t breathe as I remember and I just feel like I’m falling, flailing to hold onto memories that are like grains of sand.”

He meets her uneasy gaze with a melancholy smile.

“I can’t tell you what to do, Tallulah. I’m just as lost.”

A clang echoes in Tallulah’s mind as she drops the hammer and sinks to her knees. Bad kneels with her in the shards of glass that dig into both of their legs. He offers her the unbroken half of her glass heart.

“We’ll figure it out together, yea?”

Tallulah nods with a broken laugh and wipes her eyes. She leans into his side and they both look out at the horizon as pink tendrils creep into the sky. Bad and Tallulah begin the arduous task of collecting the fragments of glass and she sighs as she leans into him. Hearts are made to be broken but she can’t help to breathe a smile thinking about how beautiful her glass heart will look once she’s pieced it back together and can hold it up let the light shine through.

[captainbee66]

Okay little details time!

I had originally planned to add a lot more shading and texture to this, but my motivation died lol

first up!

Leonarda is certainly an egg that I sadly do not see often. I feel like I didn't do her much justice, but she got some little details!

Her wings are based on a flying fish, you can see the second pair on the end of her tail.

The end of her tail is also in a shark fin shape, just to match her papa. Her eyes are also more yellow to be like him as well. Her hair is from vegetta, I think.

Chayanne! Chayanne my beloved child. I know a lot of people give him blond hair like Phil's but i really liked the idea of him having Missa's hair instead, especially since i give him so many of Phil's traits already. (his clothes and tail feathers are very reminiscent of his dad for sure)

I'm not good at face masks, so he ended up with a mask that looks like a skull instead.

I didnt quite know how to incorporate his floaty without it feeling out of place, as he looks a lot more "mature" nowadays to me.

so instead he got a ducky bracelet! (also, you can see his freckles in this picture!)

Richarlyson! Hes a weird case for me, since, like pomme, he doesn't quite resemble most of his dads (maybe felps the most?) He also ended up with the more stereotypically dragon body type, with a basic tail and wings. you cant even see his little fuzzy ears!

and oh, by the stars his hair gave me trouble.

it was. so hard. to get his hair to not look washed out between the blue and red. I do really love his bandages and lil tooth gap tho :]

DAPPER!!!! Oh my beloved boy. I am super proud of his design. His wings are loosely based on a bat's, although i dont think it came across very well. His tail is clearly in a demon-ish shape, since his only "actual" parent is BBH. I'm really proud of this little detail tho,

Since I imagine the eggs are still a little too young to grow horns, Dapper and Bad made little fake demon horns and sewed them onto Dapper's hat so they could do the affectionate horn taps without injuring someone.

Pomme! Pomme is another egg i don't see often, but i know shes a little fighter. I wish i could have make that come across better, but its okay. She also doesn't look much like her parents, although she might have gotten her hair colour from Baghera somewhat. A lot of her features resemble apples for... obvious reasons.

It took a lot of back and forth, but i really enjoyed her scale patterns. (I also HAD to make her a chunky kid, I was a chunky kid. I wish i could have made it more obvious, same with Richarlyson.)

Tallulah, almost done! I'm really proud of her design, although I wish i could have gotten some of her bratty personality down. She's swapped out her papa's hat for the one Forever gave her (Wil's hat probably got torn up at some point). Her hair looks like wilbur's, but some how ive accidentally made her style it like Kristin's lmao. Her tail also resembles a guitar, because obviously. Also!

Her canes! I'm so proud of her canes! Before they canonized her asthma, I always imagined her with elbow crutches (its been in some of my drawings and writings too). I did research to make sure i did these as well as I could, but PLEASE let me know if something's iffy. I wanted to add flower stickers to her canes, but i forgor.

Ramón! our finale! Idk WHY, but ramón is just so tiny to me. I know he's usually depicted as a white dragon, but I've had this rich brown in my head for AGES. I will admit. He.. kinda looks like tubbo. A smidge.

I gave Ramón stripes late on in my design process, and while I love the mustache bandanna, it is such a SHAME I didnt think to make a mustache with the stripes. I also gave him wyvern-ish wings! since hes so skilled with create, I imagined he would appreciate an extra set of hands :)

Also yes, he does have a tail. it's just either hidden or a stumpy one (I didn't have ANY ideas for his tail)

And thats it! their heights arent exactly what i imagine, but its what i imagined at the time :]

We've got a lot of birthdays to catch up on!

[sing-me-under]

c!Sapnap Timeline (basically all of my designs for canon)

Early SMP (first day, first disc war, pet wars, early L’Manberg)

The Wars (L’Manberg Independence, Manberg vs Pogtopia, Nov 16)

Early Engagement (New L’Manberg, Mexican L’Manberg, Disc Finale)

El Rapids (post-independence, Karl’s library, very early Kinoko)

Early Kinoko Kingdom (post-Tommy’s Revival, Las Nevadas pt2)

Late Kinoko Kingdom (post-prison breakout, finale)

More notes under the cut:

c!Dream used to cut and brush Sapnap’s hair, like a caring older brother. Sapnap’s hair easily knotted and tangled, and he couldn’t be bothered to take care of it himself. After Dream pushed away Sapnap and c!George, the two of them left the Greater Kingdom entirely. Sapnap’s hair was always a mess, so he would just quickly put it up in buns or a low braid. After the Disc Finale, there weren’t any more wars, and most people kept to themselves to avoid conflict. Out of boredom, Sapnap started actually brushing his hair, but he couldn’t bring himself to cut it.  The gold snakebite piercings were a gift from George. What for? George refused to elaborate. He had a revolving door of the same progressively worsening flame graphic tees c!BBH had bought him. However, with Bad under the Egg’s influence (especially after the Red Banquet), Sapnap inevitably ran out of his favorite t-shirts. Tina and Karl took the opportunity to put him clothes that actually look nice.

When Dream broke out of the prison, Sapnap was wearing the first Kinoko outfit. Dream almost hasn’t recognized him during the fight right outside the prison. When they confronted each other in Snowchester over the Nightmare set, Sapnap had balled up his more fragile attire (the white satin cape) into his inventory.

After Dream went under the radar for months following his break out, Sapnap found himself doing more paperwork than fighting, so he usually just ends up wearing the customary formal wear c!Tina filled his entire closet with instead of the turtlenecks and tee shirts he’s more familiar with.

He always wears armor over his usual clothes, but I didn’t feel like drawing armor because then they’d all look the same. Netherite 

The red rectangle pendant carries a sheet of mycelium from George’s true form (following my mushroom nymph!George headcanon). George gave one to Dream too, but Dream stopped wearing it openly sometime after crowning George king. Sapnap started to keep his safely tucked under his shirt after Doomsday. However, when George hadn’t woken up after literally months, Sapnap tried to keep George’s true form as close to his body as possible, opting to leave his pendant under George’s pillow. (Sapnap also found out that Dream’s own pendant had been in a chest in the Community House when said Building blew up. The pendant was in horrible condition.)

On a similar note, Sapnap stopped wearing his rings openly after the disaster that was the official end of his engagement. The rings are tucked away safely in the back of his nightstand. He tries not to look at them.

The strength of Sapnap’s flame halo is related to his fighting spirit. He used to be worried about accidentally burning the very flammable Kinoko down in those early days. During the wars, he was basically a walking inferno.

[faehrys]

asking very nicely for explanations cause i like hearing people talk about cool ideas/thoughts they have

aw anon thanks for letting me brain rot, everyone else i’m so sorry….

so i think george is dreams comfort streamer out of obvious reasons, he just really likes to look at him lmao but he’s also like his comfort person in general who can make him feel better immediately and then foolish is like such a constant which i feel like dream likes, he doesn’t join streams often but he loves the atmosphere on foosh streams

and then dream is george’s comfort streamer also out of obvious reasons but also because i truly feel like george is dreams number 1 supporter like he’s the first person to watch any of dreams content and he has such a high opinion of him and bbh i think is also a big comfort person to george because he’s known him for such a long time and george can just be himself on his streams

i think sapnap really likes watching punz not just because he’s so similar to him but he has been such a constant in sapnaps life who was also affected by not being able to do anything with his best friends for so long and also he’s just obsessed with valo and then dream because just like george, sapnap is dreams biggest fan

karl just really loves tina’s drawing streams but i also think that her streams provide such a comfy space for him cause they’re so slow paced and calm and karl’s life is like a roller coaster sometimes and foolish is like the guy who is always live and exactly what karl is looking for cause he loves people just to always be there and foolish can be that for him

quackity has said numerous times how much he loves bbh and that he had such good talks with him and i feel like he just really enjoys joining his streams and being himself unapologetically, just like george. also george is his other comfort streamer because that’s his bestie and he’s obsessed with him and he cares a lot about george

i think foolishs comfort streamer is tina also because she’s always there and they’ve become so close he would frankly watch anything she does

i chose sapnap as punz’ comfort streamer for much the same reasons as the other way around, they both love valo but they’re also super supportive of each other and i think they’re just on the same wavelength

i think tina is just really supportive of all her friends in general but karl and foosh have a special place in her heart like she always watches their streams no matter what time of the day and she’ll like wake up and game with them immediately it’s so precious

and bbh loves quackitys streams i feel like because he thinks he’s the funniest ever and he just really cares about him and dream he would also support in anything because he’s so proud of him

[notsogoodangel]

Finally done: Children of Dead AU AKA an SBI Royal/Antarctic Empire AU which actually includes both Fundy and Kristin. More info under the cut

also ignore typos in the drawing, I did the text at like 2 am

The Antarctic Empire seemed to pop out of nowhere, and just as fast as it appear, it became among the most prosperous and wealthiest (and most dangerous) kingdoms in the world. The world was in shock figuring out how an adventurer, who first came into view from a pathetic death, became the ruler of such a prosperous empire. Although once meeting the royal family, one begins to understand. Emperor Philza, also known as the Angel of Death, a man later became known for his wisdom and bravery. He will always raising to the occasion, of course, if he believe in it, and destroy anything that stands in his path. The empress is Death herself, always kind to everyone who doesn’t run from her and her touch and to be feared if you ever go against her. They formed a family that almost seems too perfect for running the place the call home. The oldest son is almost perfect soldier, seemingly never loosing a battle and always knowing how to plan to their next expansion of their territory. The crown prince has a way with words that makes everyone listen, always trying to get the upper hand and his pride always seeking what’s the most optimal outcome during a meeting. The youngest of the emperor and empress children is a loud young man that is never afraid to speak his mind, fight for any occasion to protect the empire and his family, trying to improve any injustice that may ever plague the kingdom. The crown prince’s son is focused on making the empire structurally stable, always focusing on the infrastructure and improving the technology.

