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guys can we just talk about how cute Scoups’s dimples are.
omg he’s getting me BAD. HELP IM ALREADY GETTING HUNTED DOWN BY WOOZI AND HOSHI, (WHO ARE MY BIASES) SO I DONT NEED ANOTHER BIAS WRECKER
anyways, for his wip ideas i will mention his dimples. dw guys. OMG AND THE POUTING. ALSO CAN WE SHOW APPRECIATION TO HIS SIDE PROFILE, IDK ABOUT YOU GUYS BUT THAT HAS ME BARKING
guys can we just talk about how cute Scoups’s dimples are.
omg he’s getting me BAD. HELP IM ALREADY GETTING HUNTED DOWN BY WOOZI AND HOSHI, (WHO ARE MY BIASES) SO I DONT NEED ANOTHER BIAS WRECKER
anyways, for his wip ideas i will mention his dimples. dw guys. OMG AND THE POUTING. ALSO CAN WE SHOW APPRECIATION TO HIS SIDE PROFILE, IDK ABOUT YOU GUYS BUT THAT HAS ME BARKING
[C.V] : “It’s so unfortunate, really. Look at him. He’s gone mad after not being able to save him.”
[X.M] : “Well, he was the cause. But you can’t really blame him, can you?”
[C.V] : “Partially, but I also feel that Seungkwan being unable to handle it made it worse.”
[X.M] : “He was always an emotional guy. Emotional, and empathetic.”
[C.V] : “…Hey, does DK still keep that flower with him?”
[X.M] : “As far as I know, yes. We know that the flowers cannot spread the disease, and are left as a symbolism.”
[C.V] : “He’s had it in his hair for years.”
[X.M] : “And the flower never rots. Intriguing, isn’t it?”
[C.V] : “Truly… I feel horrible for DK. They were close, weren’t they?”
[X.M] : “Childhood best friends. One expressed the truth, got shrugged off. Ended up rotting away. Thankfully he hadn’t became a monster. That would be worse…”
[C.V] : “And difficult to deal with too. You know those creatures are powerful.”
[X.M] : “…Correct.”
[C.V] : "...Now what? DK's one of our best scientists and we can't just let him stay in that room forever."
[X.M] : "Simple, we let him out, but keep an eye on him in case of another breakdown."
[C.V] : “It’s so unfortunate, really. Look at him. He’s gone mad after not being able to save him.”
[X.M] : “Well, he was the cause. But you can’t really blame him, can you?”
[C.V] : “Partially, but I also feel that Seungkwan being unable to handle it made it worse.”
[X.M] : “He was always an emotional guy. Emotional, and empathetic.”
[C.V] : “…Hey, does DK still keep that flower with him?”
[X.M] : “As far as I know, yes. We know that the flowers cannot spread the disease, and are left as a symbolism.”
[C.V] : “He’s had it in his hair for years.”
[X.M] : “And the flower never rots. Intriguing, isn’t it?”
[C.V] : “Truly… I feel horrible for DK. They were close, weren’t they?”
[X.M] : “Childhood best friends. One expressed the truth, got shrugged off. Ended up rotting away. Thankfully he hadn’t became a monster. That would be worse…”
[C.V] : “And difficult to deal with too. You know those creatures are powerful.”
[X.M] : “…Correct.”
[C.V] : "...Now what? DK's one of our best scientists and we can't just let him stay in that room forever."
[X.M] : "Simple, we let him out, but keep an eye on him in case of another breakdown."
— This disease mainly spreads when it comes to rejection, whether it’s high school sweethearts, colleagues, best friends, enemies, you name it. It doesn’t spare anyone.
STAGE 0 : REJECTION
— The prelude. The person has been rejected by a loved one or their feelings get shrugged off.
STAGE 1 : GUILT
— This is the initial stage. The disease begins to form after one or two days of being rejected. Symptoms may include coughing, sneezing and high temperatures. May be confused with a common cold. Sanity drops to radon 80%-90%.
