Tumblr Is Timeless And Faceless. It's Not Centered On The Individual But On What Is Created By And For

tumblr is timeless and faceless. it's not centered on the individual but on what is created by and for the group. the collective appreciation for a work of art, a funny video, a stupid ass post, etc is what brings us together. imo that's why the implementation of livestreams, which rely on microcelebrity and a creator/consumer relationship, contradicts the ethos of the site

HALI'S USERNAME UPDATE

haliiimede >>> sailoryooons

finally chose something that feels a little more my style and is fandom related. very excited for my anime era and pls be patient as i fix all my links!

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Someone send me to the dentist! I love little bits of fluffy bon bons!

love signs XV (min yoongi)

genre/warnings: established relationship, tooth rotting fluff with a twist ;) cursing, some displays of affection

a/n: back with another…..this is gonna be cute as heck you’re not even ready. i wasn’t ready. lololol lemme know if you wanna be tagged :) 

taglist: @yoonaasa @parkdatjimin @pamzn @chemicalstxrs-blog @fringe-frank ​

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“No.” Yoongi protests, shaking his head. He presses his folded arms closer to himself, tucks his legs under him on the other end of the sofa. 

“Yes.” You say, disregarding him completely and selecting your favourite New Year’s movie on the screen. 

“No chance in hell.”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

“Please……” He whines. 

“It’s tradition. I’m pressing play.”

“Of all the movies in the world, you had to pick this.” When you look over, you can see Yoongi pouting, hugging a pillow. 

“I love zombie movies.” The opening scenes of Train to Busan starts floating across screen when he says, "And I……I don’t.“

"Are you scared?”

“No.”

“You are, aren’t you?” You tease him. Yoongi was tough as shit. He’d survived the idol trainee system and a car accidents and made it through so much hardship. But even someone like him had their fears. Scary movies was just one of them. 

The movie played on and you were hooked. The cinematography was beautiful,  even as the way the tension kept building. When corpses start reanimating, Yoongi yelps. 

“Shit, fuck, what the fuck?!” You chuckle. "How are you so happy, you maniac?“ You shrug, eyes still focused on the screen. Yoongi settles down, tries to tame his wild breathing. He counts backwards slowly. He tries to focus on something else. 

"I’m just gonna look at Gong Yoo. Just gonna focus on his manly face and his deep ass voice and……” He says, mostly to himself. 

“Is it helping?” You ask, amused. 

“A little. Aww…..cute kid.”

“Ha…..don’t get attached. You’re in for a wild ride.”

The more action plays out on screen, the deeper Yoongi sinks into the sofa. Eventually, he props up the pillow on his lap, pushes it forward like a shield. 

“Ahhhhhh…….”

“Are you hiding?”

“No.”

“Yoon-ah…..”

“I’m not.”

You sigh loudly, pausing the movie. Yoongi looks even more startled by the lack of sound, as though a zombie is just gonna pop out from behind the sofa.

“Come here.” You say, encouraging him with your hand. 

“I’m fine.” He doesn’t even look in your direction. You’d laugh if you didn’t see the look on his face. He was scared. And damn, you felt a little bad. Teasing him was fun. But not at the expense of actually making him feel bad. Sighing again, you closed the distance between you, sitting in the middle of the sofa and opening your arms up to hold him. 

“Come here, you big baby.”

Yoongi peers over at you, like he’s trying to see if it’s a trick. Maybe you’re a zombie. Fuck. He was so scared he couldn’t tell reality apart from the movie. Eventually though, he moves, turns his body towards you. You gesture for him again, feeling the strain in your arms now. Then suddenly, he shoots forward slamming into you. He’s practically on your lap. You groan in pain, repeating, “okay, okay, you’re okay”. You hold him close, head perched on your collarbone. And Yoongi wraps his arms around you. He’s quiet, breathing slowing down against your chest.

“Better?”

“Mmmh.” He hums and you can feel the vibrations in your ribs. You press play and the movie carries on. A few moments later, you can feel him relax against you. 