Secondary characters

Ranboo: 

He was taken in by Phil when he was 15, but he really seems to be adopted by Techno than by him.

Not an official prince, but under the protection of the royal family.

Still half enderman and half something else.

He is the same age as Tommy, and they get along well-enough.

Tubbo: 

He is not adopted by the royal family, but might as well be.

Even though he is a citizen of Manberg, he spends most of his time in the empire, specially hanging out with Tommy, Ranboo, and Purpled.

Son of Captain Sparklez, his uncle is Schlatt and Puffy, and Dream is his cousin.

Half goat and half sheep (that’s the couple horn).

Purpled:

An ex-child soldier, rescued and taken in by Ponk and Punz (his biological-older brother).

He was REALLY good at his job, and still continues the mercenary work, but he actually makes money out of it.

He is an alien hybrid, which is among the rarest hybrids, and has very little drawbacks.

He hangs out in the castle because he can and nobody can stop him.

Sam: 

A prince with so many brothers that is near impossible for him to become a king, so he moved to the empire and helps in the building of it with the help of Foolish.

A raccoon-creeper hybrid, and connected to Tommy very fast because of it.

He is in a relationship with Ponk, and lives with him, Purpled and Punz.

He can explode, and tries his best to control his angel... and he is scared of cats, which works out because Ponk is allergic to them.

Schlatt

Phil’s old adventure buddy (look, I love their Hexxit series, fight me)

President of Manberg, although not for long because he dies near the end of his first term. After that he haunts, Quackity, Tubbo and Phil, although mostly Quackity. 

He has the Revive Book, because his family is cursed and all males died young and he is looking for a way to stop it or extended the dying.

He is Sparklez’s and Puffy’s cousin, although he did help raise Tubbo since they travel a lot.

5up: 

Fundy’s childhood friend (and later boyfriend)

He is a nature spirit, specifically a radish. All nature spirits are connected to a plant, and this helps him to stay connect to this realm because again, he is a spirit. 

He tries to spend as much time in the empire with Fundy but the weather is hard on him, and staying in another realm can be hard.

Minor characters

Sally: A fish-hybrid that comes to the empire when the water is not frozen solid, and despite that, she is married to Wilbur and gave birth to Fundy, making her the princess of the empire.

Squid kid: A squid-hybrids that comes to the empire year-round and helps Techno keep his crops when he knows he is going away for a battle for an extended period of time. Techno only does this because he hates machines, and prefers manual labor. 

Ponk: A dreamon-hybrid (hides it) mercenary and doctor who keeps an eye in Punz and specially Purpled. Usually the middle man between any hits someone may request.

Punz: A alien-hybrid (recessive) mercenary and ex-child soldier. While he lives under Ponk and Sam’s roof, he doesn’t really listen to them as he is only there because he cares about Purpled... also he doesn’t listen to anyone unless you pay him.

Extra info: 

Tubbo, Dream, Puffy, Sparklez and Schlatt are all biologically connected. The “C” on Tubbo and Schlatt’s name stand for Captain, which is the family name. Don’t ask why is in the beginning of their names, they don’t know either. Their curse consist in that all males in the family will die young, usually tragically (Sparklez drowns in one of his travels and Schlatt dies alone from a heart attack). While the females will start to forget things if they are not consistent, for example, they will remember how to garden if they are a farmer, but they will forget they have a child if they live alone for an extended period of time.

Dream is the rules of the Greater SMP, although he hates the idea of being the face of the country since he hates people being up in his personal business, doesn’t like attention, he has personal beef with Techno and Tommy and that is not good for public relations when you hate two of the princes of one of the most powerful empires in the world; and his uncle runs a country that is not connected to his at all (aside from being to war in the past, but Schlatt wasn’t president then). So he still rules, but put Eret as a figure head as he has good personal relations with Wilbur and they actually like the attention.

There’s a small secret revolution against Wilbur going on the Antarctic Empire run by Blop and Oreli and many other of the people Wilbur used as experiment and torture during his “rebellious” phase. They mostly just want to torture and no-canonically kill him.

Hannah and George are also nature spirits. George is a mushroom spirit and Hannah is a rose one. George lives in Kinoko Kingdom with Karl (not a hybrid, but just a straight up an interdimensional being) and Sapnap, a fire-demon hybrid, and they are visited by Dream, who’s a sheep-dreamon hybrid, Quackity (a duck hybrid) and BBH (straight up demon and Sapnap’s dad). Hannah, on the other hand, lives on the Empire in a green rose, and works as a mercenary with Purpled. They sometimes work together, but most of the time they just train together.

Quackity is the vice-president during Schlatt presidency, and takes the mantle of presidency when he dies. He wants to run, but he after entering in a relationship with Karl and Sapnap he stops and moves to Kinoko. 

[icequeenbae]

Desert Flower (m) Ch. 1 | BBH

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader x Baëkhyun

Characters: EXO and X-EXO (not all of them mentioned)

EXO vs X-EXO dynamics, complicated relationships, angsty, action, smut (as usual)

Warnings: sorta mingling with your ex’s ‘evil twin’, mentions of blood/ violence (nothing too graphic… I suppose), Y/N gets teary a lot(?), explicit content, rough sex, unprotected sex

Word Count: ~13.5k (full), ~3.7k (Chapter 1)

Summary: Baekhyun, your beloved boyfriend of three years, suddenly breaks up with you and disappears from the city in an attempt to protect you. But leaving you alone and clueless means trouble will surely find you. For it is easy to spot a flower in the desert.

Masterlist   >> One >> Two (m) >> Three (m) >> Four (fin)

Author’s Note: Yay, this is happening!!! My first BaekBaёk, oml I’m gonna-

Ok. I’ll admit right off the bat that I wouldn’t be posting this any time soon without my lovely beta @baekshoney​ 🖤 She’s the person I turn to when I think there’s a million little things I could’ve done better, because that’s what I always think. I had to give myself a cut-off date to finally give up editing this 😅 So, I’d really appreciate it if you guys could share your thoughts and opinions on this too. My asks, dms and comments are places where you’re always welcome! Now, let’s get into this!

Tags: @blahblahblah-boo @baeklightsx @wooya1224 @baekklove

Chapter 1. The beginning of the end 

It was all too sudden.

The words he’d said deafened you. Refusing to believe what you were hearing, you shook your head and took a step back, as if doing so could start the conversation you’d just had over. Or rewind the time and allow you to prevent the words from coming out of his mouth in the first place. But he was firm, unyielding in his stance.

‘I’m sorry,’ he repeated. ‘It’s my fault. I should’ve known better.’

Than to start this relationship, was what he meant. That he should have avoided getting in a relationship with you altogether, and breaking up with you would’ve never become an issue.

‘Why?’ You tried to speak, but your lower lip started to tremble, silencing you at once.

This was all wrong. It couldn’t have been true, what he was saying.

He licked his lips, looking away, hands forming tight fists at his sides as he tried to recollect himself and urge his body to stay frozen on the spot.

That did not work for long – the sight of you, so small, so stunned and defeated, with tears welling in your eyes while you tried to stifle them… He couldn’t. It was stupid of him to break his act so easily, but you were too precious to him to just leave you like this.

Sighing and cursing himself out in his mind, he took a stride towards you and gathered you tightly in his arms.

‘I am sorry, Y/N,’ he continued softly, hearing you hiccup in his unexpected embrace. ‘But I have to leave. We- I should’ve stayed away from you from the start. Forgive me for being so weak.’

You sobbed at his words, shaking your head stubbornly and clinging to his broad chest as an act of desperation.

‘I can come with you!’

‘No,’ he interrupted your crazy idea. ‘I’m leaving you behind. To keep you safe.’

‘Safe from what?’ You questioned, half-annoyed now.

He kept insisting that he wished to protect you, but how was leaving you all alone ensuring your security? And why would you even consider it, when you only felt safe while with him?

‘I cannot tell you. The more you know, the more dangerous it is.’

‘Baekhyunie, please,’ you wiped the tears and grabbed onto his vest as he moved to pull away. ‘You can’t just decide this on your own!’

‘Y/N,’ he took hold of your wrists, not removing them just yet. ‘I know it’s hard, and I never wanted to hurt you like this. But there’s nothing you can say that’ll change my mind. I’d rather break your heart than risk your life, so it’s not really a choice.’

He looked around as if to make sure you were not being watched, and then leaned in to place a farewell kiss on your temple – his favorite spot. You sniffled, realization of the inevitable setting in.

‘Just let me go, flower,’ his voice lowered to a whisper, and you sobbed at the pet name. ‘You’ll be better off without me, I promise.’

‘No,’ you protested as he freed himself from your grasp, and took a step back. ‘No, Baekhyun, don’t leave,’ you clawed at his forearm, trying to stop him. ‘We can deal with it together, we can think of something! I don’t want to be without you,’ you whimpered sorrowfully.

He shook his head, shying away from your touch, while you desperately tried to hold him back.

But you couldn’t. He gently peeled your hands off to walk away, and you missed the pained crease between his eyebrows when he turned his back on you to escape your apartment.

‘Please, don’t do this…’ You whispered, voice breaking in anguish. Just as your heart was.

Yet, Baekhyun kept walking. Leaving you to weep in the unwelcoming emptiness of your home.

Leaving you for good.

***

Your relationship with Baekhyun started almost three years ago.

Still new to university life, you found yourself in the midst of a soap opera worth of drama when a bunch of transfer students joined all at once, some even in the same year as you. All highly attractive, they usually hung out together and spent less time than needed socializing with the outside world.

Not that you cared too much – sure, the excitement going around was making you curious, but they looked too handsome, almost to the extent that you found it intimidating. Ironically, the most intimidating you found Baekhyun. His then long dark hair with strands of red and a mullet hairstyle, the sharp green eyes, the pierced eyebrow, and the lip ring that made him look like a very attractive hooligan... The piercings turned out to be just as fake as the eye color, which did not disappoint you at all.

Funny enough, you only got to know this bad boy because he took a liking to retreating to the campus library. Hiding from all of the attention, of course. While some members of his clique actually basked in it, he preferred to disappear to the remote aisles of the quiet space and read a book, or, more likely, sleep with one on his chest. You saw him like that often, since you were stuck in there yourself – essays for different classes were piling up rapidly. As a diligent student, you were determined to do well in your first year of university, so dragging yourself to the library to stay glued to your laptop was the best option.

Coincidentally, you also preferred to stay in the less lively spaces, as you tended to seek peace and quiet to focus on your assignments. Your attention span… wasn’t impressive, to say the least, so you did your best to avoid any distractions. However, you didn’t count on a certain sleep lover to be one of them.

