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When He Catches Another Idol Staring At You ~ Winner Reaction
Jinwoo:
“Is everything alright?” You asked Jinwoo, taking a seat beside him as you noticed him sat at the table all by himself, distant from everything.
“I guess,” he hummed, trying his best not to seem bothered beside you, but at the same time, unable to switch his brain off.
The feeling of a hand against his leg finally made him look across at you, “you know that you can say if something is on your mind, don’t you Jin?”
“It’s stupid,” he tried to tell you, “but all night I’ve just been noticing Minhyun looking nowhere else around the room other than where you are?”
“You’re not jealous that he’s staring at me, are you?”
“Only I should stare at you.”
A chuckle came from you as your head rested against Jinwoo’s shoulder, “it’s sweet Jinwoo how protective you are sometimes.”
“I don’t like it at all Y/N,” he reiterated, “it must kill him knowing that he can only look at you from a distance, not like me.
“You’re the lucky one who gets to be right beside me.”
“And I’m very lucky too.”
Seunghoon:
“Are you even listening to me?” You snapped at Seunghoon, waving your hand in front of his face to try and get his attention back to you.
“Sorry, w-what were you saying?” He stuttered, reluctantly turning away from what had caught his focus and moving to look at you.
The expression on your face made him stand tall, smiling weakly at you. “I’ve been talking to you for ages and you’ve not listened to a single word of it.”
“I am interested,” Seunghoon protested, “but it’s hard to focus on you when I know when I look away that Jeonghan is staring at you from behind me.”
“There’s no way that he would be staring at me Seunghoon.”
“I bet that he fancies you too.”
Your shoulders shrugged as Seunghoon began to stress himself out again, “and is it him that I fancy, or is it someone else?”
“Someone else,” Seunghoon murmured, catching your smile as he began to figure out what the point you were making was.
“So, who do you think is the one you should stare at?”
“You, the answer is definitely you.”
Mino:
“You want to go?” You quizzed Minho in surprise, feeling his whisper linger against your ear, asking if you were ready to head home with him.
“I can’t settle here,” he confessed, catching Sehun out of the corner of his eye once again, looking across in the direction of you.
Your brows knitted together as you studied Minho closely, “are you going to tell me what’s wrong or am I going to have to break you down to tell me?”
“Sehun keeps staring at you,” Minho informed you, keeping his voice quiet so that no one else could hear, “I just feel like I need to watch him all the time.”
“And you’re going to let him ruin our evening together?”
“He’s really annoying me Y/N.”
You leaned across and pressed a kiss against Minho’s cheek, “I can think of something that might make you forget about that.”
“If distracting me means getting more of those kisses, you won’t hear me complaining,” Minho joked, “I could be swayed.”
“Shall we head somewhere that no one else can see us?”
“I like the sound of that a lot.”
Seungyoon:
“What has gotten into you?” You asked Seungyoon as soon as the two of you found a couple of moments to finally be alone together.
“He won’t stop staring at you,” Seungyoon mumbled underneath his breath in reply to you, “does he really think that you’ll pay attention.”
Your eyes turned around, soon noticing Kihyun sat across the room and staring at you. “Just ignore him, you’re giving him what he wants right now.”
“I can’t ignore him,” Seungyoon sighed, “I won’t settle Y/N until it is absolutely clear to him that you’re taken, and that he won’t be getting near you.”
“And is by being loud the way that you’re going to do that?”
“I don’t even know right now Y/N.”
You took a step forward, holding onto Seungyoon’s hand. “Whatever you’re doing isn’t working, maybe you should ignore him.”
“I guess you’ve got a point,” Seungyoon admitted, his voice trailing off, “but I still don’t like the guy very much, at all.”
“I’m sure he’s not your biggest fan either you know Yoon.”
“Yeah, but he’s just jealous of me Y/N.”
