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You might want to intervene @kenyusee-yukimiya haha 😅
Hey🫵
what are you and Ish huh? 🫵
I wanna know 🫵
Hmmm I’d say he mah side boi. He can join the roster I’m making for this guy.
You might want to intervene @kenyusee-yukimiya haha 😅
Hey🫵
what are you and Ish huh? 🫵
I wanna know 🫵
Hmmm I’d say he mah side boi. He can join the roster I’m making for this guy.
Gahhhh thisissocute
Also, I’m currently rereading ORV to sniff out all the Dokhyuk scenes. Why am I doing this? To spite some bimbo on Reddit.
/ @350mm
( sms ↠ 懒蛋 ) not sure what kinda shit you were doing last night ( 💬 ) but i left you tea and a thermos of suwon’s hangover soup at your door ( 💬 ) don’t get the wrong idea ( 💬 ) your heart-eyed neighbour begged me not to let you die :/
Freak Show Talk | 3racha, lmh
𝙞. 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨
↳ A famous rapper trio looking to open their relationship. A charismatic dancer looking to open your mind. A myriad of possibilities, none of them tame. In at least one thing, Chan was right. This can't end PG.
↳ 3racha x Lee Know x female reader
↳ All drabble chapters < 1k
↳ 3racha au, fwb, free use, fujoshi reader, polyamory and enm, angst, smut, mxm, fxm, perceived mental illness, dead dove do not eat
! Explicit content, adult themes, suitable for 18+ readers only !
「Contents List」 「© September 2023 by jl-micasea-fics」
a/n: welcome to what happens when a commission gets out of hand. and that's probably putting this mess politely. i tried something new w this series, partly to attempt to address what seems to be a diminishing tolerance for longer chapters, but mostly to improve my style. this is shorter, but snappier. the challenges i faced w this story were some of the most difficult, the topics within some of the rawest. i like to think i got there in the end. (ty thea for putting up w my constant despairing). please heed the warnings and as much as you're able to: enjoy. dedicated to dear sanne, who initially commissioned a drabble. have eighty-five x
“Minho!”
Even with as much gumption as you put into the calling of your roommate’s name, the gush of water does more to drown out your voice; acquiescing to its power, you shut off the shower and try your luck a second time.
“Min, you there!?”
The trudge of heavy footsteps outside accompanies a gruff, “What is it?”
“Towel rescue, please!”
“Again?”
You swipe ticklish runnels of hot water from your forehead. “It’s not my fault a certain someone never thinks to replace them!”
“You can’t check before you get in the shower?” Minho gripes.
“I forget!”
Indecipherable grumbling carries off down the corridor. After a few moments, the bathroom door cracks open.
“I’m coming in.”
“Alright. Just don’t, like, look, or anything.” You tuck behind the glass shower door. Like it’s not made entirely of glass.
Minho steps inside, left hand shielding his eyes as his right offers out a clean towel. He can’t be long out of bed himself; shirtless with ash-blonde hair mussed and unkempt, loose shorts slung low around his shapely hips. Condensation mists the air and settles on his skin, his honey complexion glistening. A deep and heavy warmth throbs wantonly; as it has done every day since you met.
“Fuck me, it’s hot in here,” he puffs. “The shower has a temperature below scalding, you know.”
Well versed in concealing your infatuation, you roll your eyes. “Says the guy that only ever showers in ice water.”
“Cold showers are better for you. Healthier. It’s, like, proven.”
“So is spinach, but you refuse to touch that.”
Minho grimaces. “That’s different. Are you going to take this towel or what?”
“Yeah, I’m just— Can you come a little closer? I don’t want to get out.”
He shuffles forwards, socks sliding over the damp linoleum. “You forgot your slippers too?”
“Maybe.”
You crane around the glass, reaching for the towel. “I can’t— Minho, closer.”
He shuffles a bit more. You crane a bit more.
“Minho, just give me the damn towel!”
And his hand drops, thunder in his expression. He marches across the bathroom, not remotely nonplussed by your nakedness.
“Here,” he glowers, shoves the towel at you.
You snatch it breathlessly. “I told you not to look!”
“I told you to stop forgetting a damn towel.” He grins, abruptly about-faces to leave the room.
“Heathen.”
He stops at the door; you think your insult responsible until he says, “You do know I have seen you naked before?”
Breathless.
“W— What?”
He shrugs. “Yeah.”
“But— When? How?”
“Just, you know. Around. We live together, it was bound to happen.”
“Right...”
Minho scoffs, turns to leave, the broad expanse of his naked back rippling with movement. The crippling urge to run your nails down it leaves scratches on your soul. Red and sore. Pretty.
