#i feel like i get the nicest asks after i post the stupidest stuff

[ghouljams]

Oh my good lord Ghoul- can i call ya Ghoul? Or is this like- fuller username only typa situation here??? i dunno how tumbler etiquette works i’m a lurker through and through. Never made an ask before in my life, honestly this isn’t even an ask this is just gonna be rambling about how insanely cool and talented you are so be prepared for the rest of this :>

Anyway you are so rad my dude. Like heavens above, holy shit, good gods, curse the stars, i fucking, (insert italics here cause i dunno how to put them on tumblr) adore- your blog. I thought it was just fae stuff at first; (Which btw as someone who’s never been into foalklore or even fucking fairytales i can’t believe you have me foaming at the mouth over your rambles about foalklore holy-)

BUT ITS LITERALLY EVERYTHING YOU WRITE. I have my notifications on for you pookie <3 Every time i see you post something i am positively delighted. Haven’t written anything for a soild year and a half and your silly little blurbs and rambles on here got me to write 3 fucking things. (Never thought i would be writing COD fanfic; of an AU nonetheless but damn)

Anyway i don’t wanna ramble too much here- (mostly cause i can feel my hands shaking any feel myself losing my nerve to send this; like i said i am a lurker in every sense of the word i simply cannot interact people are scary fr-)

I don’t know what the point of this was i just needed to give my praise- you are so cool. I love your narrative style and your characterization it’s just- *Chefs kiss* uhhhhh foaming at the mouth- screaming- rolling around- acquiring rabies- i think that’s all i wanted to say; (*cough cough* for now anyways-)

Also i don’t know how out of all these wonderful characters, the operators, the OC’s, the darlings, somehow my favorite ended up being Murphy. (Don’t ask me why i don’t fucking know. I really don’t.)

OKAY SORRY FOR THE LONG ASK (basically letter but eh-) BYEEEEE!!!

Have a good day, or night :D

Best wishes, - Lurk

*achievement unlocked Ghoul would now kill for you*

Thank you excuse me while I just read this over and over until I can recite it from memory. You can call me Ghoul!! And I am so glad that you sent in an ask! AHHH

Holy shit I am just blown away by all of your kind words and so glad I could inspire you to get into writing and just!!! Thank you 💜💜💜

#ghoul speaks #this is literally so nice i wanna print it out and tape it to my wall #i feel like i get the nicest asks after i post the stupidest stuff #im glad you like Murphy!!! love that old man #god im glad im taking a break this weekend but the restless energy of not writing is killing me #the guilt and the imposter syndrome were settinf in #this was much needed thank you

[inotanzen]

any headcanons for how inotanzen got together in a relationship? was it all at once or did two of them date before adding the third in? how’d they realize their feelings, etc? I’d love to hear your thoughts!

hey,, hey anon? i love u. it's like u read my mind. i legit had Just thought to myself that i wanted to talk about sweet, innocent getting together stuffs ;;

i was gonna ask modern or canon but i. don’t care rn i’m gonna do both cus i feel like it lol

tbh i’ve sort of already written this w my very first fic Home and looking back i don’t think it would go Too much diff in canon hm. LOL they’re all just such oblivious dumbasses focused on so many other things they wouldn’t really notice? until all of them were so far gone it’s painfully obvious to everyone but them? bc that’s canon in my mind. cough

and then post (non-heteronormative) canon they either have to part ways for longer than normal or one/two of them gets injured and the others go into a panic realizing they can’t live with out any of them and it’s all weepy and cute and they have to try ad figure out why it feels so much different than anyone else. i legit think it could be the same for any combo as well, like. they’re all equally as gone for each other. mutual confessions go about like,

tan: wait u guys have liked me this whole time? ino: obviously, gonpachirou! headbutts are meant for attracting mates. zen: i thought his question was the stupidest thing i’ve ever heard, but actually- that was. (good thing he’s a morosexual.)

and then it gets to be all awkward and adorable not knowing what’s changed between them, where do they go from here and by that i mean zen gets to be that way. and ino gets to be completely unbothered with just a slight increase in pda once he knows that more stuff is acceptable, while tan only wants everyone to be comfortable and happy :’) he just joins ino (however unconscious ino’s effort may be) in making sure zen knows everything is exactly the same as it’s always been, he can just like. ask for a kiss now if he wants or w/e LOL

in modern, things are both more simple and more complicated. less actual danger, but more emotional and societal worries. if we’re not going with gakuen or my modern au, i actually think it’s pretty likely tanzen don’t cross paths with ino until they’re already dating after suffering thru aforementioned “got so close everyone assumed they were dating already” and zen cried about his feelings while tan told him in the nicest way possible how dumb he was for thinking his feelings weren’t mutual. then ino causes them trouble in a similar manner to canon and zen gets to be mad he finds the annoying guy hot while tan says he’s “not that bad”

zen thinks he’ll eat his words when ino gets more vulgar and handsy with both of them to bug zen even more until he realizes tan doesn’t.. care lol bc he can tell ino is holding back (he’s seen how ruthless ino can actually be in sports/p.e., this is clearly not anything malicious) but he’s also kind of a meanie and can tell it flusters zen too, he thinks it’s cute :’)

once ino starts hanging out with them like he’d been there all along tan offers up the idea of asking him out bc he knows zen would never dream of it and can tell he’s relieved esp since they’re not really familiar with those sorts of relationships outside what they’ve heard of rumors about the schools art teacher. ino is.. ino xD and accepts like it was the most obvious thing in the world that they would like him, of course, and zen gets to once again curse his attraction to himbos.

#kny headcanons #demon slayer headcanons #inotanzen #inotan #inozen #tanzen #zentan #my hcs #anonymous #love me #this helped actually #ty ;w;

[keorami]

I guess some people liked my previous post about c!Dream's diary so I can post more? At the very worst I'll be screaming into the void which is not that bad honestly It's mostly Syndicate shenanigans featuring Dream. There's a lot of crack, some fluff and little angst, as I think we all need a break right now. Enjoy!

It's kind of long, so I'll put it under a Read More! How did I write this much...

