Mentally Disoriented

doublism:
i was in class the other day and some guy raised his hand and said something really annoying and i saw the guy in front of me take a break from chess.com to text his friends in the class “let’s jump this kid”

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jae-bummer:
Blocked Contacts
Originally posted by woozi
Request: can you please do #15 with a protective hao? like he gets snarky with the ex and drops his funny one liners. thank yooou! :)
Prompt:
- 15) You and your bias run into your ex.
Pairing: Seventeen The8 x Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst
TW: Ex repeatedly contacting Y/N and showing up at their apartment.
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Days off with Minghao were few and far between. With your opposing schedules and general life responsibilities, it was seldom you were both sharing your small apartment at the same time. When days free of responsibilities presented themselves, it was usually a gift.
Today, however, was not.
Cursing to yourself, you shut your laptop and pushed it away. You knew a disgusted expression was plain on your face as you looked up to Minghao who was casually eating his morning yogurt.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he said calmly, dragging his spoon along the bottom of the container.
“I don’t know,” you sighed, dropping your face into your palms.
He remained silent, the sound of metal hitting glass the only thing in the kitchen.
“If I do, I’m worried I’ll get mad, and honestly, I don’t want to waste that energy on him,” you grumbled.
“Him?” Hao asked, trying to keep his tone casual, but you knew his curiosity had been piqued.
“My ex,” you muttered, finally lifting your head. “THE ex.”
“Ah,” he hummed, looking back to his food. “What’s he up to?”
“No idea, but he tried to message me.”
“Sudden shortage of children to steal candy from?” he smirked. “Absolutely no puppies left to kick?”
“Hao,” you chuckled, shaking your head. “He’s not a cartoon villain.”
“Forgive me, love,” he sighed, leaning over to kiss you on the temple. Moving toward the sink, he dropped his spoon and spun back to face you. “But I’ve never met the man, so I have to go off of what you’ve told me.”
“I hadn’t realized I was giving such glowing reviews,” you mused.
“Come here,” Hao grinned, extending his arms, complete with grabby hands.
Narrowing your eyes at him, it took only a moment to give in. Shuffling over, you slid against his thin frame, and wrapped your arms around his waist. Nuzzling into his chest, you let out a content sigh as he rested his arms on your shoulders.
He kissed your scalp before setting his chin there. “Why are you so bothered?”
“Why aren’t you?”
Hao had never been particularly jealous. He was confident in who he was, as well as your feelings for him. In his head, he had nothing to worry about, so why let an emotion as petty as jealousy creep in when he could keep it locked down?
That being said, he was human, and had gone off of his peaceful rails on occasion. This mostly happened when it came to your attention. If someone was actively trying to take away your time with him, he would have a problem with it. You were his. He had no patience for anyone who acted adversely to that.
“If I was bothered by every man who sought out to contact you, I would be incessantly grumpy,” he hummed. You could hear the smile in his voice. “And at this point, I’d likely want nothing to do with any of my members and I’d be planning their demise right now.”
“I kind of assumed you were planning one of their impending dooms at any given time,” you teased.
“Now who’s the cartoon villain?”
..
*DING*
*DING*
*DINGDING*
*DINGDINGDINGDING*
“Y/N,” Minghao sighed, looking over his shoulder at you.
“Oh, so the noise is bothersome?” you laughed, dropping your phone on the coffee table. “I thought you had lost your hearing.”
Pausing the program he was watching, Hao pivoted himself to face you instead of the television. “I know this is a novel idea, but have you heard of manner mode?”
“I know this is a novel idea, but have you heard of me not giving a shit?” you smirked. Pointing to your phone accusingly, you added. “Plus, I’m not the problem here.”
“Well, you have my attention now,” he accepted. “What’s up?”
“I didn’t respond to the message I got this morning,” you reported. “So, homie apparently got ahold of my number somehow.”
“Then block him.”
“You, my love, are a genius,” you beamed. “But don’t you think I did that?”
Minghao rolled his eyes before scooting closer to you and picking up your phone. His face immediately warped with shock. “What is this?”
“All of the numbers he’s created to contact me,” you continued. “There’s been at least ten at this point.”
“Who does that?” he gasped, scrolling up and down. Clicking into a message, he began to read. “Why can’t we just talk, Y/N? It’s been so long. I’ve changed.”
