#this is so corny wtf

[capitalisticveins]

POV: You’re Claire and you’re done getting changed after a pack run

[andromedagrrrl]

[gunsatthaphan]

🍒🫶🏻

[abbey-abdominal]

day three: date night

The Digital Lake freezes over in a special winter episode and it’s not romantic at all 😏😏😏 pomni does not bust her ass multiple times 😏😏😏😏 and ragatha does not find it endearing 😏😏😏😏😏 they don’t get hot cocoa after this 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏 they’re just really good friends 😏😏😏😏😏😏🤔😏😏😏😏😏

[b0ulder-puncher]

squadron what do we think of Dennis rafkin at the local Denny’s parking lot

He sensed the spirits of the two ex gfs fighting in the Denny's parking lot

[meowow32]

tired of socializing

[pokeattorney]

Tried my hand at giving hop a more.... Unique neo champion outfit

[shouldwemaybe]

should be doing math but now im thinking of beata and jeanlouis' first kiss

[nathanialhowe]

this is on a meta vid abt wyll bg3 and so true ... hes my blorbo...wtf

[bandzboy]

i don’t know if you’re an army but yoongi did not write snooze for his “fans” to go and shit on the very juniors he was trying to comfort with the lyrics

i am not exactly an army i'm more of a casual listener but i know the song and it's a very nice song really but also this brings up these discussions i've been seeing on twt about how some armys don't even read their lyrics or even care much about their music as much as they say they do and it's sad

[laurmaus]

Hellll nooooooo😭😭😭😭😭

[sevicia]

I hate how everything goes back to childhood LOL cause while I don't remember things suuuper vividly I still remember then enough yk ... like when I was in 3rd maybe 4th grade this girl came up to me while I was on my desk and I looked up at her and she went "oh you're so cute can I kiss you?" and I must've been like uh ummm um um because she just laughed in my face like "EWWW did you actually believe that ??? who would ever wanna kiss you ???" AND I HATE THE EFFECT IT HAD ON ME. cause that's just so on the nose it's almost cartoonish and To This Day I feel deeply ashamed every time I think about me having anything romantic with anyone or even when I think someone might have had interest in me it's like SHUT THAT SHIT DOWN NEOWWW !! don't even think about it !!!

[opt1mistic]

i’m such a lesbian i cant

[desiringparadise]

want to ask for prompts but am afraid they'll be shit

[adoresia]

Bro how did I use up 30 tags already I didn’t even get to add my reblog tag 😢

01 :: KUROOS OUT THE WINDOW

wc 1.1k, mention of death sort of, sarcastic mention of fighting

series mlist | gen mlist

Tetsuro Kuroo had a recurring habit of inviting himself into your home.

It was often that you’d peer out your window in the darkest hours of the night and find a familiar silhouette staring back at you, tufts of messy black hair glowing brown beneath the streetlights. You’d learned that in their early adolescence, this too was common between him and Kenma (though it was more of a check up with Kenma than it was with you—the indescribable yearning for you his only excuse now, but he’d never admit that to you). Tonight was no different.

The soft tapping of pebbles against your window was a familiar pattern, the gentle brashness pulling you from the thoughtless daze you’d found yourself falling into. You’d like to blame it on the exhaustion that followed the day, but self awareness was something you’d always been mindful of, and you knew that this was a common occurence. A particularly loud clink against the glass was enough to snap you out of it entirely, blinking back into the current universe, the events happening around you. It barely took you a conscious thought to recognize the buzz of his presence, the way your skin prickled with conversance, a warmth creeping into the confines of your chest at the mere anticipation of his appearance.

Had you been another, you may have turned him away. You may have prioritized your slumber and curled into the softness of your sheets and relished in the moment alone, but you were you. No sleep left you well rested if not accompanied by the lingering bliss of his gaze, long after his laughter had faded as had his presence. So you kicked the laundry on the floor beneath your bed—the hushed reminder of the morning's chaos swept away until further notice—and padded over to the window.

