#lets see if i get in ✨trouble✨for one of those tags LOL

[oozeandgoo-art]

[anisespice]

“ the fuck-it list ” || hq! pt. 3

one || two || four

synopsis: there’s a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed “fuckable” with theories as to what they’d be like in bed. it’s all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list. 

pairing: various x gn!reader [ osamu, sakusa ]

warnings: cursing, suggestive language, MDI. literally can’t be bothered to think of anything else, but feel free to let me know lol

notes: sooo i lied <333 i’ve decided to give suna his own chapter later on (srry suna lovers !!!!) i just wasn’t satisfied with how his was turning out, and it was the only roadblock delaying my progress soooo figured we’d just put a pin in his for now lol especially for those who were FROTHING for these two in particular (this for y'all ✨) hope you enjoy :)))

notes ii: nobody LOOK AT ME, this took me an embarrassingly long time lol. i’m not familiar with them, personality-wise, but i tried ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

notes iii: this one’s got atsumu written all over it LMAOOO

tagged: @daedaep69 , @ahahadumbo , @viktoryn , @mdsb , @ourgoddessathena , @ushygushybaby , @hyori2 , @lumpywolf , @fantasycantasy

“Aht-CHOO!”

The bowl of popcorn nearly flew out your lap when you shrieked bloody-murder, body in fight or flight from the abrupt sound happening moments before a jumpscare in the movie you were watching. Head on a swivel, you soon realized the culprit wasn’t a psycho-killer in a ghost mask, but your darling OSAMU with his lawnmower of a sneeze coming through your front door.

You exhaled, relieved, but scared shitless. After pausing the movie, you glared down the hall leading to the door. “Seriously? You had to do that with your entire chest?”

Osamu sniffled, then muttered. “…Y’supposed to say bless ya before scoldin’ at your sweet and thoughtful boyfriend, y’know…”

“Aw, bless you, my love. And, fuck you.”

The brunette snorted, no doubt rolling his eyes as he toed off his shoes. Coming down the hall to soon reveal his handsome face, illuminated only by the bright tv screen, Osamu held up a large plastic bag filled with something greasy and delicious as the smell traveled up your nose. He grinned smugly at you intently eyeing the bag. “Fuck me, huh?”

You immediately doubled down, waving your hands. “Waitwaitwait I didn’t mean it like that. I meant it as in…fuck you’RE so sweet and thoughtful, and I love you so much..?”

Osamu hummed, taking off his ball cap to place it on your head. Shaking it a little by the brim, he winked. “Nice save, darlin’.”

He made way for your inspace kitchen to get dinner assorted with you trailing not too far behind. Your eyes eagerly ate up the widespread of all your favorites displayed on the countertop, practically hanging off his back since there was barely any room for the both of you in the tiny space. Popcorn long forgotten, your stomach sang a symphony for some real food, Osamu saving you the trouble of eating instant noodles for dinner yet again.

And without you even having to ask him for any of it, too.

Your gaze eventually locked onto the former volleyball player, eyeing him up with a newfound hunger that he was quick to pick up on while he popped a piece of fried chicken in his mouth. Looking down at you with a raised brow he patiently waited for you to voice your thoughts, a boyish grin growing on his face as he chewed.

You blinked. He blinked back, then chuckled lightly. “We communicatin’ telepathically, or somethin’?”

“If we were, you’d know I wanna suck you dry right now.”

Osamu.exe—E R R O R.

Man straight up inhaled the little that was still in his mouth, hurling him into a fit of hacks as he turned away from the food to fight for his life at your sink. Coughing up what he could into the drain with you behind him hitting his back for support, you couldn’t stop the evil, little laugh from slipping out seeing this as a form of karma for the scare earlier. Osamu fixed you with a weak glare once he calmed down, reaching over to pinch your cheek. “A warnin’ next time, would’ya?…”

You winced, but mirth still swam in your eyes. “Your only warning would’ve been your pants around your ankles-”

“Oi, quit that.” He gently grabbed your jaw to squish up your mouth, though it didn’t repress the cheeky grin you wore. The brunette did his best to remain unfazed, but the flush across his face was evident, your words clearly effecting him. “…Jeez, at least ask me how m’day was before ya slut me out. Soundin’ like all them thirsty-ass comments floodin’ my socials all damn day.”

Osamu let go of your face to grab plates from your cabinet, leaving you standing there, dumbfounded. Pursing your lips, you crossed your arms with a raised brow. “‘m sorry…the what flooding your socials?”

He busied himself with fixing your plate, nonchalantly recalling the very incident that occurred the other day, “That dumb fuck-list or whatever, mixed up me ‘nd ‘tsumu in their little post. Had his ugly mug front ‘nd center, but had my name attached to this long-winded thread ‘bout me basically being better in the sack than him. Shit’s wild.”

“The fuck-what now?” Osamu handed over a healthy plate full of food, you absentmindedly took it but made no move to eat. He started fixing his own, acting as if he didn’t just delay your appetite with this information. “Y—…you’re joking right? There’s no way something like that exists.”

“Oh, t’s very much real. Read it with my own eyes,” he licked the spoon he used to spread sauce across his chicken. “What, ya sayin’ ya haven’t heard of it? Seriously?”

“You know I don’t care enough to keep up with the trends that go on around here. And with good reason, clearly. What’s even the purpose?”

He shrugged. “Beats me. But it’s got ‘tsumu givin’ me the silent treatment, so maybe it’s not that bad after all.”

“Pfft. He’s pissy because some random on the internet said you’re the better lay? How would they know?? You’re both happily taken, and I wish a bitch would.” You smugly declared, bringing your food to the living room.

Osamu grinned at your possessive tone, trailing behind you holding plate and soda cans in either hand. “Damn straight. But, wasn’t just some random, babe. We’re talkin’ millions.”

Had you not already gotten situated on the couch, you would’ve surely spilled food all over yourself. Jaw nearly to the floor, you blinked up at him, bewildered. “Nuh uh.”

“Yuh huh.”

“Holy shit.”

