a quick mid award show roast.....

⋆˚࿔ drabble!! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ - b.c.

I have thoughts and need to get them out of my head before I go insane.

genre: PURE SMUT TBH!!! MINORS BE GONE!! I WILL BLOCK YOU!!!

pairing: bangchan x fem!reader

warnings: chokeholds (sue me okay), a bit of degradation, rough channie 🥴, reader is called a whore once, size kink if you squint

a/n: I wrote this on my phone because I needed it out of my head NYEOW, I'm going insane over him. dividers by @sister-lucifer

(this is what I was writing to if you wanna listen along 😛😛😛)

I love it🫠

｡𖦹°‧ better off as lovers, not the other way around seo changbin x f!reader x hwang hyunjin

summary: Changbin is in love with his two best friends. When he introduces you and Hyunjin to each other and Hyunjin ends up asking you out, Changbin has to finally confront the feelings he's been ignoring for 7 years. it doesn't go so well.

word count: 24.9k words

author's note: ♫ racing through the city, windows down, in the back of yellow checkered caaars ♫ bonus points to whoever notices my song reference hehe anyways HI! I've been really liking writing longer form, more serious stuff, and this is my first foray into the question of "what if they didn't slip so easily into polyamory"? I like how it turned out. It's pretty sad, but I promise, there's a happy ending on the horizon big thank you to @hyunjins-dimples for being my voice of reason and giving me feedback when I was losing my mind kjsadhjsh I adore you

warnings: angst with a happy ending!; unprotected sex; mxm action; friends to lovers; mentions of panic, could be categorised as panic attacks, but aren't written as such; no cheating but kissing someone even though they're casually seeing someone else; implied bottom/switch!changbin; a tiny bit of internalised homophobia

skzms masterlist // ko-fi

Changbin thinks he might be the stupidest motherfucker alive.

He doesn’t usually think that way about himself, no. If you asked him on a normal, he’d probably say he’s pretty smart. A good dancer, good singer, even better rapper. Well-adjusted. Always willing to go the extra mile. A good support system for his members. A decent person.

And in his defence, how should he have known.

How should he have known that the dumbest thing he could ever do is introduce his two best friends to one another?

Chan would tell him to cut it out, to not talk about himself like that, but Chan isn’t here. He isn’t here because this is so bad that he hasn’t even told Chan about it – and he tells Chan everything.

What would he even say? “Chan! You know Y/N, my best friend from when we were trainees? I invited her out to bowling and galbi with me and Hyunjin two weeks ago. Yeah, isn’t that nice? Why am I bringing it up, you ask, did something go wrong, did they hate each other? Ha! No, actually! The fucking opposite! They met and there were sparks fucking flying everywhere! There was blushing and lingering glances, they got along like a house on fire. They even exchanged numbers at the end! Holy fuck!”

Writing Prompt #2838

"Hey, I fucked up. That's on me."

"Oh, don't think for a second I placed the blame on anyone else."

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞

With shuddering breaths wracking her body, Y/N watched in a mild daze as the car she had been sitting in a mere thirty seconds ago sped away from her in a cloud of thick dust and screeching tires. It was too early for her heart to ache, the initial shock of what had happened inviting a wave of numbness to wash up on her; though despite it all, it didn't stop the blurring tears from suddenly dripping down her hot cheeks out of nowhere. 

It was the middle of the evening, the dustiest of clouds spiralling across the sky in a thick blanket. What was supposed to be a memorable date had unexpectedly combusted and its smithereens rained down on Y/N in a bout of confusion and disbelief. Her breaths left her in an erratic frenzy as the dreams and hopes she had so naively allowed herself to dote upon previously swirled before her mind's eye. 

She had thought she would marry this man. 

She had imagined a whole life, a whole future with him.

How could she have been so stupid? 