“You seem fine. Were you just pretending to be scared so we could cuddle?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

Just as a couple characters lock themselves in the bathroom to escape death by zombies, Yoongi tenses again. When you peer down, he’s squeezed his eyes shut, sinking his fingers into your love handles.

“Ooooo okay no you’re actually freaking out. We don’t have to keep watching.”

“No, it’s okay. I wanna see how it ends.” Oh, there’s that rapper bravado you love so much. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t do something to you. Still, you hesitate, asking, “Are you sure??”

“Mmh. Unpause please.”

You oblige, settling back down again. Yoongi cuddles into you and you stroke his hair slowly - gentle pats melting to long, drawn out motions that could lull him to sleep if he let himself go like he does on nights after a long trip away from you. There’s nothing that cures his jetlag better than your hands.  

“Would you actually protect me if there was a zombie apocalypse?” He asks a few moments later. You reply, “Of course. I’d shove other people in the zombie’s way just to save you.”

“Awww……you homicidal maniac. I love you.”

You shoot up, shoving him off you. Yoongi just lays on the sofa. He’s stunned. You smile and jump down into a weird squat position, pointing at him.

“First I-love-you of the year! Pay up, motherfucker!”

“That’s not fair. I didn’t do it on purpose. It has to be on purpose!”

“No, that wasn’t part of the bet. I won fair and square. Pay up, pay up, pay up!”

“Ahhhhhh really? You’re gonna make me pay for being a good boyfriend?”

“Loser pays, loser pays.”

“Aiiiiissshhhhh…….this is what I get…..stupid zombie movie……stupid commentary on the human condition that would’ve been much more intriguing without the half dead monsters running around.”

“What are you complaining about?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re such a sore loser. So cute.” You exclaim, planting a big kiss to his cheek. He leans into it, reveling in the feeling. Yoongi loved it when you’d kiss him like this - like you couldn’t get enough of him, like he was the only person in the world you deemed worthy enough to know the feel of your lips.

“Want another? Have to say it.” You tease. 

“I want another."  He says, eyes fixed to a point on the ground.

"Another what?”

“Ahhhhhh come on. Please.”

You chuckle, slipping your arms around his shoulders from behind.

“I love you too.”

“Love you when you’re cute,” you say, planting a kiss on the mole on his neck, “and when you’re annoyed,” you murmur, kissing the mole on his cheek, “and when you’re scared” moving up to kiss the mole on his nose, “and when you’re breathing. I just love you so much.” You say, finally kissing him on the mouth.

Then you pull back. Yoongi chases after you, eyes fluttering open slowly.

“I love you.” You say, kissing him deeply. He cups the back of your head as you lean forward. When you part, he smiles at you sweetly. It makes you want to dip your head down and kiss him again.

“I love you too.”

I love this story! So glad to see it again!

Project Dream Girl | JHS

Pairings: Hobi x Reader

Rating: 18+ / Mature / Explicit

Synopsis: For all four years of high school, they watched Hobi watching you from afar, listening to him going on and on about how you smile, or the way you toss your hair. For one semester, they went through hell, scheming and planning ways to get Hobi anywhere in your magical orbit. But it’s only now, a decade later, during a visit home for Christmas, that you’ve finally noticed him. There’s no doubt about it. There’s only one way for Hobi to win you once and for all. It’s time to resurrect Project Dream Girl. But is it too late, now that Hobi’s engaged?

Word Count: ~35k | read on ao3

Genres, Content Warnings, & Themes: Christmas fic, childhood friends, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, pining, angst, slow burn, eventual smut (oral sex [m and f giving and receiving], edging, rough sex, unprotected sex, penetrative sex)

Author’s Note: A late Christmas present for you all! Based on this incredible ask and the story that came with it! Really hope you enjoy this soft, precious Hobi, and that you all have a very happy holiday season!  Submitted to @ficscafe​ ’s #ficscafe holidays event!

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