Osamu took his usual spot next to you, large frame nearly taking up most of the couch. With bellies empty, knee knocking against knee, and elbow nudging elbow, the brunette hummed contently as he soaked in his favorite atmosphere—Your voice, your warmth, you. Though too busy monologuing about the absurdity of such a thing going viral to notice his fond gaze, Osamu silently listened to every word as he began eating from his plate. Although, all that mushiness is soon pushed to the back of his mind when the next sentence fell from your lips. After you eventually found said post to see it for yourself, needless to say you had some…hot takes.

“How could someone write this and not cringe? I mean, I love you ‘samu, but a Dom? If only they knew how nervous you were our first time, it was so adorable.” You giggled, tossing some chicken into your mouth. “You are not that guy.”

Osamu’s chewing paused. Your laughter eventually died down.

You didn’t feel his stare earlier…but you were definitely feeling it now, Mr. Krabs. Suddenly, the same dread you got when anticipating a jumpscare resurfaced. A sinking pit in your stomach like a rabbit stumbling upon a fox—Cliché aside, you fucked up. And you knew it in your bones the second your eyes locked with his, void of fondness and full of hunger despite his plate being half-eaten.

He swallowed the bit in his mouth, then spoke. “Sure ‘bout that?”

You mouth moved, floundered even, but nothing would come out. And Osamu didn’t rush you either, if anything he gladly watched you struggle while he continued munching away. “I—..I-I mean..I was just saying. Because…y’know, you never…we never really-”

“Mm. Jus’ cause we usually take things slow doesn’t mean you can’t get a hole fucked into your mattress, sweetheart. Keep tryin’ ya luck, ‘nd ya just might. Finish eatin’ first, though. Ya gonna need your energy.”

SAKUSA couldn’t give a flying fuck about the list. He would literally walk away from someone mid-conversation if said topic got brought up. And don’t think that you’re the exception, either—Man parked and got out of his OWN CAR during the drive back to his place, refusing to get back in until you dropped the subject entirely.

“Omi-”

“No.”

“C’monnnn.”

“No.”

You giggled, “I won’t talk about it anymore, I promise.”

He had his back to you as you spoke through the rolled down, driver’s side window, trying to ‘pspspsps’ him back into the car like a stubborn cat. Sakusa knew he was being ridiculous, but he just couldn’t stomach anymore nonsense. Plus, there’s a bit of suspicion on his end whenever it came to talking about the accursed list—Sakusa saw it as a bad omen.

Anyone who talked about it within his circle, be it teammates or personal friends, miraculously found themselves posted up the following day like fresh meat on the market. Once he caught wind that not even taken people were spared from being thirsted over, his disdain merely amplified, as did his precaution.

“Baby, I’ll burn some sage back at your apartment to scare away the bad energy from my filthy words. Would that make you feel better?”

Sakusa huffed, looking over his shoulder to give you a good ole stank face—One you barely paid any mind to as you batted your lashes at him. He glitched. Had it not been for the mask he was wearing, you’d see the harsh flush that spread across his face. Too bad his neck was exposed, giving him away as you grinned knowingly. But, you weren’t about to distract him from the issue at hand, you temptress.

“Don’t patronize me. Besides, you didn’t say it at my apartment, you said it in the car. Would completely defeat the purpose.”

You blinked.

There was no stopping the laughing fit you fell into when his words eventually processed, borderline cackling. “I-I’ll sage the car then, how ‘bout that?”

The ravenette squinted, marching up to the car to stick his head in before pulling his mask down so you could see his heavy frown through your tearful hysterics.

“You’re laughing. You’ve doomed me to becoming targeted by perverts, and you’re laughing.”

“‘yoomi, PLEASE.” You wheezed, waving a hand at him for mercy. With a couple stuttered intakes of air, you did your best to pull it together. “Don’t you think…you’re being a little paranoid?”

Amusement colored your features when you made eye contact with the outside hitter. Sakusa rolled his, tugging his mask back on before re-entering the car. “We’ll see how funny you find it when we can’t be seen together in public anymore.”

“And why not?” You raised a brow, still giggly.

Sakusa buckled in, taking the car out of park. “Because. When I do get posted, I won’t be leaving the safety of my room until that shit gets banned.”

“Oh my god, honey, I promise. You’re worrying over nothing. If you were gonna be on the list, don’t you think you would’ve by now? I mean, c’mon, even Hinata got on it before you. Majority of your teammates did!”

“That’s exactly my point. I’m the only one left.”

The two of you continued a playful back and forth pretty much the whole drive, more so you teasing him than anything else. After a while, having had your fun, you gave it a rest much to Sakusa’s relief. “Can still burn some sage, if you want-” “You’re not funny.”

Your evening continued on as normal, him taking a shower while you busied yourself by looking for a show the two of you could binge. Although, even after the discussion from earlier had been dropped, your boyfriend’s words still echoed in the back of your mind like a mantra. ‘I’m the only one left.’

As much as you’d hate to admit, though never to his face, your over-suspicious companion had a point. Without the safety net of his more extroverted teammates being in the spotlight of rabid fans, what’s delaying the swarm of unsolicited desires now? Even with his sourtude, Sakusa was an attractive individual—The dark curls that frame his face perfectly, his piercing pools of obsidian that shred through you like paper, the beauty marks above his brow, his THIGHS. And those were just surface-level things.

Being one of the privileged few who’ve seen all layers of Sakusa, you couldn’t blame them for wanting to explore deeper into who he was beyond that cold exterior…in more ways than one. Who better to fill those burning questions than some horny randos with too much time on their hands?

But, he’s made it this far without issue, what’s there to worry about now?—*Bzzzzt*

You jolt slightly, the harsh vibration coming from the sofa table breaking you out of your thoughts. With a short glance at your phone, the lit screen revealed an incoming call from Sakusa’s cousin, Komori. You exhale a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, reaching over to grab the device and answer it. However, as your thumb hovered over the green button, a small part of you couldn’t help but wonder…why would he be calling you?

You shook your head, answering the call before your mind could wander. He probably just wanted to catch up, make small talk. A smile graced your face as you happily greeted him, “Mori! Hi, what can I do ya for-?”

“Has he seen it?? Am I too late??”

You froze, blinking widely in stunned confusion. Your silence must have been loud enough for the man to grow more anxious, calling out your name to regain your attention. “Uh…has who seen what?”

Komori exhaled, in what you could only assume was relief. “Thank God…you sound blissfully unaware. That means there’s still time. You’re at his place, right?”

