#IM GONNA CRY SO HARD FFS

[rillils]

RILS!!! RILS RILS RILS RILS.

bucky in the new what if episode. red guardian told him to close his eyes, and guess what bucky saw? his first memory?

guess?

CONEY ISLAND

LITERALLY THEM ^^^

Oh my gosh 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

fuck fuck fuck

I haven't watched the episode, but I keep seeing this everywhere and it's doing things to my heart 😭 oh my gosh honey, honeyyyyy 😭😭 To think that the first thing he could remember about his past was this!! Going to Coney Island!! With Steve!!!! This is the first menory that comes back to him? I'MA CRY

I need to know more about this 😭 like how did it happen and what did he see and how did he feel and and and this is going to be all I can think about for the next week 😭😭

THAT SONG THOUGH 🥺🥺🥺 With all the raw longing and the heartache and the memories-- oh fuck, it really IS them, it's basically their anthem!! HONEY I AM A MESS OF EMOTIONS, WHAT DO I DOOOOOO

[softmeetscreatureplz]

I HATE MKAING PLANS IM THIS STUPID FUCKING HOUSE IT ALWAYD ENDS EITH ME WANTING TO CRY. FUCKING DANB IT

[blublublujk]

bound 2 (falling in love)

oneshot

word count: 6.5k

genre: fwb to lovers

pairing: yoongi x reader

summary:

You and Yoongi were okay with being friends with benefits... until you weren't.

warnings: i tried to focus on fluff (did you catch it or did i fail), explicit sexual content; unprotected sex (they make love to each other), choking and breath play (hello it's yoongi), multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, crying (is it really my ff if there's no crying involved), creampie, very cute aftercare and i think that’s all, this is more sweet than anything lol

a.n: believe it or not this wasn't apart of my drafts i wrote this all one night because i couldn't sleep so thank my insomnia for this, it was about time i write about yoongi :D

also i noticed a lot of you are reading it was destiny and love always wins and i wish you guys wouldn't only because i plan to rewrite some of it and continue them at a further time (chaptered ffs are so hard for me rn since i don't have all the time in the world to dedicate myself to them but i promise to be back with those two series) thank you for everyone who takes time to read what i write it really means so much and your comments have been so motivating. thank you so fucking much for 2k notes on good girl, gone bad i havent seen numbers like that ever im so so grateful, thank you from the bottom of my heart. i'll try to be back one or two more times this month and happy late birthday to me hehe <3

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It happened again.

Another failed date to add to the sad list of people that simply will never workout for you.

The list was growing longer as months passed. When you started this list, it was barely the start of a very hot summer. Probably the hottest it’s been in years, one can only assume the winter will not be any easier. 

And you were right. Winter was only beginning and it was brutally cold. The streets were moist from the previous night of harsh rainfall. 

What better time to date and settle down than now. When the world gives you rain, settle for the warm arms of a lover.

Unfortunately, you made a grave mistake thinking this would come easy. Ten first dates later and you are still very single and loverless. 

It is not easy to go out during a time like now, suffering at the sight of happy couples and their stupid happy lives. Really, it should disgust you. It used to. The whole concept of devoting your entire life to someone. The need to constantly feel the tender touch of another person. The desire to fall in love and do it all over again, you get it now. At least, you think you do. 

“I don’t think this is gonna work.” The words fall from your mouth in a quiet rush. The man across you sits in silence before he smiles in his loss. 

“Don’t worry, I figured. It seems your mind was elsewhere. I know you don’t want to pursue anything romantically, and that’s fine with me, but is everything okay?” 

Is everything okay? Well currently, yeah you’re okay. As for your heart, it’s heavy and strangely, you feel there’s a hole in your chest and it needs to be filled. That would fix things, you think. You have been single for so long that you forgot what it was like to love and cherish someone. Not that you have ever truly loved or cherished anyone, but you’ve gotten close. If a silly relationship you had in your sophomore year of high school counts. Then yes, you’ve totally been in love. 

“I’m okay. Thanks for asking. I didn’t mean to lead you on, if it ever felt like I did.” The apology seems bitter in your mouth. Another failed fucking attempt. How difficult can dating be? Have you really been this disconnected with the world around you? 

“Don’t stress it! Things happen. I hope you can find what you’re looking for. See you… around?” The man’s understanding response makes you feel worse. Maybe you should consider deleting Tinder and finding love naturally, if that’s still a thing in the contemporary life. 

“Yeah, totally!” And like that you’re off to the next. Giving yourself plenty of time to bathe in your disappointment and miserably cry about your failed attempts at finding what you’ve been missing. Who knew dating could be so difficult?

The walk back home is just as cold as the outcome of today’s date. Your date insisted he could drive you home and if not that then pay for a cab, but you didn’t live too far from the restaurant you both met at. Though he insisted, you figured this walk could refresh you after yet another failure. You were starting to regret it as the cold wind started roughly hitting your skin. Preserving the chilly weather, you genuinely couldn’t wait to get home and wrap yourself in a bundle of warm blankets and comfortable clothes. 

Cold hands struggle to open your door, you blow on them with warm puffs of breaths, soon making your way in and getting comfortable in your humble apartment. 

yoon: you up?

And that, that is what made this harder. The fact that you knew there was someone completely capable of loving and caring for you the way you desired. You have seen it with your own eyes. Every time you ended up in his bed, in his arms, you felt it. Deep down you know something is there and that something beats everything else. Maybe you’re just delusional, but you look for him in everyone else and you hate it. Hate because you will never be anything more than his personal little whore that comes at the sound of his call. 

me: yeah

Normally, you aren’t dry over texts, especially not with him so he’ll see right through you. You’re hoping for once, he can ignore it. 

He won't. 

yoon: you ok?

me: been better

yoon: wanna talk about it?

me: no, i'm ok

yoon: ok, wanna come over? 

Yes, because during a time like this all you want is the comfort and warmth of someone else’s touch and Yoongi has never failed at giving that to you. But he is not yours.

And you are not his. 

me: not feeling well. sorry.

yoon: sick? 

A white lie never hurt anyone. 

me: yeah, throat hurts

yoon: im sorry 

me: it's not your fault maybe another time.

Though you really shouldn’t say that. There should be no next time. That way you don’t suffer any longer and drag him down with you, considering everything you’ve been feeling and dealing with lately. It’s not fair to Yoongi, but especially yourself.

He doesn’t reply anymore and you can’t even hide your disappointment. You aren’t disappointed at him, okay maybe a little bit at him, but mainly yourself and your recently found complicated feelings. 

You and Yoongi started this whole mess a year ago, before you even realized what you truly wanted. It started off with subtle flirting here and there. They say not to mess with coworkers, given that it can complicate things at work and one should never play with their main source of income, but you did it anyway. You are still young and he only made you feel younger, like a teenage girl crushing over her forbidden crush at church. It was silly, but Yoongi made it easy. 

The flirting turned to one thing, then another. 

“We shouldn’t, not here.” Yoongi had you pinned outside the club you both worked at, leaving trails of wet kisses down your throat.

“Five more minutes.” His words were muffled into your skin as his hands explored your body. Yoongi’s touch was always way too soft for his own good and you fell victim to his deadly warmth. 

“If Mr. Kim finds out, he’ll kill us and fire us both.” That was a bit dramatic on your part and you swore you felt the taller smiling against your neck.

Yoongi drops one last kiss on your cheek as his hot breath hits your ear. “Not if I kill him first.”

You gasped, pushing him off you with a quick smack to his chest. “D-Don’t even joke like that.” 

Yoongi just laughed. 

“Okay, okay baby.” The term of endearment fell from his lips too easily and you melted into the dark night. “See you after work?” 

You only nodded, not being able to deny his temporary warmth and sweet presence. Then he dropped a kiss on your lips, leaving you just as quick as when he first found you. You were fucked.

From there, it only got worse for your sake. Your heart could only take so much. 

Really, you should blame things on him. It was his fault you fell in love with him and his stupidly soft hands. It was all his fault! He left you no choice but to love the feel of his lips against your skin, to easily melt under his soft gaze, and find comfort in his unnecessarily warm bed. Yoongi was perfect. Everything you could ever want. 

That’s why it was so fucking hard. Dating was hard enough, but after feeling Yoongi’s intimate touch, you were a complete goner. Though he was far from it, Yoongi touched you like you were his and he would fuck you like a lover would. Kissing and making love to you as if you were the most beautiful woman on Earth. It was all too much. 

Fuck, you really needed to get a grip.

The knock on your door makes you jump from your couch. 

Ten minutes longer and you would have fallen asleep exactly where you were lying. In outside clothes and all. You didn’t even bother taking off the outfit you had carefully planned thinking that this lucky outfit would have finally taken you somewhere. It didn’t. 

“Coming!” There’s not a single person that should be outside your door, especially at this hour. Your feet make their way to the door regardless and the blood from your face drains when you see the person standing behind the door. 

Quickly, you unlock your front door, rushing the taller inside. “Hurry! It’s freezing! What are you doing out here?” 

Yoongi’s cheeks are surely frozen, a pink dust decorates his cheeks and the tip of his nose. It almost makes him look cute. You were far more gone than you imagined. 

He hustles inside, carrying a fairly large brown bag with him. He brought… groceries? 

“Took you long enough.” The taller one makes himself at home, laying his bag on your coffee table. 

“What are you even doing here?” You ask again. 

He ignores you. “Thought you said you were sick. You don’t look very sick?” 

Yoongi looks at you with a questioning look, his eyes wander your outfit and guilt starts eating your insides. 

You cross your arms, an attempt to hide yourself in shame, but what’s done is done. “I- I had plans.” 

“Yeah, I see that.” He simply says, standing awkwardly in your living area. 

If this doesn’t convince you to delete that forsaken app for the sake of your dignity and shameful behavior, you don’t know what will.

“Anyways, w-what brings you here?” 

“Brought you some stuff.” His hand waves over to the bag he carried inside. 

“Stuff?” You question, a bit dumbfounded, planted still in your place.