While he feels comfortable enough to laugh around Techno, Dream is too scared to make... any noise really, around the rest of the Syndicate. So the only way he communicates is through a notepad.

He's allowed in the Syndicate meeting since currently they're trying to destroy the prison and he knows the most about it ("I already gave you the plans, Tech, do I really need to-" "Yes.") but he doesn't contribute that much. At most he'll add a detail that he remembered but otherwise it's like he's not even there.

And if you know how the Syndicate really is, you know that they don't stay serious for long. They're basically a more dangerous than average book club.

"Okay, we have a plan. Now we get to the fun part."

The fun part, as Dream would soon discover, is not actually enacting said plan, but actually a... tea party?

No seriously, Niki pulled out some freshly baked cookies, Phil apparently had some tea boiling (when???) and Techno and Ranboo were chatting about... something. He doesn't want to listen in and risk being seen as suspicious. He's on thin enough ice already.

So he just observes.

It's been a while seen he's seen people so... casually. Like friends. He's not Techno's friend. Is he?

It reminds him of what he wanted to achieve. 'One big, happy family'... Look how that turned out.

...He doesn't think now is the right time to throw himself a pity party. He brought this upon himself.

When he zones back in, Techno and Ranboo are now having a heated argument about something and he tries his best (and fails) not to flinch. Maybe the pity party is not such a bad idea anymore.

"Ranboo, I ask this in the nicest way possible, but what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Excuse you! I'm normal! You're the weird one!"

W-Would it be rude if he just... left? Maybe they wouldn't even notice?

"I'm the weird one for eating pasta properly?!"

"Everyone knows you're supposed to eat it with a straw!"

...Pasta. They were arguing about pasta. He should have expected this, the Syndicate seems to be passionate about the stupidest stuff, of course they'd have a debate over the right way to eat pasta. That calms him down... slightly. They're still too loud.

Then he replays what he just heard.

Who the fuck eats pasta with a straw?

Well, Ranboo apparently. He can't imagine- actually, maybe...

Oh Prime. The mental image should not be that funny. Ranboo slurping up spaghetti with a straw should not be that funny. Why is it so funny? What had his sense of humor become? Did he ever have one in the first place? He can't help the giggles that escape him.

It's only when everyone freezes and looks at him that he realised what he had just done.

Oh no.

Did he fuck up? Are they angry? Will he get kicked out?

"See? Even Dream finds it ridiculous!"

They... didn't even comment on it. Is that a good thing?

"Ranboo, I'm sorry but no one eats pasta like that."

"Not you too Niki!"

There's a warm cup of tea set in front of him. It has a nice, floral scent that instantly soothes his nerves.

"Here you go mate."

He looks up at Phil who gives him a warm smile in return. It's weird to see that kind of expression directed at him... but in a good way? He thinks?

Niki slides the cookie tray his way and, after a bit of hesitation, he takes one from the bunch. It smells really good... Niki had always liked baking, didn't she? Why is he remembering this now?

He nibbles on his cookie as he watches the argument go from pasta to Ranboo's... interesting... attempt at baking a cake. Which he brought with him, for some reason. Even Dream with his limited knowledge in cooking can tell that it won't taste good. Well, that, and Niki looks absolutely horrified.

"Ranboo! What is that?"

"...My cake?"

He hears Phil mumble an "Is it even a cake at this point...?" that he can't help but agree with. How much frosting did he put on that thing...?

"Oh come on guys, at least try it!"

Niki's face makes it abundantly clear that she won't even touch the thing, Phil is all of a sudden too busy drinking his tea at the slowest pace possible to avoid answering, and Techno...

"No offence, but I'd rather give up potatoes for a month."

Ouch.

And that left him. To be honest, he doesn't want to eat it either, but... they're already doing so much for him, letting him live in the arctic after breaking him out, and they have been the only people treating him decently in a while. He can't say no.

So he meekly raises his hand, and prepares for the worst.

"...Thanks Dream!"

Dream can't tell if Ranboo is happy about someone willing to try his "cake", or getting to kill Dream with it. Well, there can't be a death worse than bleeding out all alone in an obsidian cell right?

Ranboo cuts a piece... which immediately falls over under the weight of the frosting. Dream can tell he's not about to have a good time. Phil and Niki look at him in sympathy.

He picks up the spoon of frosting cake and is about to put it in his mouth when a hand slaps it away. He jumps.

"Sorry." Comes the surprisingly genuine apology from Technoblade. "But I'm not letting you die like this after all the trouble we went through to get you out."

He was joking about the "better way to die" part, you know? Now he's getting genuinely worried.

'It's fine, really, it's just a cake.'

"Dream, I appreciate your sense of senseless sacrifice but this "cake" is just an abomination."

"Hey!"

...At least it can't be worse than poisonous potatoes? He barely remembers what frosting tastes like but it's probably true.

"Dude- okay you know what, give that to me."

He can't, because Techno snatches it away from him anyway. Rude...

"If I eat this and die I'm haunting you Ranboo."

"Wouldn't you still have two canon lives left at worst?"

'I thought Technoblade never dies?'

"I gotta be dramatic, don't ruin the moment."

Dream lets out a quiet snort, and he hopes nobody caught that. If Techno wants to eat the cake in his stead, he can't really stop him.

Dream watches as Techno's face morphs into one of disgust as soon as he puts the spoon in his mouth, and can't stop himself from erupting in his famous tea kettle wheeze. The others laugh with him, and even if the laughter makes his whole body shake and hurts his ribs, he's never felt more at peace.

#dreblr #this started out as a concept and ended up as a one-shot: my autobiography #i took several days to write this yet i still found a way to rush it #i know it's not that great but at least it's done #no beta we die like tommy in prison #i simply refuse to reread this again #everyone is so ooc it hurts #the ending is rushed bc i was getting impatient #this is why i don't write fics #also ranboo totally knew his cake was an abomination but he still wanted techno to eat it

[rafecameron]

super spies - r.c

Summary: In which reader follows her boyfriend to try and catch him cheating and Rafe tags along

Word count: 2.3K

A/N: This kinda sucks but im posting it anyways

*GIF is mine*

You were almost one hundred percent sure your boyfriend was cheating on you. You thought it, your friends thought it, but you needed some hard evidence before you broke up with his sorry ass. You didn’t want to throw a two year relationship down the drain over a misunderstanding, though the niggling in your stomach should be proof enough that you were right.