You blinked, eyes looking around as if he could see you.

“Kiyoomi’s? Yeah, I am. He’s in the shower at the moment if you were trying to reach him. Is everything okay?”

Now it was him who turned silent. You waited with bated breath, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as you wracked your brain for every worst case scenario…but a small part of you already had an idea.

“It’s the complete opposite, I’m afraid.”

‘Kiyoomi Sakusa. 6’2ft of ?????. An enigma. We had to take our time this one. This tall, personification of a hand sanitizer bottle may appear to be disgusted and disinterested, but once you get past those disinfectant defenses of his…Lady in the streets, but a freak in the bed. Why else would he keep so clean all the time? It’s ‘cause he’s hiding an absolute FILTHY ANIMAL behind his mask (literally and figuratively) you cannot convince me otherwise. Definitely a Hard Dom, would degrade you for making a mess all over him even though he’s the one to blame; THRIVES when you get messy for him tho. Firm believer that he’d spit in your mouth, both as punishment and a reward. He won’t make much noise, you’ll think he’s doing taxes while deep in your guts, but just watch his face; homie is EXPRESSIVE. Aftercare could go either way, but he’d probably focus more on getting the sheets changed than cleaning you up. 7/10.’

You clenched the phone in disbelief, eyes watering due to the sexual word-vomit burning them the more you read on. It didn’t even take you long to find the dreaded post you were convinced would never manifest, refreshing the page multiple times just to confirm its existence. “Shit. I really did doom him to being targeted by perverts…”

“Huh??” Komori voiced. You merely brushed it off.

“Nothing,” you sighed. Taking the conversation out on the balcony in case Sakusa overheard, you had Komori on speaker as you attempted to do damage control. “Do the others know about this? Oh God, does Atsumu?? Knowing him, he’d surely jump at the chance to tease Omi with something like this.”

“Dunno. Just found out myself, and you were the first person I thought to call.”

You looked over your shoulder, peeking inside to see if the outside hitter was roaming around. There didn’t appear to be any movement, but there’s no doubt he finished showering by now.

Exhaling, you began sifting through your contacts. “We need to do whatever it takes to make sure he never finds out about the post. I’ll text everyone I know to help flag it down, but I’m not sure how long it’ll take before-”

“Who’re you talking to?”

Startled, phone nearly tossed off the balcony, you turned toward the sudden appearance of your freshly washed boyfriend, towel around his neck and adorned in lounge wear. Komori held his breath, as if he also were caught in the act even though he could easily escape with a mere press of a button. “Um…your cousin.”

“Okay, but…why’d you come out here? You wouldn’t have disturbed me if you took the call inside.” Sakusa raised a brow at your stiff posture, perplexed but concerned. “Something the matter?”

“No!” You winced at your own volume. His eyes widened slightly, making you nervously chuckle. Clearing your throat, you attempted to play it cool. “No, uh…just wanted to get some air while catching up with Komori, that’s all. W-why d’you ask?”

Sakusa squinted at you. “You’re jumpy.”

“J-Jumpy? Me? Uh.. that’s because…” Searching your brain for an excuse, luckily Komori had your back with his quick thinking.

“B-Because! We’re talking about the list! And t-they figured you wouldn’t wanna hear us, so-” SLAM!

Before he could even get the rest of the explanation out, Sakusa had already closed the sliding door. You and Komori shared a sigh of relief. You watched Sakusa’s back retreat into the living room as he sat on the couch, flickering around for something to put on to pass the time.

Just as suspected…still paranoid.

“That was close…”

“Super close. Think he bought it?”

You groaned, hesitant to take your eyes off him. “Won’t matter if he decides to check his phone at some point…”

It didn’t appear to be anywhere in sight, hopefully charging in another room. But, there was no point in wasting time worrying about that. You had some flagging to do. And as long as he had no reason to look at it, you’d be fine.

Sakusa, now bored with you occupied by something else, couldn’t help but to watch you longingly from the couch. You were speaking so animatedly, using your free hand to gesture, pacing back and forth. He frowned—How can that stupid list be more important than snuggling up with him? Yet another reason to hate it.

Exhaling through his nose he leaned back on the sofa, remote in hand as he looked for something to help pass the time. However, before he could get very far in his search, his phone rings.

Confused, he reached into his pocket. Instantly, his mood went from neutral to shriveled when he read the caller ID—Miya.

He had half a mind to ignore it, but knowing Atsumu he’d probably just keep calling until the inevitable happened with him turning up on his doorstep. Sakusa gave an annoyed huff, reluctantly answering the phone.

“Better have a good reason to be calling me this late, idiot.”

“Oh ho ho. Believe me, Omi-Omi. You’ll wanna see this.”

Back on the balcony, after the sixth time flagging the post for misinformation and harassment, you suddenly felt a shift in the atmosphere that wasn’t there moments before. Halting your frantic thumbs, you slowly looked up from the screen as a cold chill ran up your spine; something didn’t feel right in the force.

You weren’t sure what made you turn back to look inside the room, but the moment you did…it was like the world had gone into slow motion—Komori’s voice faded into the background as he called out your name, drowned out by the sound of your heart pounding through your ribs at the sight of Sakusa on his phone, face contorted into what could only be described as pure humiliation as he stared into the endless abyss while on his knees.

Probably should’ve burned that sage when you had the chance.

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[eleni-cherie]

a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg - chapter 1.3

"so eager to be in a headlock again?"

"only if it's by you."

he thought he was done with the criminal life and ready for some peace and quiet. but his plans collapsed in the form of a strange girl who was in trouble.

© 2023 | eleni_cherie

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to lovers s2l

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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It was way after midnight, when a knock on the door made the three women perk up from their seats around the room of the hide-out, waiting for any signs of the guys.

"Valentine, we know you're in there! Open the door!" a strong male voice suddenly rang from the other side, making Soyeon and Cassandra tense with fear of having been caught when Arabella simply waved them off with a knowing look. Walking to the door and crossing her arms. She coughed then.

"H-hello, who is it?" she said in a cranky weak voice. Mimicking an old woman. She peaked through the spyhole, giggling when seeing Jimin's dumbfounded expression. He wasn't the only one who could mess around with the other.

"Bella, open the door," he whined then, getting impatient, "I know it's you!"