STAGE 2 : TERROR
— This is the second stage. The disease will start to properly form in the lungs. There is a chance the infected individual may start coughing up petals. More symptoms include pale skin, increased sensitivity to heat, cold, light and touch, self-deprecation. Sanity drops to around 70-80%.
STAGE 3.1 : SUFFERING
— This can go two ways. One, the person decides to accept the fact. In this situation, there is a likely chance of recovery from the disease. If they were to not accept it though, the disease gets worse. Symptoms include coughing up blood and petals or leaves, nausea, weakened muscles, fragile bones and decaying lungs.
STAGE 3.2 : RAGE
— This is an uncommon mutation that occurs due to the flowers inside the lungs being a rare variety. Symptoms may include decreased anger tolerance, increased physical strength and paranoia.
STAGE 4 : ENDING
— Unable to overcome the rejection, they resort to unnecessary means such as self-harm. This is the final stage. In the end, either the person dies due to flowers clumping up in the lungs, or suicide. Symptoms include coughing up full-on flower clots.
STAGE ??? : MONSTER
— This is a rare mutation, with only about a 1-2% chance. The individual may have a flower bloom from their eye, the stem piercing through the pupil and lens. Blood comes out from where the eye used to be. Symptoms include sharpened teeth, increased hunger (for flesh), darkened eyes, wider pupils, hair loss, flowers blooming on the body, possible limb stretching and jaw dislocation. Their sanity drops to 0%, they cannot control their minds anymore. They are only a monster now.
STAGE ??? (VER 2) : BLOOMING
— If they do not give in to their monster-like tendencies, the body starts to rot away while they’re still conscious. This causes immense pain as their limbs fall apart, their skin sheds and deformation occurs. In the end, they will turn into a flower, the flower that once invaded their lungs.
HOW DO WE TREAT IT?
— If you encounter someone suffering, or if you are the one suffering, seek help from the lab immediately. Scientists have found ways to slow the disease from spreading, and potentially cure you if you are in the early stages. Preferably, it should be stage 1 or 2. Stage 3 is not impossible, but difficult. Stage 4 and ???, you have gone too far.
omg seeing shua in the fighter grp just makes me think of that one meme where it's like "who are you in the friendgroup: truck freak, crazy ass, *eldritch horror*, the fighter" and it's just a pic of shua all cute and smiley under "the fighter" i shouldnt be laughing this hard
dk tried to save him, but he couldn't. he still feels guilt after that. wouldn't you too? imagine being unable to save your own best friend who succumbed to being a monster.
: booseok
: in this au, kwan and dk are childhood friends + closer than ever
: dk knew how to treat seungkwan, but didn't act on it due to being limited by joshua
btw! they never got to visit the cafe they wanted to together. seungkwan had already contracted the disease prior.
🤍 chan x f!reader
🤍 0.8k
🤍 based on shivers by ed sheeran and the photos above :D
🤍 requested by @bubbliegubs <33
🤍 brief mentions of alcohol, they’re at a club, chan just really wants to kiss reader and reader ain’t making it easy. that’s it that’s the pitch. some kissing bc ofc there is.
Chan just wants to feel your lips on his. Is that so hard?
🤍
The way your fingers toy with the collar of Chan’s jacket is already enough to make him lose his mind. That, plus the pulse of the music and the adrenaline and alcohol pumping through his veins, is leading in a very dangerous direction.
Leading, as if he isn’t halfway there already, hands on your hips in the middle of the dance floor. Bodies swarm around him, bumping and jostling, but none of them are you, arms curled lazily around his neck, eyes sparkling with golden glitter, lipstick and lipgloss perfect and teasing him. He wants to mess it up. He really wants to mess it up.
But every time he leans in, you turn away, pretty lips curling in a tantalizing smirk.
“You said you wanted to dance,” you whisper in his ear, fingers pressing at the back of his neck to pull him down to your level. He’d go even without the direction. “So we’re going to dance, baby.”