“Tea, cough drops, some soup I made earlier this week. Oh and flowers.” Yoongi doesn’t seem at all embarrassed or fazed about the situation. Not that he should be, but he speaks with a puff to his chest, as if he wanted to ensure you understood his every word and action. Like any concerned lover would be. As if he was yours and you were his.

Oh.

This was so so bad. For you and your weak heart. Fuck.

“I-“ 

He cuts you off before you even get to speak. “I don’t know if you’ll like it. It’s just some plain seaweed soup. Usually helps me when I’m sick. I’m not sure what flowers you like, or if you even like flowers. Do you? Their tulips. I did a bit of research before. My mom likes tulips. I figured you might like them too.” 

He did research? Double fuck! 

Yoongi was nervously rambling, now he was slightly embarrassed. Pink flushes his cheeks and it wasn’t the weather’s doing this time. 

“Yoongi…” You start breathlessly and in disbelief. 

“What?” He nearly stutters, his hand is shaking. He’s nervous. Who would have thought? 

“Why.” Is all you manage to ask. 

“You were sick.” Is all he replies. As if things were really that simple. What next? Would he come rushing to the hospital if you suddenly fell ill? God forbid, but it was a valid question. 

What was going on? For a second, you entertain the idea. Maybe he fell in love between the blurry lines of this complicated relationship. Were the shared intimate memories too special for him to forget too? You weren’t sure anymore, but what did this all mean? Maybe he loves you, as much as you love him.

Thoughts keep spinning and you wish there was an easier way to turn off your brain. Not now.

“I know, but why? Why all this? Why for me?” Your vulnerability is showing and it makes you feel weak. Maybe your hands are shaking too. 

“I don't understand?” Yoongi searches for the answer in your glossy eyes, he’s tempted to reach out and comfort you. Have you in his hands, but he’s too coward. He doesn’t want you to feel the shiver of his touch right now. His vulnerability peaks through as well. 

Why not you? It’s always going to be you. 

“I-I’m nothing to you.” There’s a shiver again and then you break. 

Yoongi doesn’t care anymore. He’ll consider the consequences later. Right now, none of it matters.

His hands hold your face, ready to wipe the tears that threaten to leak from your precious eyes. He hopes his hands aren't cold anymore from standing outside for so damn long, but he couldn’t stop himself, in his selfishness and all.

His hands shake slightly, trying to stay strong as he lays it all on the table. “Y/N, you’re everything to me.” He whispers, eyes never leaving yours.

You lay your own hands on his, you feel so delicate around him when you wrap warm hands around his cold wrists.

“I-I am?” You ask between sniffles. His hands are still pretty cold, but they’ll soon warm up against your soft skin. Nobody knows how desperately you need to be touched until you are and then it’s like little fireworks spark inside your body. It consumes you in the best way possible.

“Of course. I thought I made that obvious.” His eyes are soft, different to how he typically looks at you, but you’ve seen these same eyes before. They are no stranger. It’s similar to the look he gives you when you catch him staring at you while you are deep in work. He pretends to look away as if he wasn’t admiring you from afar and you pretend that you don’t notice his curious eyes. It’s the same look he has after you both end up in heated makeout sessions, behind the rusty club you both work at. And it’s definitely the same look he has while he settles on top of you, whispering sweet words of praise and promise.

Nothing should feel different but it just does, there’s something in the way he looks down at you that lets you know that everything you’ve been searching for has always been right here. Right where you’ve been all along.

The taller leans in and you freeze struggling to keep your eyes on his. Yoongi’s thumb brushes against your cheek with a soft touch. You were fragile between his hands and he’s willing to do anything to keep his precious flower safe. “Can I kiss you?” 

“Yes. Please.” You whisper back in a hurry, scared that this would be nothing but a dream. It wasn’t time for you to wake up yet.

His eyes zero-in on your lips and then he’s kissing you. It’s not much different from other times. After all, you guys have shared plenty of kisses, probably more than you should have considering you guys were friends with benefits, at most. But this time, the kiss isn’t just a careless lust-filled doing, no this time the kiss is a promise. The promise to never again allow you to question his feelings and intentions towards you. 

If Yoongi has to spend his whole life making this up to you, he simply would because that’s how much you meant to him. He can’t believe he even let this go on for this long. He should have been more clear and careful, but he doesn’t regret a damn thing. Not when he has all the time in the world to repair the time lost. And especially not when his reckless actions led him to this. To you.

Yoongi’s lips are soft and bend with yours with ease. He takes his time, never in a rush. Especially not when he has you in-hand. 

The taller doesn’t escalate the kiss. He keeps it sweet and gentle, like he always has been. “I’m so sorry baby.” 

Kiss.

“For?” 

Kiss.

Yoongi has the whole world in his hands right now as he looks down into the sparkles in your eyes and he’s never been so sure about anything in his life. “For being a fucking idiot.”

Kiss. 

“It’s okay.” A kiss is shared again. “I was an idiot too. I was just scared that you wouldn’t want that with me.” 

“Want what?” The taller questions, fingers trailing your face, admiring the imperfections and all. 

“A relationship, I mean. You seemed content with how our relationship already was. I was afraid of losing that. Of losing you.” You admit, eyes fluttering at his touch. 

“Of course, I want that. I want that and more. I-I’m not the best with relationships. I’m only saying this because I want to be open and honest with you. There’s not a second you aren’t on my mind. While at work, you are all I can see. In a crowd of a hundred, my eyes always find yours. I don’t know how to explain what you do to me. But I don’t mind. I think if I ever lost that, I would lose my mind. So I’m sorry if I ever made you feel the opposite. There’s so much more I want to say, but I just don’t know how. I want that. I want that so bad. A relationship and whatever more you give me. I might not be the best boyfriend but I’ll do whatever it takes. I- I love you.” Yoongi’s words are heartfelt and he’s so relieved. One because he’s been keeping this in for so long, any longer and he would have exploded, but second because he’s been dying to say those three words. He really does love you and Yoongi doesn’t love many people in life, but if he had to choose, it’s always gonna be you. 

The tears that were creeping on your eye-lids fall prettily down your face, but Yoongi comes to your rescue. He’s quick to wipe them off your pretty face, tempted to kiss them away, but he keeps that in for now. “Y-Yoongi… I love you too. So much. I think I always have. You are so easy to love. The way you look at me, care for me, and always show up for me. That says more about you than anything else. I tried dating to get over what I felt for you, as you can probably tell, but nothing worked. It was so easy, Yoongi. So easy to fall in love with you. You’re perfect and I don’t doubt that you’ll be the best even after all this. I love you.”

“I love you too, I love you. Fuck, I love you.” Yoongi kisses you again and this time he isn’t as gentle. His lips are still soft as ever as they curl around yours. His tongue comes out and you immediately allow access, letting him explore your mouth. The taste is much better now that there isn’t anything you both are holding back. Everything down on the line and you couldn’t be happier. The hole in your heart was never empty, it was just waiting for this exact moment to remind you that you’ve always had it all. 

“Yoongi.” In between breaths you call his name and Yoongi feels his knees lock. “Take me to bed.” 

Yoongi just nods in a trance with the way your tone drips of arousal. A long strand of hair falls on his face when he picks you up with ease off your feet. He takes you to the place he’s had the honor to visit a hundred times before, but it’s different this time, much different. 

In the process of it all, something falls and it causes you both to laugh until you run out of breath. 

“I can’t believe that just happened.” You laugh into his ear. “You owe me a new lamp. My mother bought me that, you know. House-warming gift.”

“Fuck, sorry.” Yoongi mumbles near a whisper as he grips you harder like he’s afraid he might drop you next and the idea makes you giggle because you know he would never purposely hurt you. “I’ll apologize to your mother directly. Buy you and her a new lamp, whatever it takes.”

“What makes you think you are meeting my mother?” You tease with a smile on your face, watching the blush rise on his cheeks. 

“Well, I figured we could, you know, if you would like–” Yoongi doesn’t often get shy about many things but he can’t keep calm around you and that kills him softly.

“I’m just teasing you.” You say and he bites his lip. “Of course you’ll meet my mother and my father and my nosy ass family. I hope you like annoying, persistent grandma’s that stuff you full. My grandma’s the worst of her kind, but she’ll love you.”

“I would love to.” Yoongi simply replies, still whispering as if you guys had to keep quiet or else you’d be in deep trouble. 

“Why are we still whispering?” You whisper back, roaming fingers through his long, gorgeous hair. He needs to remind you to thank his mother personally for insisting he keep his hair long because it made him look pretty and you could never disagree. Yoongi’s so pretty. 

“I-I don’t know.” 

You both smile at each other before sharing another kiss. It’s so sweet and if you weren’t already off your feet, you would be floating by now. He’s gentle when letting you drop into the sheets below, he finds space between your legs and you wrap them around his hips. Lips still in contact, never losing the plushy feel. 

Everything starts to feel hot. Your hips start to slowly grind against his begging for any sort of friction. But the kissing doesn’t stop. 

Not when you start whining against his lips. 

Not even when Yoongi starts trailing his fingers down your waist and around your curves. He teases his fingertips against your waistline, soft to the touch. 

It’s not until you mewl loudly into his mouth, skillful tongue playing with yours, as you feel him start unbuckling your pants, button-by-button. 

Yoongi’s eyes are heavy-lidded, his gaze burning fire. “Gonna take care of you now, is that okay?” 

You furiously nod, coming up to kiss him once more, both your lips are raw and sensitive, but it gives you more of a reason to fix it with even more kisses. 

He drops one quick kiss onto your mouth before he trails down your jaw. Yoongi breathes in the sweet scent on your skin, wishing he could feel you even closer. “Smell so damn good.”

His voice is raspy against your ear and it makes you blush, while you feel his hand finally touch you where you had been aching with need. “Wanna hear you.”

Breathing lightly, you whisper. “Make me.” 

And of course, Yoongi makes you regret how fast you said the words because he delves his fingers forward with little resistance. Two fingers stretch you at the same time, gasping at the sudden sensation. 

By now, you were molded to fit Yoongi’s fingers. On days where you were really in need, you would take four, all at once. Yoongi was best at reading every expression, every crease and scrunch to your face, especially emotions. He knew exactly how to curve his fingers, the way to build you up, and bring you back down. Yoongi knew it all and he was so lucky too. 