You text him asking him his plans for the day and he replies saying he’s staying home as he’s not feeling well. You already know this is a lie as you’re sat in your car staring at his car from across the road, you were parked close to the town centre. You supposed he really could be ill and he had stopped off to get some medicine, but you highly doubted it.

Getting out of your car you stuff your phone into your bag and head towards the shops, not sure where you would find him but determined to do so. You checked multiple shops, no sign of him in any of them. You sigh audibly to yourself, almost ready to give up before you catch a glimpse of him from across the road. You quickly duck into an alley way, poking your head round to watch where he was going, you saw him disappear into the cafe across the street.

Checking the coast was clear you bolt across the street, sneaking up to the cafe and poking your head round the corner of it to peek through the window, it’s busy inside but you can see him at the counter ordering. He didn’t look very ill to you. You glare through the window at him, watching him smile and chat to the girls behind the counter as he waits for his order, you could feel yourself getting more annoyed by the second. 

You were so engrossed on watching your boyfriends actions that you didn’t notice someone coming up behind you, their head practically touching yours before the finally spoke into your ear, “What are you doing?”

You sucked in a breath of air out of shock and spun round, glaring at the amused person behind you, “What the hell is your problem?” You yell at him, hand over your pounding heart, you quickly look back into the cafe hoping that your yelling hadn’t given away your position. Luckily your boyfriend didn’t seem to have noticed.

“Why are you sneaking around? You’re acting really weird.” Rafe laughs, hands in his shorts pockets as he waits for an answer.

You sigh running a hand through your hair, you quickly grab his arm and pull him out of view of the cafe window, “I’m watching my boyfriend.” You admit, not really sure why you were telling him the truth. Sure, you’d known him your whole life, he was your best friends brother after all, but that didn’t mean you should tell him about your cheating ass of a boyfriend.

Rafe raises an eyebrow at your confession, “That’s a bit stalkerish, don’t you think?” He asks, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“I guess,” You shrug, “But I need to see where he’s going.”

“Why?” Rafe asks, but you don’t have time to answer him as the cafe door swings open and your boyfriend appears, walking in the opposite direction with two coffee cups in his hands.

“Be quiet.” You warn the boy beside you as you head off in the direction your boyfriend was going, you could feel Rafe following behind, you hadn’t actually expected him to tag along.

“What are we? Super spies now?” Rafe laughs behind you but you just slap at his arm and shush him in annoyance.

You follow him into a small park on the outskirts of the town, keeping close to the tree line in hopes that he wouldn’t notice you and Rafe tailing him. You quickly put a hand out to stop Rafe walking as your boyfriend comes to a stop next to a bench, handing one of the drinks to a pretty blonde girl who was sat there. She stands up as he speaks to her pulling him into a hug. His free hand goes to her waist and he leans down and kisses her quick on the lips. 

Your jaw clenches in anger, gripping onto the strap of your bag harshly as you shoot daggers at the pair by the bench, “I knew it.” You said through clenched teeth.

“What a fucking asshole,” Rafe fumes from behind you, “You want me to go beat the shit out of him? Cause I will.”

You glare at them for a moment longer before turning to Rafe, eyes wet mostly from anger and frustration than from hurt, you shake your head. “He really isn’t worth it.” You reply, wiping a tear off of your cheek as you begin to head out of the park.

“You’re not even gonna confront him?” Rafe asks running up behind you, his hand rests lightly on your shoulder and you don’t have the energy to shrug it off.

“No, I’m not. Let him be happy with her, I’m over it.” You huff out, the tears on your face telling a completely different story.

“You don’t look over it.” Rafe comments, falling into step beside you.

“And what would you know about it?” You snap at him, finally pushing his hand off your shoulder.

“I know that there’s a pretty girl in tears beside me because of some absolute tool.” He states, putting his hand back on your shoulder but this time stopping you from walking, “You were right when you said he’s not worth it. He was never good enough for you.”

You scoff and shrug his hand off again, “You don’t have to be nice to me, Rafe. You don’t even know me, you’re talking shit.”

“I don’t know you?” Rafe raises his eyebrows at your statement, “I’ve known you my whole life, Y/N. I know that you spend Saturdays in Sarah’s room eating ice cream and watching shitty girls movies. I know that you broke your arm when you were seven falling off the swing in your garden. I know that when you’re sad and hurt you get angry like you are now. I also know that you’re one of the nicest people on this stupid island and you don’t deserve that asshole hurting you like this.”

You blink up at him, fresh tears falling from your reddening eyes, shocked that he paid any attention to you at all, “Rafe, I-“

“You don’t have to say anything. I get it, I’m your friends asshole older brother and you hate me, but I don’t want to see you like this.” Rafe sighs out.

You take a second to process his words before replying, “I don’t hate you, Rafe. I could never hate you.”

“Yeah? Well then why don't you let me try to cheer you up?” He suggests, smiling now which only served to pull a smile onto your own lips.

“Okay.” You nod, wiping your face free of the last of your tears and following Rafe out of the park which was now your least favourite place on the island.

“So what are we doing?” You ask him after walking in silence the whole way back to the town centre.

“I’m cheering you up.” Rafe states again, “Wait here.” Rafe pulls you to a halt and sits you down on a bus stop bench before disappearing.

You knew you should probably call Sarah and tell her exactly what’s happened, let her come and pick you up and comfort you, but for some reason you were a little excited to be spending the day with Rafe. It was probably best you didn’t tell Sarah about that part. Before long Rafe returned, handing you a cone of ice cream which caused your face to light up.

You took it from him, licking at the cold scoop on top, “This is my favourite flavour.” You state as you begin walking beside him.

“I know.” Rafe states matter of factly.

