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hyuckmov · 9 months

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haechan — settle down (rockstar hyuck) | preview

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teaser wc: 783 (angst, suggestive) full fic genre: angst, smut, fluff (10k+) a/n: SURPRISE & let me know what you think for this :) also lmk if you would like to be tagged... i'm so excited to write rockstar hyuck!!! playlists for the fic | next preview

"did anyone follow you up here?"

haechan sits with his legs hanging off the edge of the roof, arms slung over one of the lower rungs of the railing. he doesn't spare you a glance as he takes another drink from his bottle of red wine, knowing that you're hanging onto his every word.

"no," you reply, voice barely louder than a whisper. you repeat yourself again, louder, hating the way your voice shakes with hesitance. "no, i don't think so."

he exhales, shrugging off the leather jacket that hangs large over his frame, his shoulderblades moving under his white shirt, veiny arms pushing the bottle to the side as he shifts himself backwards fluidly so he's further away from the ledge, his long legs stretched out.

"well?" and now he turns to look at you, dark eyes framed with makeup searching for yours, his gaze heavy. the piercing on his eyebrow glints in the moonlight, and when he leans his weight back on his hands, his shirt rides up so that you can see just the hint of a tattoo curling low on his hip. "are you ready?"

feet unsteady, you shuffle over to him, standing over him as he watches you through hooded eyes. unsure, you start to sit down next to him, but a hand quickly reaches out to touch your knee, dragging his touch up the back of your thigh, the cold scrape of his rings on your skin feeling rough and claiming all at once. his lips part almost mockingly, commanding you without words to stop.

he flicks his gaze down to his lap, eyes flickering back up to yours. eyebrows raised, as if in a challenge.

slowly, you lower yourself onto his lap, hands hesitantly grasping for his shoulders. his arms come to steady your waist, slipping under your shirt and touching bare skin, feeling the way your body shifts and moves. and it's only because you're so pressed up against him, his hands roaming up and down your thighs, that he notices something which makes him halt his movements, licking his lips.

"you're shaking," he murmurs, now brushing the hair out of your eyes, tucking a strand behind your ear as he studies you, taking in the way you're all tensed up, the uncomfortable way your legs are folded, goosebumps erupting every time his fingertips brushed your skin, muscles trembling.

you swallow. "i've never done this before," you admit.

his eyes widen, now removing his hands from you entirely, letting them fall. "you're a virgin?"

you nod, heart pounding in your chest. he's looking away, his jaw set, his gaze hardened. did he hate that you had no experience? or would he enjoy that? "i can…" the words come out in a jumble, "you can teach me, i want… i want to-"

"no." with surprising gentleness, he motions for you to move off his lap, and you follow his actions mindlessly, docile under his hands.

"do you think i won't be good enough?" you ask, hating the way your voice comes out wounded and achy, hating how weak he made you.

he pauses, tongue poking into the side of his cheek, and you think you can see a flash of something deep in his eyes.

"y/n…i can't be your first time."

"but i want –"

"you need to be with someone who will take care of you." despite his words, his voice is cold and clear. "i don't do that." he dusts off his jacket, shrugging it back on as he takes another drink from the bottle, eyes closed, unwilling to look at you for another second. "go home, y/n. i'll see you at the next show."

you don't move. you kneel there, next to him, eyes desperately searching for his.

"go home, y/n," he repeats, harshly.

"i want to stay here," you bite back, stubbornly, hurt making your voice brittle.

"then you'll have to watch me fuck someone else." lazily, he reaches into the pocket of his jacket for his phone, and you can see him scroll through his messages, faces and names blurring as you barely decipher him type out another message. his fingers move across the keyboard, as the anonymous responder sends a series of heart emojis, eagerness palpable through the screen.

he locks his phone, the click sound startling you out of your daze, and he puts it down on his lap, the action somehow mocking.

"so?" he's still not looking at you, staring straight ahead into the night. "do you want to watch?"

and as you make your way down the stairs, shame burning at your neck and tears burning hot down your cheeks, you can swear you feel his eyes follow you all the way down.

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#please let me know if u like this #THIS IS A NEW HYUCK FOR MEEE #fic: rockstar haechan #haechan smut #haechan angst #haechan x reader #haechan scenario #nct smut #nct angst #nct dream smut #nct dream angst #haechan au

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piraytoro · 2 years

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Hi. This isn't just for you it's also for any of your followers who also might not being thinking about this.

Also prefacing this by saying my wording is going probably going to be perceived as rude, and it's nothing against you. I'm not even mad per se, and it's not even just you - I just logged on and you had happened to reblogged some improperly tagged posts at the top of my dash.

