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tenmissedcalls · 11 months

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What a Shame

So you’re just friends. Only friends. And you’ve spent months convincing yourself you’re okay with that. (min ho x reader)

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an: so i really didn’t think i would get this invested in this show... but here we are. this is a warmup for a longer fic i might end up posting. enjoy!

You’re starting to regret agreeing to come to this party.

The music is loud, bass pumping in your veins while you down your third mocktail of the evening. You’ve been camped out by the bar this entire evening, and you’re pretty sure the bartender is starting to feel bad for you. But Kitty and Q are nowhere to be seen, and your nerves get the better of you every time you consider joining the crowds on the dance floor.

It doesn’t help that you’re increasingly insecure about getting all dressed up just to sit in the corner all night. Q had absolutely gushed over your outfit when you arrived, but suddenly it feels tight in all the wrong places and it hadn’t even been worth it, not when the guy you’d been hoping to notice you has barely looked your way all evening.

But he certainly noticed Kitty, you think, trying to quell the bitter feelings roiling in your stomach. Not that you blame him. She looks incredible, really, and you’re more than happy for her that she’s starting to move on. You’ve never thought of yourself as the jealous type. It just has your mind turning over itself anxiously and you wave down the bartender for another mocktail to bury your feelings in.

This really isn’t your scene. You’re starting to consider taking the walk back to your dorm, given your curfew has already come and gone. You’re sure your friends wouldn’t mind, wherever they are. So you slide off the bar stool, legs stiff from sitting still for so long, when suddenly a hand grabs yours and you’re pulled face-to-face with a clearly intoxicated Kitty.

“How many drinks have you had?” you ask her, voice raised over the noise. Your mouth pulls itself into a frown when you smell the alcohol on your breath, and you do your best to steer her over to a chair.

“Only… thirteen?” she begins, and the evident panic on your face has her own eyes widening. “No! Thirteen sips, not drinks. Thirteen sips,” she clarifies, and you heave a sigh in relief. You’re not even sure where she’s getting the alcohol from, but you’re sure more than enough students have smuggled in flasks of vodka.

“Are you having fun?” she shouts, louder than she has to, and now your expression is turning back into a frown. It’s not that you’re not trying - you’ve been to more than a few parties, and they’re usually enjoyable enough. But tonight is different, for reasons you can’t really put a finger on.

Kitty notices immediately, even though she’s clearly verging on more than tipsy at this point. Her eyes narrow, and you try to backtrack as quickly as you can by forcing a smile onto your face.

“No! Yes. Yes, I’m having fun,” you blurt out, even though you’re starting to get a headache and the lights on the dance floor suddenly seem far too bright.

Kitty shakes her head. “Don’t lie to me,” she pouts, and you suppress your laughter. “I know how to make you feel better- go find Min Ho,” she says, oblivious to the effect his name has on you.

Suddenly, you’re frozen. Right - he’s the reason you even came to this party in the first place (not that you want to admit it). It’s a strange dichotomy, the way he has you on edge and yet you’ve never felt more at ease than when you’re with him. And almost like it’s fate, you look up and there he is in the crowds.

He looks… good. Far too good. It’s unfair, really, the way he seems to glow in the lights. It’s effortless for him, the way his confidence spills over itself on the dance floor. You think you could lose yourself forever in the cut of his jawline and the spread of his shoulders. You don’t even like the color of the suit he’s wearing and yet he’s pulling it off in a way that makes you weak in the knees. You find yourself wishing for some of the alcohol that Kitty’s been drinking, because your nerves have your stomach twisting itself into knots.

“What do you mean?” you ask Kitty, voice wavering. She rolls her eyes like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Maybe it is - you feel like you’ve never been vulnerable than when you look at him.

“You like him, don’t you? Go dance with him,” she says like she’s stating something as undeniable as the fact that the sky is blue. You stare at her, bewildered, for long enough that she physically grabs you and pushes you gently toward the dance floor. You don’t even dance, you think distantly to yourself.

You forget that Kitty has this innate ability to pick up on people’s feelings - not that you’re willing to believe have any for him. Yes, he’s so pretty it makes your chest hurt. Yes, you’ve found yourself laughing at his stupid jokes in chemistry class more than you’d like to admit. Yes, you think that underneath his layers and layers of charm and charisma and defensiveness, he’s sweet and funny and smarter than he gives himself credit for. Yes, maybe you’d like to think that between the lingering glances and the lingering touches and the way he smiles at you, he’s caught feelings too. But you also know he’s not the type for commitment, and you’ve entrenched yourself firmly in the friend zone before he can hurt you. You can’t help but compare yourself to all the others falling over themselves for his attention, either.

So you’re just friends. Only friends. And you’ve spent months convincing yourself you’re okay with that.

And then you’re there, pulled into the mass of people dancing. Whatever song is playing is the kind that’ll be stuck in your head for the next week, and when you suck in a breath it tastes like teenage mistakes and rose-tinted memories. It’s almost overwhelming, and you lose sight of him immediately, until-

“You’re here!”

