#oh how i love him . . snifls

[garoujo]

hiiiii !!! what are your thoughts on reader bumping into ex!gojo at a party, after not having seen him for years? his unboxing has taken a toll on me i’m patiently waiting for anyone to write fics for him 🤸🏻‍♀️

✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU — you don’t realise how much your heart still calls for your ex until you see him again, years later.

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ contents! sort of angsty but mostly fluff! ex!boyfie gojo, ex’s to lovers sort of vibe, very much right person wrong time ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! i’m so sorry this took me so long to get to nonnie, i’m also sorry this turned out sad snifle! i wrote it to this song so i blame that! i’m sorry i just had to post for him tonite!

maybe you should’ve just stayed at home, you think despite the way you know you don’t mean it, as you let the drink in your hand swirl around it’s cup a few more minutes longer. it’s lost its bubbles slightly, it’s leaning more towards an hour old— still untouched as you lean yourself against the kitchen counter while your friends catch up around you.

it’s been a while since you’ve seen everyone like this, a few years atleast you’d assume and it was fun, recalling back the memories— the drunken nights and the time you spent together, the seasons you experienced. there’s a sentimental sort of feeling to it all, you realise.

everyone’s different now, not only in looks— in spirit maybe, married and settled down, running their own business or jet setting abroad. your childhood bestfriend is taller, she smiles softer now— maybe it’s the ring on her finger or the love in her life. it suits her.

“hey! you still with us?” she calls to you, just as you hear the apartment door close again— alerting you to more guests despite the way there’s probably around fifteen of you here already. you jolt slightly, sending her a smile before you’re placing down your glass and excusing yourself to the bathroom.

you allow yourself a few breaths to relax before you smile at yourself in the mirror, it’s nice being able to see everyone again— not realising how much you’d missed them and suddenly you realise that you’re so happy to have lived.

you pat yourself on the cheeks as you give yourself a silent little nod, soft sort of smile in place as you push your way through the bathroom door again— maybe a little too determined to seize the night when you send yourself into a hard chest as you clumsily leave the room.

“ah! sorry, are you okay?” you begin as you try to steady yourself but there’s hands there to keep you from falling before you even realise you’re on your way down.

“oh? it’s been so long you’re jumping into my arms already?” familiar, you think as the teasing response sounds smoothly and you can’t help the way your body seems to stiffen at the sound— like instinct. you look up and there’s a warm sort of squeeze on your heart at the crystalline gaze that looks back, cheeky grin in place.

you should’ve expected to see him here after all, gojo satoru had always been a constant in your past, up until a few years ago. he was your now ex-boyfriend after all.

he always had this air that seemed to follow him around — this noble sort of presence but he was even more handsome now, unfortunately. he’d grown a little more in height but he filled it out better now. his hair is longer but his gaze is just as pretty, as breathtaking when it meets yours.

you’re pretty sure if this were a movie there’d be a trail of women at gojo’s feet — back of their hand against their forehead and fawning for his attention.

you can still recall the nights you cried on your kitchen floor for him.

“hey, after all these years, you’re getting shy on me?” you didn’t realise you’d zoned out until you blink up to see gojo looking at you, teasing tone and his long fingers flicking gently at your forehead until you’re sending him a cute frown. he remembers that look all too well.

“no, shutup! i just didnt expect to see you.” you fall back into the dynamic quickly, like he’d never left— both of you parted ways gradually you think. it’s not that the love wasn’t there, but you just felt like your life had taken you down separate paths.

gojo satoru was your right person, wrong time is what you’d tell strangers at parties.

“are you sure? it seems you had an attack planned for my arrival, pretty suspicious i’d say.” he goads, teasing you again and you roll your eyes before you’re shoving playfully at his chest.

“you’re still so annoying.”

“hm? are you just embarrassed i figured you out? did you really think you could catch me off guard with a move like that?” you wish you could say you hate gojo, truly. but it’s been years and instead you realise that it’s quite the opposite, because he’s already got you laughing like you’re both teenagers again.

sometimes you wish you’d known him sooner, even just so you could love him longer than you can now.

“yeah right, i could totally beat you if i tried.” you laugh again, teasing as a cheeky grin settles on your expression and gojo squeezes at your shoulder playfully before you’re both finding yourself returning to the group. but the laughter doesn’t falter.

“you want a beer, satoru?” your friend asks as you both enter the lounge and you cast the snowy haired man to your right a glance before he answers. he won’t take one, he never was a drinker.

“nah, aren’t i fun enough already? it wouldn’t be fair.” he jokes, you all laugh. like old times.

the night continues and you catch yourself looking in your ex boyfriends.. in gojo’s direction a little more frequently than you’d like to admit. but you’re having fun, you realise as you all exchange jokes— even going as far as to pull up videos from your old phones, little vlogs from your days at the beach, shopping trips and more.

you breathe again, nestling back into your place on the couch as the rest of your friends get up to dance to one of your old playlists from a few years ago. you remember it well, like the soundtrack to some coming of age movie.

you allow yourself to look at him once more, to take in the cut of his features— the way his lips still upturn at the corners when he grins and the way he still talks with his hands. you think it’s cute that he still wears his hair down, still doesn’t do the top button of his shirts— you wonder if he still takes four sugars in his coffee.

you feel something twist in your chest with the thought before you look away again. you think it’s embarrassing in a way, the way you’re wanting must show when you look at him. maybe it’s because you already know the feel of his hand on yours or the soft voice he’d always use to call you out of sleep, the taste of his coffee on his lips when he’d kiss you as the sun woke up.

you liked the now, but then you remember how gojo satoru loved you and it’s like you’re aching all over again.

you breathe deep before the couch cushion to your left sinks as someone sits down and you know it’s him when it grounds you.

“you’re not dancing, gojo?” you begin before he can say anything, giggle despite the turmoil in your mind, your heart, and he sends you a soft sort of look before he chuckles.

“oh no, after all those times you told me i was a terrible dancer? it broke my heart so much, i’ll never dance again.” still a drama queen, you think to yourself as you watch him press his palm to his chest — throwing his head back against the back of the couch as he sighs.

“yeah right, you had a great dance partner to level you out back then though.” gojo laughs at that one, nudging his thigh into yours slightly when he does, but neither of you seem to pull away at the touch.

he settles down and you let the silence hang in the space where you both take a breath before he speaks again,

“satoru is fine, you know. i was always satoru to you, no?” gojo questions gently, although still trying to make it more lighthearted than awkward, and you feel the tension leave your shoulders when you exhale.

“okay then, satoru.” comes more naturally than you’d like to admit, but you’re not ashamed of it either when you notice the soft sort of glow in gojo’s eyes when you speak it with fondness.

he looks at you, nods like he’s smug, then pushes himself up to stand. emphasising how tall he is as he sends you a cheeky sort of grin, followed by his arm outstretching to offer you his hand.

“well oh great dance partner, i may need your expertise. you wouldn’t want me to embarrass my handsome self infront of all our old friends, would you?” gojo whines playfully as he bows towards you, free hand on his heart like he’s begging you for his life.. just his pride this time though.

“‘toru..” you begin, a soft sort of breathe and you wonder if he can hear the hope in it— your own hand twitching by your side.

“come on, for old times sake. you said it yourself, i cant dance without my partner there to lead me, right?” gojo satoru had always been terribly convincing, you realise as you recall all the other moments he’d whisked you off into other great things. memories that you still look fondly back on now.

“fine, for old times sake, satoru.” you finally answer before your hand is resting on his, noticing that is palm still feels warm when he pulls you to your feet.

for the love that once was, and the love that remains. 

© 2023 GAROUJO. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[bangchansgirlsblog]

Hii i love ur work i was wondering if u could do an angst story when ur the fem 9th member and jyp adds another fem member and they start ignoring you yelling at u and acting harsh and only one member is by ur side all the time

Replaceable

-9th skz

Warning: yelling, panic attacks, harsh tones, angst

Pairing: I.N x 9th member

Summary: a new member joins your group and it seems everything starts crashing down when you realize your being slowly replaced.

!not proofread!

Hey thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy this short story lol! Have a good day 🩷

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"Chan? I don't know where you are but I've been outside. Waiting. You promised to pick me up remember? Just text me or call me when you get this." I send the voicemail and let out a frustrated sigh. Had he forgotten to pick you up again? This was starting to become really annoying.

The last time he forgot because apparently the new girl, Haneul, needed help recoding something for the album. I let it go because it was the album after all and I want what's best for the team. But this time I had no idea why he wasn't texting or picking up.

The sky starts to drizzle and I let out a sigh. Slowly starting the walk home. I knew I was going to be soaking wet when I arrive at the dorms so I just put my phone in my bag to avoid it from getting spoilt.

The past few weeks, the schedule was really busy especially now that their was a 10th member. Everyone was trying to make her feel like home even offering her MY room as I took the couch until we were transferred to our new dorm. It was frustrating because now everyone's attention was on her and the fact that the boys were excited for a girl joining got me thinking that maybe they were tired of me.

The rain was pouring heavy now and my tears were too. Last week Han forgot to practice with you because he was with Haneul teaching her the rap part for the new song. Last week Felix forgot that you were making brownies with him and decided to do it with Haneul instead. Last week Changbin double booked his schedule with the recording studio and told me to come at a later date because Haneul needed more attention. LAST week Leeknow took her to the new game park when he had promised me to go with.

Haneul was slowly getting me replaced. The less I talked the more nobody would notice me.

My phone vibrates and I quickly pull out my phone.

"H-hello?" I say into it while snifling.

