#it'd be great if y'all could give it a look-see

[latherinhoney]

kinktober 2023 day 4 - right here

(heeseung - enhypen)

genre: (non - idol au)

warnings: (18+), (hard smut), (public sex), (y'all fuck in a dressing room), (blowjob), (vaginal penetration), (cum - eating are we surprised?) (slight pervert hee)

1.8k words

a/n: day 4 of kinktober! sorry for the delay but it's finally here. I definitely wrote more then I intended for this one, got a little too into it lmao but as always i hope you guys enjoy and feel free to send requests!

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Heeseung never minded going out shopping with you, and enjoyed spending time out with you no matter the activity. He found it cute the way you lit up talking about your favorite clothing stores and how they always had the cutest items.

 The way you had a smile painted on your face anytime you'd walk into a store and show him items you'd pick up and ask him if he found them cute.

"Hee? Do you find these cute?" 

 Though one of his favorite stores to go with you was when you went shopping for lingerie. Although it felt awkward walking around the store with you considering he was the only guy in a girl's underwear store he made sure to only keep his focus on you. He could feel some stares on his back and some girls doing a double take but he tried his best to not give off "creep" vibes. 

"Hee? Do you think might be too cheeky?" You ask as you hold up with underwear in the air inspecting the material. 

"Hmmm no? Matter a fact I think they'd look great on you" 

"You think so? I think I'll try them on then"  you said throwing them into the basket and continuing to look through the rest. 

Heeseung continued watching you pick and choose through the clothing items, occasionally giving his opinion when you would ask for it. Though he loved this part because it meant he got to help you choose which bottoms you'd buy and knowing he'd be able to see them on your body later. 

The thought of how'd you look in the underwear, with how little fabric it'd be covering was enough to turn him on. He wouldn't hesitate to pull them off of you and keep them as a souvenir for later. 

"Hee?" You call to him "Heeseung?" 

He snaps out of his trance and looks over at you, his face slightly flushed. You thought it was a little weird but just dismissed it. 

"I'ma go try these on, okay baby?" Pulling up the basket to your face to show him the amount of clothes you had picked out. 

"Oh yeah" he clears his throat a bit "for sure lemme go with you I'll stand outside the fitting room" He says as he follows you to the dressing rooms. 

There he watches you go knock on a couple doors before finding an empty dressing room. 

"I'll be done soon!" You smile over at him before shutting the door. As you lock the door you remember finding it a bit strange that Heeseung had a flushed look on his face when you were trying to catch his attention. You shrugged it off and then started undressing to try on the clothes. 

Heeseung sat outside on the bench facing the fitting rooms waiting for you to be done. "Fuck, she got me" he whines to himself as he remembers the look you gave him when you tried catching his attention. He groans and adjusts himself on the seat waiting for you to be done. 

But he can't help as the thoughts start slipping into his mind again. You in those underwear that didn't leave much up to the mind for interpretation, he could feel himself start to get hard. His cock making a slight tent in his pants. 

He's getting horny at the thought of you in the dressing room and needs to fuck into you so badly. He positions himself up and looks around, checking if anyone is nearby and so far he doesn't see anyone. It's now or never so he gets up and knocks on your dressing room door. 

Confused, you wonder why there's someone knocking at your dressing room door. 

"Hee?" You call out "is that you?" 

"Yes baby" he whispers "let me in I need to tell you something" 

Still confused you unlock the door and as soon as you unlock it, he pushes into the room immediately shutting the door behind him and locking it.

"HEESEUNG" you whisper shout "what are you doing?? Are you crazy" 

"Sorry baby I couldn't take it anymore" he looks at you as you glance him palming his hard cock 

"Oh"

He immediately leans into you kissing you hard, his kisses are breathy and filled with lust. You lean into him to further deepen the kiss, sucking on his bottom lip. You both pull away his eyes blown out with lust and hunger. 

"Fuck baby" he grunts out continuing to kiss you. "I couldn't stop thinking about how you'd look in these" he says pulling at the underwear. "I need you, now" 

He throws clothes from the bench onto the floor and spreads his lap open, motioning for you to come forward. He undos the button on his pants and slides them down. His cock pressing hard against his boxers with a slight wet spot on them already. 

You go towards him and drop down onto your knees. Pulling his boxers down his cock springs out, stiff and leaking precum. He pulls your hair to the side and lets you position your mouth. 

You lick the tip, cleaning up the precum and he hisses at the feeling. 

"Stop teasing baby" 

You open your mouth and enter his length in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock and then lick alongside his length. He groans at the feeling, whispering curses under his breath. You hollow out your mouth avoiding using teeth and bob up and down his cock making sure to hit the bottom of his length.

"Fuckfuckfuck baby" he groans 

" I don't think I'ma last much longer" he whimpers out bucking his hips into your mouth.

 You gag at the feeling of him repeatedly hitting the back of your throat but you let him. You come up for a breather and open your mouth letting a glob of spit fall onto the tip and continue sucking his cock. He's a moaning mess above you and keeps cursing under his breath. He keeps fucking into your mouth at a ruthless pace, you can feel your throat tighten around him trying not to gag again but the vibrations of your throat sends him to his peak. 

"fuck hhmhm coming baby" he grunts as he shoots his thick load into your mouth. 

He continues fucking himself into your mouth as he comes down from his high. You pull off from him swallowing his load and coming up to give him a kiss. He deepens the kiss, tasting himself on your lips. 

"Fuck baby that was good, now come here and sit on my cock" he says repositioning himself on the seat.  

Once he repositions himself, he manspreads making room for you to sit. You feel a bit nervous, worried that someone is going to overhear you guys in the dressing room. Heeseung can see the worry on your face 

"Don't worry to baby" he whispers "we'll make this quick I promise" reassuring you 

You take a deep breath in and feel a little bit better. You'd never done anything like this before and was worried you guys would get caught but you couldn't lie and say it didn't turn you on a little bit. 

You shuffle over to Heeseung kicking the clothes that he threw onto the floor to the side. Then position yourself ontop of Heeseung's lap, clothed pussy right on top of his hard cock. 

"Mhhh I've been waiting to take these off" he mumbles as he slowly slides the underwear off of you, your breath hitching as you feel the cool air on your cunt. 

"Fuckkk" he moans out seeing your naked bottom half on top of him. 

He can feel you getting wetter as you rub your pussy on top of his cock. He stops you as he lifts you up a bit so he can reposition his cock and as soon as he repositions it, you sink down on his cock. Both of you gasping at the feeling and enjoying the sudden fullness in your stomach. 

"Fuck hee" you moan as you start bouncing up and down his cock "you feel so fucking good, I'm gonna go insane" as you continue to fuck yourself on his dick.

 He bottoms out into you and you can feel yourself gripping onto his arms. 

"Oh my god" you whimper as he starts hitting your sweet spot over and over again. 

Heeseung's mind was going a hundred, with the way your walls felt when you first sunk down onto his cock and how your walls now were tightly gripping him. With the way he was feeling he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. 

Heeseung kept fucking into you aggressively, loving the way your face looked in it's fucked out state. He grabbed your ass and slightly repositioned himself so you could take him even deeper. 

The new position had you throwing your head back tightly gripping onto his chest. 

"Mmmh fuck Hee that feels so good don't stop please" you say panting out. 

You knew you weren't going to last much longer the way you felt the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter. It felt almost too good, the way his cock slid in and out of you. Heeseung could feel his peak approaching especially with the way you were clamping down on him. It was approaching fast and he was desperate for release

"Fuck baby, i'm gonna cum" Heeseung whimpers 

"Me too, fuck" You groan out to him 

"Fuckfuckfuck i-im coming baby" 

He moans out as he bucks his hips into you, riding out his high 

"Fuck that's it baby, take my cum let me stuff you full with it" he grunts as finishes riding out his high. 

"Fuck Heeseung mhm coming" you whimper out coming onto his cock. 

He continues fucking into as you ride out your high. His cock is sensitive and overstimulated but he doesn't care as long as you can finish riding out your high. 

"Mmmh hee stop please" you say as come down from your peak feeling overstimulated from him still fucking into you. 

He stops and you both lean in to kiss each other, hungry for one another. 

"Fuck" he pants out smiling, "that was so good, I wanna go another round" he pouts 

"You're crazy" you laugh "get out of the dressing room so we can leave already" you lightly smack him 

He laughs pulling you off from his lap, groaning from the loss of you on top of him. As he pulls you off his lap, cum starts leaking down your leg and quickly grabs your underwear and slides them back. You can feel his cum drench your underwear enjoying the feeling of having it still inside of you. 

"Alright I'm getting out, get dressed quickly" Heeseung blurts out "So we can go for round two at home" he smirks opening the door "oh and I'm keeping these" he says holding up the pair of underwear you had first tried on now ruined 

"Get out" you laugh and he quickly leaves. You quickly slip your clothes back on and grab your stuff and leave the dressing room, praying no one heard you guys. 

[m30wk1ttycat]

wish you were sober

pairing: newt x masc!med-jack!reader

tw: alcohol consumption, blood, mentions of newt's attempt, cussing

summary: during a bonfire, newt manages to land himself a nosebleed and a minor injury on his arm. while he gets tended to by the person he's been trying to hate since forever, he confesses, only that he's too drunk to actually process his own words.

yes, this is the enemies to lovers (sorta??) fic i've been working on. it's kinda short, i'm so sorry y'all!!

what all the gladers were aware of was the tension between you and newt. the glares he'd send you (or your patient) as he watched you tend to someone, his little remarks about you, how he'd constantly visit the med-jack hut just to talk to you or bother you in some way - none of it went unnoticed, as much as newt hoped it would/did. he hated you, he really did - it was just that he didn't hate you at all, and could never bring himself to feel any hate for the person who saved him that one day when he attempted to end it all.

like on most bonfire nights, you stayed in the med-jack hut, nose buried in some medical books that were barely used by anyone other than you.

gally would instigate brawls with any poor glader that stepped too close to the circle where the group of his builders was cheering him on, which is what made you stay here in the first place, waiting - or, rather expecting - to see one of the unfortunate boys limping their way to the homestead, where the med-jacks worked.

as you predicted, you heard a quiet knock at the makeshift door. looking up from your book, you saw the second-in-command standing in the doorway, a shaky hand over his bleeding nose.

"um, hey," he muttered, his voice sounding a lot softer than it usually did when he talked to you, "minho said i should come see you?"

you got up from your chair, setting the book down. great.

"what happened?" you asked, helping him sit down, while you looked through the shelves and cupboards to find the tissues. the perfectionist in you was annoyed at the fact that jeff and clint never allowed you to rearrange where certain items were. if they did, you'd be thankful, because where the hell were those damn tissues?

"ah.. well, you see," he paused, not knowing how to explain to you that his drunk ass thought it'd be a good idea to fight gally, much less be the one who even challenged him - which was never a good idea.

paper tissue in your hand, you make your way back to him.

"newt," you called, "can you-"

he looked up at you with eyes so glassy, you were convinced that he'd burst into tears at any moment. he almost looked like a toddler getting scolded.

"m'sorry!!"

sighing, you moved his hand away from his nose to try and stop the bleeding.

"don't be, i'm sure it wasn't your fault." you sounded so sure, so sure that it wasn't his fault. and, honestly, he let himself believe that, too.

"lean forwards a bit?" he nodded, doing as you requested. "now, pinch your nose here," you put the tissue in his hand, then guided his hand to the middle part of his nose.

"can you tell me what happened?" you tried again, your voice more gentle this time.

"i fought with gally?" he said in a way, almost as if questioning all of the decisions that he's made in his life so far. the decisions he remembers, anyway.

you hummed in acknowledgement, trying to keep up the small talk to distract him from the fact that you were attempting to clean the scrapes on his arm.

"yeah?"

"yeah.. i- i mean, i don't know why i did it, i just.. i did?" he slurred, watching his feet dangle above the ground with knitted eyebrows.

"did he challenge you?" you asked, wrapping up bandages around his bicep. he flinched when he finally noticed you tending to his upper arm.

he gulped, giving you a quick glance. "uh, no.."

you finished wrapping his minor injury, sitting down beside him.

"are you mad at me?"

"of course not. i could never be mad at you," you confessed, giving him a small smile that made him smile, too.

you liked seeing him smile. the only thing ruining it was that he was intoxicated, and wouldn't remember a thing from tonight. you could only imagine the look on his face he'd have when he woke up the next morning with a horrible hangover, along with the bandages around his left arm, and a few bruises littering his body.

"how long do i have to hold my nose, again?" he inquired.

"five minutes, maybe ten," you answered, placing your hands on the makeshift cot you two were sat on.

he nodded. once again, you both went silent. the only difference was that newt was watching you, while your eyes remained on the ground. some of the floor boards were split in half, you noticed. not that you liked admitting it - or thinking about it -, but the entire homestead wasn't exactly maintained properly. you'd complain to gally if you could, but you knew how he got when someone criticized his builds. he was the reason that the glade even had buildings to begin with, so you'd just have to deal with it until the runners eventually found a way out of the maze.

".. hey?"

yout tore your gaze away from the broken wooden boards when you heard him softly call out. "yeah?"

"did i ever tell you about this one glader?"