But you need to tag the gifs and videos you reblog and post that have flashing lights. Like sure, op has a responsibility to tag them as such but so do you. I don't give a fuck about tag aesthetics or whatever some people's reasoning may be. MCR is one of my favorite bands, but it's gotten to the point where I've had to block the tag of my favorite band because I (and very likely others) can't reliably scroll through their dash for more than five seconds without seeing untagged strobe lights.

So please. Tag your fucking posts.

Oh shit I’m so sorry! I will totally remember to do that moving forward and I’m so sorry for not thinking of it myself! It wasn’t like a conscious choice not to tag it, just me being stupid and not thinking. Also idgaf about tag aesthetics so for anyone else if you ever want me to tag anything please lmk and I will do it. I’ve gone back and tagged the ones I could find thru yesterday morning, so hopefully that’s far enough back that no one else stumbles upon anything, but lmk if I missed something.

#thank you for reminding me!#i’m well aware that this site can be a sensory nightmare so i should have been more responsible with making sure to minimize that for others #anon #replies

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poemsforparker · 2 years

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Tenant - mcu!Peter Parker × Reader | Part 2

masterlist | part one

if you want to be tagged on the next chapters lmk! comments or asks.

english is not my first language so I'm sorry in advance for any mistakes I made.

summary: after losing everything, Peter Parker goes after a fresh start in his new apartment; what he wasn't counting on was meeting his special, sweet neighbour who would take a place in his heart sooner than he imagined.

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You wake up with the loud noises on the streets of New York. Days like this you're more than thankful for being able to live running your father's business. While people ran on the streets early in the morning, cup of coffee in a hand and the phone on the other yelling at someone about some work subject, you could just lay in bed and solve out the minor problems that could possibly show up along your day.

Owning the apartments normally didn't come with a lot of stuff to solve out, once in a while there were some problems that required you nothing more than calling a plumber or something similar to that. If you were going to be honest, it could really a boring routine sometimes, but nothing to complain.

You roll lazily to the side on your bed and Peter flashes instantly in your mind. The boy was starting to live rent free – ironically – in your thoughts, whenever you were doing a minor activity in your day, the tiniest of things would remind you of him.

You'd be lying if your said he didn't make you curious. Peter seemed to always be alone. You knew he lost his aunt, who he said was the only person he had, but you weren't waiting for him to be serious about her being the only person in his life. He lived right across your door for more than four months now and you haven't seen him bring anyone in, never came out of his place to do much more than groceries and taking out the trash. It made you wonder how a good looking, smart and kind guy like him could possibly be alone in this world. Your mind was flooded with unanswered questions.

But this time, you had an excuse to knock on his door. Not to get the rent money or to talk the regular stuff. You wanted to know if he was okay and maybe get some answers, if you’re lucky. You wanted to learn more about him.

...

Ater doing your morning routine and checking on some other tenants to see if they needed anything, you considered your job done. After a reasonable time waiting, you decide to knock on Peter's door.

“Coming!” you hear from a bit far from the door and he opens it up for you practically in the same second. He got there fast. “Hey.” he smiles at the sight of you and you feel your face burn under his glance. You smile back at him.

“Hey, I just came to check in if you were okay. You know... After last night.”

“I'm doing great actually, thank you for asking. Would take more than a piece of glass to take me down.” he does an exaggerated pose to show his arm muscles and you giggle. He has a moment of realization that you were still outside the door and steps aside “Please, come in.”

“Excuse me.” you walk into his apartment. In light of day now you can see the place with more clarity. Peter was an impressively organized person, but it's not like his place had a lot of stuff to put in place, it was pretty... Minimalist.

“If I knew I was gonna have visitors I would've organized it better. Or at least get us something decent to eat.” he laughs tracing your look all over the place.

“Oh, no! Please don't bother. And, the place it’s just fine. I came by without a warning so that’s on me.” You stop for a second thinking about what you’re going to say next. “But, if you do want food I can make us something at my place, y’know, it’s a long walk there but I think we can make it.” you ironize.

“If you do mean what you just said, I would actually love to take the invitation, I am starving right now, and I- um...” he stumbles in his own words, seeming like he was holding back his words and tenses up his shoulders, losing the comfortable posture he had before.

“You what?” you encourage him to say.

“I could... ah- I could really use some company.” he whispers coyly, looking at the floor. You look at him sadly, but you’re quick on putting your smile back when speaking to him, not wanting to put him down even more.

“Well, let’s go then.” you put your hands in front of yor body with the palm up, signing for him to take it. Peter holds back for a second before taking your hand on his and letting you guide him to your apartment.

...

Your apartment felt like home, I mean, it was your home, but it felt like home for Peter. The green plants on corners and books wherever he could lay eyes on made him feel oddly warm, familiar to the place, like he was welcome in there.