Moonlight pooled into your room as you opened it, the soft blue tones illuminating its own section of the hardwood floors.

Kuroo stood on the grassy yard left to your home, smiling lazily at you from two stories down. The amber brown of his eyes appeared a dark, sultry espresso in the inky black of the hour, the corners of them crinkling in amusement as he took you in.

“Kuroo,” you greeted quietly, voice quiet as the distant sound of passing cars.

He gave a soft nod of acknowledgment, hands resting on his hips. He was clad in a baggy sweater and loose sweats, crinkled by the curl of his fingers and gently caressed by the growing grass at his feet. “Mind giving me a hand?” he took a step, only asking as he neared the wall, already hiking himself up onto the piece of roof that sat conveniently below your bedroom window. It seemed to be perfectly fit for Kuroo and the little routine the two of you had curated, and although it had other purposes you appreciated, this one had to be your favourite.

You placed a hand on his arm as he hauled himself through the sill, willing yourself to ignore the firmness of his bicep as it flexed beneath your palm. The hoodie made it easy to forget that it was Kuroo underneath there—all of him. If he noticed the way your eyes lingered where you touched he didn’t say anything, a bit preoccupied by the way he tripped and nearly collapsed onto your floor—almost bringing you and every valuable surrounding you with him. A small yelp of surprise echoed through the air, and you weren’t sure if it came from you or the boy to your right.

“Sorry,” he whispered, standing up more stiff than before. Hints of embarrassment were pulling at his face, but they quickly melted into his usual casual smirk, as if it was never there at all.

He parted from you, taking the few short strides to your bed and flopping down with an ‘oof’. Face down in your pillows, long limbs dangling off the edges in all directions, his cheek squished cartoonishly against the bed as he peeked out at you.

You joined him with a giggle, although you weren’t nearly as obnoxious about it, sitting on one of the few chunks of space not claimed by Tetsuro.

“You’re real loud. What if my dad came in here right now and kicked your ass for sneaking in, huh?” you teased, head cocking to the side.

He peeked at you, shuffling so that he was on his side. Grinning, he didn’t even give it a second thought before replying, “He wouldn’t. Your dad loves me.” For a second afterward, though, he faltered.

You didn’t even notice because it was annoying how right he was. You rolled your eyes, mimicking him childishly under your breath. Unfortunately, Kuroo’s ears were keen, his eyes narrowing at the mockery. His large hand came up and playfully nudged you, to which you responded with a soft push of your own. “Don’t play that game,” he sniggered, “you know I’ll win.”

You hummed, feigning thoughtfulness. “Okay, but if I accepted that, it wouldn’t be fun.”

His head tilted, and he shrugged passively. Pushing himself up with a groan akin to that of an elderly man with back problems, he sat next to you, legs crossed.

“…your dad does like me, right?” he backtracked, brows furrowing gently. The cause may have been sleep deprivation, but he almost looked like he lacked the confidence he always carried himself with.

“Of course,” you reassured him, although it somewhat pained you to admit. “Everyone likes you,” you muttered.

He perked up. “You think so?” he said, leaning in playfully, a little too proud. “Even you?”

You pushed him away with a scoff, but your lips were quirking up, and he saw right through you. Maybe at times, he appeared to be a jockish, cocky guy, but Kuroo’s many layers ran deeper than the veins in his skin. And he was sure you flowed through every one of them. He knew you.

“Okay, maybe you don’t like me,” he said, sarcasm heavily laced in his tone. “But I could make you if I tried. I think I could make you love me, actually.”

“Oh, yeah?” you humoured him.

“Mhm.”

Speaking without thinking was a proclivity that would lead to your demise, you were sure. “Willing to bet money on it?”

In a way, he was offended that you were so doubtful in his abilities—and that this was a bet still able to be made at all, that there was a possibility of your victory. He ignored that part. “Of course I am. You really don’t think so?”

“Not at all,” you lied. “I’d like to see you try.”