"there's a lot of gladers in here," you pointed out.

"right.. um, i mean y/n. did i ever tell you about him?" he murmured.

holding back a laugh, you shook your head. "n- no.."

"no?" he repeated what you just said, too drunk to process that he was talking to you about you.

"no," you confirmed.

"well," he started, "he's got this really cool scar on his nose from.. uh, well, i ain't got a clue how he got it, but s'cute. so, so cute. just makes 'em look even more bloody adorable."

"really?" you asked, covering your mouth. it was hard not to burst out into a fit of giggles when he looked so oblivious, and so happy to talk about this 'one glader' who just so happened to be you.

he nodded before continuing. "oh, and his smile. i like his smile. i like seeing him smile," he babbled. "makes those dimples pop, and it just.. just makes my mind go all fuzzy, and my heart beat like crazy."

"makes your heart beat like crazy? maybe you should get that checked out," you jokingly suggested.

"naww," he giggled. "s'nothin' serious. i think. i wouldn't know, i'm not a med-jack like y/n is. y/n's so smart.."

feeling your cheeks heat up at the compliment coming from newt - the same newt who you were convinced hated your guts ever since you helped him recover from his broken leg - you felt flattered, hearing him speak so sweetly of you. even if he wasn't aware that it was you who he was speaking about + to.

"you're also smart, though," you told him.

he gave you a small shrug. "i don't know, i do stupid stuff sometimes."

"everyone does, newt," you assured him, patting his shoulder.

"but i do think you should get some rest, yeah?"

reluctantly, he agreed and flopped onto the cot, laying on his back. closing his eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up, which made you smile, too. "what're you thinking about?"

"i don't even know. just.. mostly y/n," he murmured, turning to lay on his side. "can you wake me up at, about, um, eight?"

"of course," you promised.

"thank you. g'night."

"night, newt."

[elsaellaelys]

Queen Conch

summary: bestfriend!JJ sitting outside Y/N's bath, taking care of her while she's sick.

pairing: bestfriend!JJ Maybank x bestfriend!fem reader

'I was too lazy to count' words

a/n: is a short one. hope y'all like 3>

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JJ arrived Y/N's house happily, patting the shell he saved in his pocket just to make sure it was still whole, he brought it to complete her collection and so she could listen to the sea till she fell asleep like she always do, but the sounds of pain groans coming from the bathroom put a concern expression on his face, setting down the shell and his keys, he makes his way to follow the cries.

"Hey, Y/N, whats wrong?" he asks, kneeling next to her on the bathroom floor. She whines in answer, leaning her head on his chest like the clingy ill she is. "Come on, tell me what's wrong so I can do something."

"I was painting my book's shelf, the paint smell so bad, now my head hurts." she tells, closing her eyes and sighing to soothe the pain.

"Why you didn't used a mask?" JJ asked the obvious, his hands run through her hair slowly. She looked so small in his arms, he thought about telling her how he wished to put her in his pocket, but it sounded weird even in his thoughts.

"I didn't think it'd hurt so..." She leaned over the toiled, spilling her guts. JJ frowed, disgusted, but hold her hair back, one of his hands caressing circles in her back, he pouted, feeling sorry for her, feeling the need to care for her like a child.

"I'll run you a bath, come on." He said, standing up and turning on the bath faucet. Y/N flushed the toilet, leaning against the closet seat, she watched him furrowing his eyebrows at the soap bottles as to try to decide which was the right one. "You won't like this with... Patchihouly?"

"Patchouli." She giggles softly, her brain pounding against her skull "Urgh, just drop anything there."

"Right, right." he poured the soap on the water, bubbles filling the bath. "Get in." he turned around while she took off her robe, open the door to head out and give her privacy.

"You're not staying?" she whines inside the bathtub. He turns around, careful to not look to any place he shouldn't.

"Uhm..." He chuckles "Do you think that's a good idea?"

"Don't be silly. I just don't wanna be alone." Y/N pouts at him. "See?" Her hands shake the water, creating foam above the surface, hiding her body under the soap bubbles.

"Right." JJ sits besides the bed, on the floor. She is laid back with her head against the wall and a pain frown on her face.

"You're a great friend, Jay."

JJ just smiles in answer, his hand brushing the hair out of her face. His mind wonders, not about her chest is half above the bubbles, but about he would do anything to take all her pain away, and see her beautiful smile and shining eyes. He notices the corners of her mouth turning up a bit. "What?" He asks.

"You're staring. Stop."

"I'm not staring. I'm looking out for you. Feeling better?" He asks, brushing her hair off her face. "How's your head?"

"Gorgeous." She jokes, JJ sees its true though, her wet hair, tired eyes, red cheeks, wet and sweat skin...

"Of course" he chuckles brushing it off.

She whispers. "Just talk me away. How did you do today?"

The memory pops on his mind and he runs to the coffee table, coming back with the shell he reaches out for her. "Oh! Is for me? Thank you." she says excited, holding with appreciation the brown and white queen conch. He watches her put it over her ear like always, smiling like a little child. He chuckles. It was so easy to make her happy.

"Is so easy to cheer you up." He points out.

Her cheeks are red, he doesn't know now if that's cause of the hot water, her headache or his words.

"Guess is your superpower."

Her delicate fingers playing with the shell, running throught the stripes, lips blowing softly the drops of water. It's his turn to become burgundy like a school boy.

[lilbitdepressed27]

Tara Carpenter/Fem!Reader

Summary: AU no ghostface, takes place when they're in college

Warnings: none really

WC: 5.7k

Authors Note: don't really know where I was going with this one but I hope y'all enjoy :) sorry for any mistakes. Also kinda added some parts from one of my favorite shows :D

Everyone had been intimidated when they first saw you. You had transferred a few days late in the semester. Only by three days. When you had walked into the film study major class. The moment you stepped into the class you heard how quiet it got. You didn't want to take this class but it was either this class or a literature class. Your dad had wanted one class to be of his choice. You hated it but then again he was helping you pay for college.

You stood at 6'2 an athletic built from all your high school years playing basketball. Your dad had wanted you to continue playing but you had different plans. It was one of the reasons why he was so mad that he put you in a the film class. In a way to punish you.

But he wouldn't understand. After what happened, you couldn't go back to basketball. It was the main reason why, what happened to you last year happened.

Everyone looked your way but you kept a blank face. Giving a nod when professor motioned you to sit down. You felt the eyes on the back of your head but ignored everyone while you took your laptop out to take notes.

Ignoring the whispers that you heard.

*

You kept to yourself. At a very young age you've always been tall and a lot of people found that intimidating. It was even worse now that you had muscle. Anyone was too intimidated to come up to you. Until some guy sat down across from you. Though you did not want to be bothered but you were sitting at a table in the quad. You were able to get a table to yourself. The quad wasn't as crowded as you thought it'd be but there were still a few people around. Some empty tables. Which is why you didn't understand why this frat boy sat in front of you.

"Never seen you around sweetheart. Your freakishly tall but I can dig that. The name is Frankie. How about I show you around, could show you the Frankie train after if you want as well." He smirked at you, his overly inflated ego was what irked you.

"Oh you're mute? That's cool. Can't really say no then can you?" You looked at him with your face blank, but memories of what happened last year flashed though your mind. He reached forward but you gripped his and twisted it, your other hand reaching forward and slamming his head on the table extra hard for what he said. He yelped like a little bitch getting the attention of the people in the quad.

"One wrong move and I'll break your fucking hand. I'll give you one chance to walk away and leave me the fuck alone."

"Okay okay I'm sorry. Please let me go." He cried, his nose was bleeding from the slam and you felt satisfied at that. You pushed him away and let him go. He had fallen off his seat, he scrambled to his feet his face red with rage and embarrassment when he noticed everyone watching and some were laughing.

"You crazy fucking bitch."

You kept your straight face, he all but ran away and you continued with your work acting like nothing had happened. You kept on doing your work until it was time for your next class. After packing your things and heading to your class you saw a group sitting at a table looking your way. You spared them a glance your eyes connecting with chocolate brown eyes. She was beautiful. The most gorgeous girl you've ever seen. But you kept on walking.

*

After a long day of classes and your part time job you headed home. You had refused to share a dorm room with a stranger. So getting a apartment was the next thing you could do. The apartment was a solo room with a bathroom and good sized kitchen and living room. It was a great apartment and you loved it.

You walked into the building too see a man and woman kissing. But they quickly pulled away when you walked in. The man looked your way and gave you a slight nod. You returned the nod, the woman was pretty you can't deny. She looked up at you as you grew closer. Quickly making your way up the stairs towards your apartment.

"Hey you're the new chick." You looked up from your keys to see a pretty light skin girl with short hair. "Just wanted to say that you did every girl a favor today. The amount of times that asshole has tried something on every girl. It's insane. I'm Mindy by the way."

"Y-"

"Mindy hurry up I-Oh hi."

The same girl from earlier opened the door to see you. The beautiful brunette from earlier stood there. She was more beautiful up close. You took note of her freckles.

"Hi." You smiled slightly at the shorter girl. Your smile growing just a bit when you saw the blush. The brunette smiled at you, her blush still noticeable but she still seemed so confident.

"I'm Tara." Tara stepped forward of a smirking Mindy, holding out her hand for you to shake. Tara ignored her friend who been busy looking between the taller girl and herself.

"Y/n. Nice to meet you."

Tara just about melted to the floor when your hand engulfed her own. You were so tall. The way your eyes glimmered in the light was enough to hypnotize her. She looked up at you, liking the feeling of how you were looking at her. It made her feel warm inside. The sound of your name was so beautiful. You were so attractive. So handsome.

At the sound of clearing of the throat. You both jumped at the sound. Forgetting that Mindy was standing only a few feet away. You pulled away from Tara, you didn't want to but you also didn't want to seem like a creep.

"Well it was nice meeting you. But I have to start on my homework." You spoke, Tara mentally cooing at the sight of how red the tip of your ears got. The sight of the girl front of her now was a complete 180 from the girl she saw in the quad.

"Oh okay. It was nice to meet you as well." She spoke her eyes never leaving yours. It was like she hypnotized, she didn't want to move. She wanted to stay in your presence.

*

Tara looked at you from a distance. It had been a week since she met you. She had barely seen you around campus, the class she did have with you, you would always be the last one to show up (literally only seconds before the lecture started) and then you'd be the first one to leave the room. It was starting to get a little annoying.

Your once cold expression was back on your face. The gentle smile you showed her that day still plagued her mind. She watched how you ignored everyone especially the other jocks who have been on your ass for what you did to their running back. You didn't even look their way. This time she had sat in the chair where you regularly sit. Mindy sitting right beside her.

Her back straighten when she saw you walk in. With only seconds to spare. She watched as your eyes looked at her direction. Her heart hammering in her chest at seeing a little smile on your lips form. You walked to your chair and sat down right next to her. The chairs were so close to one another, that she got whiff of your perfume. You smelt so good. You looked so good. Your clothes fit you loosely. You had that baggy clothes aesthetic. The style fit you perfectly.

"Stop or you'll start drooling."

Tara felt her cheeks heat up bit as she nudged Mindy away from her.

"Hey."

The sound of your voice coming out in hushed whisper, seeing as the professor had already started his lecture. She couldn't help the smile that made it's way on her face. "Hi."

The class continued on and Tara spent most of her time sneaking glances towards you. Now that she was up close to you, she could take in your face features up close. Your eyes were a soft y/ec, she could also notice some light scars on your face. Now she wondered where you got them. Since she met you, you always wore clothes that covered your body. Long sleeves, sweaters, jackets. She couldn't help but to wonder why.

"You know you won't learn anything if you don't pay attention."

At the sound of your teasing voice her eyes widen a bit and she snapped her head back toward the professor. Her cheeks flaming red at the sound of your soft laugh and Mindy's laugh.

"Shut up. I was multitasking." She huffed, she had been caught ogling at you, feeling all of sudden hot and embarrassed.

*

This time after class you had packed your things slowly. Tara had done the same, Mindy had left right after to meet Anika. "So what class do you have next?" You asked as you stood up.

"I actually have some free time right now, what about you?" She hopped you also had some free time, cause she really wanted to be around you. She knew Sam wouldn't want her to be around someone she barely knows, alone. But there was just something about you that drew her in. Plus ghostface was gone. He had to be. Right?

"So do I. I go to the café not far from here to get something to eat while I study. You wanna come with?" You spoke in tome you hoped that didn't come off too hopeful. Your mom had told you not to trust people, you being too trustworthy was the reason you had almost died the year before. But there was just something about Tara that made you feel like you could trust her. The chances of the same thing happening to you again, was just low. Slim to zero. Right?

*

That's how your days were spent  after your first few classes. They were spent with Tara and sometimes Mindy with her girlfriend Anika. You had met Chad who was Mindy's twin. Along with Quinn and Ethan who were also siblings. Meeting so many people at the same time had made you a little anxious but you tried not to show it.

But Tara had noticed. The way you'd sit at the corner of the booth. Your eyes never looking away from your drink for a long periods of time. Your drink always staying close your body. Or how you'd always keep your answers short. Tara was starting to think you didn't like being around people. It would explain why you always had that 'don't talk to me' look you'd always have.

