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We need a part 2 for Lost You 👀

I hope he regrets it.

Did he ever fall in love with OC?

Lets see 👀

Oh he does regret okay. IF theres a part 2 I'll make him regret what he did and Minji's gonna go down too.

He did fall in love with her, he just took her for granted and didn't realise it.

I love Tae so much 😭 I want a friend like him.

Thank you for the updates!!

he’s genuinely the best friend jimin could’ve asked for 💔

runaway dumpling….

𖤐 BOLD OF YOU TO ASSUME I SAID ANYTHING 𖤐

꒰ ⊹ ˚ . Summary : Wednesday plans a date for the both of you, but it gets ruined by the rain, you are filled with anger and Wednesday on the other hand gets slightly turned on

Contains of — Swearing, Brief Mentions of NSFW, Yelling etc.

Babettes note — no note for today.

— It’s a Saturday afternoon, you and Wednesday were walking down the grass path in the forest just enjoying the silence and presence of each other, but you decide to speak up.

— “ you know Wednesday I didn’t think you would be able to plan this with any issues. “

— Wednesday shifted her eye contact from the grass to you and replied quickly with “ it’s not difficult to plan a..date I’ve always been rather great at planning things “

— “ I guess now I can agree with you “ you said with a slight giggle at the end.

— You too kept walking, you may think it’s awkward but for you guys it’s romantic, at least in Wednesday’s terms of romance.

—You were in your own thoughts while Wednesday was moving closer to you wishing deep down you won’t point it out, you look at her and smile but you notice the grey gloomy sky, the sky you most enjoyed, but meant one thing…Rain.

— Here’s Wednesday wearing her uniform while you are here wearing ( your favorite type of pants ) with a white colored ( favorite type of shirt ) with no umbrella.

— As usual you were correct, it started raining you gasp at the sudden burst of water and wind while Wednesday looks up and smirks because of the sky’s refreshing unexpected droplets of water.

— you look at her with pure anger at how she could be so careless not to check the weather knowing how cold it can get, you stop walking and Wednesday notices and stops along with you.

— “ Are you kidding me Wednesday?? You didn’t even check the weather before you decided to plan? What happened to you being the best at planning shit?!?!?! “

— Wednesday being slightly shocked at your sudden change of tone and voice responded with “ I didn’t say I was the best.”

— “ Don’t get specific with me Wednesday! But are you serious, you could have checked my phone for the weather or something “

— “ I refuse to be a slave to technology and touch those morbid devices. “

— “ if you are soo against it then why didn’t you ask Enid to check? I mean..is it that hard to fucking ask? Jesus Christ I knew I should’ve planned this date now my top is ruined not only that my shoes are going to get covered with mud and we don’t have a umbrella!!!“

— Wednesday just stared at you and turned around and with a sarcastic tone said “ wow, so aggressive y/n “

— You got even more upset that she had the gull to be sarcastic so you responded with a “ Oh my god sarcasm on top too?!.. “ thing is you kept talking

— but to Wednesday it just went through one ear and out the other just pitch “ blah blah blah blah “ to her so she said “ it kinda turns me on.. “

— under her breath obviously but you heard her say something but didn’t catch on the words.

— “ what did you say? “

“ bold of you to assume I said anything. “

EXTRA 🤭!!/ VISUALIZATION!!:

POV : This would be Wednesday saying “ bold of you to assume I said anything “ after she whispered under her breath “ it kinda turns me on “ when you started expressing your anger at Wednesday.

— You were so filled with rage at the sudden rain that you couldn’t help but get mad at Wednesday

— for being careless at how she planned your date, that you were lost in your own world being completely mad and yelling, that you didn’t fully catch on what Wednesday said.

“ what did you say? “

“ bold of you to assume I said anything “

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- Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Reader

꒰ ⊹ ˚ . - Summary — Head-canons of Xavier sneaking into your dorm room at night ;)

contains of — Cuddling,Flirting, Breaking in, Invasion of Privacy, Make out sessions, Teasing, Fluff, Brief mentions of nsfw ♡

Babette’s/Vivica’s Note — he is honestly so fine I’m sorry but my friend Rosalía wanted some Xavier Thorpe Head-canons so here it is! Merry Christmas guys!♡ pls remember my request box is open!!

— You and Xavier spend a decent amount of time together so he feels no need to sneak into your dorm room, but if something important happens like finals or new class schedules he will meddle in.

— Your roommate usually doesn’t mind if you too just want to chat or cuddle for a bit but if you and Xavier try to get freaky in the sheets your roommate will tell him to get out or simply leave.

— The only way you and Xavier can get it on without anybody catching you is during the weekend where your roommate is hanging out with their own s/o or partying.

— When that happens, expect a lot of teasing, soft kisses on your neck, slight sucking on your collarbone and neck leaving pink tints on your skin, whispering in your ear of what he wants and such.

— When he is in that mood you can definitely tell, his hands are always on a body part of yours but especially your hips,waist,thigh and your lower back leading to your ass

— during that time when you guys kiss, it going increasingly faster and rougher with more heat going in the air and excitement. At the end both of your lips are pretty sore and probably chapped.

- The rush and trill of knowing you too are breaking school rules makes you guys bolder and more risk taking then ever.