His hand is on your elbow as he pulls you through the crowd, and the physical contact feels like pure electricity running through your nerves. His mouth curls into a smile at the sight of you, and it’s like it’s just the two of you on the dance floor all of the sudden. You don’t know whether you love or hate the fact that he has this effect on you.

“I couldn’t miss the best party of the year, could I?” you tell him, tilting your head up to look at him.

Oh.

It’s like he’s drinking in the sight of you, eyes dragging up and down your face and lingering far too long on your lips. You wonder how embarrassing it would be if your legs gave out right now.

“You… haven’t had anything to drink, have you?” you ask, voice strained, even though you know he would never, especially at his own party. He laughs.

“Of course not. Why do you ask?” he replies, leaning down ever so slightly, and the sudden eye contact has you flustered beyond belief. “What’s got you so shy all of a sudden? Is it me? I have that effect on people.”

“No! Of course not-” you sputter, although you’re sure he can see right through you. Normally you’d laugh his cockiness off, but something about being in such close proximity to him has your thoughts scrambled. Your mind races to think of an excuse for your jitteriness. “I just - we’re trying to help Kitty have her first kiss, and -”

You slap a hand over your mouth. Bad excuse, you chide yourself mentally. You’re sure Min Ho doesn’t want to hear about it, especially since he’s firmly siding with Dae over the whole issue, and something about the phrase first kiss has you feeling almost nauseous.

“Oh, a first kiss. You too?” Min Ho asks teasingly.

“No, I’m just…” you trail off. The truth is you don’t really know why you’re here, when you really think about it. Yes, Kitty had convinced you to come by mentioning that the party was being thrown by Min Ho. But now that you’re here, you’re more than painfully aware of your feelings for him, and you’re at a loss as to how to deal with them. And now you’re thinking about it - kissing him.

You turn your head back towards him, eyes sticking to the dip of his throat disappearing into his collar.

“What a shame,” he whispers, hand still lingering on your arm and you swear you see stars when he leans in closer. Your hand instinctively reaches up to hold onto his shoulder to steady yourself.

“Come find me if you change your mind.”

And then he’s slipping back into the party with a wink, leaving you completely and utterly breathless.

#xo kitty x reader #min ho x reader #KINDA NERVOUS ABOUT POSTING THIS...#pls im so embarrassed abt the effect this show has had on me /lh #i see all of u asking for min ho content tho. so i am here to hopefully provide #(BTW THIS IS A SELF SHIP BLOG DONT FOLLOW ME FOR FICS)#all my moots pls look away /lh #🎐 my writing

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ionomycin · 1 year

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#artists on tumblr #back on my bs #overly detailed rooms is what i keep going back to #my weird comfort zone #kinda nervous about the state of twitter #thanks to the view count can see that people don't even see my posts right now as much as they used to #if people don't like my art that's fine #but if my followers don't get to even see my art #that sucks #what is the follow button even for if it won't show you posts from that person #maybe i really need to try to venture into... shudder... instagram again

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enden-agolor · 7 months

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Uhhhh i dont usually make fanart of my own fics but like uhhh here you go

#how the fuck do people have the patience to do comics #i was FIGHTING myself to finish this #good grief what the hell #im kinda nervous about posting this ngl i dont usually post such uh… passionate looking art publicly #the men are gay is what i am trying to say #mcsm #jesskas #my art #mcsm jesse #mcsm lukas #minecraft story mode #mcsm fanart

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systememergency · 10 months

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OSDDID community, please remember that, yes, most cases of DID are covert, but not all cases. I am an overt DID system, my alters act extremely different from me and this has repeatedly caused me issues throughout my whole life. It has made navigating this disorder extremely difficult for me and has made people other me a lot. People have almost called emergency services on me for how differently I start acting when certain alters front. I physically cannot hide my symptoms. My symptoms have always been pointed out by others and I was very much estranged from and bullied by people around me for it. Even teachers would badger me over my symptoms.

It gets really tiring and demotivating seeing people saying over and over that "DID is covert," "DID is hidden," "DID never makes itself known" when all my life my DID has been overt, has never been hidden, and has made itself known. It makes me feel like my existence is inconvenient to address because people want to feel better about their experiences. But what about my experiences? It makes me feel isolated from the community because people are constantly saying that my experience is not real which has driven me further and further away from OSDDID communities because there's such scorn for the idea that overt systems do exist.