Although you seemed to relax more when Tara would keep being around you. Tara couldn't explain why she wanted to be around you. But she did and she liked your company. The way you'd relax around her joke and laugh around her. It was something she looked forward to every day.

Four months into the friendship you had with Tara,she had told you what happened to her last year. You couldn't believe she went through that, her own best friend doing that to her. Now you understood why her sister was so protective of Tara. You couldn't blame Sam. Sam had been the girl you saw kissing that guy, that one day. She had recognized you as well but you had kept your mouth shut seeing as she was keeping her relationship a secret. She had been stand-offish towards you as well but you understood. Really you did. You had been the same with everyone else as well. You may be tall but that hadn't stopped anyone before.

You had wanted to tell Tara what happened to you as well but something had stopped you. It wasn't cause you didn't trust. You just felt like it wasn't the right time. She had just told you her trauma, she had cried while she told you. It didn't feel right to tell her yours. So you didn't.

Now you understood why people around campus always looked at Tara and her friends. You never really paid attention to any of them. The scar Tara had on her hand, you didn't question it either. Or the little limp Tara had as well. Sometimes you couldn't really tell she had a limp. It wasn't until you took her to a carnival. With doing a lot of walking, you were able to tell. Without really pointing it out, you had offered a piggy back ride. She laughed and agreed. You saw the small look of relief in her eyes. So you had spent quite a while with her on your back. You had been grateful you picked back up on your gym routine.

You really didn't know who she or her friends were. You never did like the Stab movies and not to mention you had your problems last year.

Now any time you planned something that included walking you made sure to take breaks. You didn't want Tara hurting herself. Now that you knew what had happened to her. You also tried your best to make sure she felt safe.

You were in your apartment now, you had just gotten back from work and had headed straight to take a shower. Tara had texted earlier that she'd be stopping by to take you to her apartment for movie night. You recently given her your spare key. So she'd let herself in.

It wasn't long till Tara had let herself in your apartment. You had been taking too long, everyone was just waiting for you now. She walked further into the apartment. Freezing in her steps when she saw that bathroom door was opened. Your back was to her, she could see your back muscles but what really drew her attention was the light scars on your back. But what really made her stop in her tracks was the tattoo you had your ribcage. It was right under your boob.

DOD92822

She looked at the date, remembering the day like it had been yesterday. It had been the day she had been attacked by ghos-Amber. It had been the day she had thought she was going to die. Why did you have the date tattooed on your body.

"Shit Tara you scared me. I'm almost ready." You had your long sleeve shirt on now, along with some loose shorts. You hadn't noticed how Tara was yet move or say anything as threw your hair up in a messy bun. Finishing your routine and heading out of the bathroom. You only stopped when you noticed the look on Tara's face.

"Hey you okay?" You looked at Tara, growing a bit concern when she didn't say anything. "Tar?"

"What's-What's that?"

You looked at her confused, you looked around to see what she could possibly mean. She walked towards you, placing her hand over your tattoo causing you to straighten up. Breaking your gaze from her to step back. You shuffled on your feet, you weren't sure how to say it.

"Y/n?"

"Have you ever heard of someone named Rosalind Dyer?" You spoke not looking at her just yet. It would be the first time you ever told anyone. You weren't sure if you'd be able to keep your eyes dry if you looked into Tara's eyes.

"The name sounds familiar." Tara didn't know where she heard that name from.

"She's a famous female serial killer. Well turns out she had an apprentice." You moved to sit on the chair. Tara moving to sit in front of you. Now she knew where she heard of that name. She had only been freshman when they had found the first victims of Rosalind Dyer.

"He had kidnapped a few girls and gave them tattoos, before he'd put them in barrels. He had succeeded in doing it to three girls. I had been out with friends at the time. You know we had just won our state championship, we had fake I.Ds. So we went to a bar. There I met Caleb. He had been so nice. Kept on telling me he was a scout ucla and I had believed him. He had so much proof that he was. While I was talking to him about basketball. He slipped something in my drink and the next thing I knew I was strapped on a bed while he gave me the tattoo. The tattoo represented the day of death. I was being put in the barrel, he didn't like how much I was fighting him. He had punched, kicked, sliced his knife at me to force me in. It was a miracle the cops showed up when they did." You finished you'd have felt so grateful for those two cops that saved you that day.

"Uh I still need to save enough money to have the tattoo removed." You mumbled, your eyes still refused to look at Tara.

"The day I told you about what happened to me. Why didn't you say anything. You let me cry on your shoulder. I could have comforted you as well." Tara hadn't heard of what happened down in L.A. She had been too busy focusing on what was going in on Woodsboro. Not knowing that you also were also close to death last year. Not only did you have scars from the day like she did. But you had been branded as well by the psycho killer. Branded by the worst thing that had ever happened to you.

"I didn't think it was the right time Tara. That day was about you."

Tara's heart broke at the sight of tears filling your eyes. It had been the first time you were really vulnerable in front of her. Everything you did now made sense. How you didn't drink if you were out in public, how you always went for bottled water in parties or sometimes not even drink anything. Or how you'd hold her drinks, one hand always covering the top. Or how she'd drunkly try to grab any cups of beer she could get. You'd always stop her. Remembering the small glimpse of fear in your eyes.

She reached for your hands. Taking them in hers.

"Hey. I'm here for you to. Always Y/n. You're stuck with me." She stood up, standing in between your legs as she wrapped her arms around your shoulder and pulled you in. She felt your arms wrapping around her waist. It was no time for her to let the butterflies in her stomach to go crazy.  She wanted to show you the same comfort you showed her when she told you about Ghostface.

She wanted to be the one you felt safe around. Just like she felt safe around you. She felt you relax in her hold. She wanted to make sure you'd never feel like you couldn't tell her something.

*

"I'm assuming she told you."

Tara had stayed with you that night. She had held you like you held her that night she told you. You had fallen asleep on her chest and she couldn't help it but pull you closer. The following morning you had to go to your job and she said she had to go back to the apartment. So with a final hug, you both promised to see each other later.

At the sound of hearing her sisters voice as soon as she walked into her apartment had her jumping a few inches. "Jesus Sam. What the-Wait what do you mean told me? Told me what?"

Sam looked unsure now. If you didn't tell her about what happened, she'd be outing your own trauma and she didn't want to do that. She knew two of your secrets. The one had you pulling your drinks close to you and the one that had you blushing when ever she caught you staring too long at Tara.

"Never mind."

"No does it have to do with her living in L.A?" Tara was now confused cause if it does have what to do with that. How the hell did Sam know.

"Oh she did. Well come on Tara, of course I know. I had to know if she could be trusted. All I had to do was search up her name and a lot of articles from Los Angeles had her name in them." Sam had read a lot of articles and she was had gotten too much information. It was enough for her to feel horrible for reading so much about you. The picture they had of before you had gone missing, you had been so innocent looking. But then they showed one of how you looked after you were rescued. It really was heart wrenching.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Are you kidding. It wasn't my secret to tell. Although it wasn't really a secret, I'm sure she had her reasons. Just like we do. We have our own reasons why we don't go around telling people we survived Ghostface attacks." Sam trying to come to her own defense.

"Yea I know. I just want to be there for her. Like how she was there for me." Tara sat on a chair next to the table. Sam sighed and sat in front of her.

"Just keep doing what your doing Tara. I can tell she trusts you. And her  trust is not misplaced. I'm positive yours isn't either. You both have been through something traumatic. Just be patient." Sam reached over and took her sister's hands in hers.

"I really like her Sam." Tara said her eyes filling with tears. Her emotions were all over the place. That fear she felt, the thought of never getting chance to meet you.

"Hey, she likes you to dumbass." At the sight of the bewildered look she got in return made her laugh.

"Really?"

"Geez you really are dumb. Have you not seen the girl. Cold towards literally everyone else but with you, huge softie. A girl literally flirted with her, talking about how cold she was and how she would love someone's jacket. The second you said you were cold, which I know you said it on purpose. She hands you her jacket." Sam rolled her eyes at the sight of Tara's sheepish blush.

"Trust me Tara she feels the same way."

*

Since you've told tara the truth she's been mostly the same. Just like how you became a little bit more protective of her after she told you about ghostface. She had also grown to be just bit mor as protective of you. Tara had always been affectionate but now she was holding your hand in public, hugging you, holding you. Her physical touch had your heart racing. You love Tara. You were sure, no you were positive that you are in love with her. You just didn't want your feelings to ruin what you hav with Tara.

You were sat in the corner of the library with Tara. You both had some free time, so in the mean time you both were goofing off. Holding laughs that made it even funnier when you would look at each other. You couldn't help to laugh as Tara turned red from trying to hold in her laughter. You needed to calm her down before she had an asthma attack. You could her wheeze as she laughed. You pulled out the spare inhaler you carried with you. You had Tara give you one, since you had a scare at the start of the friendship when she had an asthma attack didn't know what was happening until she took out her inhaler.

"Stop." You held back your laugh as you held out the inhaler for her to take.

Tara took the inhaler and used to it. Once she caught her breath she wiped the tears. She still had her giggles and she had been leaning on you from laughing so hard.

You felt your heart beat pick up just a bit when she leaned back into you. Her head resting on your shoulder. It had been a bit cold in the library while you both had started working on your assignments. So you had given her your hoodie for her to wear. You had your long sleeves underneath, you had seen the goosebumps on Tara's arms and you didn't want her to get cold. She had taken the hoodie with some eagerness and put it on. You smiled at the sight of your hoodie engulfing her in your clothing. Your hoodie was really big on her.

Tara had not been cold. She had gotten the goosebumps from how close you were. She had wanted to lean into your warm embrace. You had thought she was cold. And now she was surrounded by your scent. She had pulled the hoodie close to her body. You were totally not getting the hoodie back. It was so warm, so soft and just so you.

"So I've bee-There you two are. I've been looking everywhere. Don't make any planes for later. We've been invited to a party and we're all going." Mindy interrupted you. You deflated a bit knowing very well that Tara would want to go to the party. Even though Sam didn't like when she'd go out. You didn't either but you'd go to make sure Tara and her friends were safe.

It wasn't long till they were all in your apartment getting ready. It was a Halloween party, Tara had dressed up as a pirate and she had you dressing up as one as well. Although you were dressed more like Will Turner from Pirates of the Caribbean. You didn't want to but you agreed never the less when it came to

Tara.

"Oh you guys look so cute." Anika gushed from her seat as Tara fixed your hat. You blushed when Tara smirked your way, her eyes twinkling in the lights from your apartment.

"Nika take a picture of us." Tara handed her phone to Anika. She then moved back to you pulling your close. Her arms wrapped around your waist as your loved to around her shoulders pulling her closer.

Anika took the pictures and more. Smirking when she caught the moment when you looked down at Tara and Tara had looked back up at you. The moment being captured by Anika and she couldn't feel any more proud of herself.

The walk towards the party was pretty light. Tara stayed by your side, her fingers interlocked with yours. You stood tall next to her, just cause she had seen your softer side, didn't everyone else got to.

The party had already been in full swing by the time they arrived. You watched as tara served herself a drink and grabbed a bottled water for you. You tried to relax but you never really liked going to parties. You had told Tara you had to go to the bathroom. She nodded standing up to follow you. You sat her down with a hand on the shoulder.

"I'll be fine. Stay with Mindy I won't be long."

Even though tipsy, she hesitated to let you leave by yourself. She hated how over bearing Sam had become and she didn't want you to feel like that. She stayed in her seat watching you leave. She knew the line for the down stairs bathroom was long. So maybe you'd go upstairs. And you did. So you wouldn't last too long. She watched as you disappeared upstairs. She counted down the minutes, standing up to wait for you by the stairs. As she made her to the stairs, she was stopped.

"You're looking quite sexy Tara. Wanna go upstairs so I can show you my hook."

Tara groaned in annoyance. She had just about enough of the guy standing in front of her. He had tried so hard to get her attention the moment they moved to New York. She had done everything to avoid him. And he would stay when you were around. He wouldn't out right say it but was afraid of you. But there were times when she'd be alone and he'd try to talk her up.

"Leave me alone Frankie."

She moved to go around him but was stopped by his hand grabbing her wrist. He tried to lead her up stairs and she had been a little more tipsy than she had thought. Her balance was off and had fallen if the douche bag wasn't holding her.

"Hey man, Tara's good down here." Chad had reached for Tara's wrist but Frankie had pulled her away.

"Sorry bro I didn't catch that." Frankie took a step down he smug attitude in place.

You had been turning to walk down the steps, the bathroom upstairs also a line but wasn't as long as the one downstairs. You stopped right behind the guy that you had slammed his face on the table. You couldn't be bothered to remember his name.

"Yea you did. Now let her go." With being step or two above him you stood extremely over him. Your eyes went down to the wrist that the douche bag had a hold of. You saw the shift of his attitude the way he clenched his dad. The hold he tara tightening. The wince coming from tara was enough for your to react.

Making the finals steps to him as you moved stand between Tara and the frat boy. Your hand gripping the hand that held Tara's. "I said let her go."

