#SMS blocker

[theluigianapurchase]

dont get me wrong guys i love testosterone but damn do i miss hormone blockers just a lil with the way i didn't any acne the whole time i was on them

To be clear this is me being hella dramatic i have one pimple under my nose rn and its the first I've seen in months soooooo

To those who actually struggle with this problem and aren't dramatic bitches like me like god speed to y'all and mad respect bc god damn i hate this shit more than anything

[macfrog]

Not to sound like too much of crazy fan, but I genuinely feel like you're some really famous writer doing this for fun because holy shit is your writing good! Seriously, the level of description and 'setting the scene' you manage to achieve is pure talent mixed with obvious hard work. The stories are absolutely amazing and so well thought out, but your writing.... wow... just wow. Please hold a master class in writing or something, although I doubt what you have is something teachable. Be proud of your writing. It's amazing, and you're amazing! I appreciate the hell out of you. Keep it up!

feel like now is as good a time as any to tell you guys that i’m actually colleen hoover. and i see y'all DISSING my fucking BOOKS in my REPLIES #teamlois #mrsloismiller #readersmomahoe

[luv-again]

BWAHAHA WHAT I'M SORRY ?? I just got a youtube survey post-ad asking if the advertiser 'had my best interests at heart'

um, if they had my best interests at heart, I wouldn't be SEEING this ad

[fireflyinks]

hi girlyyy I love ur hamzah fics sm u write him so good it’s crazy! I was thinking abt their new vid with the heartbeat thing and I was wondering if u could make a fic about that!!

keep up the workkk💗💗💗💗💗

heartbeat

hamzah x reader smut

18+ MINORS DNI

a/n : YOUR GIRL IS BACKKKKKKKK!!!!!! sorry this video isn't really new anymore but I'VE BEEN SO BUSY. i hope your all like this, it's not great but hey, at least I posted!!!

contains : smut obvi, riding, lowkey getting caught (EMBARRASING!!!), no y/n, kinda dom reader!!! (everyone say "THANK YOU VI", established relationship, heartbeat kink (idk if that's a thing lmao) and probably more idk it's smut read at your own risk

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I sat in bed, contemplating interrupting Hamzah and Martin while filming. They’d been going for hours, and I had grown tired of hearing the two scream on the other side of the thin white walls. I knew Hamzah wouldn’t care if I interrupted, the slushies loved when I made appearances in videos, but part of me knew that my intentions weren’t purely innocent. 

I stood up, walking out of Hamzah and I’s shared bedroom. Just as I walked through the door, I watched as Martin walked out. 

“Bathroom” was all he said. I nodded shortly gliding into their filming room. 

“Hey baby,” I spoke softly. Hamzah looked up from his phone, smiling at the sight of me.

“Hi sweetheart.” 

Walking over to where Hamzah sat, I wrapped my arms around him as I looked at the paused game screen. I looked at the numbers on either side of the screen, remembering that they were doing a heartbeat monitor video. 

As I pressed a kiss on the side of Hamzah’s neck, I watched as the numbers on his side of the screen went up after a few seconds. He blushed a bit, interlocking his fingers with mine. His heartbeat traveled from 73 to 96 quickly. 

“Are you nervous or something?” I teased, watching the monitor. 

Hamzah pressed his lips onto mine, his hands finding their way to my hips as he pulled me onto his lap. As our mouths moved against each other, I glanced at the screen again. 116. 

I began grinding my hips down onto him, feeling as a ten began to grow in his gym shorts. He guided my hips with his hands, a firm grip on either side. Hamzah groaned lowly at the sensation. 

“Guys, can you at least wait until we’re done filming?” Martin spoke, unimpressed. I smiled against Hamzah’s lips, pulling away and glancing at the screen once again. 125. 

“Sorry Martin…” I giggled, walking out of the room briskly. I could feel Hamzah’s eyes still on me as I left. 

After about 30 minutes, I could hear Martin finally leave. I got out of bed, quickly making my way to the filming room. Hamzah smiled as he saw me walk in. 

“Sorry, Martin is the biggest cock blocker of all time.” 

I straddled his lap in the chair, “It’s okay,” I pressed our lips together, letting his tongue explore my mouth. I grinded my hips down on his again, feeling myself get more and more soaked. He was still as hard as he was before, and what were once groans were now whimpers from the neglectance he was experiencing. 

“Fuck, that feels so good…” He praised against my lips.

After a few moments, I looked back at the screen. 120. I wasted no time taking off my shirt and letting Hamzah unclasp my bra in one quick motion. I rubbed my thighs together, he was far too good at that. 

He slipped his gym shorts and boxers off as I stood up and slid my lacy panties off as quickly as I could manage. I held his member up as I sunk myself down onto it. Hamzah all but whimpered as he bottomed me out. 

“Oh my- fucking hell. You suck me in so good, baby.” 

I started moving, bouncing up and down at a rate that shouldn’t be possible. Words try to escape my mouth, but I can’t seem to get anything coherent out. He was big, bigger than anyone I’d ever had before. Though this wasn’t even close to being our first time, his size still surprised me. 

Continuing to move up and down, my legs begin to shake with pleasure. I rest my knees on either side of his thighs, and I feel as Hamzah’s large hands grab onto the back of my legs. 

“It’s okay, you got it. Keep going baby, keep making me feel good with that pretty pussy.” 

His words are enough to push me over the edge, and I can tell he’s close too by the way his eyelids look heavier than usual and his mouth is formed into a “o” shape. 

“I- I’m gonna-” 

Hamzah nods rapidly, “Me too. Come baby, come with me.”

And I do, my fluids soaking his member as he fills me up perfectly. Once we’ve rode out our climax, I sink back down and sit there for a moment. 

I can’t help but look back at the screen, 81. 