She pursed her lips, unlocking the door and assuming a look of innocence again. "Suits you right for always trying messing with me," she huffed when opening it. Making him laugh lightly.

"That's the least I can do since you keep ignoring my concerns of you getting in danger," he shrugged then. "You know I don't want you to act on your own."

"I wasn't on my own. I got some friends helping me."

Her boyfriend gave her a look of pity, stifling a chuckle. "You don't have any friends, my love."

"Hey! What am I then?" A voice that sounded highly offended, was heard from further down the apartment. And he recognised it. His forehead ceased as he stepped inside. Only now spotting the other two girls there. Cassandra giving him a scowl while Soyeon was awkwardly waving at him. And his eyes widened, taken-aback as those two were the last people he'd expected to meet there. "Oh!"

His eyes then went back to his girlfriend, giving her a puzzled look when steps were heard on the staircase. "Ya, Jimin!" Taehyung whisper-shouted then when finally reaching the top of the stairs, "Why are you standing there?" Behind his broad shoulders, Yoongi peeked his head from the side. Both wondering why Jimin was standing there at the entrance hall and not getting inside.

"Did your little prank not work?" the older guy teased as both walked up to him. Their chuckles soon dying down when reaching him and seeing the reason themselves. And the door slowly closed behind them.

"Cassandra, what the hell are you doing here?"

Taehyung was the first one to speak up, clicking his tongue as he frowned at his wife. Causing her to pout. He sighed then when seeing he wasn't getting any answer, turning to Arabella. "Why did you let her come here?"

"Hey, this was not my idea!" the dyed-brunette defended herself. "She blackmailed me!"

"Leave Bella alone," Cassandra interfered then and got up, "I'm an adult and make decisions myself. Bella warned me but it was me who insisted on tagging along."

"Uhm, same for me," Soyeon said then, glancing at the copper-haired girl for a second before also standing up to back her up. "She tried holding us back but we wouldn't."

"That's actually quite cute," Jimin mumbled then with a smile before noticing Taehyung side-eyeing him evily. And he folded his lips, quickly adding, "B-but also very reckless of you."

Yoongi remained quiet all this time. His expression collected contrary to Taehyung's furious one, brown irises on the black-haired girl who was avoiding his glance.

"I assume that fire alarm in the evening that left us all drenched was your doing then." The three nodded. 

"It was the distraction to slide the weapons to you through the door."

"So.." He motioned with his chin to Cassandra and Soyeon. "..does that mean you two helped Arabella in returning our weapons?"

"Actually.." the two older girls exchanged a look, before looking at Soyeon. "I only did the technical part, you know, security cameras, giving directions, creating fake IDs, setting off the alarm for distraction.." Arabella grinned at Jimin then. "So I kept my promise of staying out of danger."

Rolling his eyes, Jimin huffed out a dry laugh. "It's something I guess." He lightly poked her bump then. "But next time stay completely out of it. Okay?" He gave her a pleading smile to which she pouted, mumbling a small 'okay'.

"And I only went to the evidence storage and got the weapons out by putting them into the vent.." Cassandra mumbled then, scratching her arm. She knew that saying it quietly and downplaying it probably wouldn't be enough to distract from how risky her part indeed was and yet, she tried it. Only to obviously fail as Taehyung let out a loud snort. Getting more upset at the thought of her doing all that.

"Seriously? That's one of the most difficult parts and you're unexperienced!"

"Bella couldn't do it because of all the new security measures," Cassandra protested, getting sulkier as she knew he was right but didn't want to admit it, "So yeah, I wanted to help. You got a problem?"

Her challenging look made Taehyung purse his lips. Their intense staring battle making everyone grow quiet, looking at them expectedly. Eventually, he dragged a sigh and gave in, knowing his girl's stubborness too well. "Fine." He walked up to her then, flicking his finger on her forehead then with a grin. She flinched, rubbing the spot while looking at him puzzled. "But this was the first and only time you do something like this. Got it?"

The red-head puffed her cheeks. "Don't tell me what to do.." she mumbled then, causing him to roll his eyes annoyed. 

"New security measures?" Yoongi wondered out loud then in hopes of shifting the subject as that statement had sparkled his own curiosity, "There were more than just the different detention area?"

"Yeah," Arabella slowly nodded then, "Everyone entering a new area was getting checked for any disguises and had to enter codes."

"What would you've done if those two didn't tag along though?"

"I'd have obviously found another way in, like I always do!" she scoffed, folding her arms offended by him implying she'd need help to break in anywhere. Because she didn't and she had originally planned to do it on her own anyway.

"But wait," Taehyung's brows furrowed and he faced Soyeon, "And what did you do?"

Soyeon's eyes widened. She knew her part was probably the most risky one and the thought of Yoongi's reaction to hearing it, terrified her in a way. Her eyes unintentionally peeking at him, catching him staring at her with a questioning look as well.

He might get terribly angry at her. Even if not as much as Taehyung about his wife partaking in this since her and Yoongi weren't nearly as close. It still concerned her. Because depending on how he took the information, he might not want to have anything to do with her anymore.

"I.. I was the one sneaking into the basement area with the fake ID and giving you your weapons.."

Yoongi's breath hinched at this, his eyes falling to the ground. Jaw clenching.

He didn't say anything, growing silent while everyone else was talking across each other then. Not noticing her worrying over the guy who was quietly standing there, avoiding her gaze.

Was he disappointed in her? She couldn't tell.

Honestly, she might've preferred him yelling at her instead.

"Anyway," Jimin spoke up then, clapping his hands and catching everyone's attention. Pointing with his thumb towards the door, "We should get going soon before they notice our absence." He glanced at his watch then. 2:01am. "We got four hours before their patrol time."

"You actually managed escaping without them noticing?" Soyeon asked surprised, to which Taehyung and Jimin laughed, grinning proudly.

"Of course, we ain't thieves for nothing." And with their guns and Yoongi's sword it really wasn't hard. "But that means we don't have much time left." 

They began disgussing possible escape plans to flee the country when Soyeon felt a hand wrap around her wrist, tugging her to another room.

The door closed softly and behind her stood Yoongi. A stoic look on his face.

"So what's your excuse?"