He never anticipated it would have gone this far. It was just sex to begin with. But who were you both kidding, it was always much, much more. 

Yoongi curves his fingers in the way he’s used to and watches your mouth drop, sweet noises soon leaving your lips. “Feels good?” 

There’s no need to ask because he can tell. Your expression tells him everything he needs to know. That and the fact that you are dripping around his fingers but it’s sexier hearing it from you. 

“Yeah… f-feels so good.” With his other hand he tugs your clothes off, leaving you bare on the bottom. Remembering the first few times is a bit embarrassing, but Yoongi always made sure to take his time and make you feel comfortable. It was special and memorable in its own way, and Yoongi felt it too. 

This is unlike any first time, but it was technically the first time you could officially make love to each other until you fall lovesick and that had to be impossible around someone like Yoongi. 

“Hold your legs open for me, flower.” You try to ignore the warm feeling that buzzes in your chest, but you are sure your face says it all. Without another word, you spread your legs open, tucking both hands behind your thighs.

“Flower?” You breathe out with a bit of a struggle as his two fingers continue to pump deep inside you, brushing repeatedly against your g-spot. 

“Do you not like it?” Yoongi smiles slightly, biting his bottom lip while he watches you start to tremble, making the prettiest sounds. 

“I do. Why the new name?” Voice a bit unsteady but it does the job. Yoongi thinks of all the times he thought you were as pretty as a flower, which really was all the time. Especially, in the way he has you right now. Pretty, pretty as a flower. 

“I’ve always wanted to call you that. You’re pretty, sweet, delicate. Just like a flower.” He justifies his reasoning and you melt into puddles. 

“Yoongi.” Voice sweet as honey. 

“Yes baby.” He replies with ease.

“Make love to me, Yoongi.” 

There was a time in his life where Yoongi believed he could live without love. How foolish of him to think so. When he met you, it was a complete three-sixty. Suddenly, Yoongi started to look forward to his shit job. He looked forward to that time between breaks where he could admire you from the back like a pinning loser. Yoongi even started to like the walks he had to take to get to work because he knew that the path would eventually lead to you. He started looking forward to tomorrow's and to the bright future that led ahead. His mom would often complain that he was wasting his life away waiting for it to start, but Yoongi thinks life truly started the day he met you. 

It was a bit awkward because you couldn’t even look him in the eyes, intimated by the staff and new environment. You had previously worked in different bars so you assumed it would be no different and it wasn’t, but the intimidation of a new job was there nonetheless. Yoongi was there every step of the way. He had a crush on the new employee and you needed help on fitting in. Either way, your friendship was very platonic until it wasn’t. 

Yoongi knows he should have said something along the lines “hey, maybe we shouldn't be doing this anymore. I’m in love with you and I have been since you started working here” but the stupid words never made it out. He felt it would be too much to hear and it would only make him look like a complete loser. 

And you felt the same. It was silly really, because everyone around you knew it and there was no reason to fear someone as easy going and non-judgemental as Yoongi, nonetheless it brought you both here. After many failed dating attempts, you were finally happy and in the arms of someone who you truly love and want to be loved by. 

There was a time in his life where Yoongi believed he could live without love, now Yoongi believes your precious, sweet love brought him back to life and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. 

Clothes now discarded on the floor, heavy breathing filling the room, and Yoongi could get wasted on the smell of your intoxicating perfume. “Breathe flower.”

Yoongi felt you shiver at the sound of his words, throwing your head back as he thrusts you full of cock. He pushes inside you with gentle movements, struggling to keep himself up while feeling the tug of your warm velvet-like walls. 

You gasp feeling him hit your cervix in a calm, slow pace. It was breathtaking regardless of the gentle rhythm. “You’re so deep...”

“I know flower, breathe baby, breathe.” He is struggling to keep from coming inside you, overwhelmed by his own emotions as your eyes roll back, feeling the pressure rise in your belly. Without a condom, everything feels so different from other times, feeling every ridge and crease fold inside your drenching heat. You take him so nicely, like you always have. Like you’ve always belonged to him. 

You don’t even notice you stopped breathing until you start feeling lightheaded and desperate for fresh air. Breathing just as much as necessary so you don’t faint, you shake your head against his hold, his eyes watch yours, observing with curiosity. 

“No?”

“Mm, n-no.” You shake your head again, whimpering when you feel him kiss your cervix with his swollen tip, over and over and over. “Can– can you…”

“Can I what, pretty flower?” Yoongi rolls his hips a bit faster, feeling his orgasm build too quickly. He wishes he could have days with you like this always. Days to love and worship you from head to toe.

“Choke me.” You manage to say. “Don— don’t wanna breathe.” 

Yoongi growls deep, increasing his speed even more, desperate to fill the deepest part of your glistening folds. He feels you tense underneath, the sounds coming from your mouth are loud enough for your neighbors to hear, but Yoongi stopped giving a fuck about everything around him. 

He places a hand on your throat and squeezes gently, not blocking off your airways completely, but leaving you just enough air to work with. It drives you insane. The more you breathe, his rough thrusts take the air out from your lungs and the process repeats. It feels so good.  

“M-more. Harder.” You barely hear your own words, but Yoongi seems to understand because his dick is moving rapidly inside you, nearly splitting you in two. You wrap both hands around his wrist, loving the heavy weight against your chest. It’ll end too soon and it disappoints you in a way, but you have all the time in the world to make this up. “G-Gonna come.” 

Yoongi nods, concentrating on the way your face scrunches with pleasure. With love. The way your eyes tell him a story. God, Yoongi’s madly in love. “Come, my precious flower.” 

With those final words, you come on his bare slick cock, blossoming in the blissful afterglow. Yoongi doesn’t stop thrusting inside you, but he takes his hand off your throat, kissing your face gently when he sees tears start leaking down your cheeks. 

“It’s okay, you’re okay baby. Breathe for me. Slowly.” Yoongi’s words bring you back down and you throw your arms around him, crying against his shoulder. You don’t even know what invoked this strong emotion to sob your eyes out, but Yoongi allows it, caressing the back of your head. Yoongi doesn’t judge, he only holds you until you settle down. “It’s okay baby, let it out. Breathe, pretty flower.” 

“C-Come inside muh-me, please.” Even after all that, you still beg for him and Yoongi wants to laugh but for your sake and the fact that it’s endearing to him, he delivers accordingly without further questions. 

Right as he’s going to paint your walls white, he pushes himself up with one hand, still holding you with the other. “You sure?”

You’re confused about the sudden question, the tears still decorate your face but then you understand. “Birth control. Just come in me Yoongi, fuck me, fu-fuck.”

Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to regain his brutal pace, fucking you with purpose. Not that he doesn’t want kids in the near future, but he sure as hell doesn’t want any right now. He’s glad you are on the same page but maybe one day the conversation would spark and he wouldn’t want the mother of his kids to be anyone else but you. You were perfect for him. 

“Gonna come.” That’s the only warning you get, then he’s emptying himself inside your tight walls. He doesn’t stop rolling his hips, his slit leaking puddles, until he’s pumped himself dry. With one last thrust, he groans and carefully pulls out. 

He brings you with him, head falling against his chest as he continues to play with your hair, leaving kisses into your bare shoulders. “You okay baby?”

“Perfect. Feel so good.” You mumble into his skin, feeling around his waist. “I’m leaking your come into the sheets though.”

“I’ll take care of it, pretty flower.” You nod sleepily into his chest with a quiet ‘thank you’, feeling completely sated and satisfied, aching with exhaustion. “Sleep baby, I got you.”

With that, you fall deep into the shackles of sleep. Yoongi rubs your back until you completely fall asleep in his arms. He struggles to unwrap himself from your hold, but when he finally succeeds, he tucks you in and kisses your cheek a few times before getting up to clean up after the mess you both created. 

He’s light on his feet, bringing a warm towel to your slick folds and wipes as best he can, being gentle so you could continue to enjoy your sleep. Even like this, you look so beautiful and Yoongi is an extremely lucky man. 

Yoongi makes sure to also pick up the lamp he dropped from earlier as well. He blows out a breath of relief when he notices that the damage is nothing big and nothing that can’t be fixed. He’ll make sure to fix that as soon as he can. 

While he’s out there, Yoongi places the tulips into a vase and fills it with water, placing it near a window where it could grow and blossom beautifully near the sunlight. He even cuts the tips into slants because he had heard somewhere online they last longer that way, making sure to get rid of any dead leaves and petals. Yoongi couldn’t be happier.

After he’s done with the light cleaning, he washes his hands and feels the exhaustion hit him tenfold. He’s careful when placing himself back in bed, lifting your arm and placing himself underneath you. The man smiles when he feels you curl yourself around him, sleeping soundlessly. 

“I love you.” He whispers and even though you don’t say it back Yoongi feels it with the way you melt into his arms. Yoongi falls asleep easily that night. 

…

“Baby.” Yoongi hears someone call him and he ignores it. Sleep calls his name louder and he doesn’t feel like waking up right now so he groans and cuddles deeper into the bedsheets below him, unaware of the life around him. 

“Baby wake up.” You keep calling sweetly and it’s tempting but he persists.

“No. Don’t wanna.” Yoongi grumbles like an old man and you can’t help but to laugh. “Just ten more minutes.”

When you woke up the next morning, you were so thankful Yoongi had kept his promise. Your apartment was flawless and you were as clean as you could be. The tulips looked prettier today as the sun shined on the delicate petals. You even had time to warm the seaweed soup he brought from home and you couldn’t wait to get a taste. The smell alone is delicious and it warmed your home up nicely, you truly couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that this was no longer a dream but your reality. You could definitely get used to this. 

You drop kisses onto his warm cheeks until his eyes flutter open, almost similar to a cat. “There you are.”

Yoongi pulls you into his arms again with quiet noncoherent grumbles and closes his eyes once more. “Give me ten minutes.”

“It’s already been ten.” You whisper lightly laughing. 

