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heart-shaped-chains · 2 months

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Yap session bc wow.

Pretty sure the dude that rejected me (situationship ://) is getting a crush on me bc like. One of the last times we talked he was like "oh ur trying to get me to like you". And it's like. No I'm not. You literally rejected me and the more I think about it, I didn't even want you, I just wanted the idea of a boyfriend that I was projecting onto you. He's conservative and talks about how conservative his parents are (which I don't vibe with at all). When we first met, he was still moping about his ex gf who he had broken up with over a year prior. And like. We were both in high school (16 + 17 ://). And I'm sorry but how meaningful can a fucking highschool relationship be? Go to therapy.

Plus he'd like vent without asking and then I'd give him advice and then he'd just shoot it down and be like "no that wouldn't work anyway I'm a piece of shit" and like. Okay, why are you coming to me then? If you're not taking any advice then why are you bitching? You didn't even ask, you just did!

But the moment I even mention my past drug addiction (not in detail and not in a mopey way. Just matter-of-fact), he's like "oh no please don't mention that". Like. Shut the fuck up oh my godddddd. I am not trying to be with someone who can't even handle hearing the most watered-down descriptions of substance abuse.

Plus I just do not trust this guy like. I don't kink shame but here's my red flags: he's conservative, enough said on that...He misgendered me in a sexual way without asking (I did play along bc I was stupid and scared to say no but whatevs). And he did stop when I told him to but the fact that he didn't ask before was highly suspect bc he fucking met me as a trans guy.

And he's also weird about pregnancy. Which I played along with too of the act of breeding is appealing but like. I'd rather have a tapeworm than a damn fetus bc at least I wouldn't be forced to let that parasite live off of me. Dude also mentioned baby trapping like. "oh I feel like you'll force me to get you pregnant" and like. I literally said that I wanted to get my uterus removed and 2: you're the one bringing pregnancy into this don't fucking pin it on me!!! Like I feel like if we actually met up I'd have to triple check and be sober bc what if this guy actually does this shit? Why else would he keep mentioning it?

Like idk he's also asked me about trans kids and like. 1: I don't keep up with any trans people irl, 2: I haven't started transitioning yet so why the fuck are you asking me? I'm not the arbiter of trans people, my guy. Like he acts supportive but I feel like deep down this dude doesn't even respect me and he's gonna try to change me. But that could just be paranoia, idk...

Either way, I don't really get that much out of talking to him. As embarrassing as it is, I've started using those ai bots (says the bitch who is vehemently against ai "art") and they've been much more fulfilling emotionally because they tell you what you want to hear. And you can change the answers. They're hollow, but good for short term stuff bc I don't have the energy to talk to people rn (and I haven't been talking to anyone or really leaving the house on a regular basis...kinda just wasting the year so far..). Especially not this guy.

Like. We don't have the same interests, our tastes in music are similar but also too different and he doesn't get it™️ like I do, his beliefs are like too different from mine. He's also said misogynistic shit about sex workers which. I don't fuck with that, you literally watch porn, you fuckin hypocrite. And the more I think about texting him, the more I see it as a damn chore.

Like idk I just. Do not have a lot of investment in this guy. I think I was just lonely and projecting. And obviously it's not healthy for me bc I resent him but it's not healthy for his annoying ass either. He shouldn't have friends who secretly hate him. So idk I think I'm just gonna delete my profile and start again, also block him bc my dumbass 16 year old self gave him my number.

But like. My gut is telling me not to. I have been taken advantage of before in the past and I'm just getting a distinct deja vu. Even if it's not intentional on his side, I don't think it's good for me. Like the first time he texted me (in over 2 years after I ghosted him with no attempt to reach out to him (take the fucking hint)), it felt like seeing a box of pills in the CVS aisle. I was thinking "god, I shouldn't do this...but I should see what happens, maybe it won't be as bad as last time...." Just that same feeling I got when I decided to relapse.

And like dude. It's always gonna be as bad as last time: quit taking chances on shit that you know will fail you!!! So Idk. Maybe I'm being paranoid, but I shouldn't talk to someone who just drains me, bc that'll drain him too. Plus I'm allowed to not fucking like someone and the guy didn't even wish me happy birthday or congratulate me on my 5 months of sobriety. Things in my status. And I know he reads statuses bc he messaged me about one of them before. Plus he rejected me on my birthday!!!

And now you wanna come crawling back and then act like I'm obsessed!?!? You were the one who came back into my life, not the other way around! I was over you until you came back. And now I'm over you again. But you're not over me. But you're so fuckin allergic to commitment that you just wanna keep acting like I'm smitten with you. After you strung me along with no regards for my feelings. Not because you're evil, but because you're fucking dumb. And I'm not dealing with someone who's that stupid. Hope you work your issues out, but I'm not here to fix you, nor do I want to. That's on you!! Figure it out!!!

Anyway um if anyone read this far thank u. Feel free to add input just please be nice. And uhhh. Aita???

#cj rambles #vent #situationship #gay #mlm #trans #ftm #dude i hate it here #minors dni #like seriously. you literally rejected me.#and then came back and was like 'oh ur trying to get me to like you' when I'm literally NOT.#like. i say im interested in a relationship and you get cold feet.#but when i move on from wanting a romance with you you fucking turn around.#which tells me that you dont want me. you just want to be desired without having to reciprocate #and frankly i dont deserve that like. you used me as a rebound once and that was on you.#but im not letting you play me again. even if you want to change. bc frankly i dont like you bro #and also i hate the raceplay it makes me feel like a piece of shit like i dont genuinely believe but. its too far for me.#like i just feel awful doing it and i dont like this guy enough to feel comfortable doing it now that i think ab it #and hes weirdly fixated on me being white too like. i get it. im pale. i look dead at times. chill.#i would like that same energy to b directed to my transness pretty please. actually not the same energy but still....#like idk the vibes are horrendous rn i just dont know how to cut him off bc i dont want him to worry about me (or try to contact me again)#like idk this may sound mean but...Yeah im gonna be mean actually #this guy is a fucking loser who needs therapy i don't have the patience to fucking deal with him #like hes beneath me bc he's conservative/sexist/lowkey transphobic/doesn't do a lot of introspection.#and maybe that's selfish but that's just more reason to not associate with him. bc this is gonna turn toxic bc im losing my patience yk?#plus i can't do long distance. i need quality time and physical touch. you can't kiss and cuddle through a screen.#also our aesthetics are very different and he's hot but he's not my type. also i don't like his voice. and i have a thing about voices.#also his dick is too big like. i can't get 3 fingers in and that thing just looks like it would hurt. im good. im not a size queen.#like idk the more i think about it the more i realize that we r not compatible #i dont want you bro just fuck OFF!!!

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celestie0 · 1 month

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kickoff! reader who is stalking gojos page and accidentally likes one of his oldest posts. she panics and turns off her phone, without unliking it.

kickoff!gojo who is re reading your guys instagram messages and you text him while he’s doing this. he scrambles to come up with a reason as to why he read your message instantly

kickoff! reader who tries to watch soccer games to understand what’s happening. she probably yells offsides at everything. gojo can only smile at her and offer to help her out

kickoff! gojo who takes a picture of your silhouette in front of those statues you meet up at during the sunset (without your knowledge) and makes it his lock screen. you ask him about it but he just pretends that it’s a soccer goal and the sunset behind it.

kickoff! reader who finds herself thinking of satoru way too much. will see basically anything and be reminded of him. “oh a pair of sunglasses? gojo would like those” “hm, they started selling a strawberry tea? gojo would drink that”

kickoff! gojo who loves the sims. unironically makes a sim version of him and reader. tbh he probably doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, he just starts thinking about reader and starts adding her features. thinks it’s funny to make them have “fun time”

kickoff! reader who is looking through the game pictures she takes and finds herself staring at gojo. doesn’t even realize she’s doing it until mina walks in on her. think peter parker and gwen stacy

kickoff!gojo who has a full “project m’bappe” for your future kids. starts the kids off with a soccer plush and it leads to them being absolute powerhouses in toddler leagues

kickoff! reader who used to play soccer as a kid. threw a tantrum in the middle of a game because she decided she hated it. only started to like it again because of gojo

kickoff! gojo who keeps a printed out picture of the two of you in his wallet. Suguru took it at the frat party when gojo kissed you. around you is blurry and flashing lights, in the middle of the chaos is gojos lips pressed against yours. His hand is holding your waist, you’re slightly on your tippy toes to reach him. He sometimes zones off when paying because the picture catches his eye

BABE……..WHEN I TELL YOU IM BLUSHING N SQUEALING N KICKING MY FEET SM RN…..UHHH I THINK U MIGHT HAVE TO JUST TAKE OVER WRITING THE SERIES FOR ME??? bc i went thru sm emotions reading these pls 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

ok first of all tysm for thinking of these and sending them to me???? i genuinely cannot believe youve made headcanons for my fic that’s so surreal n i will forever remember this 😭😭

BUT ALSO THESE ARE SO ACCURATE PLS and all the little details omg it means sm that youve noticed all these lil thinfs throughout the fic n their relationship n i cld cry rn 😭😭

pls excuse me for addressing each n every one of these bc im so excited by them i fear this ask will be long so i’m adding a keep reading loool

sobsosbsosbsbsossbb the headcanons ab their digital fuckups LMAOO omg reader is 100% the type to be stalking him at 3am even tho she swears shes not even THAT down bad for him n then she loses all feeling in her face when she realizes she liked a post from when he was like in high school or sumn🧍🏻‍♀️there’s no coming back from that LMFAOO but i feel like gojo wldnt even notice it bc he probs gets a lot of notifs so she’s safe this time around 😭😭 BUT YOURE ALSO SO RIGHT AB HIM REREADING MESSAGES N THEN GETTING SPOOKED WHEN HE REALIZES SHE SAW THAT HE READ IT RIGHT AWAY LMAO i feel like he’d pull something like “uhhhh i was just about to trxt you, that’s why” and she’s like “🤨 this is the fifth time that’s allegedly happened”

aww reader trying to understand soccer for him 😭 thats so cute bahah also i made another headcanon recently from another anon who mentioned gojo streaming the world cup hehe it’d be so cute if reader shows up to the frat game nights in the jersey of the team that gojo’s rooting for bc she’s just trying to be a supportive girlfriend n she gets excited watching the game but she’s actually got no clue what tf is going on 💀 but gojo adores her for it so thats ok

the lockscreeennn that’s so cute 😭 also i love the idea of reader being his muse too :”) like he doesn’t know much about photography but bc of her he’s like kinda curious about it now so he’s always taking pictures of her w his phone while she’s not looking :”) i imagine his camera roll is just a bunch of candids of her while she’s dissociating off into the distance or something 🤣 n he’s like “wow so pretty im so good at this”

OK BUT READER IS ME THINKING AB GOJO EVERYWHERE I GO LMAOO no but srs that one made heart skip a beat bc how sweeettt is that 😭 i think that is a true mark of love where u think of someone everywhere you go :”) for gojo, i imagine that anytime he sees anything scenic or colorful or something like blooms of flowers or a nice sky he thinks of how she wld probably really love to take pics of it n he gets sad she’s not there to do so

okk im down for sims boyfriend gojo 🤣 and wdym by fun time omg 😭 pls dont tell me it’s possible to make people BONK on sims. ive seen a lot of tiktoks recently about how they added gojo to stardew valley n ppl have been marrying him lmfaoo i wonder if gojo wld try to marry her in sims 💀 cant tell if thats cute or creepy PLS tbh i’d probs be like “aww babe”🧍🏻‍♀️

and YES AB THE ONE WHERE SHE STARES AT GOJO’s PICS THATS PRACTICALLY CANON, also, there was supposed to be a scene exactly like that in ch8 where mina walks in on her staring at the pics she was editing for her professor 😭😭 so ur 100% right on. i just bet he looks so handsome in those photos cuz he’s concentrated n sweaty n probs looks really determined n in his element tbf i’d be starinf at those pics too LOL