— When that doesn’t happen, you guys are most likely cuddling or watching movies..while cuddling. Its difficult to have “ cute study dates “ with him when he doesn’t like to study at all.

— he already feels overwhelmed with school work and the fact he can’t spend time with you because of it he doesn’t want to bring that into your guys alone time.

— During cuddling he is the big spoon( most of the time), he adores having you close to him while he plays with your hair or looking down at you kissing your forehead trying not to wake you up.

- He doesn’t mind being the little spoon at all, he loves having his head in your neck or chest inhaling your perfume/cologne/body mist and have you play with his hair.

— Sometimes he does come unexpectedly, example he could sneak in when he saw your roommate leave..but he expected you to be in the room oh wait! Your in the shower!

— He usually finds it funny to flush the toilet just to hear your loud gasp from the sudden change of water Or he will leave you be and look through your stuff and maybe take a shirt of yours or perfume/cologne/body mist of yours.

— he will bring his sketch book with him and draw the layout of your side of the room and rip it out and hang it on your wall if he sees any tape in sight, he will occasionally make drawings with a splash of color for you to hang up.

— you guys try your best to make the best out of the time you guys have because at the end you too know that Xavier is going to have to go back to his dorm :(

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꒰ ⊹ ˚ . - Summary — Reader is reading a book in bed while Wednesday rests her head on Reader's shoulder, falling asleep:)!

Contains of — Fluff,Dead Pan, Enid freaking out, Mad Wednesday !!

Babette’s / Vivica’s Note — this is related to my last post of writing ideas and I got two comments that wanted number 2 and another two comments that wanted 5 so I’m going to write that right after I’m done with this one!! Thank you so much enjoy! ♡

— After a enervating day of investigating, and arguing with the sheriff, Wednesday was full of it but remained her deadpan expression showing no emotion.

— She went to her dorm expecting to hear enid’s horrendous music, but she was welcomed with your soothing voice she wondered why you were there.

— She saw you talking to thing while putting rings on him, if Wednesday had emotions or..showed them she would have definitely smiled at the sight of that but obviously didn’t. She then spoke up and said “ Where is Enid? “

— thing just went to a magazine and started flipping the pages while you replied with “ Oh she went to go get her sweater from Ajax’s room she just called me up to keep thing company! “ you knew she was gonna ask you why were you there so you quickly threw it in there

— Wednesday was slightly excited that it would just be the two of you, she just nodded and went to her closet to change into black and white striped pajamas. She came out and offered you to sit on her bed while she started writing

“ Y/n, you’re more then welcomed to sit on my bed while I commence into my novel. “ she said looking away afraid you’d think she is trying to make a intimate move.

“ Oh okay! Thank you. “ you smiled to her not expecting one back, before you decided to lay down, you picked out a book from your backpack, Then you sit on the bed and lean on the headboard.

— Wednesday sits on her chair trying to figure what to write…think is she can’t think of anything, she writes some ideas down but still throws them to the trash bin next to her.

— She gives up and decides to sit next to you, of course the sudden movement scared you since Wednesday normally doesn’t sit next to you especially during her writing time.

— you just move the book closer to her view so she can read but instead she says “ can you read out loud? “ you try your best not to smile because you know Wednesday will think your teasing her but you respond with “ oh yeah of course “

— Wednesday gets more comfortable and watches your lips read the text and occasionally looks back to the book following along with your voice.

— She then notices how her eyelids suddenly became so heavy, she widens her eyes trying to keep awake but is soon thankful for your sudden words.

“ You know if your tired you can rest or lean on my shoulder” some words go unsaid and you decide to read again.

— when you reach to paragraph 4 that’s when you feel a weight on your shoulder, you look down and find Wednesday asleep. Oh how you want to pat her head but you hold back the urge and just read in your head.

— minutes go by, and the front door opened, hearing enid’s Loud keychains and boots walking going to talk loudly but sees the sight of Wednesday sleeping on your shoulder.

“ OH MY GOD SO GUESS WH-…. HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT “

You smile and whisper “ shut up! “

— Enid then jumps around and takes a picture but remembers to take off the flash, you being slightly camera shy cover your face with the book.

— you then get comfortable and fall asleep with Wednesday right besides you, I swear Wednesday had a slight corner smile.

— Wednesday wakes up seeing that you and Enid are sleeping, she calms down at the sight but decides to check your phone because of the top notification saying

TUMBLR

EnidExposes!! Posted :

Word On the Street : Wednesday Found cuddling…

— She clicks on the notification and scrolls down to see the picture of her sleeping on your shoulder, she Walks to Enid’s bed and says

” I will make sure you never meet the day you wolf out “

lee seokmin + "marry me. right here. right now."

@bluehoodiewoozi has a prompt wheel. i told her i wanted to break the wheel

“marry me.” seokmin’s eyes are hopeful as they stare back at your wide ones.

“you’re insane, min.”

and you’re right. seokmin is insane for proposing to you now.