"Y/nie? Love? Are you there? What's all that noise?" I hear I.N's voice booming through the phone obviously panicking.

"I'm walking home." I sadly say looking at the puddles that had completely got my shoes wet.

"But it's raining dogs and cats outside! Yah! You're going to get sick."

"Chan forgot to pick me up again but it's okay I'm like 2 minutes away from the house."

"Oh baby. Let me make you some hot chocolate and run you a bath."

"You don't have to babe-"

"No I will! Now hurry along please. I want you home safe."

I say a little bye before rushing to get home.

My shoes let out squishy sounds against the hard wood floor as I make my way through the house.

"Where's Chan?" I glare at Changbin who's walking to the kitchen.

He stops and his eyes go wide when he finally sees me. "Oh my God. What happened babydoll?" He gasps at the state I'm in.

"Where. Is. Chan?" I ask one more time. Angry wasn’t even the word that could explain the emotion I felt at the moment.

"His in the studio-"

I walk past him and charge at the studio where I open the door to find him with Haneul laughing at something.

Was he being Foreal right now?

"Chan how could you?!" I say hurt at him causing him to jump and look up at me.

"Y/n? Oh my God what happened to you? Why are you soaking wet-"

"You fucking forgot to pick me up from schedules Where were you huh? Huh?" I frown and glare at him.

He looks panicked as he picks up his phone to check his reminders but his eyes open wide in realization.

"Oh my God- y/nie I'm so sorry. Haneul-"

“It’s okay,” I say not even bothering to fight with him. It wasn’t worth it. It was tiring.

"What’s going on guys?" Leeknow says coming into the room confused.

“Yah! Y/n your getting the whole house wet with your clothes? What’s your problem?” He scolds me.

“I had to walk through the rain and you don’t even care, no need to yell at me.”

The boys all start piling up into the room trying to figure out what the matter was.

"Y/n! Your wet!" Han exclaims

“Yes I think I get the point people!” I groan and shiver as the cold air hits my body.

“Y/n go get change please, now I have to clean up your mess,” Leeknow’s tone is harsh. I can hear it with a tint of frustration.

“Jeez Leeknow you won’t even bother to ask if I’m okay?” I roll my eyes trying to avoid the tears that threatened to fall down my cheeks once again.

He just dismisses me with his hand and walks out the room to do whatever he had too.

“Anyways, Haneul do you still wanna watch riverdale later?” My neck snaps at the direction that Hyunjin stood. Did he just say riverdale?

“Yeah yeah, I hope it’s not too much work but I was wondering if we could also make those little friendship bracelets-“

“Hyunjin did you just say riverdale? That’s our show,” my voice is now soft and quivering. Why would he watch our show with her.

“Y/n don’t be selfish, she’s just watching season one. It’s not a big deal.” He didn’t care. He didn’t care at all.

“We can alwyaks watch another series Hyunjin I don’t mind really-“

“Nah Y/n will be okay she’s just being dramatic like always,”

My breathing started to pick up. I couldn’t hold in the tears anymore. I was cold, tired, hungry and emotional. The sob that left my lips represented all that.

Chan’s eyes go wide when he notices the distress I’m in. “Hey, why are you crying? Are you okay?”

I don’t even bother to answer and just walk past the boys that stood by the door looking confused and worried.

“What’s the matter Y/n? Is it because of riverdale? Please don’t tell me you’re crying over that!” Hyunjin says as his hand grabs mine.

“You guys treat me like such a bother ever since she got here. I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. I’m I boring to you guys now? All of you have been mean or pushing me aside for her. I don’t even ask for much but to have my friends back. If you don’t want me in the group anymore just tell me.”

I’m a mess, I’m a mess. I free myself from his grip before walking up the stairs where I run into I.N. He gives me a smile and realizes the state I’m in. His smile drops.

“Hey- woah woah woah, what’s wrong?” He asks but he was the only one that knew the current position I was in. I had told him the day he saw Chan snap at me when we were learning a new choreography and I had messed up.

“I’m- I’m just tired.” I cry as he automatically pulls me into his arms.

“Don’t cry hmmm. It’s okay I’ve got you okay? Let’s go upstairs and get you showered and changed. Then we can talk about it okay?” He whispers in my ear and I just nod in response.

He pulls me up the stairs and into my room where I find my pajamas laid out and some candles lit. The bathroom was running.

He slowly undresses me and guides me into the bathroom where I sit in the hot bathtub.

“Join me?” I ask well basically whimper. Craving his touch.

He chuckles. “Yeah sure my love. You miss me hm?”

“Yeah,” I softly say before blushing.

He gets undressed and gets into the tab. He leans back as I sit in between his legs. My body slowly meting into his.

He leaves tiny kisses on my naked shoulders while slowly massaging my neck. I find my body relaxing and slowly shutting down.

“Hey do you wanna talk about it now?”

“Mmm, it’s just that Everbody’s been acting so different towards me eve since she joined, I told you this last time but now it’s worse. Sometimes they don’t even acknowledge my existence.” I sigh feeling the sadness start to rise again.

“Baby, I told you last time to talk to them about it. What happened?”

“I don’t know I geuss, I geuss I just don’t want to make them feel like they’re picking.”

“But it’s your feelings that matter

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LMAO THIS IS LIKE ONE OF THE FIRST STORIES I TRIED TO DO, SHOULD I DROP IT?😭

[fairykazu]

SKETCHES OF YOU // kaeya x gn! reader contents: friends to lovers, modern au with visions, requited love notes: the dividers were made by @/cafekitsune masterlist

you and kaeya were on a picnic date. well, not a date. it originally was going to be a hangout with all your friends like albedo and rosaria. but they all managed to bail out, leaving you and kaeya alone. "huh, i can't believe they managed to bail out so fast? i've been planning this for weeks!" you cried to kaeya as you both set down the blanket to sit on. he smoothed out the creases in the blanket,

"rosaria told me she had a shift and albedo needed to take care of klee." kaeya replied, pulling the basket onto the floor. you sighed,

"i know... im just so sad because we havent had time to hang out at all."

"hey. at least you have me here." kaeya said as you glanced at him. somehow, he always manages to look picture perfect. he's such the perfect muse. you pulled out a sketchbook from your tote bag, given by kaeya, onto your lap. kaeya picked off a strawberry from one of the tupperware, eating it. the light made kaeya look ethereal. out of this world, even.

kaeya noticed how your attention wasn't really on what he was doing but him specifically. he was about to ask you what you were doing but he heard the soft pencil strokes, and your tongue is sticking out.

oh of course, you were drawing... him?

"whatcha drawin', name?" he asked as you hummed in response. that really answers everything doesn't it.

"you. stay still please." you answered, placing your pencil down and framing kaeya with your fingers. he rolled his eyes but stayed still despite his attutude.

"if no one would eat the food, it will get cold."

"use my vision." your dominant hand stayed in the exact position of where you left off in the drawing. your other hand jingling with your pyro vision. you tossed it to the cryo wielder who just caught your vision, and he thanked the archons that it didn't slip out of his hands.

after twenty-ish minutes, he was impaitent and his bones are crunching on him. the blue haired male asked, "are you done yet?"

he moved a bit closer to you, you could feel the warmth from his face. unfortunately, he did move from his spot. you shooed him away, "no and stop moving."

"this isn't an oil painting, name. hey, do you think i'd draw better than you?"

you rolled your eyes, "sure, kae." you pulled out a paper from your sketchbook to kaeya and a clipboard. "go ahead, draw me." you were already finished with your sketch of kaeya. you picked up a sandwich that was shaped like a heart.

"okay."

"are you done, name?" he believed that you were still working on the same sketch as last time.

"yes, are you, kae?"

"yes. ok, reveal in three."

"1"

"2"

"3!!!"

one drawing was created with grace and passion and the other was kaeya's. kaeya's drawing of you was messy and he really did try his best. you snifled a laugh,

"it's beautiful kaeya. i'll frame this and put this above my bed."

"thank you." he replied, picking up the drawing you did for him. you may have made him look more charming as usual or at least thats what you think. "you even got my charms correct... i mean, it's not as wonderful as mine but i'll frame this too."

[flyingspicerack]

Inside Job Pt2Ep3 Myc Analysis Pt1

ALRIGHT FUCKERS! AS THE OFFICAL CEO OF MYC ITS TIME i GIVE YOU MY BREAKDOWN ON EP 3 BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE WILL!!!!!

THIS IS GONNA BE A BIGGUN AND PRETTY MUCH A PLAY BY PLAY SO STRAP IN!!!

The way he's clinging to the rope here? Oh so cute. But also! Very telling of how he's able to distribute his weight? Body and tendrils seem much like.... idk squid/octopus like? Also in this scene, all of the insults he throws around <3 He's such a catty little bitch I also love that Gigi is the one he doesn't insult the most through the ep? Like I know everyone is like OMG ANDRE AND MYC are such good 'friends' and all that (yes i am one of those too) but we see in pt1 that Myc and Gigi hang out a fair bit and I like to think he's got like, a respect for her? Idk

The fucking way the little itty bitty orb inside his orb gets smaller when the flashlight from the security guard hits him is so brief but oh so important to me, oh my GOD this little bit of detail has me HGFUIEOHGFOI:SGHJIO

HHHHH OK FIRSTLY! Reagan tells Myc to, and I quote "Spurt on that guy!" And he refers to himself as a soft serve machine that needs to warm up and cannot just jizz on command, which definitely makes sense. He also says for no one to look at him so.... hes shy

SO THAT leads me to believe, that his jiss doesn't actually need to be processed at all to become the stuff they put in the memory erasing guns, so, they can just erase minds... SO what does that mean for sex with humans, as well as that one time Andre licked Myc's flagella on the yacht during the wedding, he didn't get erased.... thoughts thoughts thoughts

REAGAN YELLING AT HIM AND CALLING HIM A WASTE OF SPACE FUCKING HURT ME

OH MY GOD BABY! NO DONT CRY!!!!!!! UAOGH WHAT THE FUCK

Reagan: Okay I was not ready for that" ME NEITHER BITCH????? MYC CRYING????? WHY WOULD HE CRY????