Swallowing, her mind went blank in the attempt to shape any cohesive sentences to defend herself. "My excuse?" she eventually said confused to buy herself some time.

"Yeah, your excuse for doing something irrational as this."

Neither his voice nor his eyes gave off the impression of him being genuinely mad at her. No, they were calm and if she hadn't noticed him pressing his jaw together, she'd have thought he was unaffected by it all. "If it's because I helped you back in Italy - I didn't do it expecting a favour from you. Especially not this kind of favour."

"I know."

She knew he'd never expect anything in return. The girls had told her about the numerous times he'd helped his friends without any questions or favours asked. And she knew he never expected anything back when risking his retirement and life for her either.

And perhaps this was why she felt obligated to do it. Because he deserved others risking it all for him as well.

She watched his brows furrow at her answer. Showing a sign of distress after all. "Then why did you?"

"I could ask you the same," she countered. Feeling quite accomplished when noticing he wasn't going to use his go-to reply. His lips only parted, as if he wanted to say something after all but couldn't bring himself to. Looking away instead.

"I.. I asked first," he mumbled eventually. A gentle smile curving on her lips at his childish act of avoiding answering.

Soyeon wasn't certain where her sudden burst of confidence came from. Maybe it was the late hour. Maybe the adrenaline still rushing through her veins. Maybe the fact she was alone with him again for the first time in almost a week. She breathed then, holding his steady eyes with care. "I guess.. we do irrational things for the person we care about. And I care about you. Because.. because you mean something to me. Something I can’t really put into words yet."

A short huff left his lips as they tried their best not to curl into a smile. She wouldn't get away with it so easily, he wouldn't just let it slide. Or let it get into his head, the fact she had just admitted to having feelings for him.

"That's a pretty dumb reason, still."

"It's good enough for me though."

His irises met her feline eyes. It felt as if someone slapped him across his face, feeling a sudden rush spreading inside his chest. And he stepped forward to close the gap between them. Cupping her cheeks and lightly squeazing them between his warm palms. Making a little pout appear on her cherry-lips. Her heart racing faster against her chest as she held his gaze. Getting lost in it.

His eyes flickered over her face then, over the healing wound that would hopefully not turn into a scar, her sparkly eyes, her rosy cheeks, her plush lips. Lingering on the latter a bit longer.

"Maybe I did it for the same reason," he breathed then. Seeing her eyes widening, blood rushing through her veins. "Did you?"

He bit back a smile, caressing her cheek with a thumb. "I did."

He leaned down, far enough that the dark ends of his hair brushed feather-light against her face, caught in her lashes. Everything around them falling apart when his lips met hers. 

They had kissed before, but this time felt different. It felt deep and desperate. Determined and fierce. Soft and gentle. Everything all at once. Pulling the air from her lungs. And she gave into it,  her body reacted instinctively as it remembered the touch of his lips. Pulling him closer and returning the kiss with equal passion.

Feeling her small hands gripping on the fabric around his waist brought him back to his senses as he'd got lost in the taste of her for a moment.

He retreated for a fraction of an inch, still close enough so she could feel his warm breath on her lips. He was breathing heavily. She carefully blinked her eyes open, seeing him already looking at her. Voice filled with sorrow at his following words.

"I'm gonna miss you."

And Soyeon's heart burst inside her ribcage. Reality crushing down like a sudden downpour. No, like a wave hitting the shore.

This had been a goodbye kiss.

He was returning to Taiwan, while she had to stay back in Seoul.

And tears formed in her eyes at the realisation of the situation.

"Silly girl, why are you crying?" he whispered. Not able hiding his own sadness in his eyes.

"I'm gonna miss you, too."

He nodded quietly, wiping the tears from her flushed cheek. "It's better like this, trust me."

"I highly doubt it," she smiled in agony.

He dragged a sigh. "You are better off without someone like me. You deserve a normal life, Soyeon. A happy life. Not a chaotic one."

"I can make my own decisions," she quietly said, repeating Cassandra's words from earlier, "I could just come with you if I wanted.."

"You don't want that." He shook his head lightly, disapproval in his expression. "If you disappeared now, they'd know you were involved in this."

Truthfully, she hadn't thought of that possibility. However, did she even care at this point?

"S-so what?"

"Don't - don't do something you might regret later just for me."

Her lips pressed into a thin line when another silent tear rolled down her flushed cheek.

"It's okay," he said then. His smile not meeting his eyes. "You got your life here. Your job, your family, your friends. You'll get over it."

"I don't -" she choked out, more tears threatening to escape, "I don't wanna get over you."

And he looked at her with equal anguish in his eyes because truth was, he didn't want to get over her either. But he knew he eventually had to, it was better this way. Even when his chest was burning with ache.

And in a swift move he pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her. Crandling her body against his as tightly as he could. A lump forming in his throat, hindering him from saying anything that was on his mind. And he felt her sobs against his chest while her own arms embraced him, clutching onto him. Making everything hurt only more.

"Yoongi? Where are you guys? We need to head to Incheon, there's a ship leaving in two hours for Keelung!"

He swallowed when hearing his friend's voice calling for him from the other side of the door and he stepped back. Placing a gentle kiss on the wound on her forehead. Yoongi didn't want to kiss her goodbye, he wanted to kiss her goonight - there was a huge difference. But he couldn't allow himself to.

And she breathed in his scent for the last time, trying memorising it along with the warmth of his body for the many sleepless nights that she was sure would follow. 

"Goodbye, Yoongi."

"Goodbye, angel."

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The cold sea wind brushed over Yoongi's tired face which was resting on his folded arms on the railing, tousling his long strands. Absentmindedly, he was staring at the infinite black and blue. The early morning hours added a gloomy colour to the cloudy sky and his soul. 

They'd need over a day to reach Taiwan by ship, but considering they had stolen someone else's reservation on that cruise ship, misleading them into thinking te trip was canceled and security measures weren't as strict as at airports - with far less cameras around as well - interpol most likely wouldn't find out they had chosen that rather old-school and slow method to get back. At least they hoped they wouldn't do so in time.

With a sigh, he pushed himself off the cold metal bars. About to go back inside and escape the numbing chilliness of the open sea, when he spotted Taehyung approaching him. Hands shoved in his pockets as he came to a halt beside him. Eyes staring out into the sea.