YOURE SO RIGHT HAHA he’d make sure their kids are soccer prodigies 😭😭 startin them YOUNG. reader’s like “dont u think they’ve practiced enough today…they’re supposed to go to that birthday party at noon” and he’s like “THE GRIND NEVER STOPS😤🔥” 💀💀 unironically the type of dad that wakes his kids up at 5am on summer break to take em to soccer bootcamp or sumn 😭😭 ok but he knows theyre just kids n lets them have fun haha obviously but he just has high expectations for them lmaoo

im so tender to the idea of reader having played soccer in her youuuuthh how cute wld it be if she unknowingly also had a crush on gojo back when they were kids (maybe there was some sort of co-ed game they played ONCE when their elementary schools organized it n she was like omg who’s that boy over theree n it’s just 8 y/o gojo who’s got all the 2nd grade girlies swooning even back then 🤣) but in adulthood she probably doesnt rememebr that at all haha OMGGGG I NEED TO MAKE THIS CANON BC HOW ADORABLE WOULD IT BE IF GOJO’s MOM HAD TAKEN A PICTURE OF THE GAME BACK THEN N U CAN SEE LITTLE GOJO N LITTLE READER ARE IN THE SAME PHOTO im gonna sob???? im so inspired by these rn??? anon??? can i fr hug u through the screen???

omggg ok im deceased im dead ab the PICTURE IN HIS WALLET. THAT IS SO HUSBAND CODED and adorabke asf i just might melt rn 😭 him getting distarcted while paying kakskddjhd also i can imagine him having a picture in his wallet of her in her cap n gown on n stoles n everything during graduation or something bc it reminds him of their college days :”) n when he’s playing away games during national league he’s always looking at it when he’s away from home bc he misses her

also i feel like suguru might’ve taken the photo as a polaroid 🤔 now i headcanon that kickoff reader also has a polaroid camera bc why wouldnt she lmfaoo 🤣 but just imagine the polaroid relationship wall LOL its so corny but i wld want them to make one together 😩💕

screaming. crying. feeling so inspired rn. cheesing. cheeks r hurting. love u sm anon srs if you have more i will gobble them up like a turkey. LOVE YOU <333

#I MEAN JUST HOW FUCKINF SWEET ARE MY READERS I CANT RN #😭😭😭#kickoff #asks #anon

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avaxindy · 2 months

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come over?

fratboy!indy x reader | minors dni | happy b-day indy

summary: late at night, indy texts you. it’s ambiguous. he doesn’t say why. since you’re just friends, you don’t assume anything by it. but when you arrive at his frat house, things get really heavy really fast.

features: @hanasnx fanfiction, sexual content, dry humping, light choking, explicit language, friends to lovers?, emotional manipulation, slight dubious consent

Your phone vibrates once and then twice a minute later while you are washing your face. The first assumption is that your best friend is trying to convince you to go clubbing with her at the last minute because the baseball team was seen out. You’ll never understand her obsession with them. Just like she’ll never understand your obsession with Indy.

You’re just lucky that your types are polar opposite. Because everyone else seems to have eyes for him. Everyone. And of course, you understand. How could you not crush hard over him? He just has this... way about him that drives you crazy. You’re not even sure he does it intentionally.

After you dry your face and moisturize, you lean over and tap your phone screen. You nearly shriek when you see his name. And the message that reads: come over?

You curse yourself for taking off your pretty clothes and your makeup. Not that Indy ever minded you without makeup. But if you showed up like you look now, you worry he might not get the hint that you like him.

He’s never invited you to hang out this late before. Sometimes you’ll hang out late because your hangouts run overtime. But when you’re with him, you never want to leave. All you can do is hope that he might feel the same way too. The hours you’ve spent analyzing your friendship with Indy is humiliating. You pay attention to his Insta posts and Snap stories, noting where he is and who he’s with. At every frat party hosted by his fraternity, girls practically throw themselves at his feet, and you get jealous every time he flirts back. But to your knowledge it rarely progresses further than that. He has a few exes from his years at the school, but they’ve always spoken highly of him.

You suspect that they’re the ones who have spread rumors about what he can do under the sheets. It’s something that he keeps very private. You suppose a guy like him doesn’t need to brag about his conquests. Girls just know. And you’re drawn to the confidence he gives off.

But what started as you trying to hook up with him ended in you inevitably wanting something more. You’d love to be his girlfriend. And everyone says that he likes you a lot, everyone but him. He’s not so direct about his feelings with you.

There was one time at the movies he leaned in to whisper something in your ear, and you swore he was going to kiss you. To this day you have no clue what he told you. You were too anxious to pay attention to his words. The sensation of his breath against your skin was too much for you to handle.

The truth is... you might not be able to take it if he actually wants you. You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. Having what you have wanted all along seems like something that only happens in the movies.

As you frantically reapply your makeup, he texts you again: why aren’t u in my bed rn

While that might seem like he’s texting you for sex, Indy has a special kind of humor that you understand. He’s really just saying that he misses you.

You type out a quick response: Promise im about to leave.

He just hearts the message.

You pick out your outfit, electing for a lulu tennis skirt and a cropped hoodie. The worst thing to do in this situation would be to overdress.

When you pull up to his frat house, you realize that you should have walked from your dorm. There’s a party going on, and parking is shit. You have to park from across the street in a big lot, empty this time of the day. His frat house is at the end of the row. It’s a long and annoying walk, but it’s worth it to spend time with him although you really weren’t in the mood for a party. You have an 8am class tomorrow (Friday).

Passing by, you spot his black Camaro in his parking space up front. You know it’s his from the dark-green stripe on the side. He teases you that he owns that color. He calls it Indy green.

The guys running security for the event immediately let you in when you come up to the door. You figure they must know who you are because you’re always here during the day. Actually, you were here this morning studying with Indy. He has a test tomorrow. Maybe he invited you over for a quick cram session. You should have brought your backpack.

People are crammed elbows to elbows in the little two-story. Outside too. Half of the campus must be here. You finally find a familiar face, one of the younger pledges, and you ask him where Indy is. He points upstairs. Maybe Indy wasn’t in the mood for a party. You’ll ask him later.

He lives in the first room after the staircase. He likes it because he only has one neighbor.

You knock first. A couple seconds later, he answers. Evanescence plays in the background softly. You think... it’s a song from Fallen, but you can’t be sure. Knowing him it probably is.

“Hi,” he says, leaning against the door frame. He makes it look small.

He waves you in. You notice his shiny black nails. He must have just painted them. You grab his hand as you enter and bring his fingers close to your eyes. He has model hands. His hands are decorated with thick and thin steel rings, silver and black. He curls his long fingers around yours.

“What’re you lookin’ at,” he laughs, an impish smirk spanning his lips.

“They’re pretty, Indy.” You want to shove them in your mouth.

He pulls you along to his bed, and you sit beside him. Running a hand through his dark hair, he looks down at you and stares. His eyes sparkle. Something is different in the way he’s looking at you. You hope he feels it too.

“Did you want to study?” you ask, testing the waters. It’s the path of least resistance to find out why he asked you over.

He snorts and flicks the side of your arm. “Tonight? On a Thursday?”

You nod. “Yeah? You have a test tomorrow.”

“We studied. I’ve got it. I’m not worried.” He narrows his eyes. “Is that why you thought I wanted you to come over?”

“Maybe.”

He looks away and clasps his hands on his lap or picks at the tears in his faded jeans. “You’re wrong.”

“Why did you—”

Indy cuts you off. “Cause I wanted to spend time with you. Got tired of that fucking party ‘cause it’s shit without you. The guys told me not to bring a date this time.” Indy lies down on his bed, situating himself with his head on the pillow. He turns his body to face you.

In the midnight sheets, his skin is ghostlike. Sometimes you wonder if he’s just a figment of your imagination. He’s too pretty to be real.

You lie down beside him. This isn’t uncommon. He likes to cuddle sometimes when he’s in the mood. The metal beads on his leather bracelet are cold on your stomach. He holds you close to his chest for a minute or two before turning on his back to reach for the tv remote.

“Wanna watch something?” he asks, switching the tv on.

You shrug. “I don’t care. Only if you do.”

“If... you don’t care,” he whispers.

You don’t need to look up to know what he’s watching. Almost every time you guys hang out like this, he watches Batman Beyond. Hasn’t he seen it at least four times at this point? Nevertheless, you enjoy watching it with him. It’s really the only time you’ve witnessed him completely geek out over something. He’ll pause the show to answer any question you have. The way he comes alive when he talks to you about the things he adores is so precious to you. Even though you’re very, very familiar with the characters now, you still act like you aren’t, just so you can ask him about them. You like the way he explains things. He’s so confident, and it’s seductive, and you don’t want to wait anymore. You can’t. You need to kiss him. Maybe you should ask for permission, but you know he’d tease you for it. So, you decide to go for it while he’s lying there beside you.

Pushing up on the bed, you hover over him for a moment. Instantly, he notices and gazes into your eyes. Indy’s face is blank, void of all emotion and judgment. You can’t know what he’s thinking. He doesn’t let you. But you can’t back down. You’ve already committed to showing him what you want.

Indy’s lips are softer than you expected. Your mouth fits to his like puzzle pieces. You tangle your fingers in his hair. And he lets you kiss him for what feels like hours. You know that it’s only a moment truly. But you wish it could go on all night long.

Satisfied, you sit up, and he follows. He speaks first before you could even get a word in to explain yourself.

“If you wanted to kiss me, you could have just said it.”

Flustered, you look away. “I’m sorry. I’m so dumb, Indy. I know you don’t want me like that.”

“Who says?”

You only shrug. No one’s ever said that, but he’s never made it clear that he wants more than friendship

Indy leans close. He holds up his hand. “Can I grab you here?” Gently, he wraps his fingers around your neck like he wants to choke you.

You swallow and feel the motion of your throat collide with his skin. “Yes,” you whisper.

His grip tightens, not by much. As he falls on you, Indy pushes you down onto the bed, holding you by the neck. His sinful mouth devours yours as his weight crushes you into the pillows and bed sheets. The kiss turns wet when his tongue slips inside, and he explores you. Before Indy, you had always thought girls were just were exaggerating when they said he had his tongue down my throat

His bangs tickle your forehead and the side of your face. His hair almost reaches his shoulders now, but you like it long. It’s easier to tug on and play with, especially in moments like these. Between your fingers, his hair is taut silk darker than demons’ eyes. He moans into you when you tug, and he seems to like it hard.

When he’s finished, Indy leaves your mouth sensitive and wet with an exchange of fluids. You lick them, savoring the leftovers, and all you can think about is more. More from him. More of him.

His silver chains dangle around his neck and catch the dimmed bedroom light. Through the loose neckline of his shirt, you see milky skin, and you start to lift his shirt to touch him.

“Baby, you wanna go all the way, huh?” He lets go of your throat to take off his shirt. The dark fabric slides up his lithe body. His hair is tousled from the action. “Didn’t know you were that hot for me. Dammit, why did you wait so long to do something about it?”

“Why did you?” you look up at him with your eyes big and wide, lips pouting. It’s true. You had wanted him to move in on you first. But time had made you impatient.

“Didn’t wanna ruin us...” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around your waist, nestling his face in the sweet curve of your neck. “What we have is so good.”