“c’mon. right here, right now. what do we have to lose?”

another meteor flies above your heads. you’re fairly certain the blast would’ve caused ringing in your ears, if your left eardrum hadn’t burst from an earlier explosion. you stumble into his arms from its impact as the giant space rock crashing into the next neighbourhood over. a protective hand pulls you flush against his chest, shielding your head against the sudden dusty winds.

you know you could always trust on seokmin to catch you.

still, his words ring clear in your mind. you push him away with what little strength you have left. your knuckles whiten along with the death grip you have on his shirt. “min, stop with the nonsense!”

for once, ever since the world’s end was announced, seokmin stops smiling. oh, you realise. he’s not joking. “…y/n, please.” he kneels down before you, offering up a ring as he clasps his hands in yours. it’s a flower ring, you note. you noticed he was twisting the poor flower earlier, but you didn’t know it was for this.

ferocious winds whip your hair back, the charred fabric of your shirt flapping in the wind. you try to urge seokmin to stand up, to run away from the oncoming blaze, but he’s still staring up at you with that stupid, dopey smile of his.

“seokmin, get up! we have to go!”

your words fly over him. “please? we can get wonwoo to officiate. hao and gyu can be our flower girls!”

he’s smiling widely at you, but there are tears pooling in his eyes.

“lee seokmin…” your free hand cups his chin. he nuzzles into it, eyes closed with content. your throat tightens up as you choke your next words out. “the world is falling apart.” you sniff. “we can’t–“

“we can! right here, right now…” he scrambles to his feet, this time both his hands enveloping yours. it’s a familiar comfort, how his thumbs rub over your knuckles. they’ve gotten rough with scratches, but your heart tugs at how gentle he’s treating you still. he slides the flower onto your ring finger, and you can’t help but choke back a sob.

he’s right: what more is there to lose? at the very least, you’ll be going out as lee seokmin’s wife; is that so bad? it’s a title you thought you would hold in at least a few more years.

you finally nod, tears falling freely down your face. from the corner of your eye, you spot wonwoo frantically waving at the both of you to run to safety… not that anywhere seemed safe enough anymore. you wear your own toothy grin, the very one seokmin falls in love everyday with, and you give his hands a tight squeeze.

“…okay. let’s get married.”

xu minghao + "i want to do this forever"

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“i want to do this forever.”

“you want to pick out fruit forever?”

your sudden proclamation stuns minghao, who’s halfway through investigating a mango. he stares at the fruit in his hand, then back at you, an eyebrow lifted in disbelief. you shake your head. casually tearing off a plastic bag, you pick up another mango for inspection before bagging it. 

“no, grocery shopping.”

“…so you want to be a grocery packer?” he’s still not getting it. you don’t blame him, to be honest; at this point, you’re just confusing him with words. he points to the offending bag of garlic in the cart behind you. 

“no offence, baobei. but earlier you confused garlic and shallots.”

“they looked the same!” you huff, smacking his arm. there it is– the pout he loves to tease out of you. “anyways, that’s not what i meant.”

“okay okay, i’m sorry!” minghao laughs, now moving to grab a pack of grapes. he grabs your favourite– the green crunchy kind, not the purple squishy ones. he gently places it into the cart you’re pushing, before moving over to the bakery section. “so, why do you say that?”

you watch him pick up a loaf of bread. “i want to go grocery shopping with you forever.”

he’s by your side again without missing a beat. “grocery shopping only, huh? that sounds awfully boring.” he grins. he knows what you mean, obviously, but refuses to pass up any opportunity to play with you. “forever is a long time. are you sure about it?”

you grin back at him. bumping shoulders, you playfully stick out your tongue at him. 

“yeah. you know how to pick all the good fruits.” 

minghao lets out a faux gasp. a dramatic cry, as he takes over pushing the cart. “is that all i’m good for?!” 

you purse your lips, pretending to think about it. then, you add: “you always remember to pick up my favourite snacks, too.” your eyes form little crescents as you smile cheekily at him. this time, he doesn’t resist the urge to bonk you on the head in retaliation. 

you giggle. whipping out your phone, you scroll through your notes app, checking through the day’s grocery list. junhui peeks over your shoulders, choosing to plant his lips on the crown of your head. you let out a satisfied hum as you pocket your phone again, leaning back into minghao’s chest to look up at him.

“we only need to get eggs, then we can go.” you start walking ahead towards the eggs, pulling on the front of the shopping cart. “do you need anything else, hao?”

he thinks about it for a bit before shaking his head, a gentle smile gracing his face. “i’m all good here.”

“great! let’s go!” 

you can’t buy rings at a supermarket, anyway.

xu minghao + "i want to do this forever"

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“i want to do this forever.”

“you want to pick out fruit forever?”

your sudden proclamation stuns minghao, who’s halfway through investigating a mango. he stares at the fruit in his hand, then back at you, an eyebrow lifted in disbelief. you shake your head. casually tearing off a plastic bag, you pick up another mango for inspection before bagging it. 

“no, grocery shopping.”

“…so you want to be a grocery packer?” he’s still not getting it. you don’t blame him, to be honest; at this point, you’re just confusing him with words. he points to the offending bag of garlic in the cart behind you. 

“no offence, baobei. but earlier you confused garlic and shallots.”

“they looked the same!” you huff, smacking his arm. there it is– the pout he loves to tease out of you. “anyways, that’s not what i meant.”