WAS ANISE RIGHT ABOUT EVERYTHING IN THAT MYC IS ACTUALLY A DWEEB???? UH YEAH?????? IM AS SURPRISED AS YALL ARE

god ok you guys im never gonna stop talking about this, we got so much mushroom lore, we have so much mushroom plot, we have so much MYC LORE AND I AM HERE FOR IT!!!!! AND IM WRITING IT ALL DOWN IN ONE PLACE!! RIGHT HERE!!!

Myc LIED about how old he was prior to this. In Pt1Ep3 we see his RightSwipe profile says 4041 for his age, but this here is his 5000 year reunion, so he's says he's younger than he really is.

He's from "A million year old mushroom hive cluster from the center of the earth" MILLION!!!!!! HES OLDER THAN WE CAN EVEN COMPREHEND

FIRST he apparently lied and said that everyone was jealous of his "huge dong" and he left, THEN JUST IN THIS SCENE, he says that they kicked him out because he was too much of a rebel, AND THEN AT THE END OF HIS RANT he finally comes clean and says that he never went to prom, graduation, AND no one signed his yearbook BECAUSE HE WAS A FUCKING DWEEB THAT LOOKED LIKE THIS:

(yeah honey i'd hate you too)

he was .... a fucking DWEEB! HE WAS A NERD!! THE BRACES?! THE PIMPLES! THE.... somehow.... FACIAL HAIR?? The hat.. yeesh boy ouch

WHEN HE LEFT HE WANTED TO PROVE HE COULD BE SOMEBODY! oH MY LORD!!!! HE CALLS HIMSELF A SINGLE MIDDLE AGED LOSER.... HOW OLD IS HE IF HES MIDDLE AGED IM GOING INSANE OVER HERE!!!!!!!!!

also his name, can we take about the name we have a real full name for him its not Magic Myc, its fucking MYC CELLIUM im going feral here and frothing

This uh.... this makes me..... hes so.... PATHETIC!! He's crying!!! HES FUCKING WHIMPERING AND CRYING AND SNIFLING CAUSE HES SO ASHAMED ABOUT GOING TO HIS REUNION LIKE WHAT THE FUCK HES LITERALLY BABYGIRL I DONT UNDERSTAND???????????????????

why are you so moe? WHY ARE YOU THE CUTEST GUY EVER! HIS GASP! Also like, Reagan, you REALLLY think this dude is never gonna insult you again? I thought you were a super genius? How can you literally be this stupid.

SORTA MUCUS SORTA JIZZ CALLED JUCUS!!!!!!!

I think it is SO AMAZING that the hole down to the mushroom hive is in Oregon, cause like, the worlds biggest mycelium network is under there.... hehe

FRUITY FLAILING ASS BITCH!!

OK If you go to 4:40 and look in the bg, you can see Myc get on the elevator down and he is fucking TREMBLING!! HE is SO nervous!! IM FUCK NGKJENSfewtgfwsg

Myc confirmed leftist, so thats a W but an L for thinking u can ge a nobel prize in podcasting... then again hes a mushroom and doesnt care so he is always a W in my heart

Look how far his flagella can stretch

HOLLOW EARTH! OH ITS SO LOVELY! AND I HAVE A LOT TO SAY ABOUT IT

I am very curious to know, if when Myc tells the hive to put a 'psychic metaphor' over the place, is that... only for the characters in the show or is it also for the viewer? It has to be, because we are also human and therefore wouldn't be able to comprehend the societal differences of mushroom dynamics! RIGHT?! SO I will also touch upon things as they happen later with this mindset.

FUCK!! RIGHT HERE!! Myc's asking Reagan if his BREATH smells bad!!!! He touches the top little frills and then puts his tentacle under Reagan's nose!! Does he... His scent glands?? WHAT?? AHHHHH I DONT KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS???

... I got one thing to say about stem-mantha... myc sure does love pink bitches .... makes eye contact with anise

LOOK AT HIM ALL.... NERVOUS!

Okay so then... Stem-Mantha asks if Myc was the guy who did puzzles with her parents so she could go have sex... SO, yes, the fucking mushrooms DO fuck each other, AND they have like, parents They dont just grow?? (As seen from Myc wanting to be a mommy in Pt2Ep7)

THEN Myc gets fucking pelted with a goddamn football and we are now included on the information that Myc ran out at graduation before everyone merged consciousnesses and became assimilated. SO It is OH SO interesting to see that each of these mushroom clusters are there OWN individual personalities but THEN they all are joined and have a shared consciousness thats a part of the hive!

Stem-Mantha then asks if the gang are Myc's parole officers, so does that mean that everyone was under the impression he went to like, jail topside after he left hollow earth??

HIS TENDRIL HEART IM FUCKING LOSING IT AHHHHHHH

ALRIGHT!!! FUCKERS FIRSt things first. Yes he wore that stupid fucking "NO FAT CHIX" hat but are we talking about it? NO, well YES, in that he wore it because he was in denail thats it thats the story thank you very much

SECONDLY here is were I'm touching upon the psychic metaphor thing again right here. I am thinking waaaay too deeply about a silly little cartoon and i feel very much like 'charlie pepe silvia meme' right now in idk how meta this whole thing is supposed to be? Like I don't think Myc was actually into dragon ball Z considering it was 5000 years ago and dbz didn't exist then, and we're just supposed to believe dudes was the mushroom equivalent of a little itty bitty pathetic nerd with pimples and acne, right??

but im also crazy coo coo bananas insane in thinkiing how fucking funny would it be if dbz was some kind of true space epic and myc is like, the equivalent of a greek mythology nerd in that hes a little fanboy.

THIRDLY. MY MANS GOT EXTRA STRONG POWERS THAT MAKE HIM EXTRA SENSITIVE?????? HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NURSE

His fucking signature babygirl i loooove you its so cute what the FUCK!! and look at how he carried himself like a fucking .... beanie babie, hes full of beans or whatever, i just love how this fucker carries his weight its so cool to look at wtf

HES NERVOUS AGAIN IM JUST GFJHEL"GSGJ"LG I KNOW ITS NOT IMPORTANT BUT IT IS TO ME

They are SO fucking mean to him. But also this scene, you can see that not everyone is on board with Reagan doing this, like they're all really uncomfortable when she pulls this picture up, and Brett isn't even there

Why is there so much jucus... was he tearing up about getting found out? OH LAWDY I HOPE NOT ILL FUCKING CRY?????

HAHHA SO this post has gotten waaay too long so i think i'm gonna make it two parts, so part 2 will be post assimilation!!! Also because posts can only have 30 images and we at the max babes

[yahyahgukkie]

how he makes you cum| l.mark

mark would admit that he had never made a girl cum with just his dick before. it was something that; although he wouldn’t tell you, he was in the works of perfecting. mark knew that every girl was different, and that different things made different people tick. so, when he met you, he somehow felt like the gods had sent you to him specifically.

you were everything mark had every dreamt of. you wanted to explore and try almost everything in the book. in a sense, you were filthier than him, and mark absolutely loved it.

mark wanted you to be his metaphorical first time. he wanted you to pop his ‘dick only’ cherry. and the more he thought about it, the more motivated he became, it wasn’t just for him at this point any more, mark wanted to give this to you.”

“i love you.” mark mumbles into the valley of your breast, kissing his way up the delicate expanse.

“love you too.” you gasped, arching up into marks kisses. you locked your fingers into his dark locks, tenderly massaging his scalp.

“i’ve missed you so much, how long has it been?” mark feigning his innocence. looking at you through his lashes, kissing his way over, and over, until.

“fuccck, mark.” he took your nipple into his mouth, licking over the hardened bud. mark used his other hand to softly massage your other breast. he moaned against your skin, and tugged at the other nipple for added stimulation.

“m’gonna fuck you so good.” mark is over you now, looking down into your clouded eyes. you moan in response, biting your lip when you felt it. the large head of marks cock at your entrance, pressing forward until it was fully inside you.

“so good, s-so good mark~” he chuckles at you, amused at how horny you had actually managed to be.

“yeah? can you take me all? i know you cry sometimes, saying it’s too big.“ there’s a tingle of embarrassment that, when settled over your body, fades into pleasure.

“how long has it been baby? two months, three? do you still think you can take mark lee?” you almost laugh, your own wave of amusement washing over you. mark doesn’t give you the chance though, he shoves himself in you, his hips flush against your own.

“there’s my pretty little slut, i missed her.” you tremble in his hold, unable to catch your breath. mark rocks himself into you a few times, experimenting, testing the waters.

“mark, please. i want you to fuck me.” mark moans, mouth falling open, head tipping backwards in ecstasy.

“you want daddy to ruin you? you want him to destroy you? hm?”

“yes, please. i want daddy to ruin me.” if you could see yourself right now you’d see a blushing mess. mark talks dirty, but now, mark is dirty talking. the desire dripping from his words fuel your ego, and you don’t remember ever feeling so wanted.