“Apparently not enough to realize I don’t want to talk to him,” you muttered, crossing your arms.
“Maybe it’s time we start locking down you phone,” Hao sighed, placing your phone back down as it continued to vibrate.
“Locking down my phone?” you asked, furrowing your brow.
Minghao pinched the bridge of his nose before continuing. “Yeah, it’s common amongst idols. If someone isn’t in your contacts, your phone simply will not allow them to call you.”
“What about doctor’s appointments?” you questioned, feeling increasingly nauseous about the new security suggestion. “Or if someone gets a new number? What am I supposed to do then? I don’t have a manager to handle those types of things, Hao.”
“I know,” he groaned. “It was just a thought.”
“Why should I have to change my life because he’s an asshole?” you grumbled. “Isn’t there anything we can do?”
“Short of what?” Hao chuckled, obviously frustrated. You hated that you were making this a problem for him too. Hated even more that you knew he wanted to protect you but didn’t quite know how. “What do you want me to do? Hunt him down and beat some sense into his brainless head?”
“I mean, that wouldn’t be entirely unappealing,” you joked.
“Right,” he deadpanned. “Your old boyfriend is a psychopath, and your new boyfriend is in jail for assault.”
“You pretty much have a built-in gang,” you grinned. “Surely at least Mingyu would be down to-”
“Y/N.”
“Kidding!” you gasped, winding your body around his. “I just want him to go away.”
Hao immediately melted into you, always the first to comfort when things were going sideways. “Want to order take out and forget outside communication exists?”
“That sounds lovely,” you sighed. “I’ll close my eyes and let you hide my phone.”
“Perfect,” he smiled. “No promises that I’ll remember where I put it though.”
“Even better.”
…
You wiggled from side to side on the couch, contentment flooding through your bones. Minghao had wrapped you up in one of your softest blankets and put on one of your favorite reality shows before cuddling beside you. “I’m not sure why you watch this.”
“And yet here you are,” you hummed. “Brain rotting beside mine.”
“I do it because I love you,” he sighed. “But also, who is that? And why is the other girl yelling at him?”
“I can restart the episode, Hao,” you laughed.
“No, no,” he muttered, crossing his arms. He was quiet for a moment before he furrowed his brows. “Why would she do that?”
“Okay, I’m restarting-”
*Buzzzzzz* *Buzz Buzz*
“Is that the food?” you gasped, whipping your head toward your boyfriend. He grinned back before springing up.
“My food,” he cackled. “Who said I was sharing?”
“Hao!” you gasped.
Giggling to himself, he began unlocking the handful of locks on the door before pulling it open. Swinging yourself around, you peeked over the back of the couch, eager to see what he had picked. Instead, you were surprised when he kept the door cracked and angled himself to hide whoever was on the other side.
“Well,” you heard him say calmly. “This isn’t my delivery.”
“Who are you?”
If you hadn’t continued breathing, you would have assumed your heart stopped. How had he found you? Better yet, how did he find the audacity to show up to where you lived with your new partner?
“I’m the person who lives here,” Hao said slowly. “Do you have my chicken order or no?”
You knew that Hao was fully aware of what your ex-boyfriend looked like. He was simply toying with him at this point.
“Where’s Y/N?”
You felt dizzy with anxiety. Why would he show up here? Sure, he was a supreme jerk when you had dated, but you never thought him capable of his behavior today.
“Who?” Hao asked, his voice all innocence. If you weren’t hiding in the living room, fearing for your life, you would kiss him.
“I know they’re here, man,” your ex insisted. “Just let me see them.”
“I have no idea who you’re talking about,” Hao said plainly. “They have a pretty name though.”
If you were in better spirits, you would have giggled.
“Just-” you heard your ex begin to struggle as if he was attempting to move Hao out of the way, but your boyfriend stood firm.
“I would think before trying that again,” Minghao said quietly, his tone venomous.
“I just…” your ex trailed helplessly. “I messed up. I want to make it right. I took time and realized that I really love Y/N.”
“What’s your name?” Hao asked, tilting his head.
“Jae,” your ex said quietly.
“Funny,” Minghao hmphed. “I haven’t heard your name leave their lips. Not once. Plenty of other things though, my name included. Mostly in the dead of night, often loud enough for the neighbors to hear.”