You eat your ice creams in silence as Rafe leads you to his truck, by the time you climbed into the passenger seat you had finished eating and were curious as to what you were doing next.

“So, what are we doing?” You ask, buckling yourself in and watching Rafe excitedly.

Rafe shrugs, “There’s a couple things we can do. Or I could show you somewhere, if you want?”

You furrow your brows slightly, “Show me somewhere?” You asks and Rafe just nods his head in reply, “Okay, show me.” You smile and nod.

You were expecting the drive to feel awkward, you’d never really been alone with Rafe for more than a few minutes and you were worried you wouldn’t have anything to talk about, but you were worrying for no reason. The Rafe with you today was a side of Rafe that you didn’t see very often. He was friendly and open and extremely funny. He had you in stitches in the passenger seat, making comments about the stupidest things just to hear you laughing.

You were almost upset when the truck came to a stop and it was time to get out, “I could drive round with you all day.” You admit, a slight blush on your cheeks at you confession.

“Well we can do that next then.” Rafe smiles as he climbs out of his truck.

The devastation from early this morning was completely gone from your mind as you followed Rafe, the area he had brought you to looked a little run down, somewhere between figure eight and the cut, not somewhere you expected Rafe Cameron would hang out. 

He reaches out and grabs your hand, “Watch where you’re stepping.” He warns you as he leads you off the path and into a wooded area, still gripping tightly onto your hand.

“Is this where you murder me and bury my body?” You ask playfully, eyes on the ground as you follow his steps so as not to fall over the many branches scattered across the floor.

“Am I that easy to read?” Rafe asks with a chuckle.

When Rafe’s feet stop walking in front of you you look up, peeking round from behind him, “Is this-wow.” You cut yourself off, fully stepping out from behind him, “This place is beautiful.” You comment, stepping in front of him to get a better look.

He’d brought you to the tiniest cove you had ever seen, the sand stretching no more than fifteen feet either way, rocks lining the edge of the sand and trees bunching together behind you. The ocean looked bluer her, like that pale blue water you imagine in exotic places and it lapped gently at the sand.

“How did you find this place?” You asked, finally turning away from the view to look at the boy behind you.

Rafe shrugs, “Needed to get away one day, somehow found this place. I come here whenever I need to be alone.” He admits.

“Thank you, for bringing me.” You smile, “I promise I wont keep turning up and ruining your peace.” You laugh gently.

“I wouldn’t mind.” Rafe admits, he moves to sit down in the sand and you follow suit, sitting beside him and looking out across the water.

“It’s so peaceful here, I can see why you come.” You mumble out, fingers burying themselves in the sand.

You spent the whole day in that cove with Rafe, laughing, messing around, having heart to hearts. You never imagined Rafe would have such a soft side to him, you were sure he would never want anyone else to find out.

“Are you cold?” Rafe asks, reaching over and wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side, you smile up at him appreciatively before looking back out across the ocean at the sun set, pink and orange glowing across the glittering water.

“Would you call me crazy if I said considering I caught my boyfriend cheating on me this morning I’ve had the best day ever?” You laugh softly at how stupid that sounded.

Rafe shrugged lightly, “I wouldn’t call you crazy. I’d just say you’ve learnt he was an ass who isn’t worth shit and moved on pretty quickly, it’s admirable.”

You look over at the boy sat next to you, “You think I’m admirable?” You ask.

Rafe’s eyes meet yours, the sunset casting an orange glow across his skin, “I think you’re incredibly strong, I always have.” Rafe admits.

You smile softly and don’t stop yourself when you feel yourself leaning forward, you rest a hand against his chest as your lips meet his. The kiss was soft and gently and didn’t last nearly as long as you would have liked it.

“I’m sorry-“ You start.

“Don’t me.” Rafe cuts you off, his hand coming up to the side of your face and pulling your lips against his again, this time with kiss was longer, his lips pressed against yours with more pressure. Before you knew it you were laid back against the sand, Rafe’s body hovering over yours as you got lost in the feeling of your lips together.

That’s how you spent the rest of the night, laying in the sand, pressing kisses against each others lips, noses, foreheads, cheeks. Lost in the feeling of each other and not caring about anything else, not needing anything more.

From that day onwards that became your spot. It’s where you held most of your dates, having picnics and drinks by the sea, it’s the first place you slept with Rafe and the first place you shared I love you’s and you couldn’t be more thankful to your ex for giving you the opportunity to let Rafe into your heart.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron #rafe cameron fic #outer banks #outer banks x reader #outer banks imagine #outer banks fic #obx x reader #obx #obx fic #my writing

[excelsi-or]

28/07/25 - break up (woozi)

w.c. 1.4k (teeny bit of angst, BUT MOSTLY FLUFF)

A/N: This is another one of my faves. :) Enjoy~~

July 27, 2025

July 28, 2025

“I should break up with her,” Jihoon says, tipping back in his seat.

“That is the stupidest thing you’ve said,” Hansol snorts. “Do you also not even realize who you’re talking to?”

“The only other option is marrying her. That’s where we are right now.” He stares at the reusable to-go mug that has his caffeine fix. The drink in the mug is done to perfection, exactly how he likes it. In that it’s a cola that she had poured in this cup she had bought him. “She pours me Coke in a reusable mug before she goes to work.”

Hansol shrugs. “And that’s a bad thing? She knows what you like.”

“She knows me so well.” Jihoon spins in the chair and stares at the screen, his notebook of lyrics open in front of him as well as his laptop that houses more lyrics. “And yesterday we talked about some old songs I’d written that I can’t finish.”

“She’s your muse.” Hansol twists in his seat. “Seungkwan’s been saying it for years.”

“Yeah, so much so that I can’t write a good song without her around,” Jihoon agrees. “Except for these ones.”

“Why are you trying to finish them then?” Jihoon looks over at him with a flat look and Hansol tips his head slightly. “Right. Well, why don’t you just tell hyung that you can’t finish them?”

“He’s already heard them.” He rubs his eyes. “He knows they’re partly done.”

“So? If you present him with other stuff, then he can work with that.”

