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GOT7 Reaction: Feeling Needy and Texting Their Crush To Meet Them At The Dorms

(Lit there was a couple times I forgot I was writing a reaction and not a one shot and almost made a full on smut XD Enjoy anon! I made this one way, way ahead of when I planned to because of the requests that are lined up before you, but I couldn’t help it because GOT7 are my bbys okok.)


Originally posted by jehbum

JB had absolutely no idea why, but at the moment he couldn’t get you and your body out of his mind. He was in the middle of a small meeting with the rest of GOT7 when his mind veered to the thought of you and what you would look like bouncing up and down on top of him, your perky breasts held tightly within his hands.

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gravitea-girl  asked:

Just wanna drop by to say that you and your izuocha/ochadeku pics are blessings, and you're a hero we need but we don't deserve. Also is your profile pic ochadeku lovechild? :D

This is probably the second or third time someone has referenced me as a hero for this little fandom oh gosh/// But thank you so much!!

skdjfkd– no xD The character in my profile pic is my OC Sage! But if you’re looking for some izuocha love-children, they can be found here and here!

again cause i’m really starting to come to terms with it: spiritual multiplicity is all well and good but i didn’t realise we’ve got DID til like literally a couple of weeks ago during therapy, cause exposure to the insistence that multiplicity can be a natural thing meant we were in denial about it for the past two years. thinking alters were thoughtforms and that thoughtforms/walk-ins were alters cause the mentality of “multiplicity can be a natural thing!” stopped us from questioning why we were a thing. multiplicity is and always will be a deviation from the norm - trauma, soulbonding, thoughtform work, other spiritual involvement, whatever - but treating traumagenic multiplicity as like, just another category with its own set of rules and/or symptoms for lack of a better word is both counterproductive and potentially harmful

i think a better approach would be to focus on bringing awareness to multiplicity as a byproduct of trauma and to elaborate upon other branches as an afterwards thing. cause lbr the only way the general population is gonna accept it is as an MI thing, and there’s way too much negative spirituality rep tied up into multiplicity/plurality in the world already, including “yeah some plurality is caused by spiritual means” in the 101 is only ever going to cause confusion to a negative end. i’m thinking in terms of the big picture here i don’t actually care about intercommunity politics in reference to validity or Who Deserves To Be Included or whatever. y’all already know how people react to kin, imagine saying “i have soulbond/s” to someone who doesn’t know better

so yeah i’m gonna talk about what i know re: systems and plurality from this point on, which is traumagenic first, spiritual second, both equally valid but traumagenic needs more positive rep than spiritual ever will

(this is okay to reblog (if you’re multiple))

anonymous asked:

Ok so YES I love the long distance internet friends au but consider! Long distance wrong number au

honestly anon, thank you so much for this tonight. 

i took long distance and made it loooooong distance to the point where it probably doesn’t make sense, but ~~suspension of disbelief~~

texts between adrien and the mystery person (wow i wonder who) are in italics because theyre in french. also i didnt want to bother anyone so ‘numéro inconnu’ is from google translate so im sorry for….that

finally i tried to streamline how i do texts for this just because the way i do texts is usually a lot clunkier? so it looks more like wanna chat but isnt in like….the contact names are still what the other person would see? like when it says pretty boy thats ninos contact name for adrien and—

frick just tell me if its too confusing and tell me how to fix it im really tired

[on ao3 in case the read more is a butt and wont open]

2:51 PM
unknown number: Did this work?????
unknown number: a;slkdfjadj its me btw
unknown number: I mean duh its me who else would it be
unknown number: If you screenshot this conversation al I swear to go d Ill kill you

Adrien squints at his phone. Not only does he not know this number, but the text are in French. That’s…unusual. He thinks that it’s a lucky coincidence that his father is from France and insisted he learned the language before replying.

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Decoded (Stiles Romance Sequel) ~Chapter 3~

Originally posted by dylanobrienthingss


“Of course, you’re still the team captain,” I assured my best friend of 9 years as we made our way out into the field. “You got your grades up just like Coach told you to, right?”