“Oh. Ten more then.” You get comfortable on his chest and cuddle for a bit longer because you can’t say no to his cute sleepy self. 

Yoongi starts to sniff the air with curiosity. “Is that the seaweed soup I brought you?” 

“Mhm.” You hum. “Better get up soon before it burns.” 

That manages to be convincing enough and Yoongi forces himself up, with you in his embrace. 

“Wanna wake up like that forever.” He says, voice filled with sleep. 

“You can.” 

Yoongi snaps his heavy eyes towards you. “Are you–”

“Move in with me, Yoongi.” Yes, you skipped every step to this, but nothing was ever to code between you and Yoongi. One thing you were so sure of and that was spending the rest of your life with him. “Please.”

“I- yes, of course.” Yoongi wraps his arms around you for a tight hug, kissing your temple. “I love you. I love you and I’ll prove it to you every single day.” 

“I know, I love you too. I love you.” Those three words come out from your mouths so easily and it’s nice that you no longer have to ever hold back. The man of your dreams is in the palms of your humble home and he’s in love with you. This was better than any dream. 

“Let’s eat?” He says after some time of hugging and kisses being interchanged. 

You nod, letting him take you there. Your kitchen is filled with the cruel aroma of food and your tummy rumbles as you sit comfortably while you wait for him to serve you a bowl of the warm tasty soup. 

“I should be doing that. I’m a terrible host.” Yoongi shakes his head while smiling, the fluff of hair moving with him, then your phone dings. “Hold on, give me a second.” 

Your heart drops when you see it is a Tinder notification from a man you promised to get back to. You look over to find Yoongi serving your bowl, making his way to the table. He leans in puckering slightly and you immediately lean into the sweet sudden kiss while he places your meal in front of you. This Yoongi is new because it wasn’t often you could act domestically towards one another, however this was perfect and just what you needed. 

“Everything okay baby?” Yoongi asks while caressing your soft cheek and you immediately nod in his palm. 

“Yes, everything’s perfect.” You reply in awe. “Thank you Yoongi, for everything.”

For letting me love you and for loving me back. 

The older man just smiles and joins you for the meal. 

It turns out you didn’t need Tinder after all. 

You quickly delete the app off your phone and start to eat with the love of your life, conversation flows while you enjoy each other’s presence and fall deeper in love. 

Alike Yoongi, you couldn’t imagine it happening any other way. You were bound to fall in love, one way or another, but that man was meant to be yours as you were meant to be his.

[melodygatesauthor]

AHHH 2K IM SO HAPPY FOR U 🥳🥳

for the celebration: maybe a blurb about steven x yandere!reader 👀

Oh bitch you fucking KNOW I do

NSFW below the cut - non-con - somnophilia - voyeurism- breeding kink if you squint - I'm probably gonna get some haters for what I do to Steven in this so just settle down and remember that it's ff y'all - f!Reader

You're Steven's new neighbor, and it all starts when you run into him on the elevator heading up to your flat. He holds the door for you and you lose your shit. He's so handsome, he smells like old books and cedar, and he's such a mess you just want to know what he looks like writhing underneath you. Your body is shaking with excitement after meeting him for the first time. Holy fucking SHIT you need him.

So you bide your time, following him to work, keeping your distance so he doesn't know you're following him. You watch him picking the spinach from his wrap out of his teeth when he's walking home after talking with his street performer friend. You watch him go into his apartment, breaking your line of sight.

You can hear him from the laundry room jerking himself off and moaning pathetically. What a waste of his delicious cum when you know it's getting spilt into a tissue, just getting tossed aside when it could be inside of you.

When just listening isn't enough, you're staring wide-eyed into his window on the fire escape, watching him slide his palm over his erection. You're drooling on yourself while you plunge two fingers deep into your soaking cunt. You can see him just a little through the gap in his curtains, huffing and panting while he gets closer.

You're so tired of seeing him fuck himself when he could be fucking you.

So you wait until you know he's asleep and you sneak in through his window. You take a moment to take in his apartment, enjoying his scent and being surrounded by his belongings. Steven's a heavy sleeper, you learned this ages ago. So tying him up was easy.

When he finally wakes up, you're straddling him, gliding your dripping folds along his half-hard cock. You make sure to duct tape his mouth closed so his sounds will be muffled. You know Steven though, he would still be noisy as all hell.

He looks terrified at first, so you shush him and touch his cheek gently.

"Steven it's okay, it's me, your girlfriend."

You lean forward, kissing his cheek and wasting no time filling yourself with his fat cock. You groan and grunt, bouncing on top of him. You look at him, seeing his eyes roll back while you fuck him harder.

"Mm, feels good doesn't it Steven? I know just what you like, been watching you for a long time."

You move your hips in the same way you'd seen him move his hand. Slowly at first, but then faster and faster, and then slow again. You kiss his throat, hearing him crying a little. You chuckle, licking away his tears.

"You're the most precious thing Steven, can't stand the thought of anyone else having you, so you're mind now."

"This cock was made for me, it was made to fill me up, not letting you waste another drop of cum in a fucking tissue."

"I want you to pump that hot cum in my tight little pussy Steven, I wanna be so full it's flooding out of me."

"I don't take birth control you know? Not since I started following you. Gonna give you a fucking hockey team, gonna make you a daddy honey."

When Steven comes, he's breathing deeply, just as you'd seen him do before. He's panting, bucking his hips upward and slamming into you. It feels so good you nearly pass out from your own climax. When you come down from you high, you rip the tape from Steven's mouth.

"Oh god-oh god-oh god!" He's shouting. "You...you tied m-me up and-and-y-you...!"

"Steven, my sweet darling, are you really going to act like this isn't exactly what you wanted?" You kiss down his chest, and he moans, arching his body upward toward you.

"You precious whiny thing..."

Your first time together might've been a shock to him, but it doesn't take long for Steven to start seeing things your way...

Melody's 2k Celebration Masterlist

[python333]

Hey author. I loved your father's day card post. But how would L.V. , Konig and Alex react to getting father's day cards too or how would Kate and Farah react to getting mothers day cards. Anyways you don't have to write it but enjoy your day.

alejandro, könig, alex, and kate reacting to receiving father's/mother's day cards from [reader] — python333

— — — —

synopsis just as the title says, some more people receiving father's/mother's day cards! you can see the first part with task force 141 here!

relationships platonic!alejandro & gn!reader, platonic!könig & gn!reader, platonic!alex & gn!reader, platonic!kate & gn!reader.

characters alejandro, könig, alex, kate.

warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign], reader intended to be 16/17-20/21 but can be interpreted as older as long as they're still below 24 [just so that the hcs make more sense!], might be ooc :{

note hi anon!! tysm for the request, like ive said before ive never actually played cod (yet i write ff of them, i know) instead i watch playthroughs so im not as familiar with some of these characters, so i really hope theyre not too ooc!! i also didn't write in rodolfo or farah because i didnt know what to write for them :{ so sorry! again, this is all just straight fluff, so enjoy :3

ALEJANDRO VARGAS

➥ honestly finds it very endearing.

➥ obviously it catches him a little off guard, and he has to actually process that you gave him a father’s day card, but right after he finds it very endearing.

➥ he’s surprised but not surprised at the same time that you gave him the card.

➥ like he knows and is aware that he has a tendency of acting more paternal towards you than others, but really? you gave him a card?

➥ he won’t cry or anything but his voice will definitely waver a bit while he thanks you for the card.

➥ he’ll give you a nice hug and everything too.

➥ maybe a small kiss on the forehead if you’re lucky. maybe.

➥ he doesn’t know where to put the card at first, because obviously he’s not gonna throw it out, so he just ends up putting it in a folder and tucking that folder with the rest of the important folders he has in his office.

➥ he starts calling you things like ’cielite’ and ’pollito’ more than your actual call sign.

➥ which, the others notice, but he couldn’t care less.

➥ he’ll have the same reaction every time you give him a father’s day card, if you ever give him more than one.

➥ maybe after the tenth or twelfth one, he’ll get used to it. but otherwise he’ll have that same ‘wait, they gave me a father’s day card?’ reaction every time.

—

You stared at the card in your hand nervously, your eyes darting from Alejandro, who sat in his office unaware of your presence right outside of the door, and back to the card. It shouldn’t be that hard to give it to him—he probably wouldn’t even be that shocked. It’s not like it’s a huge deal or anything, giving the card to him, right? It’s just a card. It’s just a card.

After a few more moments of hyping yourself up to give him the card, you’d finally sighed and knocked on the door to his office. Almost immediately, Alejandro called out, “¡Entra!”

You took another deep breath and opened the door, hiding the card behind your back as you walked in and closed the door behind you. Alejandro looked up from his desk and upon seeing you, a small grin split across his face.

“Well, hello, [c/n],” He greeted you, noticing your arm that went behind your back, but not commenting on it, “Did you need something?”

“Uh…” It was like all your words had left you, but refusing to back out of this now, you simply nodded and pulled your hand out from behind your back and held the card out to him, face down so that he couldn’t read the words on the front. Alejandro looked at the card curiously and gently grabbed it, turning it around to read the front.

He mouthed the words as he read them, ’¡Feliz Día del Padre!’, and took a moment to actually process the words before his grin grew and he opened the card. He read the few, short words written on the inside, and closed the card, looking at the front once again. He stared at it for a few seconds, leaving you to just stand there and watch as he read the same sentence over and over again, before he stopped and set the card down on his desk.

Before you could question him, he stood up and hugged you tightly, making you freeze for a second before hugging him back. His chin came down to rest on your head as he hugged you, and he kept you like that for a while before pressing a small kiss to the top of your head and pulling away from the hug. He kept his hands on the sides of your upper arms, his thumbs rubbing small circles into your skin as he looked down at you and murmured, “Thank you, mi cielite, that meant a lot to me.”

“I could kind of tell,” You muttered, making Alejandro chuckle softly and look back at the card on his desk. He turned back to you and squeezed your arms gently before letting go completely.

“When did you get it?” Alejandro asked curiously, nodding to the card, “The card.”

“About a week ago.”

His eyes widened, “And you waited this long to give it to me?”