Jihoon sighs and turns back to the computer screen that has been taunting him since he got to work. “I love her, but sad songs are my thing. If I can’t write a sad song when I’m with her, then what?”

“When did you decide that?”

“What?”

Hansol snorts as he slouches further into his seat. “That sad songs are your thing? They don’t have to be your thing.”

“But they were.”

“Have you heard your newest songs? They’re not sad.”

Jihoon sighs again.

Hansol, realizing full well that this conversation has reached a moot point, decides maybe he can try being helpful. “If you guys were going to break up, hypothetically, what would you expect her to say? And what would you say back?”

Jihoon hums. He turns to Hansol, his eyes on the reusable cup. “I’d expect her to let me down easy.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

Hansol rolls his eyes. He’s read through the lyrics already on the screen. He can tell they were post-break up emotions. “What about if she wasn’t nice about?”

Jihoon leans back in his seat, tilts his head back so that he’s staring at the ceiling. “She’d tell me that I’m shit at communicating, that my long hours and lack of communication make it hard on her. She’d tell me that it wasn’t worth waiting around for me anymore.” Jihoon blinks back a few tears that he hadn’t realized had cropped up.

“And you’d respond with?”

“That this is what I love to do.”

“And she’d ask if you love music more than her,” Hansol assumes. “To which you’d say…?”

“That she’s wrong. That I did, but now I don’t.”

Jihoon returns home later that evening with his backpack over his shoulder. He’d struggled through three songs and decided to just give up and go home. When he hears the sound of her humming in the kitchen, a smile blooms on his face. Having been thinking about her all day, he goes straight for her. She looks up at him with a confused smile, probably at his already present smile.

She laughs, baffled at his intense affection, when he tackles her in a bear hug. “What’s going on?”

Jihoon leans forward, nearly toppling her sideways, to kiss the side of her neck. He nuzzles his face there. “Just…”

She doesn’t move, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

“You know those songs I couldn’t finish?” He straightens up, arms still around her waist.

She continues to make herself a sandwich. “I do.”

“I need you to help me with something.”

“Sure.”

“What would you say to me if we were going to break up?”

“Huh?”

Jihoon waits for her to turn her head. The way she stares up at him makes him slightly uncomfortable, a small downturn of her brows and pout on her face at his question. He stops himself from rubbing his thumb back and forth against the skin underneath her shirt, right above her sweatpants. He has no recollection of lifting her shirt at all or putting his hands there. He hadn’t noticed he was even touching her skin.

“If we were going to break up,” he repeats, “what would you say?”

“To you?” The frown is definitely there now. “How does this help you?” She puts down the knife she was using to spread butter on her toast. She rests a hip against the counter, sliding just out of his grasp.

“Boss wants those songs done. The songs were break up songs. I’m stuck for feeling and lyrics. I just need an idea.”

“So you want me to… pretend break up with you?”

Jihoon tips his head both ways. “Yes.”

“Hmm, okay.” She turns back to her sandwich.

“Well?”

“Let me think about it first,” she snorts.

Jihoon nods and pecks her shoulder. Then he heads to the bedroom. He takes a quick shower. 

With a towel in hand drying his hair, and the other holding his phone, he reads through his text messages. When he steps out into the living room, he notices the lonely atmosphere.

“Jagi?”

Jagi x (17:47)

Took my stuff. Had to leave.

I love you Ji, but it’s hard to be in a relationship on my own.

Maybe we need to grow as people before we get back together. 

Or maybe we don’t. 

I just think that maybe we’re different people now.

Be happy, Jihoonie.

She doesn’t answer when he calls. Jihoon stares at his phone confused.

“Jagi, if this is a game, it’s not funny anymore.” Jihoon looks around, waiting for her to pop up giggling. Jihoon takes a seat on the couch and stares at his phone. He runs through the conversation before he’d showered. They’d discussed a ‘pretend break up’. Right…?

Jihoon stares at her message thread. He waits for the bubbles to appear of her messaging him again.

When the lack of communication becomes unbearable, he calls a second time.

“Did it work?” He can hear her chewing.

“Work?”

“Yeah, you got the feeling, right? Can you open the door please? I forgot my key on the table.”

Jihoon gets up with the phone still to his ear and opens the front door. She’s standing there eating her sandwich in one hand and smiles at him. When she gauges his expression, her smile falls.

“Jihoon.”

He hangs up the phone.

“You’re the one who told me to do it!” She reaches for him and hugs him, her cheek against his chest. “You didn’t think I’d actually leave, did you? You said to say what I would say to you if we broke up.”

“To my face!” he protests, hugging her tighter. He swings the door closed behind her.

“You didn’t specify! Also, I couldn’t break up with you face-to-face. Not again.” She pulls away and stares at him. The sandwich comes between them as she takes a bite. “If we were going to break up again, it would be because you forgot me in your music.”

“No, no, no.” Jihoon shakes his head. He’s acutely aware of his hands against her skin again. “I love you more than my music.”

This stuns her enough for her to stop chewing. Her eyes widen slightly. Jihoon can’t help but smile a bit.

“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, my love,” she chuckles.

Jihoon kisses her forehead. “Shut up.”

“Seriously.” She looks up at him and then offers a bite of the sandwich. “I didn’t know.”

“I don’t show or tell you enough then.”

“What?”

“That I love you, dumbass.”

She smirks. “I just wanted to hear you say it again.” She watches him chew for a moment. “Are you able to finish those songs?”

Jihoon nods. “Enough about those songs. Can we just…?” He gently pushes the sandwich from between them and leans forward to kiss her.

“After this sandwich,” she mumbles between kisses.