Even though he saw your place from the outside multiple times, coming in felt different. The way the sunlight got in and your curtains flew with the wind was calming for him, peaceful. You see his hazel eyes staring at your decorations and let his explore the place a little more before saying anything.

“You like it?” you finally ask, having a pretty good feeling about his answer.

“It’s so pretty.” he whispers out. “You should give me some decoration hints some time.” he chuckles. “I could definitely really use some help.”

“Of course. I’d be happy to do so.” you stare at eachother for what felt like eternity before you say something else. “Tacos sounds good to you?” you smile waiting for an answer and he nods, keeping his glance on you.

“Sounds great.”

“Awesome! Here, put this on, you’re going to help me do the fillings.” you deliver him an apron that was patterned with the words ‘the last time I cooked, hardly anyone got sick’. Peter reads it and lets out a loud giggle. He points at the apron looking at you.

“Really?” he says between a laugh. “Who gave you this? It’s so corny.” he mocks.

“It was my dad’s.” you say starring at him seriously. Peter’s face falls immediately.

“Oh- shi- I’m so sorry, Y/n, I- I didn't mean to -” you interrupt him with a laugh.

“I’m messing with you, my friend gave it to me on my birthday, and it is corny as hell” you say wiping a tear over laughing at his shocked face.

“Jesus, you’re terrible, I was feeling like shit over here.” he says still in a boyish tone but with a little bit of truth.

"Sorry, Pete." you put a hand in one of his cheeks and kiss the other in a bold act for your normal shyness around him. “Joking about my stuff is my coping way.” you shrug. “So... shall we?” you point at the kitchen.

"Ladies first." he steps aside letting you in with him right after you.

"Grab that for me, please.” you point at a bowl that was closer to him and he grabs it. “I'm gonna cut the stuff for the filling, put in there, you mix 'em, okay?"

"Yes, boss."

"The tacos will be ready in no time."

Cooking with Peter flew nice, you assumed he maybe used to help his aunt with that kind of stuff or he was just naturally good at it. He knew what to do, gave you good guesses and really, in no time, they were ready and you were both in your kitchen counter about to eat. The sun was shining bright on your living room, leaving no need for any lights on.

"Do you drink wine?”

“With tacos?” Peter looks at you leaning his head to the side. You shrug.

“Why not?”

“Hm. Fair point I guess, bring it in.” You put two glasses on the counter and fill them in just a little. Lifting your own glass towards the center of the table and looking at him.

“Cheers.”

“Hmm-” Peter stops after taking a bite of his taco “it's- it's really good.” You nod in response.

“So, how long do you live here? I mean, I know in the building is since forever but when did you have your own apartment?”

“When I turned sixteen-” you take a sip from the wine “my dad wanted me to have more responsibility over something, he wanted me to learn a little more by myself so he asked me if I wanted the vague apartment on the 5th floor. Of course I said yes, at the time my mind was flying around how ‘cool’ would I be bringing my friends to my own place ad I was to busy thinking about it to realize how much headache it could give me taking care of it all by myself.” you sigh. “And I guess that just proved my dad’s point about me needing to learn more, my mom spoiled me too much and I barely knew how to do laundry when I moved, it took me a lot of stained shirts to do so. At the time mom was furious with him, said he was crazy sending me to live alone but I was quite literally above their heads." you laugh and he does too.

Peter thinks twice before doing the next question, careful not to poke a wound at the mention of your mother. You never talked about her before.

"You mom? Um... You never told me about her." he tries to make you talk more but checking if your comfortable enough.

“Oh, no, sure. She’s still around,” you giggle. “After my dad was gone she didn’t want to stay here anymore, y’know? Too many memories. I was the opposite tho. I don’t think I could leave this place, at least not for a long while now.

“You keep contact with her?” he leans closer on the counter to hear you speak.

"We see eachother once a week and I call her every day." you smile "She's even seeing someone now, I think it's actually good she's starting over somewhere else y'know? She deserves it. To be happy." there's a moment of silence before you decide to ask "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Well do you have someone? Like, um, are you seeing someone?"

"Oh, me? No, no I'm not. I had a girlfriend in high school but-" he stops himself.

"But what?"

“No, nevermind, I just- She um... She doesn’t even remembers I exist.” You gasp.

“You could someone forget about you?” Peter laughs like you just told the biggest joke of all times.

"You'd be surprised."

"Well, did you hurt her or something?"

“No. No I didn't, it's just ah, we- we followed different paths.” he says finally. You could tell by his face there was much more in that story to be told, but didn't want to push him into telling you.

"I see. You didn't want to go to college? Like a gap year or sum?"

