#ignore the repost im a bad friend

[jonathanbiers]

i'm on the nice list i swear

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[taeghi]

wrong number | TEASER

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𓇼 pairing : roommate's best friend!jake x reader

𓇼 summary : a mistaken text might not always be a bad mistake.

𓇼 genre : smut, sexting, nudes. angst, degrading, lots of talk ab being stretched out lmao.

𓇼 wc : probs over 10k

𓇼 taglist???

mdni

your roommate, sunghoon, had just said goodnight to you as you both headed off to your separate bedrooms for the night. there had been a long awaited movie night for the both of you and somehow both of you had managed to stay up so late, that both of you were going to be exhausted for university tomorrow. 

as soon as your head touches your pillow and your blanket pulls up to your chin, your phone vibrates from your nightstand. you sigh, wanting to ignore the notification, but the curiosity of who was texting you after midnight intrigued you so much that you just had to reach over and look. 

unknown : [image.jpg] [12:46]

instantly your jaw drops as you realize what the image was. this was the last thing you had expected from an unknown number. 

in the picture, was obviously a man’s hand covering his apparent large bulge in his black boxers. you could see the tan skin of his defined abs in the light glow of the room he was in. the picture showed up to his neck, his face being cut off. you wondered briefly if his face would have distracted you more than his bulge. 

unknown : [i told you i was good at taking pics, vera ;)] [12:47]

vera? you had no idea who vera was but you were definitely not her and this picture was definitely not for you. after debating on what to do about this mistaken text, another one rolled in.  unknown : [what? cat got your tongue now?] [12:50]

you sigh but decide to answer, your thumbs moving briskly across the keyboard of your phone. sleep completely leaving your mind now as your eyes keep glancing up at the stranger’s picture. 

you : [hey, uh, this isn’t vera? so sorry] [12:50]

it only took a second after pressing send for the stranger’s texting bubble to pop up, indicating that he was typing. your nervously sat up in bed, brushing your hair out of your face. 

unknown : [oh my god i’m so sorry] [12:50] unknown : [my idiot friend gave me this number saying it was this girl vera im so sorry] [12:51]

you chuckle to yourself at his texts, feeling his obvious stress through the screen. his excessive apologies were relaxing you, knowing this wouldn’t have to be more awkward than it was. until, 

unknown : [but you must’ve thought i was good at taking pics too, i mean you stared at the pic for so long ;) ] [12:52]

you had no idea who this was but he was so cocky. but he was so right. you couldn’t take your eyes off of his picture for more than a minute. the angle it was taken at teased you to want to see more of his body. it felt wrong since the picture was obviously not meant for you. but how could you not look at a picture that made him look this good. still, you cursed yourself for having read receipts on.

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[zumicho]

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001: iced lemon loaves & self deprecating humor

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cw: language, mentions “maul” “die” & sexual jokes

“do you not have any friends?” a tousled head of dirty blond stands before you, his toned arms crossed over his chest. it’s only been five minutes; he’s already cutting five years off of your lifespan.

there’s a heartbreaker kind of look in his eyes that warns you to avoid him. you ignore it. “that’s an odd question to ask a stranger.” he’s not your type anyway; it doesn’t matter how much he pesters you.

“we don’t have to be strangers.” he stretches his hand out. “I’m miya atsumu, and my friend thinks you’re hot.” friendly (suspicious), you shake it.

“you or your friend?”

as he opens his mouth to reply, the door chimes cut him off. three people walk in. one is trailing behind the two—defeated, like he’s failed a mission. you look at the one that talked to you, and then to him. twins, you note. this one’s got better hair.

there’s a reserved figure that walks ahead of them with an air of authority around him. the captain? you wonder, noticing the sport uniforms. he bows at you politely. you like this one.

“don’t listen to him.” the third person speaks up, and your mouth goes agape. he’s gorgeous. “sorry on his behalf.” he’s perfect.

“do you all play soccer or something?” you wince at their reactions.

“volleyball, actually.” — twin #1.

“oh! my bad!!!” you pale. god. “that’s cool. cool cool cool. cool.”

“cool with you if we get something to eat?” god’s favorite teases, all the others staring at you both. your ears turn a deeper shade of red each second.

“..huh?” you blank.

“oh. RIGHT. um, what can I get you?” you want to crawl in a hole and die, but hiding behind the counter will do for now.

you hear crickets as atsumu opens his mouth. “your number?”

“for suna here.” he adds as he gestures.

he clearly can handle himself, “ignore him. I’m not in the market for any relationships. nor am I interested.”

miya glares at him. “that’s mean, man. she looks disappointed.”

“I’m not.” you correct. “even if I was, it’s not like I’d have a chance.” your lips move faster than your brain.

“talk about self deprecating humor.” gray-haired twin #2 smiles at you, considerate. that lets your shoulders relax a bit.

“this is all really awkward,” suna says, “but we could really use some cupcakes or something.”

the captain steps up, and you maybe unintentionally notice that suna’s the tallest. “can we please get those cookies that were on twitter? if it’s not a problem.” he’s formal.

“sure. how many?”

“four.” the twins echo.

“make that three.” — s

you look up at him, confused. “you don’t want anything?”

“those look good.”

you follow his line of sight, and grin. iced lemon loaves.

“yeah. good pick.”

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author’s note: i made tsumu the punchline / punching bag in this au but oh well 😭 it had to be someone 😭 i also hate writing the embarassed / nervous character SO MUCH i cringe while i write.. i really don’t like this episode but idk what about my writing irks me here and IDK WHAT TO CHANGEEE i need 2 learn how to write dialogue better cause im DYINGGGGHHH OVER HERE

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[kairoot]

❅ — ww. day 13: ykh. ✦ ₊˚

day thirteen: ❝ sharing a new years kiss with crush!keeho ❞

⟢ pairing : crush!keeho x reader ➖ genre : fluff, friends to lovers ➖ requested : no ➖ warnings : none really, kissing

“literally what is the purpose of the ball drop?” keeho’s brows furrowed, his eyes on the round object above the city.

you decided to drag keeho along with you to new york just to see the ball drop. you’d never seen it in person, so you thought you’d join the trend before the year ended.

“don’t know, but everyone always says something special happens after.” you shrugged, shifting on your feet. you sort of felt bad for making keeho come. it was cold, it was late and everyone had to stand for hours.

you were also glad, in a way. you and keeho were just friends but you liked him. you wanted to spend your new years with your friend.. who was also your crush. it just seemed right, even if it was barely above 25 degrees.

you looked over at him, studying the side of his face. his nose had turned slightly red, his cheeks matching. his glasses were pushed slightly down the bridge of his nose. he focused hard on the ball, as if his stare would make it drop any faster.

“about ten more minutes, steph.” you checked your phone before dropping it back in your pocket.

“longest ten minutes of my life.” he grumbled.

“don’t be so grumpy, it’ll be worth it.” you giggled, poking him with your elbow.

and you were right, it was worth it.

when there was only a little bit of time before the ball would drop, you decided to tell keeho your little secret.

nervous was not even the word to describe how you felt.

but even with feeling scared, you had to tell him. you wanted to go into the new year with your friend as your partner. and if not, at least you’d go in with him knowing the truth.

“keeho?” you called softly.

“hm?” he looked up from his phone.

“can i tell you something?” you looked up at the big clock on one of the buildings, making sure you had enough time. 2 minutes.

“of course.”

you took in a shaky breath, “i know we’re just friends but.. ignoring my feelings is getting a bit hard.”

now his attention was completely on you. his phone had been turned off and put away.

you looked up at him, his eyes already on you.

“i like you. a-and i can understand if you’re uncomfortable with that or you don’t want to be friends anymore, i just thought that you should kn-“

you were cut off by music playing, people screaming and keeho’s lips on yours. he held onto your sides tightly, pulling you flush against him.

you had did it. you’d told him. and it was a new year.

the crowd had seemed to get louder and everyone cheered ‘happy new year’.

both of your lips moved in sync with each other, his grip never loosening.

your hands came to rest on his icy cheeks, deepening the kiss.

after a few seconds, you both pulled away out of breath.

“d-does that mean you like me back..?” you laughed, trying to catch your breath.