“lift your legs baby.” you do as you’re told, following marks movements. he sits back on his heels, pulling you to him until he could widen your thighs by the knee.

mark smiles at you, his big bad dom demeanor deteriorating. you see a slight slimmer of uncertainty showing through before all absolute hell breaks loose.

mark has you pinned under him by the throat, fucking his unbelievably thick member into you. he doesn’t let up either, thrusts after thrusts of every inch mark is packing.

mark nearly cums on the spot, you’re so fucking wet that mark slides right into you perfectly. your hand is placed on the center of his chest, somehow steadying yourself. oddly you feel at peace, like this was your purpose in life; being marks cock slut.

“you’re so fucking wet jagi.” mark whimpers, his facade crumbling as he loses himself in you.

“kiss me, please.” you plea, whining into his mouth once it meets your own. mark smiles, resting his head against your own.

“i-i’m gonna switch- fuck.” marks hips stutter for a brief moment before finding his pace again.

“i’m going to switch position.”

you don’t have time to react, mark manhandles you into the new position, throwing your legs over his shoulders.

“oh my fucking god!” mark is so deep inside you that you can barely feel your toes. you don’t know where he starts and you end.

“gonna make you come all over my fucking cock, just like you fucking deserve. you want daddy to make you cum princess?”

“yes daddy, please, please, please!” you’re sure the other boys are in the dorms somewhere, all sitting in one room listening to mark fuck the shit out of you. you’ll apologize, smile at them and eat with them just like mark wasn’t molding you into the mattress five minutes before.

mark knows you’re close, he can tell by the way you keep clenching around him, and your hand on his chest is curling against his skin.

“look at me,” mark turns your eyes toward him, staring into your own with an unreadable expression.

“i’m gonna make you cum so fucking hard, and i want you to look at me the entire time.”

you stare up at mark, just like he wants. a cock drunken look on your face. mark swears his heart skips a beat, you’re so goddamn perfect and all his.

“m’yours.” you promise, cumming with a sob.

you shake, on the bed. tears falling from the corners of your eyes as you cum. you can’t get a single breath out completely, as sob after sob racks through you. your fingers now lay limply over his shoulder as you silently pant.

you feel mark cum, spurt after spurt of milky white cum filling you.

“w-was that too much?” mark ask, wiping away your tears hurriedly. he kisses you, really trying to quiet you down before someone came to investigate.

“baby, hey hey, it’s okay. shhhh.” mark soothes you, kissing along your skin. he squeezes your hips softly, calming you slowly.

“i’m sorry.” you snifle, shyly cuddling into him.

“no, it’s um, it’s okay.” mark looks down inbetween you both.

“oh,” he muses.

“i made you cum, i made you cum a lot.” you whine, shaking your head softly.

“i’m not doing this now, i want to shower.” mark gets off you immediately. he finds you one of his shirts and then dresses himself.

“mark.”

he looks up at you, like you’re his everything, his goddess, the love of his li-

“don’t fucking tell anyone about this.”

[ramblingthoughtsofayoungadult]

What a Night-Chuck Bass Imagine

Requested: Yes

Warnings: mentions of sexual harassment and usual party shenanigans

Gif is from slytherinnpride

 Estelle’s “American Boy” blasted throughout the entire Plaza penthouse. The penthouse was filled with the Upper East Side elite’s teenage children, all wearing the nicest night out clothes money could buy. The endless flow of Dom Perignon, multiple seduction attempts, and short trips to the back bathroom would have one convinced that it was a typical Friday night high school party. In a way, it was a typical high school party.

  But it was Wednesday.

  Y/N Y/L/N had been snapping about that fact since Y/B/F/N burst into her bedroom an hour prior, commanding that Y/N join her at Dina Maxfield’s party. While Y/N was not the biggest party animal, she did like to attend a few here and there; she could not get into Princeton with subpar grades after all? But, her enthusiasm for attending parties was drastically diminshed after Lucas broke up with her via text. So, Y/N was more than happy hiding away from high school and all other high society parties in the safety of her room, watching Buffy: The Vampire Slayer.

   “Y/N, it has been a month since it happened!” Y/B/F/N had declared as she teetered further into Y/N’s room in her towering Louboutin stilettos. “The appropriate mourning period is over and it’s time for you to have fun!”  

  Y/N’s nose immediately wrinkled in distaste and she had burrowed herself further into her bed, as though her blankets were steel and not cashmere. “Go away,” she’d groaned. 

  Y/B/F/N had continued to ignore Y/N as she stormed into her closet and began rifling around the expansive area. “You have all these amazing pieces and you refuse to take any opportunity to wear them.” After selecting the most amazing dress to go with some Chanel pumps, she returned to Y/N.

  The poor girl had simply laid in her bed, y/e/c eyes looking dead as she watched the plasma TV mounted on her wall. For Y/N, it could have always been worse, she could not have the energy to try to go to school. At least she was moving. 

  Y/B/F/N had sighed and sat next to her. “I know this breakup hurt you a lot, but, you cannot let him hobble you like this. He definitely hasn’t been holed up in his house watching TV every night.” She shook her head. “I know you don’t wanna hear this, Y/N, but, things will only get worse while you’re here.” 

  “But...I need to know how this episode ends,” Y/N had muttered. 

  “You have TiVo!” 

  Y/N was not quite sure when she broke, somewhere between being forced into that Gaultier dress she thought she’d never wear and arguing against having her hair flat-ironed, but she did know, deep inside, that Y/B/F/N was right. She was sick of missing out on all the coolest parties and the most insane antics. Lucas was never that fun to go out with anyway, he always got too jealous if a boy even glanced at Y/N. Y/B/F/N had to be a better party partner. 

  Y/B/F/N snatched up some glasses of Dom and handed one to Y/N. “To getting out of the house!” 

  “To getting out of the house,” Y/N echoed. 

  The glasses clinked and Y/N savored the taste of the expensive champagne. The song switched to Lady Gaga’s “Paparazzi” and Y/B/F/N coaxed Y/N into dancing to it. 

   “One second.” Y/N downed the rest of the champagne, grabbed another glass, and let Y/B/F/N drag her out onto the dancefloor.

   Y/B/F/N shimmied her hips to the music and playfully twirled Y/N around, causing the other girl to laugh. As she kept drinking, Y/N found it even more enjoyable to laugh and laughed so hard, her stomach cramped. 

   “It’s been so long since I laughed like that,” Y/N breathed absent-mindedly.

  “Hey, I’ll have whatever you’re having,” Serena teased as she hugged her from behind.

   “Hi!” Y/N squealed as she clumsily threw her arms around Serena. 

   Serena chuckled as she helped Y/N balance. “How much has she had to drink?” She mouthed to Y/B/F/N.

   Y/B/F/N held up two fingers in response and Serena’s eyes widened. “It’s been awhile.” 

  Y/N and the blonde were not the best of friends, but they were close enough since second grade. Whenever Blair didn’t go to a party, Y/N would be the one to hold Serena’s hair back as she threw up in the bathroom. Y/N was so proud that Serena was doing better since she came back. 

  Serena wore a white sequined mini dress with silver pencil-thin Jimmy Choo pumps. Her hair fell down to her back in free curls. 

  “Hey, I’m glad that you came out tonight; I’ve missed you,” Serena said as she pulled Y/N to stand at arms-length.

  “Same. I would have been out sooner but Y/B/F/N dragged me,” Y/N giggled.

  “She’ll thank me later,” Y/B/F/N breathed.

  Y/N was not sure how much time past but she knew she had around four drinks when she heard Rihanna’s “Please Don’t Stop the Music”. Y/N threw her head back. 

  “I love this song!” Her closed eyes and high pitched voice punctuated her emotions.

  Kati and Isabelle, who had been sitting in the same area of couches as her, giggled at Y/N. 

  “Do you wanna dance?” Y/N swung herself forward, gripping the couch beneath her for leverage. “I’m gonna dance.” 

  Y/N bounced back out onto the dancefloor, giggling as she threw her hands in the air and twirled. She tossed her head back and forth, rolled her neck, and kick, ball changed at some point. She didn’t care, she didn’t care and it was wonderful. There was no Lucas to drag her off the dancefloor, no students who may be documenting this for later; it was just her and Rihanna.

   And something hard pressing against th small of her back.

  Y/N lazily opened her eyes and furrowed her brow. At first, she thought it may be Y/B/F/N joking around, but then, she spotted Y/B/F/N across the room, doing jello shots with some basketball players. 

  “You’re so hot,” a guttural voice husked in her ear.

  Y/N’s stomach tightened and she felt her body tense up. “Thanks?” 

  A pair of thick hands began roaming over her body, squeezing harshly in the places with more fat. Y/N yelped and grabbed at the wrists. 

  “Okay, that’s enough.” She tried to keep her voice ligthhearted as she took some steps away from the person. She did not get far in the crowd when she was yanked back by her wrist. 

  Y/N gagged on the fog of CK One and looked up into some angry green eyes. Then, she noted the navy Brooks Brothers polo and chinos. Trevor Addison, captain of the swim team. 

  “C’mon, Y/N, relax, it’s a party,” he chided. 

  “I am relaxed. I just...I just need to find Y-Y-Y/B/F/N,” she stuttered out.

  Trevor tsked at her and pulled her against his sweaty chest. “You don’t sound too good; let me take you to the bedroom so you can lie down, it’s the least I could do.” 

  Trevor started pulling her in the direction of the bedroom and Y/N did her best to fight it. Unfortunately, her inhibited motor skills were making her fumble and flail instead of fight.

