#anyways. I’ll put the draft up later if anyone wants to see it

[mechaknight-98]

Aftermath (NSFW) FT Sejeong

Authors note: had to do a bit of world building as I try to figure out what the world looks like now that I don't want to use Karina or Jiyho anymore due to the dating thing…it would be weird ya know.

"Hey, Danger can I ask you something," Seji asks me with a clear and concerned tone,

"Yeah, sure," I answer hesitantly. Sejeong smiles brightly.

"Why did you run away from me," She asks. I bite the inside of my cheek as I consider my response.

"I figured it would be better than dealing with any of the repercussions of my feelings. I have a limited time left to live and I didn't want to put anyone through the sorry of losing someone they care about. So I figured dipping before that would be a cleaner cut-off than this going too deep instead," I reply

"You coward," Sejeong teases.

"I...yeah you're right. I should have let you choose," I reply

"At least you're a reasonable coward," Seji teases further

I squint at her causing her to smile wide, "I am not a coward, nor am I reasonable," I reply. Seji beams

"Oh really and why don't you think so," Sejeon asks sternly.

"You'll see soon enough," I replied.

Three weeks later Sejeong bought my little photo studio and shop. she was okay with not paying rent as long as I became her "personal photographer", and so I went with her all on these trips and events to snap pictures of the beautiful girl, but honestly she used it as an excuse to relentlessly fuck. I would spend hours cutting angles and working on shop composition to make sure the photos were perfect, and looking at her face always led to a visceral response. I'd be hard for hours, and like clockwork, she'd come into my office give me a warm-up blowjob then have it lead right into mindblowing sex.

As I worked on photos there was a knock on the door. I assume it's Sejeong as she's the only one who comes in here typically. The door opens to a tall dark-skinned man he smiles at me with malicious intent.

“Well, I didn't think I'd ever see you again,” he says as aggression rises in his tone.

“What do you want Alistair,” I ask

“Oh remember call me AL or Tahm,” Alistair replies

“Oh well you know I'm just checking in on my favorite curse bearer. I truly thought you'd come hunting for me, but you never did. I wanted to know why, but you were hard to find. When you said I want to disappear I guess you meant it,” Alistair adds.

“Are you here to kill me, because if so I'm not going down without a fight,” I reply

“What heavens no! I'm here to give you something you want more. Freedom,” Alistair replies.

“What is the catch,” I ask.

“No catch at least this time. I can't beat the curse bearer chasing me as he is using holy relics, but you have a myriad of experience so I figured I'd make a deal,” Alistair answered.

I look at the photo on my desk of Sejeong and I, “Fine I’ll draw up the contract.” I reply

30 minutes later I procured a draft of the deal between Alistair and me. He's excited as deals are like his favorite thing to make something about the ability to bind and

Making rules that can't be broken makes him feel safe. After we sign he smiles and hands me my Maxos Cards. I look at him surprised

“Why,” I asked

“I am asking you to hunt someone using holy weapons and not give you your best tools against holy weapons. I'd be a fool, besides I have to give them back to you anyway.” Alistair replies nonchalantly. I nod and grab them.

“So where was the last reported location of this curse bearer,” I ask

"So there I was, in Minnesota of all places, following leads to my ex, Janie. The trail led me to a scene that raised my concerns: golden ichor staining the ground. I knew this was about to get more complicated. As I concealed myself, the door creaked open, accompanied by ominous sounds of groans and a knife piercing the wall.

"Step out from your hiding spot," a familiar voice demanded. I cautiously emerged, armed with my card and sword, only to face Janie.

"Dangerfield? Of course, he'd send you," Janie muttered with evident annoyance.

"What brings you here?" she interrogated, her accusatory tone emphasizing the revelation that my ex was now a full-blown witch, a fact I was still processing.

"I'm here for the holy weapon, nothing more," I asserted, my mind grappling with the revelation of Janie's newfound identity.

"And what were you promised in return?" Janie probed further.

"Freedom," I replied succinctly.

"Freedom? From whom?" Janie's disbelief was palpable.

"Alastair," I confessed, bracing myself for her reaction.

"Alastair? Did you strike a deal with him? You're unbelievable," Janie's frustration simmered.

"He promised Morrigan would leave me alone," I explained, hoping to justify my actions.

"You never think, do you? Your recklessness causes chaos for everyone," Janie scolded, her frustration evident.

"I'm only here for the weapon. Give it to me, and I'll leave," I urged, attempting to end the confrontation.

Janie's gaze hardened as she considered my request. "What if I refuse?" she challenged, prompting me to reveal my trump card - my maxos card.