"Couldn't sleep either?" the younger man asked then. To which Yoongi only dragged a sigh.

"Not really, no."

Taehyung hummed, inspecting him carefully before his gaze returned to the sea. "You know, I understand why you did it."

"Did what?"

"Broke things off with her before it developed to something more." It wasn't hard to tell why Yoongi was so restless. Taehyung might not have been as great in analysing people and seeing right through them as Jimin, but it hadn't been hard for him to tell something was off when Yoongi and Soyeon had come out of that room. It'd been written all over their faces, their red eyes giving it away.

Taehyung's gaze then fell on the waves underneath them, created by the ship as the older guy remained silent. "Remember I did the same with Cas back then. Or at least tried to.. Although you have a benefit I didn't have at that time."

Yoongi's brow perked up at this, glancing at him curiously. "Which is?"

His lips pulled into a wide lopsided smirk. "You aren't an active criminal anymore, living a peaceful life in a country interpol can't catch you. I didn't have that back then."

His friend shrugged, not really seeing the benefit in that. "My life might not be as dangerous as it used to anymore. And the danger this time came from her side, not mine. But still.. you can't predict what might happen. With people like us.. do we ever truly retire?" He glanced at him and Taehyung caught the glimpse of a tear in his eyes. "And I couldn't ask her to just throw away her life back there, just to come with me and see where things might go. Because it might not go anywhere in the end and what then?" He let out a dry laugh. "Then she'd have thrown her life away for nothing."

"You ain't 'nothing' though," Taehyung replied with a stern tone, patting his shoulder, "And I don't think she'd have risked getting involved in this if there was nothing."

Licking over his cold lips, Yoongi let out a sarcastic hum. He knew Soyeon's reason. She had told him after all, but he didn't plan to simply share it with everyone. It'd feel like boasting and he didn't want that. Because it didn't change his mind. He didn't want her to endanger herself like this for him, no matter her feelings.

"Whatever her reason was," he carefully spoke up then, "It was still reckless."

"Oh, definitely!" Taehyung exclaimed, chuckling, "I'm still hella mad at Cas about it. But what happened, happened. I only hope I'll never get nicked like this again. Knowing her she might do it again now that she tasted blood."

"Guess that's the minus of having a wife who's so enthusiastic about that profession."

Taehyung laughed under his breath. "Hm, her reason was quite childish actually," he said amused, "Arabella told her Soyeon persisted in helping. So Cas got a lil' jealous and wanted to join as well. You'd think a grown-ass medical doctor wouldn't behave like a child.. anyway." He shook his head with a half-hearted laugh, still mad whenever he reminded himself about it. And yet, he couldn't deny how much he admired his girl's braveness. And it also flattered him how Cassandra had risked getting caught to save him, just like he'd do for her.

Yoongi remained silent. His gaze wandering to the raising sun somewhere behind the horizon. Tinting the clouds in specks of orange.

All this time he'd assumed Soyeon had only agreed on this because of the other two women. He never thought she'd actually been the one initiating it, even persuading Cassandra to it. Proving to be a far better and selfless person than he already knew she was. And still, it didn't change anything. Her life was in Seoul, his was in Tainan.

Maybe in another life, a different universe, where he was a music producer also living a normal life in Seoul, they could be together. And that thought somewhat comforted him when he returned to his cabin. Falling asleep to the thought of her.

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next chapter: 1.4 here

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[ndostairlyrium]

✨ OC Tag Game ✨

I was tagged by @greypetrel to roast my OCs make Sophie's Choice kind of decisions but these are some fun decisions 👌 thank you so much dear!! Also I'm stealing the magenta and purple color scheme because I'm obsessed lol

I'm tagging here so y'all can avoid this monsterpost and go straight to the tag game lol @underneathestars @sparatus @daggerbean @bruxbea @n7viper @transprincecaspian @that-one-halfwit and those whose name starts with J.

I had to dig deep in my personal can of worms so grab a drink, a bunch of popcorns and a new pair of eyes because this is going to be one of the longest posts I've ever made. I'm not joking, I'm apologizing :'D

Favourite OC:

Ankh/Lav. I played favorites since I created this space and I have no problem exposing my horrible self lol She's the perfect person for me, always challenging herself without being afraid of failure. Even if she has some terrible flaws, she does her best to process them in a mature way. Writing her helped me a lot coming to terms with some things in my personality that I despised :'D she pesters influences the two realms of being, basically. Also she's gorgeous, isn't she? *pinches cheeks* bella de mamma 💛

Newest OC:

HER. The icon, the legend, the witch of the needle. Adra, trans-woman, city elf, much bitch, such stylist. She calls people by titles she invents on the spot based off their personality (which is a thing that cannot be transferred into the english language since titles aren't a thing ;; sigh), she's one that states what's wrong with you right in your face, and she's constantly in pain because of her job - one day is her back, the other it's the eyes, but somehow humidity is always involved. She calls herself old but she's not that old, like, she's in her 60s << anyway, she takes advantage of it a lot for her own entertainment. Coming from the Denerim alienage for then moving to Highever, she has had all the experiences one can think of so she appears a bit skeptical when it comes to big scale projects born from righteous ideals. However she seems to believe in the Inquisition. Well, she trusts its leader and her work, but she's a fereldan through and through so she's leaning more on a "I'm gonna judge the overalls when I see the results" attitude. So far, she's satisfied, but she'll never express it. Queen Anora #1 fangirl.

Oldest OC:

Rhian, daughter of Beathan ...who at the beginning was a Lord of the Rings OC but then she turned into something I'm using for a personal project with a medieval fantasy setting, so now she's running free and untied from a beloved franchise :'D weee There is some bisexual awakening going on but it's actually a story about found family, gender roles, and honesty. I'll get back to it at some point. Hopefully. She's the Mulan of my roster, pretending to be a man to join the local army and having to deal with a big menace while questioning her faith on authority. She's very brave, caustically sarcastic, an average soldier, and has loud opinions that always put her in trouble. Also she's a capricorn, she can open jars and she will let you know until she dies.