With a mocking laugh he let go, you also let him go. You didn't think he'd do something else. But you were proven wrong, before you could even blink his left fist connected with your cheek. The force of the punch had caused you to lose your balance and fall down a few steps before Chad caught you.

"You fucking asshole."

You had heard Tara curse the guy out. But then it was followed by a loud groan and another person tumbling down the steps. Chad had moved you both out of the way of falling frat boy. Everyone in the party laughed at the boy as clutched on to his balls.

"Oh my god are you okay. Let me see." Tara had sobered up pretty quickly when you been punched. She had felt this, anger in her. She had never felt like this. But actually seeing you get hurt right in front of her had her seeing red. She moved with a purpose, to cause any type of pain towards Frankie. And that's what she did she made sure to use the tip of her heels. The satisfaction of seeing him cry in pain as he fell to the floor.

Seeing you standing there in shock and a hint of amusement in your eyes had her snapping her attention back to you. Cupping your cheeks to see the damage done on your pretty face. With the lights house being shitty she took your hand on hers, picking up your fallen pirate hat.

Once out side under a street light she stopped taking in your slightly red cheek bone.

"Ugh that asshole. I'm going to-Hey I'm okay. Are you okay? You were dragged upstairs. I should of have been there with you." You stopped her from talking. Feeling a little guilty for not stopping that douche bag.

"Hey it's not your fault. Frankie is douche and a total creep." Tara gently rubbed her thump over the redness of your cheek bone.

You couldn't help the smile and them a small laugh. "Man. His face was too funny when you went full on Messi on his balls." At the sight of Tara's proud smile you let out a full on laugh. Wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"Man Tara that was awesome."

"Thank you thank you." She stated in a confident voice standing straight while wrapping her arm wound your waist. She had laughed as well, she was thankful that nothing today had brought any bad memories your way.

Her smile faltered a bit when she noticed how close both of your faces were. She had seen the moment you realized the closeness as well. Her skipping a beat at the sight of your eyes looking into her and then down to her lips. She moved a little closer, hoping she had read the signs right. She really hoped she did. Seeing you look back into her eyes with only inches keeping her lips off yours. The look in your eyes was enough for her to make the final move.

The moment her lips touched yours, was enough for her to die of happiness. Your lips had been as soft as they looked. The way you cupped her cheeks, she gripped your shirt in her fists pulling you as close as she could. She faintly taste your cheery chapstick and didn't know she could love cherry so much. Loving the way you held her. The way your lips moved against hers. The way your lips had dominated hers without even trying.

She smiled into the kiss, causing you to smile in return pulling away from the kiss.

"Wait you're not drunk are you. Oh my god I just too-Shut up. I'm not drunk and you have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that." She smiled up at you. Her dimples on full display when you smiled back down at her.

From a distance Tara’s friends stood with happy smiles on their faces. It was about damn time that the two of you got together.

The two of you deserved each other.

:)

[badaziraphaletakes]

what was it that caused y'all to make this blog?

Ahaha, this is an interesting question!

Well, I (Mod X) initially got the idea after seeing so many offensive (victim-blaming and/or anti-Autistic and/or misogynistic and/or transphobic, etc, etc) takes in the GO fandom, mostly about Aziraphale, and feeling powerless after having tried to discuss them with the people who wrote them and being met with more victim-blaming, denial, and in some cases outright verbal ab*se. (Like, really really bad verbal ab*se. It was wild.)

At first it was just an idle daydream.

If it had been just me that was affected, or if it had only been a couple people making the bad takes, I wouldn't have gone anywhere with it. But once I realized I wasn’t the only fan who was being hurt, it started to sound like it'd be worthwhile to actually make it.

I had been throwing the idea around for I believe a couple months, but I felt like it wouldn't make sense to actually start the blog unless I could find a take that was so clearly, obviously, unapologetically wrong and harmful, without any disingenuity or subtlety, that literally no one could look at it and come up with an argument that it wasn't wrong, and start off with that. And I didn't think I would find one like that because the hateful people in this fandom are sneaky and disingenuous and good at cloaking their bigotry in the language of respectability, and DARVO-ing people who are offended by their bigotry, and the like.

I didn’t want to start off with a post that just said like, “These takes about Aziraphale give me the ick”.

But then one Azi hater lost it enough to come out and honest-to-god actually write the literal words “Aziraphale doesn't have depression because depression doesn't exist".

(And that one was also a good one for me to start with because my degree is in psychology and I worked in psychology research for over six years. So I had the bona fides to back up my rebuttal. And I knew the right scientific, authoritative sources to point to in order to explain why OP was wrong. Instead of just being like “Everyone knows depression exists”. If that makes sense.)

I didn’t think anyone would ever actually say anything that ludicrous. But they did. For some reason they actually went there.

And I was like, “Okay, here it is. If I start with this one, I can write an ironclad refutation. And this blog might actually do some good”.

And so I created a Crowley-coded email address and fired up a silly little blog.

And to my amazement, within two weeks we were getting so many comments that I couldn’t keep up with them all, and Mod M kindly agreed to join the team, and then Mod D, and they are GREAT.

And now five months later here we are, still going strong (and still possibly the most hated blog in the fandom 😁), and I couldn't be prouder.

[wubwubwubtastic]

Hhgggahahhhhh

Would y'all read a Parsley Botch x Reader fic if I posted it???

It's been sitting in my docs for a while, and I wanna know if y'all would be interested in this w.i.p

A little snippet here, a little more under the cut

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You should've probably gone to a mental hospital instead of the Habitat.

You've been saying that to yourself for the past week, like a mantra of sorts. The place was nice and all, albeit a little uncanny. It was homely? Nice? Comforting- no, actually, it made you just more anxious.

The Habitat was a cage, let's say. You were an animal in it, enjoying being trapped, yet not experiencing the outside. Because you got comfortable in that cage, and why should you go out of your comfort zone when you're fed and warm?

Call it depression. Call it being desperate to be taken care of even in a small way. Honestly, it didn't matter. Because you didn't belong here.

All the people here were sad, going through a break up, feeling like they aren't themselves. But at the end of the day, all of them seemed fine and normal. You're sure that once they'd be out of here, they'd be able to function normally.

It's selfish to envy people you don't even know the struggles of.

The other 'Habiticans', as you were called, hung out in clumps outside their rooms, socializing. They talked and talked, enjoying the company of their peers, and they found people to connect with.

You wish you could do that.

It's not easy for you, it never was. Even as a child you were othered, weird kidiefied. You really hoped that moving to a town, where no one knew who you were before your transition, would help.

It did to an extent, but you still didn't feel alright. These people knew each other, they had groups and cliques. It was a warm, welcoming neighborhood, alive and flourishing. But you were alone.

Maybe, you wondered, as you shifted in your bed, if you got out of the room and actually went to talk to someone it'd help?

Naive idea, whenever you did that you just stood around for a bit, and then staggered off back into your room. It was pathetic, pitiful even, but what else were you meant to do?

With that train of thought, you lifted yourself off of the bed. The tattered shirt you've been using as pajamas for the past five days, was starting to smell. All the clothes you had on had been soaked with sweat, even if you only laid about in your bed, riding through bouts of depression you hoped the Habitat would get rid of.

You wondered if the Habitat had a washing machine as you threw on a random shirt and some pants. Giving yourself a quick look in the mirror before you leave, you don't look as disheveled as you feel- oh, and you're dressed like a twelve year old boy, great.

You ignore it for now, instead focusing on the door. Nice, cheap wood, mhm, probably oak. Just turn the handle, and- there! You're out. Oh god.

Trying to fight the rising panic and discomfort, breathing deeply and keeping your eyes firmly on the floor, you start navigating the place. Just get to the staircase, hold the railing, don't fall down the OSHA violation. Okay, easy, breathe.

While you're lost in thought, you accidentally bump into someone.

"Yo! Sorry dude, I didn't see you thereee," Oh god, it's the hippie. "Ha, you're from room 13, right? I haven't seen you around much," What was his name, Daniel? No- Dell? Dallas! That's it.

You're broken out of your thoughts as Dallas (you think), speaks again. "You look like you've seen a ghost," he chuckles a little, and you feel the burn of embarrassment within your bones, as you realize you hadn't said a single word.

"haa- yeah, sorry, I've got to go now- um-" you fumble your way around the taller man, heading for the stairs. "It was nice? Meeting you!- we gotta talk later-" You whisper a thank you to whatever god exists under your breath as you finally touch the railing of the stairs, "bye!-"

As you scuttle down the stairs, with your footwear hitting each step, the realization that you have slippers on hits you. You forgot to put on proper shoes. Fuck, you'll have to clean these later, cause you're not going back up and risk another awkward encounter with Dallas. But won't people think you're weird for wearing fluffy slippers outside? You can't win can you, ugh.

The end of the stairs is nearing, and you try your best to not trip on the last step. Finally down, you can breathe a sigh of relief. Where do you go now? You hadn't thought this through properly. You didn't know how to get into the lounge, it had to do something with knocking, but you didn't remember how. The gates to the carnival were open- you could have gone to the roof, FUCK.

The roof was the chillest place as far as you knew, you saw a lot from that height. But now that you're down here? Stuck with the carnival I guess. Rubbing your eyes with a long sigh, you set off with a swagger- no, a sway, not the cool one. Sway like a twig about to break off of a branch. Yeah, like that.

Ah, the gate is in sight, red and full of it's…glory? Now you just have to pass the Blorbo clown guy. Bongo? Honestly it doesn't matter. You make it out to seem harder than it is, cause the objective is just to get from point S to point C. Like stairwell and carnival, you know?- no, nevermind.

Finishing with your pondering, the scenery of the carnival encases your view. Oh, you're here already, and now you've just randomly stopped. Oh look, burning tires! That's interesting, yes we're going to examine that, yes…

You scoot over to the flame, it dancing with the wind. It was kinda nice actually, pleasantly warm, mesmerizing to watch. You felt at peace for a bit, well, less anxious and weird more so. It was still nice nevertheless. But just as you feel content setting in, a scratchy voice wakes you up.

"Hey! I'd be careful with that, a strange child has been throwing unsafe things into the fire!"

You turn around to face the owner of the voice, looking like a deer in the headlights. He was dressed in a dark suit, with messy, reddish hair and a latte-like complexion.

"I'd advise staying away, the fumes might be poisonousss-" He cut himself off, pausing, and looking at you with concern. "are you okay?"

You look up, dang, he is tall. "I uh- yeah!" You struggle to find any more complex words, opting to nod instead. The man, who's name you remember was Basil Scotch or something, nodded, clearly not really buying it.

"You look kale-" He grumbles a bit, "Sorry, you look pale."

He sighed, straightening up. A sort of code activating within him.

"Parsley Botch, lawyer." He offered his hand for you to shake, long fingers and veins, kinda creepy. When you shook it, you couldn't tell who's hand was sweatier.

"It's nice to meet you!-" you mumble out, drying your hand off on your pants. Observing the man in front of you a bit more. He was tall, lanky, yet the suit gave him some extra weight. Parsley's eyes were tired, exhausted. Hair a mess, and incredibly sweaty.

He looked…. malnourished.

Your trailing eyes didn't go unnoticed however.

"So, what brings you here?"

That perks you up, making you think. You try to play it cool, in a philosophical way.

"Why are any of us here?"

You ask, the poet you are.

Parsley thinks for a moment, looking at you with a little bit of a weird look. But nothing too bad, you weren't spiraling yet!

"I meant why you came down here,"

He clears up, seeing the little bulb on your head light up. Oh. Now here's the dilemma! Tell this stranger the truth, or lie? Very hard, very hard!

"I was…" you bite your lip, raking your head for something to say. In the end, with Parsley's eyes trained on you like a dogs on a rabbit, you caved.

"I was lonely."

You wilt a little as you say that, looking to the floor. Now he's gonna think you're weird if he didn't before, way to fuck it up buckaroo.

Parsley sighed, nodding to himself.

"I get it,"

You look up at him, he looked.. sympathetic? A tiny smile on his face, trying to look less scary.

“I came here to get away from all the lawyering, and businessesing and-” his words are cut off with a concerning yelp, you jump as if you just got hit.

“OW MY STOMACH-”

He grasps his middle, bending like one of those bendy rulers.

“OW-”

You jump into action, a little hesitant. Yet the words you say slide outta you almost automatically.

“HOLY SHIT- are you okay dude??”

Your hand comes up to grab his shoulder, shocked by the sudden exclamation.

He groans, sucking a deep breath through his teeth. Parsley straightens up, still holding his stomach as if you just punched him.

“I'm- I'm fine-” he shook his head, voice weak and shakey, “I just haven't had a ‘proper’ meal in a while..”

He trails off, longingly looking in the direction of the lounge. It was clear what he was thinking. You yourself also avoided the place, too many people, too chatty of a barman. The fact you forgot the secret code had nothing! To do with it.

It seemed you could agree on something.

Your voice breaks you out of your thoughts, realizing what you were saying. And that you were even speaking.

“I've got some snacks in my room..”

It sounds more like a question rather than an offer, but the implications are clear, Parsley seems to ponder it a bit. Humming, he looks your disheveled form over once more, and nods.