“okay okay, i’m sorry!” minghao laughs, now moving to grab a pack of grapes. he grabs your favourite– the green crunchy kind, not the purple squishy ones. he gently places it into the cart you’re pushing, before moving over to the bakery section. “so, why do you say that?”

you watch him pick up a loaf of bread. “i want to go grocery shopping with you forever.”

he’s by your side again without missing a beat. “grocery shopping only, huh? that sounds awfully boring.” he grins. he knows what you mean, obviously, but refuses to pass up any opportunity to play with you. “forever is a long time. are you sure about it?”

you grin back at him. bumping shoulders, you playfully stick out your tongue at him. 

“yeah. you know how to pick all the good fruits.” 

minghao lets out a faux gasp. a dramatic cry, as he takes over pushing the cart. “is that all i’m good for?!” 

you purse your lips, pretending to think about it. then, you add: “you always remember to pick up my favourite snacks, too.” your eyes form little crescents as you smile cheekily at him. this time, he doesn’t resist the urge to bonk you on the head in retaliation. 

you giggle. whipping out your phone, you scroll through your notes app, checking through the day’s grocery list. minghao peeks over your shoulders, choosing to plant his lips on the crown of your head. you let out a satisfied hum as you pocket your phone again, leaning back into minghao’s chest to look up at him.

“we only need to get eggs, then we can go.” you start walking ahead towards the eggs, pulling on the front of the shopping cart. “do you need anything else, hao?”

he thinks about it for a bit before shaking his head, a gentle smile gracing his face. “i’m all good here.”

“great! let’s go!” 

you can’t buy rings at a supermarket, anyway.

Silk & Fire - Chapter 1

Read more about the series and find updates here (;

pairing: namjoon x f.reader x jungkook

guest starring: jin, yoongi, hoseok

genre: romance | drama | smut +18 MDNI

summary: it's your best friend's engagement party and you agree to meet everyone at the venue. however, you end up running late and in danger. fortunately, someone's there to offer a helping hand... or hands.

status: in progress

warnings: mentions of anxiety

wc: 1.7k words

a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨

do not copy or translate

“Babe, you’ll look amazing no matter what you wear,” Namjoon puts his book down to look at you. “I love that dress on you,” he smiles, dimples showing. 

“You’ve said the same thing about the last six outfits I’ve tried on,” you laugh. 

“I am just being honest”. 

Namjoon leaves his comfy reading chair and walks over to your figure. You stand in front of the mirror and stand on your tippy toes mimicking how you would look in heels. Strong arms hug you from behind, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. Namjoon has been quite busy with work lately and in moments like this he wishes he could whisk you away and take you somewhere secluded, nice, romantic, where only the two of you existed. But alas, this wasn’t that day. 

In a couple of hours, you two would be at your best friend’s engagement party, who would have thought she would be the marrying kind after all? Everyone would be there, including the one friend you have never met in person. You are quite excited to meet him finally, he has been travelling around the world for the past year, and in your eight months of dating Namjoon, all the group of friends can talk about is how much they miss their group of 7. 

“You smell so good, you always do,” Namjoon whispers and plants a kiss on your soft skin. 

You run your fingers through his hair in an attempt to make time go still, but your eyes catch the clock by your nightstand and you jump. 

“Fuck, Joon! Look at the time. I have to go to the salon, the dry cleaners, go get my shoes…” 

Namjoon laughs at the way you rush around your shared house, he asked you to move in while you celebrated your 7th month together. The question came abruptly out of his mouth, but it felt right. He knew you were very special from the moment he laid eyes on you. Your looks are breathtaking for sure, but Namjoon felt an intense attraction to you because of your energy and intellect. You are sharp and smart, in a very different way than he is, and that makes him head over heels for you. 

“Alright, alright… Sure you don’t want me to pick you up and get there together?” 

“The salon is right across the venue, I’ll walk there once I’m done. Don’t worry, love,” you smile at him. 

You should have listened to your boyfriend. You should have. Honestly, at least if he were here, you would not feel this stress. It is 7:30 p.m., and you should already be at the venue calming your best friend’s nerves. You are the maid of honour after all. But things went south from the moment the dry cleaners didn’t have your dress ready and you were far behind with your hair. 

“Please just do whatever… the easiest thing. Anything! I really need to go,” you beg at the stylist, and even though she does try, your anxiety isn’t going anywhere. 

By the time you finish, it’s 8:02 p.m. Your bestie sends you text after text. 

Where the fuck are you? 

Are you close? 

Hello!???? 

I’m freaking out please, are you ok? 

You feel too guilty and anxious to give a full explanation so you just text her one sentence. 

I’ll be there in 5. 

You quickly make your way out of the salon and cross the street. The night is a bit cold and windy, your cheeks hurt a little from the cool air brushing against your face. You run in your heels praying you don’t twist your ankle. As you try to look for your lipstick in your clutch, you find yourself already a few steps away from the hotel door. The revolving door activates as you step in but it stops, leaving a small space open between the glass and the entrance. 

“Fuck!” you bang on the door to try and move it, but nothing happens. 

A muffled voice comes from the outside. You turn around to find a cheeky smile, lip piercing, and big doe eyes looking right into yours. 

“What?” your voice is louder than usual since you can’t hear him properly. 

His face now comes closer to the reduced space between the glass and the entrance. 

“You need to step back.” 