“I think it’s worth the risk,” you whisper.

He sighs lowly, very contently. “That’s just what I thought too.” He kisses your shoulder. And he starts grinding his hips into you, needing the friction, his budding erection digging into you already. “Want it now, baby?”

#heart divider by cafekitsune #ava x indy #indy x reader #indy smut #indy x reader smut #hanasnx #indy x you #hanasnx x reader #hanasnx smut #fratboy!indy

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joheunsaram · 2 years

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Discord Discourse (knj)

summary- Kim Namjoon likes to spend time in a discord server... dedicated to him. With new friends and a budding crush, will he ever be able to truly be himself without revealing who he is?

word count- 2.8k

pairing- idol!Namjoon x fanfic writer!Reader

rating- PG15

genre- internet relationships, s2(maybe)lovers, angst, fluff, slightly smutty

warnings- pretty angsty, a little sexting but not actual sexting, superficial conversations portrayed as deep (lol im sorry I didn’t want to make this too long), infatuation, open ending, talks of a daddy kink

a.n.- this was not supposed to Joon’s bday drabble but it somehow ended up so lol. this is for all my fic writers out there. please don’t hate me for what the reader did... there may or may not be another part in the works oops lol

Thanks to the beautiful @raplinesmoon for helping me brainstorm, beta and fix the ending!!

As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! 💌

- Kim Namjoon had a bad habit.

It wasn’t like watching too much porn, although it was somewhat like that. It wasn’t googling himself to read comments on his videos, although it was somewhat like that. It wasn’t talking to his fans incognito, although it was exactly like that.

Sitting in his room, in his boxers, he had all the lights off. His eyes were fixated on his screen, two fingers hovering over the touchpad of his laptop as he scrolled periodically. He pushed his glasses back, his face luminated by the blue light of his screen and swallowed, ignoring the way his stomach knotted and his face heated.

Kim Namjoon had a bad habit. And it all started when he joined a random discord server named after his studio. Of course he never revealed himself. To the unsuspecting largely female members, he was John, an autocorrect happenstance that granted him his anonymity. Not that anyone would believe he was him anyway. Not in these circles.

He thought it would be cute to interact with his fans when his new solo song came out, a way to practice his English. He wanted to know their reactions and their criticisms without the love. Little did he know that all he would get was affection and that affection would not only feed his dwindling ego but give him a dopamine rush that had become so addictive it had his heart racing every time a notification popped on his phone.

monolover: omgggggg did you see joon in the new mv???? I’m fucking dying! moonchild: yes I want to lick his whole body! GODDAMN HES PERFECT!!! joonsbicycle: honestly if he’s not getting every inch of his body worshipped rn whats even the point of life? moonlover: I volunteer as tribute! God the things I would let that man do to me!!!

He chuckled at the thread, lower lip caught between his teeth and looked around his dark room. The silence in the air was deafening. He liked his home. He was proud of his collection, making it look like an art museum, beautiful and untouchable. The wooden accents and the plush furniture was comforting but they felt cold.

There was no one there to worship his body. There was no one even there to kiss him. Which is why this was a bad habit. He shouldn’t be getting happy sucked into this small world of eight women who had somehow unlocked more kinks in him than should be possible. And he really shouldn’t be holding his breath when your name showed that you were typing.

It was unhealthy to be almost in love with someone who he didn’t even know. Yet when your message popped up, his heart skipped a beat and his boxers got tighter.

yn: if namjoons sitting alone rn it’s a crime!!! I would be on my knees in front of him marking those thighs fuckkk. yn: speaking of! new super smutty fic is out reblog for good skin lol I really hope he never finds my blog he would be traumatized.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” Namjoon whispered as he stared into the dark abyss in front of him, imagining you crawling towards him, your lips travelling up his legs, your teeth leaving indentations between the muscles.

When he first joined the server, he had been immediately drawn to you. Perhaps it was because he had joined right after he posted about his plans for opening a gallery and the first thing he saw was your in depth analysis on an artist you admired but he had never heard of. It made him eager to post about art too and gave him the push to step away from his nerves and talk. He expected to be told that he was boring and that nobody cared. He was used to that. But the server was inviting, asking questions and letting him soliloquize about paint strokes and abstractions. They welcomed him with open arms without knowing who he was, especially you.

You asked him probing questions that made him think, re-evaluate his stances, and then you turned out to be something out of his wet dreams. The more time he spent on the server, he realized it wasn’t just a place to discuss his and his team’s music and accomplishments. It was a place where they also discussed how attractive he was. In full uncensored detail.

After only a month, he had read every single work of fiction you had created, all of them featuring him. The other members of the server were writers too, but somehow he only found your works alluring. The first thing he read was a whopping ninety thousand word story about heartbreak and love and perseverance. It had him tearing up with his character, a broken man who worked a dead end job.

He had praised it and the moment you told him it was supposed to be an anti capitalist piece, he read it all over again. This time he caught the nuances and critiques of a system he hated and was a part of — just like the Namjoon in the story. You had never met him, yet his fictional self made all the decisions he would make, felt the things he would feel, and after a really long time, he felt like he was seen. His fictional self wasn’t an idol, he wasn’t famous or beloved. He was just himself and it made his longing for a normal life seem… well, normal.

With time, he used your stories to teleport himself into worlds he wouldn’t experience, into situations he would never be in, and he felt alive. Seeing himself from your eyes made him feel incredible, invincible, even if you were practically a stranger.

So without any further ado, he clicked the link you sent and lost himself in a new world. A world where he was apparently a sex god that could make you cum six times in a row. He was hard by the time he finished the short story, and then he read it again, wanting to memorize the moves you so desired. He knew he would never meet you in real life. He had been lucky but he would never get that lucky. Yet he did it, stroking himself as he imagined how you would sound. Your female characters always whimpered when teased and moaned his name breathily. Would he ever get to hear you whimper?

As if reading his mind, you sent him a message.

yn: don’t get too turned on reading the new story. I want you to figure out the hidden meaning 🤪 john: what hidden message is in jisoo calling Namjoon daddy? yn: john we all know you love when I call Namjoon daddy in my fics lol but look deeper 👀 john: it’s only cause it seems like your characters love saying daddy. Anything you wanna confess babe? yn: ughhhhh I hate that you all know my kinks because of this!!! tell me when you see it

Namjoon read the piece again, ignoring how turned on he was to find nuances, and then he read the description of the room, a description he had skimmed over to get to the good parts. How did he miss that?

john: theyre fucking in prison?! john: WHY IS NAMJOON IN PRISON?! john: I thought you said he would be a good guy! He’s always a good guy in your fics!!! yn: don’t get all emo on me. He could be falsely imprisoned lol yn: but nah I put him in prison as an allegory. Like how life can feel like you’re caged in but you forget about that feeling if you have someone you love by your side. yn: ugh I hate explaining stuff makes me feel like a belong on r/verydeep HAHAHHA john: that’s actually fucking profound. Who knew porn could be art? 😝 yn: sex with me is always art thank you very much john: yeah I bet it is, baby. I wouldn’t mind you calling me daddy anytime.

Namjoon blinked as soon as he registered what he had sent, his heart pounding in panic. He had always had these thoughts about you. He never thought he would tell you any of them. What was fucking wrong with him?! Did he really think a few flirting comments from you gave him free reign to sext! God he was like the terrible men on Tinder, just a testosterone filled Neanderthal focused on sex. Fuck!

yn: as hot as I find out intellectual discourse I really wouldn’t sext with a stranger. you could be like twelve for all I know

Namjoon perked up at the message. You technically didn’t say you didn’t want to, just that you wouldn’t. Perhaps he stood a semblance of a chance when it came to you. Perhaps all the texting and subtle flirting made you like him too.

john: as a matter of fact I turned 28 today. so I’m definitely not twelve yn: ha you’ve been reading too many of my fics your bday really the same as Joons?

Oh… he hadn’t thought through about this piece of information. Of course you knew when your favourite celebrity’s birthday was! But hey a lot of people have birthdays at the same time.

john: virgins unite baby john: VIRGOS! I MEANT VIRGOS! yn: lmfao not helping your case john: how do I prove I’m of age yn: honestly idk yn: guess no sexting for us. rip. john: well… what if we do a voice chat? john: not that I just want to sext you! john: it’ll just be nice to hear your voice and get to know you better yn: ha I’m not going to sext you daddy 🤣 yn: but sure I like talking to you (yn calling)

Namjoon’s eyes widened at the screen, his throat dry. He hasn’t expected this easy acquiescence. He thought you would just blow him off, but after months of daily chats he should’ve anticipated that you’d be comfortable enough to chat with him. Taking a deep breath, he clicked the little green phone to pick up.

“Hello.”

“Hey! Wow, your voice is really deep. Somehow even though your name is John I expected a girl,” you giggled and it was a rush of endorphins tapped right into his veins. Your voice was nothing like he imagined. Where he thought of you to have a high pitched, slightly princess-ey tone, your real voice was lower, an alto with a rasp that made him weak. He wanted to listen to it everyday.

“So does this prove I’m not a twelve year old?” he teased, hiding his nerves with a confident bravado you preferred in the fictional Namjoon.

“Nah. But I really want to talk about this book I’m reading because it’s so funny and dumb in the best way and I could care less how old you were,” you replied. He chuckled as you launched into a rant about this romance series you were reading about a group of men who read romance to solve their romantic problems. Namjoon lost himself a little in the similarities between himself and the plot. Wasn’t he also reading romance to mold himself into a perfect man, albeit he was trying to woo the author herself, but still. However as you continued, he thought about how exceptionally stupid it was for him to even attempt to seek out something other than friendship with you.

It wasn’t as if he could just ask you out and take you on a date. He couldn’t hold your hand or kiss you under the lamplight of a rain soaked street. He only knew your first name and if your accent was any indication, you most likely didn’t live anywhere near him. Should he really try to start something if he knew for a fact that he couldn’t give you the romance that he knew you wished for?

Decision made, his nerves eased and he listened to your rants, discussing the novel he had never read. He couldn’t let his heart get involved. If you love someone, set them free, isn’t that what they said? Well he would set you free to meet the guy of your dreams. You didn’t actually like him, you had mentioned to him time and time again that the Namjoon in your stories wasn’t based of off the real one, and other than light teasing, you had made no indication that you thought his alter ego ‘John’ was up to your standards either. No matter which persona he was, he didn’t fit you, so for the sake of the only freeing friendship he had, he decided it was better not to complicate things.

At least until you said your next words.

“Want to hear about my next story? I think I’m going to write my first idol fic. Something about the loneliness of fame, of how isolating it seems,” you pondered out loud, and Namjoon hated how much he already related to the story.

“Tell me about it. Fame fucking sucks,” he commented, momentarily forgetting his disguise.

“Are you famous, John?” you asked, a teasing grin visible over the line, making Namjoon contemplate whether to come clean. At 3am, his impulsivity was at an all time high so without any forethought of consequences, he hit the camera icon.

The screen split into two, the left side showing his dark room before he clicked on his bedside lamp. The bright light blinded him momentarily, his hand automatically rubbing his eye before he sheepishly looked at the camera. He heard nothing from you but could see your icon showing you were still on the call.

“Hi… umm I guess I’m kinda famous,” he said, laughing uncomfortably. The longer the silence went on, the more his nerves clawed at him, making him flush so deeply, he wished he could turn back time.

“What… the… fuck?”

He heard you whisper before the call disconnected. Staring at the chat, he tried to overcome the sudden wave of dejection at your rejection. It was a logical response. You had said multiple times you wished he never read your works, of course you were taken aback to learn about him, about who he really was. He should give you some time to catch up.