Chan’s mouth goes dry. Your hips move under his hands, back and forth to the beat, and it’s less like he’s holding you and more like he’s trying to hold on. You tilt your head back, hair spilling around your bare shoulders, a trio of necklaces ringing your neck, and it’s so unfair. So unfair. He never should’ve dragged you to this club tonight. Maybe you wouldn’t have dressed up so much, but he’d kiss you silly in your pajamas any day of the week. He didn’t mind.
Now, in your halter top and pleated skirt and freaking lipstick, you’re just punishing him. You’d wanted to stay home. He’d coaxed you out. Now he wants nothing more than to be back home, and you aren’t letting him.
Pure torture. It’s awful. You’re in his arms, right there, and yet Chan can’t kiss you.
It’s driving him crazy.
“I’m sorry,” he rasps, tugging at your hips. “Please, babe. I’m sorry. You were right, we should’ve stayed home.”
Your eyes gleam with triumph. Normally he’d bristle at that, try to fight for his pride, but right now that’s the last thing on his mind. The way your lips quirk into a smile is all he can think about.
“There we go,” you whisper, and then you’re taking his hand and dragging him through the crowd and towards the door.
Chan doesn’t make it there. The moment you’re free from the mob of dancers, he’s trapping you against the first wall he can find, and you laugh into his mouth as his lips crash into yours.
“Hey, slow down,” you manage between kisses. Shut up, he thinks, because you taste like strawberries and vodka and it’s driving him insane. He kisses you again and again, then when you laugh again he tucks his head in the crook of your neck to kiss over the necklaces he bought you. “Mm – Chan – Chan, baby, at least wait till we get to the car,” you giggle, giggle, and now you’re just laughing at his pain. He pauses, looking up to catch a glimpse of your eyes as they dilate.
“Don’t tell me to wait,” he begs, because, yeah. That’s what it’s come to.
But your damn eyes dance with mischief, and he knows you’re not done.
“Car,” you repeat, brushing his hands off of your hips, and he can only make a strangled noise as you disappear out the front door.
He has the keys, buried somewhere in his pocket, so by the time he drags his scattered brain together and makes it outside, you’re leaning against the back door of his sedan, heel propped up on the tire, arms crossed and hair fluttering in the cool night breeze. You’re beautiful. And you’re looking at him. His heart clenches in his chest, or maybe it’s his lungs that are dying, but either way he somehow manages to get across the parking lot and click the car open.
You turn around, pulling the door open, and Chan has to restrain himself from tackling you straight into the backseat. As it is, he loops one arm around your waist and drags you inside the car, protecting your head with the other.
Your laugh is a blessing and a curse as he pauses only long enough to yank the door shut behind him. It slams hard enough to jostle the whole car.
Then he looks down at you, clothes rumpled and hair spread out on the seat, and everything crashes into him yet again. Your beauty. Your laugh. Your fiery, teasing, passionate love, just for him, always for him.
“Well?” you ask, breathless, palm warm on his knee where he’s braced it beside your hip. “We’re in the car.”
But Chan can’t move. You’re too beautiful. He could get lost in your eyes. He could kiss them a million times. Is that weird?
“Oh, you idiot,” you whisper, and then your hands are on his collar and he’s crashing into your lips.
🎮 vernon x f!reader
🎮 1k
🎮 pure fluff :D
🎮 gaming streamer vernon, established relationship, reader had a bad day but there’s no details. really this is just cuddles. also cheolwoo being slight menaces.
🎮 requested by anon!! i don’t know almost anything about gaming, honestly, but i hope this is good enough lol. thank you my dear @bubbliegubs for beta'ing and telling me how gaming streams work <3
🎮 and requests are open, so feel free to send me things :D
Vernon's streaming when you walk in, but that isn't going to stop him from giving you the cuddles you need.