[xyaehir]

sitting in bed, thinking about suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro.

like the second he’s added into his volleyball groupchat, kita’s writing some long and detailed paragraphs about their new training regimen to practice for their next match.

suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro taps on the notification and just stares for a good 10 seconds before leaving his message on seen and switching his phone off to go nap somewhere.

then the next day rolls around and he’s completely clueless about the new routine and frankly slightly worried about the long earful of a lecture kita’s going to give him.

but when you send him 3 detailed and double-spaced paragraphs ranting about what put you in a bad mood, suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro is suddenly suna “fastest reader in the world” rintaro.

suna “fastest reader in the world” rintaro is immediately replying at the speed of light with his own paragraphs about how baffled he is that all those things happened to you.

and then atsumu does the same thing and suna “fastest reader in the world” rintaro is back to suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro, reacting to his 8 paragraphs with a thumbs up.

if u tell me someone already thought of this istg. anyways, i love this middle blocker sm i need him to be WHIPPED and giving special treatment 😣 not edited cz its 3:02 am rn..

@xyaehir 2024. This is my content. Do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated! <3

[artchvies]

i wish you would write an abo fic where oscar was a pediatric doctor and lando as a single dad who brought in his daughter (i love girl dad lando sm) and they fall in love at first sight

this is such a ridiculously cute prompt and i had so many ideas for it. ended up writing their first meeting (it took forever i know i’m sorry)

i wasn’t totally sure how to make the abo dynamics feel natural here so i tried playing with the scent stuff a bit… hopefully it reads okay!

(1,7k words, abo kid fic)

The waiting room smells like antiseptic and, inexplicably, apple juice. Lando’s ninety-nine percent sure that last bit is Victoria’s fault.

She’s clinging to his leg, half hiding her face in the sleeve of his hoodie, half peeking up at the giant fish mural on the wall.

Her little curls are all smushed on one side from the car seat. Lando gently smooths them down. They spring back up five seconds later.

“It’s okay, love,” he murmurs, and she presses her nose into his thigh in response, scenting him faintly.

Then the door swings open. And Lando looks up, ready to half-smile at Dr. Greene, except.

Except it’s not Dr. Greene.

This doctor is new. Young. Blue scrubs, white coat.

Omega, Lando’s instincts say before his brain catches up.

Omega, his lungs say again, as if they’ve suddenly forgotten how to work.

“Victoria Norris?” the man says, voice smooth and warm.

Vic doesn’t move. Just tightens her grip on Lando’s jeans like she’s trying to become molecularly fused to them.

“Oh,” Lando says, standing. “That’s us. Um. She’s shy.”

“Not a problem,” the doctor replies, with a small smile that is objectively not allowed before 9 a.m. “I’m Dr. Oscar Piastri. I’ll be seeing you today—Dr. Greene has transferred.”

“Right,” Lando says. “Okay. Cool.”

He picks Victoria up. She promptly curls into his chest, tucks her head under his chin like a tiny koala.

Dr. Piastri gestures them down the hallway. He’s composed, not saying anything unnecessary. Doesn’t ask Victoria any questions yet. Just opens the door to the exam room and steps aside.

Lando sits her on the table. She immediately grabs his hand like she thinks someone’s going to try and separate them with force.

And that’s when it hits him—Dr. Piastri’s scent. Not showy, but there.

Steady and unblocked and real, like lavender and clean linen and something warmer underneath, something that sneaks past Lando’s defenses and coils soft in his chest.

It makes his own scent twitch uncomfortably, like it wants to respond without permission. He hadn’t even realized how starved he was for something like that until now.

“You’re not wearing blockers,” Lando blurts, and then immediately contemplates launching himself into the sun.

Dr. Piastri—glances over, unreadable. “I don’t need them.”

“Right. Yeah. Obviously,” Lando says. “Sorry. That was weird. I didn’t mean—I mean, I’m not weird about it.”

Oscar mouth twitches, which Lando decides to count as a win. “Alright.”

“She doesn’t talk much when she’s nervous,” Lando offers, when the silence gets too full. “Or to new people. Or really anyone who hasn’t been properly vetted. But give her a week and she’ll be demanding to know your opinion on triceratops.”

Oscar crouches a little, carefully. Doesn’t speak yet, just lets his scent do the work—slow, safe.

Victoria stares at him from behind her pacifier. Her eyes are big and skeptical.

“That’s alright,” Oscar says. “We can take our time.”

Lando watches him with something that might be awe.

Oscar doesn’t push. Doesn’t coax. Just… lets her be. His scent is like a blanket in winter. Not overwhelming. Just there.

And Lando realizes with a sudden, sharp ache that his instincts are flaring for a reason.

Oscar isn’t just calm—he’s safe. Every quiet Omega cue Lando’s ever known is right there, in his voice, in the way he moves, in the way his scent stays low and steady.

It hits Lando like a freight train, how much he wants to trust this man with everything.

Not just Victoria’s health, but his… actual heart, apparently. Which is stupid. Objectively ridiculous. But it feels a bit like fate anyway.

“She’s here for her yearly?” Oscar asks, glancing at the chart.

“Yeah,” Lando says, a beat late. “Usual stuff. She’s been healthy. Big fan of bananas, if that matters.”

Oscar lifts a single eyebrow, amused. “Good to know.”

Victoria chooses this moment to squeeze Lando’s wrist. He takes that as a cue to stop talking.

There’s a pause while Oscar reads through her file. His scent shifts a little—thoughtful, maybe. It catches in Lando’s throat.

“I’m going to check your heartbeat, alright?” Oscar says, very clearly addressing Victoria, and not her over-anxious father. He holds up the stethoscope for inspection.

She doesn’t say anything. Just sticks out her foot.

Oscar doesn’t laugh. Doesn’t correct her. Just hums. “Fair enough,” he says, and gently takes her ankle like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

The rest of the check-up goes easier than Lando could’ve predicted.

No words from Victoria, but she watches Oscar with curiosity.

Lando leans in a little. “Hey—if you get her to ditch that pacifier, I’ll owe you. I’ve tried. Her last doctor tried. I got called a monster.”

Oscar glances up from the blood pressure cuff, that almost-smile back. “A monster?”

“I mean, not in words. But the vibe was there,” Lando mutters. “You, though—she’s looking at you like you invented gravity, so. Magic Omega powers and all that.”