It was not the first day you spent close enough to notice the tranquil expression he wore on his face as he was snoozing. It was, however, the first time he caught you staring mindlessly in his direction. Burning the deepest shade of red in your cheeks, you grabbed your books and quickly made yourself scarce, thanking heavens for the multiple aisles of books around. You walked around for ten minutes or so, actually placing your books back where they belonged and finding a secluded corner to check out what else was on the shelves. Squinting, you tried to read the name of the tome that had gotten your attention, and raised your arm to get it from the level that was clearly too high for you. Thankfully, someone reached over your head and helped you obtain the book. You turned around to say thank you but instead were suddenly pushed back into the shelf by the taller figure with neat red strands. Speechless, you only held your book close and gaped at him, as he leaned forward.

‘Ever heard about the cat killed by curiosity?’ He hummed, eyes piercing you from above.

You swallowed, knees getting weaker as you registered the fresh musky smell coming off of his brightly colored shirt.

To push your buttons, he decided to get even more scandalously close to you, arm holding onto the rack behind you to keep balance.

‘Nothing wrong with being curious!’ You jabbered. ‘In fact, if people preserved the curiosity they have as kids they would’ve had a much bigger learning capacity as adults.’

He huffed. You weren’t sure if he was shocked or amused, because your eyes looked anywhere but his face. In fact, they lowered enough to fix on your forearm, resting across his rib cage, and your fist pressing slightly into his pec to keep him at least at a minimal distance.

At this you gasped, eyes widening and returning to his face, only to catch an inquisitive spark in his retinas as he nudged the lip ring with his tongue. Sighing, he took a step back, finally allowing some space between you.

‘Can’t write a philosophy essay with this, little flower,’ he chuckled. ‘Or if you can… I’d be impressed.’

You looked down in confusion, understanding that the book you were holding was from a Botanics section. ‘The Oxford Book of Wild Flowers’, read the title.

But… How did he know about your philosophy assignment?

***

Only later had Baekhyun confessed that he had had an eye on you for a while by the time this incident took place, but the moment of your outburst was what got to him. When he looked down at your cornered form, holding a book to your chest so innocently, and keeping him away instinctively with one arm. He had to bite his tongue to prevent a smile from making its way onto his face. That was it for him, and even though he wanted to avoid you and keep interactions with you to an absolute minimum, he couldn’t help but find ways to draw your attention. Like that one time, when you walked out of the library because the loud noises from the outside made your concentration for the night crumble.

The source of that noise was, in fact, a certain convertible, blasting the music for the entire campus to hear. You would have come up to complain that your studying was cut short if you didn’t have perfect eyesight. It allowed you to see that there was a red-haired problem sat in the car, with a bare foot resting lazily against the panel. Ready to run the other way, you turned around, meeting a solid chest with your forehead. You discovered that it was a rather cheerful guy in the same year as you, Jongin, and the other one with him was Sehun. And those two stalled you long enough for Baekhyun to make an entrance.

It was the first time he tried asking you out. And got rejected.

However, as much as you wanted to take ownership of that and say that you were playing hard to get when you walked off and left him stunned by your refusal, that was not the case. This guy made your throat go dry at the mere sight of him! He was way too handsome, and he also looked kind of… well, he looked like he’d break your heart without thinking twice about it. And that you couldn’t allow.

But then again, good girls do tend to fall for bad boys. Or was he only pretending to be bad? You’d never heard anything that discredited him, except for the way he stared people down sometimes. That once happened to a fellow student in your class. After he sat next to you during lunch.

Actually, almost the entire week following that incident you had lunch alone because everyone kept making excuses to sit elsewhere. That was how you became friends with Jongin and Sehun. Having had a few classes together, you were more or less acquainted with each other, so you didn’t mind when Jongin suddenly appeared out of nowhere with a tray and asked you if they could join. He even had lunch with you when Sehun wasn’t around – you figured that it made Jongin even more chatty. So much so, that one day he leaned across the table to get slightly closer, and used his most clandestine voice on you.

‘You know, hyung could burn a hole in anyone next to you with his glare, but I’m immune to his ‘charms’, thankfully,’ he giggled and added, ‘Still, I think you should give him a chance. Baekhyun’s a good guy, and he’s kinda torn as it is. Asking you out was a pretty big step for him.’

Honestly, you had a hard time believing that. Baekhyun… was probably the kind of guy, who never even had to ask. You could look around and easily spot a dozen eyes that were fixed on him at this very moment. Why in the world would he want to date you, clearly not the ‘easy-going’ party type? He probably wanted to get into your pants just for sport, like the rest of the pretty boys.

‘Whatever you’re thinking, it’s far from the truth. Ugh, Junmyeon will kill me for this!’ Jongin cursed himself and continued, before you could ask. ‘Hyung looks rough around the edges, but he’s really a softie. Trust me on this.’

‘Are you his wingman or something?’ You snorted dubiously, getting a little timid from this discussion.

‘Ha, are you kidding? He’s gonna strangle me if he finds out. Like I said, he’s torn between staying away from you and persisting in his efforts to take you out. Just think about it,’ he ended with an attempted (but failed) wink.

As if to take away your chance to process the unexpected input, Jongin shoved Baekhyun in your direction the very next day. Disappearing from the cafeteria right after, of course. Envy his subtlety. But, apparently, what he said earlier had an effect, so you only nodded when a flustered figure asked for permission to sit with you. He looked quite different from the previous times you saw him up close – much less confident and intimidating. But he seemed sincere when he said he just wanted one chance.

And that was how your relationship picked up. It took a whirlwind course from the very beginning, and the hot summer before your second year of university was the most torturous time ever for the both of you. Still wary of getting played, you only trusted Baekhyun enough to get intimately close months and months into dating. And he was patient with you, going at a slow pace, letting you pull away whenever you wanted. Until you didn’t want to anymore.

That last leap of faith was a beginning in itself – a true beginning of you and Baekhyun. The final seal was broken, and you entrusted yourself fully to him, which he repaid by showering you in his affection and feelings that he himself had not come to acknowledge just then.

After a year together, you were not simply allowed into the inner circle, but also educated about the special abilities that Baekhyun and his friends had. You were first interrogated by their leader, Junmyeon, who wanted to make sure you had no ulterior motives and were not going to tell a living soul about them. He called it ‘a quick chat’ as he dragged you in a scarcely furnished room where he sat you down at the small metal table across from him. The leader asked you questions and tried reading your verbal and non-verbal cues, so it was clearly an interrogation. Junmyeon was pretty experienced in this, so he could instantly tell that you were harmless. And you also passed the test, answering the most ridiculous questions about Baekhyun – apparently, that was to make sure you were not ‘faking it’ – so, he accepted you into their family.

However, knowing too much was dangerous, so you only learned about their powers and how they came from the so-called EXO Planet when they were young (talk about dating an alien!), and that the organization they called ‘the Red’ amongst themselves wanted to hunt them down. They also used to be held hostage by these people – and that was just about as much you knew about the issue because Baekhyun kept you away from the ‘unnecessary details’. He only told you that they seemed to be hidden well in this town, surrounded by just enough people to blend in and disappear. And you worried, always, because you knew too little about the dangers surrounding the group, and even less about how you could contribute to their safety.

Baekhyun laughed when you once brought it up, finding your concern nothing but cute.

‘You don’t have to worry about it, flower. It’s my job to make sure you’re safe, not the other way around,’ he then said, playing with the curly ends of your hair.

You frowned at that. Why was it not your job to take care of him? If you could help, you wanted to help. But he always brushed you off, saying that the only thing you should do to help is staying out of trouble. Like that was a challenge – you either studied or hung out with him and his friends, not much room to stir trouble. The only other person you talked to regularly was your roommate, and she was also pretty harmless.

As time went by, you got closer to your own graduation, basically, one year left before you had to figure it out for yourself again. Your boyfriend was always supportive, but you couldn’t help but wonder how he imagined your future. He was always up to something but never shared it with you since it was ‘nothing for you to worry about’. Had he not shown you his actual abilities before, you would’ve certainly thought that it was a crazy lie he told you to cover up for some kind of illegal activity. In reality, some illegal activities were going on, especially since hacking and cracking was one of Minseok’s specialties (but mostly because they needed to keep their identities out of sight). Another reason why they didn’t all go to the same school when they arrived, and also why they changed their appearance ever so often. The lucky mullet was long gone by the time you had your first Christmas together, and you had had the pleasure of seeing him in multiple hair colors throughout almost three years of your relationship. Notably, the first dozen or so make-out sessions you had with him took place when he had just cut his hair and dyed it pitch black. And he still wore his fake lip ring at the time, which was an experience in itself. He did know how to use his mouth…

Admittedly, you were kind of used to being the object of the boys’ shameless teasing every time you hung out together. The way Baekhyun kept you close and fussed about everything was, apparently, atypical for their usually chill and humorous hyung. He was their second-in-command, after all, the genius behind the strategic planning of the group, and the mind that kept them hidden for so long in one place.

Because of you.

One of the boys had previously let it slip that they hadn’t lived anywhere for that long before, maybe not even for one full year. But this time Baekhyun was determined to stay for a while, now that he had an anchor.

But the day came. When he found out that they might’ve been compromised, he got scared. The way he’d never feared anything before. And he’d been through a lot, to put it mildly. Baekhyun could maintain a cold and sharp mind at all times, that was his thing, but not when it came to you. Once he figured out that there was a real chance, that they could’ve found the EXO hideout and, thus, could connect you to the boys, he couldn’t think straight. Overwhelmed by a sudden panic, he sought advice from the leader.

‘You know it’s not me who’s supposed to decide,’ Junmyeon sighed, looking at his disheveled second. ‘I told you a relationship wasn’t a good idea. I also think that keeping her close means putting her life in jeopardy.’

His words were cutting through Baekhyun as he paced the room, long fingers grasping his own hair.

‘But it still may be a safer option than leaving her here,’ the leader added, pinching the bridge of his nose. ‘We need to relocate fast, and you have the ‘better of two evils’ situation on your hands.’

‘I know I should leave her,’ Baekhyun stopped in his tracks, turning his head to the leader. ‘But what if they already know, hyung?’

‘Minseok had every trace of her erased, not a single camera in town had a glimpse of her with you. They might have found our footprints in the sand, but those don’t necessarily lead to her. I suppose they should move on as soon as they come here and realize that we’re nowhere around.’

‘Most likely, but what if-’

‘They can very well catch up to us while we run. Like I said, there isn’t a right answer, but a choice. And I think that you’ve already made it when you should give her a voice, too,’ the leader pushed.

‘I-’ Baekhyun turned away to hide the glassy eyes from Junmyeon. ‘I have to give her a chance, hyung. I cannot sentence her to a lifetime of running and danger. And I know she’s silly enough to throw herself into it if she has a say in this.’

‘And if you’re wrong? You’re going to break her heart as a precaution?’