“So they’re here?” Jae perked up.
You could hear Minghao sigh in defeat. Clearly, the bone head wasn’t listening to him.
“They must have forgotten all about you,” he said slowly. “Pity.”
Backing away from the door, Hao slowly began to shut it. “I’ll make one thing clear, so if you’re going to clean the shit out of your ears and listen, now is the time. If you’re not off my doorstep by the time my food delivery gets here, I will be calling the police.
And if you don’t stop contacting Y/N, I’ll make sure you’ll have bigger problems than getting arrested.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Hao said lightly, the door only open a few inches now.
“You just said-”
“You must have misheard,” Hao sighed. “Anyways, tata, have a nice day.”
Slamming the door and locking it immediately, Hao spun to look at you. “Baby?”
Having ducked back onto the couch, you tried to reclaim any semblance of calm. “Yeah?”
“You okay?”
Taking a deep breath, you popped up again and attempted a smile. “I think so?”
“I’m sorry,” Hao said, immediately crossing the room toward you. Pulling your face toward his torso, he hugged your head while you were still sitting.
“What do you have to be sorry for?” you asked, looking up at him. He had done so much for you in the past day, let alone since you had been together. You didn’t know if you could possibly love him any more than you did in this moment.
“That was the last thing I wanted you to have to experience,” he sighed. You could tell the exchange had shaken him up more than he wanted to admit.
“Well,” you said, looking up at him through your lashes. “You were extremely hot.”
“Was I?” he chirped, tilting his head.
“Being assertive suites you,” you grinned.
“Unfortunate,” he hummed. “Because I wasn’t a fan.”
“That’s fine,” you said happily, burying your face into his stomach. “I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

jae-bummer:
Blocked Contacts
Originally posted by woozi
Request: can you please do #15 with a protective hao? like he gets snarky with the ex and drops his funny one liners. thank yooou! :)
Prompt:
- 15) You and your bias run into your ex.
Pairing: Seventeen The8 x Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst
TW: Ex repeatedly contacting Y/N and showing up at their apartment.
.
Days off with Minghao were few and far between. With your opposing schedules and general life responsibilities, it was seldom you were both sharing your small apartment at the same time. When days free of responsibilities presented themselves, it was usually a gift.
Today, however, was not.
Cursing to yourself, you shut your laptop and pushed it away. You knew a disgusted expression was plain on your face as you looked up to Minghao who was casually eating his morning yogurt.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he said calmly, dragging his spoon along the bottom of the container.
“I don’t know,” you sighed, dropping your face into your palms.
He remained silent, the sound of metal hitting glass the only thing in the kitchen.
“If I do, I’m worried I’ll get mad, and honestly, I don’t want to waste that energy on him,” you grumbled.
“Him?” Hao asked, trying to keep his tone casual, but you knew his curiosity had been piqued.
“My ex,” you muttered, finally lifting your head. “THE ex.”
“Ah,” he hummed, looking back to his food. “What’s he up to?”
“No idea, but he tried to message me.”
“Sudden shortage of children to steal candy from?” he smirked. “Absolutely no puppies left to kick?”
“Hao,” you chuckled, shaking your head. “He’s not a cartoon villain.”
“Forgive me, love,” he sighed, leaning over to kiss you on the temple. Moving toward the sink, he dropped his spoon and spun back to face you. “But I’ve never met the man, so I have to go off of what you’ve told me.”
“I hadn’t realized I was giving such glowing reviews,” you mused.
“Come here,” Hao grinned, extending his arms, complete with grabby hands.
Narrowing your eyes at him, it took only a moment to give in. Shuffling over, you slid against his thin frame, and wrapped your arms around his waist. Nuzzling into his chest, you let out a content sigh as he rested his arms on your shoulders.
He kissed your scalp before setting his chin there. “Why are you so bothered?”
“Why aren’t you?”
Hao had never been particularly jealous. He was confident in who he was, as well as your feelings for him. In his head, he had nothing to worry about, so why let an emotion as petty as jealousy creep in when he could keep it locked down?
That being said, he was human, and had gone off of his peaceful rails on occasion. This mostly happened when it came to your attention. If someone was actively trying to take away your time with him, he would have a problem with it. You were his. He had no patience for anyone who acted adversely to that.
