#…mostly just the buzzing thing tho :‘)

[ssecond-hand-faith]

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Cringetober Day Sixteen: Something you’ve been bullied for

I’m actually gods favourite princess and I’ve never been bullied for anything, ever. /j

[lootgoblin274]

Fuck it, here is an old Lego moc

[beardedhandstoadshark]

When did you realize that you were actually pretty good at something and what was it besides drawing?

Uhhhh I like to think I’m pretty decent at playing notes at first sight?

There‘s this school ensemble I‘m in and whenever something changes with who plays which parts, somehow it’s always me- and it used to make sense back when I was the only teen between kids who’re just too small to hold 3/4 instruments!…but when we became 3 post-teens and 1 kid it was still mostly just me jumping across seats XD

That + running around with 12 sheets of a piece that‘s only 3 long because it’s all different parts + actually not failing that horribly when having to play Beethoven on sight at the end of the annual big concert + accidentally playing the wrong part for half the rehearsal 2 weeks ago because I straight up forgot which one I was in but not even the teacher noticing cuz she thought she just wrote it down wrong = yea maybe I‘m not that bad at sight-reading actually!

[softspiderling]

illicit affairs - part six | r.c

summary:

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to talk to you.”

The tone in Rafe’s voice made you pause and you felt your stomach drop. This was it. Rafe found out about your feelings for him and he was about to tell you how he didn’t feel the same.

“Rafe-”

“Can you let me say what I want to say first?”

OR; Your parents are gone for the weekend and you have the house to yourself. Mostly.

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

warnings: none, I think

word count: 3k

author's note: wait.... this is kinda crazy, but don't hate me for this please. Also i'm genuinely so tired rn, falling asleep as i type this... happy reading!!! <3

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pt. six: "you'll be flushed when you return"

You were sitting at the bottom of the stairs at your house, watching your parents pack the last of their things into their bags. They were headed to Charleston over the weekend, running the last errands before the Spring Fling the following week.

“Do you have your wallet and phone?” your mother asked your father as she closed the flap of her purse, checking her reflection in the mirror.

“Yes dear.”

Your father tossed his laptop into his bag, zipping it up before straightening his back, glancing over to you.

“Are you sure you don’t want Kelly to come over the weekend? It’s still not too late to call her in.”

“I’m good, dad,” you assured him. “Kelly should take the weekend off, it’s such a waste to have her for the whole weekend just incase I want a home cooked meal. I’ll probably just go out to eat.”

“Okay then,” your father said with a nod. “We’ll probably be back Sunday night, behave yourself.”

“Bye honey!” your mother called over her shoulder, exiting the house. Your father was hot on her heels, but just before he closed the door, he paused, turning back to you.

“And don’t you dare throw a party while we’re gone,” your father said, wagging a finger for good measure because apparently you were a child in the 80s being scolded by your parents. You resisted an eye roll, because they still had enough time to make you to come along on the trip, so you only nodded, like a good daughter.

“I won’t dad, don’t worry,” you sighed, leaning your chin on your hand. “I’m just going to hang out with my friends.”

Your father gave a curt nod, bidding you goodbye before he left, shutting the front door behind him. Shortly after you could hear the engine from their car start, before the sound of the engine slowly quietened down as it left the estate.

“Finally,” you sighed to yourself, padding back upstairs feeling like your stress had just left with your parents. It was a sunny day out and you wanted to use that time to get some tanning done. As you fished a bikini out of your drawer, you had half a mind to text your friends to come over, hang out by the pool. But that meant facing Rafe.

Ever since the nightly swim during the boneyard party, the ache in your chest that you felt whenever Rafe was around had started to feel more present, as opposed to dull. But you had promised yourself (and Rafe) that this wouldn’t get between your friendship. Tugging the bikini top over your chest, you stared at your reflection in the mirror, unhappy with yourself.

“Fuck it,” you muttered to yourself. Grabbing your sunglasses, some sunblock and your phone, you headed back downstairs, sending a text into your groupchat.

precious [04/05/24: 2:37 pm]: i’m out by the pool if anyone’s down to join

precious [04/05/24: 2:37 pm]: bring food tho

Sliding the door closed behind you as you stepped out to the patio, you headed for your designated sun chair, dropping your stuff on the small side table. You planted your ass on the chair, slathered the sun block on your body, because you very much did not want to look like the hamburgers Topper tried to grill and as you spread the sun block on your arms, your phone buzzed.

top [04/05/24: 2:40 pm]: stuck at the court house with my mom rn, i’ll text when i’m otw

kelce [04/05/24: 2:41 pm]: i’ll be over later

No reply from Rafe, though.

With an eyeroll, you turned your phone, screen side down and made yourself comfortable on the chair, feeling your skin warm up from the sunrays. You heard your phone buzz again, but you were too lazy to reach for it, shutting your eyes, a comfortable silence settling over your patio. Before you knew it, you dozed off, limbs growing tired in the sun.

“Hey precious…. You really invite people over to hang out just to be asleep when I get here?”

….

“Precious.”

You let out a small noise, squeezing your eye shut, a frown on your forehead. The voice quietened, and you nearly slipped back into your slumber, when you felt fingertips dancing on your exposed stomach. The touch was featherlight, but it broke through your unconsciousness, your eyes fluttering open.

Rafe was perched on the edge of the sun chair, his palm resting on your hip. His mouth was curled in a smirk and you were already annoyed with him.

“I was having such a good nap,” you huffed, rolling your shoulders a little, before you arched your back, waking yourself up a little.

“You’re not being a very good host,” Rafe replied, all the while his eyes not leaving your chest, which admittedly, was your goal.

“You haven’t been a guest at my house since you were 14.”

Leaning on your elbows, you sat up to look at him, unimpressed.

“Where are the others?”

“Told them not to come,” Rafe said, his thumb tracing circles into your skin, but you only narrowed your eyes at him.

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to talk to you.”

The tone in Rafe’s voice made you pause and you felt your stomach drop. This was it. Rafe found out about your feelings for him and he was about to tell you how he didn’t feel the same.

“Rafe-”

“Can you let me say what I want to say first?”

You exhaled deeply, sighing, and buried yourself deeper in the sun chair. Rafe watched you intently for a second, removing his hand off your waist to run it through his hair.

“When I suggested we do this casual sex thing, I was mostly doing it out of comfort. I hated hooking up with those random girls who were always so insanely clingy after, and you were right there: my best friend, who’s also kinda crazy hot and understands me without having to say a single word.”

Rolling your eyes at him, you turned away to hide the flush on your cheeks, but Rafe stopped you, turning your chin to face him again.

“Will you look at me while I’m talking to you?”

You lifted your eyes to meet his, and nearly died at his undivided attention on you. After making sure, that you weren’t going to turn away again, Rafe dropped his hand, carefully reaching for yours.

“The past few days I have been struggling, feeling restless, and I couldn’t tell why, until I realized….” Rafe paused, taking a deep breath. “I love you, precious.”

Your eyes widened at the confession, your mouth agape. “I…. What?”

“I know this sounds insane and I really really hope you feel the same way, because otherwise this is gonna get real awkward,” Rafe chuckled dryly, and you shook your head quickly.

“Rafe,” you started. “You know I’m in love with you, right?”

“You are?”

“Yes!”

Rafe beamed at you, pulling you in closely, and the weight on your shoulders disappeared when your lips touched his. Even though you have kissed so many times, this kiss felt… Different. He pulled away, hand gently caressing your cheek and you sighed softly, thinking of how to break this to Kelce and Topper.

“What are you thinking about?” Rafe asked, raising a brow at you. “Precious?”

Your eyes narrowed at the sudden increase of volume,, his voice his voice seeming so much louder than before. You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

“Precious, hello?”

With a gasp, you startled awake, your heart racing when you saw Rafe standing over your sun chair, his brows furrowed over his sun glasses.

“What?” you breathed out, swallowing thickly, trying to calm yourself down.

“Shit, are you okay?”

Rafe pushed his sun glasses up, his forehead creased in concern and you nodded, taking a deep breath.

It was just a dream.

“Yeah, sorry, you just startled me,” you assured him, grasping at your chest. You could barely look at Rafe, the dream was still replaying in your head, it seemed so real. Rubbing your face with your hand, you swung your legs off the sun chair, peering up at Rafe, hand coming up to shield your eyes from the sun.

“When did you get here?”

“Not that long ago,” Rafe replied, eyeing you suspiciously. “You sure you alright?”

You rolled your eyes at him, shoving his bicep. “Yes, dad.”

Rafe smirked, and you knew exactly what he was going to say next.

“I think you meant-”

“I know what I meant, you perv.”

Your hand reached out to whack him, but his reflexes were faster, his fingers slipping around your wrist to stop you. With a quick tug, he pulled you towards him, sending you crashing against his chest. You glared up at him, but your cheeks were flushed. If he asked, you’d blame it on the sun.

“Why aren’t we hanging out at your pool more often?”