You can absolutely acknowledge that OSDDID most of the time is covert and not spotted by others. A lot of people do end up figuring out symptoms purely on their own and others doubt their symptoms because they are not obvious enough, and that sucks. But please do not then assume your experience is the only one and that overt systems are some made up concept or that OSDDID is inherently covert. We do exist and we need a place within the community as well

#This made processing the fact that I'm an overt system 100x harder bc it makes me feel isolated from a community that I joined #in the first place bc I felt isolated from everyone else #I noticed this is mostly a problem on reddit but I've also noticed it here so I figured I should say it #Anyway I'm v nervous about posting this for some reason - I hope it comes across in the way I intend lol #osddid system #did #osddid #cdd #did system #actually did #complex dissociative disorder #did osdd #dissociative identity disorder #system things #overt did #overt dissociative identity disorder #rant #rant kinda

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chubbybunyu · 1 year

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My cravings won over my fears, so here's my first ever tk-art as my first ever post for this community!! And also my first ever time drawing masculine figures hahah lotsa firsts here

Little Vash meowmeow is getting a well deserved treatment for simply being so adorable

My art, don't repost but reblog please!♥

#i'm still nervous posting this but i really like how it turned out for my first one!!#the hands are supposed to be wolfwood #i would've died if i tried to do a two character mini comic ehe #anyway this man has been living in my head Rent Free so it's about time he starts paying up in some form hehe #this was really fun to make too so if people would like to see more from me i think i'm slowly up to the task!!#trigun stampede tickles #tristamp tickles #lee vash #ler wolfwood #kinda lmao #chu draws

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palskippah · 11 months

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Hi!

Mario’s distaste for mushrooms is so funny and it gives material to draw stuff like this hehe

(Based over a fic I read years ago where the guy craved a fruit that literally every single person in that world hated and so he ate it shamefully ajksdjsad here Mario just eats angrily bc he hates it)

Also I say that at any inconvenience regarding the pregnancy Mario goes >:c to his belly, like he’s mad at the babies asdlaskd and Peach plays along.

(Also- sorry to people that actually speak italian, I did translate what Mario’s saying in google akjdjksdak he’s saying btw “how dare you two? To betray your own mother...”)

#super mario bros #mario mario #princess peach #mareach #mpreg #my art #also it's been years and yet I can't understand how to make basic lighting work but it was needed sorryyyy #thinking of that concept art where he is suffering trying to eat a cooked mushroom #also I love dad mario but also i love mama mario so im conflicted #it could be mommy peach and mama mario IDKKK #I actually don't like 'mommy' but I was thinking of Mami Peach in spanish and that's the translation alskdskad #t4t mareach for the win #also i'm not sure if poke is the correct word for when you touch something repeatedly with a finger #but I think it is #i'm cringe and yet not free #I still get kinda nervous about posting mpreg akjsdj #mareach preggy stuff

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nerdykorgi · 7 months

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some fanart of Werewalker Hunter from the amazing fic "The Golden Brother" by @captainmera

I love this fic so much, its so much fun to read and the writing is so good i just askncfhtuydbavhurejfdb

Mera does such a good job at writing each character and im very excited to see where the story goes :D

also sketch of Hunter in the mindscape with Caleb, artemis, and the selkiedomus

i am a sucker for dad Caleb content and this fic gives me life i swear to titan he makes me feral

Anyways I hope you like it Mera! (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥

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They also have a really cool comic called "In Blood We Rise" and its rlly cool and u should rlly go read it 👀

#toh #the owl house #toh hunter #hunter toh #toh au #caleb wittebane #willow park #toh willow #huntlow #something about characters just going apeshit feral rly tickles my fancy :3 #I kinda nervous ngl #two posts in a week :0!? im on a roll #ima go to bed now lol

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bucktommys · 6 months

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think about all the places we could go

buck/eddie | 2k+ | ao3

“I,” Athena says, slowly, “have a lot of questions.”

“That’s understandable,” Eddie says. “Take your time.”

Athena takes two long, deep breaths. The other officer next to her doesn’t seem to know where to look; Buck sees him desperately pretend to be interested in the one solitary picture Eddie has hanging on his wall, like their family trip to the zoo is pertinent to the matter at hand. “I don’t suppose anyone knows about this,” Athena says.

It’s not a question, but Buck is also currently wang-out in front of his boss’s wife, so he has enough self-preservation not to get caught on semantics, now. “Uh, no ma’am.”

“Don’t you ma’am me,” says Athena.

“Sorry.”

The other officer is now almost nose-to-nose to the picture with the force of his feigned ignorance. Athena just looks grieved. “Why, then,” she says, “did you get military-grade handcuffs? Were the pink fuzzy ones not macho enough for you?”

Her tone drips with derision. She’s absolutely going home to tell Bobby all about this. “We kept, uh, breaking the pink fuzzy ones,” Eddie admits, and then, “Buck, don’t preen.”

“I’m not preening,” Buck says, probably definitely preening, but like it’s his fault, okay? It’s good to know the bicep curls are working. “Look, we’re two big firefighters. Those flimsy sex store handcuffs weren’t gonna hold us.”

read on ao3!

#my fic #im. so sorry.#this was also not the fic that was meant to be written but alas the taylor book fic is taking her sweet time #it appears the only fic i can write is crackfic. but sometimes its what a girl has to do 🫶#also on a real note these silly little shorter crackfics kinda help with like....idk making ao3 casual again sdgfhsdf #sometimes i can get a bit nervous about posting on hammersmiths bc i get in my head and think everything has to be at least 15k+ and perfec #but sometimes it can be 2k and silly as rocks!!#so anyway hope u enjoy i missed writing fic so BAD

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