“y/n. i let you drag me out in 20 degree weather for 3+ hours. of course i like you back.” he shook his head, pecking your lips.

“oh, right.”

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milan’s note: IM FINALLY CAUGHT UP OMG

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[hanniology]

two umbrellas | jeon wonwoo

Synopsis: wonwoo doesn’t believe in love at first sight, but you do after meeting him. genre: fluff, sick fic, kinda angst. warnings: none I think besides the fact yn makes a bad pick up line. calls wonwoo, wonuwu, im sorry. word count: 1528. pairing: jeon wonwoo x gn!reader. Note: another repost until i have time to post some new stuff later. 

“Hey there Wonuwu.” 

The boy you addressed the new nickname to lifts an eyebrow. 

“Wonuwu?” He asked with a slight face of disgust. 

“Yea I think it’s a really cute name for you, what do you think?”

He turns to face you with a straight face, “No.” 

Rolling your eyes at his response as he goes back to take a tour of the library to make sure everybody has left the building already. Knowing you’re gonna follow him. 

“OUCH!!” He hears you exclaim behind him. 

“Wonuwu, my face hurts.”

Not looking behind him because it was probably just a line to one of your cheesy pick up lines you’d always make. 

“Did you walk into a bookshelf again?” 

“What no that was one time-it’s because I fell face-first for you~” You explain, he was right about it being a part of a pick up line but he still cringed. 

“You ruined the joke.” You grumbled while pouting. 

You’ve always been like this, making really bad, cheesy, overused pick up lines thinking it’d impress him. 

The two of you met in a coffee shop that you worked at, Jihoon, one of his roommates recommended it to him saying it had good coffee and was nice and quiet as long as you don’t go in at rush hour.  So he decided to go one day when he didn’t have work, and that day you were working. You remember that day when you saw him, he was absolutely beautiful. 

You were taking his order and well when giving him his coffee you thought of giving him your number on his cup. Wonwoo received the cup with the number on it and walked out of the coffee shop to meet up with some friends. He didn’t notice until later when Mingyu pointed out and convinced (read:begged) him to text the number. 

He obliged and texted your number asking who this was. You introduced yourself as the person who was serving him and told him he was so pretty and was gonna try and win him over.

 He blocked your number. 

He didn’t want to seem rude but he didn’t want to deal with some random person he doesn’t know that’s trying to woo him. He’s also just been a strong believer that love at first sight just doesn’t exist. 

No one can just grow feelings towards someone that quickly. 

He thought that'd be the end of you but that wasn’t until he found you sitting in the living room in his dorm. He thought you were trying to stalk him and threaten to call the auditory. To then realize you were in the same performing arts classes as hoshi and jun, his other roommates and are good friends with them and they invited you over. 

And as time passed you two became friends (?) it’s complicated, the two of you would hang out because of friends and sometimes just the two of you. You’d always go on with your lame pick up lines and he'd just simply ignore them and move on. 

“Why do you always insist on coming here? You could just go straight home from work. And it’s raining today.” 

“Eh, just thought I’d give you some company, you know, it gets quiet in the library when it’s closing time. It gotta be boring.” You shrugged. 

Wonwoo finished the turn of the library and went to go get his stuff and you as always followed him. You always did and it wasn’t anything weird. He was used to it but you wouldn’t do anything he wasn’t comfortable with; you always respected his boundaries. 

The two of you were outside now with rain falling down crashing to the ground, the sound of it much louder than it was when you two were indoors. 

You watch the frown slowly grow on Wonwoo’s face as he looks at the rain. 

“Here,” you hand him your umbrella. 

“No, no it’s fine the dorm isn’t too far from here, I don’t want you to get sick because of me.” He declines the umbrella, dropping it back into your hands. 

“Aww you care about me~” you coo. 

He scoffs before mumbling a “whatever”. 

“The dorm is not too far from here so I could make a run for it.” He says before dashing off with just a hood over his head. 

“Wait!” You yelled at him trying to get his attention, “I brought two just in case.” Take out the other umbrella from your bag. 

He didn't hear you, he was just running and you watch his form become smaller and smaller as he runs with you standing there with two umbrellas. 

Putting one back in your bag and opening the other, you started walking to your place. Stopping in your tracks when you remember his dorm is not that close to the library. 

The next day you weren’t too sure what to do. You didn’t have any classes today and you had a day off from work. Soonyoung and Jun were planning on going to some tiger sanctuary , you didn’t really feel like going. 

Ding noise came from your phone, rolling to the other side of your bed to reach over for your phone. You see a text message from Jihoon. 

Unplugging the charger from the phone opened up the message. 

It was weird for Jihoon to be messaging you, you always thought he hated you. He always looked somewhat annoyed when you were around, but Jun said he’s just always like that. You weren’t even sure if you guys ever exchanged numbers. 

Jihoon: yo I got your number from wonwoo’s phone. 

Jihoon: Can you come over? Wonwoo is sick and I got work and Jun and soon left already. 

Yn: sure but how’d he get sick?

Jihoon: The rain I think he came back soaked yesterday. 

So you were right that he would have gotten sick. And he calls himself smart. 

Yn: ok I’ll be there just need to stop by somewhere

Wonwoo slightly wakes up at the sudden noise he hears someone enter the room. Jihoon most likely already left, but he did say something about someone coming over, not remembering who because he was too tired.

He hears the footsteps gradually become louder and closer until the footsteps seem to stop in front of him. Looking up to see you, you were putting down a big bag on his nightstand.

“Oh you’re awake? Did I wake up? Sorry.” 

“Eh, it’s fine.” His voice sounded scratchy. Before he could even sit up he felt your hand pushing him down back to his previous lying position.

“Rest.” You demanded.

“What’s in the bag?” He sees you in the corner of his eye, as you slowly take everything out of the bag.

“Oh, well Jihoon said you were sick, but I didn’t know exactly what kind of sickness, so I just took one of everything from one of the shelves at the store.”

“Even got you some corn patches.” Holding them to him. With the sleepy boy giving you a strange look, giving him a shrug back.

“But why are you here and buying all this stuff for me?”

You finish taking out everything from the bag and take a seat on the ground next to his bed. “Because I care about you.” You say simply. 

“Yn-’’

You interrupted him knowing what he’s gonna say.

 “Yea Wonwoo I know you don’t like me the way I do but I mean I still like having you as a friend. Don’t worry the feeling I have for you will leave eventually, but I still care for you, you know.”

There was a silent pause after you said that, you weren’t looking at him, you were looking at the ground kicking your feet side to side at each other. So you just assume that sleep took over him. 

“Don’t.”

“Huh?” Lifting your head, seeing his body facing you and watching you with soft, droopy, sleeping eyes. 

“Don’t stop having those feelings for me. I don’t want those to leave while mine are starting to arrive.” He mumbled quietly, before taking a sneeze. 

Handing him a tissue, letting the gears in your head turn. “Wait, Arrive. What??”

“Yeah, I kinda wish I’m not all snotty sick and sleepy when I confessed.” He admits, letting his head fall back onto his pillow. 

“Well you wouldn’t have to if you just took my umbrella yesterday.”

“I didn’t want you to get sick.” He mumbled. 

“Awwww, you really do care about me.” You coo pinching his cheek. 

Rolling his eyes. “Yeah, whatever.” He scoffs. 

“Ok maybe I do care about you,” he quickly mumbles. 

“So you should leave or you’ll get sick too.”

Shaking your head, “No it’s fine, if I get sick you’ll take care of me I’m not too worried.” You smile at him. 

Letting out a sigh knowing that you aren’t gonna leave. 

He starts to toss in the bed pulling the blanket higher, looking like he’s ready to go to sleep. You watch as his eyes fall close and his breathing becomes slower. 

“You know I had two umbrellas.” You fall backwards giggling at Wonwoo’s reaction. 