“Better than nothing,”

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[restinslices]

Could u write earthrealm guys with a vampire reader? And like sometimes she feeds on them 👀

*asks for vampire requests* *proceeds to procrastinate*

Johnny Cage 

Honestly it'd probably take him awhile to grasp how serious the situation is 

It's not that he wouldn't believe you, but he'd probably think you're joking at first 

Says something like “yeah and I'm a werewolf”

You insist that you're serious and something about the tone of your voice makes him realize you're being truthful 

He saw that crazy shit in Outworld so it's not completely unreasonable 

He's kinda jealous though 

You're gonna be young and hot forever? And you have powers? Sounds like bullshit to him 

He probably asks questions that have to do with your age and how long you've been alive 

I think he would weirdly find you drinking from him kinda hot, especially depending on when and where you drink from him 

Drinking from him shuts him up for awhile since he's all dazed, so it'd be understandable if you drank from him a lot 

I don't even think he'd cover up the marks. He treats him as if they're hickies 

He's probably told the other champions too because his mouth is big 

And knowing Johnny, he's thinking of all the movies you could be in since people love vampires 

Also knowing Johnny, if you can compel people, he'd use that for his benefit 

If all you have to do is say a couple words and his debt is forgiven, then he's definitely using that 

He sees how many pros there are and asks to be turned 

The thing is though, he's only looking at the pros

You have to continuously remind him of the cons but it goes in one ear and out the other 

He will not let it go at all. You don't have to turn him right away, but if you don't give him a specific date for when he'd be turned, he'd become insufferable 

Becomes Bella Swan lowkey-

Kenshi Takahashi

Probably also thinks you're joking 

Once it's clear you're not though, y'all can lowkey be a power couple 

Imagine it for a second 

You both cutting through the Yakuza and restoring his clan 

You being a vampire makes it a lot easier. He's fighting, you're eating. It's going great 

He's not too bothered by the whole vampire thing. There's a few quirks that may throw him off, but overall it's ok 

When it comes to feeding off him, uhhhh… he's a bit shaky about it 

I think that's a valid reaction too

You'd ask and he'd be like “um… do you have to?”

He'd occasionally offer you his wrist 

Otherwise he'd prefer if you didn't unless it's necessary 

Why do I get this vibe? I couldn't tell you 

I don't even think he'd really want to be a vampire 

It's not that he doesn't wanna be one. He just doesn't think about it 

He could be tempted if you said his eyes would heal and he'd have his normal vision back but that could depend on the day 

His sight is already restored but pretending to be blind may get annoying. Who knows

I still don’t understand how his sight works now. I gotta rewatch a play through

Being a vampire has its main perk which is living forever but idk if he’d want that. I can see Kenshi being someone who is both afraid of death but also is comforted by all life having a solid ending

Maybe his thoughts will change

I really don't think he'd be too bothered by you being a vampire though. Just don't make a mess on his carpet 

I think you having the ability to defend yourself would weirdly comfort him 

Not having to watch over you and make sure you're ok all the time is something he'd appreciate 

You're literally eating the opponents. This seems like a great deal 

Kung Lao

I wanna start this off by saying Kung Lao is the type of petty bitch to get mad at you and hold garlic to keep you away 

And he'll be in such shock if you walk over and slap it out his hand

You'll just be staring at each other in silence 

Kung Lao probably tests all sort of vampire myths on you 

“Get out the house then try and come back in” “Why?” “You can't come in if I don't invite you, right?” “This is our house though” “I don't get your point”

Prays over water then throws it at you 

Idek if Kung Lao is religious so idk why he thought that would work 

“Can I stake you through the heart?” “I'm gonna throw you out the window”

Puts a mirror in front of your face to see if you have a reflection. He’s upset either way

If you do, he’s like “wow. Another lie”

If you don’t he’s wondering how you manage to look decent still

It honestly can become obnoxious and I think he'd have the tendency to act as if he knows more about vampires than you 

Because surely all the movies he watched had to be somewhat right 

If you’re like a Twilight vampire and sparkle, he’s never letting you live it down

You can’t control this but he would find it comical. Out of all the vampires you’re similar to Edward Cullen?

When it comes to drinking from him, uhhh I don't really get a certain vibe 

Idk if he'd be down or against it. Maybe it depends on the day 

On the topic of feeding, I don't think he'd like seeing you eat people 

He knows it happens but doesn't wanna see you chomping on someone. It makes his skin crawl 

Overall, is he kinda obnoxious? Yeah. But he could've tried to kill you so a win is a win ig

As a side note, idk if he'd be interested in becoming a vampire 

It’s a thing he gotta weigh. On one hand he’d be in his best shape for the rest of his life. On the other hand he doesn’t wanna deal with all the inconveniences

Raiden

He might be somewhat uncomfortable 

He doesn't think you'll harm him but he probably doesn't want you to eat others in front of him 

What evidence do I have for this? None. 

It's just what makes sense in my brain 

He asks a lot of questions though. A lot of them are cliche based but that's ok 

“So… Garlic?” “It smells funny but that's about it”

I could see him forgetting honestly. He won't be really involved when it comes to feeding. Like he won't help lure people or be around you when you're feeding from someone and since he doesn't see that, it just slips his mind 

Especially if you're one of those vampires that look normal until you're aggravated or feeding 

He's only reminded by almost killing you. He pulls the curtains back on a very sunny day and is like “oh shit” when you scream 

When it comes to feeding from him… no❤

Idk why but I just don't think he'd be down unless you were dying 

He doesn't like how it hurts and how dazed he feels after. Find someone else to do it 

And it’s kinda awkward. He’s just standing there as you’re sipping him like a juice box

Probably isn't really interested in becoming a vampire 

Him and Liu Kang are probably the least interested but for different reasons 

Raiden just doesn't particularly care about the whole living forever thing. Maybe that's because he's young so he's not worried about dying but that's just how he views it 

I think him and Kung Lao are the youngest in the group so they probably have the “I’m young so I’m not worried about anything!” mindset

Can he be killed still? Yeah. But so can vampires. It’s just harder. He’s at an age where he’s not thinking about old age

Plus the negative side effects push him away even further. I don't see him as the type to be totally ok with having to drink blood all the time and look out for hunters 

You can be a vampire and not hurt innocent people but it’s harder I would assume. And if he didn’t drink from humans he’d be hunting down animals and idk if he’d really like biting animals either

There’s blood bags but now he gotta be a thief? It’s a no for right now

Liu Kang

He knew 

I'm not saying Liu Kang watches every single person born intensely but he probably saw it 

Here's how it'd go;

A) He saw you be turned when he was watching humanity 

B) He picked up on the evidence 

C) You were a vampire in the previous timeline and either he didn't change it, or he knew there was a chance it'd happen again 

If the situation was like C, then he wouldn't really be weirded out by certain vampire things, like feeding

He'd be similar to Raiden in the sense that he's not the type to help lure people towards you 

Your food. Your responsibility 

As long as you're not feeding from totally innocent people, then I think he wouldn't have a problem 

If you were drinking from kids or a civilian that's super nice and helpful, then he'd have a problem 

He might suggest animals ngl 

Feeding from him? It's another situation where I don't know if he'd be for or against that 

He probably won't be as dazed as the others since he's a god and whatnot but who is tryna get bit all the time?

In the same breath though, I can see him offering his wrist if you were thirsty and there wasn't good prey around 

So maybe it depends on circumstances 

No if there’s plenty of options around. Yes if it’s a bit dry around

Like Kenshi, he's glad you have the power to defend yourself. Chaos, violence and smoke follows this man so you gotta be a fighter 

He doesn't know how he feels about you eating the competition but whatever 

And don't even bother offering to turn him. He's already a god. What more does he need?

It'd be way more negative for him. He has strength, powers and combat skills. Now he has the need for blood, has to avoid sunlight and whatever other bullshit vampires gotta deal with?

Hard pass 

He'll just watch and live through you 

[king-candybug-backup]

Hiiii! Wanted to join in on the Kill Switch appreciation blast, but I'm staying on anon cuz I'm shy ;w; ANYWAYS, I love the fic SOOOO much so far, and I completely agree with the person who said it feels like an ACTUAL sequel to the first movie *glares at RBTI* and I am so excited to see where you take it!

One thing that I think really helps with the whole "feels like a sequel" thing (aside from the AMAZING characterization of Vanny and Candybug) is the whole Sinistar plotline. Like, I could ABSOLUTELY see another scorned unplugged villain hearing about what happens when a Cy-bug eats you and then deciding to go for it to get stronger! It feels like a natural chain of events, and it's also a great way to have the characters teaming up out of necessity, even though they all kind of still hate each other lol

FASLGKASFDFAKSFDVASBKSJVA I AM RUNNING OUT OF WAYS TO SAY THANK YOU, BUT THANK YOUUUU 😭😭😭 I am absolutely blown away by everybody's kindness and enthusiasm like I 100% MEAN IT WHEN I SAY Y'ALL ARE JUST GIVING ME STRAIGHT-UP MOTIVATION JUICE HERE LMAO, THIS IS WILD TO ME

I'm also really pleasantly surprised that people seem to be digging the Sinistar thing! I was kind of worried it'd feel a bit too much like repeating old plotlines, but basically my hope was that the situation surrounding it all would feel different enough from how things went down in the movie, and I think it's kinda working? 😂 I don't know how to explain what I mean lmfao, BUT YAY, VERY GLAD PEOPLE LIKE IT, ANYHOW! :D (Please look at this Sinistarbug fan-art too like!!! It's so good!!!!!!!!)

Calhoun is going to start barricading the entrance to Hero's Duty every night at this rate, lmfao

[brucewaynehater101]

ONE DAY YOUR SPECIAL DEATH WILL BIRTH A GOD OF SPIDERS. I AM A HAMMER.

Alaska has passed a law stating that a building could not be haunted by more than 114 ghosts at a time. It's a safety precaution! If you have too many ghosts in one place it can cause the fabric of reality to deteriorate, leading to things like endless hallways, spontaneous floorplan changes, and the building itself becoming a living organism. These things (and more) are all very dangerous outcomes, so I can see why you'd want to restrict the amount of ghosts that can inhabit a building.

There's a fair number of obscure local laws that exist not because they're generally practical, but because there was that one guy (of any gender) who did something weird and/or aggravating but technically legal, so a new law had to be made to just to stop them. The mind reels at the sheer perseverance needed to cause a building to be haunted with "at least 115" ghosts, in a state with such a low population density to begin with. No metal objects near MRI machine. It makes the cow sad.

The very last thing on my mind was submitting it for the Kleiner Certificate Of Maximum Exposed Arse. Mrs. Weatherby found the baby jammed behind the mangle, skinless. Obama eats gravel and shits out mature trouts. Rattled? What a silly thing to be at this point. Clouds. Cloudy days are what's to be expected. No, I'm not here. I never was. At least that's how it is now. Still, it's a laugh, isn't it?

Eating SCP-682's arse with many pencils and the Monica Lewinsky cigar while George HW Bush throws broccoli at my head while saying "Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch". Can you hear it? The sound of the drums?

Special Death will come for us all.

A god of spiders? Spider-Man? I birth Spider God? Via death?

Wait... does the spider god entity come from part of me or does somehow, in a weird turn of events, I randomly spawn that being?

Anyways, I wonder how Danny Phantom will feel about the "114" ghosts in one building law. It'd be chill to get his expertise on that

As far as weird laws, there's one that makes it illegal to ride a horse on the second floor of the court house in one of the states. I personally fuck with the vibes of "if it's not against the rules, it's allowed." I'm a huge fan of malicious compliance.

Also, don't make the cow sad :( We can make it a rule or law so the cow doesn't get sad.

Apparently, mangle is a fnaf2 character? I wouldn't trust them around kids, tbh. Then again, don't know much fnaf lore.

It actually doesn't tend to be cloudy where I'm at. Only when it's going to rain (and we get max 10 inches [or 25.4 cm] a year here).

Tots vibing with the line of "No, I'm not here. I never was. At least that's how it is now. Still, it's a laugh, isn't it?" Gives the aura of me muttering "we're okay" over and over again with hysterical laughter ✌️

SCP-682 looks like this (obviously not my artwork y'all):

Good luck with eating its arse! I'm guessing the pencils and cigar are like utensils (though a cigar isn't that great to use for scooping, stabbing, or cutting).

What drum beat does special death use?

[sillygoofyqueer]

The Untamed review: episode four!!!!

My name, so this one better be good

I love the intro but it's so FUCKING LONG

Wei Wuxian, there's no way you're going to be late for this, oh my god

Also, sleeping in papers, what a guy

Lan Wangji is stealing the show so much

GUYS, SYNCHRONISATION IS KEY

Fuck me, you're going to read them all out???

I'd cry

WEI WUXIAN YAWNING ALREADY

stop yawning so much.

The fuck is that sound????

IS THAT NIE HUAISANG?????

Also, pulling that look is so amusing

Lan Wangji with the side eye, you can tell he gets it from Lan Qiren

Wei Wuxian looks so confused, poor bastard

Literally all whispering as if it means nothing

WEI WUXIAN STOP ENCOURAGING HIM!!!!!!