“Yeah, but he—he never told me I was back on the team, he just told me to show up to try outs today,” Scott answered. I shook a hand and my head as I looked over to him.

“We’ve got bigger things to deal with anyway,” I brushed it off. “Did you tell Argent, yet?”

“Uh, I texted him, but he didn’t get back to me,” Scott answered, pursing his lips. I came to an instant halt as I turned to him, brows furrowing.

“You told him his sister, Kate, came back from the dead over a text?” I asked in disbelief.

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So awhile ago, I received a message from someone who I had seen often in my notes, asking if they could send me some stuff just as a thank you for everything I do for this blog.

I was…shocked, to say the least. It was so incredibly sweet!! I was honestly speechless, as I never EVER foresaw things like this happening to me when I made my first post here and started this thing. Well today I received a package and I have to admit it brought a tear to my eye. I wish I had the words to describe my feelings! Thank you @etherealbatwing for making my entire day, my entire month! I’m 1000000% in love with these prints, the key chain, and OF COURSE THE HBC~!

I love this fandom, and I’ve met and talked to so many delightful people thanks to Cheritz and MM. Etherealbatwing, you are obviously one of them. I’m so happy to have you as a friend now, you are so kind and funny and a great friend to fangirl with over these damn characters we love too much lolol! Although I in no way, shape or form expect this shit ever, damn do I appreciate the hell out of it. Anyway, back to staring at this stuff hahaha I have to pick up some more frames now! 😘😍

Stood Up

Your eyes locked with your own in the mirror once more before you sighed in defeat. Not even your carefully applied makeup was enough to mask the look of apprehension on your face. The copious amount of mascara adorning your eyelashes was meant to give you a look of seduction, but the fear for tonight spoiled the illusion and left you looking like a child playing with her mother’s makeup. Taking a deep breath, you tucked a misbehaving curl behind your ear and smoothed the thick material of your black dress and exited the bathroom.

You could hear Harry rummaging around in his kitchen, desperately looking for some misplaced object before leaving for the night. You made your way to the kitchen and placed a hand on the doorframe for support, suddenly feeling nervous and self-conscious after primping yourself so carefully for the night’s events. Relax, you told yourself. It’s only Harry. He’s not even your date tonight. Your eyes closed in a brief moment of frustration; the fact that you and Harry were only friends was never lost on you. You continued to watch the muscles in Harry’s back seductively contract and expand as he searched through a drawer looking for what you knew were his keys.

“Hey, Y/N, have you seen my….” Harry began.

“Bottom drawer on the left,” you answered with a smile as Harry retrieved the keys from where you instructed.

Object in hand, he turned around and struck a playful pose which coaxed a laugh out of you despite your anxious state. Some wise comment about your organization habits was about to leave Harry’s lips but as soon as his eyes landed on you, the words dissolved on his tongue.

He wasn’t speaking, just staring. You felt a blush creep up on your cheeks under the intensity of his gaze. Even though you weren’t naïve to the fact that your average appearance paled in comparison to the women Harry was exposed to on a daily basis, he still managed to make you feel beautiful with just his stare.

“Earth to Harry,” you teased. “Do I look okay? Is this too much? I wasn’t sure if this dress…” you rambled, the nerves getting to you.

“Stop, just stop,” Harry gently commanded. In a few long strides he stood in front of you, so close you could feel his warm breath tickle your face as he whispered.

“You look so beautiful. I almost can’t believe it.” Harry swallowed and brought his hand up to your face to carefully caress your cheek. “So beautiful,” he whispered even lower.

Without your permission, your body shivered into his touch and you felt butterflies pool within the depths of your stomach. Your eyes scanned his handsome face, taking in the light stubble that made the area between your thighs tingle. His hair was thrown up into a bun that took showed off his strong jaw beautifully. Finally, your eyes connected with his green ones and you suddenly hated yourself for agreeing to go on a date with any man other than the one right in front of you.

When a light cough escaped from Harry’s heart shaped lips, you were thrown back into reality. Harry turned away, reaching for his phone in his back pocket, his cheeks slightly tainted pink. Wanting to divert your eyes from Harry’s lean frame, you checked the time on the stove top and saw that your date was going to arrive in less than ten minutes.