[cinnamoodles]

the language of flowers — part three, peonies

warnings: angst, less than usual though, and arguing between Anthony and reader bc what did we expect from our fav couple??

word count: 1.5k (im totally on a roll)

author’s note: hi pookies! anthony is a total charmer in this one, and it’s a bit rushed?? idk personally i feel like it’s really bad but whatevs i guess.

read previous parts! — part one, daises | part two, irises

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iii. 1807, paeonia lactiflora. peonies, regret

The sight of your second brother’s engagement ball should have put your heart at peace, and the familiar sight of the most eligible bachelors and debutantes dancing in the hall comforting, but today, strangely, was the opposite. Gold decor and soft yellow candlelight was one of the things most known to you, yet you were uneasy, glancing around the ballroom fervently, looking for something—someone—you desperately wanted to avoid.

Or perhaps it wasn’t strange at all. You knew precisely what was causing your nervous pacing, and it might have had something to do with the fact that your mother had invited her best friend, who just happened to be one Violet Bridgerton, and her children to your brother’s engagement ball.

You fiddle with the clasp of your bracelet unconsciously, and look up to see them. The ton’s perfect family, of course, the Bridgertons. And what made your heart pang even more was the sight of Viscount Anthony Bridgerton with a bouquet of flowers in his hand—peonies…?

Ever since that fateful argument in the dark-haired boy’s study, your contact had been limited to necessary formalities and a peculiar bouquet of peonies that mysteriously appeared on your doorstep each week, on Wednesday, without fail. Why Wednesdays, you truly had no idea, but he had made no effort to apologize to you, or do anything other than pretend everything was fine for the past two years, so instead, you had unintentionally gotten closer to the second Bridgerton brother, Benedict.

You quickly approached the latter, fingers twitching, head pounding, only to be intercepted by Anthony Bridgerton on a day you most certainly did not want to deal with his egotistical, narcissistic arse (you were being a bit too harsh, but of course, he deserved it). His typically confident and charismatic demeanor was on full display as he gracefully stepped in front of you, a smug smile playing on his lips.

“A pound for your thoughts, darling?” He held out his hand, as if attempting to offer a dance, perhaps in the only method he knew how. You ignored his hand, opting instead for a curt, chaste curtsy, and quickly righted yourself.

You bite the inside of your lip, restraining yourself from pinning this man to the ground and beating the life out of him. “Viscount Bridgerton,” you nod, your voice clipped. “What is the reason for you to talk to me? And, if I may ask, what are you doing here? Do you not have other responsibilities you must tend to, and as such, you are far too busy to gallivanting to weddings or engagement balls?” You sneer, referring to the last proper conversation the both of you had. One might even say that it could be regarded as less than a conversation.

“Why won’t you just let it go?” He sighs, exasperated. “I told you that my words were not true, so why are you holding this against me?” He gestures to the peonies in his hand. “I even brought—”

“Presents and flowers for the married couple-to-be will be placed on the table adjacent to the orchestra,” you say absentmindedly, waving your hands in that general direction.

He takes your wrist, a sudden heat feeling certainly enveloping you. “You know damn well what these flowers are,” he clenches his teeth. “What more do you desire from me? Would you like me begging for your forgiveness, at your feet, right here?”

Your eyes widen. “Do not do that, or I will make it my personal mission that I will never speak with you henceforth.” You bite your lip nervously. If Anthony truly does this, it would seem as though there had been something romantic between the two of you, which would be a nightmare to handle.

Anthony grinned. “Then why don’t you accept the flowers, and we can both get on with how we used to be, alright?” He seemed nervous, his eyes blinking far too rapidly, his fingers fiddling with his cufflinks and the lapel of his jacket.

“What?” You had thought it wasn’t possible for your eyes to widen further, but clearly, you were wrong. “How we were before? Do you even have the bloody idea how much your words hurt me?” Your words were quiet, but this was two years of rage ebbing inside you. You stuck a finger on his clothed chest, (regrettably, only to find rock hard muscle), and quickly pulled back.

“How did my words hurt you?” You looked at his face, of which pain was cast over. His eyes were looking at you as if you’d committed some grave deed, that he was responsible for.

The audacity of his question left you momentarily speechless. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself to keep your composure. "I don't believe it's necessary to discuss personal matters at a celebration, Viscount Bridgerton. Now, if you'll excuse me—"

In this moment, you were reminded of Anthony’s hand around your wrist, in the sense that he gripped it tightly and heaved you into a nearby hallway, his palm sweaty, and his eyes flashing with hints of both anger and annoyance. He placed you against the wall, breathing deeply, and his hands resting firmly on your hips.

“What is the meaning of this?” You snap. “What are you doing? It’s my brother’s engagement ball, and I do not have the mental capacity at this moment to deal with whatever plan you have concocted in your mind to try to win me back, or anything, alright?”

Anthony's eyes bore into yours, a mixture of frustration and sincerity evident in his gaze. "I'm not here to win you back with some grand gesture, if that's what you think," he replied, his voice a touch more gentle than before. "I'm here because I genuinely want to make amends, darling. I can't keep pretending that everything is alright with me, when it clearly isn't."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you met his gaze, searching for any hint of sincerity. It was hard to believe that the man standing in front of you, who exuded confidence and charm to the outside world, was capable of admitting his mistakes and showing vulnerability.

"I've been carrying the weight of those words for two years," he continued, his voice earnest. "And I can't bear the thought of you holding onto that pain any longer. Pain caused because of me, and the fact that even a single tear shed your eye because of my carelessness is not something I can live with, do you understand? I…” he looks at you, inching closer, till your faces are merely inches apart. “I care for you, and I cannot have one more thought of you feeling this way due to my actions.”

You can smell his breath, and surprisingly, you don’t find a hint of whiskey, or any alcoholic substance that might have forced this long overdue confession out. Instead, you’re met with the familiar scent of citrus, and the musk of sandalwood from his body.

“Words have consequences, Anthony,” you say, sighing, “you cannot merely throw them around like knives and expect one not to be wounded.” 

Anthony's expression softened, and you could see genuine remorse in his eyes. He took a deep breath, as if trying to steady himself, and his hands on your hips loosened their grip, becoming more tender. "You're right," he admitted, his voice laced with regret. "I've come to realize the weight of my words, the damage they've caused, and I can't undo the past, but I can try to right things now."

And suddenly, like someone, or something else was speaking for you, you said the words you’d been longing to say for the past two years. “I forgive you,” you say, smiling softly. “But just answer one question.”

“Yes?” His face is hopeful, his eyes sparkling and his demeanor lit up like you hadn’t seen before in a long while. “Ask me anything, whatever you need.”

You bite your lip. “Why did you send me peonies every week? And don’t try to lie to me, and say that it wasn’t you.” You look up into his eyes, finally about to ge the answer to the question plaguing you for the past two years.

Instead of nervousness, he stifled a chuckle. “I though you, queen of flowery symbolism, would understand. When you gave me the bouquet of irises, you had included a paragraph from a book, the guide for flowers, or something of the sort. I perused the book to see anything I could give you, and eventually chose peonies, for regret.”

Your face fell. “So you’d been apologizing all this time? And I was merely ignoring you?” You squeezed his hand tightly.

Anthony shrugged. “It doesn’t matter now. All that matters is that we’re each other’s best friends again, and believe me, I am not letting you out of my sight.” He mischievously grinned before picking you up, just as he had all those years before, in his arms. “How does a cup of lemonade in the garden sound, darling?”

”Will I ever go to a garden without you carrying me in? Nevertheless, fine, alright.” You smiled against his biceps, finally at peace with both your restless heart and your yearning mind, in the arms of the man you loved all too much, and whom you had left all too long.

taglist: @misscaller06 !

[1nfinitears]

drawing w/ my friend on vrc

(I drew our avatar’s (kinda not really)

they’re the classic sans and im fell except we kept on changing stuff so heh)

+them scaring the absolute shit out of me because the avatar they have can go invisible and they jumpscared me😭😭

Im so bad at dealing w/ spooky stuff they bully me and abuse me about it every day/j

bestie if u see this ily💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

*LASER BEAM BLASTTT*

btw it’d be awesome to get another autistic vrc bestie✨✨✨✨(IM LITERALLY BEGGING IM ON MY FUCKING KNEES RN PLEASE)

Ahem…. Ignore that… anyway its almost 6am gn goobers💛💛💛💛💛

(reposted from my cara)

[odxrilove]

☆ OBNOXIOUS

pairing: riki x f!reader

genre: kinda one-sided enemies to ?? au, some fluff

wc: ~1k

synopsis: in which you hate riki nishimura with all your might, until you’re not so sure anymore

a/n: this is a repost of one of my old haikyuu fics so if it sounds familiar, that's why! this is also a little and one of the two bday gifts for my poyfie aka @tyunni .. even if im late :] hope u like this maypoo 🫶

since the first day you’ve met riki nishimura, the self-declared dancer of the group, you haven’t been able to be around him for more than ten minutes.

in your opinion, riki nishimura is loud, annoying and overall obnoxious. You can’t stand him and everybody knows, including him.