This is getting funnier by the deconf

The cheeky little smile and wave Wei Wuxian gives Lan Wangji, I too would be shaking in my 'gay denial' boots

Bro got iced out 😔

FUDDY-DUDDY HAHAHAHAHAHAAA

This is the look of a great friendship

The fuck is Jin clan doing??? Jin Zixuan, you aren't that important

Oooooh, bribery

I thought the Lans hated fancy things

Also THE FACE WEI WUXIAN PULLS IN AGREEMENT OF JIANG CHENG I'M CACKLING

That's right, listen to Jiang Yanli, she's the boss this time

NIE CLAN'S TURN!!!!!

This is going to go kind of bad. Or Jiang clan's, I haven't decided yet

My ass could not stand this long

The man making sure his hair is okay, literally cackling

My ass could also never be this synchronised

MENG YAO?!??! AS IN-- AS IN JIN GUANGYAO???

You know, you can tell. He has this dead look in his eyes and such a rubbery smile, it can only be one from the working class.

BRO'S ARE GOSSIPING ABOUT MENG YAO? (I don't like him, but he is tragic to be honest)

LAN XICHEN YOU ARE A WHORE AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT

Flirting fr

Also, Lan Xichen's jawline is insane, I can see why Lan Wangji mews. Has to catch up with his brother somehow.

AGH, IT'S THE WENS. SHOOT THEM DEAD NOW.

Kill Wen Chao. Kiiiiill.

WEN NING, MY LITTLE BUNDLE OF JOY!!!! YOU LOOK FUCKING TERRIFIED!!!

Y'all, literally crashing the party.

DUDES, YOU CAN'T FUCKING KILL HIM! HE'S ON FIRE HOLY SHIT

Wen Chao, when I get my hands on you *insert grumbling here*

Wen Qing, you're so pretty 😔 you and your brother are holding the entire Wen clan on your backs

Wen Ning closing his eyes, my little man, nooo 🥺

HELP THE POOR BASTARD

Oh thank god, Wen Qing, I love you.

The fuck you gonna do, Wen Chao?? She's the best.

Kill hiiiim.

Lucky.

INTERRUPTING FUCKING JIANG CLAN??? YOU BASTARDS.

Wen Ning looking down at the ground, I feel so bad for him 🥺

KILL HIM. KIIIIILL.

Lan Wangji ready to fucking square up hahahaha

Lan Xichen, I know politics and that, but it'd be so funny if he decked him, just let Lan Wangji take a swing and see if Wen Chao can get up from that.

Nie Huaisang literally gossiping, he's the best. Also he looks so prettyyy. And his fan??? I want.

Damn, Wei Wuxian, I know you've got balls, but the Wen Clan?? You brave dumbass.

HANGDOG?!???!? BRO COULD TAKE YOU DOWN WITH ONE ARM, YOU TAKE THAT BACK, YOU POMPOUS PRICK!

I love how Wei Wuxian just sighs and throws his hands up when he gets called a nobody. Truly the thickest skin.

That's right, stand up for your brother.

DAMN WEI YING, DAMN

I'd like to see you try, stuck up bastard.

WEI WUXIAN WAS ACTUALLY CARRYING HIS SWORD THIS WHOLE TIME??? I DEADASS THOUGHT IT WAS A STICK

Haha, an impasse. They'd sooo beat you down.

I like how they're so good at catching their swords. I wish I could.

Hahaha, Lan Xichen looks so done with everyone's shit. God forbid something is easy for once.

Catching everyone's attention with his badass flute playing.

L there goes the swords

They all look baffled hahaha

Nie Huaisang being gay with that look

Listen, he's an icon, okay. A massive icon.

BRO IS BASICALLY TELLING HIM TO PUT A MUZZLE ON HIS SHIT HAHAHA

Wen Qing sliding in to save the day, I love her.

Wen Ning looks so scared 😔

Don't be mean to her on WEN CHAO'S behaviour

Thanks Lan Qiren

TELLING HIM TO SCRAM, LAN XICHEN YOU ICON

"Be on time!! 🤭☺️"

I love when they gossip

Stoooop, he's ego's already immense enough as it is

"resisting evil guys is an endless joy" oh, Wei Wuxian, my beloved dumbass

Hahaha, it's stupidity, not courage.

YOU ARE SUCH A BAD INFLUENCE

"Stoooop, let me have fun"

Look, Lan Wangji, it's your boyfriend! Don't... DON'T IGNORE HIM!!!

Wei Wuxian never learns

"I fought him last night" and Nie Huaisang looks like he's about to pass out

They are such gossipers

Jiang Cheng stomping his feet as he follows haha

They obviously have alterior motives, Lan Xichen is sooo smart

He's catching on so fast haha

Lan Qiren gets his brain power from tea

I want to tug his beard tee hee

He's just dropping lore at this point

MENG YAO LOOKS PETRIFIED

Aw, they're going to be besties. What could possibly go wrong? (Foreshadowing foreshadowing)

He looks like he's about to cry, stoppp

Lan Xichen may also be having his own love crisis

WEN QING!!!!!

What you up to, guuurl?

Oh shit, you plotting. I'll leave you to it

They're having so much fun in the lake, they're literally best friends.

They share one brain cell haha

Hahahaha, the way that Nie Huaisang just takes Wei Wuxian's word as gospel

One day you'll catch a fish

Hehe, watch him pout

HE'S PLOTTING!!!

HAHAHA, DON'T LET HIM WIN

I love how he immediately goes serious

Don't just ditch Nie Huaisang like that

HOW ARE HIS ROBES DRY ALREADY???

He's so unaware of the danger he's in, that cheeky little smile

He's going to be such good friends with her, just you wait

He will get the answers he wants, he's like a fly that doesn't leave till he gets what he wants

Nice, turning it back on him

"I have serious business 😠" and she looks at him like 'what is it?' "catching fish 😌"

He's a loveable dumbass

SHE NEVER ANSWERED WEI

I wish I could dance like that. Oh, he's training, my bad.

Y'all, Jiang Cheng is so baby girl

He just feels inferior, leave him alone 😔

"You're both the same, you're dumbasses together"

Jiang Yanli, I love I live I adore

Everyone loves her soup xoxo

TAKE THE FISH, JIANG CHENG

Stoooop, he's teasing him, they're family

I hate fish but they seem to enjoy it

Goofy goobers I love

Mmm, guqin playing makes my ear drums vibrate

Everyone looks bored as shit

WEI WUXIAN IS LITERALLY SLEEPING

I want a group of randos to follow me around

HE WAS BEING POLITE!!! MOCKINGLY SO, BUT STILL

Jiang Cheng trying to wake up Wei Wuxian is so wholesome to me

NIE WAKE UP AGAIN

They're besties oh my god

PASSING NOTES IN CLASS, AND EATING!!!!

Even Lan Wangji looks ready to fall asleep lmao

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA

The glare, they're literally in love

All of the rules are boring

WEI WUXIAN, LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO, I LOVE HOW NIE HUAISANG IS EGGING HIM ON

Wei Wuxian is literally a genius, don't try and catch him off guard

Hehe, I'd do anything for Jiang Yanli to look so proud of me 😌

Literally targeting him, get over yourself

Lan Wangji himself can see his greatness first hand

THE LITTLE NOD NIE HUAISANG GIVES HIM AAAAWWWWWW

he can be proud if he wants, leave him alone

This is where it goes insane

Wangji, you show off, he does know he's just plotting

Shut up, he's just fucking calling on his star pupil to show off

Fuck off Jin Zixuan, you didn't know it either

Wei Wuxian, you are opening a whole can of worms

Lan Wangji, always there to answer his boyfriend's rival's queries

(side note: eating chicken and it's banging 😌)

Wei Wuxian, always picking things apart

Shut up Jin Zixuan, square up

Lan Wangji's side eye hahahaha

Wei Wuxian is just asking questions dude

THE SHOCK ON NIE HUAISANG'S FACE WHEN SOMETHING GETS LOBBED AT WEI WUXIAN

HE TRIED TO SHUSH HIM HAHAHA

Everyone is tryna shut him up lmaooo

He makes a point though

A THOUSAND TIMES HAHAAAAAA

He looks like a scolded child

Lan Wangji looks like it's a punishment for him as well

WEN NING MY BABY!!!!!

You're so good at aiming bbg

GO ON BABY!!!!!!

Wei Wuxian going in to compliment right away

He's forming his crush hahahaha

I love them both

"Why aren't you in the lecture?" "I'm too young, you?" "I got kicked out ☺️"

Adjusting posture? Makes for a great gay moment...just saying....

His first friend!!!!!!!

Wen Ning looks so flustered

WEN QING I LOVE YOU BUT YOU THREW HIM OFF!!!

Go on Wei Wuxian, saving the day

Wen Ning standing up for his new friend!!!

I love them

POSING HAHAHAHA

He looks like a kicked puppy

Lan Wangji is like a little stalker haha

THE ENDING IS SO LONG AS WELL

[harus-simp]

Flourishing feelings

-Gyuvin x reader-

Warning:a little angsty but just for a second, overall really fluffy

Author's note: I haven't written anything for gyuvin yet, so I figured this concept would be really fitting for him. I love the different flower meanings so yeah that's my inspiration basically hehe

(I've also put some pictures so you can know which flower I'm talking about)

Hope y'all enjoy :))

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On his way back home gyuvin stops by a small flower shop whose worker might be one of the main reasons he comes back frequently.

Gyuvin hadn't been a guy to express his feelings throughout gifts at all, he tended to be more of a touchy person who enjoyed being around those who he liked and was comfortable around with. However, all that would change one day due to a simple and not organised visit.

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After a tough week of exams and preparing for his next dance competition our guy here was coming back home as his dance instructor declared that day off due to all the hard work everyone had put into the choreography they were preparing.

He felt relieved to have a proper rest since he had been overworking himself a little bit. The warm and sunny weather made his way back way more pleasant and peaceful, birds chirping quietly, leaves falling softly and sun hitting his face gently.

He couldn't ask for a better day. He kept walking and walking humming softly until was almost reaching his house. That was until he noticed what seemed to be a...flower shop? He didn't recall to see one there.

But what really grabbed his attention was the person standing outside wearing a beautiful smile on its face and waving at everyone who passed by her with heart-warming words.

"Have a nice day sir!"

"Take care of yourself m'am!"

"Good luck with the exams kids!"

Wow a real angel fallen from heaven. He was so mesmerised he didn't notice how he had stopped completely in his tracks watching them.

As he watched how the figure was no longer into his sight he got out of his trance and like in a sort of frenzy his feet guided them into the shop.

As the bell ranged while he entered the door and saw the interior of the place you were with another customer, when you saw him you smiled warmly indicating him to wait for a bit.

After it you waved goodbye to the kind gentleman who was buying flower for his wife and approached him with that smile that enchanted him to go there in the first place.

"Hello there, what can I help you with?"

Oh shit! He hadn't thought that far.

"Umm- I was looking for some flowers for my mom"he made up at the last minute.

Yeah that sounded convincing,good job gyuvin 😌

"Oh what a great son"you giggled cutely making him stare at you hypnotised."Sure, is there something in particular you are looking for?"

"Oh, not really-umm-, I was hoping you could help me with that?"

The way he was tripping over his words felt so cute and adorable to you.

"Of course, follow me!"

He did as you said and followed you through the shop stoppinf once you did so.

"Well here I have some yellow tulips, the Victorians gave it the literal meaning of there's a sun in your smile, so they're the perfect flower to radiate happiness"

His mouth opened in awe as he heard the lovely reason for your recommendation of a gift.

"Or you could gift her this precious begonias, they are used to give as a thank you to a family member or a friend, they simbolize gratitude, singularity and at times caution"

"Oh wow, umm-I like both I think?"

"Would you like me to put both of them into a bouquet?"you said giggling softly at his confused state and right after it his lit up expression

"Yes please"

While you were at it he couldn't help but comment a few things.

"You seem to know a lot of things"

You figured out he was talking about the flowers so you answered him eagerly.

"Of course, I love to know the meaning of flowers, I think it'd much more special when someone gifts you something knowing of it instead of just picking a random one don't you think?"

He smiled at you shyly nodding softly in the process.

"Sorry, what's your name?"you asked him

He was startled for a second looking at you with a puzzled expression not expecting your question. He felt hopeful you had found interest in him as much as he had found interest in you.

"Gyuvin, Kim Gyuvin"

"Perfect, from gyuvin to...?"

He saw how you were signing a little card that was intended to be like a dedicatory making feel embarrassed.

"Umm-just 엄마(eomma) is fine"

You nodded and wrote what he told you, but you then grabbed a little card with the contact of the shop and wrote something else behind it.

"Well here you go gyuvin,I hope I can see you soon around here"

"Oh but I haven't payed yet-"

"I know, this one's on me, I hope your mom enjoys your little gift"you say winking at him

"Oh-thank-thank you"

His stuttering made your heart fuzzy and filled with giddiness.

"Could I at least get your name"

"It's y/n, l/n y/n"

As he got out with the bouquet he was not planning to get at all he was curious of the content of your business card, and as he flipped it he saw a number that didn't seem to be the same one as the one from the shop(yes it was your personal contact, how could you not give it to him)

Oh how nervous and happy he felt.