“If the mood ever strikes, I’ll make us even and show you mine,” he says, closing the door with a wink.
His on-brand maniacal cackle carries away, implications left to hover.
You spend another ten minutes in the shower, shame descending with every helpless whimper your bitten lips fail to contain. Does he know how he ruins you? How you’re forced to purge him from your system by your own hand? Two fingers full and yet not even close to stretched? And this time the urge was brought on by nothing more than a thoughtless joke.
Pathetic.
Minho lives under your skin.
You’ll never carve him out.
𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚, 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙨𝙠 ♡ 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙠𝙤-𝙛𝙞 ♡
𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 >
lovesick (VII)
— pairing: yandere ot7 x (f) reader — word count: 14.3k — warnings: yandere, stalking, obsessive behaviour, kidnapping, drugging, the boys being ~creeps~ — summary: You dreamed of the day you would get your very own soulmark. Though, you didn’t expect to wake up to a searing hurt in your arm, the phantom pain of your shoulder being dislocated and your forearm fractured. As if dealing with the worst possible soulmark ever wasn’t bad enough, you also have to come to terms with the fact that you’re being stalked. When the letters and gifts you receive begin to escalate and the police offers no help, you have no other option than to figure out who’s behind it yourself – and hopefully before it’s too late. — amazing cover by @leithold!
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You stare at Jungkook’s back, his signature hoodie covered by a thick black coat. The cold air from outside clings to your body, refusing to thaw even in the warm reception area. You shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself as Jungkook texts his hyung to let him know you’re there. Today, the entrance is completely empty and the officer you spoke to last time is nowhere to be seen. You shift uneasily on your feet, a little unnerved by the complete silence. Is this even a good idea? You’ve been here twice before and no one has been able to help you. You want to believe Jungkook and the trust he has in his friend, but it doesn’t seem very likely that it’ll make much of a difference.
Feeling doubtful about the whole situation, you eye the front door, wondering if it’s too late to just go back home. Jungkook might think you’re a little rude for changing your mind when you’re already here, but maybe it’ll be worth it, if it can spare you the humiliation of having to share those letters with more people that can’t help you anyway.
Jungkook pockets his phone before you can make up your mind, light footsteps filling the empty reception as one of the adjacent doors open.
”Hyung!” He rushes over to excitedly greet whoever stepped into the room, the person hidden from your sight as Jungkook hugs them.
“Jungkookie,” The man’s airy, familiar, voice is full of mirth as he pats Jungkook’s back. ”You know hyung loves spending time with you, but why did we have to meet up while I’m on duty?”
さらに読む
Scoured the internet to find an Ace Attorney-themed 30-day drawing challenge (as the fixation is strong),, found an older looking one that looks fun! Hopefully I can actually stay somewhat on pace this year, with one free day and all 😭
So here we have the first prompt: favourite defense attorney. First Trilogy Phoenix is a basic choice I know,, but I do like him best 💞
Full prompt list under the cut (not sure who made it, if anyone knows, lmk!)
the emotion Chloe showed - ready to kill Michael for what he did to them and Chloe kicking his ass - was spot on and absolutely amazing.
Cathartic
musiolek:
@londonwerewolf
He’d ordered his coffee already and was loitering at one of the stand-up only tables waiting for it. Stefan liked to people-watch, so that’s what he started doing. It was near a college, so there were a wide range of students, he could almost tell their majors, some of them were pretty obvious, but there was one young man. He was reading, just reading, and Stefan was struck by his handsome face, and the fact that he was reading a physics book for fun. He’d seen him here before, a few times, always with a science book, always reading to himself, but he hadn’t said anything yet. It wasn’t because he was nervous, it was because he knew their kinds didn’t get along well: wolves had an unmistakable smell to vampires. But he was so attractive, not just physically.
“Grande soy americano for Stef!” Drink collected from the barista, he walked over towards him.
“Excuse me,” his accent was slight, but there, words laced with a smile “Is anyone sitting there?” Maybe the young man would let him sit, maybe he wouldn’t, but it was worth a shot, Stefan was highly intrigued.
Coffee shops. This town had so many of them, nearly one on every damn corner, and it took Douglas a while to found one where he felt comfortable. Or rather invisible. He’d never much liked the attention that good looks had given him. The nearby college had allowed him a certain protection as it was often filled with people his own age, and his choice reading material had kept most at bay. He looked like every other early twenty something who was studying. He’d buy a tea, or a chocolate frapp on hot days, and read for hours. No Daz to tease him, and no busy gym sounds. It kept him from asking Mal 101 questions, and kept him busy. Everything changed the day the Vampire showed up. He smelled him immediately, but his scent was different from most. He didn’t reek of death and decay as others he’d encountered (his own father included), and he didn’t set the wolf on edge. Still, Douglas chose to ignore him, not wanting the possible conflict. It seemed the feeling was mutual until the day everything changed.