   “Let go of me!” she cried, but no one could hear her over the music. 

  Trevor laughed callously. “Please, don’t act like you didn’t want this, dressed like the slut you are!”    Y/N pushed against him, tears welling in her eyes. “Stop it, Trevor!” 

  “No!” Trevor snapped. “Peter, Jack, Will, and Lucas all bragged about how good you are in bed. Now, it’s my turn!” 

  Y/N’s stomach dropped as the tears started to roll down her cheeks. With everything going on with Serena, Blair, Nate, Chuck, Dan, and Jenny, Y/N’s stunts went under the radar. She felt the dark cloud of shame hang over her and wondered if that was why no one really approached her after her breakup with Lucas despite her not really being social or open. 

  “Trevor, can’t you hear? Y/N isn’t into it or you,” Chuck drawled. 

  Y/N perked up and could not keep herself from gaping at Chuck. He stood behind Trevor, his shoulders relaxed and dark eyes staring right at Trevor. An outsider would think Chuck looked bored, but it was the total opposite. In fact, he was enraged and it looked like it was taking everything in his power for him not to punch Trevor.

  Trevor laughed in Chuck’s face. “Oh? And what are you gonna do? You can’t buy me off, Chuck, my father owns the biggest media conglomerate on the east coast!” 

  “That assumption is almost laughable, but I can assure you,” Chuck took a step closer, “if you do not leave Y/N alone, you will be thrown out of here once every member of the soccer team has a turn kicking your ass.” 

  Trevor narrowed his eyes at Chuck. “They wouldn’t!” 

  “Sure, they would.” Chuck continued glaring at Trevor for a moment. It felt like a decade to Y/N and she would have moved if she didn’t think it would escalate the situation.

  Trevor huffed and pushed Y/N towards Chuck. “Whatever, you can have the whore.” 

  Chuck grabbed Y/N by the forearms. “Oh, I wouldn’t have said that if I were you.” 

  Chuck waved someone over and seconds later, Trevor was surrounded by Nate and the rest of the soccer team. 

  “Let’s take this outside, shall we?” Nate asked rhetorically.

  A couple of his teammates pushed Trevor in the direction of the door and everyone stared after them in shock. As soon as they disappeared, the party resumed. 

  Chuck scanned over Y/N’s face. “Are you alright?” 

  Y/N nodded. “Yeah...I’m fine.” 

  “You’re crying.” 

  “What?” 

  “It’s fine.” Chuck gently led Y/N to another bathroom, sat her on the counter, and handed her some tissue. “It’s not your style to come to parties alone.” 

  Y/N snifled as she blew her nose. “I’m here with Y/B/F/N.” She sniffed and shook her head. “She wanted me to come out tonight and this happens.” 

  “Don’t let that neanderthal keep you from having a good time. Tonight’s the first time I’ve seen you not looking like a zombie,” Chuck argued. 

  “Chuck Bass has been watching me? That’s a shocker,” Y/N dead-panned. “I thought you were busy with the nightclub and Blair.” 

  Chuck glanced away and his jaw clenched at the mention of the brunette. “While I appreciate your concern, Vitrola is doing just fine. As for Blair, that isn’t a matter of concern.” 

  “Oh, sorry, I haven’t been keeping up with, well, anything going on.” 

  Chuck nodded. “Lucas had you in a vacuum, didn’t he?” 

  Y/N shrugged. “But it was nice, he was nice for a while. I’d like to say I don’t know where anything went wrong, but I do know. He didn’t like that I wasn’t always available, but, I have a life!” 

  Y/N was unaware of the force of her words until they came out and she immediately shrank back when she realized what she had said. 

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say all that.” 

 Chuck shook his head. “It’s fine. I’ve been through worse.” He straightened up. “We should find Y/B/F/N.” 

  “Do you think I’m a slut?” 

  Chuck raised an eyebrow at Y/N. “What?” 

  “You heard what I said,” Y/N groaned. “Trevor kept calling me that, like I was something to pass around.” 

  “No, I don’t think you’re a slut. You’re a girl who takes what she wants and not many guys can appreciate that.” 

  Y/N sighed and rolled her eyes. “Great.” 

 Chuck stepped closer to her. “But I can.” 

 She looked back up at Chuck and felt like he was staring into her soul. Y/N and Chuck never had any kind of falling out or negative interaction. In fact, Y/N spent a lot of her time staying as far away from him as possible. She supposed he had some sort of change of heart the first time he and Blair got together. When they broke up, there was no way Y/N was going to go near him lest she wanted to face the wrath of Blair. But, Y/N and Chuck spoke occasionally after his breakup and it was always entertaining. Plus, there was that one night at Vitrola...

  Y/N still blushed at the memory. 

  She’d had one too many margaritas and happily joined the burlesque dancers onstage. There were not many people in the audience, but the most notable member was Chuck. He looked deliciously mischievous in the velvet booth as he watched her belt out “Big Spender”. Y/N loosely followed the choreography of the other dancers. At one point, she’d straddled Chuck’s lap and crooned, 

  “Spend a little with...me,” into his ear. 

   The Monday after, Y/N was forever grateful that Chuck had not mentioned anything about that night to anyone. Plus, she’d met Lucas at an opera after party that Monday night. Lucas probably would have never approached her if he’d heard about that night, but, Y/N probably would not have felt as numb for the past month if he hadn’t. 

  “Chuck,” she breathed. 

  He kissed her cheek. As much as he wanted to go straight for her pouty lips, he was not that kind of guy anymore. He could wait and he would wait. “Let’s go find Y/B/F/N and get you some water, okay?” 

  Y/N nodded absentmindedly and allowed Chuck to help her get off the counter. She felt robotic as he led her over to Y/B/F/N, who was cackling with some juniors. 

  “I hate to interrupt,” Chuck said over Kanye West’s “Heartless”.

  Y/B/F/N stopped giggling, turned, and her eyes widened as soon as she saw Y/N. “Y/N!” She hopped up and hugged her. “What happened?” she asked Chuck accusingly.

  “Relax, Y/B/F/N/L/N, I helped her when she was getting harrassed by Trevor,” Chuck said.

  “That douchebag!” Y/B/F/N hissed. “You okay?” she asked, turning back to Y/N.

  “Yeah.” Y/N looked at Chuck. “Thank you so much, for everything.”

  “Anytime.” 

 “Let’s get you some water.” Y/B/F/N waited until Y/N had some water in her to call a car to take them back to her house. As they skirted by the shiny skyscrapers and 24 hour restaurants, she asked, “What was that look Chuck was giving you?” 

  “What look?” Y/N muttered. 

 “That look like you were the only important thing in that room,” Y/B/F/N quipped. “ I mean, I guess he’s better now since he saved you, but, it’s kind of weird. What are you gonna do?” 

  Y/N had no idea. 

  “I’m too drunk for this...conversation” Y/N stated. 

[garoujo]

・✶ ｡ﾟ [11:34PM] — NAGI SEISHIRO.

♱ warnings — none! sfw, not proof-read. / note. he is my absolute babygirl snifle i wud literally die 4 him he is just the cutest, im sorry this is so cringe idc <3 !

“seishiro?” you breathe deep when you hear your bedroom door, peering over the top of your phone as you prop yourself up in your pillows. you know it’s nagi, you can always tell by the way he shuffles around your apartment — but he’s early, he’s not supposed to be back from his overseas game until tomorrow.

“hm? hey.” he hums as he pushes himself deeper into the room, he’s still got his pillow from the plane around his neck despite the way his drowsy, lidded gaze tells you he didn’t get much sleep, and you’re pretty sure his training bag has just been dropped at the front door — but you’ll deal with that tomorrow.

because for now he’s home.

“you’re home early.” your arms outstretch with your words and nagi takes the invitation eagerly as he shuffles closer, letting his phone rest on the nightstand before he’s flopping his body on top of yours with a low whine, huffing into the crook of your neck.

“eh, i guess. got an early flight, waiting around was boring and a pain.” he mumbles and you feel his breathing fan across your skin before it softens when your fingers smooth through his hair. there’s familiarity in the way he curls his arms around you, in the warmth you feel when you’re wrapped in him.

you let the silence settle in the place where you take your own breath, and you’d think nagi’s already fallen asleep if it wasn’t for the crooked hearts his fingers were tracing into your waist underneath your shirt. “missed you, pretty thing. you’re warm, just wanna stay like this.”

you hear him grumble when you giggle at his words, making him roll over onto his side before he’s pulling you against his chest and sending you a pout that looks just as sleepy as he does cute. “i missed you too, sei.” your words making his fingertips squeeze affectionately at your side before he softens.

“ah, cringe.” nagi sighs, playfully as he lets his face nuzzle into his pillow and you laugh again before you let your hands smooth underneath the neckline of his hoodie, tickling at the skin slightly until he twitches and bats you away with a groan.

“so..” you begin and it still makes you feel a little giddy how focused on you he is everytime you speak, commanding all of his attention with your every breath. “how many goals did you score?” you continue and nagi’s lips curl into a whisper of a smile when he realises what you’re doing.

you know how many he scored, you watched the games ofcourse and he told you every night when he video called you, but this little push and pull you both started whenever he’d go overseas was something you never want to stop.

“seven. practice was such a drag, those guys were super good.” nagi answers as he blinks at you expectantly, more tenderly than his previous replies as it rumbles through his chest, but you smile before moving closer. “oh, only seven?” you grin, teasing and you feel him squeeze a little at your waist again with his next huff.