“Wasn’t sure if you’d like it.”

Alejandro scoffed, “Wasn’t sure if I’d— [c/n], I love it, it’s perfect, and I’m going to keep it forever.”

“Well I know that now.”

“I can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t like it.”

“I thought you might not like it,” You clarified.

“Eso es lo mismo—” Alejandro started to argue, before letting out a huff and shaking his head, “Don’t hesitate to get me something like that ever again. I adore it.”

“Noted.”

—

KÖNIG

➥ he might actually melt into a puddle of goop.

➥ he’s usually not soft for anyone, much less paternal, but it was a completely different story with you.

➥ so when you give him that card he just straight up goes completely soft.

➥ it’s not the usual kind of soft he is with you, which is typically just him being less hard on you and calling you things like ’mäuschen’ or ’liebling’, no, this is him just straight up malfunctioning.

➥ he finds it very sweet and will protect that card forever (trust me he told me himself).

➥ if anyone dares even touch the card he’ll slap their hand away immediately and will tell them to fuck off.

➥ the only acception is maybe horangi.

➥ he’ll tear up a little bit, not enough for it to be noticeable to you but it’s definitely noticeable to him.

➥ he’s very surprised that you got him the card, doesn’t see it coming at all.

➥ he’ll definitely hug you.

➥ while he hugs you, he’ll be muttering little things like ’you’re such a sweetheart, just the sweetest thing, i definitely didn’t deserve that card, thank you so much, you’re too sweet.’ all in german on loop so all you can hear is just straight word vomit and you can barely make out the words he’s saying but you can still understand it, not from the words but from the way he tightly hugs you and the way his voice wavers and softens when he talks.

➥ he keeps the card in his office, in a locked drawer in his desk, just so that nobody can touch it.

➥ similar to alejandro, starts calling you little terms of endearment in german more than your actual call sign.

➥ it never really shocks anyone when he starts almost exclusively calling you ’mäuschen’ and ’liebling’, so if he just refers to you as one of the two, they know who he’s talking about.

—

You waited in the hall outside of the recovery room, knowing König was in there, just resting there for a few hours until he had to get to his next assignment. You looked down at the card in your hand, reading the ’Alles Gute zum Vatertag!’ on the front, and reading it again, and again, and—you need to stop stalling.

You sighed quietly and took a deep breath before opening the door to the recovery room, spotting König on one of the couches, reading a book that practically looked like a pamphlet in his hands. His eyes snapped up and over to the door where you stood awkwardly in the doorway and eventually stepped completely into the room, making your way over to the silent colonel.

He watched silently as you walked over to the couch, holding a card in one of your hands, the blank side facing him so that he couldn’t see what it said on the front. You didn’t know what to say so you just sort of stood there, awkwardly. Did I mention how awkward it was? I’ll say it again. God, it was so awkward.

Eventually, König cleared his throat and nodded to the card, looking up at you as if asking ‘what is that?’. You silently held out the card to him, hoping he would just take it so that you could run off and die in a hole so that you never had to see him again. Right as he took it, you started to do just that, slowly walking away before his hand caught your wrist and looked at you pointedly, daring you to leave.

“Don’t go yet,” He said quietly, not looking at the card yet, “Explain what you just handed to me.”

“Read it,” You replied simply, not giving him an explanation just yet. He raised an eyebrow at you and glanced back at the card in his hand before letting go of your wrist and opening the card with both hands, not bothering to read the front. His eyebrows furrow and draw together in confusion as he reads the inside, before he realizes he should probably read the front and closes the card to read the front and— oh God.

He blinked down at the words on the front for a moment, and his eyes softened almost immediately, as well as his posture. He might as well have just melted right there, like a goopy idiot, but all you could see was him softening up a bit while reading the card silently.

You waited anxiously for him to say something, anything, but instead he silently got up and set the card down onto the couch. You could barely get a word out of your mouth before he pulled you into a tight, almost suffocating bear hug, burying his face into the top of your head. Hesitantly, you hugged him back, which only really served to make him hug you tighter. You arms barely went above his waist, while he had to bend down a bit to hug you properly, and the size difference made his mind race even faster because all he could think about was how small you were compared to him.

He pulled his face up from your head and instead lifted you up, making you gasp quietly at the sudden movement and instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. He tightly wrapped his arms around your much smaller frame and tucked your head under his chin, muttering small, incomplete sentences under his breath.

“Du bist einfach das Süßeste, mein Gott, du bist so ein Herzchen, viel zu lieb, um in der Armee zu kämpfen—" He murmured, his words practically inaudible to you, but you could still understand a few of the words and could piece together what he was saying from that.

“Why?” He asked softly after he was done with his muttering, making you wonder what he was asking, until a second later when you realized he was asked why you gave him the card.

You shrugged, mumbling, “Just felt like it.”

“Well…” König looked over at the card on the couch before saying, “Thank you, mäuschen. I love it.”

“I’m glad you do.”

—

ALEX “ECHO 3-1” KELLER

➥ he audibly lets out an ‘awwww’.

➥ he finds it so sweet and will cherish it forever.

➥ he’ll give you a nice, firm hug and tells you how much he appreciates it.

➥ be sure to give him one of those super cheesy father’s day cards.

➥ like one with a pun on it or a dad joke.

➥ he starts calling you his kid. like straight up refers to you as either his kid or just ‘the kid’.

➥ he probably starts acting the most like an actual dad out of everyone in this post tbh.

➥ he starts jokingly saying language after you swear, only to start cussing like a second later.

➥ oh god the dad jokes he starts telling you too.

➥ the dad jokes.

➥ he doesn’t tear up at all, but he does have a smile on his face for the rest of the day. maybe even the rest of the week.

➥ he’ll keep the card in his back pocket and just carry it around wherever he goes.

—

You looked around the corner, looking at Alex, who was sitting on the couch just scrolling through his phone. He hadn’t noticed you, despite the twenty-something times you’d looked around the corner, trying to build up your confidence to give him the card. You looked down at the card, the simple ‘happy father’s day!’ and pun on the front staring right back at you.

You looked over at Alex again before sighing and turning the corner completely, walking into the small recreational room, trying to take deep breaths while you walked over to the couch. Alex noticed you walking over to him and looked up from his phone, giving you a friendly smile and greeting you with a simple, “Hey, [c/n].”

You nodded in return and he tilted his head curiously at your silent greeting, before he looked down at your hands and noticed the card in one of them. Before he could ask anything further, you held the card out to him, looking away from him as you did, making him raise an eyebrow at your very odd behavior.

“Okay, then,” He muttered, gingerly taking the card, flipping it over to read the front. He reads the three bold words on the front quickly, and once he’s processed them, a bright grin takes over his face. You looked back over at him, just to make sure he’s not disappointed or anything, only to see him looking back up at you and getting up to hug you.

He pulled you into a tight bear hug, making you let out an audible ’oof’, but you still hugged him back.

“Thank you for the card,” He said graciously, “I love it.”

“You do?”

“Of course I do,” Alex scoffed, before pulling away from the hug and putting both of his hands on your shoulders, “It means a lot to me that you thought to give me a card, kiddo.”

“... You’re welcome, then.”

Alex simply smiled and gave you one last tight hug before picking the card up and off of the couch, instead putting it into his back pocket. He looked back at you and said, “I’m gonna go show it off to Farah now, and make her all jealous.”

You huffed out a small laugh and responded, “You do that, then.”

—

KATE LASWELL

➥ she’s honestly not that surprised.

➥ she’s definitely aware that you think of her as a sort of mother figure, and before you give her the card, she’s kind of neutral about that.

➥ like she doesn’t mind it, but she also won’t feed into it that much.

➥ that is, until you give her the card.

➥ she’ll be dead silent at first when you hand it to her and you almost want to take the card back and just run away so that you never have to see her again.

➥ but then she gives you a warm smile and says ‘thank you, i appreciate this’.

➥ she won’t tear up or anything, but she’ll still give you a nice hug.

➥ she shows her wife the card and pretends like it’s not a big deal to her but it definitely is.

➥ she keeps the card back at her house, right on top of her bedside table (like a normal fucking person, she doesn’t keep it in her office or stuffs it into a jacket).

➥ her wife demands to meet you after kate shows her the card, by the way.

—

”Come in!” Kate called out, just a second after you knocked on the door to her office. You let out a shaky breath and hid the ‘happy mother’s day!’ card you had brought with you behind your back, opening the door to her office and tentatively walking in. Kate didn’t look up from her computer just yet, and instead motioned for you to sit in the chair across from hers.

You nodded even though she wasn’t looking at you and closed the door behind you, quickly walking over to the chair in front of her desk and sitting down. Only then did she look up from her computer and over at you.

“Hi, [c/n],” She took off her rectangle frame glasses and set them down, “What’d you come in here for?”

“Just, uh…” You started, before trailing off and just opting to set the card on her desk in front of her, face down. She raised an eyebrow at you, questioning what the card was before touching it. You simply gestured for her to read it and she sighed, putting her glasses back on and flipping the card over to reveal the words on the front.

Her eyebrows raised at the text but she didn’t say anything just yet, instead opening the card to read the few short written words on the inside. She closed the card back up again and instead stared at the front, reading the ‘happy mother’s day!’ text over and over again.

“... I can take it back if you don’t like it—” You began to offer, only for Kate to hold up a finger to cut you off, effectively silencing you. She doesn’t look up until a few moments later, when she sets the card down and looks over at you with a small smile gracing her lips. The smile makes you relax a bit in your seat.

That relaxation was thrown out the window just a second later when Kate said, “Get up,” and stood up from her seat.

You quickly followed her orders and stood up from your seat, prepared to leave if she asked you to, when you were suddenly being embraced by her. You took a moment to hug her back but you do eventually, hesitantly wrapping your arms around Kate.

She kept you in the hug and even tightened her hold on you whilst she whispered, “Thank you for the card. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem.”