Oscar hums. His scent shifts again, warm with quiet amusement. “I’ll see what I can do.”

And apparently, he means immediately.

Victoria’s still parked on the exam table, legs swinging like little pendulums, when Oscar turns to the cabinet and retrieves something—small, soft, and unmistakably grey.

He crouches again, calm as ever. “Hey, Victoria,” he says gently, holding it out. “I brought you something.”

It’s a bunny. One of those squishy comfort ones with velvet ears and a stitched-on expression that’s either sleepy or enlightened. There’s a faded ribbon around its neck.

Victoria stares at it like it’s the Mona Lisa.

“If you give your pacifier to your dad today,” Oscar continues, “you can take this home instead. Deal?”

There’s a pause. She doesn’t blink. Just slowly reaches up, removes the pacifier with the solemnity of a monk surrendering a worldly possession, and hands it over to Lando without ceremony.

Then she takes the bunny. Turns it over once, inspecting. And—very seriously—she lifts one tiny hand and points directly at its embroidered front teeth.

“Just like you,” she says.

Oscar freezes.

Lando makes a noise somewhere between a gasp and a bark. “Oh my god,” he whispers, delighted and horrified all at once.

Oscar’s ears flush pink. His scent flares.

“It’s the teeth?” he mutters, wounded.

Lando just stares at him. He’s trying very hard not to fall in love on the spot. Unclear if it’s working.

Oscar clears his throat while Vic is already cradling the bunny like it’s her newborn child.

Lando watches the two of them and then watches his own heart do something ill-advised in real time. The instinct is loud. Unhelpful.

“She seems healthy,” Oscar says eventually, recovering just enough to stand and wash his hands. “Maybe a little tired.”

Lando nods. “She’s been clingy lately. Might be a growth spurt.”

“Or,” Oscar says, glancing over his shoulder, “she might be picking up on something.”

Lando blinks. “Like what?”

Oscar shrugs. “Stress. Unrest. If your scent’s been changing, she’ll notice.”

Which—alright. Fair. Lando’s been a little off-kilter lately. New job. New flat. The whole being-in-love-with-your-kid’s-doctor thing just now. He hadn’t thought it would show. But of course it does. He’s always been scent-reactive.

“She likes you,” he says instead of responding. “She doesn’t usually warm up that fast.”

Oscar gives a tiny smile, then leans down to offer Victoria a sticker. She takes it with both hands.

“I like her too,” he replies, and that tugs at something deep in Lando’s chest.

His glands hum, unhelpfully. He’s never been the kind of Alpha to scent anyone outside of a bond. But right now, it’s not even a decision. Just instinct. His scent curls softly into the air, not claiming. Just—present.

Oscar doesn’t push back. But there’s a shift. Subtle. And maybe—maybe—Lando’s not imagining it after all.

“Thanks,” he says, picking Vic up and adjusting her in his arms. “For everything.”

Oscar glances up. His eyes linger just a beat too long. “Anytime.”

For a moment they just look at each other—one of those pauses where everything seems to hold still, where Lando’s heart starts going far too fast for something as simple as small talk.

He clears his throat. “Right,” he says, fumbling. “Guess we’ll be going, then.”

“Wait,” Victoria says before he can take a step. Her voice is very small.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Lando asks, startled.

Victoria hesitates. Then—“His name.”

“Oh. That’s Dr. Piastri,” Lando says.

She shakes her head, serious now. “What’s his name.”

Oscar’s ears go pink.

“It’s Oscar,” he says softly.

Victoria nods, apparently satisfied. She hides her face again. Lando can’t help but laugh, a little dazed.

“Well, Oscar,” he says, testing it, letting it sit in the air between them. “Thanks again. And—uh. If you ever want to talk about dinosaurs sometime, she’s very open to visitors. We’re usually at the park on weekends.”

Oscar bites the inside of his cheek. “I’d like that.”

And Lando, high off of nothing but his own feelings, bold for reasons even he doesn’t understand, adds quickly, “Also, if you ever wanted to—have a coffee or something. With me. Not just her. If that’s not weird. I just meant—”

Oscar blinks. “Oh. I don’t like coffee.”

Lando’s stomach drops clean through the floor. “Right. Yeah. Of course. I mean, obviously. That’s not—yeah. Forget it.” He gestures vaguely with one hand. “You’re my kid’s doctor, I wasn’t— It wasn’t—”

Oscar flushes. Deeply. He scrambles to speak, all composure evaporating. “No, I meant— I really don’t like coffee. Like, the drink. I didn’t mean—” He stops, flustered. “Hot chocolate?”

Lando stares at him.

“Hot chocolate would be nice,” Oscar says shyly.

“I like chocolate,” Victoria announces from Lando’s shoulder, very helpfully.

Oscar laughs, soft and a little helpless.

Lando beams. “Alright,” he says. “Hot chocolate it is.”

Oscar hesitates for just a moment, then reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a pen.

“Here,” he murmurs, scribbling his number on the back of a clinic appointment card. “In case you ever need to reschedule. Or—uh. For hot chocolate logistics.”

Lando takes it like it’s something delicate. His fingers brush Oscar’s, and it feels like a jolt straight down to his spine.

“Right,” he says, ears pink, brain barely functional.

And when they finally leave—Victoria clutching her new bunny, Lando clutching that little card—he feels like he’s floating.

[aamircoeur]

Can I request Headcanons about Kenji Sato is dating a Volleyball Player! (Y/n) :3

If you have free time 👉👈

Ken Sato with a volleyball player lover ー hcs.

omg baby as someone who plays vball for our school this means sm to me HAHAH tysm 4 the req

sfw. fluff, imagines, hcs. enjoy reading! 🤍UNEDITED

he is so expressive when he comes to your games

his eyes would always be on you and shouts whenever you're in contact with a ball

doing a perfect dig against the enemy's spikes? he's shouting

you set the ball as a save? he's screaming

you can't even imagine how loud he shouts when you spike a ball

"YEAH THAT'S MY BABY!" embarrassing.

but cute tbh

you and him have matching jersey numbers

he keeps saying that soon enough both of you would be known as player number 7: sato

sometimes you guys watch baseball and volleyball tournaments as dates

and during vball ones he'd be so expressive without even knowing what it meant

"what! why couldn't the small guy push it over?"