A/N: FINAL PART THIS FRIDAAAAAY~~ YAY :D

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#woozi imagines #woozi scenarios #woozi #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen #svt #tabilrn #lee jihoon scenarios

[dannydouni]

I got tagged by @faceless-dude for smth. And like. All I want to say is that you so much. Cuz I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for months and I didn’t know when would be a good time to post it. Or like update it or like just when I should do anything with it. So yeah. Thank you so much for helping me get the chance to post this :)))

“I’ve had this in my drafts for some time now probably since the Canadian thanksgiving and like only touched on it a few times, and well I never got to post it cuz I got well uuuhhh... shy I guess and at that time a lot of things were going down and stuff. And because of that I just felt like it had no meaning whatsoever anymore. So I thought I’d edit it a bit so it fits better and so I can finally post it and stuff.... sometimes it’s nice to get something out there after having it written down for so long. And well what better time to post it than now XD on New Years!. Anyways here it goes”

Hey guys, friends especially, ITS A NEW YEAR!!!!!! I just wanted to pop in and say that...well...thank you. And while I don’t really mean this directly to anyone so far (details for ppl that I know on this app will be written later on in this post). I know it’s usually super cheesy and just cringe and stuff but I honestly couldn’t care less about that stuff when it comes to the people close to me and to the people I love and care about. So I would like to take this opportunity to thank y’all. First and foremost. What the actual fuck guys. Why lmao. Out of everyone in this world you bunch picked the weirdest, ugliest and just straight up stupidest dude out there to be friends with XD, y’all do know there was much better than this out there right XD. I legit have no competition since I’m just so bad LOL. But still, for some reason, with all the shit I just listed y’all still decided it was a good idea to be friends with me. Y’all still decided it would be a great idea to stick with me up until now. Y’all still decided that I could belong with other people that I could fit it with you guys. That I could.... have genuine, real and just straight up amazing friends. I have absolutely no fucking clue how this turn of events happened. But I can say this with full certainty. You guys have changed my life. You guys are probably the main reason I’m still kicking around to this day lol. You guys are the reason I keep going and keep living and just keep enjoying the tiny gifts that life has to offer sometimes instead of pain XD. I still don’t and probably will never understand why or how god or life decided to be nice to me the few times I met one of you but I’m honestly so eternally grateful that I just... I have no words almost.... I just don’t know what to say sometimes. It’s honestly so out of this world how amazing and nice some of you are even tho I’m like the complete trash of this world XD. In all honesty.... without you guys I’d probably not even be here lmao... I’d probably would’ve just went on with my life with nothing to wish or hope for other than for the next day to pass even quicker than the last.... or just for days to just over as soon as they start... I won’t say more cuz that’s shit is personal and I’m not about to write that in public 😎. But like I know for sure that without you guys. I would not be here right now. So thank you. Thank you for everything. Thank you for all the memories you’ve given me, the countless nights you’ve made me die of laughter, The countless times you’ve made me choke and almost die from how funny something would be, the countless times you’ve made me think “damn I don’t ever want to wake up from this dream if this is not real”. Just thank you, for talking to me, for letting me vent, for letting me be there for you when you were there for me, for being my rock to lean on, for helping me go through the toughest of times like if it was a normal day. Thank you guys so much for treating me like an equal, for being friends with me, for playing with me, for inspiring me, for teaching me new things and helping me with anything I could ever ask for. Thank you guys so much, and while words will never be able to fully explain what I fully mean or what I fully feel. But I hope that this at least will give you an idea of how greatfull I am for you guys... i hope this will show you how thankful I am for you guys. I love you guys so much that the word love just can’t even express how much you guys truly mean to me. You guys have changed my life for the better and even tho I will probably never be able to repay that I’m hoping that I can do something to at least return how much y’all have done for me. And even tho a lot of the people I mean by this message are not on Tumblr I have a few that are and it is for that reason that I will thank you and write something for you guys here too. So here is the part for the specific people.

@frogb, Genny :)

Genny :D

GENNYYYYY >:D

Good God..... how are you even real XD well to start off, a quick intro :).... probably my only irl friend that is actually active on this app and of course MY BEST FRIEND FOREVER IN THE WORLD AND THE #1 PERSON IN MY LIFE >:), I want to take this opportunity to just thank you again (I know I’ve said a a bunch of times and you probably hate me for saying it a lot XD, that along with sorry :(((( I can’t really control that Lmao but I’m getting better at it right :D). You....you’re my best friend :)... you have changed my life for the better way too many times cuz. I’ve honestly lost count dude. I’ve lost count. I just want you to know that even tho I said that the first thing I wrote on this post was meant for a bunch of people. I was really mainly thinking about you when I wrote it. Ever since you’ve been part of my life. You have made sure to change it completely. And only for the good and for the better. I don’t think you have a genuine idea of how much you’ve changed my life and how much you’ve made me happy :)... thank you Genny thank you so much for being the best thing to ever happen to me. Genny you truly are the best most amazing, kindest, nicest, loveliest, most wonderful, most talented person I’ve ever met. Look I won’t write my full thing here since...well I’ll say the rest to you directly. But well .. Genny... I love you... I love you so fucking much alright :D thank you for being the highlight of my life. Thank you for being you Genny and thank you for being here for me and just being my best friend in the world :)

@ritsu-in-a-maid-dress , heyyy duuuudee buddy chum buddy pal XD (don’t ask lmao), I know we like met only a few weeks ago actually idk maybe at the point when I actually decide to post this it’ll be months or like a year 😳 (and if it is HOLY SHIT WTF I HOPE I ACTUALLY TOLD YOU SOMETHING IN THAT TIME CUZ DAMN) and well so far, you have been nothing but an amazing, way too nice, handsome friend that has somehow probably one of the sweetest hearts out there. You’re actually so fucking funny and have made my day much better sometimes just from the very few talked we’ve had lmao (correction now it’s actually been quite a few 😳and honestly they’re getting to much better and funnier so thank you so much for making me laugh :D (oh and I will never forget that one call we had for 3 FUCKING HOURS DUDE!!!! THAT WAS AWSOME!!!) ) and while at first I was very shy to even talk to you. I’m happy that I can comfortably say hi without any regrets or anything lmao. I will tell you something I’m very thankful for in dm too cuz it’s kinda private :) so yeah.... thank you so much for being you and being my friend :D

