#i only have one bc i clean my inbox a lot and its the only compliment i got from a rando directly ab t my art whuah

[seek--rest]

Hello Seek, read your review about tcr and have to respectfully disagree with you on the show not being about mental health. I personally do not have DID, but I was abused as a child . And been dealing w the aftermath of that for years. Anger, anxiety, depression, difficulty getting close to people, being vulnerable, used drugs and alcohol to escape from it all bc the pain was unbearable. I’m one year clean, btw. In these ways, I can relate to Danny and am grateful that a show is educating people about all of this in a sensitive and real way. I’m worried less about the pacing but more on the content of the story and as I said, I can absolutely relate to Danny. After years of therapy I learned that recovery is not being cured per se or no longer having symptoms but it’s acceptance of myself, of my mental illness, it’s about learning what triggers me and how to deal w it better in those moments, it’s learning how to live life despite my anger, my depression, my anxiety. In that sense, we do see Danny working on his recovery, particularly in the last 2 episodes. It’s the start of his recovery. It’s not perfect but it’s a start. Ive learned that Recovery is a never ending journey. Some days are better than others but I’m working on it. So just my thoughts on the show. Thanks for reading.

First of all, congratulations on your sobriety and in your own personal journey in recovery.

Second, the only reason I’m answering this ask is because I want to make something very clear: a personal enjoyment of a thing does not make claims about the thing untrue. I am very glad on an interpersonal level that you feel seen and understood with Danny and that you are able to find meaning in the character.

But the show is a poorly constructed and ill-paced show that is 1) not meant to be anymore educational than Euphoria or Succession or the Last of Us is and 2) is still not about the mental health journey of recovery. To the first point, these shows might represent certain things (drug abuse, CSA, toxic families, the redeeming power of found family) but it would be disingenuous to argue that they were created to be educational and representative.

They were not. The Crowded Room is not. Have they treated Danny with respect and care? Absolutely. Did Tom Holland personally undergo a journey in his own mental health and reflection of his life? Seems so. Did the show verbalize treatment and recovery? Not till episode EIGHT.

I know this is the narrative Tom et al. are pushing in their advertising and that a majority of his fanbase have bit into but in the text of the show itself without projection and without listening to podcasts about Tom Holland explain his own personal journey of mental health or what he wants the show to be, that narrative, theme, message etc doesn’t exist in the show itself for seven hours and when it finally does, it’s entirely too late.

I’ll watch the two final episodes. Maybe the end will “make up” for how poorly constructed the show is but any show that takes six of the ten hours of its run time to set up a gotcha twist as a mystery in a way that’s universally slowly paced and drags, is a bad show. That doesn’t mean that it can’t be personally meaningful or enjoyed, bad doesn’t have to be a moral claim and what we personally enjoy and find meaning in doesn’t automatically make it good.

Thank you for sharing your perspective. I appreciate that you likely meant it respectfully.

However, please do not go around anonymously trauma dumping unprovoked in my or anyone else’s inbox. Your story is yours to share and I meant it sincerely when I said that I am proud to celebrate you with one year of sobriety. But anonymously weaponizing your story to explain why “tcr is good actually” to me and then listing said history that contained a lot of triggering things that you, to be frank, do not know whether or not I have experienced and could have been triggered by, is not mindful of the healing journey or of the person you’re sharing it with. I wish you all the best in leaning into your recovery. Please be mindful of how you share it in future.

[its-deputy-caleb]

Micah Bell - Partners in Crime and in Love Pt.1

YES i know there’s 58 requests sitting in my inbox for re8 HOWEVER red dead is my comfort game and i needed to write this verbal mess down. I’ve been thinking of writing a micah fic for weeks now and i finally did it bc as much as i love re8 red dead is my fav and always will be. this is so self indulgent i swear.

for anyone that actually reads this the reader is pretty gn but does lean towards fem this time and i’ll be doing a part 2 for sure bc i love the rat man.

part 2 is now here

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Today was finally the day. The day for the big bank job that Dutch insisted was the right move for the gang. This was despite numerous doubts from Hosea and various other camp members that robbing a bank in broad daylight in the state’s largest city was a risk the gang couldn’t afford to make right now.

The whole morning there had been a sour feeling in your gut, a tiny voice shouting in the back of your mind that something wasn’t right. It wasn’t like you to get nervous on a job, in fact you recently robbed the Valentine bank with Bill on his job. Originally you weren’t interested in going, happy to let Karen go on her own with the guys but Bill insisted you go as you were one of the best gunslingers the gang had.

Robbing and killing came naturally to you and being outlawed in six states had never bothered you during your time as an outlaw. That’s why it was almost impossible for you to ignore the sick feeling in your stomach that was slowly building.

Making your way over to Micah, you see him sitting on a wooden crate cleaning his guns for the inevitable shootout that comes with bank jobs. Taking a seat next to him, Micah doesn’t need to ask you how you are; he can practically see how restless and agitated you look.

That’s the thing about your relationship with Micah, you understood each other (especially in public) and didn’t need grand public displays of affection to know exactly what the other needed in that moment.

The camp mostly stayed clear of your relationship, I mean you were probably two of the camp’s biggest troublemakers and risk takers when it came to planning jobs and robbing folk. Both of you had a shot quicker than lightening and could practically shoot your way out of any situation you found yourselves in. But regardless of how ruthless anyone thought you two were, you always had each other’s backs and wouldn’t stop to think about saving the other.

One night after a successful train job Dutch decided to hold a camp celebration. It was a mostly quiet night for you, having not decided to party with your companions despite Sean, Charles and Javier all offering for you to join in. Instead you decided to spend the mostly quiet night with Micah sharing a bottle of whiskey and splitting your share of the earnings. After each job you always had a bet with Micah over who could shoot the highest number of lawman. It was a bet the two of you had with each other just to cause more mischief and it always brought a smile to your face when Micah would lose and sulk about it for the rest of the afternoon

At one point during the night Bill strolled over to you while Micah went to get another bottle of whiskey. He was nice and polite despite the smell of beer coming from his breath, maybe even a little flirtatious and all was well until he asked the question ‘Why is you with a rat like him when you could be with someone as charming as me?’. Bill ended up with a face full of dirt and a broken nose, not to mention a killer hangover.

So yeah, the gang tended to leave you and Micah alone…

Micah’s knee lightly brushing against your own brings your thoughts back to reality. He’s stopped cleaning his guns and is looking at you with soft eyes and a gentle smile, the one that’s only reserved for you.

Despite being a hardened outlaw that has known nothing but chaos and the open road for most of your life. The gang has observed from afar your softer sides, whether it be the time you both fell asleep next to each other by the campfire or getting shit scared when the other has been shot and the rest of the night is spent with soft kisses and bandage wrapping.

Micah holsters his revolver and gently takes your hand in his.

“Sweetheart we’re gonna be fine, ain’t nothing gonna go wrong, now common let’s go get dressed for such a special occasion.”

~

Everyone is just starting to get into their fancy attire for the job when you and Micah are already packing your saddles and getting ready. You’re wearing matching white suits with a red shirt only yours is tailored to show off your figure a lot more and your plunge top and corset doesn’t leave much to the imagination but hey, if you’re gonna go out it’s gonna be in style.

As Micah finishes tightening up Baylock’s saddle you lean forward and hold his wrist in your hand. Your thumb gently brushes the soft skin there, trying to hide the nerves that have been slowly eating away at you all day.

“I don’t like this Micah, somethings gonna go wrong I can feel it…”

Micah’s never been great with emotions but you’ve known him long enough to know how he comforts you. The arm that’s caught in your grasp turns and brings you forward into a hug, his chin resting on your head as you hold him tightly against you.

“Ain’t nothin gonna happen to us, just think of it as another bank job.”

You nod and hold him closer, a rare event for such a public place where anyone could walk by but neither of you really cared at that moment. You press your face into his shoulder, trying to shake off your uneasiness.

“You better not die on me now Bell, you still owe me that new holster for beating you in five finger fillet.”

~

Fuck did the bank job go wrong. Horribly wrong. From the moment you got off your horses and stepped foot in that bank it all turned to hell.

Bullets where flying everywhere, there were civilians screaming in terror trying not to get caught in the crossfire, glass was being shattered by dynamite and Dutch was trying to formulate a plan while in shock of losing his dear Hosea.

A bullet whizzed past your head and you took out another Pinkerton. It was chaos. Every time you managed to bring down the line of Pinkertons another carriage full of them would arrive with the Saint Denis Police.

You couldn’t see Micah anywhere, but each time you tried to look for him your attention was dragged back to the action in front of you and the numerous Pinkertons shooting at you.

Arthur had snuck onto the roof at some point and some of the other members where making their way towards the rooftop as well. You were about to make a bolt towards Dutch and Javier on the ladder when Charles stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.

“Go that way, we’re the diversion! Karen and Sadie are a waiting near the alleyway of the tavern, we’ll meet you back at camp in a few hours, GO!”

Charles pushes you down the alley way and climbs up the ladder to catch up to the others. You would’ve protested but your body is running on adrenaline so you didn’t think as you snuck your way out of safety.

~

Micah was furious that Charles had sent you off on your own to find your way back, if it wasn’t for the fact that the five of them where hiding from the law in a rundown city apartment he probably would have argued with him for hours.

But deep down he knew it was the right thing to do. He knew that you’d be 100 times safer away from this chaos then if you were here with him, even if you could handle yourself.

For hours they sat in that little room, Dutch formulating a plan on how to get out of here while Micah tried not to worry about whether you made it home safe. Now he understood that sick feeling of worry in your stomach, he only ever got it when he worried about you.

By nightfall Dutch had somewhat of a plan to escape via the docks, sneak out onto a ship that would take them somewhere and it hit Micah in that moment that it would be some time before he saw you again…

The guards where everywhere, the entire city on high alert after the bank and Charles ended up running so everyone could make it onto a boat. As Dutch attempted to negotiate with the captain for a cabin, Micah lit a cigarette from his blazer pocket, trying to take his first deep breath of the night.

“We were fools for thinking we could pull off the bank…”

Arthur rests against the crates, fatigue clear in his eyes but willing himself to stay awake. Micah however didn’t want to sit and talk about what could have happened and what actually did, he had a headache already and certainly didn’t need a lecture from Arthur for another reckless decision he helped create.

“Whatever you say Morgan.”

Sighing defeatedly, Micah flicks his cigarette bud over the side and into the water below, making his way to go sit on the other side of the crates where he can think.

~

Back at camp you pace around the halls of Shady Belle, the floorboards creaking under the weight of your boots.

“Fuck this I’m going to find them-“

Before you make it out the front door however Miss Grimshaw blocks your exits.

“You’re not going anywhere anytime soon. The Pinkertons are everywhere looking for us. Now I know you want your precious Mr. Bell back but you’re just going to have to wait out the next few hours until he returns with the rest.”

You decide to ignore the slight condescending tone of Susan as you see a rider approaching into camp. Your hand is on your holster, everyone who’s left joining you to crowd around the man slowly coming closer. Everyone is relieved to see its Charles, but only slightly. He’s alone and a horrible feeling of fear washes over you.

“Charles… Where is everyone… Where’s Micah?”

[cinnamonest]

Idk why but my brain suddenly went to Childe corrupting the Traveler’s sibling. Like he can’t help but ogle you when he manages to get you and the Traveler away from the mileleth at the rite of descension, and he gets just a bit too close every time they meet up, his gaze seeming so intense when he realize how precious you are to the Traveler and how innocent you seem in comparison to their slightly more jaded and obviously experienced self. It gets better when he realizes how pure you are, how much they try to keep you out of danger and away from bad people- yet they so easily allow him to approach you. He knows a surefire way to piss someone off when he sees one, and he starts doing it. Anytime he sends the Traveler off to do some pointless shit, sometimes making sure to fill the bag especially well so they’d be gone for longer, he makes sure to keep you at his side bc it would be tiring to make you run all over with them, wouldnt it? You wouldnt force your precious sibling to go with you when you theyre not as equipped to fight, would you? He’s a big brother himself, he knows the deal and how to take care of younger siblings- you can leave them with him. And as soon as they’re out the door he brings you to his office or his room and starts kissing and prepping you, getting you accustomed to the feeling of smth inside you before he breaks you on his massive dick. He turns it into a fun game- see how much he can slide in you with less and less preparation, and how much he can make you beg for release as you two skirt perilously close to the Traveler’s return time (he’s nice enough to let you cum, but he’s then quick to pull you off and fix you up and guilt trip you for being the only one to be satisfied bc he’s still soooo hard but ur sibling is coming- and you end up start asking your sib to take their time with Childe’s requests and be more meticulous. He’s done a lot for them! Do your work properly!). Its so fun and frustrating- seeing u so unstable as you nearly limp to ur sibling’s side and smile and say you’re fine- Childe’s taken great care of you- to their slight but growing suspicion and concern.

When the Traveler beats him in the Golden House, Childe is quick to summon Osial knowing the Traveler had you go hide at one of the abandoned houses far from Liyue Harbor for your safety. He practically sprints over for a nice, looooong fuck as he waits for things to tide over. He has you stuffed and full and crying from overstimulation and he makes sure to empty every single drop of his semen in every available hole. He grins saying it was very worth it to invest so much money, effort, and time into you- you’re practically milking him from how hard your walls cling to his cock, practically begging him to go deeper. When you try to stop him from going for another round he ties you up with his scarf and goes on- much rougher and faster, saying he’ll imprint his shape in your little whore body so no other dick can satisfy you. He leaves you a fucked out mess and throws his scarf over your chest and sopping hole, laughing that the Traveler would LOVE his little goodbye present.

When the Traveler returns, they see Childe’s scarf covering your exposed chest and perky nipples from the cold while you desperately try to dig his cum out of your loose hole without coming for like the hundredth time that night. You’re crying and shaken, and they’re shocked and furious. They wordleslsy settle in between your legs, their fingers gently stroking your pulsing insides and helping you dig out Childe’s cum, consoling you as they have to fist you to really get it all out, and clean you up while they think of all the ways they’re going to murder Childe when they see him next.

If their own underwear gets wet through the proceedings, you never have to know, and you would never believe it, anyways. They’re just your kind, responsible, protective older sibling. They’d never hurt you. They wouldn’t.

But you can almost swear when you two end up unfortunately meeting Childe again and you reflexively blanche and pull away, you can feel your sibling’s grip tighten a frightening degree that has you nearly whimpering till Childe is quick to stop them before Teucer notices.