Rafe played with the small strings of your bikini bottoms on your waist, a smirk ever present on his lips.

“Because you always get bored hanging around doing nothing,” you reminded him. He clicked his tongue, his eyes zeroing in on the valley between your breasts.

“I wouldn’t be bored if you wore this bikini every time, fuck.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “God, have you always been this horny or is it just since we started fucking?”

Before Rafe could answer, a crash sounded from inside the house followed by some cursing. Your head turned towards the sound before you looked back to him.

“Top and Kelce are here already?”

“Yeah, we came together,” Rafe said, as if it was obvious, but you only let out a sigh, pushing away from him to head into the house. As you got into the kitchen, you saw Topper and Kelce tinkering around in the kitchen.

“Hey boys.”

“Precious, hey,” Kelce greeted you, shoving a bag of ice on the counter to give you a half hug.

“What are we making?”

“I was thinking frozen daiquiris,” Topper said, heaving the mixer on the counter with a grin, before smacking a kiss on your cheek. “Hey. We were starting to think Rafe got lost out there.”

“Oh no. He was too distracted by my boobs.”

Topper paused to glance over to you, his eyes quickly flying over your chest, before giving a brief nod.

“Understandable.”

“Yeah, I don’t even like boobs and yours look good in that bikini,” Kelce chimed in. Rafe only gave you a look that said I told you so as he rounded the kitchen island.

“And you’re calling me a perv,” Rafe miffed, emptying the bag of mangoes. Together, the four of you managed to make a big batch of frozen mango daiquiris, tossed together the salad the boys got from Whole Foods and prepped the steak for grilling in-between bickering.

Sipping on your drink, you carried out the salads out to the patio, while Topper got the grill going, with Rafe breathing down his neck, because he paid good money for the steaks and he wasn’t about to let Topper grill it to death. Kelce was setting the table when you put the salad bowl down, a beer bottle in his hand as he laid out the cutlery. You eyed him carefully, thinking back to his text.

“Hey, what were you doing before you came over?”

Kelce’s hand stilled over the fork, and he decidedly didn’t lift his head, staring at the napkins. “I was at the golf course.”

He was being cagey, and his answer didn’t really satisfy you, especially because you knew how he Kelce hated golf. Whenever Top and Rafe went golfing, you and Kelce either went for ice cream or to the beach or hung out in a golf caddy, making fun of Top and Rafe. Kelce would never willingly go on on the green.

“…. What were you doing at the golf course?”

Kelce hesitated before he answered, taking a deliberately took another long sip of his beer, and you narrowed your eyes at him before he finally gave in.

“Malcolm asked me if I wanted to play a few rounds of golf with him.”

Your mouth dropped open, half in shock, half in excitement. “Wait, really?”

Kelce nodded, his mouth curling up in a small grin.

“Yeah, Just the two of us.”

“Kels, that’s great,” you told him, pausing as you thought his words over. “Wait. Was this just you hanging out, or was it a date?”

“… He didn’t say date.”

You sighed and Kelce shook his head, frowning.

“Don’t look at me like that. You know this shit isn’t easy, for neither of us.”

“I know Kels,” you said, voice soft. “But I just don’t want you to get hurt again if Malcolm is scared of things getting real and throws himself at another girl.”

Kelce shrugged with his shoulders, like he didn’t really care, but you rounded the table to lean your head on his shoulder. He didn’t say anything for a few minutes and you were content to just stand there with him, watching as Rafe and Topper fought over the grill.

“What about you?” Kelce suddenly asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I haven’t heard anything about boys from you recently.”

Your eyes lingered on Rafe as he snatched the tongs out of Topper’s hand, and you bit back a smile. “Oh. No one’s caught my eye recently,” you lied and Kelce, sighed.

“You’re lucky, crushing on someone is so stressful. It is not what it used to be.”

If only he knew.

“Alright, steaks will be done in a few minutes!” Rafe called over from the grill and you nudged Kelce.

“Come on, let’s get the rest of the table settled.”

The four of you spent a rather chill day out at your pool. After a great steak dinner, with the steaks grilled to perfection (”I told you that it was the perfect time to take them off the grill Top, sometimes you just gotta listen to your gut.”) you got buzzed off of the frozen daiquiris and even went into the pool a few times. Before you knew it, the night broke in and it got too chilly, so you started clearing everything away, carrying the dirty dishes into the kitchen.

“Man, staying out in the sun all day really knocked me the fuck out,” Kelce said, yawning into his shoulder as he put the rest of the salad into the fridge.

“Yeah, we’re getting old,” Rafe agreed with him, and Topper side eyed him,

“Who’s we? You’re two years older than us.”

Rafe smacked Topper’s head upside down and you snickered to yourself as you dried off the mixer. Rafe moved to open the dishwasher, but you waved him off.

“Leave it, I can do it in the morning.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow at you. “You sure, precious?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“A’ight.”

Rafe yawned into his fist and the boys started to collect their things. You were taken aback, having expected Rafe to find an excuse to stay back, maybe even stay the night. You did have the whole house to yourself, and it seemed like he didn’t even care.

Tossing the dish towel on the counter, you walked the boys to the door, leaning against the door frame as you hugged them good bye.

“Alright, guys. See you tomorrow. Thanks for dinner.”

The boys waved, one by one getting into the car, and you crossed your arms as you stared at Rafe through the tinted window of Topper’s car as you stood on your front porch. As Topper’s car pulled off your grounds, you headed back inside with a sigh, shutting the door behind you.

You were tempted to go to sleep right away, but the amount of dishes in the kitchen was taunting you. In all honesty, you’d have appreciated a little help from the boys, you only turned down their offers because you thought that was what Rafe wanted you to say. On one hand, you really didn’t feel like cleaning up, on the other hand, you didn’t want Kelly to feel obligated to clean your shit up when she came back on Monday. So cleaning up it was. You put the dried off mixer away, and started rinsing the plates and cutlery. You cleared the last of the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, yawning into your elbow. Kelce was right, the sun shining down on you really had made you super tired. You yearned for your bed and for some rest, and sleep was near as you put in the last plate into the dishwasher. Just as you were about to shut the dishwasher and start the program, the hairs on the nape of your neck rose when you heard the sliding door to the patio open in the otherwise quiet house.

Fuck.

Didn’t you lock the door?

Your heart was in your throat, and you grabbed the nearest weapon you could find - a rolling pin - as you snuck into the hallway. There was no way that someone broke into your house, right? It was just your imagination?

You half expected to see nothing as you rounded the corner, the noise just being a figment of your tired self, but you froze when you heard steps come towards you so when you stepped out from behind the wall, you swung the rolling pin as quick as possible, hoping to knock the intruder out before he could do any harm.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

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author's note: wait omg my first actual cliffhanger in this series

[tarot-bimbo]

PICK A PILE♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡

What does your future spouse look like?

1. 2. 3.

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Pile 1

Okay so pile one I am seeing someone who works out he or she is most definitely strong they could pick you up. I am seeing like 5'11 he could be that height or shorter I am hearing short king ��� this person is definitely not so tall they could even be shorter than you actually. But you like that obviously, this person is gonna be your Husband most definitely gonna try to put a ring on your finger REALLY fast. You got lots of wands and swords so I am taking that as he definitely is not gonna disappoint you in bed and if this is a girl then she definitely has a wap lmao one of you may get shy a lot. There could be an age gap I am seeing short hair maybe black or white curly. He could be Italian or from Germany? He could like the beach a lot when you do get with this person he is most definitely gonna take you to his favorite place on the beach. He could also live by water or you two will meet by water. He's rich like not Beyonce rich but he doesn't have to work ya know? He's I can see he has chest hair and if you are a man reading this she definitely has really bug breast or really small. If you are a man reading this I think you definitely have a thing for milfs or they flock towards you and if you are a woman a lot of older men throw themselves on you or that's just what you prefer. They definitely have a big house. Possibly does gymnastics. They could also wear a lot of red or layered clothing. For men I am seeing a girl who mostly wears long dresses and for the woman I am seeing a man in formal get up honestly or like really layered clothing like the aesthetic boys you may see on Pinterest with the baggy layered cloths and stuff. Whoever they are they can dress. They like to cover up a lot tho maybe a cancer I thought of a crab going in their shell suddenly. They definitely also have a high role in their workspace and could even own their own business. Big bosses are what they call themselves 🤣. They have a very heavy accent probably not from the same place you are. Probably an earth sign. I rolled my zodiac dice and you got Aries,Virgo and Gemini.