‘She won’t die from a broken heart. Can you imagine what they’d do to her if they find out?’

Junmyeon bit his lip. This time, the choice was completely out of his hands. He thought his second was making a mistake, but it was not his place to decide. Exhaling again, he nodded.

‘Tell her in the morning. We’re moving out as soon as the rain starts.’

>> Chapter 2

A/N: So, what do you think? This is more of an introductory chapter, I know, but it covers quite a lot of their relationship with Baek. You must be excited to see where this goes and when Baёk appears? Or if Baekhyun is coming back? Me too, me too 🙈

[dreamsclock]

Howdy! I'm drawing the Daisy Lore au kids, and I was wondering if there are any specific details you have envisioned for the kids! (besides races, which u mentioned, I mean more like, eyecolor, freckles, etc!)

hi !!!!! ahhhhh oh my god this has made me so happy, i can’t wait to see if you post it here !! :DD they’re all kinda up to personal interpretation, but here are some things i had in mind!

daisy > green eyes, dark hair, pretty small !!i always picture her in dungarees for some reason too LMAO, along with george’s signature classes and freckles :]

lissie > blonde curly hair, nothing really solid in mind for her yet :0 i’d imagine pretty tall, but go wild with how you picture her if you wanna !!

helga > short. tiny. So Short. she wears purple bc it’s her favourite colour and has short dark hair !! i think i mentioned that she has little yellow wings, too - she can’t quite fly with them, but they do slow her fall if she falls somewhere high, and usually is covered in band-aids and equipped with golden apples because of how clumsy she is KBSKDKD (can u tell how much i love her jhdssdk)

james > also short and tiny, but like,, a couple of inches taller than helga, which pisses her off lmao. his hair is lighter than his sister’s, and slightly longer too :) he doesn’t have wings, but when he gets excited, he sets himself on fire accidentally, so that’s something LMAO

angel > little ram horns in his hair, and also ginger for some reason in my mind?? pretty tall and freckly (they’re green) and also has glasses. he thinks he’s an explorer so has a magnifying glass he carries everywhere and a little journal where he records cool things he finds that he carries everywhere !! not to mention he has a tail like puffy’s too skjdfksd

michael > similar to the typical fanon design for michael !! nothing special sdkfdlsdkjsb, other than that he wears ranboo’s too-big crown on his head and carries around a stuffed bee toy with him that tubbo made him :D

emmeline > this kid is dressed The Coolest. i imagine she has black wings she can actually fly with (she’s just not very good at it KBDKF), she just doesn’t do it v often !! she looks a lot like bbh’s form in mc, but fluctuates between that and a more human form with blue hair :] she dresses mostly in black and gives herself fake tattoos with pens she steals from angel’s journal up her arms and legs when she’s bored !

darian > looks a Lot like ponk !!! they have the same haircut, but also has creeper abilities as i sort of touched on in the post talking about hybrids!! he wears armour bc sam is always worried about him getting hurt, but he dyes it red and thinks it makes him look cool (it Does). he never wears anything other than red JKDSFKJD, it’s his favourite colour

henry > she’s inherited traits from a Lot of the people tommy cares about! she’s got tubbo’s curly hair, a crown that looks a lot like techno’s (she fell out with michael when they met for the first time bc she thought he’d stolen it from her LMAO), ranboo’s heterochromic eyes and little wings for phil. apart from that, though, she looks SO similar to tommy, and likes to wear t-shirts like his red and white one because she wants to be exactly like him :D she’s got a little mini sword that tommy made for her that Doesn’t Actually Work (it’s plastic), but she likes stabbing people and watching them pretend to die dramatically KFSKNF.

[almondmilks-posts]

Ok I know I did tattoo artist sapnap but hear me out.... Tattoo artist badboyhalo.

Because yes he doesn't swear (apparently) but he throws knives and owns guns so he has that edge

But seriously would be the best tattoo artist ever

Would provide snacks and drinks and music and a blanket if needed

Ok so getting my last tattoo my artist mike put on netflix for me and I watched rupals drag race bbh would do the same...

I think he wouldn't mix his streaming with tattoos so the audience would actually never know

I think he would have a full sleeve, random little leg tats and a full back But we would never know because he always wears skeppy merch ect

Speaking of skeppy merch that's why he would get recognised like a client would be " oh nice skeppy hoodie wait...."

Would have amazing tattoo // drawing skills all of his tattoos are super amazing

I think his style would be either new school or American traditional either or for bad or why not both?

We would find out when he wins lots of awards with his face being is photos and on social media ect

Him and skepoy meeting woikd be bad giving skepoy a tattoo 😭 skeppy would film it

I want another tattoo so fucking bad like actually

[angeloncewas]

All of the asks regarding the BBH situation are answered under the cut - I know we've gotten a resolution, but I felt like a lot of the things y'all brought up were worth talking about, so -

Both avenues feel like such a slippery slope.

If you blindly believe, you risk situations like this one, where a person was lying for the "fun" of it. Now, not only do they create problems for Bad, the community, and any theoretical victims who do try to genuinely come forward via the burner-account method, but they've also provided another instance that horrible people will point at and say "look ! they lie all the time !" It makes it worse for everyone when people pull awful shit like this and it wouldn't carry that weight if people had looked at it through a more critical lens. That's just the fact of the matter.

But on the other hand, being "critical" of a victim's account is so often what those awful people do. Why did you do [x], why didn't you [y], there's this one fault in your recount of your traumatic memory so clearly you're just trying to ruin this person's life - I have no idea what happened with the accusations leveled against Jake Paul, but his fans "criticized" it to pieces despite me and many others finding it to be both "credible" and horrifying. I know it's a risk, but I can't in good conscience not shoot straight for belief, y'know? And I think that's why so many people do the same thing.

(I'm rambling a bit - you're obviously correct for this case specifically - they claimed to be kids just "joking" and I don't even wanna get started with that because it pisses me off.)

I don't know if I never knew about the SBI burner thread or if my mind deemed it so stupid that it threw it out for me in my sleep, but wow. I know what you mean - burner threads as a whole are some weird practice that I don't quite understand. I mean, I get that it's for anonymity, but the way they pick up on Twitter is just... crazy. Idk.

The way Twitter persists is just awful. Like, it's common fucking sense that you don't make false accusations for a million reasons. It shouldn't even need to be said. And yet Twitter just runs with it and some of them still make shitty, weird comments about creators like Phil and H just because they don't like them.

I tend to hate the "get kids offline" battle cry by mostly annoying people, but there's really something about their mindset and attitude that has to be remedied by something Twitter is not gonna give them. Ugh.

The gaslighting thing was RIDICULOUS. I was trying to be more neutral about it when the accusations were still up in the air but now that they're very much confirmed to be a "troll" (quoted with disgust) I feel qualified to say that anyone who called BBH's responsible "threat" of legal action "gaslighting" has clearly never been gaslit in their life (and good for you, but stop acting like you know what you're talking about then). As anon 2 said, if he intended to silence the victim it would have made much more sense to threaten legal action privately (and I know that the person's DMs were off, but the point is that a public statement like he made draws very quick and clear attention to both him and the accusations leveled against him).

Anon 1's advice is very pertinent (though it didn't wind up coming into play here) - always always always be careful of what you're clicking on, especially when sent to you by strangers. A person could've linked "proof" of the situation in DMs that was actually something that collects your personal info (for example) and while that sounds harsh considering the nature of the accusations, it's a reality we have to deal with online. Staying safe is a lot of things when it comes to the internet.

There's a lot that goes into this, so I'll try my best to be concise.

People are overwhelmingly superficial. It reminds me a bit (if you'll pardon the odd comparison) of that post that went around a bit ago talking about how fat gay men are more often painted as creeps while fucked up twinks slide on by purely because of the way they're perceived by society. I'm not saying that BBH is gay or fat, but I will say that he's probably not "conventionally attractive," especially when it comes to "influencers" and so I see comments like those more than I should (which is never, but even more than from the expected odd weirdo). It's just awful; as though you can tell what a person's like simply based on surface-level characteristics like that. Many abusive/dangerous/etc people play up and off of the way they're considered attractive because of shit like that.

I also saw people saying that they "always suspected" because he's "childish" and it's "weird" - I know he has whimsy, but BBH has always stuck out to me as very clearly an older member of the MCYT community so the whole situation just felt off and wrong to me. (And that's not even discussing the way "we always knew" type language is damaging toward everyone involved... yeah, it's just fucked up.)

[jack-enbyfold]

Describing DSMP characters because I can’t draw well enough to do them justice

Hey, this is inspired by @jackstanifold, love you, my dear, sorry for stealing your idea/p

Dream- Just some dude in a smiley face mask, nothing visibly special. Green eyes, blond hair with a smattering of freckles and a lean build. Wears light armor over a green hoodie. Moves more with purpose and seems to move only when he needs to, light on his feet and fast. 

Punz- Very similar in appearance to Dream with blond cropped hair, blue eyes and a younger face then cc!Punz for some reason (possibly because of his icon), has a large build than Dream though but still very lean, moves like a soldier, facial scars and slightly pointed ears (only noticeable if you look close), lots of piercings as well as their ender pearl medallion

Eret- They look off, like obviously their eyes are whited out but there's something else to them that makes them look inhuman, holds themselves high and almost constantly has their hands in view (mainly clasped in front of them on at their sides), longer fluffier hair then cc!Eret normally has

BBH- The classic 9ft tall demon (though he can adjust his size), his main body is a black that seems to suck the light from nearby if not covered, his eyes and mouth do the opposite though emitting light, moves a little too smoothly to be human and very catlike in his reactions and ways of emoting

Sam- 2 sets of arms, patches of green on his skin with black eyes (the skin around them also having a black tinge), a mouth that’s a little too big with sharp teeth and black gums that he hides behind a gas mask, very tall and large in stature but actively tries to make himself look smaller a lot (unless he’s in warden mode)

Phil- has bat wings with torn skin that prevents his from flying, just looks like cc!Phil with shoulder length hair and a few extra scars on his jaw and eyebrow, has a small braid on the side of his head, pierced ears with mainly gold and emerald based jewelry, bucket hat, seems like he moves causally but is always on a guard, uses his wings to gesture a lot

Techno- Big pig man, not sexy anime boy just pig, has tusks and a rose ring as well as lots of tears in his ears from where there used to be earrings, heavy in his footfalls and movements, preferring to keep still and subdued when talking normally and using wide gestures when making speeches 

Niki- not much changes about her general appearance, she just looks a little more war hardened, her hair is shorter (having lost some of the ends to fires and war) and the dye in it is growing out, she also has more muscle bulk then cc!Niki and moves more cautiously