Meanest OC:

Lenore fucking Shepard WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED LMAO She's manipulative, controlling, outright nasty towards pyjaks, and would 100% push you towards the zombie horde as bait if that means she gets to save herself plus her squad. She does have a few reedeeming qualities but it's not even slightly enough to grant her a "maybe she's good on the inside" consolation prize. To be fair, she's the most emotional character of the bunch, super sensitive towards children and people that can't fight for themselves. The ones she likes, yeah, but still! Hands down my favorite store on the Citadel <3

Softest OC:

All of th--

Absolutely him. Mr. Rivelli. Wiccan, chemistry genius, chainsmoker, incapable of interfacing himself emotionally with those surrounding him. He's quite the introvert, but he daydreams like a pro and he's very passionated about his interests. He can't look at people in the eye, but he's the most loving and communicative plant dad one could think of <3 He's a soft boy, he just has a lonely nature. He's part of a project called "The Wedding Planner", it's a boy meets boy story, both of the main characters are in their thirties and there's a "what am I doing with my life" type of approach to the plot. It's a 30 years old / mid life crisis type of story, basically, with a wedding. The wedding is important. Very. It makes it cheesy. We worship cheese in this household.

Most Aloof/Standoffish OC:

Absolutely him, and it's a coping mechanism. Castor "Cass" Actius never shows emotions because he bottles all them up. And it's a long bottle - he's very tall. I was torn between soft and aloof in this case, but he's definitely one that acts like he's the calmest but in truth he's screaming internally all the time. Probably one of the characters I can relate to the most lol He's all legs and sugars, has a thing for tea, he's the fourth of four siblings and probably the most well adjusted out of them - which says a lot about the state of his family considering he's clinically depressed and an addict << He's a great leader, calm and detached, also he doesn't seem very approachable at first. At second as well, and at third, and at... But he's a cool person with big mom energy. If you're under his command, prepare to be scolded frequently, but also to be defended strenuosly in front of his superiors because you're perfect and you did nothing wrong, never in your life!! Best baker of the bunch, sorry Hawke.

Dumbest (affec-- lmao they wish!!) OC:

These three. They all trusted the apostate. On a scale from Stupid to "I trampled on my feet and now the kitchen is on fire" however, Ela is definitely the one sitting on the ambulance with a blankie on her shoulders. Here, have a banner all for yourself, dumbelina <3

Although I'm talking about that kind of stupidity that makes you look like a fool during situations that require a little bit of foresight or planning. She basically winged some of the most important decisions during the Blight, the others were taken because of her strong sense of honor and justice, but like You can't apply that all the time and then go surprised pikachu face when people call you out for being impulsive.

Smartest OC:

Him. Hands down. Serge "Twinkles" R'lyeh. He's MacGyver with the sensitivity of Tori Amos, also he's your therapist and your sugar daddy at the same time. He's an aerospace engineer turned infiltrator turned spy turned college teacher turned practical fx specialist turned distinguished officer during the war turned loving husband and best uncle... Like, there's so much to him! He lived a tons of lifetimes at once because he's talented brilliant incredible amazing showsto-- Probably the second favorite, because he seems like he's perfect but he has a problem taking responsibilities. He's also very childish, egocentric, he second guesses you as if it was a competitive sport when it comes to things he can do better, and his mouth is the envy of every sailor from here to the Attican Traverse - because he swears a lot but also for the other reason *cough* I kinda loved having to deal with someone that was on top of many skills, it made so much room for planning a big downfall <3 oh, and he fell. Hard. I'm gonna stop but know that I would keep writing about him for other 30-40 paragraphs, gushing and blabbering incoherently because he's my special self absorbed space kitty, trust me on that. I'll just say that he built a working real life deluminator when he was a fluff. he smort

OC I'd probably be friends with:

None of them, they're terrible people with a lot of problems and I made them like that so if I had to meet them they'd ki--

It's them. Ankh and Kerry. Who else? I need the extrovert friend who ignores my rain checks and comes to my doorstep with a pile of books concerning the strangest topics, and the chill friend who can cook a brilliant pasta while he listens to me complaining about the post office. Also, they're the ones I'm the least afraid of. On a more serious note, they have a huge deal of compassion and care; he's an empath, she's an active listener. Also I vibe with creative people that show a huge passion for what they're doing, plus I wouldn't mind having to bury some animal bones from time to ti-- cook and bake. I like to roam around the kitchen with my friends and talk about whatever. We talk a lot in this household <<

This was a lot and I'm sorry but y'all read the introduction of this blog, the blorbos are my Jub-Jub Bouvier and I can't help myself :'DDD

[demigods-posts]

Reasons Why The Day I Got Expelled from The Lightning Theif musical is an amazing song:

1.) "Well, they don't pay attention to you either...especially if you're their kid 😒😒" like, the shade lol

2.) "Yeah, the Gods are real, and they have kids, and those kids have ✨issues✨" BAHAHA

3.) "You never listen to me...but now you're gonna listen 'cause it's time you heard our side of the story😤😤" like, yes, it is time.

4.) "LOOK...i didn't want to be a half-blood" ahhhh it's directly quotes the book 😫😫😫

5.) "She threw a peanut butter sandwich at YOU. I stopped it with my head🤓" I love Grover so much

6.) "I knew something was up when I heard my name get yelled." "The day it all went down." "I saw something odd is Mrs. Dodd's frown." "The day it all got weird." I love how this section breaks away from the 'the day I got expelled' motif and in the most ominous way because this is the day the moment Percy's life changed forever and he almost died and he's twelve years old and how fucking scary would it be to see this happen?? I hope the TV adaptation does this scene justice.

7.) "It was only a matter of time before-" "I got kicked out?" "That's not what I was going to-" "You think I'm trouble just like everyone else?" This makes my heart ache bc all Percy wants is someone to believe in and be proud of him, and in the books, we see that he does try to be a good student, a good kid, for Mr. Brunner, but one slip-up (that wasn't his fault) and the teacher he looks up to is disappointed in him. poor percy 💔

8.) "...I'll see you on the bus.." the moment of silence after this line is unbelievable. letting the reality of life-threatening monsters and gaslighting hit because they clearly didn't want him to know about this (bc the more he knows, the more dangers he's in, but he doesn't know that). like, shit's immaculate.

9.) "So, if you think you are a half-blood, better get headed to the exits now, 'cause folks will think you're lying. Better run, and don't start crying 'cause you're monster chow." oh, he is bitter and he has every right to be.