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Twice the Tears - Mino (Winner) Imagine
Requested by anon: Could you write a Mino imagine where he and his family are on the return of superman? The mother of his child is black and is a famous producer. They met when she was working at YG. They have twin children: a boy name Jiwon and a girl made Jia.
Word Count: 925 words
Warning: shots/vaccines
“Let’s see, oh this is a new family!” one of the hosts of the show said in surprise before beginning to watch the rest of the show.
The cameras panned around zooming in on the two sets of children's items around the home they were in. It was obvious that while the items were meant to match one another, they were clearly for two individuals with distinct personalities. Movement was spotted near the entry of the house, showing two people being rather affectionate with one another.
“They need to go to the doctor’s and get some shots,” you reminded, hugging the other figure and placing a kiss on their cheek. “Don’t panic or they’ll panic.”
As the cameras in that area zoomed in, your face became clearer, before the screen changed to the onscreen interview.
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“Hello,” Minho said in a singsong voice bowing alongside you. “I’m Winner’s Mino and this is my lovely wife - and extremely talented producer - (y/n)!”
You elbowed him in the side causing him to feign extreme pain. “Hi I’m this fool’s wife of almost five years, producer (y/f/n). It’s a pleasure to meet all of you.”
Something was asked off camera.
“How long have we known each other? Since we met each other.” Another playful elbow jab as he laughed. “Alright! We’ve known each for much longer than we’ve been together. (y/n) was a rookie producer at YG when I began as a trainee so that would be well over ten years, no?”
“Sounds about right,” you confirmed looking away off camera as a loud shriek was heard. “Hold on a second.” You both got up and vanished quickly coming back with a child each.
“These are our kids, fraternal twins Jia and Jiwon,” Minho introduced, placing a kiss on his daughter's cheek who immediately began squirming. wanting out of her father’s lap, to which he relented watching her run away. “She’s much more vocal and expressive about what she likes and doesn’t like, particularly what she doesn't like.”
You stood up, handing Jiwon to his father, bidding a quick goodbye to them before rushing to find Jia and kissing her goodbye. You had a meeting you needed to get to.
“I hope you all smile a little bit more as you get to know my family!” Minho exclaimed before his head snapped as he heard something break. “Jia, you can’t play with that!”
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“I don’t want a shot,” Jia said loud and clear as she eyed the nurse warily, scooting back on the exam table bumping into her brother, Jiwon, who mirrored his sister’s worry and reached out for his dad. “Daddy, I don’t want a shot!”
“I don’t want a shot either!” Jiwon added gripping Minho’s shirt as he picked him and set him in his lap, not saying a word. He couldn’t say anything. He knew that if he did, the panic that he was experiencing at the moment would be clear to the two of them and they would panic even more. He rolled up the short sleeve, Jiwon repeating himself over and over again as he squirmed before beginning to sob uncontrollably. “I want Mommy!”
The nurse took his chance at the small opening he was given, Jiwon face away and arm fully exposed and gave him his vaccination, the four year old not noticing until he was placing a band aid over the area. “All done!”
Jiwon looked at his dad wide eyed before he was set down on the floor, watching as his dad then grabbed Jia who was now sobbing too calling for you to no avail. She was much more vocal and failing around much more than he had been and it was a bit harder for the nurse to administer the vaccine. Jiwon ran to the camerawoman hiding behind her leg as he watched in horror as his sister was finally given her shot after much struggle screaming.
Minho hugged her tightly, whispering that he was sorry before motioning for Jiwon to come over. He hesitated for a split second before rushing over and climbing into his dad’s lap hugging him tightly as he kissed their heads whispering how sorry he was over and over again. The nurse left the room coming back with a set of stickers and a small candy for the two of them handing over while crouching down at their level.
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Minho looked exhausted as he sat down for the interview. He had just finished the first day of his two day solo parenting experience. He had always been an active parent. From day one, the two of you had split every single task switching on and off during the first few months during the nights to care for the twins. You both had a good system that worked and was efficient in every way possible. So doing it alone was exhausting. Neither of you ever allowed the other to do any of the child rearing alone.