“If I was bothered by every man who sought out to contact you, I would be incessantly grumpy,” he hummed. You could hear the smile in his voice. “And at this point, I’d likely want nothing to do with any of my members and I’d be planning their demise right now.”
“I kind of assumed you were planning one of their impending dooms at any given time,” you teased.
“Now who’s the cartoon villain?”
..
*DING*
*DING*
*DINGDING*
*DINGDINGDINGDING*
“Y/N,” Minghao sighed, looking over his shoulder at you.
“Oh, so the noise is bothersome?” you laughed, dropping your phone on the coffee table. “I thought you had lost your hearing.”
Pausing the program he was watching, Hao pivoted himself to face you instead of the television. “I know this is a novel idea, but have you heard of manner mode?”
“I know this is a novel idea, but have you heard of me not giving a shit?” you smirked. Pointing to your phone accusingly, you added. “Plus, I’m not the problem here.”
“Well, you have my attention now,” he accepted. “What’s up?”
“I didn’t respond to the message I got this morning,” you reported. “So, homie apparently got ahold of my number somehow.”
“Then block him.”
“You, my love, are a genius,” you beamed. “But don’t you think I did that?”
Minghao rolled his eyes before scooting closer to you and picking up your phone. His face immediately warped with shock. “What is this?”
“All of the numbers he’s created to contact me,” you continued. “There’s been at least ten at this point.”
“Who does that?” he gasped, scrolling up and down. Clicking into a message, he began to read. “Why can’t we just talk, Y/N? It’s been so long. I’ve changed.”
“Apparently not enough to realize I don’t want to talk to him,” you muttered, crossing your arms.
“Maybe it’s time we start locking down you phone,” Hao sighed, placing your phone back down as it continued to vibrate.
“Locking down my phone?” you asked, furrowing your brow.
Minghao pinched the bridge of his nose before continuing. “Yeah, it’s common amongst idols. If someone isn’t in your contacts, your phone simply will not allow them to call you.”
“What about doctor’s appointments?” you questioned, feeling increasingly nauseous about the new security suggestion. “Or if someone gets a new number? What am I supposed to do then? I don’t have a manager to handle those types of things, Hao.”
“I know,” he groaned. “It was just a thought.”
“Why should I have to change my life because he’s an asshole?” you grumbled. “Isn’t there anything we can do?”
“Short of what?” Hao chuckled, obviously frustrated. You hated that you were making this a problem for him too. Hated even more that you knew he wanted to protect you but didn’t quite know how. “What do you want me to do? Hunt him down and beat some sense into his brainless head?”
“I mean, that wouldn’t be entirely unappealing,” you joked.
“Right,” he deadpanned. “Your old boyfriend is a psychopath, and your new boyfriend is in jail for assault.”
“You pretty much have a built-in gang,” you grinned. “Surely at least Mingyu would be down to-”
“Y/N.”
“Kidding!” you gasped, winding your body around his. “I just want him to go away.”
Hao immediately melted into you, always the first to comfort when things were going sideways. “Want to order take out and forget outside communication exists?”
“That sounds lovely,” you sighed. “I’ll close my eyes and let you hide my phone.”
“Perfect,” he smiled. “No promises that I’ll remember where I put it though.”
“Even better.”
…
You wiggled from side to side on the couch, contentment flooding through your bones. Minghao had wrapped you up in one of your softest blankets and put on one of your favorite reality shows before cuddling beside you. “I’m not sure why you watch this.”
“And yet here you are,” you hummed. “Brain rotting beside mine.”
“I do it because I love you,” he sighed. “But also, who is that? And why is the other girl yelling at him?”
“I can restart the episode, Hao,” you laughed.
“No, no,” he muttered, crossing his arms. He was quiet for a moment before he furrowed his brows. “Why would she do that?”
“Okay, I’m restarting-”
*Buzzzzzz* *Buzz Buzz*
“Is that the food?” you gasped, whipping your head toward your boyfriend. He grinned back before springing up.
“My food,” he cackled. “Who said I was sharing?”
“Hao!” you gasped.
Giggling to himself, he began unlocking the handful of locks on the door before pulling it open. Swinging yourself around, you peeked over the back of the couch, eager to see what he had picked. Instead, you were surprised when he kept the door cracked and angled himself to hide whoever was on the other side.