( I hope this pile resonates with you. I love you☄️)

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Pile 2

Okay so pile twooo Already I am getting your person is loud and their personality. They keep you guessing. They definitely party,like the party doesn't start until they arrive. Your person is definitely clumsy I almost mixed two tarot decks😵‍💫. Definitely day dreams a lot they are very care free they might see the world as one day it's gonna end why not ruin it first? Okay so this person talks a LOT like never a dull moment with them tho. They could travel a lot honestly I ain't getting a lot on look but like green eyes dark hair and eyes, you may think their eyes are very intense and intimidating. They like wearing a lot of hats tho they could possibly be 25 and up. He works he's not rich or anything but he can most definitely spoil you. They definitely like touching you in public and being in nature. They are a lot to even handle not gonna lie but they are also very closed off. They don't want to tell me too much they like surprises and they know you probably hate waiting and stuff. I am also seeing dark red hair like cherry red. He's talking about how he dyed his own hair and has to mix multiple colors. I think you or them might like both genders. Heavy on loving animals might even be an Instagram influencer. I am seeing you two are closer than you think 🤔 my phone buzzed as confirmation on that. They will always be on the phone with you texting FaceTime regular calls it doesn't matter as long as you two are talking. I rolled my astrology dice to see what zodiac sign you would get and I got Aquarius,Libra and Scorpio so these could be in their birth chart.

( I hope this pile resonates with you. I love you☄️)

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Pile 3

Okay so right off back he may look like that dude from Ghostbusters Dan Aykroyd but when he was in his prime. They are on the thicker side and honestly they just might work a lot then go home and do nothing 😅 I am seeing you are the one to spice up there life might even be a chef. He has longer hair definitely not black but not honey blonde more so like a dirty blonde or like a golden brown. He likes to garden and build things. They are the type of you say that your car was messed up could fix it even if they are a woman this could shock the shit out of you. They could look like total dork glasses and everything. Favorite movie could be revenge of the nerds. I am getting a lot of older references and shit oop they definitely have a potty mouth 🫢. But I think both of you are older than most ( please don't take that the wrong way 💖) or just really have a thing for old stuff. They definitely live in the city but when they get with you I see you two might move in a place with more land and green fields I heard like Oregon but I have no idea what that place looks like 😅. I used my astrology dice to find out potential zodiac signs. Aquarius, Libra, Capricorn. You got two of the same zodiacs from pile 2 might wanna rest that too or not 🤪.

( I hope this pile resonates with you. I love you☄️)

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(if you are looking for a private reading please let me know mwah(⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠))

I hope you enjoyed this pick a pile♡

[nikkisticki]

Like a lot of people who buzz around you, they want your attention. It's a by the books tactic of someone with a lack of socialization in their life, they replace it with negative socialization and reframe it as "winning" to some extent or another.

I'd say it's not worth bothering with someone like this, tbh

No actually you linked to a dailydot article you 🚬, not the original thread where you obtained it. Not like it matters Mr. crimew considering you tried to report "professors" who didnt even post anything who probably just wanted to see what it was because you have nothing else of value to contribute to your life

i linked to reporting on the original leak and noted that i am publishing a compiled file created by someone else what's so hard to understand about that. i even published later corrections provided to me by the same source regarding the other point you're angry at me for for some reason.

also idk why ur even here complaining about this anyways, you have said nothing of value and seem to just dislike me for some random reason - which is fine, i don't like everyone either, but like deal w that for yourself. not sure why you're pretending to make an actual point when you can't refrain from weird personal attacks anyways in the end.

[celebtf]

The Bieber replacement

The hot sun was setting over the Colorado Desert, casting a golden glow on sea of festival-goers at Coachella. Excitement buzzed through the air as fans eagerly awaited the next performer.

Justin had been rehearsing all day, 12 hours in the hot sun, gome through six bottles of luke-warm water just to make this performance the best in his life. Alot was hanging on this, justin's new comeback was coming up and he needed to bring in some buzz and new hype to make the fans wanting more. Justin was truly exusted from this day with rehearsal, he even missed to watch some of his favorit performer, but he knew this was important, he was the headliner.

Justin was walking behind the stage, down the stairs and towards the food stands to get himself some tacos, he really wanted tacos right now after the day he just had. The taco stand was not far away from his dressing room, so he thought why not walk across the field and just change clothes really fast and also take a shower real quick, just fresh up after a long and warm day.

After a quick five minutes walk over the field, justin had arrived at his trailer, or it was more a tiny house, with kitchen, bathroom, bedroom and a place to hang out. Justin found the place quite nice.

He took of his shoes and went straight to the shower, turned the shower on and let the water fall to the ground while Justin started to undress, first his tank-top, then his shorts and his white Calvin Klein underwear and last his socks. He stepped into the shower and felt the water hit is skin, the warming feeling calmed his sore muscles and he could finally relax.

While Justin was showering, back against the door, a pair of gloved hands quietly started to take each piece of clothing out from the bathroom, Justin didn't even see the person let alone hear.

Justin took his towel and started to dry himself off, starting with his arms down to his hands, his chest and abs, his butt and dick and last his hair. Justin was done drying off and started to look around for his clothes but he couldn't find them, even tho he remember talking the clothes off " Maybe I left them on the couch " he thought and grabbed his towel and walked out to the living room.

Justin had just tied the towel around his waist and was stepping outside the bathroom, he started to look around for his clothes but he couldn't find any, which he found weird since he clearly know he took his clothes off. Justin started to get annoyed at himself so he gave up and went upstairs for some new clothes.

As Justin entered his room he feel something, something was not as it should but he couldn't see anything that was wrong. He went over to his drawer to pick out some new underwear, suddenly Justin felt a smack against his head, he blacked out right there.

Justin opened his eyes, he found himself wearing some lose sweatpants and just a regular black T-shirt, but he notice himself being tied up against one of the chairs and he was gagged with a sock. Entering the room was a man dressed in all black, black gloves, black shirt, black pants and a black ski-mask and in his hands he had Justin's clothes from before the shower, Justin's eyes led up, who was this guy? The man placed Justin's old clothes on the floor and left the room, he came back a bit later and and this suit-case looking thing with him, it was probably very heavy. The man placed the suit-case on the floor and opened it up, Justin saw something, it looked like a gun from a space movie.

The man started to unpack everything in the suit-case, it was mostly the gun but some extra parts too it, Justin couldn't really understand what it was supposed to do, clearly people would hear if the man shot him, right?

The man walked towards Justin and started to take out the sock from his mouth. " Don't move and this won't hurt Justin " the man took the guy and it started to light up in a strong red light, it was blending for Justin, but everytime Justin tried to look away the man grabbed his face again "

The man finally removed the gun from Justin's face and started to take off the ski-mask, the man pushed a button and right before his eye's Justin could see the man's apperence starting to change, his hair bleched and his ears got bigger, his eyebrows got bushier and eye's changed color. The man took of his black shirt and you could see his arms starting to buckle up, growing. The man's hands got bigger and tattoos stared to show up, from the hands all the way up to the neck, his chest grew bigger and more muscular and his stomach started to form a hard six-pack, tattoos started to show up even there, Justin started to realized, that was his tattoos, the lion, the crown, the birds, all that was his. The man took of his pants and his legs and thighs started to bulk up and started to show more of Justin's tattoos. Last the man's jaw sharpend, nose got smaller and a light stubble started to grow, the man was a split image of Justin that was tied to the chair.

The man started to put on Justin's white Calvin klein underwear and then the tank-top and last the pants. People would never guess that the Justin that entered the house is not the same as the one leaving. The " New " Justin turned around to his Case and grabbed a piece of Tape and covered Justin's mouth " See you later, baby " the sound of Justin's own voice sended chills down his spine.

Justin saw his Imposter leave, and he was stuck on this chair and people wouldn't even notice.

The Imposter went out on the evening to his headlining set and nobody, not a soul catched The Imposter.

The Imposter had his time of his life up on that stage, nobody knew better. He took of his tank-top and the fans went wild.

After his Performance " Justin " walked off stage, down the stairs and just smiled for himself, even grabbed his cute new bieber butt, so soft. He left the stage area and was walked back to his tiny-housw were he knew exactly what he would do with the old Justin, he can't have him ruin all this for him.

Hiii i just wanted to say thank you all for Welcoming me back, but I also wanted to show my Appreciation for some people. This story was very inspired by @soldiersareyourprotectors and their stories, check them out and follow if you haven't already.

Also @21wanderer and @petew21-blog all these 3 accounts has or still are inspiring me to continue to write. So again if you don't already, check them out.

[sakura1uvr]

best prom night ever!!

Fluff

A/N: Really bad pls i hate it sm 💔 the first and last time i ever write because i have 0 experience with writing so bear with me now 😭

Synopsis: not seeing your girlfriend sucks

Pairing: Winter (Aespa) x f!Y/N

Warning: really cringe

Requested: @pandoraha

MEN DNI

It was a school day. You were just casually walking with your friends Yuna and Chaewon. They were talking about some nonsense. Clothes and fashion or whatever you truly didn't pay attention. All that was on your mind was your girlfriend Minjeong.