“Neither of them like shots or going to the doctor’s,” he began answering the question he’d been asked regarding the most eventful part of the day. “Normally (y/n) and I each handle one during the appointments and it helps keep them both calm - knowing that both of us are there and ready to help. Going solo was rough. This is the first time I’ve been left in charge of everything, and I have so much respect for the parents who have to do it all. Truly they’re the ones who are the supermen and women.”
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So, do you feel the same thing?
Genre: cute
Words: 1.051
Disclaimer: food, alcohol and kissing.
Sometimes being pressured to do something is actually a great opportunity to experience something amazing.
After hearing all the pros I would get from participating in the new “We Got Married” format from my manager and the CEO of my company, after burning neurons deciding if it would be a good thing, I ended up accepting the proposal. My biggest fear was that both fandoms would end up throwing hate at each other and at us because of the show's concept. And another big fear was that we would have our career ruined because of that. But surprising everyone, most of the public accepted and supported us as if we really were a real couple.
I had no intention of falling in love because for me, that was just another job, nothing much could happen. But when he flirted with me playfully or we talked about random things in a serious way, I felt little butterflies flutter through my stomach. I scolded myself harshly because I couldn't let myself be carried away by fictitious situations. It was an act and that was all, all to entertain people.
Our partnership had become a real friendship. We were always sending each other funny memes or we’d be on video call for hours or go for a walk every now and then at dusk, praying that no one would take a picture and publish it the wrong way. I had been missing seeing him, even if far away, for a few weeks, due to our busy schedules. And as a pretext I decided it would be a good idea to call my friends and have a little party at my apartment, obviously he and his group mates were invited.
I tried to make everyone as comfortable as possible, food and drinks were on the counter in the kitchen as people walked around the house. They stayed in the corner of the kitchen, all grouped together, drinking and talking to each other or to other artists.
From time to time, I felt his gaze on me; he was serious, which was rare. Sometimes he would talk to a friend and go back to nibbling on a snack. Not once did he take any alcoholic beverage, it was water or soda.
-What’s up? Are you having fun? -I asked as I got closer.
-Of course, you always manage to make us comfortable in the midst of so many unknown people. –his colleague said laughing and I thanked him for the compliment.
-And why are you so serious? Something happened? -I asked my old partner.
-I'm fine, just avoiding drinking. -he shook his head and I pretended to believe it. -When the party is over, I can help you clear everything, if you want.
-Please, I reckon I would stay here for hours just to put it all together. -he smiled, and I left to meet other guests.
A few hours later, the crowd was gone, leaving only them.
-Do you want us to help clean...
-No need, our friend helps her to clean everything, right? We have to go. Tomorrow I need all of you with a good voice for the recording. -one of the boys said, pushing them quickly towards the exit door.
-Oh, you can go too if you need to...
-No, no. He didn't drink like we did. So he can stay a little longer. –the same member said strangely, as if trying to hide his excitement –Anyway, good night and thanks for the party!
-No problem. -I didn't understand anything, but there was a sense of camaraderie in the air, as if they were helping each other.
Trying to ignore that strange scene, we started to clean everything up. He was always very helpful; helped me to organize everything while we laughed at the jokes we made. When we finally filled a big bag of garbage, we stopped to talk a little.
-Thank you very much for helping me. -I leaned in the same spot where they were a few hours ago. –You’re an angel.
-You don't need to say thank you. It's a pleasure to do things for you. -he said smiling and getting a little closer, facing me. I felt my cheeks heat up, not from the drink, but from our closeness.
-Um... As always you’re being cute. -I placed my hands on his cheeks and squeezed. He, in turn, placed his hands on the bench around me, leaving me nowhere to run.
My heart was beating so fast, I already knew this would happen at some point, we had already left playful clues that we felt something for each other, but I always dodged the situation and changed the subject when it got serious. More and more he made the space between us smaller, never failing to look into my eyes.