"only three touches are allowed, baby."

"she could've reached that if she jumped, love!"

"liberos can't jump if they hit the ball, baby."

"oh, she touched the net. that's bad right? that's gotta be bad."

"yes, kenji, it's bad."

the two of you do conditioning together

he helps you with plyos and you guys work on lengthening your stamina together

he prefers working out alone with you and without a trainer

gym dates with him !! and he insists on matching color outfits with you

your team and his mingle sometimes !

there was a day that you both had a game and held the after party for both of your teams at your home

his team liked you a lot, some being fans, and you being fans of others too

but you can never ever say that out loud

kenji would kill the guy that you're a fan of and then himself afterwards

he's so dramatic i love him

you've played volleyball with him before, teaching him the basics and all that u know

he likes playing as a middle blocker, taking advantage of his height

you guys joined an open play that was held near your place and he was everyone's favourite because he kept blocking good hits, w people asking him to play at their team after every set

or maybe it's because he's ken sato

you on the other hand had your own group of 6

you went against his team and it was a tight match

you didn't miss the look that kenji had whenever you thanked and up fived the setter for a great set

you guys went home right after that set, as per his request

[nerokoma]

press start! — cursed bird app (8/22)

after spending almost a whole year on academic probation, you’re finally allowed to start your position as a manager for the nekoma boys volleyball team. you’re determined to stay focused on your team and academics, but things get a bit difficult when a certain middle blocker makes his way into your life

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[ducktoo]

Syncing Dream [Aespa x M!Reader]

13. Active in the…sun?

Note: none, have fun with the fluff

Masterlist here

It started with a simple invitation.

Y/n had been going about his day at the SM building, as usual, when a group of idols—mostly from NCT and EXO—caught him by surprise in the staff lounge. Kai, Taeyong, and Chanyeol casually approached, holding their water bottles and flashing familiar grins. He has been hanging out with them often these days, ever since he gained his fame as the “Sasaeng blocker”.

"Yo, Y/n!" Kai called out, causing Y/n to glance up from his phone. "We’re putting together a soccer match later. You in?"

Y/n blinked, surprised at the invitation. "Eh, me? For soccer? Are you sure, hyung?"

Chanyeol nodded enthusiastically. "Of course! We’ve seen you running around with the girls. You’re in shape, man, and we need more players. Plus, it’s just a friendly game."

"Right," Y/n said, scratching the back of his neck. "But I haven’t played in forever. I’m probably rusty."

Taeyong waved it off. "Doesn’t matter. It’s all for fun. If anything, it’s more funny if some of us messed up. What do you say?"

Before Y/n could even fully process the idea, Giselle and Ningning, who had overheard the conversation from across the room, suddenly popped their heads around the corner.

"Wait, Y/n’s playing soccer?" Giselle asked, her curiosity piqued.

Ningning followed up, grinning. "With NCT and EXO-sunbaenim? You’ve gotta do it, Y/n."

Y/n raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay! Fine, I’m in."

-

Word spread quickly, and by the time Y/n made it back to the practice room with aespa, all four girls were buzzing with excitement. Even Karina, who usually kept her cool, seemed interested.

"You’re really going to play with the others?" Karina asked, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.

Y/n nodded, trying to appear nonchalant. "Yeah, but it’s just a casual thing."

Winter, who had been scrolling through her phone, suddenly perked up. "When is it?"

"This afternoon," Y/n replied, glancing at the clock. "I’ll probably head over soon."

Ningning gave him a sly grin. "We’re coming to watch."

“Please don’t.”

Giselle nudged Winter, who had an almost excited gleam in her eye. "It’s not every day we get to see you in action. You better not trip on the field, Y/n."

"I will trip, just to embarrass all of you" he muttered, feeling the weight of their teasing already. But as they all exchanged knowing glances, he could feel something else brewing—especially from Winter. She wasn’t one to normally get worked up about anything athletic, but today, there was a new energy about her.

-

By the time Y/n arrived at the SM outdoor soccer field, the teams were already warming up. The guys from EXO and NCT were scattered across the field, stretching and kicking the ball around. Y/n could feel the butterflies in his stomach as he walked up, spotting his name on one of the makeshift team lists.

“Casual match, hyung said. Yet there is a full list for each team.” Y/n chuckled. “And holy sht they came.”

And, of course, aespa had already staked out a spot on the sidelines. Giselle, Ningning, Karina, and Winter were bundled up in jackets, watching with amusement as Y/n geared up. Winter, in particular, had her eyes glued to him, which only made Y/n more nervous.

Actually, that girl brought a whole cheerleading set. And no, not the cute and girly one. The one hardcore fans wore at a Hatsune Miku concert.

"Good luck!" Ningning called out, waving as Y/n jogged onto the field.

"Yeah, don’t embarrass yourself!" Winter added, her voice filled with playful sarcasm. "Or we're making you eat our cooking."

“You ARE embarrassing! Change your clothes already you hobbit!”

That made Y/n earned a middle finger from Winter, respectfully censored by Karina and Ningning on each side.

-

The first half of the game was fast-paced. Y/n quickly found his rhythm, darting between players and making some solid passes. He even managed to block a goal attempt from Suho, which earned him a loud cheer from the sidelines. He could hear Ningning and Giselle shouting encouragement, but Winter’s voice stood out the most.

"Go, Y/n!" Winter practically yelled, her voice cutting through the chaos of the game. “Kick them already!!”

Y/n nearly stumbled, distracted by her enthusiasm. He shot a quick glance over to the sidelines, catching Winter’s bright smile and the way her eyes lit up every time he got close to the ball. It wasn’t helping his focus, but it did give him an extra boost of energy.

As the game progressed, the boys were getting more competitive. Kai and Taeyong were neck and neck, their teams pushing harder and harder to score. Y/n was right in the middle of it, doing his best to keep up with the pros.