@quellfy yoooooo duuuudde I don’t think we’ve ever really interacted on here but I’ve talked to you on the server and well I can know from there that. You’re just such an amazing and kind person. And that every time we talk I have a great time :)) I don’t know a lot about you but I do know that you’re an amazing artist who has amazing art (yes even when it’s not sad “pointing at alluka in snow drawing” amazing) and that you’re such a kind and I nice human being who’s been just super nice and good to me :)) so thank you. For being my friend and for being such an amazing human being :D

@faceless-dude yooooo I don’t think we’ve properly talked before but like :))) I really think you’re an amazing person and just super talented. Your art is something I’ve never seen before and I really really think it’s unique and just amazing. Thank you for your wonderful wishes. And yeah dw. I plan on keeping that promise >:) Gen will get her booties kicked just like you asked XD

@kur-upira we probably only interacted a few times. But in those few times. I could tell what kind of person you are and how much of an amazing person you are :D. I can tell you that just from those few times. I was able to see how much of a beautiful, talented (yes holy shit. I cannot stress this enough. I love your artstyle and good god it’s so good everything from the actual drawings to the shading to the colouring. It’s amazing dude. I really mean that. It’s one of the most unique and most beautiful artstyles I’ve ever seen), friendly and just amazing human being you are :))) thank you for those few interaction (which probably took me whole days to respond to because of anxiety and bs XD sorry about that lmao) and yeah. I would absolutely love to get to know you better and to interact more with each other :D

@starrynarwhale, I know we like pretty much only interacted like twice with each other but from those few times. I knew that you were a wonderful person :) not just an amazing person. But a very talented one too :D (your art is amazing dude. It’s really great. Not only that but like. Can I just say that. Your frog gon fridays are godly dude. They’re always so fucking cool and wholesome 🥺🥺I love them so much. Amazing) you seem like a very kind and amazing person so yeah :)) I’d love to get to know you better :D

@catboyyouko yooooo. I know we probably have only interacted once but let me tell you dude. You’re a wonderful, amazing, nice, kind and extremely talented human being. (Dude you don’t understand. Your art is fucking amazing. Not only that but your comics are so goddamn great too. Not just in an art way but in a story way too. It’s just always so amazing) oh and also like... I see that you vent a lot and stuff and just wanted to let you know that if you ever needed someone to talk to or vent to. I’m here for you. I feel like you’re such an amazing person and I would love to get to know you better :) so yeah. If you ever need anyone to talk to. I’m here alright :)

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE. I LOVE YOU ALL SO FUCKING MUCH

And if I didn’t @ you I promise It’s just cuz I’m too scared to bother you and @ Ing this many ppl has already made my anxiety skyrocket.

#sorry for @ing so many of you #I love you all so much #and I hope to get to know all of you better if I don’t already :) #thank you all for being part of my life #and for making my life so great

[jewelphan]

Home Is Where The Heart Is

A/N: This was based on a prompt I got sent but It’s really long so I’m not gonna actually post it, but you should get the basic premise of it from the summary

Word Count: 1.9k 

Warnings: attempted rape, bullying 

Summary: Phil is the nicest kid in school, but even the nicest people have difficult pasts. Phil’s past just happened to cause him to become very sensitive and scared of people touching him. The only person that he’ll let touch him is his boyfriend, Dan. If anyone else were to lay a hand on Phil, he wouldn’t take it well. So what happens when someone does? (very light pastel!Phil and football!player!dan)

Phil sighed as he adjusted the flower crown that lay atop his head. He wasn't having the best of days. Phil’s most frequent bully, Charlie, was pestering him more than usual. Not to mention that it was pouring rain outside, which would be fine if it weren't for the fact that he had to walk over a mile just to get to school. Phil was just happy it was Friday because he wasn't sure how much more he could take of this shitty day. Plus, he got to hang out with his boyfriend every Friday, which he loved more than anything.

Dan - Phil’s boyfriend - was also his best friend and though they went to the same school, their social statuses varied quite a bit. His boyfriend at the top while Phil lay nearer to the bottom. So they never hung out at school, which was completely Phil’s doing because he didn’t want Dan to ruin a perfectly good reputation. Dan had objected more than once claiming he didn’t care what other people thought, but somewhere deep down, Phil knew he would regret it, and honestly, Phil would regret it too.

“Mr. Lester,” Phil’s head snapped up at the sound of his teacher’s voice and he hummed in response.

“Would you care to answer the question?” His teacher asked, raising his brow, obviously aware that Phil was paying absolutely no attention.

“Question, sir?” Phil mumbled, his face flaring up in embarrassment.

“Yes, Mr. Lester, a question. Something that typically has an answer,” He paused, “would you mind supplying us with that answer?”

“I apologize, sir, but I didn’t hear what the question was.” Phil said shamefully.

“I can see that, Mr. Lester. I’ll let it slide this time, but next time, try to pay attention in class.”

“Yes, sir.” Phil muttered, which earned many suppressed laughs and chuckles from the class.

Phil mentally added this encounter to the list of bad things that happened today. Bad days just always seem to get worse, for once, why can’t they get better?

The bell suddenly rang, signaling the end of class and the end of the school day. Finally, Phil thought. Phil grabbed his books off his desk and started to head to his locker to grab all his stuff before he left. He was supposed to meet Dan outside the school gates in five minutes, just like he did every Friday, so he was more rushed than normal. He needed out of this school and in the arms of his boyfriend. He needed some kind of reassurance that everything would be fine. He needed this shitty day to end.

But that was too much to ask for, of course it was.

He was getting the things from his locker when he all of a sudden heard the voice of his annoying-ass bully, Charlie-fucking-Skies.

“Philly,” Charlie taunted, “leaving so soon?”

Phil gritted his teeth.

“Awe, why so tense? You know I wouldn’t hurt you.” He chuckled darkly.

That was a damn lie.

“Your crown is looking a little crooked,” Charlie took a step towards Phil, “why don’t I fix it for you?”

A crowd started to slowly form around them, and with Charlie getting into Phil’s personal space, Phil started feeling a bit claustrophobic and his heart-rate started picking up - and not in the good way.

Charlie started to reach towards Phil and he felt like he couldn’t breath, he needed space, he needed out.