She didn't show up to school these past few days and ignored your texts so as anyone would do you were worried about her. You stopped zoning out when someone pushed you slightly with their elbow. It was Yuna. "Y/N! Did you hear anything i said?" You were confused. You didn't pay attention at all. "Sorry what did we talk about?" Yuna sighed. "Do you have any plans for prom? Anyone to go with?" Right. Prom was coming up. Chaewon was going with Yunjin and Yuna was going with Chaeryeong and you.. well you had nobody to go with because Minjeong was ignoring you.

"Not really.." you muttered. "Why don't you ask Soobin? He showed alot of interest in you and asked you multiple times" Chaewon looked at Soobin across the hall talking with some randoms. "Sorry Chae i am.. not really interested." They didn't know you were going out with Minjeong.

The bell rings and you wave to your friends then go to your last class for today. It wasn't that interesting to be honest you just learned about some topics that you truly didn't care about. The class soon ends and you step out of the classroom. The sun cuts thru the hallways, slightly blinding your vision. You just can't shake off the feeling that there is something wrong with Minjeong. It's not like she can just dissapear without a word given the fact that you guys talk everyday.

As you walk home your phone buzzes. You take it out of your pocket and open the notification. Kinda expecting your loved girlfriend to respond to your messages. You sigh when you find out that it was just your friends talking about the prom theme.

You open the door to your apartmant and toss your bag somewhere else. You grab a snack and sit on your bed. It became a slight routine for you.

You turn on the tv to distract yourself but you just can't stop thinking about your girlfriend. Why won't she answer? Why wasn't she in school? You grab your phone and write a text to minjeong. "Hey mj. Just wanted to check up on you. What happened? Where are you? Why weren't you at school?" You sigh when you see another message being left on delievered. You toss your phone next to you and cover your face with your hands. A thought came into your mind. What if you ask her to meet up? Minjeong really likes going out especially with you so it wouldn't hurt to try. "Would you like to meet up? We can go to the park and just talk about things.." you hit send and go to bed.

The next day slowly rolls in and the minutes pass by like hours. The last bell rings and you run to your car. You get to the car and go to your favorite place to be with your favorite person. You scan around to see if her familiar figure has appeared. You spot her at a bench and sit next to her.

"Hey.." you say softly. "Hey," she replies quietly, almost like a whisper, "how have you been?" she continues. "Good i guess. What about you?" You question, looking at her hands that were playing with the strings of her hoodie. "Just... family and stuff" you nod. "You know that we are dating right? You can tell me anything that comes to your mind.. I may not have the best advice but i am willing to listen."

She looks at you and smiles. "Thank you.. I haven’t been handling things well. There’s this pressure to keep up with grades and everyone expects so much from me... But I don’t even know what I want for myself.. It's really hard you know.?"

You feel a pang in your chest. “You don’t have to have everything figured out right now. It’s okay to take your time.” Minjeong chuckles softly, but it’s tinged with sadness. “I guess it’s hard to remember that when everyone else seems so certain. And then there’s you…” She pauses, a hint of a smile breaking through the heaviness. “You seem to have everything under control. I didn’t want to drag you down with my problems.”

“Minjeong…” you begin, but she holds up a hand, stopping you.

“It’s just… I didn’t want you to see me like this. I felt so alone.” Her voice cracks, and you feel your heart ache even more. “I didn’t even answer your texts because I thought you’d get tired of me. I didn’t want to make you worry. You mean alot to me so i want you to be happy."

You scoot closer, placing a hand gently on her back. "You could never be a burden to me. I care about you too much for that." The sincerity in your voice seems to resonate, and you watch her expression soften.

"Honestly, it felt nice to be missed," she admits, her voice suddenly steadier. "I thought maybe you'd forget about me if I disappeared for a while."

"Forget about you?" You laugh lightly, trying to cut through the tension. "That's impossible. You mean too much to me."

A small smile breaks through her worry-the first genuine expression you've seen from her in days. "Really?"

"Really," you confirm, your voice earnest. "You're not just my girlfriend; you're my best friend. And I want to support you through whatever you're going through."

The light of the setting sun casts a warm glow, bathing you both in a soft embrace. If you could bottle this moment, you'd keep it forever. It feels like the weight of the world is beginning to lift, and with it, a renewed sense of hope.

As you sit in comfortable silence you decide to get alittle bold. You kiss her softly on the lips. Minjeong seemed suprised but kissed back. "Gosh i missed you." Minjeong laughes at your comment and pats your head. "I missed you too my love."

You hug it out and get up. "One last thing before we leave.." Minjeong looks at you "what is it?" You take a slight deep breath and say "Well would you like to go to prom with me? You know.. to get your mind off of things? It will be our chance to just enjoy ourselves... no pressure just us being together."

Minjeong slightly chuckles and smiles at you. "Yes of course i would love to go to prom with you. I could really use some fun now." You smile happily and hug her again. "It's a date then! I will make it the best prom you have ever been to!" You claim. Minjeong just smiles at you, falling inlove with you even harder than before.

You pay your goodbyes and walk home. It's gonna be an amazing week after all.

[inoreuct]

For writing or just headcanons, zosan + caring for the other after theyve had too much to drink? 100% no pressure tho, it's ok if that's not ur vibe or u dont feel like it ilysm❤❤

ooh i actually have a hungover zoro drabble in the works so i’ll do hcs for this one 🤭

sanji’s a sad drunk. an existential crisis, sit-in-the-corner-stare-at-the-wall drunk. he doesn’t drink for a reason; alcohol brings up everything he hides behind his smile and his snark, dissolves the carefree grin he wears as armour. it’s not fake, per se— he just uses it to hide everything that he doesn’t want others to see.

a little bit of wine at dinner is fine. tipsy is fine— especially if he’s in a lively environment. but when he passes that point he gets all quiet, and it’s so far from his usual personality that it’s concerning.

the first time zoro sees sanji properly drunk he freaks out a little (a lot). sanji’s sluggish, listless, slow to respond even when zoro shakes him and when the cook finally looks away from the ground his eyes are dull.

zoro kneels and holds sanji’s face between his palms so the cook can’t look away, but sanji’s eyes flutter shut even as his head lolls into zoro’s touch. yep. he’s not having fun anymore. the party’s still buzzing around them but zoro hauls his sad, quiet, drunk boyfriend back to the ship; gets some fluids in him, changes him into clean clothes and carries him to bed. he’s just about to turn out the light and leave, but he leans down to press a kiss to sanji’s forehead and sanji’s fingers wrap around his wrist. “zoro.”

“yes?” he replies immediately, because this is the first thing sanji’s said in hours and zoro latches onto it with a rush of relief. the mattress dips as he sits down by sanji’s hip, brushing fine blond hair away from his face. “hey, baby. what’s wrong?”

“dunno. i’m so drunk,” sanji slurs, giggling a little before it dies and leaves hollow silence. his eyes are haunted. “i’m sad, zoro.”

zoro knows. he knows what sanji’s gone through. knows the invisible weights the cook carries on his shoulders. “i know,” he breathes, fingertips lingering by sanji’s temple. he doesn’t know what else to say.

sanji turns his face into zoro’s palm, closing his eyes with a tired sigh. “don’ go.”

and how is zoro supposed to do anything else? so he changes out of his dirty clothes and slides beneath the covers. sanji’s already out cold, but he reaches for zoro in his sleep; his breathing is deep and even, back rising and falling against zoro’s chest. zoro falls asleep to the sound of the cook’s heartbeat.

in the morning, sanji is back to normal; shivery, pale, and puking his guts up, but normal. zoro is rudely awakened by his boyfriend wrenching himself out of bed and hightailing it to the bathroom, and he finds sanji with his head in the toilet bowl and goes to fetch painkillers from the galley.

they don’t talk about it. but sanji has a gleam in his eye as they get ready for the day; an extra layer of softness to the way he kisses zoro before getting started on breakfast, and zoro doesn’t push. sanji will talk about it when he’s ready. he can wait.

now, ZORO. zoro’s a touchy drunk. a huggy huggy feely feely drunk. that man is TOUCH-STARVED. his tolerance is crazy high but if he drinks enough he gets all clingy; a little grouchy, but also draping himself over every one of his crewmates he can find.

he’s got enough sweet summer mead in him to make him stumble when he stands; his coordination is shot, and he groans when he topples into someone tall, blond and handsome. he tells the man as much and sanji chuckles, hauling him upright and getting them both back to the boat.

“you’re pretty,” zoro mumbles, face-planting into the bed before rolling over as his eyes widen. “s’nji?”