-Why didn't you drink today? –I asked.
-I'm going to tell you something and I wanted you to take me seriously. I was afraid you'd think I'm joking because I was drunk.
-I see. And what would it be?
-I'm in love with you. The time we were together on the show made me more of a fool for you than I already was.
-Your cheeks are so cute. - I laughed as I squeezed them, but once I was getting off topic intentionally. -And hot.
-I'm being serious here.
-I know, I'm sorry. – I asked. -I don't know how to deal well with these things, I feel awkward, lost, embarrassed.
-Why?
-I've never been in that situation of someone reciprocating my feelings. -I looked into his eyes. -And besides, you are so handsome, cute and affectionate. It's new to me.
Tucking my hair behind my ear, he whispered.
-So, do you feel the same thing?
I put his hands on my waist and pulled him in for a kiss. I wish I had done that in the episode where he gave me a plush animal that represented him and curiously it was my favorite animal. Breaking the kiss for air, I could see he was cuter than before. The tip of his nose and lips were red, it was impossible not to smile.
-You don't know how much I've waited for this. -I said and he kissed me again. And mentally I thanked my manager and CEO for pressuring me to accept the show's proposal.
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Welcome
Welcome to my tumblr.
I will post scenarios of the Korean boyband Winner. I take requests and write my own stuff.
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happy fnaf movie (uk) release day!
#art#obey me#it's 5am and i can't sleep but i managed to finish this in time so who's the real winner here#fnaf#obey me lucifer#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#jtta ik#fnaf saga#can you tell that i've developed a love for those big cartoony shock eyes since i first used them in the rpg comic#i feel like i've been drawing lucifer too much recently so i did contemplate using a different brother#but the scenario wasn't as funny with anyone else#in hindsight barbatos could've been funny but i'm not redrawing all that to put him in#i keep wanting to draw some cute dadcifer stuff but i feel like i ought to balance him out with some other characters first#luckily i have a Massive reserve of shitposts to apply them to#also i KEEP meaning to do more of those cat picture redraws but i keep not getting around to it
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Carlos posted this insta story with Charles in it and deleted it like after an hour????
(it’s 8 stories in total before and only 7 now)
#i guess it's either the officials want him to delete it because they sent charles to greet the winner#or carlos just found out sth???#both scenarios are very iNteReStiNg#charlos#c square#1655#5516
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in reference to this post I made this silly shitty doodle
awwww poor guys...
#in this scenario its clear! There Is No Winner!#rambles from the bog#also dont call your art shitty. your art's cute#be confident and unapologetic about it dude!#you'll feel better and so will other people. it really does help
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rewatching nope (2022) today bc it's my day off and god everything about this movie is sooooooooooo. it's so good. truly can't remember the last time I was in a theater kicking my feet giggling bc a film was so well put together like truly every other minute I was staring at the screen in awe like holy shit they did that!! how did they do that that is so cool!! the sound design, the set design, the characters, the THEMES and the NARRATIVE, the blocking in certain scenes. THAT FUCKING ALIEN girl I'm sorry I'll never be normal about this movie
#the way the plot sorta spirals in on itself. u have this thing which relates to this thing which made this happen#and it all just keeps spiraling inward bc even tho they're all different scenarios they are all actually exactly the same#the cinematography choice....... blank hallways and first person pov and the SOUNDSCAPING#the dead silence with just one ambient noise in the background to make it feel off enough that you're like uhh what's happening I'm scared#the HERO of this movie and the way he only won bc he understood animals and knew how to treat them fairly#and yet he and his family still contribute to the spiraling narrative of in the way they try to capture jean jacket on film#2023 best picture winner TO ME#text post#nope 2022#horror tag
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When You Take Him Bra Shopping ~ Winner Reaction
Jinwoo:
A shrug of the shoulders came from Jinwoo as you held up one of the bras that you had spotted to get his opinion on it.
“What do you reckon to this one? With the lace?” You enquired, a wide smile on your face.