Phil didn’t really register what happened next, but somehow his flower crown ended up somewhere on the floor and Charlie’s hands ended up roughly shoving him - holding him against the lockers - and all Phil could do was scream.

Memories started rushing back into Phil’s mind, memories that he had tried to repress for years, memories he never wanted to think about again.

The night seemed darker than normal with the clouds covering up the moonlight, but Phil didn’t think too much of it. He just wanted to walk around a bit and get to know the area, after all, he had just moved into town. So far, he liked what he had seen. It was a quaint town with good food, nice shops, a good school system, and seemingly good people. And all he wanted to do was see the town at night, thus ensuing his late night walk.

Which was a stupid idea now that he looks back on it, but he went nonetheless. He walked by the park and quite a few shops that had closed a few hours ago. The town was quiet at night, something Phil quickly realized after only a few minutes of walking around. Quiet and peaceful, just as he liked it.

Granted, the peace didn’t last forever; neither did the silence. Phil was headed home - deciding to take a different route from which he came - and on his way back, he passed by a bar. A place that was loud and rowdy, disturbing the peace and silence of the town around him. A young boy like Phil should not have been walking near a bar at such late hours of the night, but he was, and that was the stupidest mistake he made in his entire life.

For when Phil walked by the bar, some drunk moron noticed him and decided to have a little fun with the boy. Phil tried to keep his head down while passing by the place, but the man still noticed. Phil didn’t notice the man following him right away, but when he did he picked up his speed and tried his best to seem inconspicuous to the man. But it was too late, the man had already noticed Phil.

Phil was walking by an alleyway when he heard the man let out a low growl from behind him. And the next thing Phil knew he was being pushed into the alley and roughly shoved against the wall with his head hitting the stone rather harshly.

Phil let out a quiet grunt and tears sprang to his eyes as a response to the pain. He knew he should’ve just stayed home, he was an idiot for walking around at night in a town he barely knew. He was so stupid.

“What’s a cute boy like you doing out on the streets at such a late time at night?” The man sneered at Phil, showing his - rather filthy - teeth, “you’re very susceptible to dangerous people.” The man laughed at his own words, and not in a friendly way.

“Let’s have some fun, shall we?” The man rhetorically asked while he started to rub his hands up and down Phil’s body.

“No- please, stop.” Phil pleaded pathetically and the man just chuckled in response, lowering his hands further down, sneaking his hands forcibly into Phil’s pants.

Phil started to really freak out and he started to kick and scream, but for some reason his kicks felt useless and his screams seemed quiet.

“Hush, boy,” the man snarled, “we wouldn’t want anyone to invade our fun, would we?”

The man took one of his hands and placed it over Phil’s mouth, muffling his screams, but Phil still tried to make as much noise as possible. He doubted anyone was out at such a time in the night, but deep down he hoped someone would hear him and save him from the awful man.

As the minutes passed by, the man’s advances were getting more persistent, but so were Phil’s yells and kicks. Phil mentally pleaded that someone - anyone - would help him.

And much to his relief, someone somehow answered his pleads. Not in so many words, but in enough actions. Before the man could do anymore emotionally, mentally, and physically scarring things to Phil, another person, a boy - maybe only slightly older than Phil - walked by the alleyway and noticed what was happening. The boy’s eyes widen and he paused for only a moment before running over to Phil and shoving the man off of him.

He locked eyes with Phil for a split second and sending him a quick and friendly smile before jumping onto the man and beating him unconscious.

When the boy was done beating up Phil’s molester, he turned to Phil and took him in his arms in a comforting manner and just held him. Phil didn’t know why he let the boy touch him, he didn’t want to be touched by anyone ever again, but for some reason, Phil needed the boy’s arms around him, he felt safe in them.

Little did Phil know, the boy that held him in his arms that night would be the only person Phil would ever let touch him ever again in his entire life.

And just like that, Phil was back to reality. No, he was back to the present. Dan was the boy there that night, he was the boy that saved his life, the only boy he would ever allow touch from without being terrified, and the boy whose arms were currently around Phil’s body - which he only just realized.

Phil was lying in his boyfriend’s arms and his heart rate suddenly slowed to a normal pace again. Dan was whispering sweet nothings in his ear and telling him to breathe, which Phil finally did. He let out deep and slow breaths when it finally registered through his head that he was safe. No one was going to hurt him with Dan around.

Phil allowed his eyes to glance up and he looked around the halls only to notice that there was a rather large crowd of students around them. They all seemed very confused, whispering things amongst themselves with confused looks.

And that’s when Phil’s eyes met Charlie’s.

Phil suddenly remembered why he was here and what exactly happened. He never really forgot what was going on, but he did get lost in thought.

Phil felt a rush of fear flow through him at the sight of Charlie. Charlie had never touched him, never, he mostly just teased Phil and threw rude insults at him, but he never touched him, until today anyway.

“I- I don’t understand what just happened,” Charlie paused, “you were fine a second ago.” He insisted.

Phil was about to speak up, but Dan beat him to it.

“It shouldn’t matter what the fuck just happened, you shouldn’t have been insulting Phil, you shouldn’t have been anywhere near him- you shouldn’t be near anyone.” Dan said with so much malice in his voice Phil could barely recognize it.

“Why should you care?” Charlie let out a huff, “when do you ever care?”

“I care because I love him, so if you ever hurt him again I will not hesitate to do the same to you.”

Charlie’s eyes widen and there were collective gasps of surprise from around the room. Even Phil was surprised, he never thought Dan would admit that in front of the school.

Charlie growled but didn’t say anything else and instead walked away. And as he left, so did the crowd around them. Phil was confused to say the least, he thought that Charlie would throw insults at the both of them, but there was nothing. He just left.

“I- what just happened? Why didn’t he hurt us?” Phil asked, confusion dripping in his voice.

“People know better then to mess with the school’s best football player; even Charlie wouldn’t dare.” Dan said with a soft smile, “now, why don’t we go home?”

Phil wrapped his arms around the back of Dan’s neck and pulled him into a gentle yet passionate kiss.

Phil pulled away ever so slightly - their lips still touching - and mumbled a soft, “I am home.”

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