“Well,” you heard him say calmly. “This isn’t my delivery.”
“Who are you?”
If you hadn’t continued breathing, you would have assumed your heart stopped. How had he found you? Better yet, how did he find the audacity to show up to where you lived with your new partner?
“I’m the person who lives here,” Hao said slowly. “Do you have my chicken order or no?”
You knew that Hao was fully aware of what your ex-boyfriend looked like. He was simply toying with him at this point.
“Where’s Y/N?”
You felt dizzy with anxiety. Why would he show up here? Sure, he was a supreme jerk when you had dated, but you never thought him capable of his behavior today.
“Who?” Hao asked, his voice all innocence. If you weren’t hiding in the living room, fearing for your life, you would kiss him.
“I know they’re here, man,” your ex insisted. “Just let me see them.”
“I have no idea who you’re talking about,” Hao said plainly. “They have a pretty name though.”
If you were in better spirits, you would have giggled.
“Just-” you heard your ex begin to struggle as if he was attempting to move Hao out of the way, but your boyfriend stood firm.
“I would think before trying that again,” Minghao said quietly, his tone venomous.
“I just…” your ex trailed helplessly. “I messed up. I want to make it right. I took time and realized that I really love Y/N.”
“What’s your name?” Hao asked, tilting his head.
“Jae,” your ex said quietly.
“Funny,” Minghao hmphed. “I haven’t heard your name leave their lips. Not once. Plenty of other things though, my name included. Mostly in the dead of night, often loud enough for the neighbors to hear.”
“So they’re here?” Jae perked up.
You could hear Minghao sigh in defeat. Clearly, the bone head wasn’t listening to him.
“They must have forgotten all about you,” he said slowly. “Pity.”
Backing away from the door, Hao slowly began to shut it. “I’ll make one thing clear, so if you’re going to clean the shit out of your ears and listen, now is the time. If you’re not off my doorstep by the time my food delivery gets here, I will be calling the police.
And if you don’t stop contacting Y/N, I’ll make sure you’ll have bigger problems than getting arrested.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Hao said lightly, the door only open a few inches now.
“You just said-”
“You must have misheard,” Hao sighed. “Anyways, tata, have a nice day.”
Slamming the door and locking it immediately, Hao spun to look at you. “Baby?”
Having ducked back onto the couch, you tried to reclaim any semblance of calm. “Yeah?”
“You okay?”
Taking a deep breath, you popped up again and attempted a smile. “I think so?”
“I’m sorry,” Hao said, immediately crossing the room toward you. Pulling your face toward his torso, he hugged your head while you were still sitting.
“What do you have to be sorry for?” you asked, looking up at him. He had done so much for you in the past day, let alone since you had been together. You didn’t know if you could possibly love him any more than you did in this moment.
“That was the last thing I wanted you to have to experience,” he sighed. You could tell the exchange had shaken him up more than he wanted to admit.
“Well,” you said, looking up at him through your lashes. “You were extremely hot.”
“Was I?” he chirped, tilting his head.
“Being assertive suites you,” you grinned.
“Unfortunate,” he hummed. “Because I wasn’t a fan.”
“That’s fine,” you said happily, burying your face into his stomach. “I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

canadianwheatpirates:
asterosian:
For new users who don’t know:
Don’t put quotation marks in tags! It puts the part of your statement that you put in quotes at the top.
So you’re trying to write
#cant believe anyone believes this “gay people cause earthquakes” shit is okay to say
And instead everyone sees
#gay people cause earthquakes #cant believe anyone believes this shit is okay to say
And now you look like kind of a jackass.
I nearly blocked someone for what looked like really suspicious if not outright shitty things to say in the tags but thankfully I read a little closer and realized what happened. I know there’s a lot of newer users now with Reddit going to shit, so this seems important to mention!
Apostrophes turn up in tags fine so when I need to use quote marks I usually use ‘single quotes’ or you can type them twice for a decent approximation of ‘‘quote marks’’ that don’t have this problem

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imissthembutitwasntadisaster:
Hate hate hate how when I get angry there is a physical reaction but it’s not glowing eyes or growing claws or something it’s crying. This feels unfair.

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