I love going through my inbox and hitting these gems... they always hit me out of nowhere and come for everything I have and leave me needy hhhhhh

Also Childe being an absolute bastard and rubbing it in the older sibling’s face... mocking them for not being able to help you... hhhh

[luvteez]

bassists do it deeper

pairing: yunho x genderneutral!reader genre + tags: smut, band au | kink discovery, exhibitionism, a brief segment of semi-public sex, hand kink, size kink, yunho monster cock bc this deserves a tag, power play, switch dynamics (i think??), dom!yunho pulls through in the end, unprotected sex wc: 6.3k

note: big thanks to my fav babie @lustjoong​ for motivating me to combine the two ideas i had for the prompt into one and motivating me to finish this!! here’s my take on the unspoken obligatory yunho size kink fic every ateez smut writer should have written once but make him a bassist. also, the band au to this pwp is literally just there as an excuse to make yeosang the lead singer of the band bc if kq won’t give yeosang lines, i will 

A lot can happen throughout a single weekend, as your English professor suddenly quitting her job, your brother Yeosang almost burning down the kitchen from deep frying an egg, an influx of voicemails in your inbox all sent from Wooyoung, as well as Yeosang’s punk rock band losing a member. It’s a lot to process when all you’ve done is stay the night at Yuqi’s, even harder so when Wooyoung keeps repeating every five seconds that Seonghwa quit the band. (”Why did it have to be Seonghwa who left Stereowave? He was the hottest one!”)

That being said, you expected to come home to a beyond grumpy Yeosang who was trying to find a replacement asap. A band without a bassist sounds empty, and while Stereowave has garnered a big enough fanbase over the years that wouldn’t mind the band continuing as a trio, it just feels wrong. Besides, branding a group consisting of Yeosang the frontman, San the guitarist, Mingi the drummer, and nobody covering the bassist position a band doesn’t sit right.

You were prepared for the worst; a messy kitchen, Yeosang walking around in clothes he wore for five days straight, possibly the outbreak of World War III depending on how shitty he’s feeling. But instead, you find the kitchen exceptionally clean and Yeosang acting as if nothing ever happened.

“Can you help set up the camera? The guys and I wanna film a new song.”

“Uh, sure,” you answer irritatedly. “Shouldn’t you be more concerned about finding a replacement for Seonghwa though?”

“Oh, we already have a new bassist,” he waves off casually, “What are you gaping at? Shut that jaw of yours before flies fly into your nasty mouth.”

“First of all, rude.” Yeosang rolls his eyes at that comment. For a split second, you’re contemplating letting him figure out on his own how to use the camera because he’s the walking embodiment of a technology illiterate, but your curiosity about the new band member is bigger. “But how did you manage to find a new replacement so fast? It’s been like, what, a day since Seonghwa left?”

Yeosang sighs. “He’s been thinking of quitting for weeks now, so I had enough time to look for a new bassist. It’s not that big of a deal anyway.”

And this is exactly why you should never get dicked down by your bandmate several times in a month, you think to yourself. Seonghwa and Yeosang thought they were slick, but everyone figured they were more than friends. Needless to say, it was only a matter of time until the strain of their relationship wreaked havoc within the band.

“So,” you say as you two walk to the makeshift studio in the basement, “Is the new guy good? What’s his name?”

The change of topic makes Yeosang relax visibly. There’s a sheepish smile on his face and he replies, “You’ll see.”

You arch a brow. For some reason, that doesn’t settle comfortably in your gut. Then there’s the fact that Yeosang is slightly skipping, and that makes you more concerned than relieved. Because Yeosang barely skips, only when he’s being petty and is planning on pranking somebody. (Most of the time, it’s San.)

The faint vibrations of drums and guitars ring in your ears before you step a foot into the basement. Mingi is the first to acknowledge your presence, immediately dampening the cymbals before waving at you. That causes the other two guys to stop playing their instruments and turn their heads around. You greet San like you normally do, and when your eyes flit to the new addition, all brightness drops from your face.

“What. The. Fuck.”

Yunho cocks his head to the side almost tauntingly, eyes challenging. The corners of his mouth quirk upwards, though more with the intention of saying hah you thought you’d never see me again. “Hello to you too, honey. Looks like fate brought us together once more, eh?”

You blink multiple times to make sure your eyes aren’t deceiving you. To your dismay, they sure aren’t. It really is Yunho standing right next to an utterly confused San, and the bass in his hands just confirms it furthermore.

“Since when do you play an instrument?” you gawk. There’s no fucking way he could’ve had time to pick up music, not when his schedule was already jammed with basketball training and student council activities. Then again, that was his schedule in middle school.

“Since I was fifteen,” he drawls, unaffected by your outburst. “Any other questions, honey? Preferably something along the lines of how have you been? I expected a warmer welcome from you, not gonna lie.”

“What does Yeosang even see in you?” you splutter instead, disgust prevalent in your voice.

“Talent. Believe it or not.”

“Guys, no fighting,” Yeosang warns, but you’re too busy sending Yunho daggers and every pg rated curse under the sun your brain can wrack up.

Meanwhile, San shifts his weight on one leg awkwardly and asks in the background as your verbal dispute continues, “Are they exes or something?”

“Nah, just childhood enemies,” Mingi mumbles, clearly used to your interactions to the point where he’s becoming bored of it. He’s heard all the profanities too many times coming out from the same mouth, hence why he isn’t as disturbed as San is.

“Listen up, you piec—“ 

“(y/n), the camera. Help your older brother out, will ya?” Yeosang cuts you off urgently, the warning tone in his words hard to miss.

“Yeah, help your brother out, shorty,” Yunho snickers. Appalled by his blatant shamelessness, you scowl.

“I’m not that short—!”

“Still shorter than I am, shorty. Or do you prefer honey?”

World War III would’ve broken out right then and there if it weren’t for Yeosang’s death glare — you know, the look he has etched on his face whenever he means business and is willing to go so far and expose all of the nasty mishaps you’ve done in middle school, which is definitely something that should never see the light of day.

“I prefer neither,” you mutter after weighing the gravity of Yeosang’s wrath, avoiding any eyes before you set up the camera. Luckily, nobody further comments on that and eventually, everybody resumes practicing their parts of the songs.

Just in time as Mingi takes another short break to chug his water down, you stumble across a problem. “Uh, Yeosang? You should buy a new camera. This is still usable, but you might have to reset every ten minutes or so.”

A groan leaves him, followed by a shrill guitar riff, and you can see that he’d prefer death over spending money for a new one. “Can’t you just stay here during practice and reset it? You also get to hear some new tracks of the upcoming EP!” That fucker, he’s just too lazy to run forward and press a button every few minutes.

“I have to be on standby for the Block B ticket sale,” you lie. Technically, it’s not really a lie because you do plan on going to the Block B concert with Wooyoung, but 1) the ticket sale isn’t even today and 2) it’s always Wooyoung who buys the tickets. Yeosang doesn’t need to know that though. Any excuse is better than having to sit through practice and see if Yunho is as good as he claims.

Seems like Yeosang desperately doesn’t want to keep running back and forth to reset the camera as he suddenly says, “You can do it here too.��� You would argue that the garage has its separate WiFi and only the band members have access to it, but then: “You can use my laptop instead.”

And letting you use his laptop is something he never does. You failed to submit an assignment in time because your own laptop broke down and he didn’t let you borrow his computer for even that.

“Fine,” you sigh in defeat. Yeosang thanks you with a smile so obnoxiously sweet it makes you gag. When all he gets in return from you is the middle finger, his demeanor drops and he mutters something inaudible under his breath, pointing to the small table at the side where all their phones and laptops are lying before he goes back to the others.

Once all four of them are in position and ready to play, you press the record button before flipping yourself onto the old patchwork couch Yeosang bought at a garage sale for only thirty quid a few years back. To your surprise, Yeosang’s MacBook is already unlocked, the default wallpaper of mountains and northern lights quite jarring to your eyes.

When given the rare chance to have unlimited access to your sibling’s devices, it’s self-explanatory what to do. You either a) go through all of their accounts and find as much dirt as possible about them that serves as good material for future blackmail purposes or b) sign them up to as many online subscriptions as possible that will make them go crazy. Unfortunately, that doesn’t work on Yeosang because 1) he doesn’t mind online subscriptions, and 2) he never checks his email account, hence why his inbox is filled with over 2000 mails, a third of them most likely unopened. On top of that, his MacBook is strictly meant for work, so if you really wanted to find out his most embarrassing secrets, your only shot is his phone.

That being said, you’re left with option c) which is checking out Block B’s concert merch since that’s the only sensible thing you can do right now. Forget productivity; that isn’t doable when Yeosang’s deep timbre is blaring in your ears along with the instruments. To be honest, you really enjoy Stereowave’s music and that’s on their music, not because your brother is the lead singer. You’ve enjoyed each of their performances and perhaps you’ve been indulging in the privilege of hearing their new songs first.

But now that Yunho’s involved, suddenly the prospect of having a new favorite band sounds tempting. What was Yuqi’s favorite band again? Day6? You should take a closer look at their discography.

As much as you want to mute the sound, from San’s riffs to Mingi’s drum solo, you fail to do so. One moment you’re opening the search browser, and in the next, your eyes are set on the group. They’re practicing like they usually do; fun etched on their faces as they lose themselves in the music. Yeosang is singing as if he was performing in front of a million viewers while San improvises a solo on a whim. Mingi messes up the beat for a split second after failing to catch his stick and somehow, your eyes have zoomed in on Yunho. It doesn’t take you five seconds to realize:

Yunho is good.

While he might not seem as fired up as the other three, he’s visibly relaxed. Just like Seonghwa, he plays smoothly and isn’t overpowered by the others, but he seems to have an easier time gliding his fingers across the fingerboard. The bassline is easy to filter out, not the generic pattern you can find in every second pop song, yet still compliments the other instruments.

He can play, fair game. However, that’s the least of your worries. You’re more attentive to the ratio of his hands to the bass. His hands are larger than Seonghwa’s by far, no doubt. That makes sense given his height, maybe an inch taller than Mingi. But Mingi doesn’t have that big hands. Doesn’t that mean that Yunho’s body is disproportional?

Before you know it, you drag your gaze from his shoes up to his legs and stop at his hands briefly, only to proceed upwards until you see the cocky smirk and amused eyes directed at you. All clogs in your brain come to a stillstand and despite that, that’s when you realize you’ve been 1) enjoying his music, 2) checking him out, and 3) checking him out and caught red-handed.

It feels as if you were living on the sun instead of on Earth as you burn up in embarrassment. Knowing there’s no way you can deflect what you just did, you quickly turn back to the laptop, the Google search bar staring back at you.

You’re about to type in something when the search history pops up, catching your eyes. A gasp leaves you but it goes under the music, everyone too immersed in their own thing to notice the prevalent horror settling on your face.

exhibitionism

getting off in public

best crowded places to have sex and get away with it

You blink, thinking that your sleep deprivation got the worst out of you and that you’ve finally reached the stage where you start hallucinating. Except, you know you’re not hallucinating. After going through the words again and again, you know that you’re really not fucking hallucinating and that your nonexistent sleep cycle isn’t as bad as Yuqi makes it out to be.

When you said you wanted to dig up dirt on your brother, you didn’t mean it in the form of his kinks. Money can’t buy everything, but how you wish it could so you could unsee that shocking discovery.

Since this is Yeosang’s work computer and he’s signed into his Google account, he must make use of the drive to save a copy of his ideas. It probably won’t amount to anything since he’s the walking embodiment of staying unbothered, but writing him a note on his docs about how he’s made your life worse by not clearing his search history is better than staying silent.

You click on the little icon on the top right corner, expecting to see Yeosang’s name right above the email address. But then you see Yunho’s name instead, and suddenly everything makes much more sense.

This was never Yeosang’s laptop to begin with.

To say you’re at a loss of words is an understatement. There’s no way someone could have as little self-awareness and leave their laptop unlocked, let alone Yunho out of all people. Then again, the last thing you expected from him was to play the bass and blend well with the rest of the band as if he’s always been the bassist of Stereowave and not the newly found replacement.

This is absolutely bonkers. But:

You could have fun with it. Maybe it’s for the better that money can’t buy everything.

Besides dozens of articles about semi-public sex and even a blogpost titled Shagging in Broad Daylight for Dummies, his search history of the last 24 hours consists of many forum links discussing the morality of exhibitionism, conspiracy theories, and hand care guides. You wheeze when you see the private playlist he saved on his YouTube account; a collection of videos about filing your nails properly and the best hand cream brands for dry skin.

Yeosang calls in for a break, and everyone’s grateful for it. San lets out a relieved noise as he places his guitar on the stand before catching the water bottle Mingi chucks at him.

“My arms are beat,” Mingi complains.

San sends him an incredulous look and snorts, “All you do is bang! crash! ppang! while my throat is fucked! And so are my legs!”

“Not my fault if you keep doing your high pitched oows! while jumping around like a— like a cricket!”

“A cricket? Are you serious?”

“I’m tired, okay!”

“Then that means we should call it a day and go home and rest, right?”

“Choi San, I think you’re onto something.”

“Absolutely not,” Yeosang deadpans, causing the bickering duo to pout in sync. “We have lots to do especially since Yunho’s now part of the band.” When all he’s met with is an attempt of cute puppy eyes that rather looks like a bad rendition of any horror movie featuring creepy dolls, Yeosang sighs, “I ordered chicken for dinner and yes, it’s on me.”

In an instant, Mingi and San’s faces brighten up and they’re celebrating as if they won a free cruise to the Bahamas. They don’t hesitate to envelop Yeosang in a bear hug, crushing the life out of him. A chuckle escapes you at the sight of your brother wringing for his sanity. Sometimes you wonder how on Earth those three guys are the same three guys who perform in abandoned warehouses, jamming out their punk rock songs while looking all edgy (in a cool way that has at least half of their fans thirsting after them).

Meanwhile, Yunho drops himself on the other end of the couch. Propping his right leg on the coffee table in front, he digs around in his pockets before pulling something out.

“Since when do you file your nails?” You pointedly raise a brow at him. Although your extensive research on his browser history already answered that question, you ask him just for the sake of it.

“Hand care is important, shorty,” Yunho replies, keeping his eyes trained on his fingers as he works the file around a nail. “If Kageyama Tobio files his nails, I can too. But enough with the small talk, what do you want?”

“I didn’t peg you as an exhibitionist.”

His hand stops moving. Yunho looks up at you, irritation written all over his features. “Because I file my nails...? A bold assumption, honey.”

There’s a reason why Yunho has always gotten away with pretty much everything. He’s a good actor who’s able to feign innocence at any time. His posture is relaxed, voice genuinely sounding flabbergasted that not even your shit-eating grin can throw him off guard.