[problematicraccoon]

doing the dr incorrect quote thing because it gives me serotonin and i desperately need that atm

(for my main skz dr <3)

Jeongin (on twt): like this for a tbh

Jeongin: (tags me) tbh u kinda ugly

me: I DIDNT EVEN REPLY

Chris: why're you crying?

me, sniffling: just cutting some onions

Chris: those are potatoes

Seungmin: you can never lose an argument if you say "shut up nerd" at the end

me: no you cant

Seungmin: shut up nerd

Jisung: crushes are the worst.

me: i know right? every time im around them i get all stupid

Jisung: but you're stupid all the time

me: yeah. dont think too hard about that

Minho: nice ass. sorry about the mental illness

me: thank you king

me, about Felix and Changbin: he's not just sOmE gUy, he's my GIRLFRIEND

me: can i be frank with you guys

Hyunjin: sure but i dont see how changing your name is gonna help

Felix: can i still be Felix?

Hyunjin: shh, Frank is speaking

me: please. please leave me alone

Jisung: (in the corner of my room at 3am eating a kitkat bar the wrong way)

me: what do you WANT. PLEASE JUST STOP

me: i have Evil Autism. my special interest is being a hater and i stim by starting fights and engaging in shitty discourse with random strangers on the internet

Minho: no you're not you're just a dick

me, when the guys are on tour, leaving me unsupervised in the house: im in your cupboards nibbling on shit. im scurrying im scurrying. im back to nibbling.

also me when the guys leave me unsupervised,

Chris, texting me: are you behaving?

me: NOPE. chewing on electrical cords as we speak

Chris: ffs alyssa

me: >:)

Seungmin: request for you to not be a bitch

me: request denied

Felix: all odd numbers have an e in them

me: Lee Felix it is 3am

Felix: t-h-r-E-E, f-i-v-E, o-n-E

me: GO TO SLEEP

the guys @ each other: love wins! i am sleeping with your girlfriend

Jeongin: if i blended monster energy, red bull, five hour energy, hot cheetos in an energy smoothie, would it kill me?

me, shrugging: only if you die

Jeongin, getting out the blender: you're so smart lyssa

Chris, sprinting into the room: JEONGIN NO

[matrose]

dashboard from an alternate world where children of time series is big on tumblr

🌠isal41n

are we gonna adress how toxic kern was in regards to meshner or are we just gonna continue worshipping that evil bitch lmfao

🌌🔁lesbianspider

Says the person with a Lain url? As if she didn’t literally manipulate Holsten and also BABYTRAP HIM. Check your own faves first maybe, Ignoramus

🌄nodian-org

one reblog = one forehead kiss for senkovi :3

🎆h0lsten

"more morally grey women in media!!" you guys couldnt even handle isa lain

🌃octopi-in-the-sky

if i have to see another fucking person shipping senk////iel im gonna end it all. its not cute and senkovi didnt even like him and hes asexual so?????

🌇🔁s3nkiels

ok first of all he can be asexual and still be with yusuf and its not even confirmed so maybe do some research second of all youre being limiting and homophobic and you might as well just stop reading these books because theyre not FOR YOU. third of all if you maybe take a

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🏞️miranda-lain

guys i‘m crying about lain and holsten again ☹️

🎇oldearth-angel01✅✅✅

A NEW FEELING (PART 7) [18+]

AVRANA KERN x FEM!READER

A/N: You Guys wouldn‘t stop asking for another part so I am here to humbly deliver! Hope you like it and thanks to Bun for beta-reading, as always! 💜

Wordcount: 4.7k

Kern - no, you were supposed to call her Avrana now - smiled her sardonic smile at you, her lips curling. "Do you really understand what you are

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🩻com-putergirls

"more morally grey women in media!!" you guys couldnt even handle dr. avrana kern

🌁meshn3rs

just posted my new lante/kern/meshner ff on ao3 🙈🙈 nsfw warning y‘all 😝

🎑kalveenrani

guysss its so hard being like the only fan of a character 😭😭 why is there no content for my girl rani 😭

🌅lanterma

portia and bianca are sooo wuthering heights coded for real

[scoonsalicious]

Mother Pookie, i can’t believe you did it!! THE UNWANTED SERIES HAS FINALLY COME TO AN END (well we still have some naughty naughty smutshots but still it’s the end of the main story!!!)😫😫🩷🩷😭😭

The ending brought me to tears! BUT DAYYUM, hornayy pocket?!😏 on the balcony?!😏😏 mhmmmmmmmm (plus both of them r so cute!! calling eachother baby, honey kyaaa!! its so sweet that ants are crawling into my phone)

real footage of bucky on a conquest to defile their apartment (from the kitchen to the bathroom to the stairs to the balcony to the living room to the open yard to the roof, on the kitchen counter on the floor on the table on the couch on the bed on the tub on the wall, in front of steve, sideways, frontways, backways, downways, backways, everyways)

Chapter 29 is sooooo gooood. The talk is everything, and the last revelation/betrayal?! I KNEW IT. STEVE YOU MOTHERFUCKER. I TOLD YOU TO BACK THE FUCK OFF.

The audacity for him to question why Pocket forgive Buckbaby but not him? U R THE PROBLEM STEVE?! DON U GET IT? If it weren’t for you, ALL of this wouldn’t happened. She lost Buckybaby because of you, she lost her actual unborn baby because of you, she lost to her spiral BECAUSE of YOU! That fucking bastard. Do you know how fucked up it is? (flashing back to the chapter he almost slept with pocket). Steve thinks too highly of himself. All he ever did was for himself, not Pocket. Selfish. FULL. STOP.

His reason was because Bucky apparently in the 40s never been in a long-lasting relationship? That he’s (buckbaby) gonna get bored. FFS. THAT IS NOT UP FOR YOU TO DECIDE AND CONTROL. What a jerk. And then fantasising to be the ✨‘knight in shining armour’✨? RIDDICULUS. (even then he’s using Bucky as a reason and not himself, point — selfish)

He never respect their relationship. CAP. He’s a douche friend. I take back all of my words that I love his action (because he didn’t pounce on Pocket by listening to her rant) I DON’T (i can’t believe i was being optimistic at this dude😭) Now it makes soooo much sense why he’s guilty (and not pouncing at her). Why he acts like a ‘goody two shoes’, in front Pocket, thinking it will make her ‘loves’ him. He’s holding himself, again, not for her, but for himself. For his wants. That’s why he didn’t want Bucky to replaced Sammy because he wanted to be her knight in shining armour. (plus the thought of the couple getting back together must’ve crossed his mind, he fears that, but he hoped, he hopes onto the fact which he didn’t know the story fully that Bucky fucked cuntsy, a factor he could use to convince himself that he had a chance with pocket and use it as a reason, again, selfish, ANOTHER DELUSIONAL)

And his apology… man it was sooooo… bland. No remorse. None. Zero. Nada. It’s like he’s not even putting an effort to be guilty. He thought apologising would make Pocket change her mind and forgive him (igniting the hope inside him that he has a chance with her, being her knight in shining armour again), BUT HE THOUGHT WRONG. Sucks to be you Steve.

STEVE IS A BAD FRIEND I REPEAT STEVE IS A BAD FRIEND. HE IS DELUSIONAL. ANOTHER DELUSIONAL IN THE GROUP.

It has been such a ride, waking up early in the morning to read this amazing series, critically thinking theories and cursing at cunthage, steve and at some point buckbaby. Also crying to myself because i don’t have a bucky barnes to hold me😂. Thank you thank you thank you for having me as your reader and replying to my overdramatic messages😂 I am a bucky barnes girl, i can’t get mad at him, he’s everything (he’s at fault, im not defending him, but that’s what make him even more lovable, the fact that he has flaws and trying hard to fix himself, he deserve to be happy, and like what Pocket therapist said, don’t think back about the past, what important is the present and future)

I love Pocket, I love Bucky, and I love you Mother Pookie.🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

I can’t wait for WFLT, those smutshots and other projects you’re planning in the future.🩷🩷🩷

Hi, Pookie!

I know! I can't believe we're here at the end! Or, rather, the end of this chapter of Bucky and Pocket's story. I have so much more planned. I really do.

Of COURSE Pocket is horny AF; it's literally be a year since she and Bucky had sex and she. is. tired. of. it! She is severely lacking in Vitamin D and it is affecting her health, lol. Heavy deficiency over here. Like, it's adorable they're being sweet with each other, but she is ready for some spice, iykwim. I also think she's so hazed with horny that it completely slipped her mind that Tony would 100% be able to see her have sex with Bucky on the balcony, lol. Poor man doesn't need the trauma.

Speaking of sweet: Please watch your phone and make sure to clean it extensively from all the sweetness, lol.

Okay, this--?

"real footage of bucky on a conquest to defile their apartment (from the kitchen to the bathroom to the stairs to the balcony to the living room to the open yard to the roof, on the kitchen counter on the floor on the table on the couch on the bed on the tub on the wall, in front of steve, sideways, frontways, backways, downways, backways, everyways)"

Had me CACKLING, and completely reminded me of this, which then caused me to go down a Jimmy Kimmel v. Matt Damon and reminded me that it's the greatest fake feud of all time, lol.

Pookie, I am so glad you loved the story, and I am so glad you took the time out of your schedule to read and respond, to engage and be part of the process! I can't wait to share more with you going forward!