“mhm.” sanji’s trying not to laugh. he hides it behind his hand before zoro’s tumbling off the bed, magically able to walk (mostly) straight again as he grabs sanji and kidnaps him to cuddle and sanji almost screeches bcs wtf?? he hasn’t showered, he’s in his crusty dusty musty street clothes, hell he’s still wearing his SHOES

but he realises real quick that he’s fighting a losing battle. zoro’s like a goddamn octopus. he resigns himself to falling asleep while being hugged like a bolster, still in his suit and half-squashed under zoro’s bulk, but he’d be lying if he said it was unpleasant.

and of course the next morning the swordsman has a splitting hangover. he spends the day with his pillow over his head, only poking his face out to sip at the broth sanji brings him through a straw.

as you can see both of these idiots have HORRIBLE hangovers when they push their limits too far.

they both don’t like others seeing them drunk; sanji doesn’t want to burden his nakama with his past (even though he knows, realistically, that he isn’t a burden) and zoro has a tendency to run his mouth. his filter just goes poof. it’s highly entertaining but he always feels like putting his head through a wall when he remembers how emotional he gets 😭

one time sanji wakes up face-down on a bar table, feeling like his head’s being cracked open, next to the girl he’d spent the night crying and being miserable with over margaritas and french 75s. she pats him sympathetically on the shoulder as he stumbles out, face buried in her arm, and he smooths a commiserating hand over her hair and tucks a wad of bills under her elbow to help her make sure she gets home safe. they end up being den den buddies and call each other occasionally to spill tea and gossip.

food and a cold shower helps sanji; bread and cheese is his go-to, whereas zoro just likes to hide in his bedding and die for the rest of the day. god bless his liver capacity.

that’s all for now,,, thank you for the ask anon!

[eddiegettingshot]

i feel like eddie used to be “popular” but mostly as buck’s LI. it’s why so much buddie fic focused on things like buck being chris’s second dad or on eddie groveling for buck’s forgiveness after the lawsuit. obviously he had some real fans too but a lot of people never sincerely cared about eddie, just about what he could offer buck and one of those things was the audience getting to see buck date a man. now that tommy has given that to him, eddie is more or less irrelevant to them.

that being said, i do think that eddietommy would have had similar initial buzz to bucktommy bc 911 made one half of buddie queer, i just dont think there would have been as many diehard eddietommy fans tho bc people would have been more concerned with woobifying buck and would’ve gotten upset that he wasn’t the subject of eddie’s affections (especially if eddietommy lasted until the end of the season going into next season like bucktommy did).

yeah 🤷🏾‍♀️

[girlreblogger]

and then there were 3 💿

don’t get mad. i’m saying what needs to be said and this the last time.

the blk yn “stereotypical” stories are self indulgent and the relationships are unfulfilling and unhealthy. yeah. 

i never mentioned fully the stereotype thing that’s associated with blk yn fics and that’s because i have never really understood what ppl meant by it. and this isn’t to be funny towards the ppl that say that abt those certain fics.

i somewhat? get what ppl mean by yn is written as a stereotype when it comes to the toxicity in fics but because these stories are written by blk women for blk women who feel comfortable with those types of behaviors, dynamics and relationships i feel it shouldn’t be seen as blk women writing themselves as stereotypes because the comfortability with that idea of relationships comes from somewhere and it’s not no stereotype. 

stereotype: 1. a widely held but fixed and oversimplified image or idea of a particular type of person

that word itself just projects an idea on those ppl and (not to use a buzz word but) dehumanizes them. it dilutes and dismisses the perception and character those women see themselves as and i don’t personally think that okay. 

lots of ppl are accustomed to or find comfort in certain dynamics and behaviors for so many different and very personal reasons. (whether extreme or not.) without even knowing sometimes we all do or have because we are still ppl at the end of the day. so chalking up someone’s humanness to a stereotype is unfair to me. it’s the same shit that ppl did to us back in the day and still do till this day and i find it unnecessary to do amongst ourselves.

that’s why i chose to say the relationships in those books and fics are unfulfilling. the dynamics, behaviors and all that ain’t healthy. if we being real. and that’s more than just a stereotype. i also dk what ppl mean by her being a stereotype in particular. maybe being extroverted? ion know. 

but ppl who want to write those things are going to do what they want but that doesn’t mean..

blk women don’t deserve or that it’s impossible for us to have more exposure to more fluffy and healthy dynamics in books with us as the main leads (also all blk ppl cause not just women read books obvi and want fluffy romance that’s another convo tho). it’s also important we showcase blk girls in various ways because we all are very different.

**we should keep in mind a fictional! character we call blk yn can be a ya (young adult) so mistakes and learning experiences in fics aren’t always useless. (though it seems we’ve had enough of it im just saying)

with different ways of thinking, with different styles, quirks, and personalities. right now it’s mostly coquettes, bimbos, and baddies being written almost similarly each time. and that’s perfectly fine but i think there’s something else that ppl are wanting to see but i would like to know what exactly.

do you guys want see her in different styles? talking differently? as an ambivert or a shy girl? someone who doesn’t talk much or someone who does? like what would be the opposite of the “stereotypes” you normally see?

and how can we as a community make some kind of change to see ourselves differently.

those few ppl when i said “as a community”

don’t get quiet now. 

but honestly, because of that maybe give writers prompts and requests with what you’d like to read. there are many writers who always have requests open and lots of times those asks are some of their most popular posts!

ppl started only reading or getting used to smutty and plug books cause that’s all there was, (there was an influx at the time) especially since 2020. that’s also when the blk fic community began to grow so there were more blk fics and writers than it used to be. so maybe we can try and do that with fluffy, fantasy and wtv other fics. 

**also there are some really good books on kindle for you guys to try with blk girls as the lead that might be interesting for you. here’s some of my suggestions: sunny disposition! and excuse me while i ugly cry! (these are just from the top of my head)

i personally have noticed so much about myself from reading more wholesome stories and stuff so reading other fics or books sometimes isn’t for me. it’s books i’ve read that i look back at and see how much i have grown from what i used to be into. that’s why i don’t reblog as much anymore too because i want to find more that is more personally up my alley.

so yeah let’s just try and find and create more books that are healthier. blk girls deserve love, kindness, to be treated gently not weak (or a like a child) and have sweet stories. stories and portrayals that heal us.

we can have suspense, drama, mystery, ups and downs, and even rain but i think a lot of us just want the sunshiney stuff. maybe that way we can digest the suspenseful and dramatic stories (that aren’t toxic) in a better way.

like i said in my last post we read and write for comfort so i think we can use this as a way to heal ourselves as well.

ps. (even some “healthy stuff” can be unhealthy lowkey but that’s another convo) 

muah

also thanks for all the likes on my previous posts! i was nervous ppl wouldn’t understand what i was trying to say but the good feedback has definitely given me confidence!

no bars

[sugudoe]

may i have a matchmake perhaps :3

so i’m 5’2 not that that’s important but i think it’s silly. i’m pretty high energy and get excited pretty easily. i love love love naps, like im taking at LEAST one a day. i make jewelry and draw in my free time, kinda hard headed icl, but i try to see ppls povs no matter the situation. ummm i went to cosmetology school for hair :3 IDK WHAT ELSE TO SAY HSSHFKGLP

hi, angel! you seem adorable, i hope you like this, but if there is anything (even the pair) you want to change, please send an ask again, I won’t mind!

✶ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: yuuji and geto.

ps: this are different relationships, not a throuple.

For starters, Itadori Yuuji would be a good match to your whole self, I fully believe (let’s discard his taste for tall women, tho.) he would be mesmerized and able to match your freak energy spikes.

Like let’s say you decide to wake up at three am to bake some pancakes, wether your know or not how to, you feel the strong need and capability to do so. Yuuji wakes up the moment he feel your warm missing from the bed, he groggily goes behind, not noticing the scent of cinnamon and fried or burned pancakes, and he just sits down on the dining table and keeps you company with random talk, slowly his sleep goes away and he follows your lead — you soon learn he can be a terrible baker. But, oh well, now you have dozens of pancakes and a huge hungry boyfriend to help eating them, burned or not.

You love your naps, Yuuji loves movies. Any other person would be annoyed that you use every spare moment to sleep, but the boy loves that he can see anything with his little angel company using him as a pillow — is his badge of honor. In daily situations, any spare moment you have you go to sleep, even if Yuuji is over, your boyfriend keeps doing his own things, at first…Because, once, he admired how cute and comfortable you were sleeping with dozens of pillows and a fluffy blanket, the sky was pouring and suddenly, Yuuji yawned. He scooped you over in his arms and started to cuddle you only to fall asleep later. So now, if he feels like it or he catches you drooling during a movie, chances are he is going to rest his head on yours and sleep as well.

Itadori would never impose his hobbies and mannerisms on you, but he is a chameleon boyfriend, your hobbies are also his hobbies. So when he noticed your very unique jewelry, and you mentioning that you are the one that does them, he was wonderstruck by your talent and begged for you to make him some or teach him! Whatever you gift for Itadori, which consists mostly of bracelets and a special necklace, he wears happily. Waving them in front of anyone, just for them to ask about it and he proudly says his partner made.

Some date nights consist of you two just hanging out in your bedroom, making matching jewelry.

When you first told Yuuji that you went to cosmetology school, his first reaction was to say “That’s awesome! Like Frenchie, from Grease, right?”, his second reaction was to ask to become your lab rat. This man trusts you with anything, that’s a fact, and it does not hurt him that his partner can take care of him so well.