You can’t, but your proof will do the job.

“I never said it’s because of your hand fixation.” You turn the laptop screen his way and once his eyes flicker on it and decipher the words, his face falls. Gone is the faux-confusion; as all color drains from him, his eyes look like they’re about to fall out of their sockets. “Is it really a bold assumption now, honey?”

Yunho inhales sharply when you scoot closer to him and put a firm hand on his left leg, his laptop now closed and long forgotten. Your fingers are placed too high for it to be friendly, skimming lightly on the inside of his thigh. Yeosang and the others are busy minding their own business but the chance of getting caught in the act is still there. The simple realization has adrenaline running a hundred miles an hour in your veins, and with the way Yunho clenches his jaw — a desperate attempt to fight the groan that’s threatening in the back of his throat — you’re not the only one who’s aroused by the setup.

Slowly, your hand inches closer to his growing bulge. Before you can dare yet another experimental squeeze, Yunho’s hand surges forward and holds your wrist in a vice grip.

“Don’t,” he snarls through gritted teeth, but it sounds sadder than it is intimidating when he’s sporting a boner right in front of your eyes.

You cock your head to the side, almost in a mocking demeanor. “You sure? Think about it, it’s a win-win situation. You get to live out your exhibitionist right here in front of your new bandmates, and I get the confirmation that you’re into it. But if you really don’t want to…” you try to retreat your hand but Yunho doesn’t let you budge, hand still enclosed around yours. That won’t do as an answer.

“Which one is it? Say it, Yunho,” you assert, narrowing your eyes. Yunho looks distraught, feverishly biting his lip while he’s internally fighting with himself, but he eventually chokes out a response.

“As long as nobody notices—”

“You either say you want me to touch you or not. I don’t want any roundabout stories.”

“Touch me,” he whispers defeatedly and the grip on your hand disappears completely. “But I swear to God if anyone realizes what you’re doing— hhnh—!” he cuts himself off with a low moan when you cup him over the material of his jeans.

“Yes yes, I get it. I don’t need Yeosang to know about this,” you dismiss. “And oh wow, you’re getting hard fast when I’m just touching you over your pants.”

“Just get to it.”

The snappish attitude causes you to stop dead in your tracks. “You think you’re in the position to tell me what to do? I can be mean too, y’know,” you start nonchalantly, a stark contrast to the way your heart is shaking in your ribcage. The power you suddenly hold is exhilarating. “I could just leave you like this, and then you’d have to try to cover your situation down there while practice goes on. How would the others react if they only knew your dick is hard? Probably won’t take them too long to find out since standing for a long time can be tiring, hm?”

Yunho’s head lolls back in response as he’s struggling to keep his eyes open. His breathing is uneven and the resulting moan that follows suit makes you smirk. You lightly smack the inside of his thigh, causing another wave of arousal to rupture in him. He chokes out a hushed ‘f-fuck’ and at this point, the constriction around his cock must be bordering painful.

“Who would’ve thought that the big bad Jeong Yunho is actually a submissive bitch who’s hungry for attention?” you ask gleefully, delivering another slap before stroking the area. “Who would’ve fucking thought you were a sub?”

“I-I’m not— shit, s-stop that, hngh— a fucking sub.”

“Yeah yeah, say that to yourself.” You rip your gaze away from Yunho’s flushed face to check if the coast is clear before targeting his fisted hands. He stiffens when you pry his hand open and bring three digits to your lips, sticking your tongue out to give kitten licks to his fingertips before pushing them into your mouth. You hum, suck, swirl your tongue around his fingers, giggling when all he does is stare at you wordlessly, unable to form any coherent thoughts. “See? Not even once have you put up a fight.”

That seems to snap him out of his daze. In an instant, his eyes darken and his jaw clenches.

“Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me.”

You snicker, seeing through his bluff. “Wow, I’m so scared. What do you wanna do? Leave practice right now? Drag me to my room and pound me into the mattress?”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“You could never, sub.”

Whatever strands of self-control were still residing in Yunho have turned to dust by now. One moment he’s towering over you in full height, looking down on your sitting form in bitter distaste, and in the next, he’s dragging you out of the basement, unaffected by the sudden silence and Yeosang, Mingi and San’s confused expressions.

Once you’re in the living room, Yunho wastes no time crowding you against the wall and crashing his lips against yours. The kiss is a messy clash of teeth and tongues, but it leaves you hot and lightheaded and aching for more. Yunho knows no limits and snakes one arm around your waist to pull you closer to him, the other hand fisting your hair. He tugs harshly and the sharp sting sends all your nerves into a frenzy.

“Bedroom. Now.” The sudden huskiness in his tone catches you off guard and you wonder when his voice has ever sounded so rough. You moan into the kiss, fisting his shirt as you stumble your way to your bedroom.

Yunho pins you against the door once you’re in your bedroom. His lips are addictive, just like the groans he slips in kisses and his hands roaming your body. He gets rid of your clothes until you’re left in your underwear, then forces a knee between your legs to keep them from closing. Your eyes roll back at the friction, growing needier and hotter when he presses his thigh against you harder. 

When you finally pull away, his eyes are hooded and his lips are red and swollen. There’s no trace of inhibitions left in him as he watches you like a predator. With horror, you realize that the tables have turned, and when he easily locks both of your wrists above your head with one hand only, that’s when you know you’re undisputedly powerless against him.

“Who’s the sub now?” he pants, eyes sparkling with glee.

“Still y-you.” The response sounds pathetic to your own ears, but you have too big of an ego to admit it out loud. Yunho doesn’t buy it either if his quirked brow wasn’t telling enough.

“Still in denial, honey? I see. Guess I’ll have to do more then.” His free hand reaches down to tug on the waistband of your underwear, only to let it snap against your skin. The slight sting is enough to render your knees into mush and set fog into your vision. He does it again, and then he actually tugs the fabric down and you finally grab his motives.

“You’re bluffing— y-you wouldn’t put y-your fingers,” you ramble, hyperaware about how dangerously close his fingers are. Just when you think he’s about to shove a digit in, he pulls away completely.

“You know, you keep talking about my hands. It’s always my hands this, my hands that,” Yunho says casually, giving his nails a quick glance before meeting your eyes. “Rather than me having a hand fixation, it’s you who has a thing for hands. My hands specifically.”

You don’t like how every word is true. You don’t want to acknowledge that he’s correct. Verbally, because your body is moving on its own and has betrayed you long ago.

Yunho taps on your bottom lip and you comply reluctantly, letting him shove the same three fingers you sucked before. Mumbling unintelligible words under his breath, he watches intently as you hum around him, eyes fluttering shut when he slowly moves them in and out of your mouth. A whine escapes you when he pulls them out for good, soaked wet with your spit.

“Tell me.” Yunho grins, “Tell me what you like about them. Or else I’ll leave you hanging.” He’s not lying and you know it. The look he sends you is enough proof that he wouldn’t hesitate to leave you high and dry.

You don’t like how he’s stringing you on like a rag doll. You don’t like how he’s stripping you off your dignity step by step. Strangely enough, you feel yourself leaking and wanting nothing but his pretty long fingers inside of you.

“I like how they, agh I— I l-like how—” you stutter, losing all levels of rationality when he suddenly circles around your entrance. Yunho urges you to continue and it takes up all of your brainpower to pick up where you left off, “—they’re so long and big and pretty—”

“So you have a size kink.”

You stare at him in disbelief. Now that, that’s something he shouldn’t have deduced. “W-wha— I don’t!”

“Seems to me that you have one though. You kept stressing how big and bad and tall I was after all.” You stiffen. Did you? Did you really? You don’t recall saying it that many times but it's hard to think straight when Yunho still has your wrists above your head and is looking down at you in a downright patronizing way. It leaves you trembling pitifully, feeling called out and feeling so, so small.

He really wants you to hit your lowest peak because he doesn’t stop there. “Who’s the real sub here? Is it really me? Or is it you who likes feeling so short, small, tiny.” His smirk widens when your breath hitches ever so slightly. “I fucking knew it.”

“You don’t know shit,” you bark back, but to no avail. Your credibility has diminished the moment he caught up to your kinks.

“Say whatever you want but that won’t change the fact that you’re tiny baby,” he pauses, takes his bottom lip between his teeth as he’s giving you a thorough once-over and then enunciates the next syllables with such clarity that forces time to stop, “My tiny, helpless baby.”

The pet name breaks you. It’s the final trigger that takes all your inhibitions away and the pathetic size of an ego that was left in your stubborn head.

“Please,” your voice cracks but that’s the least of your worries. You can’t move, can’t talk back, and won’t get anything in return. Yunho is right in front of you, finding satisfaction in your internal destruction and yet, after all of the things he’s slaughtered you to, he won’t give you anything in return.

“Just a little bit more, baby. I’ll give you what you want if you repeat after me; I’m your—”

“I’m your tiny, helpless baby who desperately wants you to fuck me.” Yunho is mildly taken aback that you were still able to think and get it right before he even finished his sentence. “Now get on to it, Yunho. Please.”

You’re sniffling at this point, begging for any kind of stimulation that shoots you to the stars. You’re fucking sniffling, and that’s all it takes for Yunho to manhandle you on the bed. A gasp escapes you, not expecting this turn of events at all. It all happens in a flash and the next thing you know, you’re on all fours, face buried in the pillow.

“Yunho, I t-thought y-you’d fuck me,” you complain, glancing behind to see what’s taking him so long. Your mouth waters at the sight.

“Patience, baby,” he says as he’s unbuckling his belt, taking his sweet time. You rub your legs together to ease the tension, but you can’t really say you’re not enjoying the show. Yunho’s lean, slightly defined, and once he’s only left in his underwear, you swallow heavily. There’s a large, dark patch on the fabric and the bulge seems more prominent than before.

If your mouth was only watering, you’re drooling by now. Yunho takes off his boxers, revealing his painfully hard cock, tip red and oozing precum. Just like the rest of him, he’s abnormally huge.

You have two thoughts. One: Fuck, you want him. Now. Two:

“That’s never going to fit inside of me.”

“Oh it will,” he says with such confidence it gives you shivers. “I’ll pound you into the mattress and you’ll take it all.”

He grabs you by your thighs to pull you closer to him before positioning himself right behind you. “W-wait!” you cry, heart suddenly feeling heavy in your chest, “D-don’t just put it in without prep— o-oh, hnngh—” your body feels like jelly when Yunho presses two spit-coated fingers past your entrance, stretching you out with finesse.

“I’m not that heartless,” he chuckles amusedly, right at the same time he curls his digits right against your sweet spot, sending you headfirst into bliss. “You’re so small you wouldn’t be able to take an inch without prep.”

You only whine into the pillow, arching your back as he continues his ministrations. Once Yunho deems you stretched out enough, he retreats his fingers and replaces them immediately with his cock.

The difference is like night and day. It’s like his fingers didn’t amount to anything compared to this. The high-pitched cry that escapes you is loud as you grasp onto the pillow for dear life.

“How can you be so big?” you pant. There’s no way he’s past four inches deep inside of you. You’re far from being filled, but your walls are already clenching hard around him.

“Bassists do it deeper for a reason.” The innuendo is tacky but in your current headspace, it sounds like the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard. Yunho stills his hips, letting you get used to him. “How are you feeling?”

“Guh—” he chuckles at your inability to form coherent words, let alone thoughts. “So big.”

“You’ll get used to it, honey.” He leans forward to pet your hair. “Tell me when I can move,” he adds gently, and you swear you could melt right then.

It takes you a moment to get your breathing steady, and then he pushes more of his length inside. Whimpering, you writhe beneath him, feeling as if you’re being torn apart. Meanwhile, he’s breathing hard through his nose, trying his damn hardest to go as slow as possible. At a certain point, Yunho stops pressing for more and pulls out ever so slightly before rocking his hips back forward. It starts out slowly, but he gradually picks up the pace and you lose yourself into him.

“Faster,” you moan, bending your back for an even deeper angle. “Hnngh, so full. Want m-more.”

“You were right, you can’t take me to the hilt.” Yunho readjusts his grip on his hips and you know that bruises are going to last until the end of the week. “God, you’re so fucking small that you can’t take me to the fucking hilt.”

Your vision turns foggy once the meaning gets through you. Now that he’s saying it, how much of his cock is inside of you? Half of it? A third? He’s stretching you out so well, filling you up so impossibly deep and that wasn’t even his everything?

“That’s not— want more of you, all of you,” you stammer, not realizing what you’re even saying. “Baby wants all of you.” God, you’re so drunk and desperate for his cock that you can’t refer yourself in the first person anymore.

Yunho reacts just as perplexed, eyes widening. His hips still once more, and though you’d want to shout at him to keep on moving, you don’t find the energy to move your head, or even lift a finger.

“So fucking greedy,” he growls, pulling out of you completely. Not even a second later, he flips you around on your back so that you’re facing him dead in the eye, and then he pushes back in. The new position has you gurgling on broken words as your arms flail around for dear life.

Yunho throws a leg over his shoulder, creating a deeper angle. You don’t know if he’s actually giving you more if he’s managed to force more of him into you. All you register is the messy squelch of liquids and your moans bouncing off the walls. You can’t even see properly, everything a blur and a mix of different colors.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimper, sensing your demise nearing closer and closer.

“Then cum,” Yunho orders in between groans, then adds in a louder voice, “You hear that baby? Cum and make a mess out of yourself.”

Your orgasm crashes onto you in a big singular wave as you tremble under his frame, walls clenching around him tightly. His name leaves your mouth like a mantra as you continue to convulse. Yunho pulls out moments later, just to spurt white on your abdomen. His face is flushed and beads of sweat are forming on his forehead while he jerks himself dry.

It’s a miracle that Yunho hasn’t toppled on you once he slowly comes down from his high. The fog in your vision clears up gradually, but your limbs are as good as worthless. You won’t be able to move freely for a good day or two.

As you continue to blink at the ceiling, only finding the energy to breathe, Yunho grabs the box of tissues from your nightstand and wipes himself off before doing the same to you. His touch is gentle unlike before, and you’d thank him if your vocal cords were still functioning.

You’re about to drift to sleep until he suddenly leans down and pecks your lips. In an instant, you narrow your eyes at him and ask, “What was that for?”

“You had some cum on your lip. I wanted to taste too.” Yunho smiles cheekily and runs his tongue against his bottom lip, then grimaces. “It tastes... yikes.”

He cleans you up in silence before plopping onto the bed right next to you. No words are exchanged up until you say, “Yeosang is going to kill you.”

“He can’t afford to kill me. He needs me for the band,” he muses.