Her eyes widened at the sight. "You wouldn't dare," she uttered, realizing the seriousness of my intent.

Taking a defensive stance I watched as Janie's eyes widened

With a mixture of resignation and menace, Janie relented, handing over the holy weapon. "You'll regret this, selling out a friend for your gain," she admonished.

"If I were truly betraying you, I'd have handed you over to Alastair," I retorted, stowing away the cards.

"This is why I despise dealing with your kind," Janie spat bitterly.

"Careful now, insults might provoke me to take action," I teased, though the underlying tension remained palpable.

"Pathetic," Janie scoffed, as I left her house, her warning lingering in the air.

Returning to Alastair, I handed him the weapon, cautioning him against its use.

"Why not?" he inquired, intrigued by my warning.

"It's not just holy; it's a fusion of divine and demonic energies, a result of a battle between a demon and an angel," I explained,

"so why is the blade okay with you," Alastair asked

"Because I am Fomori," I answered.

"Oh...Interesting," Alastair said. Alastair's grin widened at the revelation. "Morrigan's favored, no wonder you sought to disappear quietly," he mused, anticipating the chaos to come as he reveled in it.

"I look forward to seeing the next part of your tale," Alastair replies. "Our deal is done," He says calmly as he conjures two contracts that burn themselves up before me. I feel the burden of my curse lift and Alastair smiles.

"I look forward to the damage you will cause. That will be more interesting than anything I could ever do with such a weapon. I see it has bound itself to your soul so using it would only garner your strength." Alastair adds. I shrug at his point to which he smiles.

The next day I arrived at my office to see a pouting Sejeong

"Hey, Seji. are you ok..." Before I could finish she had me cornered in a kiss.

"I got your not but I was worried sick for you," She replied. As she she ran her arms through my body she gasped,

"You're curse-free," she exclaimed with surprise.

"Yeah," I nodded.

[sttoru]

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 !

ෆ sypnosis. you find yourself in a situation where a man is giving you unwanted attention / tries to flirt with you. your lover finds out about this and comes to your rescue; what will he do and how will he react?

ෆ note. uhmmm this draft was rottjng and i finally decided to finish it today oopssss . not entirely proof read !

ෆ tags. kaeya, ayato, cyno x female reader (seperately). fluff. all chara’s are protective / possessive however you want to see it, unwanted flirting / verbal harassment but nothing too bad, you’re ayato’s wife in his part. headcanons + drabbles.

KAEYA ALBERICH.

keeps his emotions in check. if kaeya sees a man openly flirting with you, he’ll definitely fake a smile when approaching the two of you. not his usual, soft smile; more of an empty one.

the type to give (not so) subtle hints to the person flirting with you that you’re taken; like, he will not say anything directly to the other person about their behaviour, however he will keep it lowkey (and maybe passive aggressive).

and best believe he’s trying his best not to cause a scene and fight anyone if they make you uncomfortable by overly flirting with you. any type of discomfort coming from his lover is a green light for him to use his position as the cavalry captain and the power that it comes with.

you awkwardly shift in your seat at the bar counter as a drunk man keeps on talking to you even when you’ve politely told him that you’re not interested.

your boyfriend, kaeya, had stepped out of the bar for just a second to talk to one of his colleagues. that’s when the random man—who introduced himself as bruce—decided to take his chance.

you fiddle with your clothes as you await your lover’s return. kaeya usually asks his brother to take care of you when he’s not around at the tavern, however diluc wasn’t there to prevent this situation from unfolding either.

“you seem to be getting a bit too drunk, lad.”

a familiar voice causes you to turn your body to the right. there he is: kaeya, standing behind you with his hand on bruce’s shoulder. if you looked closely, you’d notice how firm of a grip kaeya had on the drunken man—the fabric of his clothes wrinkled underneath kaeya’s palm.

“h-kaeya—that you, buddy?” bruce laughs wholeheartedly, his words slurring a little, “i gotta say, ya got quite a pretty thing with you!”

a breathy chuckle escaped kaeya’s lips. it wasn’t an amused or humorous chuckle, but rather one that sounded like his patience was running low.

“mhm, that so?” kaeya subtly gestures to the knight that had accompanied him inside the bar.

the young knight understands and nods at his captain. the knight walks towards bruce, holding the drunkard by his arm and forcing him to stand up straight.