So yeah, I’m sorry sweetie, but this boy is begging for skin care treatment every saturday, colorful masks on your faces while you both watch movies and sip beverages from cute straws with matching pajamas.

Although, I think his favorite thing is the hair care part — Yuuji is very know for his pink hair, you love it lots and lots, and so does he, but my god isn’t change the most amazing thing ever? At first, you refused to do anything to his hair, until he begged you for a buzz cut and weeks later to dye the black parts pink and more two weeks, draw some strawberries on the top. Since then, sometimes, when you two are bored and his hair has been growing for some time, Yuuji and you come up with a new art for him, always at the palete of pink — but Yuuji secretly hopes one day you’ll let him dye it white or blue.

In summary, your relationship can be categorized as: your loving boyfriend who adorably thinks you are the most talented person in this world. For Yuuji, there is no one like you, and he is tremendously proud to call you his.

────〃✿ FUN FACTS.

◛ ₊· Sukuna is not mentioned because Yuuji does not let him come out when you are near, he gets more willpower if you are in proximity, but if he has to swallow any finger, he does not do with you on the school grounds.

◛ ₊· When Yuuji first met you, he revalued his whole tall girl taste, is not that he started to like short people, he just liked you.

◛ ₊· Yuuji is a nickname person, yours are princess/prince, angel and when he wants to do his hair, frenchie. But he doesn’t mind any nickname for him, call him baby or Yuujiiii, he melts right away.

◛ ₊· Yuuji special necklace made by you is a locket that contains a photo of the two of you on your first date as an official couple. He plans on showing and giving to your kids one day.

──── ✿ ──── ✿ ──── ✿ ────

Your second match is Geto Suguru, also know as energetic people trainer — you and Gojo his most prominent works.

With you, though, he obviously has a soft spot. Basically, is a little secret of his, but if Geto gets a chance to make you become bouncy and happy and talk his ear off about anything, he will do. Suguru wants to be your go to person to be yourself with those spikes of energy, cute right?

So let’s say you have been into a new book, you’re only reading the first one of the incomplete series and you are hooked already. Every chance you have, there you are, talking about it with Geto even if he has no idea what’s going on, he listens because it’s you — Suguru loves your voice. You explain the plot and the theories you have read on tumblr, you even give him spoilers (he doesn’t mind).

“So,” Geto asks when you stop rambling. “when are you reading the next one?”

You answer right away that the second book is taking a long time to be released, you reached the author via email at two in the morning once, asking about it, and he was rude.

Your boyfriend did not liked that, so he did his boyfriends duties — a week later, the trembling author appears on their social media giving the date of the book release, but you don’t have to worry about that, your boyfriend already got you one, with a beautiful designed cover for you and his dedication of love on the first page.

As a way to forever thank him, you spoil your boyfriend with a large amount of earrings and one ring. If Geto could, he would wear all of them at once but since he has only two piercings, he asks you to pierce some more. Whenever he has his hair up, his ears are shinning with intricate jewelry. In his hand, though, is the most detailed ring matching one of your own. He loves it, is a secret plan he has with himself to one day change it for a engagement one, but he would still wear this made by you everyday.

When you first met Geto, his hair was down and dried, like he washed it with dish soap. When the two of you started going out, not yet a couple, you grabbed his hand and brought him to your bathroom, using your expensive’s hair care product, bringing shine and silk texture to his long locks.

It was a pretty good looking mistake, honey. The man learned that day how much he loves his hair, and since he is not bothered enough to go buy his own shampoo and conditioner, yours is going to end a lot quicker. You get upset, and mad, and he laughs sweetly before presenting you with a large basket with many other products, some even better than the ones you have.

It’s not for only you, unfortunately, Geto loves the feeling of your hands on his scalp.

Geto also loves your hands on his when you randomly get energy to paint his nails. You don’t notice how automatic it is for you to caress his knuckles and hold him so dearly, it makes him feel so loved, this little care you have for him. He is adamant that his nails is always black, but if you pout long enough, and it’s the weekend, you can choose any color you want. By sunday he will be removing and asking for his black back.

Suguru and yours relationship is the one where he does anything for you, he enable your tastes, folds backwards if you ask. This man has no one else he loves more dearly. Sure, he can be a lot from time to time, but you wouldn’t have any other way, and neither does he.

────〃✿ FUN FACTS.

◛ ₊· When Geto asked you out, you told him you thought he was already in a relationship. He assumed you meant with Shoko, and while he was explaining it to you, you told him you thought it was with Gojo — he was disgusted.

◛ ₊· Gojo and you are good friends, he also shares your energetic nature, and that’s a nightmare for your boyfriend. He can handle you, he loves you! But Gojo and you together deciding to do a run for every store in tokyo to shopping from 8am till 8pm? Nah, he can’t handle it.

◛ ₊· It is a pretty common sight to have Geto grabbing your jacket or shirt to move you away from Gojo when it becomes too much.

◛ ₊· Once, he forgot to remove his pink nail polish with intricate girly drawings you made — principal Yaga was the one to notice.

◛ ₊· You are the only person allowed to touch his hair. Once you were obsessed with Hunger Games, and both of you watched all the movies with matching braids.

◛ ₊· As any other guy that loves to annoy their partners, Suguru uses your head as an arm rest, he loves it. If Gojo does the same, he beats his friend.

[tankerfishthesimp]

helloooo :P

hey there!

my name is cory.

please send me random asks! i get bored easily :)

idm any pronouns, idrc abt labels (with a huge ton more of interest in girls/nb, but still ig my standards for men r just higher)

(it’s feeling like idm today)

BYF:

i will probably get really stressed and start posting random personal stuff or keyboard smashes with no context, these will be on #cory's rants

i will probably state random things so that will be on #cory’s thoughts

gay thoughts (ahem totally not about uqd) are on #cory's droughts

letters are on #cory's letters

asks are on #cory’s queeries

i actually like interacting with people but i get awkward sometimes :P so please do interact with me if you want to!

DNI:

homophobes/sexists/racists/transphobes... you know who you are so ;( don't follow me if you're here to hate

LIKES:

reading random wiki pages at 11pm instead of doing hwk

the rain

music (i listen to a lot of different things but currently cavetown clairo and conan gray mostly r my faves)

writting letters - i write letters in 2nd person a lot, and am currently working on a story where it's only narrated in letters from two brothers to each other

good lord heavens have you seen women

acting and devising theatre oml

art when there is no deadline

eyes (oml some people's eyes are just kdsjfksdhfkhsd)

staring into space (when not stressed about nothing, which is rare)

staring into space (your eyes, uqd :))

the night sky

good view of a nice city / rural countryside / beaches

matthias :)) @utterqueerdisasterthesimp

DISLIKES:

people who try to discriminate against others :(

people in the dni

being forced to do repetitive work

procrastinating too much and being stressed about not finishing work

high pitched noises (bees ignoring the buzzing sounds r nice tho)

overthinking into a state of anxiety

the annoying voice(s) sometimes when it goes out of control

loud places (i can’t hear what people are trying to tell me and it’s too loud)

sooo thank you for reading this and drop me a follow and we can be moots :) if you want to talk to me u can always reply to my posts and stuff

(previously tanklocks)

(the icon is from a picrew from pepperjackets)

tysm :) and have a great day!

[poryphoria]

what do you think the relationship between cpot and the arena guys is like 😁 what does hy think of them.....perhaps each of them if you want

IN GENERAL i think they mostly view hymn as "that weird freaky homeless guy who peddles colors and shit outback", hy's not very friendly w any of them (hy doesn't want to be, hy thinks nevada central fucking sucks & is Only there bc phobos is gonna Fucking Get hys ass if hy dont get them boon tokens. arena mode is around when hy started getting really bitter & unfriendly from the stress of hys work & dissonance i think)

buuuut. pondering individually is Fung so im gonna do it anyways (UNDER A CUT BC I YAP!)

player- THIS IS DEPENDANT ON MY OCS SO SORRY ABT THAT i don't really have an idea of The Player outside of my player ocs <//3 gridlock (experiment origin) thinks hys hilarious & likes treating hymn like a ratty little chihuahua, poking & teasing hymn thru the fence and knowing damn well hy can't retaliate bc hy's terrified of her. shitforbrains (agent) [yes that is really their name] would probably be mildly afraid of hymn at best, avoid interacting & talking as much as possible, they're a very meek n passive person outside of their Cool Guy Persona & they don't like instigating stuff if they can help it

qbert- mild annoyance at best. q-by's got better things to worry abt

bossman- lowkey kind of worried abt hymn bc he knows what its like to be homeless and hys really giving off homeless vibes in hys State (living out of a van, in the same jacket + work clothes perpetually). mostly on-duty trying to keep hymn from rummaging around their dumpsters or slipping in through the back and stealing shit from the building, occasionally tries to make conversation or inquire abt where hys from but it pretty much always dead-ends w/ hymn mistaking his kindness for forced pity & getting defensive.