If someone asked you why you hate the young boy so much, you could write down all the reasons and fill an entire notebook with it. The three main reasons are easy to remember, since his personality is based on these three reasons.

First of all, you find him too confident, almost arrogant and as their only “female” friend, it’s your job to humble him. That also means you have to spend more time talking to him and looking his way.

You know that as their friend, you pay extra attention to the boys in case something happens or someone gets hurt but when sunoo is aggressively yabbing at riki, you can’t seem to stop the little voice in your head that says to just look the other way and not interject.

Second of all, he’s incredibly noisy and childish. Whenever you are talking to one of your friends in the hallways between class or lunch, he will stand behind you and listen in until he gets bored or until you see him and force him to leave. And if you succeed to escape his intimidating gaze, he will follow you to your classroom and try to pry as much information from you as he can. The consequences are that, either you are late to class and get detention or you get yelled at by your teacher for interrupting the class and get a warning. Neither are great for your perfect-student status.

And lastly, the main reason you hate riki nishimura is that he’s just so damn tall. You can never ignore him since he always sticks out of the crowd with his height and if you try to avoid him or hide from him, he will always find you, wherever you are. His height has also affected your education, as weird as it sounds. He would always sit in front of you in class, blocking the view with his back and sabotaging all your attempts to answer the teacher.

In summary, if someone asks you why you hate riki so much, you always have something to say.

so, why can’t you give any reason when jake asks you about it ?

Maybe it’s the way jake asked, his voice loud and clear echoing from the walls, drawing all the attention to you. Or the way riki lifted his head from the table to look at you at the mention of his name, waiting impatiently for your answer. You can’t find the words and your mouth feels dry. Your cheeks turn red in embarrassment of having all those people stare at you as you grab your drink and take many sips. When your drink is almost half finished, you lock eyes with riki again and he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck with his hand. You simply shrug as an answer and continue to bite on the straw of your soda. For some unknown reason, you feel bad, guilt pooling in your stomach.

That was last week and since then, you haven’t been able to look riki in the eyes. You have been trying to avoid him as much as possible, turning the other way when you see him walking into your direction. You feel bad, a lot more than you did before and it only intensifies every time you accidentally lock eyes with the tall boy. You know that it was wrong, hating on him at every opportunity and you realize that although you’ve never been friendly towards him, he’s never shown you anything else than kindness.

You know you can’t avoid him forever, and it’s with a lot of unwillingness and coyness that you make your way to the school’s gate to meet with the group, your school bag hanging heavy on your shoulder.

As you’re walking through the streets, you have a hard time catching up with the boys. They are all so fast and you’re trailing behind, feet dragging over the ground. sunghoon smirks at you over his shoulder, snickering when he sees you struggling to breathe as you are trying to run up to them. When you finally approach the group, you grab onto the first thing you find. Leaning forward to catch your breath, one hand finding its way on your right knee for support, you keep on tugging on the clothing with your other hand.

riki has always found you cute, he would be lying if he said the opposite. So when he feels the continuous tugging on his sleeve and looks down to find you all flustered and breathing heavily, cheeks growing redder with every second that passes, he thinks that you are breathtaking. It will always be funny to him that although you are friends with the entirety of the school’s dance team, you can’t even run thirty seconds without being exhausted.

The smile on riki’s face grows wider when you look up at him, eyes widening in embarrassment. You open your mouth to comment but before you can make a sound, riki takes your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours before dragging you behind him.

“c’mon yn, we don’t wanna be late for the movie! We need to find the best seats.” he looks in front of him, avoiding your gaze so that you can’t see the blush creeping on his face. You’re scurrying behind him, shocked at his move.

And when his hand feels warm and soft against yours, the calloused pads of his fingers brushing over the back of your hand, you realize that you might not hate him as much as you thought.

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girl i need to know ur thoughts on alahna. like for me i genuinely miss her sm bro and it makes me so upset that she still wishes they could be friends -but they’ve just like fully ignored the whole thing and have never said a WORD abt it whereas she’s constantly like reposting stuff about old friendships and such that’s def about them. also i always think about how like even IF they became friends again and like we all found out, there would always be like a sense of awkwardness knowing abt the friendship breakup. like obvi it’s happened before with youtubers and stuff where they’ve stopped hanging out but then a couple years later theyre friends again, but i really don’t know if i see that happening, and like she’s a childhood friend as well so it’s a bit different. ALSO it makes me so sad too how they make such an effort with nate and see him all the time, i just don’t get what happened with alahna like that’s my girlll. AND (sorry i keep thinking of more stuff), with the whole unfollowing thing that started it all, that really caught me off guard cos like they have other friends from boston who i bet they dont see that much, but they still have each other on insta, like there’s no need to fully remove them off all their socials ykwim?

also just another thing (IM SORRY😭) in regards to madi, i love her and think she’s so cute, and honestly by no means do i believe she’s replaced alahna cos their friendships were always so different, but for me no matter how close they get with her, it’s just not gonna compare to their childhood friendships, cos it’ll always be through her mom being their manager, so it lowks work related?? STAWP it sounds like i’m hating on her NO I LOVE HER PLS - and i do think their friendship with her is very genuine i’m just saying like the vibes i get are so diff to their boston friends

like in their videos with alahna/nate/chloe etc the friendships are just so real it just like makes me so upset bro idek( obvs it’s cos they grew up tg but yk😭😭)

sorry for this long ass rant ik its sooo not that serious and none of my business at all but like i genuinely mourn their friendship constantly ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

PLEASE.

PLEASE.

PLEASE.

DONT GET ME STARTED.

I don’t think anybody understand how much i love and adore alahna. No doubt i miss her ass soooooooooooooooooooo bad. I literally talk about it every single day it’s my disgusting roman empire i never stop thinking of her, I’ll die without ever knowing what happened between them. But im sure it was all for a reason, i know it doesn’t look like it makes sense but we weren’t there and we never know what goes down behind the scenes. I don’t think it was anything messy i don’t believe alahna has ever had bad intentions and she never will. But i mean it’s obvious something rough happened if they treat her that differently from the other friends in boston, ill never fucking knoooowwww and i have to get over it one day but i miss her so so so so so so sos is sos sosososowowowowowo BADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. Fuck. Im not saying anybody is trying to compare, but nobody will ever compare. That’s all and if u don’t like alahna i hate you and block me

[b3llb00]

" We Pull The Tail, Now We See Who Bites. "

Robin of Loxley/ The Hood X Fem!reader.

Summary: Robin got injured during a chase to get some coins for the commoners, so Y/N offers to heal his wounds if she gets something else in return from him. ;)

A/N: I need to stop watching this movie, I’m obsessed and it’s gotten the better of me.

Contains: Kissing, 50% dom/sub reader and 50% dom/sub Rob, mentions of sex, injuries. [WILL INCLUDE: Smut, Unprotected Sex (Use Protection, Yall.) P In V, Oral (Male/Fem. Receiving) , Fingering, Creampie, Multiple Rounds. Mild Dirty Talk.]

Wc: 1.2k * I think. * (Will Prob Change.) IM COPY AND PASTING AND EDITING THIS FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT, SO DONT SAY IM A COPYCAT. THE FINISHED IMAGE WILL BE UPLOADED HERE. IF YOU WANT TO LIKE AND FOLLOW ME, LIKE AND FOLLOW THIS ACCOUNT.

DONT REPOST OR COPY MY WORK, YOU CAN REPOST WITH PERMISSION, ENJOY.

(Btw sorry if this picture is bad, just ignore John and pretend it's you lol.)