“Yeah, you could say that.”

"If you would tho what would you do?"

"Do what?"

"For college, Peter." you laugh "What did you like in school? I'm not offending you when I say this but you look like you were pretty nerdy."

"I am." he shrugs smiling "Science is in my veins." you giggle at his exaggerated sentence.

"Now you're the one being corny." you roll your eyes playfully and he laughs.

“Probably some science or technology related stuff? I don’t know, I honestly don’t think too much about it.”

“It suits you.” you say shortly in a smile.

"Thank you." he suddenly stops and leans into the counter to take your hand on his. Still keeping a slight grin on your face you lean your head to the side in curiosity.

"For what?" You try to wash away the chills on your skin just by his slight touch. You felt ridiculous being so easily shaken by someone.

"For this." he points at nothing and everything at the same time. "For keeping me company when I needed. And I was not exaggerating when I said I really needed this." he coughs

"Anytime, Parker. And I also really mean it when I say this." you hold his hand above yours and give it a soft squeeze.

"And thank you for the tacos," he gets back to the boyish tone "they were awesome."

"Only because I had the best helper ever. We make a hell of a good team, Parker."

"Yeah we do."

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not so quick a/n here I'm a sucker for slow burns and the “I'm clearly attracted to you but I won't make a move so early” trope and I think this kind of narrative makes sense here. I'm thinking if Peter fell for someone after no way home he would take the longest time fighting his inner battle if he should or shouldn't risk himself in a relationship again – if I was going to be perfectly accurate I would say he wouldn't but then why I would be writing this in the first place so I'm just going for a slower development with loads of dialogues bc I love writing them. So this is just a note of please-don't-get-mad-at-me-because-they-haven't-kissed-yet <3.

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olreid · 3 years

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[Transcript: The same thesis was expanded by Gowers, who portrayed migraine, faints, vagal attacks, vertigo, sleep-disorders, etc. as related to each other and to epilepsy -- all such nerve-storms being mutually if mysteriously transformable amongst themselves. End transcript]

hello friends, here to talk about tagging for migraine & epilepsy triggers again since some people have started doing that (ty!!) but lots haven't. essentially, for people who may not know, migraine and epilepsy are related - though separate - disorders in which triggers, including specific visual stimuli, produce extreme physical and neurological reactions that come on suddenly + can last for days and put you completely out of commission. for lots of people with migraine and/or epilepsy, day-to-day symptom management becomes a case of trying whenever possible to avoid specific triggers and therefore avoid the painful and scary symptoms they cause. those triggers vary from person to person, but some are more common than others, and in an online context most of the common ones have to do with high contrast content and moving images. more specifically, triggers might include flashing and flickering gifs, bright/neon colors, trippy patterns, and more. this post has some really good examples of what might be considered triggering in this context, altho obv don't click on it if that kind of thing is triggering for you.

i asked a while ago for mutuals to tag flashing gifs and eye strain, but then realized that i might not have given the best explanation of what that looks like, so hopefully this is a bit more helpful ! obviously if i don't follow you i guess this doesn't specifically apply but if you want to do a little thing that might make your content more accessible for ppl this could be big <3 also if you want to use other tags for this like migraine warning or epilepsy warning or something that works as well, just lmk whatever tag you're using so i can blacklist. a final note is that i understand that some people feel overwhelmed by trying to tag for lots of things or have focus/memory issues and know for whatever reason that they won't be able to tag for this consistently, which is totally fine -- in that case i'd prefer people just lmk so i can unfollow <3

i think that's all ! thx for reading, happy to answer questions about this or give more examples of triggering content if anyone needs.

#i don't rly feel like pinning this but mutuals mayhaps interact so i know u read it ? ty <3 #accessibility

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captainshadowshifter · 3 years

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HHHHHHHHHH I FINISHED IT I FINISHED THE SHINY THING THAT HAS BEEN MY ENTIRE EXISTENCE FOR THE PAST WEEK-AND-A-FEW-HOURS

I should prolly give a little detail here though. In terms of content.

⚠️ flashing colours / eyestrain / body horror / fictional blood (very badly drawn) / implied self harm ⚠️

Oooooffff that's a lot of them I know. Allow me to enlighten:

- Body horror is a general theme for him because of the new design

- The blood thing is completely unrelated to the other things

- The hurt. That's what's making me think twice about posting this. However, it's fairly integral to this specific part of the story. I've posted similar stuff before on this, but I can't stress enough that I don't want to hurt anyone.

Anyway! Video is under here! I really enjoyed making it! Yes I jumped on a trend bc @kiwipikazz showed me a bunch of them! And uh... if I need to explain anything or add a tag, just lmk 👌