“say, bruce,” kaeya starts, sighing softly as he put his hands in his pockets before bending his head down to whisper his next words into the man’s ear; “i may have been a bit too lenient with you. i’ll see you later in my office, yeah?”

kaeya says all of that with a smile as he straightens his back again. you (and probably many of the wrongdoers in mondstadt who were unlucky enough to experience kaeya’s hidden wrath) knew that empty smile all too well. one that you see when you know you’ve messed up.

bruce was too drunk to even realise what was implied as he was escorted out of the tavern by the knight.

kaeya sighs to himself before turning to you with a genuine, worried smile; “i’m extremely sorry, sweetheart. i should’ve stayed with you.”

you smile at your lover and shake your head, “it’s fine, kaeya. thank you for being there for me anyway.”

the cavalry captain frowns at his own ignorance; he should known some creep would hit on you while he was gone. it was a dangerous decision of him to leave you in a bar between all kinds of impolite, loud and drunk men.

“may i hug you?” kaeya adds quietly, eyes searching for yours as if asking for permission. his reason for asking for your consent, is because he thought you’d might be uncomfortable with any type of close proximity after that encounter with bruce.

“of course, babe.” you nod.

kaeya opens his arms as an invitation for you to get into his embrace. you instantly hug him back, laying your head against his chest. his heartbeat was steady and his dainty fingers were immediately caressing your back in a comforting manner.

“if anything like that ever happens again, you call out for me, alright? i’ll make sure to keep you safe. no matter where you might be.”

KAMISATO AYATO.

gets big mad, like.. mad mad, but like on the inside. he’s the head of his clan-of course he has dealt with rude people before- however none of those experiences included you being verbally harassed by a stranger.

ayato will probably not lash out at the man (especially not in front of you); he has his own ways of putting rude people in their place. many being.. torturous. to him it’s justified: whoever messes with his wife, messes with him.

will not show you how much he wishes he could act out of line. although, ayato knows well enough what his limits are. direct violence isn’t going to solve anything, but maybe threats will.

ayato was coming home soon from his business trip which is why you decided to wait on him outside of the kamisato estate. you were dressed up nicely and had proudly prepared him his favourite dishes for the first time in a while. all set to greet your dear husband.

what you didn’t expect to see, was a random adventurer climbing up the stairs near the estate. the man shamelessly looked you up and down before asking you for nearby directions. you didn’t think much about it and gave him the needed information.

thinking your duty there was done, you walked back to the entrance of the estate so you could await your husband’s arrival inside the building. it was getting a bit chilly anyway.

“oh, ma’am! can you at least tell me your name?” the voice echoes behind you. you felt a cold hand brush against yours and it almost made you freeze on spot. you flinched and took your hand away, frowning as you look back at the stranger.

there were maids cleaning around the courtyard and they noticed the scene unfolding in front of their eyes. they instantly sensed your uneasiness and rushed to your rescue—circling the man and telling him that this area is off limits for strangers. this causes a constant back and forth squabble between the man and the servants, who were simply trying to do their job: protecting the young master’s wife when he isn’t near.

“move.”

ayato’s sudden appearance and sharp voice shuts everyone up. his maids and servants immediately stand straight and then move to bow at their master— heads held low out of respect, yet also out of fear for his wrath. you might not have noticed it, but his servants have known him since he was a child and thus can easily spot the (hidden) dangerous aura ayato emitted.

“ah, ayato !” you smile in relief at your husband and give him a small wave. he, however, seemed rather tense as he walked over to you—eyes scanning your body for any signs of discomfort. ayato’s gloved hands immediately cup your face once he is close enough, “are you okay, sweetheart?”

“yes, i am. thank you.” you reply, his hands gently touching your cheeks were a complete opposite to the anger boiling up inside of him. ayato places a soft kiss to your forehead in hopes to calm your nerves, as if to say ‘you’re safe, i’m here now’.

“escort her to her room.” your husband orders the two maids standing next to you and they instantly do as told. before you got taken away from him, ayato flashes you his usual charming smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling, “i’ll be there with you soon, honey. i’ll just see this man out.”

once you were out of sight, that smile of ayato’s instantly vanished and got replaced by a cold, piercing expression. he turned towards the unknown man who was now cuffed by two guards;

“now then, shall we go talk outside of the estate for a bit? the maids have cleaned the garden rather thoroughly today and i do not wish to let their hard work go to waste by my… well, disciplining.”

CYNO.

appears out of thin air to defend you. you might even start to question if he’s secretly following you everywhere, because cyno does not fail to show up whenever you are in any kind of trouble.

probably also (temporarily) arrests whoever bothers you. he does that instead of literally beating them up to a pulp. it’s easier and avoids further trouble after all. though, cyno doesn’t arrest them without giving them a proper ‘punishment’ of his own.

has no time to beat around the bush— he’s direct when approaching the person who’s bothering you.

you were walking around the marketplace with only one goal in mind: getting the needed ingredients for the dish you wanted to prepare tonight. the streets were crowded, chatter and negotiations filling your ears as you stopped near a fruit and vegetables stall.