“He’ll still kill you.”

“I appreciate the concern, honey.”

“Just scram back to practice.”

“Don’t you want to go to the bathroom first?”

“I can do it myself.”

“Oh really?”

“... Yunho, help me on my legs and then scram back to practice.”

Meanwhile, back in the basement, the guys are waiting for their bandmate to come back so they can finally finish practice and then eat chicken.

“You sure (y/n) and Yunho are only childhood enemies? They’ve been going at it like rabbits if he isn’t back here yet!” San exclaims, throwing his arms up for dramatic effect.

Mingi can’t counter that because San has a point, so he whips his head to Yeosang. “Dude, you sure they’re not in a relationship? They have to be at least fuckbuddies! Or fuckrivals? Fuckenemies? Or…”

“I do not know and I do not care,” Yeosang says blankly, looking like he’s about to bang his head against the wall because he sure won’t walk into your room and curse his eyes for the rest of his life. Damnit, all he wants is to practice and get the band together; their next gig is only a few weeks away. “In fact, I want to unsee what I just saw and unhear what you just said.”

[cherryonigiri]

S/O that thirsts over anime/game guys

reposted bc wasn’t showing up in the tags + I want to keep nsfw under the cut

@nononononojustno asked: Okay so could you write a headcanon where 2 random boys (can you pick then? I love all of boys from hq) and Ushi-kun where they walk on their gfs fangirling or thirsting over another anime/game character?And she was talking how hot he is? How they would react?👀😂 have a great day/night and dont forget to eat and get rest, love you💕

A/N: hahahahaha i laughed while writing this. FYI these are all based on legit crushes i had on anime/game characters at some point in my life - see if you’ve watched the shows i’ve watched :) ILY I PROMISE I’M DOING MY BEST TO EAT THREE MEALS A DAY AND GET ADEQUATE SLEEP MWAH. also i went overboard and added an extra boy bc why not. These are a little shorter since there were 4 characters but I hope you enjoy!

Content warning: implied nsfw for Atsumu + slight nsfw hcs for Matsukawa (both are under the cut)

PS: If anyone wants a spicy sequel/one shot for matsukawa i’m open to the idea 👀👀 let me know in my inbox!

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima definitely knows you’re into anime + games

Having visited your dorm room on multiple occasions he’s seen your extensive collection of manga, anime posters and you always seem to be playing on your switch whenever you have free time

Of course, he notices a significant portion of your collection is centered on male characters

And you’ve definitely mentioned a few games to him - Ikemen Sengoku, Code:Realize, Hakuouki (wow i’m really out here exposing myself) etc.

He doesn’t really mind though? Like - at the end of the day these are 2D men, whereas he is a very real boyfriend

At least he thinks he doesn’t mind

Recently, he notices that you seem to be on your phone a lot, and you seem to be texting the same group chat very often

He asks why and you laugh - it’s not actual text messages you’re just trying out a new otome/simulation game called Mystic Messenger. He finds the name silly but he just brushes it off he’s definitely J E A L O U S

Until one day he walks into your room while you’re calling one of your friends to freak out about that specific game

You sound kind of teary from outside the door “Oh MY GOD OH MY GOD I GOT THE GOOD ENDING WITH JUMIN!” and “[friend name] I THINK I CAN DIE HAPPY I’M MARRIED TO JUMIN HAN WHAT MORE DO I NEED IN LIFE” and “HE’S SO FREAKING ATTRACTIVE UGH I AM BLESSED”

He’s like who TF is Jumin and immediately bursts into your room looking pissed off

Poor babie is all like “you’re married?” and “if you had someone else you were interested in you should have told me.” “Who is this Jumin Han???” 🧐

Oh my god you start cackling, but you manage to tell him that NO you are not married and that Jumin Han is a fictional character from the game you’re playing

Ushijima looks confused after you explain - why would you find fictional men attractive when you’re already dating him?

Tendou almost dies laughing the next day when Ushijima tells him about what happened

Oikawa Tooru

Since practice finishes pretty late he usually goes to see you at your house at night, but tonight things wrapped up earlier - he’s excited to spend more time with you

You’ve finished up most of your homework so you’ve just been rewatching Attack on Titan since you’re super excited for the new season

You’re kinda distracted/have headphones on so you don’t hear your boyfriend knock on the front door. Your mom answers it and lets him in and he climbs the stairs

He can hear your fangirling (freaking out) over something as he walks towards your room

You jump in surprise when he opens the door, because you thought he would be a bit later but immediately release your pent up excitement

“Tooru just LOOK at him he’s such a bad ass like oh my gosh he literally has swords and he’s still running around slaying the MPs who have guns. God whenever he gets angry he looks so hot,” etc. etc.

You’re shoving your laptop in his face, showing him gifs and video of attack on titan, specifically the captain of the survey corps that you are obsessed with

Tooru gets it - for him its space, shitty alien films and astronomy. For you it’s video games and anime - or more specifically, handsome characters from said franchises

Even though he understand that it’s something you’re passionate about he still makes a whole show about whining how you’re in love with Levi Ackerman (lmao i still thirst over our favorite captain) instead of him

“y/n i’m taller than him! And more handsome! He has blood on him all the time! And he’s super annoying because he’s obsessed with cleaning.” *cue pouty Tooru*

You probably shouldn’t tell him that you are an avid follower of the levi x reader tag on tumblr

Tooru still somehow finds out you’re also reading reader insert fanfic and goes BERSERK with his pouting and whining - literally everyone and their mothers have heard his sob story about how “his darling y/n is leaving me for a short germaphobic asshole”

The rest of the team finds it hilarious - the end up pranking him by posting pictures of Levi in his school locker or texting them in the volleyball groupchat (Oikawa is Suffering™)

Makki and Mattsun get him a Levi keychain for his birthday and cackle when he chucks it violently into the nearest trash can

Miya Atsumu

Doesn’t really know you’re into anime/gaming at first

I don’t think that’s on purpose - Atsumu just has such a one track mind when it comes to volleyball and he’s always busy with practice

so he just kinda doesn’t really give all the anime merch in your room a second glance even though it’s a dead giveaway

I bet Atsumu secretly watches some superhero anime - probably shounen stuff like My Hero Academia, one punch man etc.

He probably starts to notice you’re into anime/games because you’ll play games on your phone/gaming device all the time

One day he notices you’re giggling + blushing while looking at your screen. He’s curious to he heads over to you when coach says they can have a break

Peeks over your shoulder because he wants to know what you’re playing - but instead he’s greeted by some 2D samurai guy called Harada Sanosuke asking you to marry him

“Huh, I didn’t know you were into this kinda stuff y/n” tries to sound playful but internally he is screaming / ?????? WOT I DIDN’T KNOW MY S/O WAS INTO OTOME GAMES

Atsumus pretty chill about it at first, he probably teases you a lot about playing the game but isn’t really bugged about it

“Maybe you should thirst over your boyfriend instead of a fictional character babe~”

I mean - he knows he’s attractive and why be jealous? You only really play the game when he’s busy and you don’t really let the game play seep into your dates/hangouts

But one time he walks in on you reading some ~spicy~ hakuouki x reader fanfic and he’s like are u serious

Like you were lowkey quiet screaming to yourself and muttering “omg omg omg” when he walked in and you definitely tried to close your laptop so he couldn’t see what was open in your browser

Too bad Atsumu has mad reflexes and manages to prevent you from making your computer go to sleep

Briefly skims whatever it was that you were reading and smirks at you

“Hey, if you really want something like this, why don’t you let your real boyfriend deliver” before kissing you

Matsukawa Issei

Look, Issei just wants a chill movie/tv show night where the two of you can bundle up on the couch and binge whatever anime you feel like

Has everything set up - this man is ready to go: snacks? he has all of your favorites, couch? filled with soft pillows + multiple pillows. Attire? Comfy sweatpants shirtless 🥵

Last time he chose the series for your binge sleepover so he let you choose what the two of you were gonna watch this time

Turns out you decided to watch Psycho-Pass - it seemed like a pretty cool show, he was down with the whole dystopia/psychological concept

Starts out pretty normal, is appreciating the action + mystery elements and is glad that you chose that show

About halfway through the anime you two decide to take a break - he goes to the kitchen to refill your snacks, leaving to stretch you back.

When he comes back with more food, he notices that you’re hunched over your phone, typing something

He sneaks up behind you after he puts the food down, “Whatcha reading there babe?” You squeak and try to hide your phone, but not before he sees the words kougami x reader typed into your tumblr search bar

Lit-rally exCuSE me what - he’s not mad (more amused than anything else) but he also kind wants to tease you (bc Mattsun is a little shit)

“Is that the reason you wanted to watch this show?” he asks playfully. “He’s pretty hot tho, I kinda agree with you there babe.”

Now that he’s released the floodgate, he can’t stop your occasional comments like “omg how does he look so GOOD when he’s punching someone” or “he could shoot me with his dominator and i’d still say thank you”

The thirst comments are kinda getting to him, so he decides to take things in a different direction

“Let me what I can show you with my dominator~” L M A O I’M SORRY THIS EXISTS

Suddenly you’re being pulled onto his lap, and pressed against his bare chest, Issei barely gives you time to adjust before he’s kissing you roughly, tongue plunging into your mouth

His hands wrap around your hips pressing your core closer to his own, and you can feel his hard-on pressing into your stomach

He’ll be sure to suck a dark hickey onto the side of your neck and his hands travel under your shirt, just to remind you who your real boyfriend is

Needless to say, you won’t remember a single thing about the second half of the show after the night is over couch sex? Couch sex 😏

[vermillioncrown]

What's your music taste? What do you listen to? Have you listened to "The Amazing Devil"?

answering the most concrete part of this ask first:

i have not listened to the amazing devil, and i gave them a shot after reading this ask. it's palatable, but a bit sideways from my tastes. i'd prefer the sound either just their instrumentals, or their singing with non-folksy accompaniment. it reminds me of folksy nightwish (i like nightwish a lot).

on my 'tastes' and what i listen to:

my music taste is stuff you see on dbd and mrts, and if that's not enough to extrapolate i have also answered x, x, x, x

(don't read more if that's all you want to know, i have to rant)

i'll be real honest w you anon and no offense to you - i fucking hate that question. it's the type of question that puts my brain on computational hold because there's no simple answer, and that's not me being snooty about being ~complicated~. i want to be honest. i want to give an answer. i don't want to give the wrong impression because it's wrong.

this question literally haunted my days and nights since it was first sent to my inbox and i read it in my email notifications. i've stood downstairs, in the dark kitchen, overfilling my water cup because i was pondering this shit. tripped over my cat still thinking about this ask.

'how would you describe my tastes?' i was asking my loved ones. because...

1) i hate sharing my thoughts on my 'tastes' bc personal hangups

2) i geniunely don't know

i don't like all music in a genre that i typically listen to. hell, i don't even like all the songs of an artist of a song i blast on repeat over and over. music is categorized as:

- soothes the beast, will play on repeat until i die or lose my hearing

- i don't mind it in a playlist or over the aux

- my brain immediately wipes the song from memory as soon as it's finished

- i'll be impolite and ask you to skip it when it comes up, even if you have driver's privilege to play whatever you want

- i want the artist dead/i'm jumping out of the car/i'm leaving the room/you've put me on aggro

example: the only artist that i like 90%+ of their songs (and it's dropped to a high 80%) is muse. and then people will go, 'oh, you like prog rock and british rock' and they'll be wrong bc i do not tolerate the other stuff people usually lump them with. i only like one song each from keane and oasis. i only like old radiohead. i can't even remember a single song of coldplay. and i hate most british rock bc it has that tinny garage band sound in its production that makes my lips pucker like a suburban mom disapproving of their kid's grades.

and yet, i love that same texture in ling toshite shigure. but they also accompany it with math rock elements so i guess it makes it tolerable in that context

(actually on artists, no, i like all/most of blank banshee and danger. and that's vaporwave and synthwave)

'okay, verm, you like synthwave, vaporwave, beepboops, all that' no i don't. my bf makes synthwave adjacent music and likes that era/genre. he'll try to suggest artists based on what i'm listening to and i just get mad 'thank you but i hate it'. or he'll see my face when he's playing something over the aux and 'okay i thought you would like this but we'll just skip along'

'i can't say what your tastes are. it's hit or miss. you only like songs; not artists, not genres.'

and there is a pattern to the songs i like. there's a 'bounce' to them, even if they're sad or low-energy. there's a cyclical aspect, something that pulls. it's not bass, mids, trebles (although you can see i like a lot of dance or electronic music w bass, i love basslines, but then i love the mids and trebles of my fave pop songs)

i don't care too much about vocals, but if you start singing some stupid shit, i'll leave

but i also fucking listen to gucci gang seriously.

and if you're too serious and on the nose with your lyrics, i'm embarrassed for you and need to punch whatever is playing that song. so much indie rock is me just "clean your fuckin mess up i don't want you to revel in your own shit"

not every song i listen to is about love. or sad shit. or whatever.

you'll ask, 'verm what do you listen to?'

my spotify playlists are skewed towards pop right now bc that's what gets me done w work. and then i'll go on youtube and fucking loop the shitty rendition of 'my heart will go on' played on recorder unironically. i listen to thomas the tank engine/rap remixes. the joke songs that twoset violin made w their producer friend, i have that shit on listenonrepeat.

my plays will also show that i've never stopped listening to chop suey since i've first gotten spotify, and i've listened to it even before that. i test every new sound system/audio thing with these few songs:

- system of a down - chop suey

- muse - map of the problematique

- bts - blood, sweat, tears

- beethoven's 7th symphony

- two steps from hell - protectors of the earth

- jay chou - hair like snow

- lady gaga - telephone

like, what's even the commonality of all this?! you tell me what my tastes are; might as well and full-on hire you as a therapist too

it's easier to say what i don't like. but i don't like saying what i don't like because i didn't like it when people would go 'ugh i hate that music/song/etc' and enjoyment of music is such a personal thing. it's a close second to someone directly saying they hate you. and i don't like thinking that i've made someone else feel that way.

and that's on my music tastes and what i listen to.

[therealsehinton]

I know Shepard day is pretty much over but I kinda headcanon that the Shepard parents are actually living in a different state for work and often send money to Tim so the kids can live. Their parents had never been the best caretakers, like they never physically or emotionally abused them, they just kinda forgot they had children sometimes. So Tim had to put on the responsibility of parenting the other two.