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You eventually started talking and after some time you both grew closer to each other. He visited you almost every day and visited the shop once a week. He always used some excuse to go there like buying something for his mom, a friend's birthday, a gift to his dance instructor, but you caught onto it quickly. I mean he kinda said that his friend yujin's birthday was on two different days (but could you blame him?)

After hanging out for a while your conception about him changed completely from this shy and adorable guy to a much more extroverted and teasing person. And you loved (him) it.

...

Well you may have developed some sort of crush for him, he was so attentive and payed attention to your liking towards flowers. In fact the reason he came to visit you to the flower shop was so he could listen to you talking about all their meanings. It's true you could talk of it at any moment but gyuvin particularly liked it when you were on your work place, your comfort zone.

Speaking of feelings, guess who was so in love with you he couldn't stand it anymore? Of course it was him. Since your first encounter he had found you so beautiful and mesmerising, but getting to know you was a privilege he didn't want to share with anyone, so yeah he fell hard, really hard.

And he didn't even hide it, he was so obvious about it. His friends noticed it really easily, specially when he brought you to his dance competition to cheer for him and you gave him some hyacinths.

"These are known to express games, sport and fun, so they're perfect to give for rooting for someone"

"Oh, then I must win at all costs,hehe"

All the smiles and the heart eyes he was giving kinda gave it away that he was head over hills for you to his friends,and even his dance instructor! However he kept pushing it away and denying it in spite of how obvious he was.

The reality was that he was too shy and scared to confess and get rejected by his crush, specially after he had such a comfortable and special relationship with you.

When he finally accepted his feelings and his friends encouraged him to confess he felt like he had a chance with you so he was preparing to confess.

As he remembered you loved gifts that had meanings behind them, he decided to keep that in mind.

As he went to your shop he stepped confidently inside after making some research about flowers.

"Hey y/n"

"Hey gyu, what can I help you with today?"you asked

"Well I was actually planning on taking a bouquet of gardenias please"

"Oh, does someone have a crush?"you asked teasingly

"Yes"

"Oh, who's the lucky one?"

"Well, there's this friend I've known for years so I now have collected the courage to do so"

"Oh, I see"you said with some disappointment present in your face.

He noticed your furrowed eyebrows and your sad tone,and was about to ask you what was the cause of it until you interrupted him.

"Hope you get accepted, good luck gyuvin, this one's on me" you said faking a smile

"No-no, I'm not letting you do that"

"Of course you are, now go for it" you told him as you gave him the bouquet and got him out of the shop.

.

.

.

When you were returning home you felt horribly sad and hopeless, just when you thought you could have an opportunity with him you were left there heartbroken and hurted. You couldn't imagine him with someone else.

Once you got to your door you noticed a bouquet of gardenias with a small note attached to it.

~I know I told you I had a crush on another person, but that was just a lie so you didn't suspect anything. I actually love you y/n, hope you can accept my feelings <3-gyuvin~

You couldn't believe your eyes, he really liked you back! Almost crying out of desperation and happiness you picked the bouquet with a smile bringing it inside and texting gyuvin.

-Took you long enough idiot, but I love you too. Take me on a date already will ya?🙄-

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엄마-eom ma=mom

Gardenias= simbolize secret love/admirer and are a way to say :you're charming". Gifting them is a sweet and romantic gesture and a wonderful way to express your true feelings to someone.

[aeroteaka]

Astroprisma Session 0

Any good tabletop game deserves a session 0. It's good to get your bearings, prep up what you need, get a idea of what everyone is looking for, lines and veils, and typically character gen. It's feels slightly weird to put that logic to a solo ttrpg like this one but I feel like it's better to do it then not. I'm journal-ing all of this for two reasons. The first is so other people can see and explore these kinds of spaces for themselves. A lot of the time people want to see something in action so they themselves can get a idea if they want to do it to. Plus it's a great way to practice writing and story telling so all the more reason to. The second reason is because I need a distraction from the world. Everything is on fire as is and being able to just dive into a game to take my mind off things is nice. Plus if it's a big public thing I feel like I'm more likely to keep up with it. So lets get into it! Starting off with the game of choice. Astroprisma!

So whats the deal with Astroprisma? It's meant to be a solo adventure based game. The story goes you're in a ship in space exploring a 'post-apocalyptic retro futuristic' solar systems. Doing everything you can to survive and live to see your next location. There are different factions that can either help or hinder you depending on your luck and rolls. Space pirates that could come and scrap you and your ship. And a variety of worlds, space stations, or events that could leave you in ruin or riches. I'm a sucker for this kind of vapor wave 80's/90's anime aesthetic. It's got such a good feel to it. If i'm understanding it properly you have a couple ways to play. The end goal, is to explore the whole system and help one of the factions reach their 'final event'. I guess there's where the re-playable value is. There are 5 factions so 5 events you can try to achieve.

Which given the size of the map certainly sounds doable on paper. But we're going to see how it goes. There are a couple modes of play you can choose from. Standard Mode, which is for quicker styles of play where you want to focus on the action and the results. From how it reads this feels like a choose your own adventure style route. But I still think it'd take you some time to get through the whole system. The next mode, and the one I'm going to be using for this little...whatever this is. Is the Journal Mode. Take everything from Standard Mode and now add narratives, which can range from the good to the bad, to your characters last words. If you're asking yourself 'but I'm the narrator how can my character die?' well there are a lot of different tables you can roll on, and your character still has a sheet. Which includes HP. So yes you can absolutely fudge the rolls if you want. This is a solo game and you get the final say, but wheres the fun in that? We have two other rolls that go along with the normal two mentioned above. We've got campaign mode, which takes you to multiple systems. And multiplayer mode....which....just turns this entire thing into one big normal ttrpg...huh. If you like the concept and want to get your friends together I guess that's a thing you can do. Which is awesome in my opinion. Let's get down to character creation to see what we got going on.

There are no form editable sheets as of right now, so I've got a physical copy prepped. I've got two full sets of dice. Some standard note taking stuff. With all this combined I think we're ready to build a character. Maybe. Probably. We're doin in blind y'all. To start off the character building journey we have to pick a Origin. Which I believe is a mix of background and class. At least that's how I'm reading it. Glitchblade reads like the stealth option, Desperado gives me Cowboy Bebop vibes, Wirehead is your tech junky with drones and robots, Chromeskin is your 'typical' cyberpunk 2077/Edge character. Astromancer has the vibes of a wizard. And the Ecoterrorist is...I think they're suppose to be your survivalist? Its got the protagonist backstory. For the sake of this play through lets go Astromancer. What better way to get into a system then go full bore into their spell list. Let's see...armor, stats, start with 20 HP and 20 Energy...you only regen Energy when you're at max health. Good to know. I start with 2 Health Packs, 2 Energy Packs (From my Origin), 2 Hacks (From my Origin), and 2 Star Ship Parts. Neat. Exp is used to get upgrades for myself and my ship. Speaking of I need to build my ship. Let's look at that next.

.....Uuuuh...oh they mean that literally.

On the one hand? That is super awesome. But I am the verbally inclined not the artistically inclined. Game I honestly need a little help here. cltr-f save me! Oh thank funk. They do have prebuilt ships that you can 'purchase' later in the game. But 4 of them are perfect stock for game start.

There she is, funnily enough their example ship is in fact one of the ships you can get at the start. So that's fun. My own little peace of home in space. All that's left is some map prep and getting my skills down on my paper. This is going to be fun I think. Maybe. We're gonna find out. Thank you everyone who's read this far. See you next time with a character introduction and what our world is going to look like!

[forabeatofadrum]

Just Some Guy (1/9)

Summary: Matt Christopher Davis lives a simple life, since he doesn't do much. He wants to study magic at Watford, find a girlfriend, and hang out with his best friend John Johnson at the Watford Chess Club. After all, unlike his famous classmate Simon Snow, he's just some guy.

Notes: Hello, hello and welcome to Just Some Guy, the story of all years of Snowbaz at Watford told from an outsider perspective of someone who doesn't really care about them. I came up with this idea back in 2022 and I am glad I can finally share it. I was inspired by Niamh Brody not keeping track of the Chosen One bullshit and by Patrick Ness's book The Rest Of Us Just Lives Here. I hope you guys like Matt as much as I do.

The name Matt Christopher Davis is courtesy of @mostlymaudlin​, @raenestee​ and @aristocratic-otter​, with the idea to use MCD as initials from @facewithoutheart. I asked the Carry On Discord for suggestions for a basic bitch name, and they delivered. Matt is sometimes referred to as Matty Chris D., a nickname from @cutestkilla.

Lastly, it's time for a good ole fanfiction disclaimer, but not because of Rainbow Rowell, but because of Ngozi Ukazu. John Johnson belongs entirely to her. He's originally a character from her webcomic Check, Please!, which y'all should totally check out. The reason Johnson is in this fic is because, well, I thought it'd be funny, especially since Johnson is as usual aware of his fictionality. "John Johnson" is the most basic bitch name possible, and I almost picked it for MCD till I realised there's already a John Johnson.

And with all that, enjoy.

AO3

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Year 1

MATT

To be honest, I can’t quite believe I am finally at Watford. My parents give me a final hug before it’s time for them to leave.

“You’re going to have an amazing time,” my mum says as she pets my hair.

I shrug. It’s not as if there’s going to be anything interesting happening in my life. You could state that I am the most generic person ever, and that is fine by me. Not everyone needs to have a grand adventure, and that is definitely what I realise when I see Simon Snow walk around the Great Lawn.

Of course I know about the Chosen One. Of course I know that the Chosen One starts Watford in the same years as me, but I don’t really care about him. I’m here to learn magic, make friends, and maybe meet my future spouse, which is a must for the World of Mages.

After all, I am just some guy.

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I leap into this new magickal life. The Crucible casts me together with John Johnson, who claims he’s in the wrong universe, which is off-putting, but we still become fast friends.

“Like, I should be playing hockey,” John grumbles during breakfast somewhere in the year. I nod absently. John talks a lot about hockey.

“Sure,” I say. There are plenty of other sports to join, but I don’t really know. I have eight more years to figure out what to do, so I am not in a rush.

“Whatever man, you’re about to go on your own narrative journey. It’s going to be amazing for the both of us!” John says excitedly, “Look at me, I’m British now! I am eleven!”

I shove some toast down my throat and I look around the dining hall. There are so many students. My eyes fall on the Chosen One who’s talking to a girl, who nods along to every word. I don’t really keep track of what the Chosen One is doing with his life, but I’m glad he’s made a friend. The first few weeks of classes were unbearable because of his sheer magic exuding into the classrooms. We’ve all gotten used to it now, but it did isolate him a bit.

I don’t know the girl’s name, but she doesn’t seem to mind the magic.

I take a look at the Chosen One. He has only been part of the World of Mages for a few months, but he’s already gotten himself in a lot of trouble because of this whole Insidious Humdrum stuff. He’s constantly missing classes and Miss Possibelf says he’s on missions for the Mage and the Coven.

I hear him coming home quite late. Yes, John and I live across the corridor. It’s honestly quite annoying to live on top of a tower. There are so many staircases to climb. I occasionally hear the Chosen One bicker with his roommate.

What a life he must be living.

But honestly, I don’t care. I mean, I care about the Humdrum, because that thing eats magic, but our Chosen One can be the hero who saves the day. The rest of us just lives here, you know?

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“Mate!” John slams the door open. The window in our small shared room almost seems to shatter. Did John do that?

I nod towards the window, but John shakes his head.

“No, it’s a dragon!” John screams.

I jump out of my seat. That’s when I hear the roar. Our window shatters for real this time and I duck to avoid the glass.

“The Humdrum sent a dragon to Watford!” John grabs my hand, “We have to run!”

“Where to?” I yell as he leads me through the corridors of Mummer’s Hall. We descent the many staircases, not knowing where to go. Right now, we just want to get outside before the building collapses. Merlin’s pants, what will happen to us now? The Humdrum was always this entity sucking the magic out of the atmosphere, but if John’s to be believed, it (he?) can now also attack? That’s never happened before!

More students are making their way outside. There are screams and panicked cries. John doesn’t seem too bothered by it. Instead, he is determined to get me out of here as fast as possible, and he succeeds. He manoeuvres us between the many, many students and the teachers who are trying to keep everyone calm.

We finally make it outside and more students are evacuating to Crowley knows where.

To my shock, it seems like John is leading me towards the Great Lawn.

I try to stop him. I’m pretty sure that the dragon is right there.

“Are you mad?” I yell, “We can’t go there!”

But John is stronger than I am and he drags me towards the Great Lawn. I was right. The dragon is there, with its wings spread wide. The Chosen One is in the air. He must’ve jumped from somewhere. His skin is shimmering and his eyes are glowing. He has the Sword of Mages raised over his head.

Then he plummets it into the dragon’s neck.

The dragon’s eyes widen and it lets out a horrendously loud roar.

Then I watch the dragon fall to its side.

A hush falls over the Great Lawn. Students and teachers alike are stunned into silence. Even the Chosen One’s chatty best friend looks shocked.

“Wicked,” John mutters next to me.

I blink a couple of times. Is this the life of the Chosen One? Of the elusive Mage’s Heir?