skinner- fellow doctor! skinner might be the only annex fella hy can actually stand to make conversation with, though i imagine their paths wouldn't cross very often at all. idt skinner wld appreciate hys abrasiveness toward their colleagues tho :[

chef pava- similarly to qbes, mostly just vague annoyance. pava however is not afraid to outright threaten hymn into buzzing off if need be, and hy's quite aware of that, so they steer clear of eachother

chopper dave- [dave voice] I DONT KNOW....THATS SCARY! dave doesn't fw little gay weirdos that sell colors and rob banks. he gives hymn a WIDE berth bc he's (rightfully) afraid of getting bitten

doc- kind of an extremely one sided rivalry. cpot NEEDS to be the best at enmeshment tech & doc is hogging all the fucking goods, but doc has bigger things to worry about and Is Not Fond Of the nexus core anyways (or honestly anything cpot does. im sure he's Aware of the track record hys career has)

I HOPE i rebered everyone.....!! Smile

[alice-the-crack-head]

DARK SECRETS | MW2+MW3

Simon Ghost riley x reader part 1

Part 1

Other parts here

Pairing: simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader

Tags: gun fire, swearing, deaths, dark honor, war, cartels, Terrace, bombs, all that of course and there will be sex but later but not yet

Friends to lovers!!

Summary: you have a lot of secrets and you keep them in a lock cage and never tell a soul but when you join 141 one person with a skull mask start getting in the picture can notice there something missing about you and will figure it out

You are alice!!

Alice join the task force 5 years ago, gets along with the team members and she is one of the best members of the task force with snipping enemies, mostly the best one but one thing has that she has a big secret and she will never tell anyone that only for her to know for good she was take that secret until she 6 feet underground.

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Alice is in the training room just holding a pistol and firing it in the firing range soap beside her doing a bet with her to see if they can only shoot the target paper in the head without missing, and who misses lose and have to give $30's to the winner "your so losing mohawk" she chuckles and aims and shoots, 15 minutes later she won the bet and holds her hand out to soap "pay up Johnny" she said smiling "God why are you so good at this" soap said pull out cash and placing it in her hands "your just jealous Johnny" she chuckles, smiling walking away to put her pistol away "I'll see you later I'm going to my room" she said looking at him before walking out of the room to her room and counts her money as she walking towards her room and opens the door and walk in and close it, she sighs and toss it on the bed and sit down at her desk, she thinks deeply about her past

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6 years ago

Was stand there holding a gun after firing it, my face was sweaty dirty from dirt and looking a teammate or mostly a old friend on the ground lifeless

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sit there quietly, stand up shaking the thought out of her head and walks out to get some food in the cafeteria and see ghost being quiet as always "hey ghostie" she said his nickname with a smile ghost just glance up from his cup of tea he made and he looks back down "what did I say about that nickname Alice I'm your lieutenant" he said quietly "and we're friends ghost" she smile and make a bowl of soup, pours the soup in her bowl and she smiles at ghost "get some Lt it may put a smile on your face" she tease him and smiles, ghost just give her blank eye look and she starts laughing "okie okie I'm sorry Lt I was only messing with you" ghost speak low while looking at her "120 laps tomorrow during training" he blanky said "whatt?!" She shouts "I'll make it 2,000" he said not even looking at her "nope 120 good" she said quickly "good" he said as he take a sip of his tea, she stand there and sighs and she walks away with the bowl of soup in her hands

Alice goes to sit down on the couch that been here for years and she eats her soup looking at the mini TV in the corner of the room and gaz is sitting there reading a book and she looks at him and then sighs looking away to look at the mini TV and watch whatever on TV

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Weeks later

Was outside ready to go out on a mission and was partnered with ghost and soap and she is okie with that she get along with them mostly soap but ghost it a whole there level but he does have a honor with some good jokes she hears it all the time with ghost and soap when their on missions and she find it funny and she walks with them patting there shoulders "after this were going to the bar" soap looks at her and nods smiling "yes let go to one" ghost just blankly watched soap and her and signs then nods "but let Focus on the mission sergeant's" he said simply calm and walks ahead of them and sit down pulling out a knife and start sharping it easily, soap and Alice stand there for a moment and growns walking in "always buzz kill but he didn't disagree tho" she said smirking at soap he nods "your right" he chuckles and smirks, she nods and smiles happily "we're so getting him drunk when this is over" soap nods agreeing "agreed" he said smiling at her

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Hours later

Alice and ghost wait on different roof tops watching over soap as he and his team fire and fights against a lot of people and she look through the scoop watching soap and radio to ghost "I see soap but no target Lt" she said, ghost look through a scoop "he will be on sight soon" looks moving the view a few times looking for the target and Alice move the scoop around and see the target "sir I found him on the 5 floor heading towards your side" she speak in the radio "eyes out" ghost speak and get ready to shoot the target and keeps an eye out and holds her breath as alice look through the scoop and see the target come back into her view and talking in the mic to her radio "target back on sight" she said as she keep an eye on the target and then ghost voice comes to the radio and he gives the sign to take the shot she look through the scoop and holds her breath and then aim perfectly and she shoot the target straight into the head, she looks away from the scoop and takes a slow deep breath and she talks in the mic connected to the radio "target down" she said through the radio ghost looks through the scoop and turn it over to see alice "good job" he said through the radio 

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we got back to base like a week later from the mission and everyone is leaving for the holidays but alice and ghost stay in base and we just do whatever because we don't go home for the holidays.

alice is relaxing in bed just reading a book and thinking of doing something with ghost for fun so were both not bored being here and she get up putting her book down and goes to look for ghost bored "ghostttttttttt where are you in this empty old base" she shouts and smiles, sighs and walks down the halls and she start skipping down the hall looking in every room looking for ghost and turn to the firing ranga room and see ghost by the guns as he taking them apart and putting back together, she looks and nods not questioning anything and she slowly walks over to ghost and smiles "ghost what you doing is this what your going to be doing for the next 3 weeks?" she said softly ghost didnt even look up and nods not saying a word, she stand there and sighs "lets go do something fun like make something lets make cookies i bet you lik-' ghost cut her off and not even looking and he said "not right now alice just do it yourself i'm busy" she blankly stairs and then soigh looking down thinking and look back at him " oh come one lets have fun man we got nothing to do and also stuck here" she spins a little and smiles at him ghost just finally looks up and give her his blank eyes "alice im busy just go" she stops and looks at him and sighs "fine you butthead" she walks away and sighs and she walk to the locker room to go take a shower and she stands in the shower remembering something that happen 17 years ago and she blankly stairs at the floor 

"im sorry *****"

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Masterlist

[hoseoks-reader]

Tiny Dancer, Part 2. [JUNG HOSEOK]

"Time goes by unnoticed when you’re doing what you love."

Tiny Dancer AU: Jung Hoseok x Y/N

Summary: Y/N has been a dancer for as long as she can remember. She started small and eventually built a reasonable following through her YouTube channel, and around 5 years ago she was contacted by the Dreamz label, that presented her with a very appealing contract. It so happened this label was a direct rival of Big Hit… which had BTS signed. Which happened to be the band where her boyfriend, Minho, performed as a back-up dancer.

She didn’t know much about those seven boys other than the fact she became good friends with Yoongi at a party last week, and they had incredible dancers. Incredible dancers.

NOTE: So I’m going to start adding pictures of how Y/N’s apartment looks. I hope it helps visualize the story better. Also, I promise this is the last rushed part! I just needed the creathe the plot's setting, it gets better from here! Thank you!

Part 2 (07.06.2024) Don't copy or repost on other accounts. Y/N - your name Trigger warnings: none i think (?) light mention of not eating (not on purpose tho)

Wordcount 2,2k

The following day started a bit later than usual. You caught a good night of sleep, something you had been needing for a long while.

Minho was no longer beside you. You sighted remembering the exchange of words you had last night. And this morning, he left, yet again, without saying anything. You got up and checked your phone. 11h. You stretched a bit and checked your messages.

You rolled your eyes. Of course, and I suppose you’re not gonna tell me if you’re going to get dinner with me or not, you said to yourself. You know this reaction if not just due to the message but also to everything that has seemed to become normal to your relationship by now. You tried not to overthink and decided to get ready for a lunch you already regret agreeing to. 

One of your back dancers, Seoyun, really wanted to hang out with you and it’s not like you’re overflowing in friendships, so you thought, why not. But today, you really aren’t in the mood. It’s not her fault, she’s actually very nice. You took a deep breath and looked into your closet to decide what to wear.  You quickly put your outfit together and headed to the kitchen to get some coffee while you still had some time.

As you drank your coffee your head went back to the previous night. Maybe you’re getting a chance at building new friendships. You just couldn’t let yourself sabotage things. Your relationship with Minho has been the most lasting thing you have managed to have these last years. You’ve grown too used to being alone. But you deserved better than that and you knew you had it in you to care for others.