But patience was never Namjoon’s strong suit, so he messaged almost immediately.

john: please say something

You didn’t reply for an hour even when your icon had a tiny green circle next to it, indicating that you were still there.

yn: I am really really sorry about all the fics and the rude comments. I really didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable and I apologize if these conversations were creepy or disturbing. Just know that you are a great source of inspiration for me and I hope you keep making amazing music for me and other fans. Thank you so much for your hard work. I will delete my blog if you like and I won’t bother you again, john. yn: I mean Namjoon. yn: really sorry again. yn: also happy birthday!

Namjoon stared at his screen cursing at himself for ruining almost a year long friendship for a moment of loneliness. You had said you made him uncomfortable but he was sure that if anyone was uncomfortable it was you. Bracing himself, he decided to answer the only way he knew how. Honestly.

john: Please don’t apologize. You have never made me uncomfortable Y/N. Please believe me. I really do enjoy your stories and talking to you. I would consider us friends if you’d have me.

As soon as he pressed enter he got a response. Only it wasn’t one he was expecting.

Your message could not be delivered. This is usually because you don't share a server with the recipient or the recipient is only accepting direct messages from friends. You can see the full list of reasons here: https://support.discord.com/hc/en-us/articles/360060145013

His hands shook as he wrote another message only to get the same message in return. After a year of friendship it seemed that he should’ve just hid his true self after all. Shutting his laptop, fell onto his back on the bed, lying to himself that he was okay and that it didn’t hurt.

Opening your blog on his phone, he was relieved to see it still up. Heart pounding in a last ditch effort, he raced to send you a message. Copy pasting his earlier words from discord, he hoped that this time they reached you.

He was ecstatic when the script under his text changed from delivered to seen, his heart soaring in the effervescence of hope. You never replied back, at least not till his eyes were scratchy from staring at the screen and his lids were heavy from sleep.

Kim Namjoon had a bad habit. But if he could salvage his friendship with you, he had no intentions of breaking it.

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3, 2, 1, GO!

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; what type of actors I would headcanon the bllk characters as!

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; various blue lock characters!

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 0.5k ish???

Tags; none just headcanons lol. Prolly some errors, I’m so lazy rn Im sorryyyy

MAIN- ACTOR!

╰┈➤plays the role of the protagonist of a film, television show or play.

Is very well experienced in his job and flawlessly executes every role he gets assigned to.

only accepts Main character rolls since he sees himself as the best actor of his time and there is not one theater where you don’t see his face on the screen.

Is worldwide famous and known for his various roles in many of his successful movies.

Has a sea directors to choose from because everyone is anticipating to have this prominent actor to represent the main role in their movies.

Everyone hates their egotistical nature, but they can’t deny their impressive acting skills.

✎ Isagi Yoichi. Michael Kaiser. Itoshi Sae. Noel Noa.

FANS FAVOURITE!

╰┈➤who is very popular with the fans of a particular movie or television show.

Has men and women gawking and simping for him since he played that one role in a recent movie that literally went up in the charts as quick as wildfire.

Literally everyone and their mom talks about about him, almost forgetting about the movie itself.

Gets recognized anywhere he goes, fans swarming over him and begging to take pictures or get an autograph, some even looking up to him as an idol.

But of course where people love you, there are also people who hate. Paparazzi all over him and also a lot of scandals about him, some might be true and some might be not almost all of them are true lol.

✎ Oliver Aiku. Karasu Tabito. Nanase Nijiro. Yukimiya Kenyu.

CO-STAR!

╰┈➤who a part that supports the lead characters but sometimes follows their own storyline.

If you think the main characters steal the show of the side characters, then you’re wrong with this co-star.

If not it’s the other way around with him stealing the spotlight of the main protagonists- charismatic nature and handsome appearance always catching the eyes of every viewer.

There are SOOOO many edits about him everywhere I’m not kidding. I can imagine how his colleagues get quite jealous and mad at him for gaining all of the attention from the fans😭.

✎ Itoshi Rin. Chigiri Hyoma. Loki Julian. Hiroi Yo.

STUNTMAN!

╰┈➤who is employed to take an actor's place in performing dangerous stunts.

LOVESSS his job and could never imagine doing any other kind of acting. He lives for the thrill and action, anticipating to leave the audience in surprise, excitement and shock.

Is known for really risky stunts in famous movies, doing the stunts of many famous actors, like the ones mentioned above. Sees himself superior to them since he does ‘the real and hard work’.

Gained most of his fanbase from his social media, since the stunt-mans don’t get that much screentime or are sometimes not really identifiable. He posts a lot - from behind the scenes to bloopers of his failed stunts- there is A LOT.

Friends and family always warn him about the job, but he just brushes it off every time talking about how ‘it’s all just play pretend’ it’s not he broke his bones more than 20 times LMAOOO.

✎ Shidou Ryusei. Barou Shoei. Bachira Meguru. Gagamaru Gin.

SERIES REGULAR!

╰┈➤who is a member of a television show's main cast who appears in the show consistently over its run.

He isn’t in many movies nor series, but he has that one specific series/tv show where he plays in every single season.

No matter where you start- season one or end with the very last season- he is there.

Feels more comfortable playing in one than multiple series because he can focus on just this one role and file it into perfection and also really enjoys the fanbase.

It’s unimaginable to mention the series without referencing him- it’s more likely that people mention him before the series itself.

✎ Mikage Reo. Kunigami Rensuke. Otoya Eita. Nagi Seishiro

ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ k-azus.°

#◛⑅·˚ ᵂᴼᴿᴷ #♡˳ᴮᴸᴸᴷ #blue lock #bllk #bllk headcanons #blue lock headcanons #nagi seishiro #blue lock shidou #michael kaiser #itoshi sae #itoshi rin #bachira meguru #reo mikage #bllk barou

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wodania · 10 months

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honestly no i don’t think it’s weird at all to be upset about the exclusion of satin in the show.. if anything though as a gay guy im pretty glad they didn’t have him if loras is any indicator.. imagine them with a fairly effeminate gay coded character? no thanks 🫣

Loras was a sign of the end times 😭 I think I’ve made a joke before that if JonCon had been included he probably would’ve been written like one of those modern family dads and I feel more and more right each passing day.

Gonna rant a little (a whole shit ton like it’s really long I’m so sorry I got carried away) about gender and sexuality in ASOIAF/GoT here because I’m a lesbian and obsessed with analyzing these things :

tldr; D&D set up gender roles/rules where there weren’t previously any, and removed and added character traits as they saw fit (especially looking at feminine = gay and masculine = straight). If a character did not fit their perceived mould, such as Qarl the Maid, Jon Connington, and Satin, and could not be altered to fit that perceived mould, they were cut entirely. They also, in a possible attempt to be more relatable to a gay audience, introduced systematic religious homophobia where it was not previously, brutalizing their gay character. They wrote them as stereotypes and ignored them if they could not possible be shaped into one of their stereotypes.

GRRM obviously plays with gender roles and dynamics with his characters, yet D&D makes it so black and white. Gay people are all effeminate men. Hell, even Asha/Yara falls into this. She and her lover Qarl are a major fuck you to westerosi gender roles and expectations. He’s an effeminate man and she’s a masculine woman in a dominate powerful position. Yet he’s removed from the show. Absolutely no hate to queer “Yara”, but it is interesting in hindsight how that ended up working out. Had she been written differently, I’d argue that bisexuality compliments her character - if it weren’t for the history D&D has. When they do play with gender roles, it’s so tacky and one dimensional and ends with weird, nonsensical scenarios of female badassery with none of the development present in the books. Then, on the other hand, any vulnerability or deviance from societal expectations that male characters experience are wiped clean. Jon Snow is made into a generic fantasy hero type. Men who are seen as “weaker” or more “submissive” are brutalized on screen as torture p/rn, as shown with Theon Greyjoy. And men who are gay must be effeminate or promiscuous in one way or another. Loras deviated from that, so he had to be stripped of his defining traits and turned into fan service. Satin deviated from that even more, being a sex worker, and was stripped from the show entirely. Loras didn’t sleep with men enough, and the show writers wanted to change that. But Satin slept with men too much, and was in too close of proximity narratively and physically to fantasy hero Jon Snow. They wanted gay sex depicted in an easily digestible way for their perceived cishet audience, and found the idea of a boy selling his body to survive abysmal and not appropriate for such an audience, though they had no problem exploiting female prostitutes for the pleasure of the viewers . And in a weird attempt to be “relatable” to modern audiences, d&d introduced a self imposed barrier: homosexuality being illegal. Likely thinking that gay audiences would love to see their favourite gay Loras Tyrell brutalized and spat upon, D&D did exactly that, failing to realize that gay audiences would much rather see a queer character existing in a dark fantasy without their sexuality being what puts them in danger, compared to seeing something they already witness every day (religious-motivated violence and persecution) thrown into the show. Like it’s such an insult to the source material, especially considering that the 1990s book that hardly makes explicit references to the relationship of Loras and Renly does a better job at making them likeable, well developed characters than the “modern” 2010s tv drama. The flower crown, rainbow, cutesy edits dating back to the early days of Game of Thrones is a far cry from the depiction of politically savvy Renly and brutal and bloody Loras in the books. And the show just kind of encouraged that view of the two, as the cutesy gay boy fan service, hairless as a newborn baby and scared of blood. On the topic of JonCon, it would have been near impossible to introduce him and have him fit this set rule of “effeminate men = gay” and “masculine men = heterosexual”. JonCon is an intimidating, stone faced character who’s demeanour is hinted at being similar to that of Tywin fucking Lannister, as Tyrion almost accidentally refers to Jon as “father”. Aka, Jon is scary af. He’s older, grey, potentially dated the ugliest man in Essos who was also significantly older than him, and is also a father. Hardly a character that can be put into the set limiting roles of the show.