I also headcanon Tim starting out good on parenting but then becoming an asshole. Him and Angela had a decent relationship but when it comes to Curly. Let's just say, Curly would call to tell Angela he wasn't coming home because he thought Tim was angry. Tim was still in high-school during all this so he was getting education while helping his siblings as well, ans sometimes his anger was bad. It was never pointed at Angela though. He somehow couldn't be mad at her, Curly though. He could somehow always be mad at him, no matter how small of a mistake he made. Curls was so tired of it that he would get put into the cooler on purpose. At least he wasn't being told how useless he was there.

Finally after one night though it was the last straw. For Angela, that is. Curly had decided to come home that night, mostly to talk to Angela but Tim got to him first. It was just shouting and Curly was crying. Tim was crying.

"DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED I'VE BEEN-"

"W-well if you were nicer you wouldn't h-ha-have to worry!!! I would be right he-here every night!!"

Angela had just walked in when Tim finally threw a punch at Curly, making her act quick on her feet to slam Tim up against the wall. Curly ran off after that and Angela was right behind him.

So unlike the Curtis incident.

Curly was easily caught by his older sibling and dragged back home. She let him sleep in her room and refused to let the worried Tim go near her room. Finally the next day when Angela wasn't home, Tim snuck back home to see if Vurly was alright. Turns out he was real sick. Had a trash can next to the bed and a tissue box, was only wearing one of Tim's old shirts and his boxers. The sight of him made Tim feel so guilty and angry at him. He slowly went over, adjusting the rag on Curly's forehead. This made Curly jump away and flinch at seeing Tim.

"Wait, Tim I can e-explain plea-"

His dumb plea was cut off by Tim hugging him gently. It was one of the first nice moments they've had since their parents left them. It was nice but Curly cringed in pain. Tim moved back to see...

Turns out, all that sickness was because of a stab wound that was badly cleaned and covered up. So Tim ended up taking Curly to the hospital.

After school Tim was on the couch waiting for Angela. When she got home he explained to her about what happened and they soon visited their kid brother. It was a nice family talk between them all, even though they were there for a not so good reason.

After that Tim started to lay off on the yelling and helped Curly a bit more, even though the kid told him countless times that he wanted to drop out.

So yeah. Curly still gets in trouble with the law bc why not, it's fun.

Angela is an amazing sister and I'm in love with her.

And Tim is... well, hardworking high-school that is cold and tough.

Its a dysfunctional family, but they're trying.

[If there are any misspellings i apologize.]

[Also this is all a headcanon]

-🦝B. Stout🦝

awww i like this a lot, that's so bittersweet honestly. and I actually agree for the most part, I also hc that tim and curly have a very strained relationship! this was such a nice thing to get in my inbox

[bluu-m0on]

ok but what if i came by your inbox every once in a while to ask you oddly specific and random questions so i can get to know you more? 🥺👉👈

FIRST ONE WOULD BE:

would you rather have street food or fast food right now?

✨✨✨HAPPY TRAIN NOISES ✨✨✨

fun fact: despite being a filipino, i actually havent tried a LOT of street food. granted the street food outside my past highschool was hot and filthy as all hell, I don’t really blame myself for not eating. My college didn’t have street food until the evening, and even then, there were still a lot of affordable places we could eat dinner at if it wasn’t full, or we just took take outs; i didn’t want to stick around dinner usually, and my mom still picks me up from my uni to our apartment nearby. THAT or i just go straight home right after my classes bc i’d rather be in my bed already 😂

NOT EVEN ISAW, KWEK KWEK, MARUYA, OR ISKRAMBOL 😂.

The only thing ive eaten that counts as street food is fishballs, since it was the only stall that looked relatively safe and “clean enough” 😂

so by default, fastfood. preferrably Jollibee, KFC, and if I have some cash to burn, Burger King. Mcdonalds is aight to me as long as its the saver meals ✨

[bolbianddolanhouse]

Book 2 FAQ!

Book 1 FAQ Beginning of Book 2

Dang y’all, 14 chapters done for Book 2! It’s been a little bit of a struggle to hash them out on time BUT I deliver. I’ve asked, y’all keyboard smashed in my inbox...let’s get INTO IT!

4 KIDS?!

Yep. And all 4 of them are full of personality! I guess I dreamt them up to convey all of the unspoken parts of the My Hero universe (canon or not). 

Are the kid’s names in relation to their abilities?

No unfortunately, they’re names are based on their personalities/the major event that happened around the time they were born (no spoilers about it tho! Gotta read book 3 to know why!). Lili Perla is based off of Pearl from Steven Universe and their character type. Iwata El Roca is a nod to Luchador’s names and a character that passed away in the AU to honor them. Tensei Oro is a play on their family position, Tensei was the first born twin and his uncle was the first born, Oro is spanish for ‘gold’ and it’s a play on being first (ya know, because they give gold medals for 1st place!). Hanaka Rosa is a double trope name, Hanaka (Japanese: hana- flower, ka- power) is a nod to the tough girls with flower names in anime and Rosa (spanish: Rose) is a name used in telenovelas as the woman that causes all the romantic tension. I did the whole Japanese first name, Spanish middle name because thats what I want to do when I do have kids.

Why did Mineta have to be in this AU?

I hear you! The thing is that I DREAMT it like this. He’s the slightly incompetent teacher that gets dunked on by the parents. Good news is that he’s single and isn’t as gross in this part of the AU. He’s this AU’s punching bag if you will.

It was weird when you wrote in hate-crime/dorm incident bc I didn’t think about it that way...Why did you decide to explore it?

That part felt important to me to write. Yes the canon shows like actual crimes of different intensities, but not nessatreily hate-crimes done in schools. As you know, being LGBTQA+ in grade school is a terrifying thing to express if don’t want to stand out. The constant fear of peers judging you, bullies hurting you and teachers that seemingly don’t care about you if you come out is enough to silence anybody. Imagine that but in a hero school?! The hate-crime would be a villainous act and the culprit would have to do desperate measures to make sure nobody rats on them to maintain a clean image/record. Plus on the flip side, any ally that stands up for their oppressed peer is hailed the hero but they wouldn’t have to stand up for them if there were real consequences and punishment for the bullies. So in the AU, I wrote it how I’d want such hate-crimes to be handled. Not only justice but also accommodations for the victim.

The Mcdonalds order cracks me up! What is your Mcdonalds order?

I throughly enjoyed the Mcdonalds order part too. It’s a nod to the proposal in Book 1 when they went to Mcdonalds before the peer over. I wrote it to show that the family goes every now and then. My order is: Triple Cheeseburger, Large fries, Large sweet tea, 2 sausage and egg McMuffins & a cone. And yes, there will be a Mcdonalds order for every child because it drives the plot.

Will there be more interactions with the pro heroes from the canon series?

YES! Though old, theres more interactions planned with them. Of course, it’s all in Book 3 (trying not to spoil anything!).

Is it spoiler if you tell us if your kids (or one of them) becomes a villain?

I’ll tell y’all right now....NONE of my kids becomes a villain. It might look like one or two of them might from the way I wrote them but they’re just latina.

Will one of your kids be the next Ingenium?

Yes but I won’t tell you which one. But I can’t wait to reveal it to y'all!

I see all the call-backs to your self insert character’s past...Is it alluding to the conclusion?

I dreamt it as such and I fixed it in writing as a way to come full circle. Notice that Lili didn’t get any of her mom’s past from her mom? It wasn’t until when she confronted her on the couch in chapter 13. Even then, it wasn’t the full story nor did it fill in all the cracks and time skips after her mom’s time at UA. In Book 3, we explore more of the past. The conclusion is yet to be revealed.

How big is that house?!

It’s a little hard to explain? I want to say its big but parts of the house are disproportionate. It’s a two story house with no attic nor basement, 3 bath room, Master bedroom, 2 large bedrooms, office space, guest room, full kitchen, dining room, large living room, three car garage and a decent size backyard. What I’m trying to say that it’s big enough for that chaotic ass family.

Where’s Aizawa?!

Let the mans rest! He’s alive but he’s busy being a grandpa and taking naps. 

Canon villains OwO?

Y’all ate UP the Dabi surrender in Book 1 and his little mention in Book 2. But in this AU (not to spoil anything to anime only and manga dabblers) the League of Villains are still rampant but dispersed. In Book 3 (and part of Book 4) they pop in to drive the plot from a canon storyline. In the series, the rookie Hawks has been seen as a double agent and exposes a corrupt Hero Society. Same concept but in this AU, Hawks has gone missing when he failed to kill Best Jeanist. Here’s where the kids go into play BUT more on that as the plot progresses!

I really want to see art of these OCs! I wanna see how Iida’s genes transferred over to his kids!

I hear y'all! I’ve slid into DM during commission windows and have the means to pay for some line art at least...but with no responses. I’ve got my self insert character done in this post if you wanna check it out plus the artist was super sweet during the whole process. I may commission them again when they got a window of commissions open. But I may do a lineart of the kid’s faces in the near future.

What if....hypothetically....Shinso stayed?

Oh boy, okay so the Shinso stans have BOMBARDED my asks since the last arc of Book 1. So what if Shinso stayed...obviously I wouldn’t have 4 kids, just the one that we were gonna have. We wouldn’t be married and overall just be loveless the more we see our friends get married and start families. The company would still be there but delayed by 5 years or so. Our son would grow up to convince me and Shinso to separate when they get at around High school age. Tenya still wouldn’t have said anything but done the reunited part differently. I would’ve considered cheating but morals would’ve stopped me. Eventually, when our son decides to move out, we’d stay as housemates and basically die alone....aren’t you glad this AU isn’t such a downer?! Luckily things are patched up with my self insert and Shinso, because he comes into play in Book 3!

Eri Nurse! In your AU!

Yup! I’ve actually read some NurseEri! AUs on twitter and Tumblr (btw, some of y’all that like my posts have good taste in fics!) and it manifested in my dreams and created UA Nurse Eri. She shows up a few more times in the AU, so don’t fret if Eri is your fave.

Is it okay if I follow you on a different platform? Do you have another social media that I can follow you on?

You can follow me on Twitter (@oketsusama). It’s my personal twitter that I repost memes and get my news from. So it’s not as poppin as my Tumblr, but at least it’s AU free over there lmao.

What’s you favorite rare pair in the My Hero canon storyline?

Oh! and DON’T hate me, but I stan the Sero x Iida rare pair! There’s crumbs of the pair on twitter and here but the ones that I did read got me in tears. If you haven’t seen this tag on twitter and Tumblr, DO IT! The one on twitter had a lot of angst in it and it got me HOOKED on some of that goofball with their geeky partner energy.

Not a question, but I like your //Palma-sama Speaks in the tags. They’re funny and makes your posts that much more personalized.

I will cry! Thanks for reading that far! I like doing the ‘talking in the tags’ thing to basically point out the callbacks to new readers that stumbled upon that chapter of the AU. 

How long is this AU?!

It’s quite long BUT the ending is marvelous, trust. 

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Thanks for reading! That’s all the asks for now, keep asking them! I love reading them. Next is the finale of Book 2! Everything will still come out 2-3 days of each other until further notice. Stay safe, drink water!

-Palma-Sama

[baejoonyoung-archive]

✨ /tagged/my+gifs i have a lot and my older ones tend to be bad so feel free to only look at newer sets if you want a;dsfkja;fkda;kfda;fdk

first off im so sorry, its been like 2 weeks 😭😭😭 but i gotta be in the right frame of mind for these asks, bc i want to compliment everyone with the same enthusiasm and sincerity; i’m sorry it took me so long :(

one. idk but the sharpening on this set is a+++, 

two. the colouring on this hongjoong set is my favourite! it’s so warm? and so nice and pleasing to look at 😌

three. this set u made for yeosang’s birthday!!! 👏👏👏👏 compilation sets are hard to do, but u did this one wonderfully! idk how u did it, but they all match well too!!!!

four. im a sucker for big gifs, which again are difficult to do well; but this joshua one is pretty!! the colouring is really nice and vibrant!

five. I KNOW i’m repeating myself but just the colouring and sharpening for this san set AGAIN is so satisfying and clean; i love it 😔💞 (ironic that u say in the tags u dont like those gifs, we can agree to disagree LMAO)

please don’t send me anymore of these asks i need to finish the ones in my inbox!

[leaffgreen]

Mask x Skull?

sorry for the wait!! totally forgot about the last few asks in my inbox dijfgnifguh

How do much do I ship it?: Never heard of it/ Notp / Dislike / used to ship / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / IS IT CANON YET?

What non sexual activities do they like to do together?literally anything as long as its indoors, out of the sun. they both sunburn pretty easily and allergies are a BITCH outdoors, usually play video games like smash bros or kart

Who does chores around the house?i wanna say mask? they’re both relatively clean people so they tidy up after themselves but mask finds it kinda exhilarating to get all of the housework done in one go

Who’s the better cook?neither of them are trusted with cooking appliances so, army

What do they fight about?what movie they’re gonna watch, what game they’re gonna play, etc.. mask’s a fuckin insomniac so he often ends up bickering with skull bcs he accidentally woke him up  at 5am and mask’s lack of time awareness is TEARING this family APART, KAREN

Who cried at the end of Marley and me?skull.

Who always wins at Mario kart?its usually mask, on the harder maps like rainbow road, but skull is somehow REALLY good at the more standard ones that you’d expect mask to be a god at

One thing I like about this ship?they’re just. they’re so fuckin bizarre it works so nicely

One thing I don’t like about the ship?skull dont have any eyebrows and i cant stop thinking about it whenever his name is so much as MENTIONED

The song I would say fits them?sit next to me by foster the people!!

