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Reblogging Bc @my-soul-sings demanded and I cannot refuse.

And also I miss these ;) Feel free to send!!

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Aaaa thanks for the tag!! I’ll tag @gyucore​ @soft-taehee​​ @spacechip707​ @lilydally​ and anyone else who wants to do this :)  

Ayeee, thanks for the tag! I tag @mrsmaow @lilydally and @peppermint-jumin! Or anyone seeing this who wants to do this! Pic crews are fun:)

How to Train A Fox

Summary: Can foxes be trained? Biho decides to find out.

If Biho had to describe Yooha’s general personality towards his housemates, he would choose any negative word in the dictionary. Even the most amiable interactions with the fox included at least one sarcastic remark—borderline caustic if Taehee was involved. 

However, Biho began to observe a pattern. In very specific situations, there was a constant digression from Yooha’s usual temperament. His sour moods would turn drastically sweet. His frowns would quickly morph into blindingly bright grins. And those tails would pop out, sending fur fluttering into the air and Taehee’s sanity with it.

What were those specific situations? Well, from Biho’s observations, these behavioral deviations occurred around a single person—MC. 

Just the other day Biho watched Yooha vehemently refuse to touch the porridge Taehee had made, muttering something about “all the wrong textures.” He wouldn’t even lift his spoon until MC coaxed him to eat one bite, patting his head when he took two instead. 

Since then, Yooha had eaten a full bowl of porridge three times. 

It worked with verbal praise as well. A “Good boy!” from MC was enough to get the fox to do acrobatics if she so asked. Had it been any one of the goblins, he would’ve continued to idle on the couch, wine glass in hand, as usual. 

Despite his passionate aversion to being compared to a dog, Yooha exhibited numerous puppy-like behaviors—even going so far as to stare out the window, pining every time MC left the house. Not to mention the tail-wagging… 

The behavior annoyed Hansol and Taehee, but it fascinated Biho. It reminded him of numerous books he had read about operant conditioning—using reinforcers to shape an animal’s behaviour. Like giving dog treats to train a dog to perform the right tricks.

A peculiar, curious thought occurred to him the next time he saw Yooha sit at MC’s command, and receive a gracious smile after:

Could he train Yooha to behave? 

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Biho Snooze, Hansol Lose

Summary: Hansol gets creative in his attempts to wake Biho up.

Every day, Hansol had a to-do list. Chores, if you will. Taehee did most of the household chores voluntarily (the man had explicitly said he didn’t trust any of them to clean or cook properly) but Hansol did have a job of his own in the house.

He glanced over at the sleeping redhead on the bed at the opposite end of their room, narrowing his eyes at the way the baby goblin’s chest rose and fell quietly, the way his innocent face looked so utterly peaceful and rested.

Hansol had the redhead’s sleep cycle memorised to a tee by now. He knew what time Biho should wake up, what time his work shift started, how many times he had overslept and how perilously close he was getting to being fired altogether. Hansol also always made sure that there was enough food for the redhead, and chased him out of the house when the next bus was arriving soon. 

The others had teased him, calling him “Mummy Hansol’’ before. The blond had frowned at the imposed title, telling them off because he was most definitely not Biho’s mother. Or a woman.

But deep down, he knew it was true to some extent. 

Somehow, he had become Biho’s unofficial babysitter, and one of his main jobs—and the most difficult one in this house at that—was the impossible task of waking Biho up every day (or night).

It wasn’t enough to call Biho a deep sleeper. No, that term didn’t even come close to describing just how ridiculously dead Biho was in his sleep. 

The most recent example? There had been a series of storms the past few days. Likely, the youngest goblin’s sleep had been interrupted by the lightning and the booming thunder. At least, that’s what Hansol had thought, being the kind, loving, caring person he was.  

However, after the third day in a row of having to wake the redhead from his slumber, he was sure not even the loudest storm would’ve woken him. Especially since his attempts at jabbing his shoulder with a blunt pen certainly wasn’t working. 