Ranboo- very tall and looks stretched and odd, split is not a clear 50/50 with his eyes and arms being odd shapes, lacks a mouth unless he opens it at which point he has no teeth or tongue, the only part of him that looks vaguely human is his red eye and his general body shape, despite being over 7ft, he tries to shrink into himself a lot and moves awkwardly, during his enderwalk he moves a lot more fluidly and is very feline in reactions and movement

Tommy- 

Pre Exile: Doesn’t look that different from cc!Tommy, still has his braces, has scars from the 16th and his two deaths, missing part of his eyebrow due to it being singed off, stands and moves like a soldier despite being a kid, sharp canines 

Post Exile- longer hair but choppy and missing length in some areas (chin length in some spots), farmer’s tan from exile and small burn scars from being too close to lava and TNT, a lot skinner especially in the face, still has braces, still tries to hold himself to the same standard when it comes to posture and movement but just doesn’t have the energy most the time

Tubbo- started with shorter blond hair (box bleached) that grew out to cover his eyes by the time he’s in Snowchester, visible roots, goat horns that grow straight up, can’t drop his posture due to ages of either standing as soldier or standing as a president, scaring over his arms and the sides of his face as he brought his arms up to protect himself 

Fundy- Literally just an anthro fox, scarring on his muzzle and missing a part of his ear, the fur on his tail is almost always singed, has really good posture like Tubbo (for the same reason) until he runs, always looks slightly panicky and nervous when he moves even when he’s calm

Wilbur- looks a little older then cc!Wilbur be it stress or actual age, there’s a near permanent dent in his lower lip where his cigarettes usually sit and the tips of his fingers are stained, skinny to the point of concern but hides it with a jacket, he constantly holds himself loosely and uses wide sweeping gestures when he talks, slow and calm in his movements despite his paranoia   

[baekberrie]

heal me - bbh

✨Genre: Romance, angst, fluff, hearing loss and outcast au (if that makes sense)

✨Pairing: Baekhyun x reader

Everything surrounding you started seeping into brighter colors the first time you saw him.

It wasn't a particular day. The sun was hiding behind fluffy clouds painted in streaks of gray, the breeze fluttering the curtains by the big windows felt colder than it should have been in the mid of May. While the adorable daisies were eagerly starting to pop in the grass, it was hard to grasp the spring with such unstable weather. Your gaze was lost in the immensity of the sky, it was one of those days. Those days who blended in with the rest, those who were blurry whenever you tried to recall them- and you- you just existed, sitting by the desk in the classroom while people walked past you, sat in their seats and acknowledged each other. You were there and yet it felt as if you were just invisible. A sigh pushed past your lips as you mentally encouraged yourself. It was going to be another of these unbearable days, treated like you were absolutely nothing more than dust, but you knew you were going to make it until the end of the day, like always. While the sun was up, you allowed yourself to show only one expression, only when you were in the safety of your home would you finally let the loneliness overwhelm you. You let it take your breath away from your lungs and spill from the edge of your eyes, into small but infinite tears.

The ringing bell was just a distant sound while you tried your best to swallow the growing lump in your throat. Thinking about how lonely you felt would always end up in you hurting your own feelings. But for the first time, you didn't have to calm your own frantic heart, for when the teacher entered with a new student next to him you totally forgot about what was going through your head. It had been a while since a new face had entered this class. In fact, you had memorized everyone's face and names on the very first day, while you were sure that no one even remembered yours. The boy looked tall next to the teacher although his height was just average. Your heart skipped a beat, there was something that struck you when gazing at him. It wasn't his incredibly intriguing droopy eyes, nor the way his brown hair fell so beautifully down his face. And although you were taking notice of all of these things, it was neither the way his smiley-like lips pronounced his name or how his voice was the most melodic sound you'd ever heard.

"I'm Byun Baekhyun, please take care of me." He introduced himself shortly and you found yourself slightly flinching when his orbs pierced right into yours as he spoke. That, that was what struck you. You had never seen this boy before, and yet- as no one had ever done in many years, he hadn't looked just past you, right through you as if you weren't there. Instead, he had held your gaze while his serious expression had shifted into a gentle smile that you had never had directed to you and you just could not comprehend it, nothing of it- that someone had just acknowledged you, although in the most minimal of ways. It might be something completely irrelevant for anyone, but you couldn't just help the swelling heart inside of your chest, how it trembled so eagerly that you felt it rub against your ribs.

As if a sheet of paper splashed with watercolor, you felt yourself absorb its colors and slowly but surely you became a part of the world you were living in, and no longer a mere wallflower.

The second time you shared contact with him was a good amount of days later. You had to admit, his mere presence had made your life so much more interesting, it felt as if you had discovered a new book that you just knew you were going to love, and perhaps, you had become more eager to live it. Every morning you would wake up with anticipation buzzing through every inch of your body. It was a feeling that you couldn't help, nor did you know how to handle it, the curiosity that bloomed within you as if flowers in the wild. Were you being odd? It wasn't like you followed him around or anything of the sort. You contented yourself with stealing glances at him in class, and little did you use the excuse that he was answering the teacher to stare at him a little more freely.

It was lunch break for everyone, and just like any other day you were wandering in the gardens of the school while taking tiny bites of your only sandwich, trying to make it last longer although that didn't sit too well with your hungry stomach that wanted all of it right away. It was when you saw him sitting in your usual spot that you completely forgot about your empty stomach and the half-eaten bread in your hand. Baekhyun who was sitting on the grass underneath a tree with his eyes squinted to his notebook and his hand scribbling away while surrounded by small daisies looked like a beautiful photograph, and you would've taken one if you didn't stand religiously by privacy rules.

You did feel extremely timid but still fought against the feeling and willed yourself to take a step into his direction, and one more, one more, until you were standing behind him. You were to be surprised when you saw that he had actually been drawing. His hand moved incredibly skillfully across the paper as he quickly drew lines here and there, picturing the small flowers proudly peeking from the grass. Only when he extended his index finger to smudge the coal on his drawing did you notice the pretty shape of his nails and fingers, and for a short moment, you felt slightly jealous of his unfair beauty. It was strange that he hadn't noticed your presence behind him yet, and to be frank, you would have never imagined that you could ever be capable of speaking to a stranger first, but there was an urge in your chest. You really wanted to know the reason behind your sudden eagerness toward someone that had simply graced you with a smile.

You swallowed before crouching down so that your heights were the same, for a moment, all you could do was chew nervously on your lip.

"Your drawing is very pretty," You finally managed to breathe out and all you could make out for a moment was how your heartbeat echoed like loud drums in your ears. But soon enough it was confusion taking over when the boy did not budge the slightest. You frowned as the confusion morphed into slight hurt and thousands of doubtful thoughts clouded your mind. Perhaps you had been too hopeful to believe that a little smile had been more than a mere coincidence. He probably meant nothing with that, he was not the least interested in what you had to say. Teeth drilled into your lip as you stood up to leave, the embarrassment washed over you like a bucket of ice-cold water, crawling into your chest and you had to squeeze your eyes shut to try and lessen the feeling.

"Did you say something?" You immediately spun around with your eyes widening when Baekhyun suddenly called out to you, only to see him plug something into his ears. Hesitantly, you nodded, taking small steps closer to him.

"I said that your drawing is very pretty." You repeated while desperately trying to hide the insecurity in your trembling voice, crying inwardly for how your it cracked in the middle of your sentence. Baekhyun's questioning expression had like that one time, softened into a smile that made his eyes disappear into small, twinkling crescents as he muttered a shy thanks and rubbed his neck.

"I'm sorry if it seemed as if I was ignoring you, actually I..." The boy trailed, reaching out to his ear and picked the hearing aid off it, mustering it to you. A loud gasp left your lips and you couldn't be more ashamed for having assumed so many things about him without even knowing better.

"I have an extreme hearing loss, and well," He chuckled, "sometimes these things get uncomfortable so I take them off." He owed you no explanation, and yet there he was, being extremely friendly at the same time as extremely oblivious to the fact that you had in head your dragged him to the same corner of toxic people that were in your class. Regretfully, you imagined yourself dragging him out of that corner and apologized.

"Uh, no, actually I am sorry- I..." To your surprise, he laughed without even letting you finish your sentence. You had no idea what he found so funny, but the warmth in his voice felt like the sweetest medicine for your wounded heart. His chuckles faded into thin air and as soon as it was over, you found yourself wanting to hear more of it.

"Sorry for what?" He shook his head, "It's okay, it happened a long time ago, it's not a sensitive topic." he explained calmly, fearlessly keeping the eye contact. Compared to you, he wasn't scared to hold other people's gaze as he spoke.

" Do you want to see my drawing?" Baekhyun offered a closer look at his masterpiece and somehow, even if your legs were by now jelly, they held your weight as you took the remaining steps towards him and squatted down to see his art.

It was beautiful, but you couldn't help but think that his expression full of joy as he showed you was too, and more.

✨✨✨

If your life had been interesting in the first days of his arrival, right now, you believed it had turned into the most magical film- for one meeting with Baekhyun had turned into two, into three, until it became every day. At this point, you were sure nothing could ruin the happiness making your heart beat louder at the sole thought of spending your day next to him.

Underneath that big tree in the school's garden, was the place where the two of you would be together at every opportunity. The spring was bringing such lovely warmth and gentle breezes that caressed your skin in the most comforting of ways, it was a must to take part in it by sitting outside. Not many words were exchanged during those moments, and although you had grown so addicted to the sound of Baekhyun's soft and low voice, you didn't mind the peacefulness in the shared silence. In the end, you couldn't be more thankful to his sole company, sitting next to him like this was enough to curl your lips into a smile you had never known you were able to muster.

Baekhyun's back leaned against the tree just like yours, and you couldn't help but feel extremely aware of the fact that his shoulder and arm were pressed lightly against yours. But that wasn't merely it, you might have been a loner for a long time but you knew what physical contact was. You just couldn't understand the tingles taking place in your body, the extreme heat forming in that one spot where your arms brushed each other. Your favorite book was now aimlessly open in your hands as you couldn't recall when it had become so completely uninteresting. Little did you know, it was a certain someone stealing every single spotlight there was to claim. Like a sun drawing every sunflower to its brightness, he was.

The wind was softly fluttering his hair that was now a bit too long and would sometimes cover his chocolate eyes. Since both of you had opted for no talking, the boy had removed the hearing aids from his ears and let all of his concentration go to the new sketch that he had started. That was how it would usually go, Baekhyun sketched while you read your book. But this time, there was nothing you could do to hold back the extreme urge to look at him that was crawling underneath your skin. It was like his figure was magnetic and your eyes would restlessly pull to him no matter how hard you attempted to get a hold of yourself and stop staring.