“I shouldn’t be too long at the studio tonight, we just have to revisit a few songs. If I get back at a decent hour I’d love to hear all about your date with Tristan,” Harry teased, lightly tapping a finger to your nose.

“It’s Travis,” you corrected, leaning back against the countertop, your mouth twisting in a knowing smile. “What, no hot rendezvous for the Harry Styles after a hardworking studio session? A man like you shouldn’t be alone,” you said, a touch of guilt littering your voice. Ever since Harry has been allowing you to live in his home while studying in London, no women other than yourself have made an appearance.

“Hey, I got all the company I need right here,” he said. You shook your head, feeling a flush spread from your chest to your cheeks. This was one of the reasons why you accepted Travis’ invitation to dinner tonight; the way you acted around Harry outed your feelings for him. Harry’s platonic behaviour was his way of letting you down easy, sans the humiliation.

Stuffing his keys in the back pocket of his black jeans, Harry pulled on his silver boots. You envied how casually gorgeous Harry looked in a black t-shirt and jeans when even on your best day, you couldn’t hold a candle to him.

“Good luck on your date. Call me if he gets handsy,” he said, placing a kiss on your cheek. You stifled a laugh, knowing that he was being serious. “Oh, and Y/N, Tristan is one lucky guy,” he said with a wink.

“It’s Travis,” you shouted to Harry’s disappearing figure as the door clicked shut.

Safe within the confines of his car and out of your sight, Harry let out a pent up sigh of frustration and sunk back into the plush leather seat. You were beautiful, so beautiful. Easily the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. It took all of Harry’s strength to leave you in his house all wrapped up in your little black dress alone. Easy, Harry, he scolded himself. She’s not yours. She never has been, and she probably never will be. Each day Harry had to live with that reality, but tonight the heartache was magnified as he had to face the terrible truth that not only were you not his, but you just might become someone else’s.

With you on his mind, Harry stormed into the studio. All heads snapped up as he made his entrance. The producer let out a low whistle and watched Harry pull out a water bottle from the fridge and take a long swig.

“Woah, something on your mind, mate?” Harry heard someone ask.

“It’s Y/N,” another guy replied. “She’s on a dddddate,” he said, drawing the word out and tearing a knife through Harry’s already severed heart. He felt the tension in his muscles build, and his jaw grinded back and forth in an attempt to release some stress.

“’Bout time that girl got some action, have you seen her b—“

“Enough!” Harry roared, slamming the bottle down on the table beside him. “You all leave her alone. I swear if I hear another disrespectful word against her I, I…” Harry stopped, looking at the shocked expressions staring back at him. These were his friends, his bandmates, his coworkers. They had never been in so much as a row before, and now here he was threatening them. Lifting a hand to rub the back of his neck sheepishly, Harry looked down at the ground.

“M’ sorry guys. I don’t mean to be a prick.” Harry said, then paused, well aware that his next words were something he had never admitted out loud before. “I think I’m in love with Y/N.”

“No kidding,” he heard someone mumble.

Travis. He was a good guy, a nice guy, smart and dependable. He was no Harry, no one but Harry was, but you quickly pushed that thought from your mind. No Harry tonight. Travis will probably be here any minute and with some luck, with his charming accent and captivating blue eyes, you’d be putty in his hands and forget all about the way Harry’s touch makes the blood in your veins sing or the way your pulse quickens when your name escapes his lips. You rolled your eyes at your weakness towards Harry. You shifted in your spot on the sofa, checking your watch again, patiently waiting for Travis’ knock at Harry’s door.

But when ten minutes late became forty five became two hours, you began to worry. All night, your phone remained silent, taunting you with the messages you weren’t receiving. Finally, when what should have been two and a half hours into your date, your phone lit up. You hastily swiped at the screen, eager to see what had been sent, oblivious to the fact that in hindsight, you were better off in the dark.

“Good work, Styles,” his cowriter said, giving a friendly pat on his back as they shuffled out of the studio.

Harry returned the praise with a small smile, pleased himself by the lyrics his feelings inspired. You had fast become the muse to every melody.