With a groan, Hansol tossed the pen onto the nearby desk. A small stack of papers went fluttering to the floor, but even that only extracted a soft hum from the sleeping stone in front of him. 

For the past few days, Hansol had to scream at the top of his lungs in order to get a small stir from the baby goblin. However, his throat was one tantrum away from being sore, and he needed to preserve it for his gig later.

“Biho,” he pleaded, hands gripping the younger goblin’s shirt. Though he knew it would be fruitless, he shook the cloth in his hands in another attempt to break this enchantment. “One night. Just one night, wake up when I ask.” 

By some miracle, the redhead’s lips parted, though his eyes remained closed. Hansol released a sigh as his knees buckled under the weight of relief. Usually, Biho would mutter a series of short, incoherent sentences before finally, albeit reluctantly, emerging from his slumber. 

Hansol’s voice had been saved… 

Or so he thought. Wrongly. 

Instead of uttering his usual ramblings, Biho rolled to one side and pulled his dolphin plushie into his arms. “Five more minutes.” 

Hansol could’ve forgiven the younger goblin had his voice been muddled, syllables slurred together from the remnants of sleep bogging his brain. However, he spoke with clarity—absolute lucidity. 

The audacity. 

Fuming from the blatant disrespect, Hansol clutched his arm once more and flipped him onto his back. Again, he was met with that familiar dopey face. All traces of awakeness were gone…and Hansol’s patience went right with it.  

“KANG BIHO!!” the shout slipped from his throat faster than he could catch it. He slapped his hand over his mouth, mentally apologizing to his poor vocal cords for the screw up. 

Still, the lack of response from the unconscious goblin intensified his exasperation. With a sharp huff, he glanced at the useless alarm clock by Biho’s bedside. If he didn’t manage to really wake the baby, both he and Biho would end up being late. 

He couldn’t use his voice. Physical force couldn’t wake him. Hansol needed to be more creative.

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Hello everyone! Welcome to Wannabetwins, where two writers go nuts with their ideas!! 

We’re Ailis and Sherms, and we set up this blog for our fic collabs on Wannabe Challenge because we thought it would be fun to write about shenanigans between the 5 house mates in this game 😎

Right now we‘re working on a prank war series, where (you guessed it!) the house mates prank each other/drive each other crazy. It’s going to be a mess, and we hope you’ll have fun reading our fics as much as we enjoy brainstorming ideas and writing together!

We’re also open to taking requests! See our request guidelines before submitting them to us (just drop us an ask). :) 

That’s all from us! We hope you enjoy your time here on this blog! ☕️✨

✨ Our socials ✨ + Ailis: @spacechip707  + Sherms: @my-soul-sings

P.S. We had a Mystic Messenger collab blog @mysmesomespacechips​ so if you’re an MM fan and love the choi twins as much as we do, go ahead and check out the crack fics and headcanons we posted there!

While I’ll still be writing WTIOH and maybe the occasional one-shot for mysme, I’ll be a little more active on this collab blog with @my-soul-sings for now!

If you have fallen into the Wannabe Challenge hole, come join us! And also let’s talk, cuz I wanna find more wannabe fans here!

If you haven’t played it, I HIGHLY recommend it!! The characters are loveable, The story is so good, and Zen and Seven’s VA are in it!! Also mysme Easter eggs 👀

White String of Hate

Summary: In which Taehee, the resident clean freak, is driven to the brink of insanity.

It started when he found pieces of white string on his clothes.

At first, he thought nothing of it. He had just re-organized the closets in the house. Maybe some stray cobwebs had floated into the room—nothing his duster couldn’t handle.

But then he started seeing them elsewhere. In his potted plants, the kitchen counter, the floor… And every time he mentioned it, his housemates merely shrugged it off and dismissed it as him being too much of a “clean freak”. He knew he had a tendency to be more sensitive to these things, so he let it slide, and told himself he was just thinking too much… before wiping down the surfaces till they were back to their pristine, clean state.