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You are setting up traps for Robin to shoot at later, when all of a sudden you hear a loud, groan from him coming upstairs, making a shiver run down your spine. When Robin was back in Arabia and you had to fight him, you ended up sparing his life, but your mercy to him didn’t do much as you still got captured and was set sail in a boat with him for 3 weeks. Surprisingly, you too starting talking and some would even call you " friends " .

You decide to go upstairs to see what Rob was groaning about, and there you saw him, shirtless, his toned torso on display. In nothing but his pants with a wet, bloody rag resting on his massive thigh where he been impaled. You had to close your eyes for a second, trying to push the weird desire you had for him to the back of your mind.

I wasn’t joking when I said the treasury itself was a hard target. You say, slowly walking toward him, this made him look up from his leg to look at you. He decides to ignore your statement and press his rag into his thigh further, making him hiss through gritted teeth. You decide to go grab your medical supplies you used whenever you two got hurt. You always had wanted to be a nurse, but ever since the Sherif of Nottingham drafted you, things changed. But I guess it’s pretty useful to know how to properly treat somebody’s wounds.

Hey! You heard Rob say from across the room, Where are you goin-

I'm getting my medical supplies, dumbass. You say back with a bit of an attitude, not wanting to be told where you’re going or what you’re doing when all you trying to do is help. Oh, sorry, love. Carry on. He said, making you turn your head to see a light smile adorning his features.

As much as you sometimes hated Robin's attitude and sarcasm, you just can’t help yourself to be mad at him. It’s almost like you're drawn under a spell that will keep you from ever getting into any sort of confrontation.

You finally got all your medical supplies and you headed to the small table that he sat in on. Letting the supplies fall from your hands, you organized it quickly, while Rob eyed you carefully the whole time.

Once you got everything ready and set up the way you wanted it, you took one more look at his thigh. ' Shit. ' You thought, his cut is too deep to get a good look at what’s going on, so you’re gonna have to find a way to ask him to take his pants off.

The cuts- uhm. You stutter, Your gonna have to take your pants off if you want me to get a good look at it and fix it.

You were looking everywhere except his face, not wanting him to see your blush-coated cheeks. Even though you weren’t looking at him, you could still feel his gaze burning a hole into the side of your head.

Just the pants or the braies too, love.? He winked at you, causing you to basically turn into putty right in front of him. (Keep in mind they didn’t really have ' boxers ' in medieval England, but they did have what were called braies. They were basically the same thing.)

You decided to try and flirt back to the best of your abilities by saying. Well, first, take your pants off, and then I’ll tell you.

This earned you a chuckle from the handsome man as he threw the bloody rag to the side and very carefully came up from his spot on the table, you watched him intently as you noticed some of the blood continued to trickle down his clothed thigh. He didn’t seem to care, he kept eye contact with you the whole time as he slowly took his pants off. To be honest it felt like an entity had passed when his pants finally hit the floor, and you weren’t disappointed, let’s just say that.. there was definitely a buldge hidden underneath the fabric of his braies, and you could actually see it growing..

You could practically hear Robin’s smirk as he called out to you, his voice low and teasing. Hey, my eyes are up here, love..

You immediately snap your gaze back up to his face, and he just has an amused expression painted all over his features. You could feel the heat start to radiate off your cheeks and your heartbeat start to pick up as you mumble out defensively. Yeah, yeah, I know.. You close your eyes for a second, trying to recompose yourself.

He takes a step forward, biting his lip to hold back a groan from the wave of pain that just shot up his leg. He cocks an eyebrow and says in a lower octave. You sure about that?

[I am currently editing this, and right here is my stopping point. If the story shifts or changes I’m sorry, I will fix it soon.]

" Hmm. If I fix up your thigh, will you give me a kiss? " You say before continuing, " I’ve always wondered if your a good kisser or not. "

He let out a small chuckle when his eyes kept flicking down to your lips. Then he finally spoke up and said, " Sure, love. " You blushed at the pet name. " Maybe I’ll give you something more than just a kiss. " He winked, making you roll your eyes at his audacity to be this flirty when he’s impaled.

" Fine, let me get my stuff.. " You say, heading away to get your medical supplies while Rob just watch you leave with a smile on his lips.

~

" Mkay, done. " You say as you wrap up his leg and stand up straight, pretty of yourself.

" Well, here’s the kiss that you wanted. " He said as he grabbed your arms, lightly pulling you in before his lips collided with yours.

It feels amazing, and you wanted to be immersed in this feeling forever. You didn’t know what to do, but you were able to make room by spreading his thighs wider so you get closer to him, which made him moan into your mouth. You smiled into the kiss, knowing it could be any moment when John could walk upstairs and see you two start to make out like teenagers, you didn’t care. You just wanted to feel Rob, you wanted his weight on top of you, you wanted him to pin you against the wall and fuck you till your legs went numb and you were cockdrunk.

He wrapped his muscular arms around your waist, pulling you closer and you felt his buldge in his pants grow. You let go of his lips for air and you almost whined at the loss of contact.

" Sorry, love. I don’t want us to get caught. " Rob said with a frown. You cupped his cheek with your hand and kiss him again softly before saying. " It’s fine, we can continue later. "

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[hikari-drkspc]

❅ “A Single Flower In A Field Of Grass” ❅

character: yandere! dabi [boku no hero academia]

warning: a bit of b0dy h0rror, k1dnapping ; MINOR/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, PUT YOUR AGE IN BIO/PINNED POST TO INTERACT

words: 1.2k

a/n: this is a repost from my main blog (@/hikari-writes) so yes this writing is old + bad, i just moved them here w/o editing bc im lazy and wants to keep reminding myself how bad my writing used to be <3

You have always been popular among the guys. Whether it’s from work or from when you walk on the streets. You’re just so beautiful, you see.

You’re not dense or anything so you’re completely aware of the attention you’re receiving. Ever since your school days, you’ve always received love confessions from the guys. And each time, you would reject them. You weren’t interested in engaging in any romantic relationship. If possible, you don’t really want to get married to anyone on that matter. All you wanna do in life is get over it with a decent job that gives decent pay, grow old, and pet your cat all the while.

You’re a natural-born beauty so it’s not like you wear anything to have such gorgeous features. In fact, you could wake up in the worst way possible and you’ll still look beautiful. Even though you’re pretty famous for rejecting any love confessions and turning down anyone who invited you to a date, there’s always those persistent type of guys that don’t know when to give up. You either just have to ignore them or give them a piece of your mind if they went overboard.

Even so, you’ve never been stalked or anything. You’re very, and I mean, VERY, sensitive to your surroundings. Your admirers knew this and they never risked following or stalking you if they want to live their life without getting caught by the police.

Which is also why he was able to catch you off guard.

You never wanted to earn his attention whatsoever. It never even occurred to you to do such things. But unintentionally, his interest seemed to spark from one question.

Why’s a beautiful flower like you got surrounded by so many disgusting flies?

He had to keep you away from them. It’s the only right thing to do. He had to have you all to himself. You belong to only him. He needed you.

~~**~~

Today couldn’t be any worse. Recently, several members of your guy colleagues went missing. And today, the police just happened to find those missing persons. That is, their corpses.

You were shocked beyond words. It seems impossible for several numbers of people from your office that went missing are now found together. Dead.

It’s hard to accept the reality. After work, you and all of your friends decided to pay a visit to their graves. You got home much later that day. It was getting pretty dark so you quicken your steps. All you wanted was just to get home safely. After what had happened to your colleagues, your sense of danger seems to have built up greatly.

You were about to reach your home when you saw something out of the corner of your eyes. Something moving in the dark alley. Your instinct tells you to quickly get the heck out of there but just as you were about to run, a faint soft voice caught your attention.

“….elp……"

Someone asking for help. Your blood ran cold. Someone is probably in pain there. You were the only one near the place so if you didn’t do something….what would’ve happened to that person?

Your fingers fumble around the inside of your handbag to search for your phone. You quickly call the hero support line to ask for assistance.

After the call had ended, your phone’s battery ran out and it automatically died. You tried to brave yourself and check out the alley. A sharp breath escaped your lips when you saw the sight in front of you.

It was one of your male coworkers. The feelings of fear completely left your body and great concern and worry filled your whole body.

"Steve?!”