At one point, you found yourself completely defeated as you leaned your cheek into your palm and succumbed to part of you that didn't want to do anything but observe him and his features that you had seen a million times by now. Though, multiple times you had been proved wrong. Baekhyun was like a painting and every time you'd look at him there would be something new for you to discover. This time there was another tiny mole on the side of his nose that entered the small constellation he already had.

While you were in a daze, Baekhyun had eventually felt your intense stare on him and so he turned slightly around to meet your gaze. As his questioning puppy eyes suddenly came into your view, you flinched back like a deer caught in headlights. Great. Couldn't you have been a little more obvious?

The boy cocked his head to the side questioningly, curiosity swam in his orbs and you could only cower underneath the intensity of his gaze. Biting your lips, you avoided his eyes and shook your head frantically, trying to dismiss the fact that he had caught you staring. The heart was crashing nervously against your ribs while cold sweat was prickling under your clothes. Heat gathered on your cheeks which did not go unnoticed by Baekhyun whose lips curled into a fond smile while his pretty hand reached out for your warm cheek. His fingers and gave it a short caress, his fingertips soft as feathers tracing your skin, making your blush turn from pink to scarlet as you froze completely in your spot.

"Liar," He whispered playfully.

Oh, how your heart was running ahead of you without giving you the chance to catch up.

✨✨✨

Pain.

A dazing pain traveled from your spine up to the back of your head after that someone had accidentally pushed you into the metal lockers. It ached, to the point of black spots appearing before your eyes. Your lips twitched at the pulsating sensation of bruises forming onto your skin while a groan pushed past your lips. Normally, you would have fled from the scene as quickly as possible, only to suffer alone in the school's bathroom. Though not a single muscle in your body induced you to run away as all you felt was a fit of overwhelming anger that heated the blood in your veins. Eyes searching for whoever had done such an unfair thing to you, a yell made its way from your throat.

"Hey! What the hell was that!?" You breathed out, nostrils flaring, "Can't you see I was walking here?" Sure, you knew you blended in with the crowd, to this day, you had never blamed anyone for bumping into you. But you were tired. So tired of it, of pretending to be fine with it. The person merely shrugged their shoulders while muttering a meaningless apology underneath their laugh.

The lump in your throat grew and your teeth drew blood from your lips when you suppressed the loud sob that threatened to erupt. It wasn't the fact that they had physically hurt you, but the completely unfair treatment that you could just not comprehend. How someone could be so repugnant to hurt someone they didn't even know and act as if nothing happened.

Only when you reached your favorite spot in the school's garden did you let the tears fall freely, knowing it would feel better to let them out than to let them burn behind your eyelids. You sniffed quietly while the cool breeze cut against the trails of salty water on your cheeks. After meeting Baekhyun you had thought that you were never going to feel like that ever again, but you were once again proved wrong. You got reminded that for Baekhyun you might be someone, but that did not make you any different from before in the eyes of others. The sigh that left your lips trembled along the shivers covering your body as the wind swept your hair behind your shoulders. Head buried in your knees and shut your eyes close, trying to find some comfort in yourself- but found only coldness, loneliness. You chuckled humorlessly by yourself, in the end, you were bound to be the same insignificant particle of dust they had made you out to be.

Rigidness made its way through your body when the faint noise of nearing footsteps reached your ears.  A slender hand squeezing your shoulder made you look up from your previous position and your heart skipped a panicked beat at the sight of a concerned Baekhyun. You didn't know whether to feel relieved or uncomfortable that was witnessing you in such a state.

"B-baekhyun-" You stuttered while hurriedly drying your cheeks in a failed attempt to hide the fact that you had been crying. "What are you doing here?"

"I saw you in the corridors earlier but you weren't in class, so I came looking for you." The boy explained softly, sensing how you were in a sensitive state. He sat down on the grass in front of you.

"But- you'll miss class,"

"It doesn't really matter right now," Baekhyun dismissed without even thinking twice and ran a gentle finger down your cheek, making you shiver. "What's wrong?" Baekhyun murmured soothingly while in his orbs pooled concern. You hesitated at first, but the warmth in Baekhyun's gaze made you melt and heal all at the same time.

With your gaze cast downwards on your hands that were clamped together, you sighed, "Sometimes I just feel like I'm nothing. Like nobody sees me. And I just-" your voice broke in the middle of your sentence. "I just feel so lonely." Tears gathered on the edge of your eyes, rendering your view blurry as you intensely stared holes into your hands.

"Hey," Came Baekhyun's soft whisper, Baekhyun's soft caress as his incredibly delicate yet warm palm cupped the side of your face. "Please look at me," He pleaded, "Look at me," he repeated weakly.

His hand gently led you to meet his eyes that were frantically searching for yours.

"You're here, and I see you. I always will." Baekhyun led you to rest against his sturdy chest and for a moment you felt your breath disappear inside of your throat at the sudden action. His words echoed into your mind while you couldn't help but note how this closeness was something so unfamiliar to you and yet something that you had never known you'd needed.  

Slowly but surely, he was able to chase the reason for your tears away. It felt so surreal, how warm he was, all of him. His arms, his chest, his hands that rested on the back of your waist. They were all so scorching hot in the most inviting way possible and you felt yourself melt in his embrace. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, desperately trying to crash out of your ribcage and you were sure Baekhyun could feel it, for he started rocking your bodies ever so slowly. Soon enough you were able to calm down- because Baekhyun's heartbeat was right next to yours and its melody lulled you into calmness.

He was like medicine, like everything you had ever needed. He was a blessing and his soft voice murmuring words of comfort resembled such noise as of angels singing.

Maybe, after all, you weren't completely lonely. A faint smile graced your lips as you snuggled deeper into his embrace, no, you really were not lonely. Baekhyun might be the only person you had.

But if you had him, you also had everything.

✨✨✨

Classes had ended hours ago and by now most students had already gone home. Well, except for you and Baekhyun who had stayed after class to get an assignment done. You couldn't describe the fulfilling happiness and thankfulness that overwhelmed you every time you'd even just look at him. Day by day you felt yourself become happier, brighter, the better version of yourself you would have never reached if not for him. Inside of you was no longer coldness, nor darkness, but wines, leaves and colorful flowers blooming within every inch of your body.

You were happy.

The wind was remarkably stronger in the evening, but it felt even colder when leaning against the rooftop's railing, having it sweep against the frame of your face and fluttering your hair away into every direction. While you had been at it, Baekhyun had insisted for the two of you to look at the sunset. The sky had turned into every shade of pink and violet and it amazed you how even small streaks of orange had found their way into melting in the immense painting that was the sky. It was incredibly beautiful, but what was it, even more, was Baekhyun whose fair skin reflected every color of the sunset as if a canvas itself,  whose twinkling eyes mirrored the melted clouds, and the crescent moon in the sky.

How your heart skipped every beat for him and him only.

Baekhyun's ears were free from the hearing aids, you noted, wondering if you were a coward for what you were about to do. Certain words were dancing on the tip of your tongue while your fingers nervously fidgeted with each other and heat gathered on your cheeks. Your lips parted and you mentally tried to calm your throbbing heart down. It was futile. It wasn't anything you could control, it was as if your voice had a mind of its own as your lips pronounced meaningful words. A part of you felt relieved because you didn't know if you were truly ready to have him hear these words. But what you did not know was that just like you had a while ago, Baekhyun had found you way more intriguing than the breathtaking scenery.

"I think I love you," You breathed out into the breeze, looking up to the sky once again. But your sightseeing did not last long when a pair of hands suddenly appeared on both sides of your face, making you gasp. Baekhyun's soft lips came eagerly crashing onto yours without any warning. You felt yourself almost suffocating, completely out of breath, and dazed by his incredibly sweet scent clouding your senses. The boy parted away from you for a few seconds, barely allowing you to process what had just happened before leaning in again, this time way gentler. Baekhyun gently guided your lips apart before settling his own between yours, locking them into a slow, lingering kiss. They were warm, soft but most of all, tasted like strawberries, and you found yourself melting completely.

His lips detached from yours with a fond grin resting upon his face while his mischievous puppy eyes crinkled into an adorable eye smile. Baekhyun's hand was absentmindedly playing with a few strands of your hair.

"I may have removed the hearing aids," he stated matter of factly, eyebrow quirking playfully, his hand that had been playing with your hair cupped your face again, the pad of his thumb brushed against your lips.

"But I can still read your lips."

✨✨✨✨✨✨

...hello everyone! Yep, so idk if you can tell, but this was a desperate and painful attempt of me trying to get comfortable with my writing again.

Do I want to delete this right away? Yes. Do I feel anxious about posting? Yes. Do I wanna cry? Also yes-

No, but I have no idea why I have been feeling this way. I haven't been able to write a single word without feeling awful and ew just bad about everything. I guess I'm just very afraid of being irrelevant and not being as good as I was before. sigh, I sound stupid don't I?

Well, I hope this wasn't a complete, boring failure and that at least you guys could enjoy it! Please do tell me what you think, give me feedback, where I'm lacking or even some advice to get back on track with the positive thoughts. It would be nice💕 Have the nicest day, lots of love and hope, P💕💖

sorry for errors!

[chogiwrites]

Haunted|| BBH

CW: Gonna keep it 100, if zombie dick isn’t your thing then don’t read. Happy Halloween.

Word count: 1.6k

Fluff/Angst/Smut/Horror. Sort of.

Accompanying song: Love Song by The Cure.

I’m not going to lie, I proofread by using Microsoft’s ‘Read Aloud’ option and now every time I read ‘Baekhyun’ I hear it as ‘Bake-Hi-Yun’. It’s really sad. ~

“I’ve missed you.” Baekhyun pouts as he stands by the foot of your bed. “Did you know this?”

He tilts his head and undoes the last button on his blouse with an “Ahhh,”

Baekhyun smiles suggestively as it falls to the ground with a slight thump. Stalking closer, he works to undo the tie. “Have you been faithful to me, babe?”

You’ve learned to pretend the smell of rotting flesh does not bother you. You shift beneath perfect, white sheets.

“You better have been. I might be mince meat, but my dick’s still fully functional.” He scoffs, before kicking out of his slacks. “Anyhow...”

He leans over and rests his cheek against the valley of your breasts with a delighted hum, especially as you reach out to tousle his hair. Baekhyun’s smile is so bright, you’d never guess he died five years ago.

“How’s your year been? I missed you. Did I say that yet?”

“You did.” You nod before sitting up on your elbows. “It’s every other thing that you say, actually.”

Baekhyun nods pensively with a jut out lip. “Ah, well. I’ve missed you~” He sings.

You nearly smile at his cuteness. Nearly. You shift and his forehead lands on the swell of your belly.

Baekhyun nuzzles you with a giggle.

“And you wore the nightdress I like! I knew you wanted me.”