Then, just as Y/n was preparing to intercept a pass from Jaehyun, he heard Winter again.

"Nice pass, Y/n!" someone from EXO called out, and a cheer erupted from the sidelines.

"Go, Y/n!" Winter’s roar rang out louder than the rest, catching him off guard for a second. He glanced over, noticing her beaming with pride as she cupped her hands around her mouth for emphasis. Karina smirked next to her, nudging Winter playfully, while Ningning and Giselle exchanged knowing looks.

Y/n’s cheeks reddened slightly as he quickly refocused on the game. He hadn’t expected Winter to be so... vocal. It was flattering, but also a little nerve-wracking. His mind wandered briefly—Did she do that for everyone, or was it just him?

-

The game was going well at first—Y/n had a few decent moments, made some good passes, and even managed to defend against a couple of NCT’s players. But halfway through the second half, things started to take a turn. The score was tied, and tensions were rising.

Then it happened—a missed pass, a perfect opportunity to score slipping through Y/n’s fingers as the ball sailed wide of the goalpost. He could feel his frustration bubbling up. He wasn’t usually one to let things get to him, but this time, something snapped.

"Ah, for f**k’s sake!" Y/n groaned, louder than he intended, as he slapped his hands on his knees in frustration.

The sudden outburst caught the attention of everyone nearby, including the girls on the sidelines.

"Did… did Y/n just curse in front of others and not us?" Karina asked, her eyes wide.

Winter and Ningning burst into laughter. "I think he did!" Winter replied, giggling. "Who knew our idiot could get so worked up?"

Y/n flushed, realising his mistake, but there was no taking it back now. He tried to refocus on the game, ignoring the snickering from the sidelines. Every time he glanced over, Winter was laughing, clearly enjoying his slip-up.

As the game continued, Y/n couldn’t help but notice how Winter’s cheers seemed to get louder every time he touched the ball. Even the other guys started to take notice.

"Looks like you’ve got some serious support there," Doyoung teased as they took a brief break for water.

"Yeah, seems like Winter’s really into it," Taeyong added with a smirk, nudging Y/n’s arm. "Anything you want to tell us?"

Y/n’s face turned crimson as he shook his head. "Nah, she’s just messing with me."

But when he looked back over at aespa, Winter caught his eye and waved, her grin wide and unmistakably mischievous. The other girls were laughing now too, clearly enjoying the spectacle of Y/n’s growing embarrassment.

"Yeah, right," Taeyong chuckled, not buying Y/n’s dismissal for a second. "You’re lucky, man. Most of us barely get a nod of acknowledgment from them, but she’s all about your game."

Y/n coughed awkwardly, trying to shrug it off as no big deal. But the truth was, it was kind of a big deal. Winter had been acting a little differently around him recently, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out why the guys were teasing him about it.

-

As if things couldn’t get more intense, the skies darkened unexpectedly. Large, ominous clouds rolled in, and soon, raindrops began to fall. It started as a light drizzle, but within minutes, it turned into a full-on downpour.

The players on the field exchanged glances, but no one was ready to quit yet. If anything, the rain seemed to energize them. The ball slid across the slick grass, and the once casual game became more competitive.

Y/n, now soaked to the bone, found himself sprinting harder, making riskier plays, and diving for the ball like his life depended on it. The rain blurred his vision, but he kept pushing, determined to make up for his earlier mistake.

The girls were enjoying the intense match even more after the rain. Although, two different conversations were in the same spot.

"Is it just me, or Y/n actually look good in the rain…" Giselle gawked, feeling proud that dragging him to the gym was worth it.

"Oh right, true!" Ningning slapped Giselle's back repeatedly in excitement. "Damn, he's so manly!"

"Knock it off, you two." Karina smacked the cheeky members' head. "You're lucky that girl paid too much attention to the match like a fanatic right now."

The three of them glanced at Winter, whose voice cut through the rain, louder than ever. As if there wasn't anything else in this world at this moment, Winter kept on cheering with all of her might. She kept on waving around her cheerleading sticks, which gave some teasing ammo to the girls who mimicked her.

However, she was fully enjoying the cheer. "Come on, Y/n! Kick their butt!"

Y/n couldn’t help but smile. Her support was somehow both embarrassing and motivating at the same time.

-

The rain showed no signs of letting up, but the match was nearing its end. With the score still tied, both teams were fighting tooth and nail for the final point. Y/n’s team was on the offensive, and the ball was passed to him just outside the goal box.

"FINAL SHOT!!"

With a slick kick and a satisfying shout, Y/n sent the ball soaring toward the goal. Time seemed to slow down as the goalie dove, hands outstretched, but it was too late. The ball hit the back of the net.

"Goal!" Kai yelled, and the rest of the team rushed over to Y/n, cheering and high-fiving him despite the rain pouring down.

From the sidelines, aespa erupted into applause, with Winter shouting the loudest of all. "Y/n! You ducking did it!"

As Y/n stood there, drenched and exhausted, he couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride. The victory was sweet, but the way Winter looked at him, her face beaming with excitement, made it even sweeter.

-

With the game over, the rain finally began to ease up. The boys gathered at the edge of the field, dripping with water but laughing and talking excitedly about the match.

"Nice goal, Y/n," Taeyong said, clapping him on the back. "You really pulled through at the end."

"Thanks," Y/n said, still catching his breath. "It was tough, but fun."

The girls approached, still teasing him. "I can’t believe you cursed earlier!" Giselle said, shaking her head with a grin. "Our calm, collected manager, losing his cool on the field."

Ningning laughed. "I wish I’d recorded it!"

Winter, though, was a bit quieter, her smile soft but genuine. "You did great out there," she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she caught Y/n’s eye.

"Thanks," he replied, feeling his heart skip a beat. Maybe the rain wasn’t the only reason his cheeks were flushed.

As they all headed back inside, Y/n couldn’t help but steal a few glances at Winter. The rain had brought out something unexpected today—both on the field and off. And maybe, just maybe, things were changing between them even more.