You quickly make your way to your injured colleague to check if he was alright. He doesn’t seem to be conscious. You try to inspect him closely despite the darkness.

As you squint your eyes to look at him, you noticed a burning smell coming from him. You remembered that you had a mini flashlight in your handbag and pulled it out. You cautiously clicked the switch on and pointed it at him.

Upon seeing his condition, you let out a loud scream and let go of the flashlight you were holding.

His body is completely burned. His skin is nowhere to be seen and the blackish-red colour took up his whole body. He also doesn’t have any clothes on, obviously has been burned alongside him.

The smell of the burnt flesh sickens you and your stomach churned. Your trembling legs tried its best to help you stand. You need to get away from there. And fast.

“Whoa there, where do you think you’re going, missy?”

A male voice appears behind you, making you freeze in your place. You felt like you’re not supposed to look back to the owner of the voice, but your head moves on its own and looks back.

Your eyes widened, fully knowing who it is you’re facing, and most likely the culprit for the murder of Steve.

Dabi. One of the members of the League of Villains. You’ve seen him several times on the news and heck, he’s easy to recognize too, what’s with his extraordinary features on his face and all.

The heroes seem to take their sweet time getting to your location. You silently pray they arrive fast before anything happens. Although part of you seems to already accept your fate.

“Don’t look so scared. I don’t bite….unless you want me to.”

He playfully says with a smirk as he leisurely strides towards you. Your legs had long given up and you’re left cowering before him.

Dabi crouches down beside you and closes the distance between you both. You flinch at how close his face is to yours and quickly shut close your eyes, as if by doing so will make him go away.

“Y/N, loosen up a bit. You’re too tense, babe.”

You could hear him snicker as he said this. One of his hands reaches out and cupped your cheeks.

Your heart sank. How the hell does he know your name? And who does he think is, calling you babe like you’re his lover or something. At this point, you feel like  breaking down and crying. There’s only so much you can handle after all. Coming face-to-face with a villain, furthermore from the infamous League himself….this couldn’t be any worse.

“You know, from when I first saw you, I always thought it was odd. Why is it that…a beautiful flower like you, got surrounded by so many disgusting, pesky flies? It’s not as if you’re a disgusting pile of trash to make them attracted to you. No… you’re far from that. Even so, those idiotic flies still dreamed of getting a chance at you. It ticked me off.”

He points behind you, towards Steve. At this point, you’ve already somehow put two and two together. He killed Steve, and possibly the other of your colleagues that has been found dead too…all because he was interested in you?

“I guess you already knew what I was getting at by now, right?”

Dabi’s smirk grows wider as he pulls you closer and covers your nose with a piece of clothing. It all happened so fast that you barely had any time to react at all.

Before you knew it, your consciousness slowly slipped away and the last thing that you heard before your vision completely blacked out was Dabi’s husky voice, whispering into your ears.

“Don’t worry, love. You’ll learn to love me in no time at all.”

[helplesslyblue77]

Practice makes Perfect

Genre: smut, minors dni

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Friends to Lovers, kind of, Unresolved Sexual Tension, they dont actaully get together because the author doesnt know how to write confession scenes, Horny Teenagers, Wet Dream, Masturbation, Jealousy

Notes: so im reposting all my stuff on tumblr because i wanna be more active on here, feel free to send me a request of something

“Yoongi, can you teach me how to kiss?”

Yoongi stared at you, mouth open, mind running a mile a minute.

When you had come over after school that day, asking him for help he had never expected this. You, his childhood friend since kindergarten, the girl he had had a crush on since elementary school, the star of so many of his embarrassing wet dreams, sitting on his bed, asking him to kiss her. 

You had been over to his house thousands of times, so when you had asked to come over after school, saying you needed help with something he had expected a question about the homework or a videogame. Instead, you had waltzed into his room, plopped your pretty little butt down on his bed, and asked him to kiss you.

“What?” was all he managed to get out, voice embarrassingly pitchy.

He watched you play with your hair, staring down at the mattress, not meeting his eyes.

“I have a crush on this guy.” Yoongi’s heart dropped. “And I want to know how to kiss. And y’know, practice makes perfect.”

If Yoongi wasn't as busy wallowing in his self-pity, he would have noticed your sneaky glances and flushed cheeks, but alas, it was not to be. He honestly felt like crying. Somewhere in his brain, he had accepted the fact that he was stuck in the friend zone.

But to hear you mention a boy, to hear you say you wanted to kiss a boy, other than him, it made his chest ache. He knew that this was a bad idea. He knew it, but he was too lost in thought of your lips.

The chance to make his daydreams a reality, no matter how much it hurt him later.

‘This is the only chance you might get.’ his brain helpfully supplied. This was too good to pass up.

♥♥♥

When the two of you first met, way back in kindergarten, you had hated each other.

Looking back on it you would always say it was because Yoongi had spilled glue on your favorite stuffed animal and in retaliation you had poured red paint on his white shirt. Yoongi would laugh, agreeing with you, but the truth was, little Yoongi back in kindergarten had stared at you too long, tripped, and accidentally poured glue on your stuffed animal. Even back then he was enamored with you.

All through elementary school the two of you got in little spats, nothing serious, and Yoongi forgot his old feelings, buried under his animosity towards you. Eventually, Namjoon, your mutual friend, insisted you two put your little disagreements behind you. Both of you had reluctantly agreed, after much convincing, and not long after, you became the best of friends. 

And all through middle school, Yoongi’s feelings trickled back into his heart.

It was little things at first. He noticed how pretty you looked one day, or caught himself staring at you as you worked. He ignored it at first, insistent on remaining in denial, but everything had fallen apart during your sophomore year of high school. 

It was especially warm that day and You, Yoongi, and Namjoon had decided to head to the pool, hoping to cool off before Monday.

Everything had been fine. They'd arrived at the pool, staking claim on the good pool chairs and You had headed in to change. Yoongi had sat down, unpacked his swimming bag, and was about to get into the water when you tapped on his shoulder. “Ready to go swim?” you had asked, grinning at him innocently and he had turned around to respond, all ready to go. 

Objectively, he knew you were a girl.

Girls had boobs.

You were a girl.

You had boobs.

This was a fact.

But in his mind, up until that moment, his crush had been an innocent thing. A sweet desire to hold you close and be with you forever. But as he looked up at you, Yoongi, still stuck in his hormonal teenage phase, was confronted with the fact that you were a very attractive girl.

A very sexy girl with boobs and curves and he was very much in love with you and he needed to speak before you thought he was weird but he couldn't seem to get his voice out. 

He sat there, frozen, for what felt like years before Namjoon took pity on him. “Ready to go swim?” he asked you and you smiled, turning away from him and jumping into the pool. 

That night Yoongi had woken up with sticky underwear and the image of your boobs seared into his mind.

And from that day on, his crush was no longer an innocent childhood crush. Nope. He was very much in love with you. You had worked your way into his heart and taken up permanent lodging there. It was now your junior year, a year after the ‘Beach incident,’ and his ‘little crush’ had grown into a full-blown obsession.

So to be confronted with the girl he was in love with, the love of his life asking to kiss him, even if it was for another guy, he couldn't resist. 

He took a deep breath, preparing himself, and nodded. “Ok.” he said, “I'll teach you how to kiss.” 

You grinned at him, suddenly and sunshine and smiles and he felt himself relax. 

“Alright, what first.” 

He took your hand, sitting down next to you. 

‘Close your eyes.” he said

You obeyed. Yoongi felt much calmer when he didn't have your pretty eyes staring into his own. 

“I'm going to kiss you now.” 

You nodded.

Yoongi closed in, his lips an inch for their destination, and finally, closed the distance, his lips touching yours.

Your lips were soft, so much softer than he had ever imagined, and frozen against his own, unsure.

He guided you, moving his lips against your own. It took a minute but you seemed to get the hang of it, and oh, it felt like heaven. Yoongi let himself savor it, the only taste of you he would ever have, and oh you tasted like everything he had ever dreamed of. He could be a little more greedy right? He could take a little more.

He gently traced the seam of your lips with his tongue, heart beating against his ribcage, and almost groaned when you let him in with no resistance.