In an instant, his hand was extended out between you, and when you looked up he was eyeing you like this was some sort of hustle. The warmth of his skin against yours was invading as he shook your hand, the deal sealed as he held it, encasing you in his grasp.

Just like that, the bet was made. Set in stone, a stick and poke digging into your chest—the black ink marking you from now until you were one day inspected at the morgue and identified by Kuroo being written messily within your chest.

“Happy losing,” he said.

Oh, but you already had.

Cigarettes out the window? No we have Kuroo’s out the window tf

Forgive me if this is ass, I’m sick + tired + in need of improvement

Yn stared at her wall for a good hour the next time she was alone wondering why she does this to herself

Self deprecation will actually kill her

Had this pre written in the drafts… now time to go finish hw and work on rqs 😴

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[catiuskaa]

missed me, missed me, now you gotta...

SUMMARY: minho wasn’t grumpy, nor he was jealous. but he hasn’t been the same ever since he fell in love with you.

REQUESTED! by a sweet annonie right here. pookie, your idea was lovely to write! lil grumpy minho, im melting… it’s a bit short, but I hope you like it! <3

CW: use of (crack) text messages to convey the plot, starring: han quokka as cupid + reader’s bsf, clingy minho as king of my heart, and ngl, type 1 diabetes fluff ahead. keep insulin shots close just in case! lol

WC: 1.1k

A/N: i love how i’m slowly turning into a minho blog/page lmaoo, only minho: the man, the myth, the legend!

[🪻☆🌫️☆🪻]

The same ringtone buzzed again during rehearsals. Its ding had sounded so many times already that it had started to get repetitive really quickly.

Minho frowned as he looked in the mirror, retouching his rolled sleeves just once more for what he secretly knew it had been more than twenty times. In the span of ten minutes. Maybe even less.

But Minho wasn’t ‘grumpy’.

He so wasn’t.

His day had been normal so far. He had no reason to be grumpy. Not one what-so-ever.

He had woken up in between your arms, and even if he had ‘complained’ about it, he loved being the little spoon. And also, his cats jumped on the bed and, just for once, none of them landed on his face.

There had been just one thing.

…

Well. Technically more than one.

You had rushed outside this morning. You claimed you didn’t have time to have breakfast with him, because you were late for something he didn’t really get. Because of that, you hadn’t come over to the JYP building with him. He had to drive over alone. And you hadn’t pecked him goodbye at the entrance like always.

But he. Wasn’t. Grumpy.

Not. At. All.

> sunggie: girl, did you hide his cats or smth?

< minho’s owner: lol, wdym dude?

> sunggie: he looks like he’s going to kill me.

> sunggie: And he loves me! Wtf??

“Jisung-ah.”

Han shrieked in his place in the sofa, his phone almost falling off his hands. He quickly turned it off, hoping that the grumpy dancer hadn’t seen the old or new messages.

“Who were you texting?” Minho frowned, deeper this time.

“Oh.” Jisung chuckled. “Just checking in on noona.”

“My girlfriend?” The way Minho enunciated the title felt a bit possesive. Jisung eyed at him weirdly for a second. Even he felt weird himself.

Jisung nodded sheepishly, turning his phone back on but quickly opening a random app.

“Yeah. I owed her a call back.” He shrugged, nonchalantly accepting that he had opened Subway Surfers, and started to play.

As the catchy music came from Han’s phone, Minho shook his head.

Not grumpy.

Not at all.

But the thought that you had been texting Han and didn’t text him —instead of him— did funny things in his chest.

Now, keep in mind that Minho would never describe himself as a jealous man.

He trusted you with his cats, of course he trusted you regarding your relationship. But he had barely got a hold of you all day. And Han had. By call and text. Like he was doing now.

Not grumpy.

Sure.

< minho’s owner: you dead yet?

Jisung groaned.

> sunggie: no! you made me lose my score!