[delight-angelsbliss]

ik you did a knuckles hcs alr but if you don't mind revisiting this topic I'd love to see your hc takes on Boom Knuckles x a thick girly... I feel like he'd be rly sweet. Even if he is a bit confused, he'd try his best ;-; i love that beefy bimbo sm

Precis: Boom! Knuckles with a thick female! Reader

Warnings: one mention of starving yourself but it isn't about actually doing it

Notes: Everytime I force myself to write smth through a writer's block and then see no notes, but the one who stole my prompts get more notes than me, an angel loses its wings... Also sorry for the late post and I got a bit off track when writing

Boom! Knuckles is already beefy himself, so he doesn't mind people with a little more meat on their bones. He doesn't see the issue with it at all. Knuckles thinks it's a good thing to be a bit more thick than others, it isn't a problem and shouldn't be seen as one! This meathead (in his words) can also be a feminist who believes in body positivity (unlike Clara dao) so he tries to show you just how beautiful you are in his eyes. Since boom! Knuckles is quite literally the dumbest guy you'll ever meet, he doesn't quite understand the severity and the fact that most insecurities stay as a mental state. When you first explain it (I don't think he'd understand because of how he's portrayed but wtv) he tries to show this better understanding of your predicament he has now, pointing out when you look radiant and/or put together, he loves uplifting you, it's just the kind of person he is

Knuckles knows how judgemental people can get, and he understands how you feel since he also gets many insults his way about how stupid he is. Obviously he'd defend you, you're someone he loves and truly cares for, so it only makes sense for him to defend your peace and dignity. Knuckles would always rant to his friends about how many insults are said to you just existing, he hates seeing you sad, he wants to see you confident, but these people are just wrecking that. Knuckles loves seeing you confident about your body, he also loves the way you look and he thinks you should do the same! Knuckles is a lover boy at heart and that won't ever change

He loves seeing you confident, wearing stuff you like, not letting comments get to you etc. It brings him happiness knowing you're well off with your looks. He thinks it's important to have self confidence and not be afraid of the opinions that other people may have towards you, there will always be people to resent you for no apparent reason and it's ok to care about it to an extent, but that doesn't mean you should let it rule your life like a tyrant. Since boom! Knuckle is more of a meathead, he isn't the best at comforting, but he still tries to! Trying to get advice from friends, searching on the internet, etc. He always wants you to be happy and healthy life.

Knuckles is someone who prioritizes comfort in a relationship, he wants to make sure you're fully comfortable with him. If you seem uncomfortable wearing smth tight around him that show off curves, he won't pressure you to do so, he wants you to trust him fully. I can't stress this enough. Knuckles adores it when he's able to give you compliments or talk about how cute your body rolls are, it's not only a boost to his paranoia about being bad for your confidence, it's a boost for moral and confidence. He doesn't see a reason to buy stuff like fat blocker, cut calories, ⭐ve yourself, etc. You're perfect as you are to him and you shouldn't harm your body over anything. Knuckles will always support and love you through out any decision you have

[amalgamasreal]

Updated Personal Infosec Post

Been awhile since I've had one of these posts part deus: but I figure with all that's going on in the world it's time to make another one and get some stuff out there for people. A lot of the information I'm going to go over you can find here:

https://www.privacyguides.org/en/tools/

So if you'd like to just click the link and ignore the rest of the post that's fine, I strongly recommend checking out the Privacy Guides. Browsers: There's a number to go with but for this post going forward I'm going to recommend Firefox. I know that the Privacy Guides lists Brave and Safari as possible options but Brave is Chrome based now and Safari has ties to Apple. Mullvad is also an option but that's for your more experienced users so I'll leave that up to them to work out. Browser Extensions:

uBlock Origin: content blocker that blocks ads, trackers, and fingerprinting scripts. Notable for being the only ad blocker that still works on Youtube.

Privacy Badger: Content blocker that specifically blocks trackers and fingerprinting scripts. This one will catch things that uBlock doesn't catch but does not work for ads.

Facebook Container: "but I don't have facebook" you might say. Doesn't matter, Meta/Facebook still has trackers out there in EVERYTHING and this containerizes them off away from everything else.

Bitwarden: Password vaulting software, don't trust the password saving features of your browsers, this has multiple layers of security to prevent your passwords from being stolen.

ClearURLs: Allows you to copy and paste URL's without any trackers attached to them.

VPN: Note: VPN software doesn't make you anonymous, no matter what your favorite youtuber tells you, but it does make it harder for your data to be tracked and it makes it less open for whatever public network you're presently connected to.

Mozilla VPN: If you get the annual subscription it's ~$60/year and it comes with an extension that you can install into Firefox.

Mullvad VPN: Is a fast and inexpensive VPN with a serious focus on transparency and security. They have been in operation since 2009. Mullvad is based in Sweden and offers a 30-day money-back guarantee for payment methods that allow it.

Email Provider: Note: By now you've probably realized that Gmail, Outlook, and basically all of the major "free" e-mail service providers are scraping your e-mail data to use for ad data. There are more secure services that can get you away from that but if you'd like the same storage levels you have on Gmail/Ol utlook.com you'll need to pay.

Tuta: Secure, end-to-end encrypted, been around a very long time, and offers a free option up to 1gb.

Mailbox.org: Is an email service with a focus on being secure, ad-free, and privately powered by 100% eco-friendly energy. They have been in operation since 2014. Mailbox.org is based in Berlin, Germany. Accounts start with up to 2GB storage, which can be upgraded as needed.

Email Client:

Thunderbird: a free, open-source, cross-platform email, newsgroup, news feed, and chat (XMPP, IRC, Matrix) client developed by the Thunderbird community, and previously by the Mozilla Foundation.

FairMail (Android Only): minimal, open-source email app which uses open standards (IMAP, SMTP, OpenPGP), has several out of the box privacy features, and minimizes data and battery usage.

Cloud Storage:

Tresorit: Encrypted cloud storage owned by the national postal service of Switzerland. Received MULTIPLE awards for their security stats.