You try to move but it seems pointless and your anxiety peaks when it dawns on you that you may be trapped here for a long time. Your breath is heavy and your palms start to sweat. Hell, your vision is blurry. The man watches you lose it in a matter of seconds, and he would be damned if he didn’t do something about it. Somehow, his large frame squeezed through the little space left, catching you before you fell to your knees. 

“Darling, if you are going to get on your knees for me it better not be like this.” 

You try to focus your eyes on the man that helps you stand. Your face leaning against his crisp white shirt, makeup transferring a little bit onto it. 

“Are you okay?” 

And now you get a closer look. His long dark hair falls graciously on his forehead and temples, the rest of it framing his beautiful face. It is a mystery how he squeezed in with those broad shoulders and big arms. Those same arms holding you in place. 

“Breathe,” he gives you a warm smile.

So you breathe and try to pull yourself together, but his hands reach your waist and pull you against him. A gasp leaves your lips. 

“See?” he points at a tiny red dot near the door. “That’s a sensor, if you stand up too close you might get stuck. You just need to move a little bit–” and he pulls you even closer to him, his hips slightly gracing your body. “--back,” and that does the trick. 

Finally the door moves. Just as hotel employees are coming to your rescue. 

“It’s okay, I'm fine!” you yell running to the elevator. 

The man calmly walks after you and watches you desperately run. 

“Thank you!” you yell. 

Elegance. Poise. Charm. Love. 

You find yourself in a small but beautiful space where ivory and gold decorate the room and the chandeliers shimmered light delicately down to the guests. You spot your best friend and her fiancé across the room. Luckily your little meltdown didn’t completely ruin your hair, so you make your way in saying your polite ‘hellos’ and hoping she doesn’t kill you for being this late. 

“You look beautiful,” you hug her. 

“What the fuck happened?” you can see worry in her eyes. 

“The question is, what didn’t happen? Everything went wrong today, I’ll tell you later.” 

“She was about to call the police and put together a search party in order to find you.” 

You look at the man who your best friend decided to marry. Min Yoongi is no ordinary man. He is respectable, admirable, handsome, and the most important thing, he is husband material and perfect for Camille. He loves her dearly, erasing past traumas and filling her with acceptance and reassurance. You couldn’t be happier for them. 

“I was not going to call the police, Yoongi,” she rolls her eyes. 

“Yes she was,” he gives her the fondest of smiles and kisses her temple. His PDA is rare, but when it happens it is from the heart and that makes you long for the perfect man for you. 

“Where is he?” you say scanning the room, and then your eyes meet his. “Please excuse me for a minute…” 

Namjoon smiles as he sees you. Black shirt neatly tucked into his gray pants. His black hair parted to the side. He makes his way to you and you to him, meeting him in a tight embrace that seems to cure all your anxiety. 

“I’m glad you’re finally here,” he gives you a peck on the lips. “Missed you,” 

“And I missed you too!” even though you don’t see him you know it’s Hoseok behind you. You give him a tight hug. To be honest you missed hanging with Namjoon’s friends as well. They bring a certain spark to all gatherings that is hard to match. 

Namjoon gives you a quizzical look. 

“The dry cleaners didn’t have the dress ready on time, then my hair appointment was delayed an hour and a half, and on top of everything I got stuck in the stupid revolving doors,” 

“No way…” and the most boisterous laugh you’ve ever heard in your life comes from one of the most handsome faces you’ve seen in your life. 

“It did happen, Jin,” 

“If it was going to happen to someone it had to happen to you,” he sweetly kissed both of your cheeks. 

“Have you seen Jungkook yet?” Hoseok asks, elegantly holding a champagne flute. 

“Oh is he here yet?” you ask intrigued, excited even. 

“You know he likes a big entrance,” Jin adds. 

Namjoon then offers to get you a drink which you accept. You stay with Jin and Hoseok making casual conversation, but you spot your saviour in the small crowd. What is ‘revolving door guy’ doing here? You excuse yourself and make your way to him, saying hello to Camille’s family as you cross the room. His doe eyes open wide and his lips curve in a smile. 

“You are here,” he says. 

“Yes. Why are you here? Are you following me or something?” you whisper, confused. 

“Maybe I am,” he smirks and takes a sip of his neat whiskey. 

“I’m okay, no need to check on me,” you do your best to smile and reassure him you are doing just fine.  “Thank you, again.” 

“Okay… I won’t check on you, but I will check you out,” and there’s that cheeky smile again.

Shock. 

“Excuse me?” 

“There you are!” Namjoon hands you a glass of white wine and puts his hand around your waist. “Ah! I see you finally met each other.” 

Your eyes go from your man to ‘revolving door guy’ and back to your man. 

“Babe, this is Jeon Jungkook.”

Asdfghjkl best compliment ever 🫣🫣💗💗

I never recovered from Felix hard thoughts.

Oooh you need more hard thoughts on Felix??? Was that the message? Don’t worry. I got you, hun.

Wanna call me cute again? | Lee Felix | +18 ~ MDNI

a/n: I see Felix wanting to be seen as hot and sexy rather than just cute… thoughts have been thought— also… this is pure ✨fiction✨ enjoy! ;)

“You wanna call me cute again?” his low-pitched voice acting like an aphrodisiac itself as he is buried so deep in you there is no way to think in anything other than him.

Felix’s hand reaches your cheek to lightly tap it. Your eyes finally open to look into his.