🎮
“Not the jellyfish again,” Vernon groans into his mic, thumb flicking the little bug knight back the way he came. “I am so sick of those guys. Nah, we’re not dealing with them today.”
The chat fills with laughter. A few hate comments rip into him for avoiding the tricky parts, but he really couldn’t care less. He just hops his way back out of the cavern, fingers light on the controller.
“I wanna go back and visit the humming guy,” he decides, pulling up the game map. He glances at the webcam for a moment, then the comments. “Yeah, I know I don’t need a map. I just like talking to him, okay? He’s cool. I’ll go fight something after, I promise.”
He starts navigating his way back to the humming map guy, avoiding most of the little bugs that get in his way because it just lets him move faster. A few people in the chat start cheering when he passes the little scraps of paper and the faint sounds of an old bug humming begin to trickle in.
“Cornifer, man, there you are!” Vernon cheers when he finally comes into view. The chat cheers with him, flashing by too fast for him to read. He runs back and forth in front of the older bug, clicking through the familiar dialogue. “How ya doing, buddy? Good to see you again –”
The door creaks open, and he glances over in surprise to find your wide, tired eyes peeking into the room. You start to pull back, but he shakes his head, scrambling to pause the game and pull up his ‘brb’ screen. “Sorry, give me a few minutes, guys,” he says, cutting his mic, and then with a final glance over his setup, he sets his controller down and pushes his chair back.
“Babe.”
The door slowly opens again. You’re standing there, shoulders hunched, jacket still on, a guilty, sheepish expression on your beautiful face.
Vernon holds out his arms. “Come here.”
“You’re streaming,” you whisper, lips slipping into a little pout.
“You’re exhausted. Clearly.”
“But…”
You waver. Vernon beckons with the tips of his fingers.
“Please?” he adds, and maybe he pouts a little bit, too.
You crumble, rushing across the room and into his arms so fast that his chair rolls back as he catches you. You whisper something into his neck that sounds like an apology, but he just wraps his arms around your waist, gently guiding you onto his lap.
“You’re alright, baby,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss into your hair. “You wanna tell me about it?”
But you shake your head. “Later.” Your voice is quiet, muffled, almost watery, and he frowns but doesn’t comment on it. He just brushes his fingers through your hair.
“You wanna take the jacket off?” Vernon asks, but you shake your head, burrowing further into the crook of his neck. He nods. That’s alright. He doesn’t mind seeing you in his jacket for a little longer. He does slip his hands underneath it, though, to rub up and down your back. He can feel the way you melt into him, and he loves it.
“Comfy?” he murmurs eventually, and you nod for a moment. Then you pause and start to squirm instead, so he loosens his grip as you tug your arms out from against his chest. The loss almost makes him frown, but then your hands curl around his waist, and suddenly he doesn’t mind so much. “Better?” he asks, and you nod. “Alright. I’m gonna keep playing, babes. Let me know if you need anything.” Another nod. He dips his head, almost too far, to drop a kiss against your neck, humming for a moment against the warmth of your skin.
Then, a little reluctantly, he drags himself back to his desk, one hand at the small of your back to make sure you don’t bump into the edge. “Unmuting now,” he murmurs, waiting until he can feel you nod before he flicks his mic on again. “Sorry about that, chat,” he says softly. He cuts the webcam access, but pulls the game back up, glancing briefly at the comments flying past. “We’re gonna do the rest of tonight ASMR-style, yeah. Sorry.”
You huff a quiet laugh against Vernon’s shoulder, and he smiles, nudging your head gently with his chin as a silent response. Your arms tighten around his waist.
A familiar name pops into the chat, and Vernon glances up.
cherrycoup: asmr, huh? sounds like ur trying not to wake someone up.........
Vernon rolls his eyes, but just starts playing, the controller resting against the small of your back. “I’m gonna go mess around in that weird cavern I found earlier, I think.”
wonugamer: You’re avoiding the bosses. You only do that when she’s around so you don’t look like a loser.
cherrycoup: LOL WONU
cherrycoup: nah u right tho, shes totally on his lap rn
Vernon snorts. “Guys, shut up. At least I have a girlfriend.”