He felt lightheaded, teetering on the edge of a cliff, the ocean waves pounding against the rocks below him. He desperately hoped he wasn’t hard.

 You let out a little whimper as his tongue invaded your mouth and Yoongi felt all the blood in his body rushing south.

How pathetic of him, this turned on from a little kissing and those heavenly sounds you let out.

He really was a pervert, taking advantage of you like this, but he couldn't bring himself to stop.

He needed more, just a little more, and then he would give up. He would watch on the sidelines, cheering you on. Greedily he devoured all those delicious little moans you let out as you onto his lap. He couldn't do this, he really couldn't, he needed to pull away before it went too far and he ruined your friendship. So, with one last kiss, he pulled away reluctantly, opening his eyes to look at you. As soon as he did he realized what a mistake that had been.

You were flushed and breathless, your voice coming out and little pants, your lips swollen and kiss bitten.

Yoongi stifled a little moan and saved the picture in the back of his brain knowing he would never see you like this again. The ache in his chest came back, accompanied this time by the ache in his pants, and he frowned, pulling away. 

“Was that helpful?” he asked, clearing his throat. You smiled at him, still a little breathless. “Yeah..thanks Yoongi.” you hopped off his lap, waltzing into the bathroom to change and Yoongi wasn't sure whether to feel relieved or disappointed.  

He hurriedly tugged a blanket on top of his lap, getting comfortable, and shuffled through the options, settling on legally blond. He knew how much you liked this movie. 

“So, what are we watching?” you walked out of the bathroom and Yoongi choked. He had forgotten. You jumped onto the bed and cuddled up against him, the thin fabric of your worn-out tank top barely doing anything to conceal your hard nipples. He felt your bare leg press up against his.

You were wearing those pajamas. Your favorites, that stupid white tank top and small shorts. Yoongi bit his tongue so hard he tasted blood and started the movie. 

As the familiar sounds of The Perfect Day rang through his bedroom and you cuddled against his arm, boobs pressed into his side, he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. 

Unfortunately for his sanity, Yoongi had seen you naked before.

Back in sophomore year, after the ‘beach incident’ you had been asked out by the guy you had a crush on. Yoongi had been devastated, but you were happy so he tried to be happy as well. And it was all going fine, until one afternoon. Yoongi had just gotten back from school when his phone rang. He picked it up, noticed it was a text from you, a picture, and smiled clicking on it eagerly.

He loved receiving pictures from you, he had a secret album dedicated to just your smiling face.

But what greeted him was not your smiling face.

Well to be fair, you were smiling in the picture. Yoongi’s eyes traced down the picture and he sank to the floor of his bedroom, landing heavily on the carpet, staring. The picture of you, clad only in your bra and panties. Red land black lace…you were kneeling on the floor, legs pressed shyly together hand holding your phone up. You smirked at the mirror, your other hand draped artfully over your head, hair cascading down your shoulders.

He practically shrieked and he threw his phone across the room, dropping his head onto his knees. How was he ever going to scrub the image of you in lacy lingerie from his brain? He was flushed and shamefully hard as he retrieved his phone. His phone dinged and his heart sank as a new message came through. 

“Sorry Yoongs, wrong person.”

Of course, it was for your boyfriend.

Yoongi tried not to be disappointed. He had tried to scrub the image of you from his mind. Of course, he had failed and every now and then it came back to haunt him, tormenting his dreams with flashes of red and seductive smirks. 

♥♥♥

It took about halfway through the movie for you to fall asleep. Yoongi was watching Elle Woods teach the bend and snap when he felt a weight on his shoulder. He looked down and smiled. There you were, fast asleep, cuddled up against him. He felt his heart swell cuddled up next to you, reaching over to turn off the lights and snuggling under the blanket. His bed was a little small for two people but he didn't have the heart to kick you off.

Besides, what's the worst that could happen?

♥♥♥

Yoongi opened his bedroom door and smiled at you perched daintily on his bed.

You grinned at him, waving him over.

“I love you,” was all you said.

Yoongi felt his heart swell, beating hard against his chest. You loved Him. Not some other guy. No, Him. He grinned at you watching as you stood up, wearing only a pink silk dressing gown. 

Your eyes heavy-lidded, you played with the ties,

“I want you, Yoongi.” you purred, stalking towards him.

“Don't you want me?”

Yoongi stumbled backward, his back crashing into his closed bedroom door. You stopped in the middle of the bedroom and Yoongi watched as you slowly pulled the tie of your dressing gown, the loosely tied bow falling apart, and let it slip to the floor. 

You were wearing that bikini. The cursed black bikini. It was your favorite and you wore it every time you went swimming.

And oh, how it tortured him. It wasn't that revealing, the bottoms a cute little skirt and the top covering most of your chest, but to Yoongi, a hormonal teenage boy with a humongous crush on you? It was enough. He felt himself getting hard as you walked toward the bed, slipping off your top and sitting on the edge of the bed.

Yoongi watched in horrified fascination as you reached a hand up and palmed your boobs, smirking at him. 

You motioned at him, waving a delicate hand his way and he followed you, a pathetic marionette entranced by its master's movements.

A puppet on a string, he fell to his knees before you, a supplicant worshiper kneeling before his divine goddess. He felt your hand on his head, pushing him towards your core and he closed his eyes…

And opened them to the familiar ceiling of his bedroom. Still a little hazy from the dream he looked down and froze.

The two of you were spooning, he the big spoon, you the little spoon, and Yoongi sighed, trying to extricate himself without waking you. He had almost succeeded when you stirred, groaning, and turned around, hugging onto him like a koala.

Yoongi stifled a moan and cursed every god in existence. Had he killed an entire nation in his past life? What had he done to deserve such divine torture?

He could feel the heat of your core positioned directly over his aching length and he did everything he could to hold himself back from grinding into you.

Think of dirty socks, think of rotting garbage, think—.

You moaned, thrashing against him and Yoongi had reached his breaking point. Quickly and quietly he disentangled your limbs and crept out of bed. With a quick glance to see if you were still asleep, he crept into the bathroom and sank to the floor, hands desperately fumbling with his pants. 

Here he was, jerking off in the bathroom while you were peacefully asleep in the very next room.

He felt like such a degenerate. He shoved his pants down, pulling out his hard cock. Gripping it with one hand he began to stroke, setting a brutal pace. He needed to finish before you woke up.

It wouldn't be hard. The images from his dream and the sensation of your lips on his own were still very fresh in his mind and he hissed as he stroked, rubbing a thumb over the tip. 

He let his mind picture your hands instead of his, your pretty hands, their manicured fingernails.

You would be gentle and teasing, stroking up and down slowly, smirking up at him.

Maybe you would press a kiss to the tip, wrap your mouth around the head and suck—

Yoongi could feel the pressure building in his lower stomach, and he closed his eyes, feeling the sensation of your lips on his. That picture, that goddamn picture flashed across his mind, your boobs barely covered by red and black lace, and he groaned, shoved his hand over his mouth, and came.

After, as the post-orgasm glow faded and he was cleaning up his mess and tiptoeing back into the room, the shame hit. He felt so disgusted by himself as he saw you sleeping peacefully, a little smile curved across your perfect face. 

He really was a pervert. He crawled back into bed, turning so he was facing away from you, and fell into an anxious sleep.

♥♥♥

When you awoke the next morning, cuddled up against his back, Yoongi was acting weird. He refused to meet your eyes and made you leave early, citing homework as an excuse. You left, a little worried, but brushed it aside. 

If there was something wrong, he would tell you, you were sure.

Anyway, you needed to hurry up and tell him how you feel. You skipped home, on cloud nine, already preparing for your confession. You hoped he would return it, but you knew that if he didn't, you would never stop being friends with him.

Yoongi, your best, best friend. 

originally posted on ao3 on 2023-03-05

reposted on tumblr 2023-06-08

[rottenhavec]

Guys stop blocking me I didint do anything wrong smh

(Okay maybe I did but I felt really bad about it, legit I got banned for reposting a meme the creator of a PO server posted as a joke, then people got mad when me and my gf pointed out a PO artist drew cp, incest, and r word. Then got banned for saying "erm.... adults dni." )

Legit two of my best friends left me and didint say why and they were in the PO random.