The drive home was spent with Harry devising the perfect way to tell you how he feels. He tugged on the band in his hair releasing the strands which Harry anxiously ran his fingers through. He had to emotionally prepare himself for the fact that you could have had an amazing date. Harry hoped the years of friendship worked in his favour against some random bloke you had caught the eye of.

Harry’s hand hesitated on the handle of his front door. What if you were inside? What if you weren’t home yet? What if Travis was there with you? Shaking the dangerous thoughts from his head, Harry bit the bullet and stepped into an unlit house.

With a heavy heart, Harry realized that he’d have to wait a little longer until your arrival. That was until he heard sobs, coming from a voice that was unmistakably yours.

“Y/N?” Harry called, his voice shaking with desperation.

“I’m in the living room,” you announced, your voice coarse from crying.

Harry barged into the living room and snapped on the light to find you seated on that same sofa, still in your dress and makeup, but now there were black specks decorating your cheeks as well.

Wasting no time, Harry scooped you into his arms and began to rock you back and forth.

“What happened, baby? What did he do?” You felt Harry’s soothing rocking abruptly stop. “Oh God, what did he do?” Fury flashed in Harry’s eyes and he placed you on the seat before standing up and pacing the room.

“I swear to God, Y/N, if he hurt you…” Harry fumed.

“No, Harry, he didn’t do anything,” you choked. “He never showed,” you admitted, shame thick in your voice.

Immediately Harry’s stance relaxed. He walked over to you, knelt down on the floor by your side and began tracing circles on your bare thighs with his fingertips.

“What?” he whispered in disbelief.

“He texted me about half hour ago saying that he forgot about our plans so he stayed at work to finish something. What kind of jerk asks a girl out and then forgets?” You cried, shaking your head.

“The kind of fucker who doesn’t deserve your tears,” Harry responded, gently brushing the falling droplets away.

Harry didn’t think it was possible, but his heart broke even more as your tears began to fall even harder.

“I just feel so bad about myself. So unattractive. I’m such a loser,” you cried, angrily pulling on your hair.

“Hey, stop that. None of that is true,” Harry said, tears threatening to spill from his own eyes.

“You wanna know the worst part of all this?” you asked in between sniffles. “Tonight was supposed to be my first date, and it didn’t even happen. I have never even been kissed,” you admitted, letting your head fall on Harry’s broad shoulder.

Harry’s lips puckered in confusion, then anger. You felt undesired and horrible about yourself when Harry was in your life. For fuck’s sake, you shared the same roof. He knew how to salvage the night. Maybe tonight wasn’t the time to tell you his feelings, but fuck, was he ever going to show you.

“Baby, baby look at me,” he whispered. You didn’t need to be told twice to look into these sparkling green orbs. Harry’s head cocked to the side and he leaned into you. Your breath hitched in your throat, but there was no question you wanted this too. Your eyes closed and your body began to inch forward.

“Wait, Harry. I might be bad at this,” you interrupted the moment.

“Impossible,” he breathed, eyes still closed.

His full lips connected with your slightly parted ones and the sensation overwhelmed your body. Harry’s large hands firmly held the small of your back keeping you in place while his tongue slipped into your mouth. There was fire, there was heat and there was Harry.

Panting, you pulled back and rested your forehead against Harry’s, and an uncontrollable smile spread on your slightly swollen lips.

“Thank you,” you said simply.

Harry smoothed a lock of hair behind your ear and asked a question he should have asked ages ago.

“Y/N,” Harry began, “Will you go out with me?”

You Drunktexting Them You’re Lost ~ BTS.

Yoongi ( Suga )
“YOO SWAGBOOOI im drunk where u at. Which 1 is your hoooouuuuse”
Yoongi would just stare at the text in disbelief. He opened the door to see you sitting on the curb outside of his house, staring at the concrete. He would help you in by you clinging on to him for dear life. You managed to fall asleep on a kitchen chair whilst he was getting you water. “ You should be happy I can read your dumb texts” he whispered as he would go back to working next to you.