> sunggie: and I don’t have any keys! ㅠㅠ

< minho’s owner: sucks to suck, lol

< minho’s owner: but what’s wrong with my future husband? did you do something?

> sunggie: he’s moody since he came in this morning.

> sunggie: you weren’t here tho. smth wrong between ya?

< minho’s owner: no…? just had to run to work early…

And then, something in Jisung’s paboracha brain connected. Probably because of how he had named your contact in his phone.

> sunggie: omg

< minho’s owner: what?

> sunggie: that corny dumbass

> sunggie: he’s so stupid

< minho’s owner: bitch what is it???

> sunggie: he’s moody bc u didn’t come in with him today!

You hesitated. Could that be it?

< minho’s owner: really? u think so?

> sunggie: bitch I know so!

> sunggie: imma go get boba for the boys, get your ass here and come w/ me

Jisung’s brain started to work at cupid’s speed.

< minho’s owner: omw. be there in 5’

“Guys, I’m gonna go get boba. Do any of you want something?”

The rest of the gang blabbered something while some kept going over the steps of the choreography and the others rested on the couch, doozing off or on their phones. Han quickly noted down everyone’s orders, not before being squinted down by Minho. He held back a shiver.

“Clingy prick…” Jisung mumbled, leaving quickly.

He walked out of the JYP building, waiving and half bowing to the staff members and other artists in the building.

< minho’s owner: just parked! ^^

Jisung entered the boba place next to the building, smiling at the cashier as he read down the orders on his note app, and stood aside, waiting for the drinks.

“Hey!” You smiled widely at him, taking off your scarf, merely leaving it hanging on your shoulders. He clapped your hand, playfully slapping your back.

“Working hard?” Jisung snickered, pointing at the bag on your other hand.

You side-eyed at him, giggling softly.

“Took some snacks before heading off.” You shrugged. “We can sneak these in, right?”

Jisung scratched the back of his neck. “We’ll… come up with something.”

You both struggled carrying the drinks, teasing each other and betting who’d make a mess first. But all giggles came to an end when the security guard stared at you.

“Name and business?” He asked in a low huff.

Your body stiffened.

“She’s my sister,” Han chimed back. You were in fact far from being his sister, but that didn’t matter when the guard seemed to nod. “She’s just helping me carry the drinks inside.”

“And the bag? What’s inside?”

You cleared your throat, smiling. “Clothes for him to change once he finishes training.” You lied.

Thank God for his imagination. And for his stupid idea of shoving your scarf and his hoodie into the bag of snacks.

“Ok. You may come in.” The guard smiled politely.

Only after the both of you had gotten into the elevator you allowed yourselves to let out a sight full of relief. You two then smirked, high-fiving.

“Thank you, bro.” You teased in a snicker.

He cackled. “You’re welcome, sis.”

You both laughed and joked until you reached the training room.

“The person you dream of is back!” Han cackled.

“Noona!” Felix grinned happily.

“Yeah, that’s me!” You cackled at Jisung’s faked frown.

You smiled and greeted everyone as you entered, leaving a certain bunny boy for last.

You sat next to him on the couch, and without missing a beat, he took your legs and layed them on his lap.

You took a sip of his drink, and he stared at you, almost with a squint.

“You’ve made me jealous of fucking Han Jisung.” He stated matter-o-factly, making you practically choke on the tapioka pearls.

You coughed. “What?”

“You texted him all evening. And me? Not even a good luck kiss this morning.”

“Aw, are you grumpy, kitten?” You grinned teasingly, speaking only towards him in a soft tone to his ear. You pecked his cheek.

He needed more of those.

Grumpy, huh?

“Yes. Very.” He mumbled, hiding his blushed and pleased grin in the crook of your neck. “Need more kisses.”

“Well, you know how it goes.” You mumbled in a snicker. He hummed at you, waiting for you to explain.

You kissed his forehead softly, his hands stroking your thighs.

“Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me.”

~Kats, who can write this in one sit, but can’t figure out how chemistry works (yes have exams, why did I choose this for myself, help)