You laugh out loud for a moment before shoving your face into Vernon’s shoulder, and he chuckles, feeling the warmth that floods into your cheeks. The chat explodes for a moment – wait is that his gf??? – aw dangit he really isn’t single.. – gasp thats so cute – and he just grins.
wonugamer: Wow. Low blow.
cherrycoup: I WILL HAVE U KNOW THAT I AM TALKING TO SOMEONE THANK U VERY MUCH
wonugamer: You mean you’re in a situationship.
cherrycoup: SHUT UP, JEON WONWO
cherrycoup: WONWOO
“Losers,” Vernon mutters with a grin. He drops a very loud smack of a kiss on your cheek, dismissing how he has to contort himself to do so because the tiny peck you leave on his collarbone is more than worth it. He clears his throat to whisper softly: “Yeah, my girlfriend is falling asleep on my lap. Yeah, I don’t wanna wake her up. So shut up and watch me play her favorite game, yeah?”
A chorus of awwwwwwwwws swarms the chat as Vernon swaps the audio output, and the soft music of Hollow Knight fills the room. Your lips curl into a smile against the crook of Vernon’s neck, and he has to bite his lip to keep from grinning like an idiot.
He plays the easy stuff tonight, and a handful of people leave the stream now that he’s definitely not fighting any bosses, but with your quiet weight on him and your soft breaths evening out against his skin, he really couldn’t care less.
no okay where's the clip from that vid of him pretending to be a reaction youtuber cause that lived in my brain RENT FREE for WAY TOO LONG when it first came out and i am MAD that someone cut him off bc I WANT YOUTUBER VERNONNNNN
🎮 vernon x f!reader
🎮 1k
🎮 pure fluff :D
🎮 gaming streamer vernon, established relationship, reader had a bad day but there’s no details. really this is just cuddles. also cheolwoo being slight menaces.
🎮 requested by anon!! i don’t know almost anything about gaming, honestly, but i hope this is good enough lol. thank you my dear @bubbliegubs for beta'ing and telling me how gaming streams work <3
🎮 and requests are open, so feel free to send me things :D
Vernon's streaming when you walk in, but that isn't going to stop him from giving you the cuddles you need.
🎮
“Not the jellyfish again,” Vernon groans into his mic, thumb flicking the little bug knight back the way he came. “I am so sick of those guys. Nah, we’re not dealing with them today.”
The chat fills with laughter. A few hate comments rip into him for avoiding the tricky parts, but he really couldn’t care less. He just hops his way back out of the cavern, fingers light on the controller.
“I wanna go back and visit the humming guy,” he decides, pulling up the game map. He glances at the webcam for a moment, then the comments. “Yeah, I know I don’t need a map. I just like talking to him, okay? He’s cool. I’ll go fight something after, I promise.”
He starts navigating his way back to the humming map guy, avoiding most of the little bugs that get in his way because it just lets him move faster. A few people in the chat start cheering when he passes the little scraps of paper and the faint sounds of an old bug humming begin to trickle in.
“Cornifer, man, there you are!” Vernon cheers when he finally comes into view. The chat cheers with him, flashing by too fast for him to read. He runs back and forth in front of the older bug, clicking through the familiar dialogue. “How ya doing, buddy? Good to see you again –”
The door creaks open, and he glances over in surprise to find your wide, tired eyes peeking into the room. You start to pull back, but he shakes his head, scrambling to pause the game and pull up his ‘brb’ screen. “Sorry, give me a few minutes, guys,” he says, cutting his mic, and then with a final glance over his setup, he sets his controller down and pushes his chair back.
“Babe.”
The door slowly opens again. You’re standing there, shoulders hunched, jacket still on, a guilty, sheepish expression on your beautiful face.
Vernon holds out his arms. “Come here.”