Originally posted by sugagifs

Hoseok ( J-Hope )
“ JOBI i need u  im lost wher do u liv ”
Hoseok wouldn’t be panicked, he knew exactly where you were. He walked out the back door and saw you laying in the wet grass staring up at the night sky. “Come in jagiya, it’s late and you might get a cold” he would say softly. You stumbled in with the help of his trusty shoulders and you practically crashed head first into his comfortable bed. “ Aish what to do with her” he would say with a smile on his lips.

Originally posted by twinklestars06

“ eiii Jimin im drunks and im verrrrry lost help”
Jimin would find it adorable since he could almost hear you say it. He saw you through his window wobbling along the curb. Jimin would be rushing out the door before you would accidentally fall. He’d pick you up and carried you on his back steadily. You would get peppered with kisses when you were safe at home again.

Originally posted by mayrey02

“ Jagiiii im at the bakery help drunk me”
Jin would panic a little when he read the text and instantly get worried for your safety. He would drive straight to the bakery and call out your name. When he finds you he would carry you into the car, laying you down in the backseat. He would drive back home but take the least bumpy road there was.. You would get pampered all night when you were home again.

Originally posted by daesbulge

“Young one your drunk friend needs help, im drunk and lost in the park help”
Since it was dark outside he would be worried what could happen to you. He’d run to the park and when he saw your unbalanced figure in the darkness he would wrap his strong arms around you. He would carry you on his back all the way back home. You’d be taken care of until you fell asleep with about 4 blankets on you.

Originally posted by moonjint

Taehyung ( V )
“Friends left me drunk at your place but u aint here ”
Taehyung would see your text and instantly get confused. Your friends had left you at Taes home but he was recording. “ I need to go, sorry” he would say in a hurry to his members and take the first bus home. You woke up in a bed in some of Taehyungs clothes. The smell of toast lingered in the room. “ You had passed out and smelled of vomit so I changed your clothes jagi~‘’ Taehyung would say sweetly with his rectangular smile.

Originally posted by pangguk

Namjoon (Rapmonster)
’'im in central drunk and lost by a cafe help”
Namjoon would ask the rest of the members to help him find you since the city is big and you didn’t respond to his texts asking where you were. Once they found you in a cafe that for some reason still was open he would lead you home. During the walk home he would warn you of how dangerous it is to be drunk in the middle of the night and being alone as well. ‘’’ Do you know what could have happen??“ he would be concerned but happy you weren’t hurt. He would cuddle you all night to make sure you felt okay.

Originally posted by monchims

Making reactions whilst tired isn’t a good idea for anyone wondering.

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anonymous asked:

[text] as a guy, any idea why even someone drunk off their ass would think "Here's thirty bucks, drink till I'm hot then come see me?" I mean really? (Myka)

Harvey stared at his phone in disbelief.

[text] Shit I wasn’t even that bad when I was a virgin. That’s terrible.

massive rant

I’m sick to death of the ignorant-ass views people have toward the true crime community on this website. I just saw a comment on someone’s post saying something along the lines of “@staff this is a serial killer appreciation blog, why aren’t you deleting?!!?” Like really? Do you have that much of a warped view that you think a blog containing any type of true crime information is appreciating serial killers? And that it should be deleted? I also see people making text posts expressing their disbelief at the “serial killer fandom” on this website…. which I have NEVER come across. It seems what they’re referring to us blogs like ours, and above all, calling it a fandom is inherently disrespectful to the victims and their families on their part, which is completely ironic given the fact that the people making these posts are asking us to respect victims more. 

It’s true that the glorification of killers does exist in a small area of our community, but this is an extremely small percentage, from what I’ve seen. I follow thousands of true crime blogs, and I rarely see posts about a killer that might detract from the harsh nature of their crimes, but if I do, who am I to judge? From a moral perspective, I disapprove completely of people making collages and edits of murderers, but it doesn’t bother me in the slightest because I’m open-minded and I don’t go around policing the content of the internet like some kind of stuck-up bitch. I just wish that people could learn to do the fucking same and stop being so ignorant toward people with different interests than them. For a supposedly friendly and accepting website, tumblr sure does know how to make certain groups feel unwelcome…