[xeeljii]

ur best writer in joost fandom….. I mean a red all ff, BUT YOURS…..🙇‍♀️

u r so sweet im gonna cry :((((( im happy u like how i write fr i try very hard <33333 THANKS :D

[taegularities]

Rid you're crazyyyyyyyyyyy

just finished cmi11 IM FUCKING CRYING holy shit that was so good oh god

first of all the conversation between oc and her mom made me cry so hard- it hit home for me, as a girlie with mommy issues, that part felt so real to me. Oc's courage to stand up for herself like that and tell her how much she hurt her own daughter is something i dont have in me. It broke my fucking heart, that yearning feeling, i cant believe you put that specific feeling into words rid [are u part of the mommy issues community as well🧐 or are u just that amazing, a true fucking artist (i saw that anon calling you the beyonce of ff and i agree 100%)] idk how to describe my feelings rn, that part definitely left a mark in my heart, ill never forget it

second the domesticity in these two dorks oh my goddddd they're driving me crazy, theyre so cute and in love and im in love with them and i want to cry bc i want what they have but bc irl men suck the hopeless romantic in me is gonna have to live through fanfics for the rest of my life and that makes me fucking miserable but bless the fanfic gods like you that keep my soul alive, idk what id do without you

lastly that scareeeeee oh god like i knew itd be a negative but it had my heart beating out of my ass (idk if thats a phrase) but the way they handled it oh god, the emotionsssssss the fears and insecurities, just reminded me that theyre human, even if theyre the most fucking adorable characters ever, theyre still human and i loved seeing such nuance. You really are doing an amazing job rid, not only writing the story, scenes and dialogue, but also the way you write these characters in such depth, its so fucking refreshing to see.

i want to kiss your beatiful head that holds your beautiful brain, seriously ive never ever been so enchanted by a piece of writing before (and i read so much fanfiction its like an addiction) you are by far my strongest fix. For real tho, your writing, and particularly cmi has touched me deeply and I'll never ever forget it. So thank you

Rest assured and stop doubting yourself bc youre seriously incredible and so fucking talented. Now rest up and take care of yourself, i imagine its not easy to birth such work (i mean 36k you monster, i loved every second of it but damn girl take a break before you burn your brain out) but no srsly i hope youre eating well, sleeping well and doing things that make you happy and relaxed. You deserve all the best of this world rid🫂🩷

sincerely ~ 🐼✒️anon

panda hi hello oh my gosh, sorry for being late, but you mentioned so many important things, so i wanted to take my time HELLO!! never stop sending these lovely af reviews 🥺

i know... she really is inspiring bc the courage to stand up against someone you feared for so long is admirable. i'm part of both the mommy and daddy issues community even though it's gotten a lot better lol like i wonder why it's such a recurring theme in my fics 🤣 i'm so sorry you could relate to oc :( but i'm glad you liked the scene so much.

and ahhh the domesticity 🤧 it's been so so fun and relaxing to write!! real life romance can be hard to find, yeah :') so i guess writing these scenes and chapters has been extra cathartic (although it drives me crazy, too — the next chapter has been making me so jejfhdjjsgd), but here's to finding a cmi jk irl soon :') much more to come!!!🕯️

the scare was one hell of a ride 🥺 i cried a lot!! and even i have been realising lately that i sometimes try to make my characters flawless, but that's actually not what i wanna go for. i always snap out of it and then try to make them flawed bc they're human, and i think the cmi couple, despite how endearing they are, is definitely vv flawed :') thank you for pointing that out 🥺

your strongest fix?? girl PLEASE ILL CRY 😭💔 i love you so much, you're so sweet for saying that and seeing me in such a way, pls i want you here forever <3 i rested a lot after cmi11! but ngl, cmi11.5 almost burned me out ksjdhehd gonna rest even more after that hehe. tyssssm, i hope you're well and healthy and i appreciate you so much for your kindness, reassurances and love for this series/me. love you so much 🤍

[stewpid-soup]

I JUST WENT TO A REGINA SPEKTOR CONCERT LIKE-

I’ve listened to her before, minimally, but i feel like i was always doing something else without paying full attention. I enjoyed the beat of her music because it made my brain feel good. The words are good, obviously, but I don’t think I really listened.

Seeing her live? Holy shit. I’ve never felt so entranced by something. Like normally when I enjoy something I’m stimming a lot and super excited. Sure, I’ve been exhausted recently and in a lot of pain bc of my fibromyalgia. BUT, normally things I enjoy tend to take my mind off of things to the point where it feels like I have adrenaline distracting me from my actual tiredness.

Today, however, speaking was hard because I wanted to catch every second of the song. I was excited for the show, but I was worried since I didn’t know a lot of her music. It didn’t even matter if I knew the song, I was swaying and tapping along to the piano. I brought sound proof headphones to help with the crowd and lower the volume with the actual music but damn- I still heard every beautiful line. Her laugh was gorgeous and goofy but it made me feel like she was talking to me. She was so sweet and just had such a comforting aura.

Fuck man, I could keep going about every detail sbout the concert. And I don’t mean any of this in a creepy stalker way, just she’s such an amazing human being. I may not know her for the person behind the curtains, but she just seems so sweet and kind. Ffs, she went on a ramble about how she didn’t wanna kill a bug that landed on the piano. She sang a song in dedication for Ukraine and all their hardships and the hope for a peaceful resolution. Part of the money that her merch makes is going to a good charity (as far as i know) that supports Ukrainians one on one. It’s called like Ukraine-something-Jane? I don’t remember, but fuck. I’ve never felt so seen and appreciated by a stranger before, especially a popular artist I enjoy.

All in all, 10/10 experience. Especially for a first concert!! Definitely gonna listen to like- all of her music a billion times over to relive this.

(A little bummed I didn’t get to hear Two Birds but u win some u lose some /lh)

Small rant timeee (disability access, assholes, just frustrations)

so me, my mum, and my dad weren’t told that seats with wheelchair accessibility meant only ONE other person could be with you. it was so frustrating, and i didnt think i was gonna wanna cry within the first few minutes of my first concert. my dad had to stand in the like sections between seating that would get cleared occasionally for like 20-30 minutes before a lady told him he could sit with us until intermission was over. so he did, but them the concert started and no one told him to leave nor did anyone else who was going to take up the TWO empty seats beside us come. The dude talking to us was like “im sorry i cant let anyone else, only one person” and my mum was literally telling him “we had no idea, no one told me when i called in to ask abt accessibility seating” and just GGSSKHCHMXGNSJFDUR

anyways eating dinner <3

[crowhyun]

Hi crow!! Just wanted to check up on you! How's everything? Are you feeling ok? Any big changes in life you'd like to share? I hope you're doing great. Srsly. I rly do

Its been awhile since ive been on tumblr and when i say awhile i mean its been like mayb 2 years 💀. I still rmb when i first started reading ffs on tumblr, u were one of the first few i read and really really liked. I remember going through so many of your works after reading my first from you. Throughout the period of time when i was active on tumblr i wld always check to see if you posted anyt new and just reread ur works over and over again. I genuinely loved them so much!

The last time i was properly on tumblr, i found out u deactivated ur old acc and had recently opened this current acc. Which was crazy long ago, and that is precisely how long i havent been on tumblr. Ofc me getting busy w school was one of the main reasons i became inactive, but u also being inactive/ getting ur writers block also played a part. Pls pls plsss dont take this the wrong way, i just wanted u to know that i really do enjoy your work!

If im not mistaken, i came back on tumblr bc i was looking to reread one of ur taehyun ffs but i couldnt find ur old acc and i was panicking like crazy. Thankfully i found your new acc n found the ff i was looking for shortly after. Im telling u the sense of relief i felt when i found ur acc, crazy. U are literally the only acc i rmb now, genuinely.

Yk one of the ffs i was really looking forward to was wired hearts (i think u refer it as AI taehyun?) It really caught my eye and peaked my interest when i saw the teaser and was crazyly looking forward to it. I even sent in an ask just to find out if u were planning on continuing it if u could repost the teaser. I was a little sad when u said u didnt really know where it was going n wasnt sure how to go about it and that u probably werent gonna post it. I was looking through ur asks and saw a few ppl asking about ai taehyun (cmiiw but i am talking abt the same thing right?) and u said u were working on it(?). I was rly happy to see that and again am looking forward to it if u decide to work on it! Again dont take this the wrong way, and dont feel pressured or anyt! (Cough cough would still love to see the teaser again at some point :''), pls dont feel pressured abt it tho)

Anyways, i came on tumblr tdy rly j by chance and the first post i see is one from u!! I was rly happy to see ur user first thing whn i opened tumblr i checked ur profile to see what youve been up to and found out youve also been inactive for a pretty long time. So i j wanted to check on u while u were here! It seems like many things hv changed in ur life, like u arent a flight attendant anym??? my memory is still stuck at that point of time 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Again i hope you're doing well. Dont be too hard on yourself and always remember there are always ppl supporting thing even behind the anon user! Lots and lots of love 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

(ps. Sorry for the super long msg😅, love u!)

(pps. Sorry if theres any typos or sentences that dont make sense, did read through what i wrote😅😅, again love u lots! 🩷🩷🩷)

Okay so, I woke up randomly at like 7 am and decided to check Tumblr bcs I'm a technology obsessed Gen z and omggggg 😭 this is gonna make me cry

Like why are we fated

I really do want to keep writing, and I've started up some works, so be prepared to have some put this week! I also really do what to continue with AI Taehyun bcs I've had a pretty good prompt in my head for a while and it's a bit angsty, but I love writing angst, it's just that one will probably be longer, so maybe around 7k-10k words I just gotta LOCK IN

And as for my life, I'm doing pretty good! I'm in school now, studying medica laboratory science alongside a pre-med track, so it's fine for my freshman year, but I do know that it's going to get quite rigorous soon enough so wish me luck hehe. I also miss yapping on here about drama in my life, and I wanna get back to that too lol

And do not worry about sending long messages, I LOVE to read them, and they make me so happy! You've really pushed me further into wanting to get back on here to post frequently, and I'm really going to set my sights on doing so. I miss Tumblr and I miss yall, so although I won't be posting everyday, I'll try my hardest to post at least once a week!

Also, Thanksgiving break is starting tomorrow, and then after that, it's presentations and exams, so I'll also be kinda busy with studying 😅 I'll Mae it work tho

[passionfruitmango]

Gonna do a vent post, thank you if you choose to read, I respect if you choose to keep scrolling! 💖

Oh my god today is so hard. Even finding the words to describe is embarrassingly hard.

Kinda broke down to my boss this morning. I don't know if I had a full mental break but I got really close. I want to say she heard me but I also have this feeling that until I'm screaming and crying my mental health isn't taken seriously.