Another headcanon about the paring? (Free space)skull is the only one out of the S4 to have seen mask willingly take off his gas mask..he has a lot of faint freckles and skull’s heart MELTS whenever he sees mask’s full face

[ca1e70-deactivated]

a list of my entirely way too niche headcanons ive actually implemented for everyones imagination:

name options ive used and refuse to retire: david elizabeth strider (sometimes i dont feel like being a douche to others and saying thats not his name), harley davidson strider, and david james strider for the sake of simplicity

im not gonna tell yall the like. oc exes ive given him bc thatll take eighteen years. 

i dont rlly have an explanation on the ghost thing besides the fact he just can? ive occasionally pulled from family ghost stories and experiences bc i somehow got landed with family members who lived in a haunted house for a decade and enjoy scaring me with all the stories (including the time my cousin literally died on the kitchen floor from a bronchial spasm and one of the friends that was over asked my aunt later what was up with the old man she saw in the corner of the room that night - my cousin is fine btw shes just a huge bitch and a third grade teacher and i dont like her)

whether or not hes done drugs is based on absolutely nothing besides how im feeling in that moment. either hes the designated driver and sober friend forever or he got fired from his job after doing a line at work during graveyard with some random customers theres no inbetween (this absolutely happened @ waho. if dave works at waho hes a mess of a person and thats on the diner itself.)

ok look i hc dave w/schizophrenia besides when i was 14 i had a hyperfixation with learning about it and then at 16 was prescribed a medication and had side effects so wack my therapist genuinely thought 14 yr old me was onto something and its a weird way to cope with the idea that lady put in my head that i might “develop it in my twenties” which i turn 20 this year and i havent been able to stop obsessing and panicking over the prospect so PLEASE dont come in my inbox calling me ableist im not out here all harley quinn in suicide squad with the voices ok hes medicated, he goes to therapy, the hard fast delusion that lil cal was nearly sentient and informed bro of every single thing dave did no matter how asinine it was is no longer a debilitatingly affecting him ANYWAYS

i actually use the chicken/egg farming family pretty often just because its hilarious to me to give dave like. an actual mom and dad. hes literally an uncle to like three different kids he just never visits because they make fun of his skinny jeans and he hates one of his (incredibly bare-bones ocs all of them) brothers who threatened to bash his head in with a little league bat after dave broke his star wars lego set apart on accident (but not rlly) so their parents were like “why dont you stay with your brother in the big city for a lil while champ” and then they just never picked him back up? and thats on favoritism 

the other one is that his name is actually david reed and hes the middle child of a family of three who literally live the standard golden retriever white middle class life only they went to disney land or something equally as dumb one year when dave was like 6 and he wandered off so bro literally just went “huh free game” because frankly he was an idiot who thought maybe i should take this kid home because its real dangerous in parking lots and then it was too late to NOT have it seem like a kidnapping and thats why daves never had a summer job, seen his birth certificate, or gone to school. but vaguely remembers what kindergarten was like and having a pet dog and calling someone mom as a kid. 

im not making a bullet point about his sex life headcanons just use your imagination and acknowledge the fact bro essentially worked within the sex industry and i enjoy putting dave through trauma as a catharsis 

i stopped doing this one usually but if he did go to school hes been in percussion since fifth grade and played the drums in his high schools jazz band as well as various edgy teenager garage bands he likes to pretend dont have a youtube presence and that hes absolutely never been shirtless in front of plenty of his classmates because he wore a hoodie to a show like an idiot. idk occasionally ill put him in an actual band he doesnt hate but keeps separate from his lil turntechGodhead internet persona (which i will ALSO touch upon in a sec) until they wind up getting looped into a tour with some bigger named band that has a show in *insert beta kid here*’s city and hes gotta come clean solely so he can visit his online friend. sorry derseasterous thats the one time weve ever run into each other and i made him have a crush on one of his bandmates i was in my anti-daverose phase where i made dave a hoe and also didnt want to admit i still loved the ship all these years later 

i hate it so much but you know the whole vr loli trap voice shit that was popular a while ago? hes fucking baller at it for some reason. he did it as a joke while talking to bro and they both about shat their pants. if im feeling real ambitious, hes got a separate soundcloud solely dedicated to doing dumbass rap covers or making his own but in the voice under the pseudonym elizabeth “beth” davids that he will never admit is his. well, he will, but hes gonna be really fucking embarrassed about it. irony or not.

talking abt seperate soundclouds and stuff ive always had it where turntechGodhead was his like. essentially internet fucking persona facade shit he used because we all had that phase where we wanted memorable urls and stuff but also didnt want to totally ignore the nagging fear of people finding you in real life, until it turned into real life ppl finding you on the internet. so he also has basically an adjacent set of social media under the same name but its just a boring username i havent decided on so everyone he knows irl doesnt mix up with what hes made for himself as TG and the people he knows as TG dont know what highschool he goes to. (this occasionally comes with the territory of ppl on parp being pissed that daves “lying” or “hiding things” from his friends as if he was doing it out of spite instead of just keeping embarrassing tagged photos and videos from football games or when he ate shit at the skatepark from fucking with his “rap career”)

every once in a while i get on a kick where hes just german. like, i just replace houston texas with hamburg germany and have him apply to a university in whatever state is applicable for whoever im chatting with and it goes from there? sometimes he moved when he was little and went through the whole visa thing, sometimes he didnt go through the visa thing, sometimes hes a dual citizen because of family and shit, its all dependent on what suits the situation best. 

one that ive been fucking with for a while but hardly break out (until recently with like 5 roses in the span of one day hell yeah) is that he has a neighbor at the end of the hall who is like a thousand year old witch lady that hes basically adopted as his mother figure in lieu of not having one and shes totally cool with it, especially bc when she kicks the bucket she fully plans on giving dave all her occult stuff so her figure-skating coach and realtor daughter doesnt sell it at a garage sale and lets it all go to waste. she also once brought rose up by name in a conversation without any prompting of her existence which dave didnt realize for days, and then one time cryptically stopped and stared at an empty space in the wall, went “she has potential, you know.” then looked at him sitting on her kitchen counter with a smile “lots of it” and hes thought about that weekly ever since. (it is important to note one of the occult items he leaves her is literally her own personal book of shadows shes been filling out for decades its like a 600 page leatherbound book dave has no idea what its used for but the sheer amount of homemade spells and etc in it is like. gonna murder rose the second this chick gets her hands on it i promise you.)

theres the standard strife shit? im not rlly gonna get into those theyre all basically cookie cutter bullshit. its just standard bro and dave abuse talk. i like to inclulde the whole 24hr live cam up in the apartment that definitely watches dave in every room besides his own and the bathroom, but that quickly delves into the prospect of middle-aged men stalking him online and basically sexually harassing him in his own god damn home by talking about how they can see him just trying to take his shoes off in the living room after getting home and frankly? its not one of my best takes! but once you throw it into the headcanon bin, its there forever. 

he actually really does do something with his photography but not enough to warrant anything exciting, but he has his own branding for it and regularly takes pictures of his friends or anything else he thinks is moderately interesting enough to take pictures of, but those are just thrown into shoeboxes under his bed in favor of posting genuine shots because he wants to keep his image intact and blurry photos of jade smiling in the tree they climbed up together while bec paws at the base of it while whining isnt exactly something he wants the whole world to see.

i also pretty often but him into either paleontology OR i put him down as trying to become a mortician because he thinks handing roadkill once he graduated from museum giftshop specimens to doing his own taxidermy on the side has prepared him enough to perform an occasional autopsy and start embalming real human corpses. (sometimes i put my own desires in and make them his bc i have to project at some point and put him through the same EMT course i dropped out of bc it was one semester and he already has pretty decent first aid skills, but he definitely didnt expect it to be as fucking wild at times as it is, but whats he gonna do? get a job back at waffle house? the company hes working for just offered to pay like half his associates in paramedicine tuition and hes already got all his pre-recs done when he started for paleo. at least its a stable job and hes got the ability to be compassionate in the moment) 

im running out of things that ive done to the poor kid. OH 

hes not a virgin he had a girlfriend all four years of high school (shes also one of his optional and designated exes plz keep up) and their relationship ends in one of two ways: she dies in a car accident a week before their high school graduation, or she stops talking to him entirely a week after their high school graduation until a couple years later she gets into (guess what) a car accident with her current wife/girlfriend and dies which leaves behind their daughter. who just so happens to also be daves daughter. her name is hannah and i love her like my own but no one ever likes her and thats on the conditioning of dirk. does dave end up taking her in? yes. shes awesome and the first time he takes her to the park to like run off some fucking steam she disappears for two minutes and dave is moderately terrified until she comes back holding a dead baby squirrel and thats the moment he realizes huh maybe things really do be genetic.

ok at the bottom of the list im gonna add the couple of times hes been a camboy which usually coincides with the live apartment cam thing and the amount of people in his dms calling him hot or whatever, but typically its more of a started the day he turned 18 and basically dipped around 20 in favor of showing up randomly with no warning to complain about a video game dick in hand because it gives him an outlet that wont annoy his friends bc this is the fifteenth time hes had a lot to say this week about a certain boss battle and also the comments fuel his ego and daddy issues.

the last one wasnt the bottom but literally unless its explicitly proven otherwise every time anyone rps with me there is the underlying fact dave strider was a goalie on his high school lacrosse teams all four years and (shocker another one) definitely had the hots for one of his teammates like major hots like first gay experience hots. like it was painfully obvious that teammate also liked him back hots. like one night at a team sleepover one of the other guys was like can yall just makeout and get it over with were fucking tired and dave really had the balls to be offended and ask what the fuck they were talking about while literally sitting halfway in the mans lap bc for some reason they had to share the same chair. 

he is also guilty until proven innocent of being the worlds biggest loner outside of that sports team and even though hes literally a jock he still opts to eat his lunch alone in the hallway or something like that and has a tendency to leave girls on read, but bc hes got an in with the rest of the jocks hes basically drug around to plenty of parties and since hes conventionally attractive enough and popular in the aloof way that he is, hes got plenty of tagged insta posts and twitter directs and snapchat streaks going. 

THESE WERE ALL NO GAME AND DONT INVOLVE SHIPS BC I LIKE TO KEEP MY OPTIONS OPEN AND THEYRE LITERALLY ALL BASED OFF RPS IVE DONE I HOPE YALL JUDGE ME ACCORDINGLY

[24hoursofdaisy]

hiii it’s me again 💜 yeah. well. tumblr is tumblr huh. mess of a website held together by some sticks and gum. nothing new ~ hope your notifs are working correctly now <3 how was your weekend? did u manage to see caratland?? 💎 my trip was alright… it was extremely tiring to spend endless hours on trains and busses esp bc you need to wear a mask the entire time, so it gets really hard to breathe…, other than that it was a nice holiday nonetheless <3

congrats on finishing your internship!!! enjoy your free time now :> going to visit a friend sounds fun, i hope everything goes well and you have a good time together 💞

ahh absolutely, i really don’t think we need to worry about svts relationship. i trust them to be on good terms. they’re smart and experienced, they know what they’re doing ~

abt the wreckers, i feel youuuuuu… for me, woozi wonu and chan are probably the biggest ‘problems’ lately, but it changes like every other day and like for you it’s basically everyone haha 🌱 speaking of biases. do you already have an idea who mine might be? 😽 i’ll give you another hint: it’s members who are similar to me, but quite different from one another 😇 but it’s also probably not who you think it is 😈 heee this is fun :3c

so true it’s really impossible to choose a fav choreo huh. dwc really is iconic and literally set the bar for bg choreography… fallin flower is art… lilili yabbay is absolutely ethereal… svt choreos are all so good in different ways 🌟 i think the one that stands out to me at the moment is 24h ~ its a choreo that only svt can do.like. the clock formation with the 12 hours and the 13th member in the center being the hand of the clock. genius. and don’t even get me started on all the formations and different ways to represent time… but i also like the my my choreo a lot actually, i love how they create images of the sea, waves, the boat, the campfire, that’s soooo fun <33 ok next question: if you were to introduce someone to svt, what mvs or videos would you show them first? 🌼

fingers crossed your albums arrive soon 🥰 for which groups do you collect, besides svt and ptg?

your assigned carat recommended black pearl? TASTE!!! ✨✨✨ i lov sunmi so much 💞 her new song… i didn’t like as much tho 💔 the mv is really cool and she looks beautiful, but the song didn’t do it for me. the bsides on her mini are really nice tho, 1/6 especially 💫 what did you think of her release? and thx for the recs, i listen to heize and chungha a lot actually so i already knew those songs, and i enjoyed the cix song too <3

oh omg have you not seen the recording of incomplete? i can give u a link if u want to 💜 ah i’m sure concerts are gonna happen again in the future and our faves are gonna come to europe <3 let’s stay optimistic and be patient until then 😌✨

you’re so sweet aww 🥰 thank u, there’s no need to worry about me, im always doing just fine 💪 i’ll come by your inbox regularly i promise <3 have a good day Julia, take care 💕 - carrot anon 🥕

hey you <3 my weekend was alright i managed to work for only one day and yesterday i finally cleaned my whole appartment thoroughly. i have not bought a single online ticket for a group yet but i saw some sets/clips on tumblr and those were cute.

and i see. i want to also go a small trip and will need to use the train. i will see how well i able it with the mask but its not my first train ride with a mask so i hope i will be alright.

i dont even remember what i wrote about their relationship hahahaha. but yeah they will be fine for sure.

for your bias i am only guessing. well bcs first guess would be jun and minghao but thats probably wrong. are you biases good friends within the group? maybe also vernon and dk? idk idk idk.... also the emojis make me feel like of them is jeonghan but i probably only think that bcs i feel like every second person oh here has jeonghan as their bias.

yeah i also thought about mentioning 24h when i wrote it. it is perfect for them and them only. but tbh we could go on about how increadible all of their performances are bcs they all are.

hmm good question... probably some good gose would be nice to introduce them also some mvs. my personal favs probably. wbu?

i have no complete collection of albums yet of any group. but i have a few bts ones which were my first kpop albums ever and also nct. do you collect some groups?

yeah i agree with you on you cant sit with us. tbh i need to catch up on a lot of mini albums that were released recently. in only listened to the bsides of astro of the recent kpop releases.

i think ive seen several clips of incomplete but as ive said before i have not bought a online ticket for any group yet.

ty for the sweet and motivating words. and please dont pressure yourself to come back to my inbox. just come whenever you feel like it <3 you take care too, anon. hope you are happy and if not i hope thing will get better for you soon. ok bye cu <3<3

[cherryonigiri]

Okay so could you write a headcanon where 2 random boys (can you pick then? I love all of boys from hq) and Ushi-kun where they walk on their gfs fangirling or thirsting over another anime/game character?And she was talking how hot he is? How they would react?👀😂 have a great day/night and dont forget to eat and get rest, love you💕

A/N: hahahahaha i laughed while writing this. FYI these are all based on legit crushes i had on anime/game characters at some point in my life - see if you’ve watched the shows i’ve watched :) ILY I PROMISE I’M DOING MY BEST TO EAT THREE MEALS A DAY AND GET ADEQUATE SLEEP MWAH. also i went overboard and added an extra boy bc why not. These are a little shorter since there were 4 characters but I hope you enjoy!

Content warning: implied nsfw for Atsumu + slight nsfw hcs for Matsukawa (Matukawa’s hcs are below the cut - UPDATE TUMBLR IS NOT LETTING ME PUT THE CUT WHERE I WANT IT SO JUST LETTING YOU KNOW THAT THERE IS IMPLIED/SLIGHT NSFW FOR THE LAST 2 CHARACTERS

PS: If anyone wants a spicy sequel/one shot for matsukawa i’m open to the idea 👀👀 let me know in my inbox!