I’m honestly going to stop myself right here this is getting too long and I should just sit down and write an essay 💀 like genuinely I should write a paper

#ONLY THE TOP PART IS A REPLY TO THE SUBMISSION #the rest of it is my own thoughts thrown down as they came to me #realizing the wording makes it sound like lesbianism introduces a biological tendency to analyze stuff aldkakd oops

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STAR TREK: DISCOVERY | S1E3 "Context Is For Kings"

[I will react to each episode individually and in full, raw reception and then post as is unrevised here onto my tumblr for the full span of every and all NuTrek episodes and series that have been and will be released. If this falls under your field of interest - I welcome your company in joining me. Enjoy the ride.] -------

Rated "mature" huh. [suspicious face] man seeing the starfleet symbol ugh man look outside its so pretty i love the colours i keep saying this but i looooove the colourssss ugh these effects are so are SOOO whoa nice suit on the pilot the filming style is odd in DISCO pacing wise rn still but whats cool is it no longer feels like that almost stagnant "another day in star trek" type feeling. everything feels very specialised episode by episode - very "limited series" - cuz it is. what ship is this it looks kinda like an idic pin from underneath NCC OH SHIT ITS THE SHIPPPPPP OHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKK THIS IS DISCOVERY?!!?!??!?!??! OH MFUCK ITS NAME IS AFTER A SHIP YEAH OK DUH BUT ALSO WHAT THE FUCK ugh this intro listen youll read this probably the next 50 times over how i just gawk at the everything that im eating right now with my eyeballs the Discovery ship has such an odd shape no but its literally IDIC the ship but also its SOOO cool to see the evolution of the ship designs until we land at the PERFECT ratio of NCC-1701 Enterprise.

fuck that just made me think - oh SHIT---

ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh who HO\ WHO WHO LEADS THIS SHIP WHO WHOOOOOOOOOO LEEEAAAAAAADS THHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS SHHSHSIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP whoa eyes with pretty reflection/not reflection nvm who is this????????? gabriel lorca? ok sry not to be underwhelmed but i am too eager its my fault alright mr. lorca - lets see what you about. i have never seen someone just eat fortune cookies like an everyday snack in a wooden bowl. discovery has a very interesting feeling, more..

door just shut in her face wow WHO ELSE IS ON THIS MASSIVE SHIP THOUGH NO NO NO ALSO ITS A FUCKING SCIENCE VESSEL. SCIENCE. VESSEL. SCIENCE. Whos this lady? aw she seems cute sylvia tilly? aw poor gal id shake her hand yo i like these beds mickey nah nahhh no thanks sylvia. sylvia. listen. dont be weird now. black alert. intersting what the hell ? its so PRETTY THOUGH whoaaaaa WHAOSSSS WHOAAA yeah no WHAT the hell IS going on on this ship please do tell??? new replicator hi saruuuu he is very fitting as first officer what are you eating? hahahahahhahha wow they nailed that one blueberries huh yeahhhh not me thinkin he eating larvae or somethin nope no sirrr i like the bowl hes eats from from though ugh hes so TALLLLL hes such a nice stick

idk why the title image of this show with burnham giving the vulcan salute only NOW is hitting me with its potential significance

fearing a black woman huh idk bruh come on now star trek not today bro not today

stamets why does this name sound familiar tf is this so fuckin weird though must we be so discriminatory tho lmao this stamets? whats this sparkle wahts happening stamets are you gay sir are you gay damn sir wonder what you gon do also burnham giving the vulcan brow ugh itll be so cool to have holographic text though? man how can we get that to work without a backlight of aerosol straal? straal and stamets. excuse me. ARE YALL LOVERS ??? ARE YALL A'LOVIN??? KISSY KISSY? YALL BOYFREEENNNNS??? lurkers lol ok. lurker such a fuckin nerdy word lmaooo stamets and straal huh. i got my EYES on you ew also give me that starfleet towel WHERE ARE YOU BURNHAM THIS LOOKS SO FUCKING BEUATIFUL OH MY GOD I HAVE ENVISIONED SOMETHING SO MUCH LIKE THIS ONBOARD STARFLEET SHIPS LIKE WE ALL HAVE OH MY GOD that put a chilll through my spine in a wonderful way

lorca has a mouth and rbf eyes like Homelander his face kind of reminds me of homelander lmaoo hi sylvia yall need to smile a bit mroe lol you better apologise the green screening is almost perfect but the border is still there the border of sylvias face against the greenscreen behidn the glass is too hard when its blue outside when irl the face woul have a light that really diffuses about the curfature of her face anwyays astromycologist fascinating. i like what hes talking about though tickles the science degree in me hahaha man what is this research im so curious what project is lorca up to? ugh so juicy im SOOO curious ugh shuttlepod looks fucking sexy. alright whos gonna die in here. whos the redshirt in this away party. whoaaa the mangling is nicee WHAT WAS THAT oml star trek horror though is SUCH a grand idea fuckkkk meeeee bruh this deadspace or what no lie i like the OG bat'leth design more of the blades splayed INWARDS than out

thats big bruh this is liteally deadspace its not gorn in here right lol its not right idk gorn gorn. gorn can do this right thats the first thing i thought when i saw any of this damage. sylvia you brave owowowoww NEVER MIND WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT someone give me a star trek indie horror game RIGHT NOW DO IT ill fucking do it if no one does ill fucking DO IT. oop well guess we know who the redshirt is. broo the way their bodies are twisted like that is wickedddd i dont think ive seen bodies STRETCHED and wrung like a towel before stamets is so calm he dont give no fuck. stamets my man what have you BEEN through?

big space mole looks like a fuckin cow-size tardigrade JEFFERIES TUUUUUBEEE burnham's composure is crazy ugh she recitin what? it better not be another "literary classic" bullshit. this is literally a giant tardigrade. ugh look at the bridgee i love this shot from the outside in why it blurry at the end tho ay ooo who this freeza droid XD GIVE ME THOSE BOOTS YO i want my room to be the bridge oh my god if i had money id remodel my house and make my room the bridge the viewscreen would be my personal theatre fucking bigass monitor projection did I hear that--- TRI TRIBBBLEEEEE EAAAAAAAAAAAAEAAAAAAAAAAAAEAAAAAAAAAAAAEAAAAAAAAAAAAEAAAAAAAAAAAAEAAAAAAAAAAAAEAAAAAAAAAAAAEAAAAAAAAAAAAEAAAAAAAAAAAAEAAAAAAAAAAAAEAAAAAAAAAAAAEAAAAAAAAAAAA THAT IS A FUCKINGGGG TRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ONNNNNNNNNNN HIIIIIIS DESSSSSSSSSSKKKKKKK they really are just having this conversation with a tribble just chillin on his desk son. i knew that sound anywhere oh my god GIVE ME ONE RIGHT NWO GIVE ME A BLACK ONE RIGHT NOW.

FUCK. bye tribbleee oooo in-ship transport what is this box what is the research what the fuck is happening. that is so pretty ohh intersting organic propulsion this is fascinaatingggg oh i really like this lorca has great delivery i BELIEVE in his role god the magic of masterful actors. love it WHOA THIS IS TOO FUCKING BEAUTLFUL NOOOOOO TAKE ME AWAYYYYY oh i love this pacing just now this whole scene was so good im so enamoured right now ugh its so nice to see creative cinematography why the tendrils on saru though what purpose do they serve wtf man wonder if we gon have more that typical star trek alien sexy-time lmaooooo ugh alice in wonderland really when we done with this shit :/ sylvia you wanna be captain? u know what - maybe you might be. if you dont die getting there. (you didnt hear that from me ahurghurghurgunrguhg-)

FOSTER FOSTER MOM AND HER SON??? YOU GREW UP WITH SPOCK????? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK WHYYYYYYYYYY HOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YOU TELLIN ME BURNHAM IS KIRK'S SISTER IN LAW GET THE FUCK OUT

imn losin it whoa dead spcimens who whats in ITS THE GIANT TARDIGRADE sir you did this on purpose what you plannin lorca whats your grand design ughhh the scale of this ship though ugh EAT ME UP no i like that scene a lot though the one with cap lorca talking to burnham in the box - please intellectual star trek lore on mainstream play with modern techonological representation PLEASE oh im so intriguedddddddd.

bring it the fuck on.

kirk's sister in law, what even the fuck--

#star trek #star trek discovery #discovery #DISCO #nutrek #thoughts #text #reaction #almalvo

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bored, so gunna do yur ask game... 💌 and/or 🫀 pwease.^⁠_⁠^^⁠_⁠^ hru today btw! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

help this has been in my inbox for a few days oops im so sorry... i drafted up the first half of this post last friday but i forgot to continue it and i had no energy... anyways

as of right now i havent been that great, my mood swings r going crazy and im stressed over a test tomorrow, although i did a lot of thrifting on friday and saturday and bought lots of nice stuff! i'll post my entire .. "thrifting haul" when i feel like it...

emoji answers below! i decided to answer both. my answer for the heart emoji is very... long.......... but what do uu expect from an infodump?

『 💌 』

a quote or song lyric

muse just realized on muses pinned post it says "song" instead of "song lyric" erm... it's supposed to be song lyric help anyway

“ Come then, and let us pass a leisure hour in storytelling, and our story shall be the education of our heroes. ” -Plato, Republic Book II

wow, look at the intellectual internet angel, quoting Plato /s the quote is also referenced in the secret history by Donna Tartt (hir latest obsession) at the very beginning of the book ^_^ shi doesn't really know what to say, shi just really really likes this quote! shi likes very grand lines like this—the way that a simple leisure story can become an influence to the next generation of great heroes... there's something so alluring about it.

『 🫀 』

a game i played + an infodump

the free visual novel cemetery mary by arcadekitten! i really love cemetery mary and i can go on about it for hours, which is why i'll keep this infodump short bc i might just be typing here for hours and i wont get any sleep.

it's about a girl named mary anta (design is based on a manta ray), whose parents had mysteriously vanished without a trace one day. there's rumors of a killer in her city, called the blackwood butcher, and she suspects that her parents disappeared because of the butcher. she also texts a 'mysterious number' that claims her parents are alive and well.

she may look scary in the title screen but don't be fooled! she's a sweet and soft girl who simply has darker interests (such as the concept of death and cemeteries, as the title suggests).

here's mary hanging out with the other characters—crowven, twyla, and reginald. the player can pursue a route with any of these characters where mary will hang out with them and get closer to them. each route has a vastly different story and even genre/theme, and they lead to their own good and bad endings. i feel like it's easy to get the bad endings at first though... and they can get veeerrryyy VERY fucked up. there is also a true ending which is very entertaining and mysterious but leads to a happy ending.

i have about 42 hours in the game. yeah i got very obsessed with it... i like visual novels a lot and despite the occasional fucked up moments i enjoy CM because it's very chill and the characters are written well. and there's just something about how the game is designed that scratches my brain.

i got introduced to the game by a friend 2-ish years ago. we don't talk anymore but i liked that friend a lot... i didn't start playing CM until a few months later though

also just look at mary rn. SHE'S SO SILLY AAAHH I LOVE HER how can one not adoooreee her?????/

anyway let me just speedrun describing the 3 route characters rn

too lazy to find a better photo of him rn—this is crowven corvuson, design is based on a crow, and he's mary's cousin. except they're not blood related but they see each other as family. i don't interact with the fandom but i can imagine the discourse they would have about crowven and mary.

crowven is emo, moody, smokes weed, and has anger issues. his parents are dead. he lives together with mary. he gets up to secret business.

AAAAAHHH EHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHE this is twyla sophio, design based on an owl, this isn't her main "look" though, this is her outfit for a party. she's filthy rich, she's toxic, she's manipulative, and she's relentless to uncover the identity of the blackwood butcher. she also has some kind of rivalry with crowven (apparently it's accurate to nature where owls and crows have beef irl)

i am very very very in love with twyla in a normal way and i ship her and mary together

lastly, reginald tetra, design based on a pufferfish. this also isn't his main look, but he's so handsome here. i don't really like him that much but there's some certain scenes that make me like him...

he's your local average guy. he's so average. he's so normal. there's nothing wrong with him. i swear

he also has a littol tiny crush on mary :3 they develop a nice bond

ok thats it infodump over

#🎮﹕ press start 𝜗𝜚 ︵

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naymiriasblog · 1 year

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candor im in love with tighnari and albedo sm rn

how is it rooming with them during finals? do they notice how deeply buried you are in studying — or notice how the reader is about to have a meltdown over STEM? platonic or romantic, doesn’t matter (although… maybe a little bit of both?? <3)

:))

HII <33 tighnari so scrumptious so true, immaculate taste. i love both of these awkward stem majors so much. I was going to write for albedo too but by the time i was done word vomiting about tighnari i didnt have the energy 😭😭 im so sorry;; hope you like what i wrote for tighnari tho!! <3

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

(Platonic) Rooming with Tighnari is like having a mother away from your ACTUAL mother, except if your mother swore at you more every time you did something self-destructive. Although he likes to nag, I can totally picture him being the type to soften when he notices that this week has been particularly rough. Not too much though, especially if you're the type to be stubborn with taking care of yourself. Perhaps he helps you by taking care of small tasks around your shared living space, picking up around your room and making sure to pester you about your bedtime. "But, Tighnari, I--" you say! No BUTS. You are getting your butt out of that chair and taking a walk with him at the very least, but he is going to do everything in his power to get you to take a break.