Y/N wiped the back of her hand over her hot cheeks. She had been stranded on the curb of an unfamiliar street - it was too far from her home to walk, and it was too late for her to catch a bus. With barely enough money with her to afford a taxi, Y/N mustered up all her remaining strength as much as she could to prevent herself from breaking down on the footpath her feet were firmly planted on. Her eyes fell shut as she tried to stay calm - not only had he left her and put an end to their relationship, he had also left her on the outskirts of her city with no means of getting back home. Her insides were a tangled mess; sge was distraught, lost, and ultimately on the verge of an angry panic attack. 

She closed her hand over her heavily pounding chest, trying to stop it from almost bursting out of her skin. 

So much for starting off the new season with a bang, she thought. 

A friendly face suddenly popping into Y/N's head, the woman hastily dug through her pocket. She retrieved her phone with trembling fingers - she only had one person in mind who she wanted to be with while she was in such a state, and she internally hoped he wasn't busy. 

The man replied in a split second, Y/N's phone blinking up at her in the dark. 

Y/N rubbed her free hand over her cheeks; they had grown damp again, her vision unpredictable as she blinked. She swallowed thickly, her fingers trembling as they tapped against her screen. 

A split second later, Y/N's phone vibrated against the skin of her hand. Felix was calling her, and the woman gulped, trying to clear the predictable hoarseness in her voice before accepting the call. 

“Hey,” she whispered shakily. 

“What did he do?” Felix immediately questioned her, his usually calming voice now full of anger that was presumably aimed at her ex boyfriend. “I swear, if he laid a fucking finger on you, I'll - “ 

“It's not like that, Lix,” Y/N whispered, cutting through what she expected to have been a lengthy rant. “I … I'll tell you later. I just wanna go home.” 

Felix sighed. A jangle of keys and murmured words she couldn't quite decipher sounded on the other end, and a moment later the man's voice adopted a much softer tone that caused Y/N's eyes to tear up all over again. “Okay, just stay where you are. Drop your location and I'll come get you. Don't move, okay? I'm gonna be as fast as I can.” 

“Thanks, Lix,” Y/N gulped. She removed her phone from her ear and swiped across it to send him a link to the rogue street she was standing upon. He opened the message instantly, and reiterated he'd be there soon, and Y/N slipped her phone back into her pocket; her shoulder automatically sagged against a dusty wall as if she could no longer hold herself up anymore, and she finally allowed herself to dive into the emotions she had been holding in. 

Y/N's sobs were quiet in the dark, and most of her thoughts were an incoherent jumble that she couldn't quite decipher yet. But at the same time, Y/N couldn't stop thinking about one specific thing.

Was she truly unloveable that he had to choose another woman over her? 

True to his word, Felix's car soon blinked into view. The headlights were almost blinding in the pitch black street, but the shape and size of his car were unmistakable; hastily wiping her tears away, Y/N walked towards it as it slowed to a halt, and she opened the back door to find Chan sitting in the middle seat. His warm eyes blinked up at her from beneath the rim of his black cap, a snug hoodie hugging his body and melting into the deep shadows in the car.  

“Hope you don't mind me tagging along,” Chan hummed in a gentle way, his gaze soft as he made eye contact. “Got the heated seats on for you.” 

Y/N ignored the recurring lump forming in the pit of her throat as she slowly slid into the seat beside him. True to Chan's words, her back and legs were immediately cushioned by the heat beneath the upholstery, and once more, her eyes blurred. She shut the door behind her and Felix’s eyes were empathetic in the rear view mirror as he reached around the driver's seat before gently patting her knee, his touch just as warm as the seat and bringing further tears to her eyes. 

“I don't,” Y/N whispered in response to Chan as she fastened her belt around her. “Mind.” 

Chan's gaze softened as he watched her. She looked as though she was on the cusp of shattering into tiny pieces within the next minute, her eyes red and her lower lip caught between her teeth. Wordlessly, Chan slowly slid his arm around her shoulders, his fingers delicate as they smoothed up her arm. They travelled to her hair where he briefly carded them through her windswept locks, and he gently cupped the side of her head as he brought it down to rest against the slope of his shoulder.