Idk if you guys r spreading rumors about me but u guys r not cool smh.

Some PO artist I never saw in my life have been blocking me too?

I have done bad things that i definitely do regret, im not gonna play victim, what I did wasint okay sending eroguro, but you guys also did ignore me and my gf and got mad and called us annoying. It really hurt me and that's what led me to those actions.

What I did cannot be defended, but legit why are people I don't even know blocking me?

Though i don't have any of those images anymore since im healing from an unhealthy addiction, and some might argue "there was minors in the server" when I myself am i minor. Not to mention alot of the adults judged me and Leia(Cherry) for no reason up until the 'incident.'

How did this happen all over a meme over GREAT TIGER FEET.

Im healing, and so should you guys.

Anyways, im not even in the PO fandom due to the drama and my anxiety issues, ive decided to stop any drama i made because it was really messing my health up.

[basilverse-archive]

Tired (Vent/Rant post about online parenting)

The world sucks, my personal life sucks, the omori fandom sure as hell sucks sometimes. One of my therapy points is to move on and I have from a lot but I cant seem to move on from recent events. My therapist said its because no legal action was taken but theres nothing we can do besides report. Plus, I have other people still supporting the abusers and there's nothing else I can do besides wait for them to screw someone else over. Its now caused relapsing because they still are getting recognition despite all of our efforts to provide as much evidence as possible. I both don't get it- but also suspect that due to being blocked by a lot of people that were not toxic due to a fuck up I made before that it just hasnt been seen. Theres still dangerous people getting recognition, and theres nothing more I can do about it than sit in pain as they continue to manipulate others.

I really hate when people get away with murder- or when people support them through murder. Like you saw them get in trouble for having blood on their hands and you still repost them? Like... Are you a proshipper yourself or are you just ignorant- Idk what to think about you. Idk if Im safe, or if the people I know are safe for still being in contact. Ive always just tried my best to give all I can to my friends- especially safety- so when it doesnt work I just feel like... Like im running out of ways to protect the people I care about. Especially when it comes to younger people, I feel horrible when they have to suffer through the internet. Theyre just kids. They shouldnt have to go through emotional abuse and oppression from adults. They shouldnt have had to go through the stuff I did. Ive gone through so much on the internet that all I want to do is protect them from that stuff- but when I fail or if its not enough Its like... my experiences, my feelings, my trauma, my knowledge- its all useless because I cant keep the people I care about safe. I know this is just part of the struggle of being a parental figure, but damn... this wouldnt have had to happen if I had help- or at the very least not this bad.

Ive always been alone when it comes to helping other people, but now that its in a situation thats dangerous and Im alone- it isn't enough. Im scared for them, and I feel guilty that I couldnt do more myself. I really need a vacation. Just- somewhere safe where I can take my mind off of things- rant and feel the kind of soft comfort I need when I need it. Ive always wanted to be a parent, but I never wanted to be alone. I love watching my kids grow up and experience joys and successes- I love seeing them prevail through hardships- I love seeing them grow. For what its worth, I love my children. I love being there for them and comforting them when they need me. I love providing them with things I didn't have, but its still not enough. I'm running out of things to give them. I'm running out of options to help them. Im exhausted from working so hard to keep them safe and happy, but theres nothing more I can do for them right now than to just- sit with them and provide comfort with presence. I have so much to say but I can barely speak. My emotions are overwhelming and swirling. I feel sad and grateful for them, but I'm running out of energy.

I'm slowly killing myself from the inside out trying to make sure they live because I'm alone in my efforts currently.

[ermespop]

Ginjima Headcanons

character(s): Ginjima Hitoshi, mention of the miyas, suna n akagi

warning(s): mentions of dark humor (do ya,ll need a warning for that? honest question 🤔), sudden use of caps, no reader, these are so shoooort

author's note: haaaaah i just got hit with sudden ginjima thoughts and theres not enough of him in ✨ d a in e r nat ✨

oh my oh my thisssss duuude

he's a menace

but i'll elaborate on that l8er

ok so y'know how the 2nd years have their lil group

like the miyas are always with suna n stuff

ginjima says: yeeeeah no.

i think he's one of the few that actually has friends outside the team

all the others get along so well they just hangout all the time without noticing

meanwhile ginjima

ginjima: im seating with ma friends for lunch guys atsumu: i thought we were yer friends ginjima: *snorts*

yeh he don't like atsumu

uuhhhh he's weird, not a normal amount

so ya'll know when a said he was a menace it starts here

he has really dark humor, i think it barely stays before the line of becoming offensive

but he never aims to be offensive he's just stupid n doesn't think b4 he talks

he's pretty reserved tho so it's not an ocurrence for him to say stuff like that

if he was more open people would probably argue about who's the biggest a*shole: ginjima or atsumu?🤔 /hj

he actually knows when not to talk tho

he's pretty awkward

confiscate his phone n delete his twitter acc dude abouta get doxxed for saying... stuff

he's chaotic

resting face looks like this >:|

pls do not bother him on a bad day he will not hesitate to bite you

again He Will Not Hesitate To Bite You

OH OH OH

he loves pulling pranks on the team

NEVER gets in trouble

somehow always makes it look like t'was one of the other 2nd years or akagi 😭😭

N the others Buy it 😭😭😭

i swear i can't with this man💀

he has beef with akagi they're always betting on stuff

ginjima has a 100% winning rate

if the whole team got in a figth he'd be 6th or 7th from least scraped to most injured

atsumu would be last💀

he'd totally go to the skatepark to make fun of others tripping

don't judge him! he's got issues >:(

when he's not plotting world domination he's pretty chill

likes team bonding time, he thinks is very nice if you ignore atsumu

very cooperative during practice almost never gets scolded

he is on a higher class than the other 2nd years, he actually puts some effort in school 😌

the other 2nd years sans atsumu, he still can't believe atsumu can actually pull his own weight in class 😨

hmmmmmmmm

overall

don't mess with ginjima (,atsumu)

unless you want your toes eaten (,atsumu)

author's note(2) : uuhh there were bits of atsumu slander buuuutttt is cause i think ginjima doesn't like him n this post is 'bout ginjima sooo yeah (besides if ya follow me y'know i love tsumu don't come at me), this was so fun to write🤩 ahfkahflshda

authors note(3) : first time making a 3rd note got a lot to say lol,, this was all over the place dang ahdgahdga jumping from one topic to the other.. i like it, feels like we're having a convo lol

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[baizhuo]

hi ! i said it before but i will say it again ! in lieu of pride month , that is ...

its insufferable of having to be babied constantly on just my sexuality alone but invalidating my concerns and chalking up my asexuality & mental health like it isn't a big deal is extremely damaging and toxic so please don't do it , thanks ^-^

also below IS a repost ( albeit slightly reworded ) but !!!

if you ( read : cis person ) fetishize trans people ( or non - cis people in general ) , know that i don't like you because you make me , a non - cis person who struggles to be taken seriously with their identity , very upset due to your ( maybe unintentional ) ignorance . you're not an ally , you're not being helpful . & i will not be welcome individuals like that here . this goes beyond real people too . if you fetishize it for your muses , that's just as bad , & you're still not an ally , you not trying to understand us . it's a poor excuse to feel like you're being inclusive .

also gender is not always overt . just because somebody looks or acts masculine or feminine may not always mean they identify that way .

another thing : it is never okay to use a derogatory term towards strangers in a very demeaning & patronizing way ( name calling to demonize somebody you barely know in general is wrong ) . the excuse , ' well i dont know them personally ' or ' i dont say that term to my friends ' , is not a valid answer . you are still a horrible , horrible person . & very stinky but not in a fun way .

dont be a shitty ally . its not fun when you force stuff like that . the purpose of pride is to make people feel comfortable & safe to come out when they are ready on their own terms . let people take their own steps . thanks !

another also .... perhaps a hot take but i do genuinely , honestly , and truly believe that cis characters and individuals are valid as well . the whole point of pride is to be accepting of everybody regardless of identity . everybody SHOULD be treated EQUALLY . nobody is neither above nor below another .

just thought i would share some thoughts . because i think it is very needed & necessary , and im tired of staying silent while i witness some .... less than desirable comments coming from some during pride of all times .