“Y-yeah…good,” Jinwoo stuttered, nodding his head back across at you as his eyes looked all over the place.
“You’re not enjoying this, are you?”
The look on Jinwoo’s face gave you the answer that you needed to know exactly how he was feeling. “I just don’t really know what to do, am I allowed to look? Am I allowed to tell you what I think about these?”
“Just do whatever you want to do Jinwoo, no one cares that you’re here with me.”
“It feels like they do,” he confessed in reply.
Your head shook as you took a hold of Jinwoo’s hand, “just stay by me and then you don’t need to worry anymore.”
“Can you hurry up a little bit?” Jinwoo whispered into your ear, letting go of the shiest of giggles as he did so too.
“Of course, I’ll just get this one I think.”
Seunghoon:
A chuckle escaped as you watched Seunghoon pick up several bras, almost too many for him to be able to hold onto in his hands.
“What are you going to do with all of these?” You challenged with a smirk on your face.
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m going to buy them all,” Seunghoon informed you as if the answer was staring back at you.
“I told you I was buying just one.”
Seunghoon nodded in agreement back across at you as he continued to hold onto the bras. “You said that you were buying one, I didn’t tell you how many bras I’d be buying whilst we were here together, did I?”
“You’re not seriously going to buy all of those bras for me, are you? It’ll cost a fortune.”
“I’m buying them for me,” Seunghoon sniggered.
You struggled to find the words as you stared blankly across at him. “What makes you think I’m going to wear them?”
“They’re a gift from me to you, you can’t just leave them in your wardrobe,” Seunghoon pouted, “they need use.”
“There’s far too many there for me.”
Mino:
The corners of his mouth were something that captured your attention straight away as you moved Minho slightly out of the way.
“You can say no, but I can tell you’re enjoying yourself,” you whispered close to his ear.
“Me? I’m not enjoying myself,” Minho quickly defended, trying his best to regain his composure and mask his smile.
“You’re too happy to lie to me.”
Minho took a step back as he watched you, letting go of a chuckle soon after as he realised how obvious he was. “How do you expect me not to smile when I’m around this many bras and thinking of you.”
“Are you thinking of me or just thinking of how I’d look in each of these bras right now?”
“It’s almost the same thing,” Minho protested.
Your head shook as you took one off of the rails, “maybe next time I’ll have to come bra shopping all by myself.”
“No way,” Minho chimed, “you can’t tease me by bringing me bra shopping then threaten to take it away from me.”
“Then stop smiling so much watching me.”
Seungyoon:
You couldn’t help but laugh as you noticed Seungyoon hovering behind you as soon as you started to walk down the aisle of bras.
“Are you just going to stand there?” You jokingly asked him, beckoning him towards you.
“Do we have to shop for these today?” Seungyoon asked you, “can’t you shop for a new bra when I’m not with you.”
“I’ll be quick, it’s no big deal really.”
As he began to walk towards you, Seungyoon felt as if everyone’s eyes were looking in his direction. “This sort of place should be a man free zone, I mean you don’t really need me here to help you decide, right?”
“You’re the one that’s going to see me in it, I just want your opinion to help me out.”
“I like all of them,” Seungyoon quickly told you.
Your eyes rolled as he pointed to a random bra, “that’s not helpful Yoon, we can’t get out of here if you don’t help me out.”
“You know I like you in anything,” he assured you, “and I’ll like you in it even more if you hurry and pick it so we can leave.”
“I’ll only be a couple of minutes, honest.”
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Car Rides - Mino (Winner) Imagine
Requested by anon: omg can't believe that your request is finally open! T~T can i please have mino (winner) scenario? it can be light angst to fluff/sexy where they are an ex but then mino tries to make his way back to y/n, she accepts, and ends up in sexy time (LOL). thanksies girl! <3
Word Count: 718 words
You got into the passenger seat of the car, shutting the door just as a fast food cup hit the window.