I'm tired of consistently starting my week having to finish someone else's job before I can even start mine, so many of the previous shifts assigned job duties have become mine (because obviously your fryer won't heat up if the vents aren't fuckimg turned on, among countless other things) and I have been telling my boss for going on a year now where this coworker needs to be talked to about improvement. This person is the type to improve in one area and drastically reduce in another. Why do they still have a job genuinely? Because my boss is more worried about finding someone to replace them than writing them up for their mistakes. Boss is "scared they'll quit" LIKE FUCKING GOOD. PLEASE. LET THEM GO.

Any time the morning shift coworker does something theyre "supposed to" it's like they find a way to do it wrong enough that it makes more work for me. What has me fucked up is this coworker ASKED ME TO TEACH THEM WHAT I WANT LEFT FOR ME WHEN I COME IN, I TAUGHT THIS COWORKER, AND THEY BLATANTLY DISREGARDED MY TEACHING UPON DOING IT THEMSELF. so why waste my fucking time? Disrespectful as fuck.

I genuinely have gotten past the point of rage to full blown dissociating. It's either that or I'm crying as I'm trying to do my job.

Could I tolerate this all if I at least got some kind of positive reinforcement from someone with a title or even a teammate? Possibly.

Am I aware I deserve better than this job has me feeling? Gods yes but we all know when you live in a small town and have been working somewhere for eons, it's not exactly easy to find another job at the same base pay youre currently at.

Idk. Boss told me they'll take it upon themself to make sure everything is done but that's not the point. That's a band aid fix and I told them that (im also almost certain we had the same discussion 6 months ago and here I am again) If I come in tomorrow and have to deal with the same shit I've been dealing with for the last year? I'm just going home. I have hundreds of hours of sick time, im going to start using them when I'm sick of the shit I'm dealing with. Ffs im not getting a prize or even a happy team of coworkers by burning myself like this. "If I don't do it-who will" headass stupid fucking expression I used to gaslight myself into thinking this is okay

ITS FUCKING NOT OKAY. I'm stressed in my personal life and need change and the fact I've had to spell that shit out to my boss countless times??? Fuck outta here I could take a month off with solid sick time and still have enough left to do it for another month. Suck my ass im done being your bitch, figure out how to fix your store or figure out how to replace an employee that ACTUALLY does their job along with the one that doesnt!!!

I feel great having let that all out via text but im still struggling so fucking much. I just want to go home and sleep. And that's bad. I know I have things to do but I can't muster the energy because I'm using it all to fake normal through my work day. This isn't living. And I want to escape. All my old vices are begging me to come home. How do you tell your loved ones you're struggling when it's like they don't hear the words as they leave your mouth?

Genuinely. I feel like my mental health won't be taken seriously until I break. Why do I have to break first?

Buy a multivitamin, use the therapy light, keep on keeping on because everyone's fight is just as bad as mine. I'm just stuck in the dumps about it.

Do I need a friend? Or will they turn me into their shoulder to cry on when I ask if they'll be mine?

Editing to add other things on my mind that I'm only irritated about when I'm already feeling low:

Its been probably a month now since I paid someone for something I still haven't recieved? Like I understand life gets in the way and external circumstances, but telling me twice that I'll be getting tracking the next day and both times I've not gotten tracking? Atp just ask if I want my money back, honestly willing to cut my losses because the person I paid has gifted me shit for the same amount I'm currently out, I'm just feeling awkward and having trauma triggered because I've already asked what's up twice. And I'm pretty sure my reply from last time is still unopened and unread. :/

On the same topic, different person I paid, commissioned some art and it's also been multiple months with no updates. I reached out to their business page thinking it was something on my end I forgot to get to, yeah they have also not checked their business page. Again, I respect life happens. But a little communication would be DIVINE. Another situation where I will most likely be cutting my losses because I have learned not to spend/give more money than you're willing to lose. But im still irritated about it.

[celestie0]

I just finished reading the recent chapter of “kickoff”🙏🙏

I love how you compose so much, you made me feel like I was actually experiencing the whole story. That’s how freaking amazing you are!! I’m gonna sob and break down when it ends. “Kickoff” is officially one of my favorite ffs.

Thank you for ur updates, take care of urself. 💕

AWWWW this is so sweet wtf!!! thank you SO much for reading n enjoying my lil fic :”) to hear it’s one of your absolute favorites makes me wanna sob im so sksldkdjdhd ahhh

me too i think i will cry so hard when it ends 😭😭 i’ve alr prewritten some scenes from the ending n it makes me SADDDDDD (in a happy way tho haha but like bittersweet too hhhhhhhh)

thanks bb <33 you take care of yourswlf as well dear!! much love

[bubblesthetherapyfish]

ermmmm babygirl time

i like that you can just say no and walk away

whoa it's clive's dad

pls wol only you can save my oc

what if we were stars in the sky and then we touched each other and then asploded 😳

it's RAINING SO MUCH

i waited a bit and it's gone 👍🏾

I HAVE THE BITCH IN MY SIGHTS IM READY TO FIRE

ermmm that's not ffxiv music

damn even noctis didn't land in here face first

"who are these slightly low poly people"

clive sees a brown person for the first time in his entire life

brother you look so wet

wol seeing all the visible pixels on clive's glove "whoau just like graha"

my son crump he has every disease (and even amnesia)

i can't tell if they nerfed his tits or not

huh it's really hard to see unless he's really zoomed in but his head is wiggling a tiny bit in his idle

also this is probably the first time i'm realizing how the front of his shirt works

okay maybe i shouldn't zoom in like this cause his face has realistic texture to it but his neck and cleavage are just flat colors this is throwing me off 😭

bro's got a double dose of being fucked up with not even being able to tell he's in Another World

yeah those were racist money people and these are racist tree people

YAY I CAN TAKE HIM SHOPPING NOW

why is his idle crossed arms now 😭

ambrosia 🥺🥺🥺

sir please don't break the aetheryte i need that for my gc turn-ins

don't worry our mothercrystal is long gone i don't cry about it or anything like that

IT'S RAINING IRL

clive im so scared of thunder you have to hold m

he likes gridania 👉🏾👈🏾

clive: GARUDA YOU SAY 👀👀👀🔪🗡️🔪🔪🔪🗡️🔪

that's right i outrank all you bitches i do those fucking turn-ins 💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾

i wonder if kan-e-senna is just gonna take one look at clive and be like 👉🏾 different world

oh thank god we get to hear something other than the same fucking song for the lotus stand every single time

wait does he not even remember his last name :(

of course not-yoshi-p is already on to it

also who let you in???????????

yeah we had one of those visitors a couple weeks ago that was funny

my kitty is getting scared of the thunder too now :(((

oh there we go

this is so sad alexa play trauma from ghost trick

imagine putting the most hugged ff protagonist in this game and not letting me hug him in cutscenes

okay before we kill stuff im gonna get a biscuit to eat i hope the lightning doesnt strike me down on the way to the kitchen

brother it is raining so fucking hard

okay i OH FUCK THE POWER

CLIVE DON'T LEAVE ME

i think we're good?

this song...

hey i remember this place!!! all the guys i worked with are fucking dead now .

"that's weird dog"

THERE'S MY FUCKED UP DOGGY

ffxvi ifrit makes ffxiv ifrit look like a stupid little bitch

poweredpoint

IFRIT FIGHT IFRIT FIGHT

wol watching this go down: 🧍🏾‍♂️

OUPPY

yeah that was fucked up......

follow the ouppy

world's first follow the npc mission where the npc speed is the same as your own

ARE YOU TELLING ME TO PLAY FFXVI

GIVE ME A PS5 THEN

my wol just fucking BLINKS

"sure i guess ill fucking buy a ps5"

mr wandering minstrel you have so many specific skills

time to blow 400k mgp

i feel very sad

can't tell if that questline was short or just felt that way?

i really liked the boss and the sheer power and raw ego that being able to stand in aoes can give a guy

i don't want to go back to my world of nobody having a chance to recover from trauma and horrible things happening to them please come back my blowjob brother

[actuallyitsstar]

John Reese + 12 and 5?

✨ send me a number and a character! ✨

12: what's a headcanon you have for this character?

this is in no way 100% original bc i know i've seen fics about this too, but one of my favorite things is the idea that bc john has spent his entire life being a ~tool~ and a ~weapon~ that other people get to use to the extent of his usefulness (uh oh !!! why are all the characters i like The Same this is embarrassing) he doesn't know how to like.... be a regular person. and he gets super out of his depth when other people (team machine for example) expect it of him. like ????

you got smashed thru a wall pretty hard there john. we need to have a doctor make sure you don't have a concussion. and john is just like nah im gonna sleep it off its all good and everyone is like N O and he just does not understand what the problem is. mr. omnipresent billionaire finch like, ordering stuff he thinks john needs or would like and putting it in the apartment he rents for john, and john is like ?????? what do i do with a robe????? and finch is like. um. you wear it. when you're cold. and it's ENTIRELY FOREIGN.

john has never considered doing something about, for example, being cold in his apartment. why would he? why waste the energy cost of adjusting the thermostat, why purchase an entirely separate article of clothing or bother dirtying a different one, when he could just...... Be Uncomfortable? what difference does it make? he's trained to do way more uncomfortable shit than be cold. it's whatever. but harold seems to be particularly incensed about this idea. and maybe he does try out the robe when it's cold on a winter evening or a spring morning, eventually- curiously, hesitantly, acting like he's never seen one before. and hes like.......huh. its pretty nice actually. maybe there's something to this after all.

5. the first song that comes to mind when you think of them?

ok so confession 😭 i was never super directly in this fandom bc this show went off the air before i was super into any tumblr tv show fandoms. like i was absolutely reading fic on ff dot net, but i was not having a fandom experience lol. so i have actually never rly discussed any poi thoughts or made playlists or rly engaged at all, and as such i must give a sort of a cop out answer bc i don't rly have a good answer, BUT: THE USE OF THE JOHNNY CASH VERSION OF HURT IN THE SHOW AFTER. A DEATH. I WON'T SAY MORE IN CASE IT'S A SPOILER. but yeah that made me ugly cry every time i've seen it tbh, and every time i think about the fundamental defining pillars of john's character during the show, that montage section is one of them- it's still what i remember the song most for, too, bc i hadn't heard it before then, but it was perfectly chosen, and i love how emotional that song is <3