Peergos: decentralized and open-source, allows for you to set up your own cloud storage, but will require a certain level of expertise.

Microsoft Office Replacements:

LibreOffice: free and open-source, updates regularly, and has the majority of the same functions as base level Microsoft Office.

OnlyOffice: cloud-based, free

FreeOffice: Personal licenses are free, probably the closest to a fully office suite replacement.

Chat Clients: Note: As you've heard SMS and even WhatsApp and some other popular chat clients are basically open season right now. These are a couple of options to replace those. Note2: Signal has had some reports of security flaws, the service it was built on was originally built for the US Government, and it is based within the CONUS thus is susceptible to US subpoenas. Take that as you will.

Signal: Provides IM and calling securely and encrypted, has multiple layers of data hardening to prevent intrusion and exfil of data.

Molly (Android OS only): Alternative client to Signal. Routes communications through the TOR Network.

Briar: Encrypted IM client that connects to other clients through the TOR Network, can also chat via wifi or bluetooth.

SimpleX: Truly anonymous account creation, fully encrypted end to end, available for Android and iOS.

Now for the last bit, I know that the majority of people are on Windows or macOS, but if you can get on Linux I would strongly recommend it. pop_OS, Ubuntu, and Mint are super easy distros to use and install. They all have very easy to follow instructions on how to install them on your PC and if you'd like to just test them out all you need is a thumb drive to boot off of to run in demo mode. For more secure distributions for the more advanced users the options are: Whonix, Tails (Live USB only), and Qubes OS.

On a personal note I use Arch Linux, but I WOULD NOT recommend this be anyone's first distro as it requires at least a base level understanding of Linux and liberal use of the Arch Linux Wiki. If you game through Steam their Proton emulator in compatibility mode works wonders, I'm presently playing a major studio game that released in 2024 with no Linux support on it and once I got my drivers installed it's looked great. There are some learning curves to get around, but the benefit of the Linux community is that there's always people out there willing to help. I hope some of this information helps you and look out for yourself, it's starting to look scarier than normal out there.

[downbadace]

i had a v random thought but imagine a katseye volleyball au?! (as a vb player i had to) like i can imagine their positions but pls lmk what u think and plsss disagree if u think smth else, but a katseye vb team would just have sm chaos lol

manon - middle blocker

sophia - setter

daniela - outside hitter

lara - opposite hitter/setter

megan - middle blocker

yoonchae - libero

WAIT YES YES YES PLEASEEE!!! i did volleyball a bit in high school and like fuck yes please!!! OKAY FIRST OFF MEGAN AS MIDDLE BLOCKER YES YES YES FULFILLING MY MEGAN/HINATA THOUGHTS IVE BEEN WANTING TO TALK ABOUT A HAIKYUU!KATSEYE AU FOR SO LONG BUT THE GENRE IS SOOOO NICHE LIKE IVE ONLY SEEN ONE PERSON TALK ABOUT IT!!!! and lowk if i had thoughts rn i would spew but i just gotta say i agree with everything and i would like to hear more from you. lets work smthing out gang, buisness deal type shit (please stay in my asks about this 🙏🙏)

[keefessketchbook]

Episode 5

(Guys im sorry it took me so long, this week was busy)

"BABY DON'T HURT ME NO MORE" "I think i heard this in an orthodontist office" iconic

I love how Hephaestus told his story throughout the ride. It was a great way to show how shitty the gods are, even to their family.

I loved how Percy knew what was going on and talked about how his mom told him these stories so he knew things when he was shoved into the world of a backstabbing, manipulative family.

When Percy got out of the water and the hug!!!!!

I found it so funny when Ares had stopped and all of them were like little ground hogs/ whack a moles, peeking from behind the blocker things

"Thank you for the emotional abuse and cheeseburgers" <3

LOVED how they changed it and grover had to stay behind with ares because a. we got to see how grover is not a scared and shy/timid person, he can be manipulative and conniving b. we got a percabeth moment!!!!

I loved the Thrill ride o' love scene sm

I also loved how Annabeth got distracted at the entrance of Water land and percy was just panicking

I LOVED THE CHAIR SCENE. i saw that in last weeks end clips and i was so exicited

the SEAWEED BRAIN!!!

percy's little "it's okay. i'm okay. i'm okay. i'm okay. i'm-" SOBBING the tears in everyone's eyes

the "well, if neither of us is dead in a few days, we really ought to fix that"

how annabeth didn't even go for the shield, just straight to trying to get percy out

Annabeth's seeing luke's string cut :(

Annabeth's little rant at the end <<<333

Percy absolutely ready to beat ares ass

Peryc telling annabeth to come back for him, and her thinking it about his mama

kinda sad that weren't DECKED out in Waterland merch

NEXT WEEKS EPISODE!!!!!!! I love LMM with all my heart so im stoked to see him and hopefully a clip of Nico and Bianca

[randomartist-1]

hollowhead rant bc i've been obsessing over ava/avm and i cant stop thinking abt the hollowheads

victim is that character i want to beat the shit out of and then hug them until all their pain goes away. omfg victim was completely ripped from any chance at a normal life. he was deleted not even 2 minutes after they were created, and when they get to live, they say "fuck you alan" and create a whole ass company out of spite. and if hollowhead age is 0 years old at creation, that means he was not even 16 when he made rocket corp a thing. all because they couldnt let his deletion go, which honestly, completely fair

chosen. oh, chosen. the universe really said "hey wouldnt it be funny if we made that one guys life a living hell" and threw everything at him. he was thrown into a "survival of the fittest" situation the moment he was created, and alan just used him as an ad blocker like he was nothing but a tool. the first ever true friend he made was created to kill him, and the friendship failed bc neither knew how to fucking communicate. and then hes tortured on his GODDAMN BIRTHDAY. his BIRTHDAY. BY HIS OWN BROTHER. WTF VICTIM?? he dragged second along to help him bc he was desperate to escape the mercs but all he accomplished was getting them both captured. he must be feeling so much guilt rn omfg (to be fair it was a shit move to pull but also i completely understand his decision)

we dont know much abt dark, but it must be difficult being coded to kill your best friend. maybe the code was altered when she took chosens hand, but as far as i can tell all it did was give it powers. so assuming the code stayed, that means that dark had to fight with its own code for however long she and chosen were living together. i know for a fact its exhausting to fight with your own brain, and i cant imagine having to do it for however-many-years straight. i dont know if i want dark to make a comeback in later episodes, but i definitely wanna know more abt her.