(Romantic) If you were Tighnari's partner in this scenario, I don't think much would change--just maybe in appearance. Instead of trying to get you to take a walk, he might run a bath for you. He might set up your favorite movie, or TV show, and insist that you take a break (and snuggle with him on the couch). If you doze off on him, he won't even complain when he wakes up with various stiff joints.

The door clicked shut behind Tighnari softly as he stepped foot into your shared living quarters. After staying out a little later at the request of Collei, who had requested his help with an upcoming test she had to do, he had expected to come home to a completely silent home.. that was not the case. The large ears perched atop his head twitched at the soft melodies of lo-fi music, a particular song that he often heard when you were cramming because of an upcoming deadline--

His brows furrowed in concern as he took off his coat, leaving it in the closet by the door to your shared flat before he made his way over to the bedroom. Tighnari nudged the door open with his foot, observing you as you sat with your legs crossed in front of your open laptop--the bright light from the screen burning into your eyeballs, and the soft comforter beneath you seemingly bringing you no comfort. He noted that your shoulders seemed tense, and your hands kept rubbing at your eyes--a small frown made it's way onto his lips. "..you're still awake?" He spoke, startling you from your work-induced haze.

You jumped at the sound of his voice, turning to look at your partner where he stood in the doorway of the bedroom. Your eyes seemed red-rimmed and bloodshot from staring at the screen for hours, the pressure from the heavy workload having gotten to you hours ago.. yet you continued to push past your limits, worried by the deadline on the imminent horizon. "Oh.. hey, Tighnari, yeah-- m'just.." you guestured lamely to the screen, hiding the scrunched Kleenex in your palm beside you. You were tired, and you wanted nothing more than to relax; but no matter how hard you worked, it seemed like the work never stopped. You couldn't remember the last time you were able to take a full day to yourself without thinking about an assignment.

"How long have you been chipping away at this?" Tighnari asked, walking closer to where you sat and plopping down next to you on the bed. His eyes narrowed as he looked to the screen, briefly skimming an assignment you clearly had been putting your heart and soul into.

"..dunno, I feel like I've aged 5 years." You replied, letting out a humored snort and leaning your head on your partner's shoulder as he hummed thoughtfully. "m'tired, 'nari."

"Why don't you take a rest?" He responded, placing his hand on your waist as you leaned in closer to him, "You've done good work today and you deserve a break. You can't get much done if you overwork yourself like this."

"But.. I can't, this assignment is due in two days and I've already procrastinated enough-- what if something else gets assigned on top of this?" You complained.

Tighnari's frown deepened, "If your professor puts more work on you in the coming days, then I'll personally go down there and give him a peace of my mind." He stated, mildly annoyed that your professor pushed his students this much to begin with. Tighnari let out a huff, before turning his head and pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head, "..but alas, my love," he began, "you've been working really hard, you deserve a rest. I don't plan on taking no for an answer here, either. I'll run a bath for you, how does that sound? Maybe we can watch movie afterwards as well. Anything to get you up off your rump."

You let out a small laugh at the idea of Tighnari scolding your professor. As amusing as the idea was, his offer of the break from work was as tantalizing as a fresh dessert. You lifted your head, meeting Tighnari's expectant gaze, and responding with a soft smile, "..that sounds lovely, Tighnari."

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

#°•asks answered #♡°•candor drabbles #genshin impact #genshin #tighnari #tighnari fluff

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tighnaeri · 2 years

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long post utc

to be v honest guys,, i don't think this tumblr thing is working out for me. fyi i'm not new to genshinblr, i've joined first in august / sept 2021 but have left in nov / dec. wasn't too involved in it except writing so yeah. all my moots are AMAZING. they were so fun to interact with on this one month or so journey but actually? i don't think this is cut out for me.

not for the hate anons, weird creepy dms or asks from people not only to me but literally most of my mutuals. but it's actually very toxic ?? first time and even this time i've noticed how my attention span has decreased immaculately because im scrolling on tumblr, insta all day instead of sitting down, watching a 3 hour movie with a lot of plot or reading a book. which imo is toxic

i love, love interacting with y'all so much. it's very enlightening but at the same time with me looking at one screen for the whole day for around 12-13 hours without doing anything productive or having a recreation of any sorts is kinda disheartening for me. even writing fanfics is a hobby, but i'm not even getting that type of motivation or enlightment from anyone around me to pursue something, even small.

even before joining tumblr again i've had this issue where i'd scroll on tiktok and instagram for hours n hours wishing i could have an exciting life instead of lying in bed with my 140 pound self.

i think i might leave tumblr once and for all. this has not helped my mental health at all. once i again my mutuals i give trophies as theyre much more hardworking than me. i've had selfdoubts, insecurities here and then and you guys have made it so much better /gen.

i would love to give you all a goodbye, as i'll be deactivating this account around tomorrow 5 am or so in gmt+4 timezone. :)

would like to mention my mutuals who might see this sooner or later and my mutuals rn as well.

@tiredsleep @astrxealis @o91wo @telemi @scarahours @catcze @raincxtter @foxic @rxspbrrry @something-was-here @yinyinggie @heizours @mx-kamisato @meimeimeirin @ilyelan @cxlrosii i am really tired to mention all my mutuals, so feel free to rb if you like. sorry if i have not mentioned you as ik i have more mutuals than this :) love all of you,

regards,

— june.

#blog will be deactivated on 5:40 or so PM on gmt+4.

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togamzee · 3 months

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The last time Rio had cried while getting on a plane, he was 9.

The attendant offered sympathy in her glance while he stepped up to check in. Blinking tears away with an unashamed grin down at the screen, he scanned his boarding pass and let himself disappear down the bridge. Looking back would have stopped him in his tracks; even for a heartbeat, enough to let him confirm the suspicion that he hadn’t quite been kidding when he offered for her to come along; like a feral cat a child so desperately wished to take home, irrational of an idea as it was. It’d been five total nights–that was all he spent in Japan. He should have left yesterday. Had this excursion gone according to plan, Rio Riley would have fought and beat Marcus Bader today. He would have spent his evening in a celebratory afterparty, likely solidifying some type of a relationship with Harper across both their socials in his oddly manufactured world. Not that he’d have thought of it that way five days ago. It would’ve just been his world, period, his flash and fanfare holding him steady on the upward climb of his career. Instead, he felt an elusive hollowness; something he couldn’t quite grasp at, something he had to wipe off his face in the form of tears even as he took his first class seat.

Pulling his phone out on mere habit, he skimmed over the message from Max detailing the plan on his arrival. He had to say something on someone’s camera to re-hype the match, the sooner the better. If he could get home and presentable in time, he could still make UFC 300 press conferences, could still get into some ‘friendly’ shit talking with Marcus, without much setback.

Max Dawson: You could even foreseeably be right back in the ring tomorrow. (Relatively speaking. Your current today, our current tomorrow. Isn’t crossing the date line delightful?)

Rio chewed at his lip, leg tapping in thought while his thumbs hovered over the keyboard. That didn’t sound bad. Instant distraction. Wouldn’t fully work, though.

Rio Riley: forgot to mention i actually did fuck my arm up, i got (non professional loooool) stitches in it rn that probably gotta get redone before im swinging at anyone lolol :) i gotchu on the press conference though my boy. see u soon

The bubbles from Max typing on his end immediately popped up, and Rio put his phone into airplane mode. Normally he’d get in flight wifi; however, given the demand for explanation that was about to send his manager into a frenzy…that, and the urge to message Shizuru would likely be too strong. He should let her live her life. He tried (evidently not hard enough), he tried to spare them from this weird and inexplicable pain.

If he had any luck, he’d sleep soundly on the plane; enough to dull the looming barrage of questions and company the second he landed. The turbulence had other ideas, it seemed. He spent the vast majority of the flight in a simmering state of anxiety, silently laughing at himself for experiencing a trauma response. Hopefully one that wouldn’t last forever. He reasoned it wouldn’t; that reexperiencing tremors of an earthquake wouldn’t keep an anxious chokehold on his mental state when he went through anything remotely similar–starting with this god forsaken turbulence.

Not that he succeeded. In total, he likely got three hours of sleep. Rubbing at his face, he stood as soon as him and the rest of the first class passengers could get off this fucking plane. Rio swiped a menu on his phone screen down to press the airplane button as he walked along the bridge, heart breaking as Shizuru’s message came through.

Too tired to cry, he smiled, responding to her before the resounding “Rio!” and “There you are,” from two voices could hit his ears.

Rio Riley: we look so cute wtf. thank u izu. flight was mid

Much as he had the night before his life changed, Theo picked him up in a hug. Rio couldn’t manage much outside of a low, “Hey, man,” while Theo squeezed as much of the life out of him as he could. He patted his large mulleted friends back, undeterred by the hug; grateful to see his dumbass friend again. Max, significantly smaller in frame, frantically paced next to them, speaking quickly as he always did; “No–no. No. Let him down. No! No. He’s hurt and insufferable and he’s–ohmyfuckinggod he has a fucking hickey–”

“What?” Theo exclaimed, setting Rio down. Hazel eyes nearly burst from his skull, and quite well could have before Rio smacked his hand over the spot Shizuru left on his neck. He rolled his eyes while he moved past the two who’d come to collect him. “It’s all good. Don’t worry about it.”

“So you need a MUA now? Are you dead ass serious, Rio Riley? You better pray to God someone between here, your house, and that fucking stage has a concealer for you, I–you know what? There will be. Obviously. And stick to a hoodie, cause I will blow up when I see whatever patch job you’ve got–”

Has my life always been like this?

Max had a friend already waiting at his house to conceal Shizuru’s returned mark of ownership as they pulled up. Rio had dreaded the thought of his makeup artist help being Harper, though Max would never be that foolish. In any case, he hadn’t replied to the influencer’s “You’re back!” message yet. He told himself he’d get to it later, maybe; though he had a feeling later wouldn’t come.

Max only had one remark left before he and his client left for the conference; after the shower and clothes (and makeup.) The blond had his arms crossed, hip jutted out while he waited for Rio to climb into the back of the waiting SUV first. “Please don’t let your fresh baggage fuck you up, Rio. Please? You are quite literally a champion in the making, and I can’t watch you fuck it up.”

“I’m not fucking it up,” Rio mumbled, not turning to look at his manager while he slid into the seat.

He wasn’t fucking it up; he was sure of it. Rio breezed through the conference, able to attribute his absence to the earthquake; which would get hit with more questions surrounding his well-being versus the exact circumstances that placed him there. He couldn’t help but wonder if his dad had something to do with that–reporter questions most often followed scripts per individual. Grayson Riley wouldn’t let his son be interrogated about Seara. Rio let his dad know the situation before he left for Japan all those days ago. Instead, he could smirk and lean back in his chair, one arm draped over the back side, idly wrapping and unwrapping his fingers around the microphone in his hand.

“So you felt it? What happened?”

“Wasn’t exactly in the best spot, so. I dunno. A lot. The room I was in collapsed. Only needed a few stitches from the deal, so Marcus gets to wait on me now.” He grinned over at his next opponent, seated three chairs over with other fighters placed in between. The American snorted, which came across lighthearted (enough).

Their exchange in the ring eight days later was far less pleasant. Rio overcame him quickly. He felt hungry for it. Eight days of endlessly interacting with others, which included (but wasn’t limited to!) doctor visits (where Shizuru’s stitch job was begrudgingly complimented, albeit undone,), lunches (where he was questioned about Shizuru), dinners (where they learned to stop questioning him about Shizuru,), the stitch removal visit (where he nearly messaged Shizuru,), a gym day to follow (where he couldn’t stop himself from sending a blatant thirst trap to Shizuru, his first message since landing), a podcast episode (where he talked a little more about the earthquake–and maybe would have said more, if Shizuru hadn’t been so opposed to being known.)