“hey, no fair.” but because you’re feeling generous, and because you missed him, you let your hands move up to cup his face — hooded eyes locked on your own as he nuzzles into the touch, almost by instinct.

you roll your eyes but you smile, shifting your position to lean closer before beginning to place kisses along nagi’s face, hearing him sound out a hum under his breath with every press of your lips like he’s keeping count, hands still warm where they hug at your waist.

he pulls you a little closer with each peck, leaning into each one discreetly and you’re not sure if it’s the sleep that’s lacing his limbs that’s making him melt easier than usual, or it’s because he loves you.

“hey, aren’t you gonna welcome me home too?” the whispery tone his voice takes catches you a little off guard, it’s low and almost a whine but you breathe out a laugh when it only seems to pull you closer. but nagi meets you for this one, squeezing you slightly when his lips press against yours and he holds you like he’s scared you’d disappear if he let go.

“nagi seishiro, you are so cringe.” you smile as he pulls away, dusting of pink barely visible on his cheeks in the dimly lit room before he’s grumbling and nuzzling into the crook of your neck as you mimic his words from earlier.

“eh, really? jus’ don’t wanna leave you anymore, just wanna cuddle a little longer, angel.”

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[iamsonyeondone]

nct imagine where the reader is colorblind but renjun describes the colors to them

❤ high school au

❤ just lots of fluff uwu

❤ 1.2k words

❤ summary: Renjun does art whenever he can, but it isn’t always to be left alone and instead to be with someone else.

renjun had the ability to create different worlds and masterpieces with a single pencil

Not literally but you catch my drift

and the fact that he can find some solace from simple materials and a quiet spot to draw

always made him treasure the time

and one of his favourite spots was definitely the art room on a friday because everyone was too busy going out with friends or finishing their assignments

sometimes jaemin and jeno try to persuade him to hangout and sometimes it works

but most of the time he comes up with an excuse that he has to finish up an artwork for a competition that his teacher signed him up for

and dont get me wrong

he loves hanging out with his friends and being rowdy

sometimes he’s the reason why the group is known for being so noisy in the hallways

but some quiet time to himself is always needed after a hectic week of studying and club activities

and also because he always looks forward to see a certain someone when they pass by the art room with the usual stack of forms and homeworks

guess who it is hehe wink wonk

its you!!

as the class president, you always had to chase after your classmates for their forms and homeworks and at the end of the day, you had to hand it up to the teacher

and every friday, ever since you had encountered renjun painting his favourite cartoon character, moomin

you always find the time to stop by and see whatever drawing he had up his sleeves

because this boy can draw so well?? and balance with his studies and basketball?? and you’re just so amazed at how he’s such an all-rounded student who still finds the time to do what he loves

And just like every other friday afternoon, you walk down the hallway where the art room was and peeked into the room to see renjun facing his desk and furiously scribbling something

You snifled your giggle as you tiptoed behind him to give him a little scare

and just as you were about to pounce on his shoulders, you see his initials and someone else’s being written at the edge of his notebook while two moomins held hands in the middle of it

renjun sees the shadow casted on his notebook, nearly breaking his neck from the way he had turned his head so fast

“since when were you here?” he asked in a flustered and rush manner, eliciting a few giggles from you as you peeked a little more to find out who’s initials he wrote next to his

only for him to slam his book shut with a nervous smile

“hmm just a while. i didn’t have much to submit so i’m free for the rest of the day. besides, what are you hiding?” you questioned him, trying to sneak past his arms

but he snatched it away from you and dumped it into his schoolbag

“ITS NOTHING- i mean,, it’s nothing important.s-since you’re free, why don’t you draw with me this time?”

he trembled, taking his sketchbook out instead with his set of color pencils

“uhmm sure,” you hesitated, taking a seat next to him as the both of you shared the A3 sized sketchbook, and taking a pencil each

with every motion, the both of you exchanged words and talked about how your day had went, laughs resonating through the room from either one of you once in awhile

once your sketch had been done, you remained to sticking with your pencil while renjun picked out a few colours for his piece

renjun watched the second of hesitation, your eyes staring at the pencil case full of color pencils before continuing to shade with your 2B pencil

“yknow you can use it if you want. i’ve gotten over the cooties phase for your information,”

you let out a little chuckle as you scratched the side of your head nervously

“nah im not worried about,,that. it’s just that i cant exactly,,,see colours,”

and renjun looks confused for a moment, staring at you as if you had just asked him what the meaning of life was

until it clicks and his mouth forms an O

“i can explain it to you if you want- oh wait a second!! let me do something real quick,” he quips up as he fetches a permanent marker from his pencil case and starts scribbling something onto every pencil

“ok im done! i wrote which colour is which”

and every once in a while, renjun explains what colour sees and feels like in his opinion

mentioning that blue was something people associated with sadness or being in a calm state

yellow is usually seen as a happy colour, the colour of sunflowers and the sun and in general, anything and everything positive

red has many different emotions to it - anger and love but personally renjun thought of red as something of affection

and as you’re colouring you’re work, your eyes glued to the paper, renjun is staring at you in awe

the way your hair just falls perfectly by your face, and the way you looked so adorable with how focused you were on the art piece

that he was oblivious as to what you were colouring

you had drawn your perception of him - sitting in the classroom, back facing you while streams of different characters that renjun had showed you for the past few fridays that the both of you meet

you coloured the characters in mostly yellow tones whlie the rest of his surroundings were in blueish tones

and he was coloured in red

“is this ok?”

You asked in a hush tone, afraid that your hint at confessing was a little too subtle

Did i say confession?? HahA you are most definitely right

Ever since you had seen renjun in the art room that day, being entirely different to the hyperactive boy you see in the hallways

You had seen a different sight to him that not many know off

And since then - talking to him about his hobby and what he aspired to be - you had grown more than fond for the boy

But look at him?? Who couldn’t resist that adorable smile and the way his eyes would twinkle whenever he went on about his favourite cartoon characters

And just when you were about to return the spotlight back onto his own

Renjun has a shy smile to his face

“Is that me? You coloured me red?” he asked, wondering if what you were implying was true

“U-uh yeah. You said that red was something people associated with,, love and anger and whatnot- and NO i’m not mad at you or saying you look angry when you draw its just that-”

“-You like me?

Renjun finishes your sentence as you stared back wide-eyed, unsure of what to say

“I uhm-”

“Oh wait did i go too far?”

“nO i do! I do,, like you,” you mutter as rubbed the back of your neck in embarrassment

Renjun takes your hand away from your neck to make you face him, pushing the sketchbook towards you, and to show you the art he had been working on the past few minutes

It was you, smiling, while he used the red colour pencil to fill in some empty spaces

“Dont worry because i like you too,” he looks up, before quickly looking away and bursting out in laughter

Although you still werent able to see colour, renjun made your life much more vibrant

a/n: this is such a cute idea but i hope i executed it well!! hope you like it anon

[cloudycrystalkpop]

Warrior Queen

pairing: Ravi x reader

sumery: she had missed her chance, and now it tore her apart.

warnings: sad but fluffy little drabble, mental illness.

notes: requested by @heart-baek-bleed 

she lay on the carpeted floor, staring at the white ceiling above her. it had been three days. three days of tears. three days of crying until she was dehydrated, than simply laying there dissociating because her body did not have the strength to move, then falling asleep, and waking up in tears again.

every negitave thought she could have had passed through her mind. ‘you’re an idiot.’ ‘you don’t deserve him.’ ‘he’d never want some stupid little girl like you. look at you. laying there for three days. you’re going to die like that.’ maybe death would be better.

she sniffled again, but no tears came. even they had left her. if only her feelings would leave her too. she looked at the calendar on her wall. today way the day. the day he was leaving. there was no telling when he’d return, if he would at all. she just couldn’t bring herself to say goodbye. 

she felt warnth sting her eyes again. it seamed her tears hadn’t abandoned her after all. she lay back on the floor, currling up in a ball and alowed herself to sob. she was so caught in her emotions, she didn’t hear her front door open.

i’ve got to see her again. i’ve got to say goodbye. i can’t just leave her.

Ravi used the spare key to open (y/n)’s front door. emedeatly he knew something was off. her candles had burned all the way down and there flams extinguished. it was deadly quiet. she always had music playing, or she was humming to herself. if she had gone out she wouldn’t have let the candles burn all the way down, so where was she?

it was then Ravi heard a heart shattering sob. no.

“(y/n)!” Ravi called, rushing to her room.

he found her, curled up in a little ball on her floor. he looked over her quickly for any ingeries, but she seamed clean. he could tell her pain was not phisical. 

“oh, sweet heart...” he sat behind her and pulled her into his lap, cradling her like a child. she was lighter then she should be, and extreamly pale. her sobbing didn’t stop as he held her. he rocked her back and forth, cradling her like a doll who could shatter in his arms at any moment. after some time, her tears stopped.

“it’s gunna be okay, precious. you’re safe. i’ve got you.” he mumbled softly into her hair. she hickuped, hiding her face in his shoulder. he shushed her, rubbing her back and placing his hand on the back of her head. 

“what is it sweet heart, can you tell me?” she hickuped again and shook her head, clutching onto his shirt. he hummed lowly, continuing to rock her. after a little longer, her hickups stopped. he continued to hum, and rock her, rubbing her back. 

she felt new fresh tears sting her eyes, and she tryed to hold back another sob. he only held her tighter, whispering to her that she was safe, that he had her, that she was safe with him. 

“i love you.” she said it so softly she couldn’t even really hear it herself. but Ravi understould. 