Ushijima Wakatoshi 

Ushijima definitely knows you’re into anime + games

Having visited your dorm room on multiple occasions he’s seen your extensive collection of manga, anime posters and you always seem to be playing on your switch whenever you have free time

Of course, he notices a significant portion of your collection is centered on male characters 

And you’ve definitely mentioned a few games to him - Ikemen Sengoku, Code:Realize, Hakuouki (wow i’m really out here exposing myself) etc. 

He doesn’t really mind though? Like - at the end of the day these are 2D men, whereas he is a very real boyfriend 

At least he thinks he doesn’t mind

Recently, he notices that you seem to be on your phone a lot, and you seem to be texting the same group chat very often

He asks why and you laugh - it’s not actual text messages you’re just trying out a new otome/simulation game called Mystic Messenger. He finds the name silly but he just brushes it off he’s definitely J E A L O U S

Until one day he walks into your room while you’re calling one of your friends to freak out about that specific game

You sound kind of teary from outside the door “Oh MY GOD OH MY GOD I GOT THE GOOD ENDING WITH JUMIN!” and “[friend name] I THINK I CAN DIE HAPPY I’M MARRIED TO JUMIN HAN WHAT MORE DO I NEED IN LIFE” and “HE’S SO FREAKING ATTRACTIVE UGH I AM BLESSED”

He’s like who TF is Jumin and immediately bursts into your room looking pissed off

Poor babie is all like “you’re married?” and “if you had someone else you were interested in you should have told me.” “Who is this Jumin Han???” 🧐

Oh my god you start cackling, but you manage to tell him that NO you are not married and that Jumin Han is a fictional character from the game you’re playing

Ushijima looks confused after you explain - why would you find fictional men attractive when you’re already dating him? 

Tendou almost dies laughing the next day when Ushijima tells him about what happened

Oikawa Tooru

Since practice finishes pretty late he usually goes to see you at your house at night, but tonight things wrapped up earlier - he’s excited to spend more time with you

You’ve finished up most of your homework so you’ve just been rewatching Attack on Titan since you’re super excited for the new season 

You’re kinda distracted/have headphones on so you don’t hear your boyfriend knock on the front door. Your mom answers it and lets him in and he climbs the stairs

He can hear your fangirling (freaking out) over something as he walks towards your room

You jump in surprise when he opens the door, because you thought he would be a bit later but immediately release your pent up excitement

“Tooru just LOOK at him he’s such a bad ass like oh my gosh he literally has swords and he’s still running around slaying the MPs who have guns. God whenever he gets angry he looks so hot,” etc. etc. 

You’re shoving your laptop in his face, showing him gifs and video of attack on titan, specifically the captain of the survey corps that you are obsessed with

Tooru gets it - for him its space, shitty alien films and astronomy. For you it’s video games and anime - or more specifically, handsome characters from said franchises

Even though he understand that it’s something you’re passionate about he still makes a whole show about whining how you’re in love with Levi Ackerman (lmao i still thirst over our favorite captain) instead of him

“y/n i’m taller than him! And more handsome! He has blood on him all the time! And he’s super annoying because he’s obsessed with cleaning.” *cue pouty Tooru*

You probably shouldn’t tell him that you are an avid follower of the levi x reader tag on tumblr 

Tooru still somehow finds out you’re also reading reader insert fanfic and goes BERSERK with his pouting and whining - literally everyone and their mothers have heard his sob story about how “his darling y/n is leaving me for a short germaphobic asshole” 

The rest of the team finds it hilarious - the end up pranking him by posting pictures of Levi in his school locker or texting them in the volleyball groupchat (Oikawa is Suffering™)

Makki and Mattsun get him a Levi keychain for his birthday and cackle when he chucks it violently into the nearest trash can 

Miya Atsumu

Doesn’t really know you’re into anime/gaming at first

I don’t think that’s on purpose - Atsumu just has such a one track mind when it comes to volleyball and he’s always busy with practice

so he just kinda doesn’t really give all the anime merch in your room a second glance even though it’s a dead giveaway

I bet Atsumu secretly watches some superhero anime - probably shounen stuff like My Hero Academia, one punch man etc. 

He probably starts to notice you’re into anime/games because you’ll play games on your phone/gaming device all the time 

One day he notices you’re giggling + blushing while looking at your screen. He’s curious to he heads over to you when coach says they can have a break

Peeks over your shoulder because he wants to know what you’re playing - but instead he’s greeted by some 2D samurai guy called Harada Sanosuke asking you to marry him 

“Huh, I didn’t know you were into this kinda stuff y/n” tries to sound playful but internally he is screaming / ?????? WOT I DIDN’T KNOW MY S/O WAS INTO OTOME GAMES

Atsumus pretty chill about it at first, he probably teases you a lot about playing the game but isn’t really bugged about it

“Maybe you should thirst over your boyfriend instead of a fictional character babe~”

I mean - he knows he’s attractive and why be jealous? You only really play the game when he’s busy and you don’t really let the game play seep into your dates/hangouts

But one time he walks in on you reading some ~spicy~ hakuouki x reader fanfic and he’s like are u serious

Like you were lowkey quiet screaming to yourself and muttering “omg omg omg” when he walked in and you definitely tried to close your laptop so he couldn’t see what was open in your browser

Too bad Atsumu has mad reflexes and manages to prevent you from making your computer go to sleep

Briefly skims whatever it was that you were reading and smirks at you 

“Hey, if you really want something like this, why don’t you let your real boyfriend deliver” before kissing you

Matsukawa Issei

Look, Issei just wants a chill movie/tv show night where the two of you can bundle up on the couch and binge whatever anime you feel like

Has everything set up - this man is ready to go: snacks? he has all of your favorites, couch? filled with soft pillows + multiple pillows. Attire? Comfy sweatpants shirtless 🥵

Last time he chose the series for your binge sleepover so he let you choose what the two of you were gonna watch this time 

Turns out you decided to watch Psycho-Pass - it seemed like a pretty cool show, he was down with the whole dystopia/psychological concept

Starts out pretty normal, is appreciating the action + mystery elements and is glad that you chose that show 

About halfway through the anime you two decide to take a break - he goes to the kitchen to refill your snacks, leaving to stretch you back.

When he comes back with more food, he notices that you’re hunched over your phone, typing something

He sneaks up behind you after he puts the food down, “Whatcha reading there babe?” You squeak and try to hide your phone, but not before he sees the words kougami x reader typed into your tumblr search bar

Lit-rally exCuSE me what - he’s not mad (more amused than anything else) but he also kind wants to tease you (bc Mattsun is a little shit) 

“Is that the reason you wanted to watch this show?” he asks playfully. “He’s pretty hot tho, I kinda agree with you there babe.” 

Now that he’s released the floodgate, he can’t stop your occasional comments like “omg how does he look so GOOD when he’s punching someone” or “he could shoot me with his dominator and i’d still say thank you” 

The thirst comments are kinda getting to him, so he decides to take things in a different direction

“Let me what I can show you with my dominator~” L M A O I’M SORRY THIS EXISTS

Suddenly you’re being pulled onto his lap, and pressed against his bare chest, Issei barely gives you time to adjust before he’s kissing you roughly, tongue plunging into your mouth

His hands wrap around your hips pressing your core closer to his own, and you can feel his hard-on pressing into your stomach 

He’ll be sure to suck a dark hickey onto the side of your neck and his hands travel under your shirt, just to remind you who your real boyfriend is 

Needless to say, you won’t remember a single thing about the second half of the show after the night is over couch sex? Couch sex 😏

general taglist: @bokutokoutaroo @sneezefiction

[jooheonies]

tag the mutuals you talk a lot with

tag your favorite mutals!

mutuals appreciation! write heart-felt messages to some of your favorite mutuals (or even ones you haven’t talked to yet!) and tag them, BUT don’t tell them which message is theirs, let them guess!

tag your closest mutuals!

jdfhkjsdhf i rarely actually,,,open my inbox nd i honestly frget to answer a lot of asks to i decided to !!! clean this all out today!!! nd these were all similar so im jst gna group em all into one ask! 

ill tag mutuals i talk to a lot nd mutuals i dont talk to that often bt i love seeign on my dash bc !!! i wanna group in a lot of love since im combinig 4 asks djfhskjdhfkj 

mmmyyyyy sweet babie,,i love u sm !!! ure always so warm nd loving nd i love ur entire chrt except fr th….rising.hhhh bt anyways!!!! talking to u is so fun i love telling u abt usher nd u telling me abt kakashi,,,,warm love!!! my gff i love u lots nd i wanna give u !!! the entire world!!!! 

hewwo!!! ure so funnie i rly love talking to u im always losing mymidn laughing!!! im glad both of us succumbed to the same capitalist corporation,,,,viva tortilla,,,,and that we both act rly Stupid when we talk!!! anyways when we both become full fledged goth legends we can combine the intense power nd channel it into getting those triscuts off my shelf once and for all!!! i love u !!!!

 hi fool this is me giving u that Attention u crave,,,the attention we both Crave,,,. ure honestlie trulie the only cancer id ever like so much its like. wild that i love u so muhc,,,,i tell u that ure gorges and beautifufl all the time and we even have each other as ,,,lockscreens,,,,,bt its still valid i love u and cherish u sosososoo much !!!! 

literally,,,the day after we started talking u called me a heathen fr thikning ushijima is hotter than hyunwoo and im NOT wrong,,,,hes so sexie,,,,,the sexiest man ive ever seen hes even hotter than the Rock,,,,anyways i love talkign anime w u ,,,even though ure in so deep,,,,,even more than i am,,,,kagehina posters and all the village headbands,,,,ill bite u to death,,,valid! anyways i lvoe knwoing a weeb out there whos further in than me,,,bismillah,,,,

nnnnn hewwoooo!!!!! i thkkn weve only spoken,,,,twice? once? before? who knwos,,,, either way ure rly fuckin funnie nd cute nd u like…..u have Good Vibes,,,,u dobt understand my angst works nd u see infidelity where there is None bt thats ok !!! bc i pestered u fr like a whole 10 mins to read that angst fic nd u still didnt block me :) anywa ys ure funny nd kind of dumb bt. endearign dumb :D

sup,,,fool,,,my favorite thign abt u is how,,,no matter how Dumb i act u literally jst go w it…me telling u abt my ushijima shrine and my expired jello and my tentacle!wonho stuff,,,,doesnt faze u!!!!! wild!!! thats such a fucking power move!!! anyways i hope we can always talk wheneeevr i drikn that fuckcing…..Demon Juice,,,,and write chaotic thigns,,,,changkyun moo,,,yeehaw,,,i love u!!

hi!!!! miss space!!!!! i loev talking to u a lot even though im very very bad at answering :/// most icnoic thing us talking abt space and clowning anyone who doesnt like it,,,whats wrong w u,,,also us tlaking abt what our fave gallilean moons and the trappist planets!!! god id literally unhinge my jaw and swallow ur textbook whole even though its a pdf!!!

hhhhewwwooo!! queen of making gfx!!! talking to u is so fucking,,,,FUNNIE DJKFHSKDJ URE SO FUNNY,,,,that time u sent me a screenshot of th thign that reminded u of me,,,,im the Bean,,,god that still sends me into a fucking FIT!!! THATS SO FUCKING FUNNY!!!! thabks fr being one of the few who liked my writing !!! legend of liking both my crack fics and my actual fics!!! 

nyaa!!! the last time we spoke i called u a scammer and the queen of fraud and highway robbery which i think is still applicable if im beign honest some ppl stil thikn that thing is true :/ bt anyways thanks fr listening to me,,i literally ranted abt k*ho being fr the Hets within like. 10 seconds of knowing u nd u were like Valid,,,,i felt so supported i thrive off of that,,,im never letting go of the fact that u thought i was intimidating,,,what the FUCK!!!! im a libra sun,,,,the only thing i can hurt is my own head when im trying to make decisions,,,anyways i lob talking to u !!!

queen of having the Most Chaotic Colors ive seen in my entire life,,,,not to be uhhhhhh dramatic but honestly ure the most chaotic person ive ever seen all those colors rly truly make me feel like i might Die!!! anywyas u judgedme fr being a bad babysitter bt thats not my Fault,,,cant help that the kids i babysit take my advice too literally and taking fucking plastic KNIVES to their school to confront bullies,,,anyways talking to u is fun bt also. Ovrewhelming . bc halfway thru telling u abt my manatee i adopted named flatulence ,,,, ure colors. are Chaos,,,,,in conclusion ure so fucking FUNNIE,,,,bt theres so many colors u give me a FUCKING headache,,,its the give and take of humor and pain

ure rly!!! une babie!!! ive loved watching u grow nd change over the past year weve known each other!!!! ur love fr sana ? probablie the cutest thign on this planet!!! anyways ure sweet nd lovable nd im rly so glad 2018 is treatuing u better!!!! i hope u get rid of all the negativity in ur life nd u can finally jst be th happiest person!!!

NNNNNNN MY GF MY WORLD MY ENTIRE UNIVERSE!!!! SAVED MY SOULMATE FOR LAST!!!!! MY LOVE MY EVERYTHING!!! U are one of the best friends I have ever had and I cant even express to u how much I love u!!! I LOVE U SOSOSOSO MUCH I ALWAYS SAY URE THE FIRST PERSON IVE EVER !! IMMEDIATELY!!! CLICKED W BT U RLY ARE!!! icb we talk so easily and my favorite thign abt us is even if we dont get to talk constantly,,,when we finally get some time its like so comfortable nd natural ,,,,my anime queen i love u more than anythign in the world ure my numero uno my ult bitch id 1111/10 die fr u!!! 

@dwaynewohnson @changhyuk @kissesana @jealousymv @bloodorangeki @hyuccwoo @toffee @babiewonho @minhyukt @museoul @ckyun @hyunwoo

[imagines-corner]

Forbidden: Liam Dunbar (Ch. 5: The Final Chapter)

pairing: Liam Dunbar x OC!Reader

word count: 3.0k

warnings: mentions of blood, gun violence, mentions of death

summary: In the final battle between the hunters and the pack, the line between life and death are blurred.

a/n: This is it, guys! The final chapter of Forbidden has arrived! I had a lot of fun writing this series (mini series, I guess) and I would love to do it again! If anyone has any requests (long or short), feel free to drop them in my inbox! (or just send me messages bc I’m lonely on campus lol) Anyways, enjoy the final chapter of Forbidden, and happy holidays!

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4

CHAPTER 5: LIMBO

“Thank god you brought her,” Corey breathed, standing from his spot in the corner of the morgue.

“We have to get you out of here,” Liam spoke.