second coming is such a fuckin sweetheart. theyve been through sm and they havent deserved any of it. they literally watched rest of the cg get ripped from them FOUR TIMES (alan ending rygb, dark murdering rygb, chosen kidnapping second, parkour episode) like they must have seperation anxiety or smth like that at this point. also claustrophobia like theyve been forced into too many tiny boxes. they literally just accepted the fact they were gonna be helping chosen when second was literally forced. they still went out of their way to try and save chosen. theyve attacked whoever hurt their friends when rygb all go down. if we continue to go with the "all hollowheads are 0 when created" logic, second is nine. NINE. turning ten this october but WTF. THAT IS A CHILD. NOT EVEN DOUBLE DIGITS

ALL THE HOLLOWHEADS ARE CHILDREN WITH THE "0 at creation" LOGIC (i mean, cho and vic are technically like 16, but still) can i PLEASE just shove them into a massive pillow fort with blankets and hug them?? is that SO MUCH TO ASK ALAN

anyways im gonna go make a playlist abt them cya

[iwaoiness]

Oikawa's problematic phone case

Without any doubt, Iwaizumi is the only person in the world who is able to look so fucking hot in his ID picture without even trying. His golden skin, his hair in that natural state of spiky, his forehead relaxed without any wrinkles, that piercing in his eyebrow that he got in his first year at Irvine and that Tooru still shivers over, his eyes staring at the camera with an intensity in their greenish hue that takes breath away, his lips curved in a small lopsided smile, a shadow of dimple on his cheek, his jaw well marked by the lights, his chin slightly elevated.

Hajime sent it during one of his video calls while telling him about his day; the soda Oikawa was drinking at that moment shot out of his nose when he choked while opening the picture. Early in the morning, he stood in the nearest copy shop to his house to request eight copies, still blushing, heart racing, and ears still ringing from Iwaizumi's deep-playful-stupid-hot laugh and his Do I look so hot that it makes the great Oikawa-senshu this nervous?

One of those copies ended up in his grey silicone case (which actually matched Iwaizumi's, his with a chubby dinosaur drawing in the bottom corner asking What are u doing?; Oikawa's, with another smiling dinosaur hugging the rest of Iwasaurus missing tail, answering Miss you, hug me!), accompanying him everywhere for months along with a small family photo with his parents, sister and Takeru.

However, one night, during an interview on a popular and prestigious TV show, Oikawa completely forgot that he changed his usual cover for a transparent one and took out his mobile phone in the middle of the interview to show the presenter a really embarrassing video of Matias, his friend and San Juan's starting blocker.

And, of course, Tooru's loud and intense fandom erupted the minute they noticed (thanks to damn high-definition cameras that might as well show gaping pores in close-up as reveal a years-long relationship with a really hot athletic trainer) Hajime's photograph on his IPhone case.

Social media was abuzz with dozens of screenshots from different angles, threads about conspiracy theories (Hanamaki's favourite was that Oikawa had the wrong phone and used the phone of a technical member of the programme; Matsukawa's that Hajime was Tooru's older brother), civil wars between fans over who was more right until only a day later it was revealed (thanks to one Suna Rintaro) that the strange boy was Iwaizumi Hajime, the hot athletic trainer of Birtwistle University and the Japan Men's National Volleyball Team.

And there was no shortage of hashtags like #IwaizumiHajime27AthleticTrainer, #LGBTooru, #BiRighToorus, #IwaOi that became worldwide TT and the grotesque rise of followers on Hajime's official account and also Oikawa's own.

"You had to use a fucking transparent case" Hajime speaks when it's finally his turn to come to Argentina. He's sitting on the bed with Tooru propped up next to him, blinking at the memes that continue to pop up on his TL even though it's been a month of what Oikawa's fans have already dubbed IwaOi National Day. "You have a drawer full, full, of ridiculous phone cases and you pick the one that's transparent."

"I already said it was unintentional, Iwa-chan! Unintentional!" Oikawa protests, crossing his arms as he makes a pout that Hajime finds truly endearing. "I'd better have kept the picture that auntie took of you when you were nine years old and got stuck in the cat flap," he mutters, but Iwaizumi hears him clearly and Tooru squeals as a pillow hits his face, nearly knocking him off the bed.

...

the cute phone case inspired this drabble

as always thank u sm and u can find me on my ao3 🍉

[play-rough]

chuuya called dazai 'my baby' and now it's soooo hard to imagine a regressed baby otter being taken care of by anyone else who's not chuuya lol

like do you think chuuya will get jealous if he finds out that dazai regressed with someone else (at a time when chuuya was available and the regression isn't triggered by anything but dazai slips into it voluntarily)

(also turns out none of it actually happened and chuuya just saw something outta context and just assumed that he had to freaking share being his baby's caretaker)

~ 🐳

I love this ask sm and I have a really complicated answer lmao

So okay. Would Chuuya be jealous? Yes and no. Yes, because thats *Chuuya’s* baby. But also, in the 15 era, when Dazai regresses with someone else (i do eventually want to do a fic where Dazai has to be babysat), i think he would just be super bratty the entire time because he wants chuuya. And i think it would be hard for chuuya to feel jealous when he knows the baby spent the whole time crying for him.

But also. 22 era. Dazai doesn’t have access to his blockers, so he can’t keep himself from regressing like he used to. Kunikida steps in. Do I think Chuuya would be grateful that Dazai was so well taken care of? That he would be happy his baby had someone looking out for him while they were separated? Yes. Do I think Chuuya would feel jealous that someone else was able to get Dazai to regularly regress? Absolutely.