“Of course I want you, Baekhyun.” You reply, hoarse and emotional, touching his cold cheek with the pad of your thumb.

Baekhyun’s tongue darts out to give your fingertip a lick. His spit is cold and slimy. You shiver. He pouts. You push your thumb further past his lips so that he doesn’t feel unwanted. Baekhyun’s dead, not emotionless.

Baekhyun smiles and moves up on his knees. “I’ve missed you too.” Though you’re hesitant, you’re sincere. Baekhyun knows this so he closes his eyes and smiles wider.

He begins to roll the sheets down your thighs, letting the cold and his skin bite you as your undressed bits hit the air.

“I probably miss you more than you miss me. I’m awake all year, you’re asleep for most of it. Do you know what that’s like, Baek?”

“Nope!” He replies simply, before pushing his head up the hem of your nightdress and popping back out the neck hole. “Hiii...” His grin is goofy.

“Hi.” You reply with your own, more conservative, smile.

You shiver, teeth clattering as Baekhyun wraps himself around you. “Baby, you’re so warm.” He breathes, knees hitting against your sides as he straddles your lap. Your body works overtime to warm you both back up to the standard 36.6.

With trembling arms, you hold Baekhyun like a vice.

“It’s kinda turning me on, actually.” He giggles, voice going husky as he gracelessly peels the thin fabric away from you both, leaving it discarded somewhere only the rats know to look. Fuck it. It doesn’t matter anyway. Baekhyun slides his boxers off with all the primness of a virginal school girl before licking his top lip. You laugh again.

You hold him until his body is purring and red. He squirms between your legs, something like a newborn, or maybe an earthworm. “My lips too, baby.” He breathes, displaying his perfect mouth, marred only by its blueish tint.

“Of course, how could I forget that?” Your muse with a small murmur before leaning in to rectify this too. The warmth against his cold lips make him sigh, shoulders relaxing in your touch.

It was only two Octobers ago that you worked up the courage to place your mouth on his. You know you’re going to have an upset stomach the next morning but for now, it’s well worth it. Baekhyun tastes like nothing, maybe a little sour. If he finds out that every time he kisses you, you get sick, he’d probably cry and forbid you from ever kissing him again. The thought makes you smile grimly.

It’s not just Baekhyun’s mouth though, having sex with him will undoubtedly lead to disgusting, putrid infections. Boils, abscesses. Rank, agonizing and painful. You are not equipped to handle your dead lover.

So, you lie. You lie to Baekhyun, who can’t stay for November first even if that’s what he wants. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him and you welcome the way he rots you as proof this encounter isn’t just grief-fuelled mania.

His delicate fingers reach out to cup your jaw as he slides his tongue past your lips. It curls, like a snake, against yours as your fingers reach out to grope his chest. Baekhyun pushes himself into your hands with a coo. He’s weak against you, keening when you lean down to wrap your tongue around a taut nipple.

He was a lot brattier in life. Now, he’s so hypothermic that every touch is a blessing. You miss his demanding nature but you’d be lying if you said the way he’s become so docile isn’t charming in its own right. Your lips trail up his pec, to his prominent collarbones, then, you nestle into the curve of his long, slim neck and attack the skin there. “You know what else is cold?”

With an exasperated laugh, you grapple his shaft and warm it up in your soft hands. He bucks into your palms with a moan and leans back on the pillows.

“I’m sorry I’m gross.” He breathes. “You’re right. Seduction isn’t your strong suit, Baek.”

He rolls his eyes at you but takes the flattery. “So I’m not a nasty fuck?”

“No, you are. You get pretty perverted quick.” You respond with the same stupid voice. Baekhyun huffs before slapping your fingers away from his flesh.

“Fine then!” He raises his chin indignantly. “Ride me.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Come on. Giddy up.”

You brace a hand against his thigh before mounting him. Baekhyun winces at the heat radiating between your legs. “Baby, I don’t think you can take it.” You coo, touching his cheek. With a growl, he grabs you by the hips and slams you down on him.

And then Baekhyun screams.

He screams so loudly that you scramble off of him. Baekhyun doesn’t allow you, he wraps his arms around your lower half and pushes his face deep into your chest.

His shoulders tremble as if he’s crying. “Baekhyun!” You shout, your teasing turning into panic. “Baekhyun, if it hurts then pull out!”

He shakes his head and ruts against you. You bite your lip as you feel him move. Beneath your palm, his stomach is a concave plane. With his body wracked by tremors, he finally speaks. “So. Fucking. Hot.”

“B—”

“What are you waiting for? Next year?” He snaps. Hesitantly, you lift up before sinking back down.

Baekhyun falls back with a groan, teeth digging so deep into his bottom lip that it splits around him, drawing thick, black blood. You stop again.

“No. Keep going.” He begs, taking a sharp inhale, his thumb pressing into your hipbone. So, you do, and his mouth falls open, eyes rolling back as he takes it. “Fuck!” Baekhyun’s voice raises an octave. “That’s it!”

He claws at your skin in desperation. “Baby, I need more. Faster! Fuck me faster!” His hips rise to meet with your movements.

The sounds that slip through his ruined lips are guttural and dirty. You reach down to wipe the coagulated mess and, deciding that you can’t give him the intensity he needs, Baekhyun flips you over so that you’re between him and the mattress.

His pace is harsh and unrelenting, skin against skin as he somehow finds a way to push places he’s never been before. It ruins you, rots you, destroys you. His kiss tastes of old blood and he cums inside of you with a bruising thrust, before pushing his fingers inside of you when you don’t reach the same end.

It squelches— the sounds of his nails pushing his seed further and further into your body. You tremble, cry and then collapse in finality. Afterwards, Baekhyun doesn’t whisper how good you are, he doesn’t tell you you’re a good girl for taking it as rough and dirty as he needed. He lies there spent with a set jaw because any sex, even bad sex, is still sex.

You take it upon yourself to place the blanket over your bodies. “Post coital tristesse?” You offer and he nods with a faraway look to his eyes. “‘Course.” He shrugs.

His fingers touch yours. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For being me. For not letting you move on. For a lot of things. I’m dead. We need to stop pretending that I’m not.” You shake your head.

“Maybe I don’t want to move on. Maybe I don’t want anybody else.” Baekhyun sighs and laughs, a hollow, dry sound. “I’m just sayi—”

“Who was it who asked if I was faithful and told me that I better be? Where is this energy, Baekhyun? I’m in this for life. I will always love you. I will always be faithful to you. Stop telling me how I should feel.” You flip onto your back and stare at the ceiling, your throat pregnant with emotion.

His lips touch your shoulder. “Of course...” He mumbles in resignation. You are too stubborn to argue, and Baekhyun is too weak to go back to sleep when he wakes up in his coffin once a year.

“Thank you.” “For what?” You scoff.

“For loving me.” He replies, voice small. You turn around and see that there are tears in his eyes.

“Even though I left you here all by yourself. You still love me and I don’t deserve it.” His gaze avoids yours.

“It was an accident.” You comfort, hand on his wrist. “It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know it would happen. No one could’ve known.” Baekhyun shakes his head with another defeated laugh. “Just tell me about your year.”

“Baek—” “Do it. In as much detail as possible. I want to feel like I’ve lived it with you.”

You want to espouse a line about how he did, just in his heart and-or in his own way, but you think it would just make Baekhyun feel worse.

Taking a deep breath, you begin from November first of last year.

Baekhyun finally smiles again whilst listening to your antics. He relives it with you well into the night.

When you fall asleep, it’s because he sings to you and the next morning, you wake up with a stinging fever and swelling.

Despite yourself, you wrap your arms around your burning wounds, and crawl into the empty space Baekhyun once lay. You savour the pain as proof of his visit, praying the hurt lasts until the next year, if not kill you altogether.

[oohfluffy]

TIHM Ch.3 | BBH

Group: EXO

Member: Byun Baekhyun

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Rated M | University!AU | Football!AU

Word Count: 2,782

chapter 3

Slipping in between the crowd, you let out a sigh in relief as you saw the lockers. You gripped on your bag straps tightly before trudging fast towards it. Almost bumping a few shoulders on the way, you quickly opened your locker and placed two unnecessary notebooks inside.

It was Friday in the afternoon, and everyone is hyped up already for the most awaited game. You can't say the same for yourself though. You just agreed to come for food.

"Hey, uh," You hear someone say near you. Obviously used to people talking to others except you, you didn't glance at the person and just continued arranging your messy locker. "What's her name again?" The voice turned into whispers as you closed your locker in satisfaction.

You huffed in determination before looking at the sea of people in the hallways.

Ah, here we go again.

"She's Lee Saejin, she's quite popular."

"Popular? Then why do I always see her alone?"

"Not that kind of popular!"

"The unlucky popularity. That's why she's being avoided here, so don't talk to her."

"Huh?"

"She has a history of—"

You turned to the corner swiftly, trying to look unfazed by whatever you have heard from those gossipers. You're used to it, it should be okay.

But you know it's not.

It was just 4 in the afternoon, and the game starts at 7. You're 3 hours early for this one, letting you save the front seats of the benches up on the bleachers. It was the most favorable for you as you don't want to battle with the crowd later to go down if you're on top of the bleachers. Jiwon would be proud of you for being enthusiastic.

You looked around the place and saw that you really came too early as no one has arrived yet. Though, there were two field staff clearing the field and readying it for the game besides you.

"Whoo." You tried to entertain yourself with your human anatomy book, turning the pages to the one you last bookmarked last night. You carefully placed it on your lap, straightening the pages before taking a sigh. "Page 40."

You were just on the second and a half page of where you started when noise started to enter your hearing. You squinted your eyes towards your book, ignoring whoever's presence was arriving. You should have just taken Jiwon's earphones so you could avoid disturbances in your peaceful moments, even though you do not possess any technological devices.

"I swear I would have won that round if you didn't exchange weapons with me!"

"Just admit you're a loser, Sehun."

"That was mine in the first place!"

"Kyungsoo, did you do research on that thing Mr. Jang has asked us to do?"

"Yeah."

"Can I—"

"No. Do your own."

"Oi! Why do we even need to play with those foxes today? We're obviously the winner."

"I know, but we need to, Jongdae."

Completely irritated by the talking you're hearing, you looked up from your book with daggers in your eyes. You were so ready to glare them one by one, when a pair of gentle but mischievous eyes met yours. You felt his playful gaze lingering on your glare before he talked to the guy next to him loudly.

You sighed in disappointment as you looked down on your book.

I thought I could read peacefully.

Those loud boys are probably the football players today. You're just not certain if they are from your university or the opposing team. You're not familiar with their faces, so you can't really say. Not that you exert effort in remembering other people's faces.