Maybe it isn’t the most obvious part of you considering that you don’t get too close to people, but Minho still had that side of you. These few years together had been mostly great, you still don’t know how he was so persistent when you barely said any words to him at the very beginning. But gladly he did.

While you were lost in thoughts, leaned into the counter, your phone started buzzing.

You immediately curse yourself for sounding so desperate right away. You roll your eyes at yourself and start cleaning your coffee mug. You gather your things and head out to meet Seoyun. It was very sunny, and the weather was warmer than what you expected which slightly bettered your mood.

The drive to the restaurant was a quick one since the traffic was mostly light. As you approach the entrance of the chosen restaurant you see Seoyun’s familiar face. Her eyes met yours as she smiled to you, and you thought to yourself, maybe this won’t be so bad.

[TIME JUMP]

You had been laying on your couch reading your book for the last hour when your mind started to lose focus.

Y/N: Maybe it’s time to put it down.

You placed it on the center table and reached for your phone to check the time. 6h53pm. You were still a bit full of your lunch with Seoyun so maybe you should just get going to meet the guys.

You were actually surprised at yourself today. You either really clicked with her, or you were losing old habits. Instead of leaving her to lead the whole conversation, you initiated a lot of topics and talked a bit about yourself even. Nothing too personal of course, yet a great start. Seoyun was kind and interested in what you had to say so maybe this made you feel more at ease to talk. You found out she also enjoyed reading so you shared some favorite books with each other and even got excited proposing a book club so you could get together outside of work more often.

You wondered if you should switch your outfit before leaving. You pouted while your brain wrapped itself around the idea of having to change- nah. This will do.

Yoongi had texted you earlier to let you know the game night would take place at this house and sent you the address. So now, all you had to do was head there. There were some beers on your fridge that you grabbed so you wouldn’t just show up empty handed.

[TIME JUMP]

Yoongi: Y/N! Welcome! Come in! Y/N: Hello! Thank you!

As you walk in, Yoongi guides you towards the living room where the rest of the guys already were seated. Everyone said hello and tried to find a place for you to sit. You ended up next to Seokjin who quickly made you a part of his team. Namjoon and Jimin’s girlfriend also made it and were as sweet as last time.

Seokjin: Jungkook is very competitive. If you get under his skin, he’ll become distracted. Jungkook: Hey! That’s mean.

You giggled at the two bantering.

Jimin: Let’s start or what? Charades first?

[TIME JUMP]

You got home pretty late but with the biggest smile on your face. You sat in your couch going over the way Jimin and Jungkook had gotten into an argument after Jimin delivered a very poor impression of The Godfather which drove his friend insane. 

You go through you purse to find your phone as soon as you grab it your smile fades. 5 messages and 10 missed calls.

Well, shit. You try calling him and he picks up after two rings.

Minho: Hey. What the fuck? Are you okay? Y/N: Hi, I’m okay! I’m sorry, the guys invited me to a game night at Yoong- Minho: The guys? Y/N: Yes, bangtan, the- Minho: You could’ve told me you weren’t going to be home. Or pick up the phone, I stood outside for 40 minutes.

His tone was starting to piss you off a little. 

Y/N: I said I’m sorry. I didn’t do it on purpose. And to be honest, you texted me at 9pm, you know by then I usually am already done eating. Plus, you shouldn’t just assume I’ll be home and show up. And again I didn’t know you wanted to have dinner with me. It would help if you would let me know sooner. Minho: I thought you were staying home. Y/N: Yeah, from work. Minho: Yes, but you usually just stay in- Y/N: Maybe it’s time I start going out more. And maybe it’s time you stop taking my time and company for granted.

With that you hang up. You felt bad for leaving him hanging but you couldn’t have guessed. He needs to communicate better and if he’s not sharing the house with you, he just can’t show up out of nowhere.

You head to the kitchen and get a cup of water, your throat suddenly dry. You succumbed to the ground and sat on the floor, against the counter. Too tired to cry, you try to turn your mind off the matter and open Instagram, a post immediately popping up on top of your feed.

Now that, is insane. It’s 1 am and he still went to the practice room. You stare at it for a while. Why not? 

You didn’t know how you gathered the courage, but you did. You immediately got up and looked for your to-go cups to start preparing the iced coffees. As you quickly got everything ready you felt a little lighter. Dancing was definitely going to help, and the company hopefully will too. You switched on to a more comfortable outfit, picked up the cups and on your way you went.

You quickly got there, your small cooler on one hand, your phone on the other. The building is still so strange to you, but everyone seemed like they were already expecting you, as if you’d walk in there every day. You followed Hoseok’s instructions to reach the room he was staying in, your eyesight half focused on your phone, the other half on the way ahead of you, making sure not to bump into anyone on your way.

As you roamed through the building you finally find the right room and knock before opening it slowly. You peak your head inside to make sure you were on the right place and see Hoseok splattered on the floor stretching.

Y/N: You’re gonna break in half.

Hoseok jumped out of surprise and threw himself back on the floor once he saw you.

Y/N: Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you- Hoseok: Y/N- Jesus

He was still gasping for air, his hand on his chest as it went up and down. You bit back a giggle as you place your cooler on the floor and start heading towards him at the center of the room.

Y/N: You need to be more aware of your surroundings, especially when it’s 1 am and you’re alone in a practice room. Hoseok: Good thing you’re not here to murder me. (you look at him suspiciously) Right? Y/N: I don’t think so. Hoseok: You don’t sound very sure.

He giggled and you rolled your eyes while you started stretching.

Y/N: So I suppose I’m here to show you one thing or two- Hoseok: Whoa- Alright Fresh Princess Of Bel Air Y/N: I’m joking- Hoseok: I know. But you are already behind on stretching.

He got up, a smirk on his face as he went to reach for his phone to find a nice playlist.

[TIME SKIP]

Hoseok: Time goes by unnoticed when you’re doing what you love.

You stare at your phone as you notice it’s already 4 am. Your stomach starts to growl, and you remember you haven’t eaten anything since lunch. You feel a little lightheaded and Hoseok seems to notice

Hoseok: Hey (he grabs one of your arms), are you okay? Y/N: Yeah, sorry I just haven’t eaten since lunch- Hoseok: Aishh, are you insane? Come on, I have some snacks on my studio.

You heard Hoseok’s voice but your eyes were focusing on the message you just received.

Hoseok: Y/N? Y/N: Yeah, sorry, okay.

You put your phone away, you can deal with this in the morning. He offered his arm for balance, and you held on to it until you reached his studio.  When you both enter he leads you to the massive black couch and wanders off to his table to find the snacks he left there earlier.

Hoseok: Here, eat that- iced coffee? Y/N: Yes- Hoseok: (he looked around until he found your cooler) Here.

He grabbed something for himself and joined you on the couch. Only when he was looking at you making sure you were eating did you feel the embarrassment flow through you.

Y/N: I’m very sorry- Hoseok: Don’t be, just eat, it’s fine really.

You’re sure he preferred to be heading home right now, taking a shower and resting, yet here you are wasting his time.

Y/N: Maybe I can finish on the way home. It’s late you probably want to get going too- Hoseok: You’re stubborn, aren’t you? If I wanted to be leaving, I’d be leaving. Eat (he grabbed your hand and directed it to your mouth so you could keep grabbing small bites).

You sighted and continued on chewing and taking sips of water. Once you were finished you nodded to Hoseok, and he took the hint.

Hoseok: Okay, come on, I’ll take you home. Y/N: Oh no, it’s okay I brought my car. Hoseok: You almost passed out a few minutes ago. You can come grab your car tomorrow, I’ll take you. (he handed you his phone so you could give him the address)

You didn’t argue any further with him and just follow him back to his car. You could feel his gaze on you, almost to make sure you didn’t fall back every two seconds. While you were walking you analyzed the day on your head. Meeting with people in 3 separate occasions in just one day? Y/N who are you.

Before you know it, you’re on the way home. You had been quiet for most of the time and yet Hoseok had been respecting your silence, so before it got weird you spoke.

Y/N: Thank you. You really didn’t have to. Hoseok: You’re welcome. Next time you’re signing a liability statement to confirm you’re fed and hydrated.

You giggled while consenting with your head. Not long after, you reach your building.

Y/N: Thank you again. Hoseok: No problem. Do you need any further help? Will you make it to your flat okay? Y/N: Yes, don’t worry. I feel better. Have a good night. Hoseok: You too Y/N.

You smiled as you exited the car and suddenly the fatigue caught up to you. All you wanted right now was a warm shower and your bed. Very quickly you turned on the hot water and gathered your pjs. It took you 10 minutes to be curled up inside the sheets and checking your phone one last time before going to sleep.

Thank you for reading! Part 3 coming soon! (you won't have to wait as long as you did for this one ahah) Check my blog for more fics! See you soon.