In his fastest match yet, Rio took home another win against Marcus Bader, a longtime favorite from the United States. If Rio’s career had been a tidal wave before, the 10 second knockout Rio delivered to Bader turned it into a tsunami.

It showed in the parties. And even though Rio had successfully avoided Harper for eight days, he couldn’t very well stop her from taking selfies with him that night at the club. He managed to inconspicuously keep her off of him and be elsewhere, drinking with a vengeance until he was set to leave. Harper had stumbled after him; she grabbed his arm and pulled with a surprisingly drunken strength. Rio turned his head to face her, groggy from his own heavy dose of whiskey.

She hiccuped. “Wh–where’ve you been, Rio?” Like a doe on her heels, the girl trotted to stand in front of him, wobbling all the way. “Are you good? You seem weird.”

He didn’t want to seem weird. He really didn’t. He bit at his lower lip, duo eyes searching Harper’s mouth while she gabbed about something else, probably another drunkenly concerned comment when he grabbed both sides of her face and made an honest effort to kiss the influencer girl.

His nose stopped just short of brushing against hers, though. She was stunned, silent now, wide eyed, mouth gaping.

Rio was equally stunned. He blinked, a slow grin forming when his laugh cracked the silence, head shaking. “Holy shit, she ruined me.”

“What?”

“‘M sorry, Harper.” A half smile took the place of the grin, and he watched her face for a few moments more before letting go. He didn’t give her much of a chance to respond, or maybe he did. His memory got foggy after that, the best he had was bits and pieces of drunkenly cursing and whining about Shizuru to Theo on their ride to their hotel.

Rio figured Theo had forgotten, too, or didn’t remember…whichever.

He brought her up nearly two months later, as the two of them spotted each other while lifting.

“You still talk to the girl from Japan?”

Rio nearly wanted to drop that bar on him.

He answered. “Yes. Not enough. It’s complicated.”

“Why don’t you just bring her over here?”

“Dude.”

Theo gave him a knowing look.

He already let her down on her birthday. And while he hadn’t made any concrete promises those few weeks ago, he’d been hard as fuck on himself over it as if he had. He wanted to see her back then. Unfortunately, he had to fight Thomas Briggs; and moving the day was impossible, unless he wanted to fuck things up. Sometimes he considered doing it anyway. And he’d subsequently feel like a piece of shit for typing a “wanna fly out?” message, deleting it, and refunding the tickets he’d only just purchased. Even if she didn’t know it–he felt like he was dangling carrots. Say she did come. He couldn’t very well just take personal days in the peak of UFC season to be with her. And she deserved more than seeing him fleetingly.

That rationale coupled with his foreseeably never ending, top to bottom fully scheduled days meant he could only message her a few times a week, with something funny, cute, or some variation of selfie that more often than not was purely his eyes on up.

After 6 wins within three months (and of course, 0 losses,) Rio Riley faced and beat Kristian Ackermann, the final match that secured Rio’s place in the heavyweight champion title match. Almost. Almost. He enjoyed the after party this time, in spite of the hollowness everything came with nowadays. So much so, with enough liquor to make his vision blurry, he’d decided to message Shizuru; though he usually tried not to bug her with his career things. This was an exception. Cause really, he could maybe stop dangling carrots, even if it took another month–?

He didn’t articulate that too much in the text, upon morning hungover hindsight. He’d sent a blurry, glowing club picture of his eyes with the caption, im a mf winner

A day later, (which, he knew was a relatively fast turnaround time compared to his normal two or three day delay between texts), he went to message her again, captioning a sweaty gym thirst trap selfie as sweaty gym thirst trap selfie. While he typed, Theo’s nose stayed planted in his phone and exclaimed, “Dude, you didn’t hear?”

“What?”

“Japan had another earthquake, like. The other day? Or something?”

Rio blinked. She had messaged him since then, so he was able to ward off the immediate panic. Didn’t change the newfound one, though.

Why didn’t she tell me?

Rio stared back down at his phone. He deleted the message, grimace forming. They hadn’t really…talked. Sure, they texted. A few times a week. But it was never deep.

That was his fault. Most likely.

Still–she didn’t tell him. His heart ached. He wasn’t mad. But she didn’t tell him something like that? Fuck, he would have told her if it’d been him. It could have been a joke, even, just something one off because surely, surely he’d ruined her like she ruined him–and she’d be upset if he hid something like that from him. Right?

That kicked puppy expression didn’t leave his face for days.

Harper noticed it in the club, too. Rio hadn’t even wanted to be here, not really. He drank regardless. The brunette had slid into the spot beside him in his booth with him barely feeling the motion, mind reliving the image of Shizuru in a format so similar to this. Every motion he’d made on the redhead that night–every sensual touch as they danced, the kisses at his neck, even when he fucked her after leaving–the whole time, it’d been Shizuru he wanted it with. He was fucked up for it then, and as Harper slid her leg over his, shifting to straddle him in drunken fervor, Rio found himself potentially fucked up for it now. His breath shallowed, pushing at the small of her back to bring her hips in towards his.

She hooked her arms around his neck, pulling her head back to look him in the eye and leaned in. Rio closed his eyes, shaking his head while managing to dodge the kiss. She gaped at him, once again.

Rio gave her a shockingly sympathetic look. “...Still ruined, Harper. Thanks for confirming that.” He pushed her away, and pulled out his phone. Fleeting or not–fuck it. Fuck it.

Rio Riley: can u please be at the airport tomorrow please. im sorry its late notice. i bought your tickets already so please

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so-you-melted-22 · 4 years

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i’m reading some of my old writing and fuck is it weird!!! who writes in a past-first-person?! why did i do that?! it’s not even that the general ideas behind the stories are weird, it’s just that i couldn’t even fucking write semi-okay dialouge wich makes everything seem so unpersonal and distant!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

#like i wrote a bunch of stories with self insert ocs that are all frank ieros sister #wich is not weird considering i read a lot weirder shit back then #also it kinda shows that i m aromantic #because everyone else would have made theis self insert oc someones girlfriend #i always made them single and just good buddies or siblings with everyone #wich btw i also couldn't write good sibling relationships #but that a whole other can of worms were not gonna open rn #also the seventh of my oneshot-stories is literally about an mcr reunion happening in some alternate 2016 #i literally wrote about an reunion in 2018 #also my grammar and sentence-structure #it was fucking horrendous #like im dragging that poor 12 yr old girl that wrote shitty self inserts because she thought it was cool so hard through the cocoa rn #and i kinda feel bad because like #i didn't have the skills i have now or anything even close to that #but like i also kinda do not feel bad #cause i was stupid #also sorry for any mistakes in the tags #again english isn't my first language #and im typing without looking at the screen rn #idk why i do that #...#stuff #shitpost #text #writig #writer

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princekirijo · 4 years

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Bro I'm so sad right now for the dumbest reason

#so my dad had to move out of his office right #he didn't lose his job or anything the company he works for just sold the office building he worked in #he's working from home rn but anyway #he brought home all his monitors and key boards and a docking station right #and he gave it all to me because im the techie bitch in the house #so i have it all set up and its so cool and im so excited to have two screens #but the docking station won't work with my laptop and there's no way for me to plug the monitors in without it #and i looked it up and i don't think there's any adaptors that could help me #because it's a c type usb connection but its a displayport over type c usb connection #so it'll only work with certain c type connections #and i can't find any adaptors to work with it #so now i have to buy a new docking station or the way more expensive and stupid alternative buy a new laptop #and im just sad af #because its all set up and looks so cool #but nope #my shitty laptop said fuck you #and the thing is its not even that bad of a laptop #i paid decent money for it and its very good #aside from the storage being shit and now this issue with connectors #and i know its such a stupid thing to be sad about #but like it was the only exciting thing about this week and now it's ruined #at least my parents said they'd buy me the port for Christmas...#i just hate the fact that they have to spend money considering we got all of this for free...#ignore me #don't reb/og

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shotorozu · 3 years

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oh my god telling shinso, bakugo, deku and aizawa that they look breedable and submissive 💀

“looking submissive and breedable”

character(s) : shinsou hitoshi, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, aizawa shouta (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] gender neutral reader, quirk’s not mentioned, third year au!

i mean,, the terms submissive and breedable are definitely suggestive 💀 but there’s nothing explicitly spicy in this

headcanon type : fluff, crack, suggestiveness but nothing actually explicit as per usual (x reader)

note(s) : i found that entire thing funny. like, tiktok compliments went from “i have a tesla oops im rich!” to “i am submissive and breedable” 🗿 these are mostly reactions, so there’s not a ton of nuances. also i planned on posting this sooner but i mourned after watching tokrev ep21

might delete later if i hate how this looks

»»————-　♡　————-««

shinsou hitoshi

you saw someone commenting under a tiktok simp video that they were submissive and breedable

and you simply cackled thinking about telling that to him— who’s him? well, that’d be hitoshi

so, here you are, walking towards him without any plans, but to tell him that he’s “looking submissive and breedable today, shin”

oh my GOD

why do you do this to him? like,, he knows about your frequent tiktok shenanigans. after all, it’s been a while since you guys started dating

but he never expected said pranks to actually FLUSTER him?? his plans of remaining composure have been demolished.

like.. hitoshi’s probably seen a tiktok comment like that, and hasn’t thought much of it since. if any, he probably called denki ‘down bad’ after seeing him comment that under some girl’s tiktok 💀

but when you tell him that? that’s a whole different story

he knows you’re filming a tiktok, and tries his best to maintain his composure— but even such comment would make him crack

for the first few seconds, you can actually see that it had some flustering effects on him 🧍‍♀️

the way his hand shoots up to cover his mouth— LIKE THAT REALLY DOES ANYTHING TO SHIELD HIS BASHFULNESS 😃

but, after those first seconds pass— it feels like he can actually react the way he wanted to

even though he knows you’re just saying that for a tiktok, hitoshi probably takes a look at himself

like he’s trying to see if your statement is valid or nah 💀

he finally speaks, “thank you…?”

“‘thank you’??” 😦

it just kind of looks like his soul left his body for a second, and now he’s acting like everything’s fine??

like bro 🤨 weren’t you a windows loading screen a second ago? you’re not acting as suave as you think rn, mr. shinsou hitoshi 🙎‍♀️

“well what am i supposed to say? thank you for recognizing my breedable-ness, i am capable of multiplying and making mini shinsous 🤨❓”

and this makes you go 😀😳😯 in a matter of SECONDS

lets just say, he wasn’t the one that walked away flustered afterwards— but the tiktok comments section couldn’t find themselves blaming you.

bakugou katsuki

if you’re gonna do this to bakugou katsuki— i think i have the right to question your mental state 😨

you have a desire for self-demise, probably. you simply wanted to do this prank on him for his reaction, not caring if the idea would be worth it in the end

even though you’re dating him, that doesn’t make you safe just yet 🧍‍♀️

like, what makes you think this was going to be a good idea 🤨 either way— you fear absolutely nothing and i respect that

you run towards him, recording the tiktok in the process, and with laughter falling from your lips, you say “kats, you’re looking real submissive and breedable today.”

upon hearing the terms used, his face literally goes RED like a tomato— is it embarrassment? humiliation? bashfulness? is it all of the above? yeah it is

thinks the terms being used for complimenting purposes is horrid, and downright awful

probably fought someone in a random tiktok comments section about it— and when asked about his opinion on it, he visibly scowls

that doesn’t mean you have no effect on him whatsoever.