“Those idiots are everywhere,” You sighed, thinking about the kids with guns who had been patrolling the place. They were on the lookout for anyone like you, waiting to kill you without hesitation. They were terrified, all because of the Anuk-Ite, but that didn’t make the threat any less real.

“Should we just hide here?” Mason asked, “Until someone else can come help us?”

“No,” Liam shook his head, “That’s too risky. We need to find an escape route.”

“We don’t need one,” You replied, flexing your fingers to feel the energy coursing between them, “I’m ready.”

The room was silent aside from the hum of the air conditioner. The three boys stared, simultaneously terrified and amazed. You watched them all as they prepared for your directions, ready to follow your lead.

“Are you sure?” Liam asked, breaking the silence, “After all that you’ve done tonight, I’m not sure-“

“Trust me,” You whispered, grabbing his hand, “I’m strong enough.”

Slowly, the four of you headed for the door. You peaked your head out, watching as the hallway was clear before guiding everyone towards the stairwell. Each of you rushed through that door before heading down, giving you a false sense of success before you reached the first floor.

You peeked out the window, watching as a few nurses walked around the waiting room while others were busy with other tasks. There were no teenagers with guns in sight, nobody who looked ready to kill a bunch of supernaturals. You pushed open the door, getting one last look at everyone around you before continuing. You could see the exit in sight, a beacon of hope and success…

“Did you really think you could get out that easy?”

You turned, staring the boy who seemed to be the ringleader down as he cocked his gun. Behind him stood roughly twenty other hunters, each with their own gun provided by a mysterious donor.

“You do realize this isn’t a fair fight, right?” You asked, crossing your arms.

The boy sighed. “You know what?” He sighed, “You’re right.” He smiled.

“I’ll kill you, Gabe,” Liam growled. You placed a hand on his shoulder calmly.

I’ve got a plan, You told your friends, Trust me.

“Why don’t we make this more of a fair fight, then?” Gabe asked, taking a step forward, “I’ll count to three, and you all can run. It’s more fun that way.” At this point, he was standing almost face to face with you. Though he clearly towered over you, his attempt at intimidation meant nothing.

“Oh, you naive boy,” You sighed, “Didn’t you know a Douglas witch never runs from a threat?” With that, you placed your hands on his chest and sent him flying backwards. “RUN!” You yelled to your friends, holding your hands out still as you tried to rip the guns out of everyone’s hands and send them slamming against the wall.

“I want her dead!” Gabe screamed, wiping blood from his nose. He grabbed a stray gun off the ground and pointed it at you, but you were able to deflect it. Turning down the hallway, you ran, following your friends towards the exit. “You can’t run from me!”

Before you could escape, another hunter came up from behind you and tried to stab you. You were able to dodge him, but you were not able to keep all the guns away from the hunters grasps. Gunshots followed, leading to the sounds of terror from the innocent nurses, doctors, and patients.

You ran, turning down random hallways to try and confuse them. You never felt more mortal in your life, the adrenaline pumping through your veins as your body tried to decide between fighting and running. You ran towards the morgue, the cool air around you giving you a moment to think. What could you fight with? What spell could you use?

You looked around, staring at the metal boxes. There was something you could do, something you had only tried on dead rats and pets. You weren’t sure how successful you would be on a larger scale like this, but you had no other choice. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and felt the boxes fly open.

Fight with me, You begged, holding your hands out, Help me protect my family.

Soon, dead bodies began to crawl out of the boxes and onto the cool floor. They were pale, many of them missing parts of their limbs or with patches of skin pulled off. You could hear the hunters running down the hallway, kicking down doors and shooting into random rooms. It was only a matter of time before they found you.

Sliding into a corner, you waited.

“She’s in here!” One of them yelled, spotting you as you were hiding in the corner. He pushed open the door, only to find two dozen corpses reanimated.

Subdue him.

Immediately, all of the corpses headed towards him. They reminded you of every zombie from a horror movie, slow, lethargic, and lethal. You didn’t want to kill him, but you knew that if you had asked, they would have killed. As the other hunters came into the room, the corpses headed for them, attacking before they even had a chance to shoot.

You ran for the other door, heading out to find another way to the exit. As you ran down another hallway, wiping the blood that trickled from under your nose, you heard gunshots come from behind. You turned a corner, knowing well that there could be a hunter in front of you, but trusting that your instincts would be faster.

Surely enough, several of them were waiting for you.

“You can’t run forever,” One of them smiled, holding a gun up to your head. You breathed, preparing for the final moment, when someone pulled you into the elevator. As the doors closed, you took a moment to breath.

“Who the hell are you?” You asked, staring at this boy you didn’t recognize. He was about six feet, as most of the boys around here seemed to be, with the typical floppy haircut.

“I’m Theo,” He replied, “You must be that witch girl everyone’s talking about.”

“Everyone?” You asked, immediately shaking your head. “Forget that question. Thank you.”

Theo nodded. “I seem to do this a lot for you and your friends.” As the elevator binged, signaling that you were on the ground floor, he prepared a plan. “You run for the door. I’ll hold them off.”

“No way,” You shook your head, “I’m stronger-“

“I have some debts to pay,” Theo sighed, “Just do it.”

The two of you stepped out, and Theo immediately roared with a deep, angry sensation. Several hunters came running down the hallway, preparing their guns, as Theo pushed you.

“Run!” He reminded, shoving you down the hallway. As you ran, Liam came running through the entrance, trying to meet you at the corner. Almost instantly, Gabe turned a corner, coming towards you but out of Liam’s sight. He held his gun up, ready to shoot Liam in the head, but you ran forward before he was able to.

“Put the gun down!” You yelled, holding your hand out as you stepped in front of Liam. He leaned it down, pulling the trigger away from Liam’s head.

Everything after that was a blur. You felt a final surge of energy rush through your body, sending Gabe flying all the way down the hallway and into a glass cabinet, which shattered upon the impact. Gabe lied there, unconscious, as your knees buckled. Liam was screaming, throwing his arms around you to try and hold you up, but everything was muffled. Several people you recognized but couldn’t identify crowded around, helping you to the ground while trying to fix your wound.

“Rowan,” You mumbled, your bottom lip quivering, “Get Rowan.”

Liam’s hands shook as Melissa pushed everyone out of the way.

“We’ve gotta get the bullet out,” She told Liam, “She can’t heal if it’s in there.”

“Do witches heal like us?” Corey asked, looking around frantically as Mason searched for Rowan’s number in your phone. As he dialed, the room went silent, but Liam’s mind was noisier than ever. He placed his hands around yours, trying desperately to take the pain away.

“She’s unconscious,” Theo spoke, walking in from around the corner, “She’s not gonna feel pain.”

“If she wakes up she will,” Melissa added, “Keep her still.” She began working on your abdomen, trying desperately to get the bullet out with the tools she had on hand.

“Rowan’s on his way,” Mason informed everyone, standing off with Corey on the other side of the room while Liam and Melissa worked diligently on getting the bullet out.

“Please stay alive,” Liam begged, “Please.”

The first thing you saw when you woke up was a bright light. When your eyes adjusted, you realized you were lying on the floor in a white room, surrounded by nothing but pristine walls and crystal clean floors.

You sat up, realizing you were dressed in all white as well. It was a normal outfit you had worn several times, but now your normal jeans and a sweater had a new, bright white appearance.

“Nice to see you again, honey.”

You turned frantically, watching as Winnie sat in a corner, reading a newspaper. She too was dressed in all white, her dress a floral sundress that seemed to have been completely stripped of color. Her bright red curls stood out from her surroundings.

“Where are we?” You asked, standing.

“Here? This is Limbo,” She replied, “You’ve clearly never been here before.”

“What’s Limbo?” You asked, taking several steps forward.

“The place between life and death,” She responded, “You’ve been shot.”

You felt a twinge of pain in your abdomen as she said that, lifting your knit sweater to reveal a large scar on your lower left side.

“Your friends are desperately trying to save you,” Winnie explained, putting down the newspaper, “But it’s not up to them.”

“What do I have to do?” You asked, “To survive?”

Winnie laughed. “Honey, I’m dead. Clearly I didn’t figure that out.” As she continued laughing, you walked back to the center of the room. “I’m just kidding.” Your eyes darted to her, ready for her answer. “What does this place remind you of?”

You shrugged. “My dreams.”

“Exactly. How do you get out of those dreams?”

“I wake up,” You replied, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Fantastic,” Winnie nodded, “So wake up.”

You lied back down on the ground, trying to force yourself awake like you had done many times before. Every time you opened your eyes, though, you were still in this room, still in Limbo, still waiting to live or die.

“It’s not working,” You mumbled, trying again and again, “It’s not working.” You looked up at Winnie, but she was nowhere to be found. “Winnie?” Your voice echoed against the walls of this empty room, just you alone with your thoughts and fears. You sat up, tears running down your cheeks.

This time, you weren’t invincible.

Rowan ran through the doors, followed by Scott, Lydia, Malia, and several other people Liam only slightly recognized.

“Move!” Rowan cried, shoving Liam aside so that he could be with his sister. Though Melissa was successful in removing the bullet, your breathing remained shallow. Rowan got straight to work, wiping the tears from his eyes as he placed his hands on the lower part of his chest and breathed.

“What are you doing?” Liam asked, “CPR isn’t going to work.”

“I’m not doing CPR you idiot,” Rowan snapped, sniffling, “I’m bringing her back to life.” He closed his eyes, and soon a light glow was coming from his hands. Rowan continued to cry as he proceeded with the ritual, his body shaking. He soon started to wince from the pain, the complex combination of emotional and physical pain keeping him from completing the task.

You were slipping away, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

Liam moved closer, placing his hand on Rowan’s shoulder. Though the two of them had their differences, it was in that moment that Liam knew those things didn’t matter anymore. He too closed his eyes, wincing as the black veins on his arm revealed themselves. While Liam began to feel the excruciating weight, Rowan felt lighter and more capable.

“Come on, Selene,” Rowan cried, “Come on…” His eyes remained shut, ignoring the sliding doors as they opened and closed, making way for two more spectators. In that moment, Rowan’s eyes snapped open, revealing a bright golden glow that terrified everyone.

And, almost instantly, your eyes did the same, as a gasp brought air into your lungs and life into your body.

You sat up slowly, still getting used to your surroundings. You immediately recognized Rowan and hugged him, the two of you realizing well just how dependent you were on each other.

“Don’t die again,” Rowan begged, holding you tight.

“I’m not planning on it,” You replied, gripping the back of his sweater tightly. You then turned to Liam, the two of you sharing a moment in which nobody else in the room mattered. He reached out, grabbing your hand as he breathed in relief.

“Get away from her,” Your mother spoke, pushing through the small crowd of your friends and allies that had gathered. Liam slid against the cool fake wood of the front desk, knowing well that he shouldn’t mess with your mother. “What’s going on here? The two of you disappear all day, no phone calls, no messages, nothing, and then - then we get a sudden feeling that you’ve died-“

“She did,” Rowan spoke, “She died trying to save you. Everyone. This entire county.”

“Stop being dramatic, Rowan,” Your father sighed.

“I’m not being dramatic!” Rowan exclaimed, standing as he walked towards his parents, “I’ll show you!” He grabbed their hands, showing them the events of the last 12 hours that he had gone through. From the hunters at the lacrosse game, to the divination session at the veterinary clinic, to the phone call from Mason warning Rowan that there might not be enough time. When he pulled away, crossing his arms over his chest, your parents looked shocked.

Your mother was silent, unsure of how to appropriately respond.

“Not to mention I wouldn’t have been able to save Selene if it weren’t for Liam.”

Your mother looked over at him, and you felt the fear radiating off of his skin. “Is that true?”

“I think,” Liam shrugged, “I just took his pain away.”

She nodded. “Thank you.” She then looked at you and Rowan, motioning for you both to follow her home. “I’m glad you’re all safe. Now, let’s get you back home.”

“One more, I want the two of you by the window,” Your mother spoke, holding a camera in one hand and motioning for you to move closer to the window in the living room with the other. You felt Liam’s hand graze against yours as he moved too, clearly looking uncomfortable in his freshly-tailored suit. “Perfect.”

“Mom, I think you’ve taken enough photos,” Rowan mumbled beside you, playing with the sleeve of his suit jacket, “We’re gonna be late.”

“Rowan, I’m allowed this moment,” Your mother sighed, “Just like I’m allowed to do this with all of you at graduation too.” There was a collective sigh from your group of friends before everyone smiled for a few more photos.

“Syb, honey, they do need to actually go to prom,” Your father whispered, “I think that’s enough.”

Your mother groaned. “Fine.” She motioned for you and your brother to come over, giving you each a kiss on the forehead before sending you off. “Have fun tonight, you two.”

“But not too much fun,” Rowan smirked, walking beside Mason and Corey on their way through the door.

Liam grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze, thankful for every new moment he got with you. “I think she’s really starting to like me,” He whispered, opening the door of Rowan’s SUV to help you climb in.

“She didn’t even say a word to you,” Mason reminded, “I’m not sure that’s her liking you.”

“She didn’t give me a glare this time, though,” Liam smiled, “I think that’s a start. Maybe soon she’ll allow me to call her Sybil.”

“That’s a stretch,” You laughed, planting a light kiss on his cheek, “But she is starting to tolerate you. I mean, she didn’t tell you about curfew this time.”

Liam nodded before pulling you in for another kiss. He was astonished when he found out that your mother was fine with you being friends, let alone date. It had taken a few months for her to come around to the idea of her daughter dating a werewolf, but after all he had done for you, she couldn’t find any reason to say no. He had proven, time and time again, that he was better than any witch boy she could ever set you up with.

As Rowan pulled up to the venue, there was a buzz of excitement in the car. Walking up the front steps, you felt as if everything was a dream. It was impossible for this to be real - you, with Liam, at your senior prom. You, with Liam, as a couple, at your senior prom.

The night seemed to go by quickly, but it was a night you would never forget. It took you several tries to pull Liam onto the dance floor, but once he was convinced the two of you danced the night away.

Later that night, standing out on the patio together, you rested your head on Liam’s shoulder.

“Selene?” Liam asked, his arm wrapped around your waist as his jacket sat warmly around your shoulders.

“Hm?” You answered, looking up at the reflection of the stars in his eyes.

“I love you,” He spoke, his body radiating anxiety as the words rolled off his lips. It was something you had never heard him say before, something both terrifying and exhilarating all at once. You wrapped one arm around the back of his neck lightly while the other played with his hair.

“I love you too, Liam Dunbar,” You whispered as you planted another kiss on his lips.