Speaking of, the Mage runs towards the Chosen One to help him clean up the dragon. Where was that man? He’s our headmaster, for Crowley’s sake!

“Well, that’s enough adventure for today,” John says. He’s broken out of his shock and he isn’t the only one. The Chosen One and the Mage leave the Great Lawn. The Chosen’s One’s friend (sidekick?) (isn’t that how it works with chosen ones and heroes and what not?) rushes after them. Slowly, everyone’s coming back to their senses and it’s clear that people talk about what just unfolded, but life goes on, even though the Chosen One just saved the school.

I need a bloody nap.

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My parents pick me up at the Gates. It’s summer vacation and I am glad. I like Watford, but I love my family as well. We talk plenty over the phone, but it’s good to see them.

We drive home in silence. There is a weird tension between my parents, but I brush that thought aside. I just haven’t seen them in a while.

Eventually, my dad breaks the silence.

“And how would you describe your first year at school, Matty?” my dad asks.

I think about classes, and John, and my daily life here.

“Uneventful,” I answer. I didn’t do much.

[neutrallyobsessed]

obviously u like topher x joan but how far does it really go? just curious cuz ur always making fanart and even fanfiction about them

Yeah, drawings, drabbles, edits, comics, collages, smut, videos, everything two dimensional I can manage! when I get a better computer with a good video editing software and a animation program it's all over for y'all~~♥!

I FUCKING SHIP IT WOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ♡ww♡

What made you ship it?

I fell down the "this is a pretty funny ship" to "hol up this actually makes a lot of sense, this ship kinda fire" to "these motherfuckers have consumed my every thought and its GREAT!!!" pipeline xdd.

The more I thought about it, the better it sounded, the more ideas I had, EVERYTHING CLICKS SO PERFECTLY WTFFF

It do be like a sliding scale with me in the middle approving a het ship with Joan where sliding negative leads her with Confucius and sliding positive she ends up with Topher lolxd

What are your favorite things about the ship?

WHERE TO BEGIN!!!!! Well, they are terrible people and can always get worse, either doing shenanigans and bothering everyone in the process or just ignoring everyone to be in their own world~~

Age gap, people. It might be a technicallity but they do be 20 years apart and thats like, the best thing ever and the OW/YM strikes again so it's EVEN BETTER!!!!! And with their unconvencional tastes, they'd have A LOT of stuff to share and talk about and teach and learn and they could have so much fun with their niche lil hobbies and references that nobody but them could get and memes that could scar the average angloparlant for life!

And they both have this,,, love for nostalgia (not as apparent in topher, ill concede that its more of a hc) so reminiscing about the past or catching up with things they never lived could be so themmm and so fun to explore~~!!

To bring back something I said earlier, I also really dig the isolation of it all. How Joan feels betrayed by everyone but Topher is there to give her all the attention and devotion that she wants. I haven't decided if they'd finish school or drop off earlier but they do feel like a couple that could ride into the sunset to never be seen again as they build a new life for themselves~~.... it's just that after what happend, I don't see her going back to her old and new friends, but I totally see Topher manipulating all that he can to keep it that way, including Joan. They do be having some unhealthy clinginess towards each other and that's soooo damn good >w<

And yeah, I like Topher getting positive female attention, he looks cute when he likes girls and whoever said that they turned Joan into y/n was so right she really is very easy to project to x_v

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

That's the fun part! As the Queen of Joanpher, is everyone else the who may have an unpopular opinion, my word is law and the other 3 shippers are pretty much in similar Joanpher wavelengths. It is a very instinct ship, ya either get it or ya don't. I don't care and don't have to care bout what non shippers have to say btw 737

Joanpher tastes like: EVERYTHING!! I have eaten so many delicious foods, of many flavors and textures, and when it's Good I go uff si esto es muy joanpher =w=~ but if I had to pick one dish, it'd be The Brochette! Anything you can cook in a stick and directly on the fire cause it's hot as hell~♡! Any type of meat, any kind of vegetable, oil, sauce, sugar, salt, caramel, tender, crunchy, mushy, firm, literally all!! The most important part is that it must be eaten out of the metal stick, like gnawing meat out of the bone, cause it's both raw and wild plus ~elegant and sophisticated~

[bbybearcubbs]

Hyunjin Hairstyle Tier list

I made a Tier list of Hyunjin's hairstyles because I'm bored <3

My unwanted opinions on these rankings are below the cut😙❤

S Tier

#1 - I freaking LOVE when he ties his hair like that😍 Its so Hwang Hyunjin. I'm also generally a sucker for when he does black hair so-

#2 - All of y'all that said Hyunjin looks bad with short hair should compete in a contest to see who can swallow the biggest cactus🤗 LOOK AT HIM. LOOK. AT. HIM. If you think he doesn't look absolutely gorgeous you're blind as fuck and that's coming from someone who can't read a sheet of paper that's more than a foot away from their face.

#3 - Mother. Need I say more?

#4 - I'm a sucker for long blonde haired Hyunjin and as I said before, when he ties his hair up like that? I'M GONE😵 (If Mother didn't exist it would've been in the #3 spot)

#5 - Can we have shiny brown mullet Hyunjin back?🙏🏼 Please JYP?😃 I'm asking nicely😁🔪 No because this was a one hit wonder- GIVE HIM BACK TO ME PLEASE!! I NEED HIM BACK😭😭😭

#6 - They need to stop letting him wear headbands. To Hyunjin it might be a simple "Tsk, hairband" but to me it's "Oh no, hairband"🤕 My health is put in jeopardy every time he wears one.

A Tier

#1 - Controversial opinion, Red Hair isn't Hyunjin's best hairstyle😶 He looks absolutely fantastic, in that picture and all other variants of styles he's worn the red hair in but personally, it just doesn't hit like some of the others do for me. Not S Tier but definitely at the top of A Tier because those concert pics and clips of him with the messy red hair? [The rest of this message has been redacted for the safety of this users image]

#2 - The plaites on one side and then letting the rest fall wavy and its blonde? Someone save me from the Skater boy!Hyunjin thoughts because they are not healthy thoughts to be having😔

#3 - Venom Skz are something else to discuss another time on a very different blog but for now, the wavy curls? Its blonde? Its long? I've begun to see a pattern here🤔

#4 - The long blonde with the red streak? This hairstyle was also a one hit wonder and we passed over it WAY TO FREAKING FAST. Look at him😍 I- Are we sure this guy didn't get isekai-ed into the wrong fucking universe?

#5 - Ah yes, Thunderous Hyunjin. The one that had my mouth on the floor when he appeared on screen with those hair clips. Time has pushed it this far down in A tier but it still holds a precious place in my heart💝 He looks like a historical Princess be so fucking for real

#6 - Once again, I say this with the most sincerity I can muster, all of you that said Hyunjin looks bad with short hair should really try cactus swallowing! You guys could make the record books! Because who looks at his short blue hair and goes "Mmm, he doesn't look good" like are we looking at the same person here? Get outta here with that total bullshit thank you very much😘

#7 - Honestly what an iconic way to end 2023 and start 2024. I really like Berry Flavored Hyunjin💜 Its just iconic lol I don't have much explanation for this one it just fit right here

#8 - Whenever he did the short jellyfish hairstyles I always cave😩 He does it in a fee different colors I think and he looks so damn boyfriend with that hairstyle😭 If we were ranking these of straight boyfriendism then it'd definitely be in S Tier

B Tier

A lot of these from now on are ranked solely on the fact they don't make me wanna [Redacted] liked those in S Tier make me wanna do or how [Redacted] those in A tier make me feel but rather on the fact they look great, they don't hit pack the same punch yk?

#1 - Look at him and his cute little pigtails😍 I was gonna put it in C tier which ironically houses a few of his goofy ass hairstyles BUT this one specifically activated my cuteness aggression❤❤❤

#2 - Short black hair Hyunjin is a gem but it doesn't hit as hard as all I've previously mentioned

#3 - Wavy platinum blonde?😩 Ugh truly a treat❤

#4 - Pink haired Hyunjin isn't necessarily behind platinum blonde, I'd say they're more equal grounds for me. Unique and gorgeous styles that I think sit comfortably in B Tier but that's just for me

#5 - I really liked this hairstyle and needed it on the list but I was having trouble figuring out where to out it😅 I think its in the right place, its a very cozy? hairstyle. I think cozy is the right word for it, yeah

#6 - Look at baby Hyunnie😭💔💔💔 He's so freaking cute stop it!💘 I love the waves over his forehead and I just love his wavy hair in general, that's why I included it

[Edit: It just now occurred to me as I'm writing this, despite saying I love his wavy hair I completely forgot to add 5-Star album Hyunjin with the black wavy hair, yk the one that performs S-class? Y'all know what I'm talking about. Anyway, that style would most definitely be in A Tier for me between #3 & #4]

C Tier

#1 & #2 - Hehehe he's so goofy I love him😭💕

D Tier

#1 - Hyunjin and his Geto cosplay😂 Personally, not among my favorite styles from him but it's definitely a look you had to be there to appreciate fully and boy am I glad I was here when he surprised us with it😭

#2 - It isn't my favorite hairstyle of his nor do I think it's his best BUT 1. That's my personal take & 2. It's literally RULE that no one looks good with a bowl cut and yet here Hyunjin is still somehow managing to not look as ass as this hairstyle usually has its wearers looking😭 Like I agree it's not his best but my man does NOT look as bad as some of y'all were saying. So stop being jerks and go take a walk <3

[Note: Was the yellow bowl cut his best look? No. Did he deserve to be absolutely dragged on the internet to the point he became self-conscious about wearing his hair short because of it? Absolutely fucking not. Y'all are jerks and Hyunjin deserves a thousand apologies from each and every one of you. There's a difference between critiquing someone's hairstyle and just being an asshole. Y'all are just assholes.

[syndianites]

For a prompt: "If you're gonna kill him I can't stop you, but he's really not worth the effort."

❤️ ❤️

"If you're gonna kill I can't stop you, but he's really not worth the effort."

Alyssa didn't jump, but it was a near thing. Her ears swivled, trying to catch the sound of breathing, footsteps, something that would give her a clue as to where the newest arrival was. All she heard was her own breathing and the ragged pants of Nadeshot below her, who struggled to catch his breath from where his windpipe was being crushed beneath her arm.

Catiously, she chanced a look around her surroundings. She almost missed them in the early sunlight of the morning. But no, there, hovering at her side was a- pirate?

She was a ghost, clearly. Between the transparent visage and the way her feet were just barely above the ground.

No matter.

"You're right, you can't stop me." Alyssa punctuated this statement by pressing down on Nadeshot's throat harder, taking sick satisfaction in the way he wheezed. "He certainly has it coming."

She got a snort from the ghost. "You're not wrong there, mate. But I'd be remised to let him die if that meant he would be haunting the land with me. I ain't looking forward to only having him as company if you decide you don't fancy talking to ghosts."

Alyssa huffed a laugh despite herself. Nadeshot had pissed her off for the last time, not only stealing from her, again, but taking something of Mot's- who had been MIA for weeks now. Sure, killing Nadeshot was a bit drastic, but it'd stop him from stealing from her and she doubted anyone else stuck in this place would miss him.

Still, she supposed the ghost was right. If she killed him she'd be subject to whatever law and court system that exists, and stand on trail, and hope that 'he stole my shit and is fucking annoying' held as a reasonable defense for killing a man.

With a great sigh she released him, taking a step back and kicking him in the side. "Run before I change my mind."

There was confusion in his eyes- clearly he couldn't see ghosts- but he griped his throat and stumbled to his feet. With one last wary glance he ran off.

Capsize stifled a laugh as Nadeshot ran. "He wont be forgetting the feeling of your arm at his throat, at least." She turned to Alyssa. "Name's Capsize, pleasure ta meet ya."

Rather than extend a hand, Capsize brought it to her chest and did a mock bow. She had no visible mark of death, no blood splatter or caved in head, or what have you. Either Capsize was a particularly powerful ghost or she'd been dead a while. Maybe both.

"Alyssa." She inclined her head. "Been dead long?"

Rude as it sounded, most ghosts that were as pristine as Capsize had long since at peace with their death. Hell, most would ignore any faux pas just to have someone to talk to.

True to form, Capsize snorted. "You could say that. I've seen you around, didn't realize you could see me, otherwise I'd have introduced myself sooner. Pardon my bluntness, but why are y'all here? If anyone was gonna fall out of the sky, I was expecting my mates."

Alyssa frowned, brushing the dirt off her knees. "Magic bullshit. Hoped into a portal and suddenly we were here instead of anywhere in our world. I imagine your friends got the same treatment- jumped into a portal and got spat back out at our place."

"Well then, guess we got a lot to talk about, huh?" Capsize smiled at her like they were already friends. It urked Alyssa, but as much as she'd want to complain she was tired of talking to Spark and Jeriah, and this world's gods were odd to talk to, considering her experiences with her worlds versions.

"I suppose we do."

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Cue ghost shenanigans as Alyssa and Capsize try to figure out why the alts got sent here and the others got sent to Ruxomar, featuring: A return of the Shadows, talking shit about the gods, talking about feeling like they aren't enough for the gods they follow, bitching about their family, and more!

Thanks for the prompt!