Y/N's breath immediately hitched at the warmth of his contact. A tear rolled across the bridge of her nose and sank into the fabric of Chan's hoodie, and the man shifted a little to rest his cheek against the top of her head as his hand slid up and down her arm at a slow, soothing pace. 

“Let it all out,” Chan whispered, holding her a little closer to him. “You're safe here … it's just me and Lix, yeah? You don't have to hide anything from us.” 

Y/N sniffled in response, her chest twinging as the series of events that had plagued her for the past few hours finally caught up on her; she turned her head and scrunched her eyes up as her forehead leaned against Chan's shoulder, and the man's fingers were gentle as they squeezed her arm in a comforting gesture. His tender presence was accompanied by the comforting silence the car's atmosphere provided, the click-click from the indicator strangely calming every now and then as Felix turned his car down various roads.

They reached his home in no time; despite her feeble protesting, Y/N soon found herself nestled into one of Felix's hoodies, and she was tucked up onto the sofa in between her two friends. The way their limbs were possessively encircled around her resembled that of two clingy koalas, and despite the overload of heat that was sinking into her body from their cuddles, their affection was making her feel much better than she had initially anticipated. Her earlier anger had ebbed away, and she sank further into their grip as if they could stop her from falling apart. 

“What happened?” Felix asked her quietly, moving so he could curl one of his arms around hers. His other hand had begun to delve into a large snack bowl, and his fingers alternated between feeding himself, feeding Y/N, and Chan. 

Y/N sighed. She slid a little further down the sofa, the neckline of the hoodie kissing her lips. “He just … he fell in love with someone else. I asked him to choose, and he chose her. He chose her over me.”

Her words were simple, but they held a lot of weight; just saying them out loud caused Y/N's eyes to well up, and she dropped her head as her breath hitched. 

Wordlessly, Felix and Chan tightened their hold on her. Chan's chin was soft as it rested on top of her head, and Felix's hands were light as they rubbed slow circles into her back; she couldn't help it when she burst into tears all over again. She turned, her face dropping against Felix's chest just as Chan wrapped his arms around her waist, her back cocooned by his body. Their caresses and tight embraces were continuous as she cried for what felt like an eternity, their patience with her only making her cry further. But her tears dried after a while, her energy depleted as she sagged into her friends. 

“It's okay,” Felix murmured, his voice low as it reverberated through his chest. His hand was patting the back of her head, the drum of his fingers rhythmic. “He didn't deserve you, Y/N. I know you loved him but … you know you deserve someone who chooses you first. Not someone else.”

Y/N's voice was muffled against his chest. “But I love him. I don't want anyone else.” 

From behind her, Chan sighed softly with growing sympathy. His fingers were light as they traced her sides. “Sometimes the people you love just … aren't always going to be good for you. If he truly loved you and was supposed to be with you, he wouldn't have even thought about being with someone else.” 

Exhaling laboriously in her friends’ arms, Y/N rubbed a hand across her wet cheeks. “Yeah … maybe you're right. But … it hurts.” 

Felix pouted. He squeezed her a little tighter, moving closer. His head banging into Chan's as he did so, and the collision caused them both to crack up with chaotic laughter. Y/N looked up, her own tired face breaking into a watery smile at the comical sight of them clutching their foreheads as though they were cartoons. 

“You're both so great at comforting a person,” Y/N drawled, her voice edged with a teasing lilt. “Can't go a minute without doing something silly.”

“Hey, that was Lix, not me,” Chan laughed as he rubbed at his hairline. “Think he got a bit carried away.” 

Felix rolled his eyes. “You literally leaned in at the same time as I did. It's your fault too, Chris.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Chan grinned. He peered down at Y/N, his face affectionate as he rubbed her shoulder. “Hey … do you wanna talk about it some more? Or do you wanna forget about it for now?” 