10.) "Nobody listens to me! They never listen! They never listen to me! They never listen, oh!" honestly, this line was the reason this post exists because what an amazing call back to the beginning of this song AND to books. he's right. no one listens to him and no one listens to demigods. and this line is in a musical about a story where demigods finally tell their side of the story. this moment doesn't get talked about enough.

11.) "Dude, you got expelled (I didn't want to be a half-blood)! Expelled (I didn't ask to be a half-blood)! Expelled!" I love how as their talking over him, reminding him of all of his faults, he's just screaming that he didn't fucking want this. he didn't want to be a hero, or save the world, or fight in a war. he just wants to be alive and safe, as do all half-bloods.

This started out as me commenting on one line in a song, but I, honestly, might do commentary on every song in this musical because it is so good!

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[ofmermaidstories]

(i just want to talk so you don’t have to respond to this lol)

but basically, I first found surrender (whenever you’re ready) when I was scrolling through the Bakugo x reader pro hero tags. I honestly don’t know what I was expecting, as it was my first time reading any of your fics or even seeing you on ao3. But when I tell you damn, was I amazed. It was everything I ever wanted in a fic and 10 times more. I don’t usually have high expectations for fanfiction anymore, but you honestly raised those expectations over the roof. Your writing it’s just so amazing and it really transports me into a whole other universe. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I enjoyed reading your works and everything that you let out into the world. I fell in love with how you wrote bakugo, I fell in love with the surrender reader, and I fell in love with just the entire universe.

when I first started watching MHA, i honestly did not like him. But as I kept going, I realize why everyone fell in love with him, and I became one of those people that was just utterly infatuated. But to be honest, I was always just a little bit more obsessed with a Izuku then I was with Bakugo. And then when I was reading surrender, and izuku was introduced, I somehow just fell 10 times in love with him and the fic wasn’t even about him. Izuku just always has a way to draw me and even when the fic is literally not about him, I’ll still be focused on him. I am so in love with izuku i don’t even know what to do with myself. Like my heart centers around him.

 and then when I found out that he had his own fic, I honestly think that I died a little and then came back to life. I was so beyond excited. And then when I read the first chapter, oh my gosh I was already in love. It was everything I expected and even more. Again, your writing is just so amazing that I read it and I’m just feeling all these emotions that I don’t usually feel, I don’t really know how to explain it. every time, I wait for the next chapter to come out. And please, I’m definitely not rushing you, I used to write fics as well and I know how time-consuming they can be, and that everyone writes at their own pace.

I guess, just thank you for taking the time to write all these stories for all the readers out there. thank you for writing it for me, even though I know your writing isn’t just for me, lol, but it still reaches my heart. I hope that you take care of yourself, and that you’re doing well.

there really wasn’t a point to this, i just wanted to express my thoughts and how your writing reaches me. i love u💓

-🍒 anon 

Anon. 🥺 Hello. 🥺🥺 What a gentle ask to receive.

Deku is so special as a main character, because he’s so earnest. And in our day-to-day lives I think we’re kind of trained to like—hide that, with ourselves. So it’s always disarming coming across people who live by it, and by that same theory, I think it’s easy to get attached to characters who’ve had every reason to have it beaten out of them (literally, in Deku’s case lmaooo) but still let it shine through. Like, if you could filter his qualities (and maybe ditch that self-sacrificial streak of his dfjfdkdf) and distill them into someone living and breathing and in this same world, they would be amazing to know. How lucky would any of us be, to know someone like that? That’s such a big draw of the fun with x Reader fics—the ability to imagine what life would be like if you ended up crossing paths with all these different characters. I’m glad others enjoy the journey, too.

Idk, Anon. Your message was so lovely—I’m kind of having trouble responding to it like it warrants. All I can really offer is that your words meant a lot to me, and when I write to finish the Deku fic, I’ll be thinking of them and of you. 💌 I love you too, 🍒 Anon. 💕 Thank you for finding us. I hope I can write you an adventure with your boy that’s worthy of you both. 🌷💌🍒🎀✨

[starksbabie]

hi i got tagged by the ever lovely, @divine-mistake so here are my answers 💙

1. why did you choose your URL? um... lol at one point in time I was a huge fan of both Supernatural (assbutt) and One Direction (of which there were 5 members) So... 5littleassbutts 🙃

2. any side blogs? no but I did have a few other blogs back before Tumblr let you have multiple blogs on one account...

3. how long have you been on tumblr? On and off since 2010

4. do you have a queue tag? this is terrible but I used to many years ago, and I can't remember what it was.

5. why did you start your blog in the first place? I was originally on "fandom" tumblr when SuperWhoLock was a thing, but I also loved One Direction and I didn't want to alienate those followers so I made this blog and it just devolved into me posting whatever I wanted because who has the time?

6. why did you choose your icon? Have you seen 1940s Bucky Barnes... 🥵 he may have been a white man from the 40s but damn.

7. why did you choose your header? I'm so excited for Into the Multiverse that I cannot even begin to explain.

8. what’s your post with the most notes? um... I really don't know. Probably one of my One Direction preferences but those are all hidden now.

9. how many mutuals do you have? a bunch and they are all my faves 🥰

10. how many followers do you have? 536 (a lot are old 1d blogs that are no longer active)

11. how many people do you follow? 512 (See above... I need to clean house)

12. have you ever made a shitpost? Yes! But I am the queen of #deletelater

13. how often do you use tumblr each day? i’m on this bitch constantly... It's going to get me in trouble.

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Yes! I was young and the 1d fandom was toxic as hell

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts? I hate them! Don't tell me what to do.

16. do you like tag games? yes but I rarely get tagged 😥

17. do you like ask games? Love Love Love Love! And I have tumblr etiquette! I always ask one of the ask game prompts from the person I reblog the ask game post from.

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? Is that even a thing? 😂 Um... probably @divine-mistake or @avengershumanresources

19. do you have a crush on a mutual? shhhhh... I can't be out here spilling secrets like that 😅🙃

20. no pressure tags: I'm tagging people I don't necessarily know but wish I did ✨ @professional-benaddict @puppypeter @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @buckysbrattybug @overr-written @sarge-barnes-sir @slothspaghettiwrites ✨ Seriously no pressure though!