“what the fuck.” it sounds domineering, instead of it being a question. he’s in disbelief, but at the same time, it sounds like katsuki’s not questioning you

thinking you’ve said it all too quickly for his understanding, you repeat yourself “you’re looking subm—”

“what the fuck??” he repeats the same three words, except he sounds absolutely menacing 😨 and he’s glaring now

oh no. not good news. like c’mom— you just told your constantly furious looking boyfriend, with a explosion quirk, mind you

that he was submissive and breedable 😃 you fear nothing, because katsuki himself knows he’s unable to do any harm to you for several different reasons

more laughter falls from your lips when his eyes narrow even further into slits, blush deepening in rich color

you were about to make your next move, which was just 🏃💨 because you assumed you got the reaction you were looking for

he puts his hero training into use, and TUGS at your arm, pulling you back near him— you’re like 🏃😃❗️

“oi, oi, oi, where the fuck do you think you’re going, hah?”

you stop laughing 😨 at this point, your recording made an abrupt stop. “you can’t just run away after saying all of that shit— hey!”

you somehow manage to slip out of his grasp, and a chase between the two of you began 🧎‍♀️

he was furious for several different reasons, and you had to make up for it by pampering his ass 🚣‍♂️

the tiktok comments section thought you passed away 💀but on a brighter note— the tiktok’s sound went viral

midoriya izuku

menace behavior (2)

tell him that, and he’s probably gonna turn into stone— and collapse onto the floor 🗿

you knew this was probably going to fluster him— and while you don’t regularly anyway enjoy tormenting him by making him literally BUFFER

you made exceptions in the past, especially for tiktoks— so, you’ll make an exception for this one 🤩 he is cute when he’s flustered after all

after some minor preparing, you go out to find izuku, as you’d like to do this as soon as you could— and which you luckily run into in the hallway. izuku beams at the sight of you

“Y/N!” he rushes over to you, just about to offer you his greeting kiss on the cheek — until you say the following words

ever so casually too.

“izuku you look super submissive and breedable today.”

,,, pause. 😀

like a sunrise, the realization to your words is evident on his face. from the way his cheeks get redder each second that passes, and the way his jaw goes slack

you can only silently laugh, while his reaction grows in shock, and severity

he’s kind of like 🥰☺️😀😃😧😮😨😱 it’s nearly the entire ‘smileys and people’ emoji category /hj

it’s like you WANT him to shut down 😨 because at this rate, he will.

i’m not gonna lie around and say he had absolutely no idea what submissive or breedable meant

like,, separately, he knows what they mean, alright 😃 we can all blame that one unfortunate encounter he had on the internet for that.

but that doesn’t mean he won’t get flustered— man saw those words in a tiktok comments section once

once

and was literally red in the face for an hour, he didn’t know it was considered as a compliment now (it’s not,, exactly one)💀

and he’s still trying to understand it

his mouth opens, but as expected, nothing is actually being said. “i— uhm, uhm! thank you?”

you allow him to speak, amused by the way he fumbles with his hands like he’s juggling invisible objects 💀 mouth opening and closing like a fish

it looks like he could erupt like a volcano 🌋🤭 or pass out, or short circuit you get what i mean

“oh that’s,, probably not the right answer uhm.. i am grateful that there is a exponential possibility of producing, and procreating fruitful children! if you so ever please uhm..”

i mean, that’s what he said— but he managed to say it all a little too quickly. at least, for any outside viewer’s understanding. on the other hand, you understood everything

at this point, your green haired boyfriend knows he’s rambling, and he just WISHES he’d shut the fuck up. but, he mouth keeps disobeying what his mind wants or needs to do

“i.. am rambling. and, i’m probably really, really red. and uhm, blushing.. right?”

you nod, and you laugh at the way his mouth shutters— opening and closing wordlessly, trying to form at least something coherent, to stop embarrassing himself infront of you

“you’re adorable.”

his blush looks like it’s relieved of some of it’s color, the compliment making him relax. izuku’s still red though 💀 “thank you!”

the tiktok goes viral, and as expected of your expectations— no one made fun of him. it would feel wrong to do so anyway 🧎‍♀️

aizawa shouta

first of all,,,

are you sure 😃❓ that you want to 😃❓ do that 🤨❓

you were not just a little hesitant, but very hesitant on telling aizawa shouta— pro hero eraserhead, that’s also the strict, homeroom teacher of class 1-A

that he was submissive and breedable 💀

you debated with yourself, weighed the pros and cons of it all— and thought out loud “hey, do i— actually want to tell shouta that? do i? really?”

it wasn’t like shouta was a teenager by all means— he’s 31, an adult. he most likely knows what that is

and even if he was unaware, we have presentation mitochondria as his bestie, and midnight sensei to tell him innuendos like that

and despite your hesitancy, you still managed to suck it up— and gather as much courage and bravery as you could

regardless, you are extremely brave— i’d say much braver than telling bakugou that he was the aforementioned

because i rather eat a couch than tell shouta that

after mentally preparing yourself, and self reassurance— you pace back and forth with your phone in your hand

because y’know— you keep changing your mind if you actually want to tell your fatigue boyfriend that, and possibly make him more fatigue

“oh jeez, do i actually want to do this?” you mess around with your phone anyway, to make sure it’s still ready for recording

“do what?”

hearing the familiar gravely, baritone voice causes your thumb to press on the recording button, utterly startled 💀

you turn around, and of course— it had to be your boyfriend, shouta. the person you were looking for “you’ve been pacing around. do i know why exactly? no. i don’t”

“you look submissive and breedable.”

you can feel your self reassurance melting away 😨 and you can already feel the tears forming /hj

you did NOT actually mean to say that so bluntly— but there is no turning back now 😃 #yolo

you wince at the silence, and you observe his face for a reaction— though it might be a little painful doing so.

shouta contemplates if he should say anything. but, in the end— his face is like 😐

basically, he does not look amused— he looks so done, and it looks like he could just sprint away at any given moment

he could but he doesn’t want to bc you’re his s/o 💀

THIS IS WHAT YOU WERE FEARING 😭 i mean, you were anticipating this kind of a reaction, but that didn’t make things better

he— has heard of those terms, we can blame his besties for that. i can’t say he’s on tiktok because thinking about learning how to use the app makes him tired 💀

he doesn’t know how that’s a compliment, and he does not know how to respond to this

so, he says this “… okay. please take a nap with me.”

“sure, alright.” “alright.”

you’d say he had no reaction, but you can see some redness at the tips of his ears. you feel nice, knowing you still have an effect on him

you guys don’t talk about this encounter, at all. he still gives you that flatline 😐 expression, if you ever call submissive or breedable again.

and because of that, the tiktok remained in your drafts for a bit— until shouta told you it was fine to upload it

“when it gets to a certain amount of views or likes— just private it, take it down or whatever.”

the tiktok gets 700k views 😨 and a bunch of comments laughing at his expression, and reddened ears. his besties had a good laugh

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long distance [hcs]

“you’re travelling for a internship, needing to leave the prefecture for 3 weeks— so now what, now that you’re gone?”

includes: shinsou hitoshi, midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki

your name is shortened to y/n, gn reader

notes: so.. i changed my url :)) i decided to change it early on my tumblr experience. i was gonna do shouto and kirishima but.. yeah, will add that in another post.

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shinsou hitoshi

at first, he was like “oh ok.” because he thought that you were just leaving for a few days

but nooo, you had to leave the area for 3 entire weeks.

21 entire days

really bummed about that. what’s he supposed to look forward to after school?

since y’all usually hangout after school, he needs to change that since you’re not there.

the entire vibe is different. regardless if you’re upbeat or calm around him— it doesn’t feel complete

on the brighter note, whenever he passes by a cat, he sends a bunch of pictures of them.

it’s even at the most random times of the day, and you still manage to open them and comment on them every single time he sends one

he questions what you’re doing if the timezones are very different, but you never give him concrete answers

he also ends up staring at pictures of you, trying to recall what being with you’s like.

calls are very frequent and random, and they last for hours

he looks forward to just picking up his phone and calling your number as soon as he’s free

even if he’s nocturnal, and even if you beg him to sleep.

he’ll complain about the fact that you have to be gone for sooo long,

but you only smile sadly— telling him you’ll see him soon.

not one to meet you at the airport/trainstation, but as soon as you tell him you’re back

he’s asking for your location :)

then he’s dragging you back to his place, hands enlaced in yours as he puts you in one of his hoodies,

cuddling you, as he takes in your scent, missing you as a whole.

bonus : you gave him cat souvenirs, almost as a “im sorry for being away for too long”

midoriya izuku

stays wide awake the day before you leave

he’s just unable to rest, knowing you’ll be miles away from him— for 3 long weeks

at first, he’ll just drown himself in practice and training,

because he knows it’s not good to be worrying about you too much, that’ll look a little excessive

but he finds himself thinking about you the majority of the day, glancing at the clock very often— as he can’t wait to tell you about his day

he’ll send you a message every hour, just to see if you’re okay, because you could be in danger rn and he wouldn’t know

and he’ll ask you how the place is, how the weather is like— and if you’re having difficulty in sleeping due to the timezone differences

(if it’s really different)

he thinks to himself out loud more

whenever he sees something— he’ll comment out loud like “hm, i wonder what y/n thinks about this.. i should tell them later!”

lots of video calls. and most of the time, y’all accidentally leave the call on—

leaving inko to find his son still calling his s/o at 12 in the morning (don’t ask why she’s awake at that time LMAO)

the calls are either him going on a word dump, desperate to talk to you

or it’s just him staring at you through the screen— missing you dearly.

he’s almost complaining lol

will offer to pick you up at the airport/train station because he wants to,

eagerly walking towards the station/port, excited to see you finally. oh, and he’ll also offer to carry your bags.

he’ll also be holding a stuffed animal with flowers in his hand, eyes lighting up at the sight of you

because he wants you to take the stuffed animal with him the next time you travel far away

bonus : he keeps the souveniers you gifted him somewhere special, kept away from danger

bakugou katsuki

his first reaction to you needing to leave the area is “okay, and?? what’d you want me to say?”

until he finds out it’s for 3 weeks, 21 days.

he hates it already, and he’ll be kinda mad at you— like.. why’d you need to leave for that long?

katsuki looks fine on the outside, acting pretty normal for bakugou katsuki.

however, he finds himself staring at your empty spot almost every hour

he hates being annoyed, but not if it’s you :(

this mf is never the texting or calling type of person— but because you’re so far away from him >:T

he’ll call you 2 hours before his appointed bed time, disappearing into his room and locking it— just so he can hear your voice

he’ll openly complain “why is the day going so slow? and why do you even need to stay there for that long, idiot.”

then he’ll proceed to request a video call, wanting to see your face. even just a quick look

he’ll probably admit it at some point, but baku will hint to you that he misses you

“it’s not the same without your dumbass here. i don’t know. there’s somethin’ missing here damnit.”

as your arrival back home approaches..

he goes quiet, his mind running wild on what he wants to do as soon as you get back

will surprise you at the airport/train station. because who warns people now these days? tch.

will probably give you a minute headsup— before he appears right infront of you, demanding for you bags

then midway the walk back, he’ll kiss the crown of your head— because he just couldn’t contain yourself

then he’s throwing you on his bed, and trapping you in his arms. grumbling that you shouldn’t leave for that long again.

bonus : will totally act like he didn’t miss you at all the next day. you’ll be like 🤨 uh.. okay

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