His blonde hair sticks to his forehead as he mercilessly pounds into you.

“Mmm— f-f-uck… Felix,” you mutter under your breath as your tits bounce, him fucking you so good you feel you are going to break.

Tears already threatening to roll down your cheeks while his cock drills into you like his life depends on it. He needs you to know how fucked up he is for you. Pleasure coursing through your entire body, his thick length bringing you to the peak of your sexual rapture.

“Wanna call me cute, baby?” his thumb presses on your clit now, fast circles making your heart pound so fast you scream his name again and again.

“Felix… you— youu— so good, so hot, so fucking hot!”

He adoringly smiles at your fucked out state. Yes, he is hot and fucking sexy just for you. All that flirting with the other is to get your attention. Flashing his abs? He just wants you to lick him up and down like a lollipop. Felix could catch on fire, fuelled in desire for you.

“I— cuming…fuck!” your body trembles under him. Legs shaking as he continues fucking you, triggering his own orgasm which hits him like a truck. Eyes rolled back and a high pitched cry.

“Where did my cute Lixxie go?” you ask breathlessly.

Felix pulls you into a kiss.

masterlist

If brains are biological computers, why don’t we lag?

Outsiders headcanons nobody asked for

Random stuff:

- Darry has a bunch of parenting books hidden in his closet

- he also used to like ice skating??

- Steve once threw up on Daly's foot, and then had to buy him a new shoe

- STEVE AND SODA ARE DATING FIGHT ME

- speaking of which, Soda was the one who asked Steve out

- Steve cried

- Dally's favorite color is ocean blue

- Dally cannot swim

- Steve is so proud of his tattoo and will bring it up at least twice in almost every conversation

- Pony grows up to be a literary critic

- he's good at it tho, so it's fine

- Dally canonically hates kids

- Johnny pretty much stays in Soda's old room whenever he goes over to the Curtis'

- Darry is everyone's therapist

- the whole gang can do some form of skiing/snowbording (Darry can ski, Pony can kinda ski, Soda snowboards, Steve skis and snowboards, Johnny can do a little bit of both, Dally snowboards, and Two pretends he snowboards, but he skis)

- Dally's French

- SODA DID NOT GO TO VIETNAM

- Johnny and Pony are dating (Johnny's pan, and Pony's bi)

- Two-Bit has a million little cousins and still has to sit at the kids table during family gatherings

- Dally tried cocaine once, but didn't want to sell his life away to "some sparky addict dust" so he never did it again

- Pony took French as his language course

- Soda likes fuzzy socks

- so does everyone, honestly

Sad stuff:

- Darry recognizes his need for therapy, but can't do anything about it due to lack of funds

- Soda cried himself to sleep for three weeks in a row after Sandy broke up with him

- but nobody noticed, bc they were too focused on Darry and Pony

- (after that though he and Steve started dating, so it ended up working out)

- Dally has severe abandonment issues

- his mother had died when he was 9, and when he was 14, his father took his sister and left without a trace

- that's why he moved to Tulsa

- Steve's father makes fun of him for his teeth almost constantly, and Steve smiles with his mouth closed now.

- Two-Bit is chubby, and extremely insecure abt it.

- hates being in pictures, mirrors, taking showers, etc.

- Pony gets severe depression after Johnny dies

- it gets so bad Darry took him to an actual professional physiatrist

- Johnny burst into tears because when Darry offered him a permeate place to stay in Soda's old room.

Hello all! This is my first bit of writing I will be posting here! It is a little poem I wrote about love (apparently at 1:17 am haha) Here we go!

Look at the stars

Aren’t they beautiful

They remind me of you

Bright and sparkling

Beautiful and mysterious

Just like you

The stars are wonderful things

They make us long for adventure

They remind us that hope still exists

That there is good

Even when it seems like there isn’t any

Just like you

You are like the stars

You are radiant and powerful

You are bright and sparkling

You are mysterious and strong

And to that I am ever grateful

You make me very happy

You make me feel wonderful

If I had only but a fraction of your personality

I would be unstoppable

You can rule the world

For the stars carry messages to and fro

Messages of love, friendship, family

And many more

You remind me of the stars

Because I love you

As I get more and more into s-classes that I raised, I understand Yoohyun more. And its kinda sad.

He is the reincarnation of prominent fire. He isn't fully human. His parents felt there was some problem with him, so they left him alone, never cared for him. He was a subject of negligence. Others also avoided him. Yoojin was the only person who cared for him.

Yoohyun never understood human, their emotion and the complexity of it. He never understood society and how it works. And probably that's why he never understood the consequences of him leaving Yoojin and how badly it would hurt Yoojin and Yoojin's reputation, how badly people would treat Yoojin and how it'd slowly eat away Yoojin from inside.

That's why he never understood the complex feelings Yoojin would go through if he is to leave Yoojin.

Yoohyun probably knew Yoojin loved him enough to not stop hoping for his return(I think, because Yoohyun wanted to reunite with Yoojin once he had a strong position), but he did not know Yoojin loved him enough to endure all the mistreatment and still go to dungeon raid and all just to get his approval, just to be a brother that is not a burden.

And its sad. Its sad that he couldn't understand humans. That he was doing everything within what he could understand. That he didn't realize all of it will make Yoojin more and more sad.