“You’re streaming,” you whisper, lips slipping into a little pout.
“You’re exhausted. Clearly.”
“But…”
You waver. Vernon beckons with the tips of his fingers.
“Please?” he adds, and maybe he pouts a little bit, too.
You crumble, rushing across the room and into his arms so fast that his chair rolls back as he catches you. You whisper something into his neck that sounds like an apology, but he just wraps his arms around your waist, gently guiding you onto his lap.
“You’re alright, baby,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss into your hair. “You wanna tell me about it?”
But you shake your head. “Later.” Your voice is quiet, muffled, almost watery, and he frowns but doesn’t comment on it. He just brushes his fingers through your hair.
“You wanna take the jacket off?” Vernon asks, but you shake your head, burrowing further into the crook of his neck. He nods. That’s alright. He doesn’t mind seeing you in his jacket for a little longer. He does slip his hands underneath it, though, to rub up and down your back. He can feel the way you melt into him, and he loves it.
“Comfy?” he murmurs eventually, and you nod for a moment. Then you pause and start to squirm instead, so he loosens his grip as you tug your arms out from against his chest. The loss almost makes him frown, but then your hands curl around his waist, and suddenly he doesn’t mind so much. “Better?” he asks, and you nod. “Alright. I’m gonna keep playing, babes. Let me know if you need anything.” Another nod. He dips his head, almost too far, to drop a kiss against your neck, humming for a moment against the warmth of your skin.
Then, a little reluctantly, he drags himself back to his desk, one hand at the small of your back to make sure you don’t bump into the edge. “Unmuting now,” he murmurs, waiting until he can feel you nod before he flicks his mic on again. “Sorry about that, chat,” he says softly. He cuts the webcam access, but pulls the game back up, glancing briefly at the comments flying past. “We’re gonna do the rest of tonight ASMR-style, yeah. Sorry.”
You huff a quiet laugh against Vernon’s shoulder, and he smiles, nudging your head gently with his chin as a silent response. Your arms tighten around his waist.
A familiar name pops into the chat, and Vernon glances up.
cherrycoup: asmr, huh? sounds like ur trying not to wake someone up.........
Vernon rolls his eyes, but just starts playing, the controller resting against the small of your back. “I’m gonna go mess around in that weird cavern I found earlier, I think.”
wonugamer: You’re avoiding the bosses. You only do that when she’s around so you don’t look like a loser.
cherrycoup: LOL WONU
cherrycoup: nah u right tho, shes totally on his lap rn
Vernon snorts. “Guys, shut up. At least I have a girlfriend.”
You laugh out loud for a moment before shoving your face into Vernon’s shoulder, and he chuckles, feeling the warmth that floods into your cheeks. The chat explodes for a moment – wait is that his gf??? – aw dangit he really isn’t single.. – gasp thats so cute – and he just grins.
wonugamer: Wow. Low blow.
cherrycoup: I WILL HAVE U KNOW THAT I AM TALKING TO SOMEONE THANK U VERY MUCH
wonugamer: You mean you’re in a situationship.
cherrycoup: SHUT UP, JEON WONWO
cherrycoup: WONWOO
“Losers,” Vernon mutters with a grin. He drops a very loud smack of a kiss on your cheek, dismissing how he has to contort himself to do so because the tiny peck you leave on his collarbone is more than worth it. He clears his throat to whisper softly: “Yeah, my girlfriend is falling asleep on my lap. Yeah, I don’t wanna wake her up. So shut up and watch me play her favorite game, yeah?”
A chorus of awwwwwwwwws swarms the chat as Vernon swaps the audio output, and the soft music of Hollow Knight fills the room. Your lips curl into a smile against the crook of Vernon’s neck, and he has to bite his lip to keep from grinning like an idiot.
He plays the easy stuff tonight, and a handful of people leave the stream now that he’s definitely not fighting any bosses, but with your quiet weight on him and your soft breaths evening out against his skin, he really couldn’t care less.