He could easily hear the vampire over the melodious turmoil of Bach playing in his earbuds but didn’t decide to respond until he glanced up to him. He was... disgustingly charming, and not for his immortal good looks, but the way his smile sat just a bit higher on one side, the way his eyes looked so soft, kind. The kind of kindness that rotted away with age and cynicism. Douglas pulled his feet from the seat in front of him and pulled out one headphone.
“I should be tellin’ ya no, and you shouldn’t be wantin’ t’ sit here at all,” he said, though his softened smile gave all the invitation he needed.
Article in 'Film Threat' mag from the early 90s. We're either looking at a cool movie which went into production but never released, or Goncharov 2
Me at the start: Oh no, who can I boop, don't want to be cringe, do I boop back? What if I double boop?
Me after a while: well I guess I'll go through my dash and boop people...
Me shortly there after: And a boop for you! And for you! And a few for you!
Me now that I have achieved The Badges: Break out the laptop. Time to only Evil Boop.
"Spike-person has a silly smile," Ed remarked. She'd been so focused on her computer for hours - he hadn't realized she was paying him any mind at all.
He was sitting on the chair, legs kicked up on the table and crossed at the ankle, and his gaze hadn't been on the monitor - which was playing a muted news report - but rather on the figure laying on the couch. Faye drew the eye even when she wasn't making a scene, although there was certainly something peaceful about her when she slept.
"Hard to believe that she's such a harpy when she's awake, when she's so pleasant now." Spike replied.
Ed made a scoffing sound. "Not nice to pick on people when they can't defend themselves."
Spike frowned. "I wasn't... Well maybe..." He crossed his arms and hunkered down but kept glancing over at the sleeping woman.
She was on her left side, with her right arm curled in front of her, her fist resting in front of her heart. A guarded position. It was the only way he'd ever seen her sleep. Normally she retreated to the small storage space she'd managed to finagle a mattress pad into. It wasn't meant as a bedroom but she'd turned it into one. Except the occasional night like tonight... Falling asleep on the couch which was universally understood to be his bed.
It had been a rough day. They'd got their man but he'd left a few marks. Jet, currently cleaning up in the kitchen, had been zapped by a taser which had made his metal arm go ballistic and had pretty much knocked him down for the count. He'd stubbornly insisted on making dinner and taking care of dishes after they'd gotten back. Anytime his arm was used against him, he always seemed to have to prove himself. To remind himself he was in control and capable.
Or so Spike figured. He'd never really asked.
Faye was nursing a busted lip from her encounter with the bounty, when he'd slammed through the door leading to the stairwell and she'd been hit by the door because she'd been standing behind it. Spike had been able to see this as he was drug after the bounty by a fist clenched in his hair. Which hadn't been part of his plan but he was going along with it until the next floor or the roof or wherever an opportunity arose to wrench himself free.
Getting slammed by the door hadn't fucked up Faye's stride in the least. She'd careened off the stairway wall and bounced back with her own fists and had taken the bounty entirely by surprise, perhaps partially due to the fact that he hadn't realized or expected there to be someone lurking in the stairwell in the first place. Still, that shock and Faye's furious assault had resulted in a slackened grip on Spike's hair, and that let Spike re-enter the fray. In short order, he and Faye had subdued the jackass and managed to get Jet back on his feet, and the rest was just the easy business of collecting their woolongs.
Spike had noticed that Faye tended to spend more time in the living area after altercations like that. He was beginning to suspect that when her adrenaline would wear off, she felt vulnerable and chose to stay closer to her shipmates. It had happened like this enough for him to speculate and to realize that even in the heart of the Bebop, with comrades nearby, she still slept with her guard up.
"Spike-person is still staring. But your smile is gone." Ed stood up and went to his side, pulling at his cheeks to force a smile.
Irritated, Spike pulled his head from her grasp. "Ahh! Stop it, Ed!"
She frowned at him. "But you seemed so happy for a bit. Ed saw. You were watching Faye-Faye and it made you smile."
He grunted. "Nevermind what you saw, Ed." He got to his feet, stuffing his hands in his pockets, and was unable to keep from looking at Faye again. She was still conked out in a defensive curl. It had started off cute but now it was bothering him. There wasn't anything he could do though so he simply walked away to go crash on her bed.