“What happened?” Minho asked, concern laced in his voice as he locked the door of the car.
“Date gone wrong,” you responded simply. “Apparently I’m supposed to be okay with sex on the first date and I’m not.”
Minho quickly put the car in drive and stepped on the gas leaving the restaurant as quickly as he could. After a few minutes of driving in silence he opened his mouth again.
“Why’d you call me?” he asked, genuinely confused as to why you called him, your ex, to come and pick you up rather than one of your friends. “I mean I don’t mind but, well, it’s odd.”
You collected your thoughts trying to figure out yourself why you called him out of all people. It was safe to say that neither of you had tried to contact the other since you’d mutually ended things. While you’d contemplated reaching out a few times, you never did out of fear of being rejected.
“I didn’t know who else to call,” you finally answered, your mouth moving faster than your brain. “You were the first person to pop into my head that I knew would come…regardless of whatever is going on between us.”
He didn’t say a word, his fingers beginning to tap the steering wheel as he pulled to a stop at a traffic light.
“Are you still at the same place?” he asked as he began driving again, switching lanes, getting ready to turn on a side street.
You nodded, hand going to the seat belt buckle ready to undo it once he stopped outside your house. Once he did, you undid the seatbelt, turning to thank him as you noticed him pulling the keys out of the ignition.
“Let me walk you up,” he said, undoing his own seatbelt before he hopped out of the car meeting you as you got out.
Opening your front door you were quick to turn around and offer him something to drink, just an extra thank you for going out his way and getting you out of a tough situation. Inside he stood awkwardly in the kitchen as you poured him a glass of water. His eyes naturally went to a picture hanging on the wall of you two on a date. His heart quenched a little. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss you or that he didn’t regret not reaching out sooner. Quite frankly, he hated the fact you two had broken up in the first place. You had both thrown in the towel so easily.
“It’s my favorite picture of us,” you said, noticing his gaze on the photo as you handed him the glass. “I haven’t had the heart to take it down.”
Minho looked down at you gently, “I miss you,” he said gently. “I miss us. I hate that you’re being treated like less than a human being capable of making your own decisions and having your own standards by other men. I hate that I can’t love you like you deserved to be loved anymore. I hate the fact that I gave up so quickly.”
You reached out and took his hand in yours, not daring to meet his eyes, “I miss us too.”
He gulped, squeezing your hand tightly as he took a step towards you before backing off, “I feel so disgusting for making a move on you after what you just had to deal with.”
You stepped closer to him quickly going onto the tips of your toes and pressing a kiss to his lips. Before you could pull away, his hand went around your waist pulling you closer to him. He set down the glass in his hand before it went to cheek. Your own hands looped around his neck. The two of you pulled away briefly, foreheads resting against one another.
“Can you stay?” you asked, nose brushing against his as you placed another kiss on his lips. “Please stay.”
Minho locked his lips with yours, his hands squeezing your hips as he pulled you even closer allowing you to feel every inch of his body.
“I’ll stay for as long as you want me too.”
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PRAYER
cw: multiple whumpers, reluctant whumper, mentioned multiple whumpees, kidnapping, implied past (abusive) relationships, violence, blood, minor character death
Riley nibbled on his thumb anxiously, his foot tapping repeatedly against the ground. There was a click from the door leading downstairs, and his head lifted up to find the sniper approaching him. He swiftly rose to his feet, his throat burning.
“Is she awake?” He forced out, though there was a part of him that wasn’t even sure he wanted him to answer. The sniper towered over him, his dark eyes boring into his own, and he swallowed nervously from the intense expression on his face. Or at least, what he could see of his face. The sniper shook his head, and his stomach stabbed with poisoned guilt.
The whumpee on the corner of the couch made a soft moaning noise, causing both of them to glance over. He had almost forgotten they were there, strung up ready for whatever execution the sniper deemed fit. He had claimed they were boring, and wanted to get rid of them. Riley ran his fingers through his hair, releasing a shuddering breath.