"I'm getting hungry." You mumbled to yourself as you frowned. "Jiwon-ah, hurry."

"Oh! We have an early bird here!" You heard an excited voice shout near you, making you flinch in surprise. "She's lucky today!"

"Uhuh, we didn't tell anyone that we'll be warming up 3 hours early."

"She must be an avid fan!"

"Oi, Baek!"

You didn't give up on reading and trying to analyze whatever you are reading, huffing in determination as you flip on the next page. The noise lessened, so probably they went to change their clothes or something. That's a relief if that's—

"Hi!"

You almost smacked your book close as you looked up in shock. You were taken aback by the person's smile, not used to see that kind. Was it seductive or was it a lazy one? You couldn't tell, nobody flashed those kinds of smile on you ever.

"Uh, hi." You almost whispered as you looked down the bleachers. The others were not there anymore, so they probably went ahead already.

But why is this guy here?

"I've been told that you're a fan?" He said smiling as he went closer to where you are seating at. You were kind of surprised that he was friendly to you, unlike everyone else. He's probably not from here, or he doesn't know about you.

"I'm sorry to disappoint, but I'm not. I'm just here for a friend." Food is a friend anyway.

With your response, his smile faded. He combed his messy dark grayish hair as he furrowed his brows. Is it gray or silver?

"Oh."

You suddenly felt bad for saying that you weren't a fan. He looks like he was looking forward to talk to one of his fans, which is unfortunately not you.

"Uh, I'll just cheer for you?" You tried cheering him up with a small smile, not certain how to respond to that kind of reaction. What are you doing, self?! "I'll cheer for everyone." You mumbled as his eyes lit up from your first statement.

"Really?" He spoke loudly, surprisingly with a smile on his face in a second. "I'd be looking this way then."

You don't know what he meant by that, but you just nodded and looked away from his intense eyes. They weren't that huge, but it was drawing you in. He's just too friendly and playful for you. He was too much for you.

"Well," He said, making you glance back at his handsome face. "I'll change my clothes for a moment. Watch us practice, hm?"

You watched as he went down the bleachers with skips on his steps. He even waved at you as he ran towards their locker room area. You looked back at your book with a confused expression.

"What the hell just happened?" You spoke to yourself in disbelief. "Did someone just make friends with me?"

That's new.

"Oh shit." You cursed as you realized that he might be playing for the opposing team and you said you'll be cheering for him.

You and your innocent, kind nature.

—

You just finished another five pages of your book, when you heard a shout from the field. Before you knew it, the boys started their football drills in a few minutes. You sighed as you glanced at them.

There were scattered agility cones on the field, where the boys began to take turns in the drill. You don't know much about any sport, but you're certain that there is no coach around to look after them right now. Only one member, who seems to be the captain, was shouting commands and instructions to the team.

"Byun Baekhyun, what a show off!" The tallest member of the team laughed as he watched the said guy exaggerate his actions, swiftly turning around the cones.

"Next!" The captain shouts, ignoring his members' laughs. "Park Chanyeol!" The guy who was called jumped in joy as he ran towards the first cone, screaming like an excited puppy.

"Minseok!"

"Kim Jongin!"

You closed your book as you continued watching what seemed to be a fun sport in front of you. They were done with their cone drills, and went to running off with the football within their hold. There were members who clashed with them on the other side, going offense as the other went defense. They were totally having fun, with the loud laughters and annoyed but amused shouts of their captain.

You didn't expect to see that. Not that you have any expectations in the first place.

"Hey, avid fan!"

You blinked your eyes in surprise as someone shouted. The boys on the field are all looking at you, their shoulders moving up and down rapidly from the warm up. One was actively waving his hand towards you, his grin so big you couldn't miss it even with the distance.

"Did we do well?!"

"Yah, Jongdae, you're too loud! The whole campus might hear you."

They started bickering as they scolded the one who shouted. Your lips itched to smile at the sight, but it doesn't seem that pleasing for you to look at.

"I'm envious." You whispered, smile slowly melting away by a memory. Your heart clenched painfully, making your hand go over your chest. You looked away as the boys started to play around instead of practicing.

What a strong bond they have.

"AHHH!"

Your eyes closed tight as you heard your best friend's shriek. You placed your book by the empty seat by your side with along your backpack. Jiwon skipped her way towards your place, grinning widely as she looked at the close distance from the field.

"You are the best, Jin-ah!" She sat on the seat next to you and quickly hugged your arm. You shrugged at her compliment, eyes setting on the paper bag on her lap. Your hands seemed to have their own mind, instantly taking the bag from her. "This brat."

"You owe me these, Jiwon." You said with a wide grin, smelling the appetizing aroma of food. "I've been here for like 2 and a half hours already. You're lucky I'm such an early bird."

"Uhuh, thanks for that." Jiwon huffed, looking around at the almost packed bleachers. Some of the audience are even standing down the benches, not managing to save seats for their groups. "Look at the number of people present! I told you they are popular."

You just munched on your fries with a corndog on your other hand. You might look like you haven't eaten for a day, but you just can't resist food, you know? And watching those boys play hard earlier made you hungry and tired by how breathless and sweaty they were.

"Did they enter the field earlier? Oh ghad, did they? They haven't, right? There weren't any news about it. I didn't hear about it if yes!" Jiwon blabbered as she looked at the field. The sky was already dark, the intense brightness of the tall field lights made the color of the grass greener, contrasting the looming darkness of the heavens.

"Who, the EXO guys?" You looked at her in question. It might be the right time to ask about them, right?

"Of course! Who else?"

"I don't know how they look like, but!" You exclaimed, sensing her incoming glare at you. "Are they like the guys with six tall guys and six smaller guys?"

"That's exactly them." Her eyes kept on widening with a grin, hands clasped together. "How'd you know—"

"Yeah, they practiced when no one was around."

"I knew they wouldn't—" Jiwon's grin slowly faded as she realized what you said. Her head snapped towards you, eyes widening in disbelief. "Wait. Y-You got to watch them practice for..."

"Two hours?" You looked at the field, chewing on your food before speaking again. "Uh, probably only an hour, 'cause I resumed reading my book—"

"YOU FREAKING READ A BOOK IN FRONT OF SUCH WONDERFUL SCENARIO?!"

You looked at the people around you, wincing at the stares thrown at you two. You're thankful and lucky enough that Jiwon was popular with her sociable nature, and hearing her screaming out of nowhere is a common thing. No one would openly judge and criticize her.

Those people are not fond of you hanging out with her though.

"It's not a big deal?" You tilted your head in wonder as you placed back the empty stick of the corn dog inside the paper bag, and went to sip on your frappe.

"It is!"

"10 MINUTES BEFORE THE GAME STARTS! PREPARE YOURSELVES! TAKE A SHIT OR PISS NOW!" The announcer enthusiastically screamed on the mic, earning a cheer from the audience despite the cringey loudness of the voice. You gulped down your food, placing aside the remaining food for the rest of the game.

"OH, OH! I CAN SEE THEM AT THE BENCHES DOWN THERE!" Someone from the same column of your seat in front shouted, arousing excitement and joy to the people around. "OH MY GHAD! THEY LOOK SO DAMN HOT! I MISS SEEING THEM IN THEIR UNIFORMS!"

"Shit, shit. My phone! Where is my damn phone?!" Jiwon started panicking as she searched for her phone in her bag. She stopped when she realized she forgot it at the apartment. "Damn. Of course I would forget it at a very important day!"

"Just enjoy the game, Jiwon. You'll have more fun watching them." You smiled as you patted her back. She frowned, but sighed in defeat.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE FIRST GAME OF THE FIRST QUARTER OF THE UNIVERSITY YEAR STARTS NOW!"

Shouts and cheers filled the open field, banners and glow sticks were raised as the players for the night were welcomed.

"THE BATTLE BETWEEN THE FOXES AND THE WOLVES HAS FINALLY COME! NOW, LET US WELCOME OUR WARRIORS!"

Jiwon started to jump and cheer loudly by the railing of the bleachers with the other audience near you. You felt out of place as you remained seated, looking around and saw that, indeed, you are the only one not loudly cheering.

"THE WHITE GROVE ACADEMY'S FOXES CAME TO SNATCH THE CROWN! WHOO!"

The cheers lessened as the first team was called out, letting you know that it might not be EXO since this is your university. It's the home team's area and territory, so most of the audience certainly came from here.

Jiwon urged you to come beside her and cheer with a grin. You shrugged as you stood up, excusing yourself in the small crowd forming in front of you. You glanced at your paper bag, hesitating if you should leave your food—

"AND NOW, THE MOST AWAITED TEAM OF ALL TIMES!" The announcer laughed crazily as the audience went wild without even the name of the group stated. "THE GREATEST WOLVES OF THE EVE ACADEMY, EXO THE KINGS!"

As you grasped the railings beside Jiwon, who used her loud voice to the highest level to scream, you got to see the home team enter the field confidently. A little playful with how they waved at the audience and fans, but intimidating with their football uniforms on. You wouldn't think that they were those guys who played around earlier. They just have this certain aura now that will make you want to back off from their runway, you know.

The cheers haven't died down as they made their way towards the center of the field, greeting their opponents respectfully. Your nerves buzzed in a bit of excitement as the first football game to unfold in front of your eyes happen.

"They are so damn cool!" Your best friend giggled as she waved her glow sticks, given by her seatmates. "You sure you didn't squeal over them earlier?"

"Not really." You chuckled as she frowned, shaking her head in disappointment.

You looked back at the field, eyeing the team's huddle in the field. They seem to be having a short meeting before the actual game starts. You noticed that number 04 continuously looks back and forth at his members and the bleachers, with his head not focusing on the huddle.

"OH GHAD! BAEKHYUN KEEPS ON LOOKING HERE! QUICK, TAKE A PIC!" Your eyebrow twitched in question. What can you even capture when their faces are almost covered by their head gear?

"Is my make up okay?!" You frowned at that. Can he even see her face at such distance?

"HE'S SUCH A CUTE GUY! ARGH!"

"MARRY ME, BAEK OPPA!"

You look at Jiwon, and she doesn't seem to be bothered with all the screamings at her back. You shook your head, trying to ignore the noisy girls with their loud comments.

As soon as you looked back at the field, you see the boys scattering around with a cheer. A particular guy waved wildly at the audience, his energy doesn't seem to run out. His gaze setting at the lowest floor of the bleachers, right on the center area. Where you stood. Before turning around, he made a flying kiss, earning a loud shrieks and passing out people.

"LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!"

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♫ Ch. 4

[doodlerage]

I love how u draw bbh with the long horns! Almost no one shares my same headcanon of long horns!bbh

I always had a huge soft spot for the sleek looking horns some people give bad! It gives room to make head cannons too and is just fun to draw