Humming in thought, Y/N leaned back against the sofa. “I'll talk about it tomorrow. Maybe. Can we just watch a movie or something?” 

Felix immediately bounded off of the sofa in response, his eyes lighting up. “Let me get more snacks first.” 

Y/N and Chan laughed at the speed of which he shot off into the kitchen, and as they waited, Y/N dropped her head back against Chan's shoulder. It was sturdy and reassuring beneath her, and she found her anxiety and panic leaving her body further as the man slipped his arm around her and gently mussed up her hair with his fingertips, making her smile. 

“I know you said you don't wanna talk about it,” Chris said quietly, sweeping her hair away from her temples. “But let me say this … it's okay if it hurts. It'd be weird if it didn't hurt, you know? I mean, you did sound a long time loving him. You don't have to be okay right now … just know that we're all here for you whenever you need … you don't have to be strong right now. You know you're not alone, right?” 

Pursing her lips as she fought not to cry again, Y/N nodded against the strength of his arm. “I know,” she whispered. 

Chan smiled then, mischief flashing in his eyes. “And, if you ever need someone to … I don't know, dispose of him for you … “ 

“Then I'll ask Felix,” Y/N giggled, making Chan chuckle under his breath. “It's okay. I don't hate him like that.” 

“Hate who?” Felix asked as he sidled back into the room. He pulled a mock sad face, his facial features contorting dramatically. “Me?” 

“No, not you,” Y/N shook her head as Felix flopped back into his vacated seat. “Who could ever hate you?” 

Felixs's gaze darkened. “A lot of people.” 

“Well, they don't know what they're talking about,” Chan clicked his teeth together, a distasteful expression on his face that made both Y/N and Felix laugh. “Nah … we were on about her ex.” 

“Oh,” Felix nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, I hate him.” 

“Me too,” Chan agreed. 

Y/N sighed. “You two can hate him for me. Right now, I don't wanna think about him ever again.” 

“Good idea,” Felix said, and he pulled the large bowl of snacks towards them all again. “Throw all thoughts of him out of the window. We're gonna have the best movie marathon ever, and you're gonna feel so much better … that's the Aussie guarantee.” 

“What?” Both Y/N and Chan burst into peals of laughter at his last statement. 

“You're speaking for the whole of Australia?” Y/N asked him.

“Yeah,” Felix smirked, his mouth spreading wide across his face. “But mostly just for me and Chris.”

Snorting with quiet laughter, Y/N detangled herself from Chan and wrapped her arms around Felix's waist. “Oh yeah? And what else does this Aussie guarantee entail?” 

Felix chuckled. “Unlimited snacks. And cuddles.” 

A genuine smile on her face, Y/N squeezed him a little tighter. She knew she had made the right decision in going to him; with her friends snuggled up to her side, Y/N had a feeling that she would be alright. 

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Wade quite literally using Logans remains to fight the TVA while dancing on his grave to a song that Logan hated is something that needs to be talked about more.

HEAD I NEED TO GIVE YOU HEAD

Oh the Deadpool tag is trending? I wonder why—

… oh

— come on and show me

Right now, all he can hear is Wade running his goddamn mouth. Drowning out the sounds you make - so fuckin’ pretty, and the prick is too busy listening to himself to appreciate it.

There’s one thing that Logan knows for sure - and it’s that Wade’s not doing it right. Not like he would.

(or - Logan tries to shut Wade up, and it doesn’t quite go as expected)

Logan can hear Wade from here.

Running that goddamn mouth already, and the sun’s only barely up.

Can hear you, too. The little whimpers that you try bite back. He can imagine the way your teeth sink into your lip - the thought has him shifting in his chair, breakfast forgotten.

So fuckin’ pretty, and the prick is too busy listening to himself to appreciate it.

that.

Han jisung turning up to the jype contract renewal negotiations like:

I’m the owner of my goal Lucky to have me as an owner ♪