“i love you, baby girl. and seeing you in pain, hurts me.” he mumbled into her hair. she hickuped again.

“no, Ravi... you don’t undertand.” he pulled her head up to look at him. in his eyes she saw tears, she saw the stains on his cheeks. he’s been crying too. 

“don’t i?” he asked, there was no harshness in his voice, only softness and pain. “how long have you been like this (y/n)?” she snifled.

“three days?” she geussed. he let out a sob.

“three days? why didn’t you tell anyone? why didn’t you tell me?” he sounded hurt and betraid. she shook her head.

“i didn’t want to bother anyone.” she staited in a small voice. Ravi sobbed again.

“(y/n) listen to me please.” he held her cheeks in his hands, making her look him in the eyes. “you are not a bother. you are never a bother. and when you’re in pain like this, you need to tell someone. you need to tell me. please.” he was still crying as he spoke his beautiful face glistened with tears.

“i love you (y/n). do you understand?” his voice broke as he stared at her. she hickuped, but nodded. “i love you, i love you, i love you...” he repeated those same three words as he kissed her face. her forhead, her cheeks, her chin, her nose, her eyes, and finaly. “i love you so much baby girl.” he kissed her lips.

the next day Ravi was gone. no matter how much he loved (y/n), he still had responsibilities. to his group and to his company. 

when she woke up, she found a glass of water and a note next to her bed. she sat up, taking the small folded note, and opening it. 

“once upon a time, there was a queen. she was stronger then any would know, but even the strongest of warriors had there bad days. she was a fighter though and would not let such a little thing destroy her...” she reread the note, before looking on the back where she read “come and find me” 

she drank the glass of water, and took it and the note into the kitchen. there she found another note. she opened it and read, “she fought bravely, but found herself in a trap she couldn’t escape. she was to fearful to ask for help, and was nearly bested...” she turned the note over again. “keep looking”

she wandered her home again, and at the front door she saw it. there was a small vase full of her favorite flowers, and infront of it sat the last note. “just when she was ready to give up, he found her. never think that you haft to go though your pain alone, never let those negative voices best you, and never forget how much i love you (y/n). let me be your knight if you’ll be my warrior queen. please wait for me. i will be back soon for you my queen. i love you.”

[millicent231-watt]

(AoT) 5 Months - Pregnant!Reader x Father!Levi

Anime / Crossover: Attack on Titan

Songs: None

Request: None

Modern AU: Yes

Reader Insert: Yes

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"Goodbye Levi, have a nice day at work." I chime to my husband as he walks out the door of our humble, little cottage in our beautiful home town in France. "You too." He replies before kneeling down. "And you better not cause to much trouble for your mother while she's working." I giggle as he talks to the little one growing inside me. "Don't worry, he or she won't." I laugh as I push him out the door. "I'm going shopping later today, what would you like for dinner tonight?" He shrugs his shoulders as I fix his uniform. "Anything you cook, I'm happy with."

"Alright, how about some chicken? I can make that butter chicken you love." I sugest happily, recieving a kiss on cheek. "I'd love that. See you later." I wave to him as he walks down the path. I hear the phone ring from the lounge room. "Hello?" I ask as I pick up the phone. "Y/N!" I sigh-chuckle as I hear the voice of one of my co-workers, who was also one of my best friends. "Hi Hange, what's up?" I say as I walk upstairs, to my office. "How's the baby coming along?" I smile to myself and place my hand on my stomach. "Good. I'm 5 months now. I should be getting a call from the doctor telling me the gender today." I start getting giddy at the thought of who was growing inside me. "Hold on a minute Hange, the doorbell is ringing." I say as I hop down the stairs and to the door.

"Ye... HANGE?!" She's standing in front of my door with sketches, blueprints and notes falling out of her arms, holding the phone to her ear with her shoulder. "Uh, he...here let me help." I take a few things off her hands and lead her inside and up to my office. "Thanks!" She says happily as she places the notes and sketches on my desk. "What are you doing here?" I walk over to her. "The boss told me to come today. You haven't been submitting your work lately and he wanted me to check on you. He also wanted me to drop of what the residents of the house want for their interior." I nod as she runs me over the basics of what the Blouse family wanted.

*5 minutes later*

"That's all." She rolls up the blueprint and sits it against the wall with the other blueprints she brought. "Thanks Hange." I hug her gently but let go once the phone rings. "Hello?" I ask. {Hello, is this Mrs Ackerman?} I sit down on my hanging chair I use for relaxing, which I neded alot lately. "Yes, who is this?" {This is Marie Bott, from the hospital.} I reposisioned myself and took a quick glace at Hange. I mouhted the word 'Hospital' to her and she nods. {I'm just calling to let you know that you're carrying a girl.} I felt tears well up in my eyes. {Mrs Ackerman?} I quickly wipe my tears. "Th..thank you. I'm just so happy." I snifle before thanking her once more and hanging up.

"So...." Hange asks cautiously as she sits in my desk chair. "It's a girl!" I say happily before I burst out in tears again. "Oh Y/N, that's amazing!" She runs over to me and hugs me tightly. "I'll ask the boss to give you this time off, so you can get ready and get her room ready." She offers and I nod my head. "It's a good thing she's got an A-class interior designer as a mother." She jokes, making my chuckle a little. "Levi's gonna get along with her, he is a Kindergarten teacher after all." I pick up the phone again and dial a number. "Who're you calling?" I look up at my best friend. "Levi. I didn't tell him I was getting the gender today and I want to tell him here, now." I hold the phone to my ear and wait for a few econds before I hear a familier voice. {Levi, speaking.} I start crying again and had trouble forming audible words. {Y/N?! Are you okay?} I break down again at his voice and Hange takes the phone off me. "Levi, it's me, Hange? Y/N said she'd like you to come around now, if you can." I see Hange nod her head a few times before speaking again. "No, no, she's fine. Just come around if you can." And with that she hangs up the phone. "He said he'd be here as quick as he could Y/N. Just hold tight."

*15 minutes later*

Hange had moved me downstairs to the living room and onto the couch before she left to go back to work, taking the notes, sketches and blueprints with her. I was laying on my side when the door opened. "Y/N!" Levi drops his keys runs over to me quickly and wraps his arms around me. "What happened? You were crying on the phone before." He said as he rubbed the back of my head. "Le....Levi...." I stutter as my tears slow down. "What, what is it?" He pushes back and looks me in the eye. "Girl..." I choke out. "What are you talking about Y/N?" He says as he cups my face with his warm hands. I grab his hand softly and place it on my stomach. "I...it's a girl..." I stutter through happy tears and a smile.

I see a rare sight before my eyes as Levi had begun to cry aswell. Not as intensly as me, but there were still tears. "Oh, that's great! I'll get some time off work to help you, okay?" I nod my head and hug him again. "What are we going to call her?" I ask, still shocked that there was a little baby girl growing in me. "I don't know. What do you want to call her?" He asks sweetly. "Aria... Aria Ackerman..." I smile to myself as I say her name. "I love it...." He whispers in my ear. "I'm sorry, I didn't have time to go out and get the shopping done." I whimper as I wipe my tears. "Don't worry about that, we can order pizza tonight. You shouldn't have to worry about shopping right now." I nod my head and he grabs my hand, kissing the back of it softly. "I remember when your name was just Y/N L/N, but now you're Y/N Ackerman and we're staring a family together. I just can't beleive it..." He admits though his tears. "I know. I love you Levi." I say as I kiss him softly and quickly. "I love you too."

*4 years later*

"Aria, where are you?" I sing as I pace around the living room, purposely not finding her. I hear a giggle from the toddler behind the couch. "Where are you? I can hear you..." I sing once more pacing around to the back of the couch. "Ha! Gotcha!" I say playfully, tickling her till she lays on the floor. "Mum!" I hear her laugh happily as I pick her up and carry her into her room. "Having fun?" I hear my husband snicker from the door. "Daddy!" Arias legs carry her as fast as they can towards her 'daddy'. "Hi, beautiful. How was your day?" He asks as he sits down on the nursery floor with me, Aria in his lap. "Great! I think Philip (A/N Pronounced PHIL-EEP) is going to be a crime fighter when he grows up!" She says making a superhero pose. "Why's that sweetie?" Levi asks and Aria puts her hand on my enlarged stomach. "I was having a nap with mum and he kick me in the head!"

I smile as my husband and daughter laugh and play together. "Come on mum! Let go have dinner!" I giggle and Levi helps me up. "I'm glad I met you and got to make a family with you Y/N." He whisper in my ear once our daughter was out of sight. I sit to the table as Levi lifts Aria into her chair. Me too, Levi. Me too. I think to myself as we ate dinner together.

[garoujo]

Omg emmie hi!!! The baizhu banner reveal is here and I’m so glad that he’s on the same half as kaveh! It’s gonna be a full husbando patch for meeee! Are you going to be pulling for baizhu or kaveh?

Oh! And how’s your journey into kpop going? Have you found any artists/songs you like? And how massive has the playlist grown lolol

Have a wonderful day and here’s a big hug from me to you 🫂

-🍁

hiiii my love!!! omigosh i legkt just seen ive not watched the stream yet but ajahajak ^_^ i can’t believe they’re making us wait till the second phase for him tho snifle!!! i want nahida anyways so it’s whatever ;^; i want both baizhu + kaveh too akajkaa good luck w ur pulls when they come my love <333

omigosh it’s been so fun, i totally have been LOVING new jeans + i also like ‘wanna be’ by itzy + la serrafim + twice n theres so many!!! it’s literally soooo fun listening to them all <33 the playlist grows everyday i swear >.< hope u have an amazing day also!!! giving u the tightest hug everrrr ૮ ◜ᵕ◝ ㅅ ა !!