As someone who had stuggles understanding emotions, society, interaction and human relationships, I know this struggle. And I find myself feeling sorry for a charcter I never thought I would(I used to dislike him) now I feel sympathy for him. And it made s-classes I raised all more sad for me :)

Okay so there's a lot of debate as to whether Manus is the Furtive Pygmy or not but recently I came to a Realization on the matter. Whether he was the Pygmy or wasn't, he was the Pygmy.

Dark Souls, especially the DLCs, is a story of identity. We see it with Lucatiel in II, we see it with Aldrich in III, we see it everywhere. Shit, we see it when you slay Manus and people think you were Artorias.

I promise there's a point here, stick with me pls.

Let's look for a second at the role of the Pygmy in Dark Souls. Someone forgotten by history, someone who was seen by Gwyn as such a threat they needed to be 1984'd because of the potential of their soul. As we all know, Gwyn's attempt to tamper with shit he didn't understand screwed over the entire universe, with undead curses and lethal slave knights popping up.

Now, what exactly happened to Manus, again? He was tampered with by the people of Oolacile who didn't understand, and it screwed over the universe.

In effect, the same overall outcome as the Pygmy's life.

Saddle Up!

A personal opinion post.

My positives:

The songs are all incredibly well mixed for their time, I didn’t ever feel like one instrument was competing with another for volume or that the vocals were too loud or too quiet.

I know that “a UnIqUe SoUnD” is a bit of a cop out but I genuinely mean it as a compliment. All the songs on Saddle Up! are individually unique and even if you don’t know the name of a song, you still know it’s different from the last song and the next one.

The vocal control displayed is absolutely insane. I don’t know who in particular sings majority of the time (sources credit everyone for vocals +) but he has one hell of a set of lungs in him. People will say “oh screaming and yelling is easy,” but there’s a very particular method and sound to the singing in Saddle Up! that I have to commend them for.

The instrumentals are pretty damn solid too, I always find myself able to take each instrument in at once without feeling too drawn to one sound or the other, which is a really difficult balance to achieve.

My negatives:

While the control behind vocals is impressive, the produced sound is not very good. I know noise/nonsense music is a real thing and that people enjoy it, but it’s really not for me. SKA (T) in particular is a good example of this issue for me, it is complete and utter nonsense and I feel less like I’m listening to a song and more like listening to someone have a horrific drug trip.

The out of place sounds and voices in certain songs are just that- out of place. It’s like they were trying incredibly hard to produce a recognizable sound and possibly even image and it resulted in doing whatever they thought possible to stand out. It most certainly works, but success does not equal quality.

Besides the actual sound of the vocals being nonsense, half the time I can’t even decipher what words are being said because of how they’re spoken. It’s important to note that at least most of the songs are in English, and while I give them a small leg up because that’s not their first language, I find it hard to justify just how incoherent the words are.

Hyper-specific complaint but why the fuck does the singer like, moan and shit during a few songs? Priest In Love is the best example, I feel like we didn’t need to hear whoever it is nut into the fucking mic.

CONCLUSION:

I did not like Saddle Up! In my honest opinion, it is such Dogshit that I feel confident in the imagination that listening to it is equal to that of getting a lobotomy. I don’t know for certain if First Arsch ever actually released anything else, but I want to say that is isn’t definitively bad.

Not to mention the simple fact that this is my individual opinion, and if you think different that’s fine. You are 100% allowed to enjoy what you enjoy and think and believe what you want to think and believe. I am only posting this because I thought some of you might find it a bit interesting.

Thank you for reading.

Hello! 💚

My name is Morbidica, and welcome to my blog :)

I made this blog to stem away from all my past blogs and to grow and explore myself, which isn’t something I let myself do, due to embarrassment. But I’m too old for embarrassment now. So here’s to a new era, where I have my own little bubble to grow and see what I’m supposed to be.

Other funfacts:

I am an adult

I am genderfluid (pronouns change without much rhythm, and unless specified on my posts, please use they/them, thank you)

I’m AuDHD

The things I’m always into is clowns, ninja turtles, horror, retrofuturism, muppets, strawberry shortcake, hello kitty. The list will change presumably as I go forward.

I have a special interest in memes. They’re encapsulated in my mind, and there’ll be a meme for about anything said to me. Sorry in advance.

You know what, I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to worry if I’m doing the “wrong thing” or spreading misinformation whenever I reblog a post about all this. I love nevermore so so much and it has been so much to me for so long. I don’t want to leave it because of some shitty people. I don’t care if anyone gets mad at me for this but I’m going to continue to post nevermore content and be apart of the fandom. I know that RnF have made a lot of mistakes and that their apology was anything but perfect but I’m going to try to give them the benefit of the doubt and hope that we as a fandom are able to heal from this.

I’m going to be leaving all of the nevermore related discord servers I’m in (not that I was very active in the first place) but the community on Tumblr holds a special place in my heart, and I want to remain apart of it.

Thank you for listening to my ramble, I hope you guys will respect my decision, I know it’s not that big of a deal but I’ve been pretty stressed about it so I figured I should put out some kind of public announcement.

-Cereal

This is just a quick little thing I whipped up with full inspiration from one of @nikkikavali's videos on tt :) (so sorry if the grammar is bad, I'm not the best with punctuation and grammar, this is 893 words long btw anyway enjoyyyy )

"I'm really bored right now, I want to do something"

Bakugo says looking over his shoulder to Midoriya while they're chilling in the dorms together.