Still, the white strings continued to appear. He couldn’t even wear black shirts anymore without feeling irked to the bone. Even his trusty lint roller wasn’t enough to keep them at bay. “Maybe it’s a lint mutation!” Hansol suggested. That was a ridiculous suggestion, of course… but Taehee did buy a new roller. Still it proved to be of little use; the pesky little strings kept coming back like scheming parasites.

By the seventh day, Taehee was beginning to question his sanity. Maybe he’d just worked too many long hours. Maybe his eyes were just tired. Maybe all he needed was a long night of sleep.

For days, the strings plagued his sight, their appearances growing more and more ridiculous. One morning, he even found it on his toothbrush. However, just like before, his housemates responded to his questions with that same indifference.

But he couldn’t get it out of his mind. The white strings consumed his every thought, and it was impossible to avoid them in the house when they seemed to have plagued every corner of his home.

There had to be a scientific explanation behind it—a sickness? But everyone was perfectly healthy. White hairs from stress-induced aging? But he was a goblin…. The others certainly didn’t seem to have developed white hairs either. He got MC to check his head on multiple occasions too, and she had assured him that he wasn’t growing any. He could only take her word for it.

What else could it be? Cobwebs? But cobwebs didn’t form so quickly after being cleaned. And they wouldn’t come in such huge numbers.

The question remained in the back of his mind as he struggled to come up with a reasonable answer, other than one involving him hallucinating. Because he wasn’t. His housemates who weren’t seeing these white strings were clearly going blind.

The last straw was when he was having his morning coffee. One of the rare times he could sit down in peace, take his time to savour the bittersweetness of his special brew. Needless to say it was one of his favourite times of the day.

Until he saw it. The thin white line of his nightmares now floating in the middle of what should’ve been delightful blackness.

Merry Choi-mas! - Day 10

Christmas Decorating: Choi Family

by @spacechip707

He couldn’t move, and he could barely breathe. Saeyoung feared that one false step would lead to a disaster in his own living room.

He wasn’t even sure how he ended up in this situation. His limbs were constrained to his body. except for his wrist which managed to maintain freedom from the cords that entangled his frame. He tried to maneuver his extremities strategically in order to free the rest of him, but after so many attempts, despair seized its hold on him.

There was no more denying it. He was stuck.

“MC,” He called. He steadied his voice to a quiet, but firm tone lest she panic. “Not to worry you or anything, but I may be tangled in the lights.”

He waited in his festive chains, straining his ear for the soft, annoyed sigh to drift from his wife’s mouth before any actual help was offered. But the seconds ticked onwards and there no sigh and no help.

He craned the upper half of his torso to see past the gigantic obstruction which was their Christmas tree.

“MC,” he said again, eliciting no reply from his wife. He could’ve sworn she was right there putting hooks on the new ornaments. With a nervous whimper, Saeyoung scooted to the side to catch a better view. His chest was tight with the tense bundle of oxygen he was holding, as if one small puff of air would send the tree crashing to the ground.

He winced at the pine branches that poked his nose and glasses, but he managed to peer through the long spokes to the living room. MC was still on the couch where he last saw. There was an ornament in her one hand, but the other remained empty and daintily draped onto the adjacent cushion. Her eyes were closed, her mouth hanging open, and her chest rising and falling in even breaths. At least one of them could breath normally.

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Decided to re-read this series because @spacechip707 said she re-read it recently and holy crap I’ve been laughing so hard for the past hour XD Reblogging this because it made me laugh the hardest out of all the fics in the merry choi-mas series :) 

Merry Christmas everyone! 

AHHHH I miss doing theseee collabs 🥺🥺

Please check out the rest too on @mysmesomespacechips !! @mysmesomefluff ‘s Saeran fluff will make you melt faster than a hot chocolate bomb on Christmas Eve 👀 just sayin’