[iamsonyeondone]

your anchor // min yoongi

♥ fluffy!!

♥ 2k words

♥ summary: some friendships are forgotten while others are just meant to take a break, and evolve into something better

wow news anchor! Yoongi with his full on attire - a crisp black suit and a black tie around his collar while his hair is swept back

A look™

But there’s a huge contrast between his appearance on and off camera

He tries his best not to wear his suit and tie that much because it gets really stuffy at the broadcasting station, people scurrying from place to place and the vicinity in general is always being packed with writers and his other fellow colleagues

Despite his calm and chill demeanor behind the camera, he still remains professional and respectful to his superiors

Unless they get on his nerves and he has to hit them with the Facts

Which Writer! Namjoon has to refrain him from doing so and drag him away from the situation

It’s also a huge bonus that his expressions are always stoic and it takes A LOT for someone to crack him up

Once he was switching the camera to his colleague, Weatherman! Taehyung, and Tae had this green suit on so only his head was floating

It was a Halloween special afterall

Everyone else in the room was trying to snifle their giggles but Yoongi just sat there with an emotionless expression and nodding his head for Tae to go on

Only the other weatherman! Hoseok and Cameraman! Jungkook has ever made him giggle

And everyone’s trying to find out why??

But we all know he has a soft spot for them

But Yoongi generally a respectful, intelligent and hardworking so even if his cold expression stirs people away, they don’t necessarily hate him because he does his work right 

so you on the other hand was a cameraperson!! because you were always interested in filming and even had a minor in it during college

and you’re pumped!! but also super stressed because what if you don’t do your job right and some sort of malfunction happens??

but you’re just being paranoid because you always double check before filming starts

sometimes it’s hard to film because someone cracks a good joke on set but you’re filming right now and it is NOT the right time to snort right now (y/n)

it happened once and the celebrities joined in the fun with you as you hid your face behind the huge camera

you were lucky enough that everyone else burst into laughter a second later because you would have been in big trouble

and what does Yoongi have to do with you???

because you guys go wayyyyy back!!

the both of you had known each other by being in the same high school

the both of you weren’t the best of friends, but you guys still put in the effort to watch out for one another 

your reason being because he was cute!!! :(((

he was 70% squishy and soft back then

but cute like a little brother, even if he was a few years older

but as time passed and it was time to part ways, there were many friends you had distanced from, one of them being Yoongi

but you didn’t expect to see him in the same broadcasting station as you

and the first time the both of you met felt so nostalgic and awkward

“Yoongi? Min Yoongi?”

“(y/n)?? What are you doing here?” he chuckled, bringing his hand out of his pocket to shake your hand

“I just got a job as a cameraperson here. Looks like you landed a job as a news anchor?” you smiled, and you couldn’t help but swoon at the sight of him

because squishy yoongi has grown mature and handsome and wow that watch on his nice hands look-

“heh yeah,”

and then it’s just s I l e n c e

“I’ll get going then, see you around?”

“yeah, sure. see you around too,”

and you just sonic zoomed right out of there because your heart is racing a mile a minute, your palms got clammy and what is this??? why is your face so red???

you only thought he was cute like just average cute

but he turned into a Whole Man

and if you hadn’t run off, maybe you could’ve caught a glimpse of his gummy smile

but you didn’t hear that from me

and it was to be expected that you’d see him almost everyday now because they were currently short on staff for the camera crew so you always took the shift for the 8 oclock news

which was when Yoongi is doing his job as the news anchor

and oh my goodness can he look any better on camera??

and every time the news ends, Yoongi comes your way and gives you a smile, saying you did a good job and you could melt on the spot

and after working there for a month, it becomes routine that the both of you hangout at the break room with instant coffee and reminisce about the old days and finding out about the current lives of your former schoolmates

and it feels like the bond had never left

It feels exactly like the old days because Min Yoongi becomes even more enamored by you

the way you smile so wide and chuckle over the shooting you had that day or the way your face turns all serious with your eyebrows furrowed when you’re concentrating

and dare I say, he is Whipped for you

since day 1 but he never had the guts to tell you

that’s when the anniversary of the broadcasting station came and all the workers were invited to celebrate it

of course it was a formal event so you had to wear something more special other than the hoodie and jeans you wore to work everyday

and it feels weird arriving to the venue all dolled up as your colleagues cheered for you because you look stunning hunny!!

and as you’re walking through the hall, talking to fellow friends and colleagues, you spot Yoongi at the corner with a wineglass in hand

you made your way to him and once he spotted you, he nearly spilled his wine

because can you get any more beautiful??

“Keeping to yourself again?” you chuckled, swooping up another glass from a waiter who was passing by as you chuckled

and that gummy smile hoLy

“You should already know how I am as a person, (y/n). Just as much as I know you feel uncomfortable wearing that, even if you look gorgeous in it”

and you kinda just,,, took a few seconds to think because,, Min Yoongi just complimented you

you shouldn’t get ahead of yourself, you thought to yourself as you took another sip from your glass

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Suga,” you teased as you looked towards him from behind your glass

and that shocked looked on his face makes your burst out laughing

“We don’t talk about my Soundcloud here you, doofus,”

“Yeah, but they’re missing out on a masterpiece,”

“Oh really?? How about the one that’s standing right in front of me?” 

and the tables just FLIP the don’t turn they FLIP because you’re losing your mind and internally panicking over that deliberate flirting

and,,,you don't know how to respond

your cheeks turn rosy pink to the point where it reaches your ears and your eyes immediately avoid his gaze because suddenly there’s this look in his eyes you can’t decipher

it’s love (y/n) get it together will you??

and yoongi is losing his mind too because where did all these obnoxious flirting come from??? who did you learn this from, min yoongi??

“I’ll go take a breather, it feels a little stuffy in here,” you chuckle nervously as you shoot him a sheepish smile before leaving the hall to enjoy the calm and quiet of the hallways

at that moment, yoongi knew he effed up

did he just destroy a friendship like that?? and the thought of him losing you had his mind running a mile an hour and before he knew it, he was tracing your steps to see where you had escaped too

a part of him wanted clarification, to see if you really didn’t reciprocate his feelings

or else he wouldn’t be able to sleep peacefully that night, or even from that day onwards

as soon as you heard footsteps behind you, you turned your head quickly to the source of the sound 

the person you least wanted to see standing in front of you with a,, worried expression?

you wished he had come later, when your thoughts were rational and not thinking about a way to plant your lips on his or runaway to another country

but you couldn’t run away now that he stood a few inches from you, a little breathless from frantically searching for you along the corridors

“Sorry if I startled you back there I just- goddamnit,” he sighed, frustration evident in his voice as he continuously ran his fingers through hi hair, his sleak and swept back hair turning messier by the minute

“What? What are you apologizing for?”

“I took it too far and flirted with you, my friend. I should’ve known you didn't like me back-”

“like you back?”

“Yes, (y/n), I like you, is it not obvious enough?”

and you’re just standing there with a flustered and frustrated Yoongi, his eyes trying to see what kind of emotion your eyes were portraying

it took you a few minutes to let everything absorb into your brain as you chuckled nervously, brushing stray strands away from your face

“so the feeling’s are mutual?” you questioned him, hope in your eyes as you bit onto your lips

and his eyes sparkle

and he wants to kiss you and sweep you off your feet

but instead, he lets out elated giggles, gently taking your hands in his as you allowed him to do so

he planted a soft kiss on your knuckles while his gaze never left you

but you catch his eyes trailing back to your lips as they curled into a soft smile

“You know, kissing doesn’t sound that bad right now. Maybe I should find a dashing guy back at the hall-”

Yoongi chuckles, his gummy grin plastered on his face as he slowly grabbed you by the waist and brought you closer

placing his hand at the back of your neck, he gave you one last look before planting a soft kiss on yours, the feeling of it melting your heart

you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, causing him to break out into another fit of giggles as the both of you broke apart, resting against one another’s foreheads

“We’re idiots aren’t we?”

“Yeah, two idiots in love,” he smiled endearingly towards you before going for another kiss

“Wanna ditch the party and get some lamb skewers? the sliders here taste like bricks,” you scrunched your nose in disgust as the both of you walked down the hallway with your fingers interlaced

“Sure thing, babe,” he smirked, as if you couldn’t get any redder by the nickname

wow you guys are so cute :’))

so now that the both of you are now a couple

meeting at the break room doesn’t only consist of instant coffee ;)) 

and now that every time your behind the camera, Yoongi sometimes break out into a smile when he reads out articles that remind him of you

and everyone around the world has been shaken to the core

because handsome stoic dude has emotions

and of course his friends tease him about it

but he’ll gladly boast about you to them

like one time Hoseok teased him for smiling at you so endearingly while you prepped the cameras before filming

because he’s Whipped, didn’t I say that already??

and he’s like so what? they’re cute as hell, of course i’ll smile

and he HAS to say it in front of you and embarrass you

now everyone is pushing you guys to get married with all these articles of famous celebrities getting married

it’s understandable because time flies and the both of you have been together for 3 years now??

but I don’t think you have to wait that long ;))

you didn’t hear that from me or Yoongles will kill me HAHA toodles

a/n: I’ve got stupid writer’s block for the past few days so I took a break and caught up with all my groups until I stumbled upon that post about Yoongi wanting to be a news anchor HAHA I love me man ok bye bye hope you guys are having a good day/night!!