"Bored huh?"

Izuku says slowly turning in his chair with a smirk on his face.

"Put your shoes on then",

"Deku no."

Bakugo says, but he's too late, Midoriya is already on the floor tying his laces ready to go. After a small struggle they both have their shoes on and two small bags packed rested on their shoulders, hand in hand Midoriya leads them both silently out of his dorm, politely shutting the door behind him Bakugo sighs.

"Where are you taking us...?"

he says with a displeased look on his face.

"you'll see"

Izuku says leading them quietly through the hall.

"Where do you two think you're going?"

says a gentle voice from behind them.

"shit"

Izuku mumbles turning around ready to be scolded once more by their teacher or even worse Iida, but as he turns, he sees the face of safety.

"Where are you two going without me? hmm?"

"Oh, thank god, Shoto you scared the living hell out of me"

Midoriya says letting his grasp loosen around Katsuki's hand, ah yes, the face of beauty.

"don't tell me you're coming too?"

Bakugo sighs shaking his head.

"Well how do you think you were going to get anywhere?"

Shoto says holding up the keys to his father's car.

"Oh yes sir"

Izuku says almost jumping with joy from the idea of riding around in this cool ass car. So, the deal was done Shoto could come with them, he's their driver after all, so the three set off together crouching around the corner trying to pass the kitchen.

"Aizawa sensei is there hold on"

the three pull together to a holt, Aizawa had been in the kitchen getting some tea as the boys were trying their at escape attempt, sighing the three watch their teacher turn his back and reach to the fridge 'NOW' shoots thru Izuku's brain as he rushes his friends through the living area, as they reach the door they crouch and watch as their teacher turns out the lights and strides into the dark, at last they can leave. Shoto uses his fire and lights his fingers as Bakugo reaches for the doorknob, as they sneak through the darkness.

"GO GO GO"

the three sprint to the car of Enji Todoroki, as they pile into the car and settle, Shoto starts up his father's car and slowly pulls out without a problem.

"So where are we headed exactly Midoriya?"

"The airport"

Izuku says grinning while looking over to Shoto.

"Oh, for god's sake what have I gotten into"

Bakugo grumbles as he adjusts in his seat. Soon through the drive whilst Midoriya and Shoto are talking to each other until suddenly, Katsuki pipes up from the backseat.

"Hey, I think someone is tailing us..."

Silence as the three try to see who it is that might be following them,

"THATS MY FATHER"

Shoto raises his voice turning around a couple times to confirm, at this point the three feel as if they're utterly done for, but nothing will break the spirit of Izuku and his sudden urges.

"Well hit the gas then"

Midoriya says almost smirking at his friend in the front seat, the three reckless boys are now trying their hardest to find s parking bay to run through the airport, finally an opening Shoto speeds the car through to the spot as the three boys get out and rush through security with no sign of Shoto's father in sight.

"I SHOULDVE JUST STAYED ON YOUR BED"

Bakugo shouts as Izuku drags him through the stairs to an elevator.

"what's your plan exactly Deku?"

Bakugo asks looking over to his reckless friend, but of course Midoriya doesn't have a plan, this was just a slight issue other than them getting followed by Enji of course.

"Like I said earlier kachaan, you'll...see...."

as the three carefully exit the elevator, looking around to make sure there's no one they know in sight, a feel of safety waves over them so they decide to take it slow and catch their breaths and walk, BIG MISTAKE.

"SHOTO GET BACK HERE"

comes a booming voice from behind them.

"SHIT SHIT SHIT RUN"

Izuku screams as the three run hand in hand with each other towards the gate.

"DEKU WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS??"

The three are a screaming running pile of mess as they quickly make it to the plane just as the door is being closed by an attendant, the three run onto the plane panting like they've just won a marathon.

"Oh my god are you boys okay??"

the attendant asks in a gentle but quivering voice.

"yes ma'am, we are alright, just didn't want to miss our flight"

"Oh my"

as the three adjust their stances and stand before the attendant she gasps.

"You're those three students from UA high school that are always under villain attacks right, my god you boys must be so exhausted"

as the three wander toward three free seats.

"How did we survive this"

Bakugo sighs as he sits down in between his friends, (spoiler alert they survived through anime logic)

"So Midoriya, where are we headed actually?"

"soooo.. about that... I don't actually know..."

"WHAT??".

Thank you so much for reading this, this is one of my first things I've posted on here and I'm so excited to see people reactions to this, and just some things before you scroll down, if this story isn't very well planned that is because I am going off a maybe minute long video so my sincerest apologies and if the video I'm basing this off does get a second part etc. I will be writing stories for those too. again apologies for any bad punctuation, grammar, spelling ect and all credits absolutely go to the amazing and gorgeous creator of the video that inspired me, ANYYWAYYYYYY THANK YOU FOR READING AND IF YOU ENJOYED THIS YOU SHOULD TOTALLY FOLLOW ME I WILL DEFINITELY BE MAKING MORE OF THESE, ANYWAY HAVE AND AWESOME DAY/NIGHT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS TWIST ON A VIDEO TYSM FOR READING LUV YA BYYEE <<<33