“Look, I didn’t ask for you to do this,” he murmured, unable to stop fidgeting. The sniper’s narrowed eyes followed him intensely as he paced the length of the couch. “You know, I know her. Cherry isn’t…I don’t think we should be—”
He cut himself off in frustration, dragging his hands down his face. It was easier to swallow when the sniper’s victims were total strangers. Plucked off the street without so much as a name. But not only was Cherry someone that he knew, she was also widely known across the world now. How was the sniper not worried about the consequences of this?
A hand landed on his shoulder, making him wince. He had to tilt his head back to meet the sniper’s cold eyes.
“Let’s not forget what she did,” he signed slowly, giving Riley an opportunity to translate. His nose wrinkled, slapping his hand away.
“Did you forget that you used to be a fan of hers as well?”
The sniper titled his head. “Yes. Then you threw a tantrum.”
Riley fumbled to reciprocate the one word he’d recognised, his hands still struggling with the shapes. “Tantrum? You know damn well why I threw a tantrum.”
“Exactly. So don’t you think she deserves it?”
Riley’s exhausted eyes stared at him, blinking slowly. His heart pounded in his chest as he forced his words out again. “I don’t know what you said.”
The sniper’s hands, of which he miserably thought would have Cherry’s blood on them sooner or later, signed each word slowly and carefully, his intense eyes almost making his spine shiver through each vertebrae. “She deserves it.”
Riley’s eyes averted in frustration. His mind stirred with painful memories, only fuelling his resentment towards the blonde girl, now a victim in their own home. But no matter how much Cherry had hurt him and dragged his life through the mud, how could he be complicit in her torture and murder? How could he sit by and just let that happen?
A cruel voice rang in his ears. Wasn’t that exactly what he’d been doing this whole time?
When the forgotten whumpee on the couch made another pained moaning sound, Riley swatted the sniper away from him, turning around in frustration. “Can you just deal with that one, please?”
The sniper watched him as he hugged his arms close, sinking back down onto the couch with a heavy sigh. His head was pounding, but it wasn’t like the sniper would give him any opportunity to be alone outside. Not even for a lick of fresh air.
“I already laid out the plastic sheets like you asked,” he mumbled softly under his breath, the energy draining out of him. He couldn’t stop thinking about Cherry, sucked into a vacuum of his own thoughts, only of her. The sniper’s hand gripped his shoulder, snapping his fingers abruptly in front of his face. Riley’s eyes snapped open, wincing when the hand tightened around his shoulder.
“Stop spiralling,” the sniper demanded, and Riley didn’t dare look away until the sniper stepped back, and hurled the whumpee over his burly shoulder. They let out a slurred, panicked squeal, and Riley watched him take them into the kitchen. His eyes flickered over to the door where Cherry was awaiting, before he forced himself to look away.
This whumpee didn’t particularly interest the sniper in the slightest. They weren’t fun, and they didn’t even deserve the liberty of a proper clean up. He dumped them unceremoniously onto the ground, over the sheets, and languidling pulled out a large knife from the box.
They could barely even squirm through their restraints, and the sniper kneeled down over their body, slamming the knife deep into their guts. The whumpee gave a strangled scream as the sniper punctured their flesh over and over again, rivulets of blood spilling from their stomach and splattering onto the plastic sheets. Their body convulsed, once and then twice, but the sniper didn’t relent. Blood gurgled from under the gag, trickling down their chin, and they quickly went still.
The sniper observed the lifeless body for a moment. His dark eyes focused on the mangled, pierced flesh, before he wiped the blood off the knife, and casually rose his feet.
When he returned to the living room, Riley was gone.
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#prompt winners#the prompt was knife#whump#whump writing#whump tropes#whump snippet#whump prompt#whump drabble#whump scenario#whumpblr#whump community#the sniper and riley#multiple whumpers#generic whumpee#female whumpee#at least mentioned#writing#my writing#avvail whumps#cherry cherry cherry#yes she is a new character and yes she is important#no more than that#i love the cherry arc i can't wait to write it 🤭#eventually
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i rlly cannot express enough how much love i have for the death note fandom... im fairly new to it obviously but everyone has been SO NICE ABOUT MY ART OH MY GOSH. ive been in a lot of fandoms where ppl were sweet abt my work, but the level of interaction and enthusiasm i have gotten since starting to draw death note art has been like incomparable tbh... i am always so excited when yall leave nice tags and stuff bc they ARE always SO nice
#marcnotes#death note#i love how chatty everyone is it makes me super happy as a tag talker myself lololol#like YES tell me your thoughts express your theories come up w Scenarios...#it just means so much to me that yall are sososo kind abt how i draw our silly little guys#i care very deeply abt them and my work and it feels like! inexpressibly wonderful to see that other people feel that way too#also i love getting tags from ppl w character URLs and icons#bc its like 'omg mello my friend mello left me a nice message'#the funniest tag i have gotten is still that one near blog that tagged my L art just:#'yeah'#and nothing else#i think about that ALL THE TIME. LIKE DO YOU KNOW YOURE THE FUNNIEST PERSON EVER...#WAIT ACTUALLY THE FUNNIEST ONE IS THE MELLO WHO TAGGED MY MELLODRAMATTIC ART 'sorry for party rocking'#THAT ONE IS THE REAL WINNER
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i'm just saying, if this vgk vs. edm playoffs and the second draft pick beating the first draft pick doesn't revive the mceichel fandom (at least momentarily), we're beyond salvation 😭
#mceichel#hrpf#hockey rpf#i wish i had the time and energy to write at least the winner's room fic i was thinking about earlier#especially now that vgk (and jack) won#i've even thought about two different scenarios#one with a lot of dirty talk and almost hate sex#where jack finally gets to take all his frustrations of playing second fiddle all these years#out on the bane of his existence a.k.a. connor#but it ends with him realizing there's a fine line between love and hate#and another with connor having been in love with jack from the beginning#and while he's devastated he isn't going to win the cup this year either#he's also just so happy for jack#it could also be the same story from both of their povs#idk i'm probably never going to write anything anyway#but it's fun to throw these ideas out there#maybe i'll at least end up giving someone else inspiration 💖
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okay but imagine if before going to the murder tribunal astarionmance resisting!durge went with astarion to cazador’s mansion and then failed to stop the ritual. after all of that. after getting their brain scrambled enough to separate the urge from their sense of self. after mutually tripping and falling over backwards in love with the one person who has a chance at understanding what durge is going through. losing control and trying to kill him once already. successfully making it through that night for him to reaffirm this isnt them, they can fight it……………all to lose him forever to his own Father.
durge would go mad with grief and probably would choose to usurp orin just driven by blinding need for revenge on cazador. whoof
#bg3 spoilers#disclaimer i havent actually played either of these quests yet. im trying to decide if i want to deal with orin or cazador next actually#im trying to think about what Worst ending would look like and i think its this#thats her emotional support vampire boyfriend#and the only person she can remember ever loving#i do hc morri and gortash were together but#its not that she loved him its that he fascinated her. two faced charismatic populist dictator who just completely unironically likes her#*dictator wannabe#at her most ruthless. and morri is a calculating even machiavellian kind of brutal#that gortash would totally have a hard on for#so it was more like he became a people pleasing little pup around her and she wanted to see him on a leash#like me when im like ‘ough i need to put him in a bug jar’#anyway. what was i saying#oh yeah morri’d lose his fucking mind if astarion died#the only winner in that scenario would be bhaal#literally love fucking loses. destiel ending.#oh but she still saves the day so see its still a good ending (sarcasm) (destiel ending)
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panthers i believe in your ability to beat the c*nes
#panthers lb#poffs lb#best case scenario is the winner going into the ecf being just as well rested as the c*nes#this works for me !!!
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