“can i get 2 kilograms of zaytun, please?” you ask the vendor, fishing your wallet from your pocket already. you exchanged the bag of food with a couple of mora and bid the owner of the stall farewell.

you were too busy inspecting the contents of the bag and therefore bumped into a tall guy. you excuse yourself, however that didn’t seem enough for the man, “hey, hold on there, pretty thing.”

a sigh escapes your lips as you know where the conversation would go; he’ll most likely ask you for compensation for bumping into him. you turned around to face the stranger again, a fake smile plastered on your face, “what is it, sir?”

the man hums as he studies your looks. he’s trying very hard to be very intimidating by staring down at you—hands in his pockets with a smirk tugging at his lips, “ya know, i think i’m gonna ask for another type of compensation from y… ou..”

you raise an eyebrow once you notice his voice trailing off until he’s completely silent; eyes wide and smirk wiped off his face like he’s seen a ghost. you decide to follow the way the man’s eyes were looking—that place being right behind you.

“cyno?!” you almost jump from surprise yourself the moment you come face to face with your lover whom had appeared from out of nowhere. there was a purple-ish glow surrounding his body, sparks from his electro vision making him seem even more terrifying—not to include the death stare the mahamatra was giving to the stranger.

there were no words coming out of your lover. he was silently glaring at the man who bothered you and his piercing gaze was no joke. cyno was finally about to open his mouth to talk, however the upcoming words were never uttered as the stranger interrupted him;

“i— uhh, i’m sorry.” the dark-haired man sheepishly apologises and takes a few steps back, clearly intimidated. cyno was not going to let him get away so easily. though, firsts things first: your lover had to check up on you.

“the bastard didn’t touch you or anything, right?” cyno asks you, brushing some strands of hair from your face, “if he did, make sure to tell me. i won’t show him any mercy.”

you shake your head and gulp a bit. even when you’ve seen cyno in action so many times before, his presence never fails to impress you. “he didn’t,” you answer quietly, to which cyno nods.

“good.” your lover hums before letting his arm fall to his side again. he gives you a small, reassuring smile and pats your back, “you can go ahead. i’ll see you at home.”

you were not about to argue with cyno when he was in that state and thus continue on with your little stroll.

little did you know that that stranger was in danger.

[sinsandsweetness]

I adore your mood boards. And honestly your guts to post all of the smutty goodness that you post. I still do some thing’s anonymously just because my anxiety. But anyways, someone posted an ask and a response fic to it in a different fandom and I just…. Guh. I have to send this to you. and

the boys… (yeah the boys: Rick, Daryl, Shane, Merle, Negan) catch you masturbating. In their shirt, or in their vest, shorts, or their bed, or in their truck, etc. how would they react? I’m curious to see the scenario. Or have I asked this before? I send in so many asks I’m surprised you aren’t sick of me already…. 🫣☠️

Or, their reactions to being referred to as, “My boyfriend.” (Or my husband? Hmmmmm I don’t think anyone really gets married in the apocalypse they just move in and take on a last name eventually? Or is that just a Rick/Michonne thing?)

shit, I should go write my own smutty goodness, but my dopamine is so unpredictable. Ugh.

I could never get sick of you! I definitely have a few asks of yours in my inbox that I want to expand on so don’t think I’m ignoring them!

I was definitely nervous at first to post such smutty filth, but it turns out there’s a decent amount of people who seem to enjoy it. I think fanfic in general can be such a great form of escapism. Even smutty stuff can be really healing so I definitely enjoy writing no matter how “adult” the content is. I also think the wonder of Tumblr is that it still is pretty anonymous:) no one here knows me irl so that definitely helps when it comes to being open and gutsy with what I post hahah.

As far as your concepts… I love. I actually have a masturbation fic already started in my drafts so I’ll use this to answer the second half of your ask.

Here’s a quick rundown of how I think the boys would react to you calling them your “boyfriend”:

Rick: he’d get that cocky little smirk he has and wrap his arm around you even tighter. Exuding that, “Yup. that’s right. You’re mine,” kind of attitude.

Shane: I think Shane’s reaction would be really similar to Ricks, he’d look at you with a sexy little smirk. Maybe grabbing your leg under the table and giving it a nice squeeze. Hinting that he’s definitely going to make you repeat it later in the bedroom.

Daryl: I think he would freeze up a little. Like his brain would stop for a split second and he’d look all confused. Thinking to himself, “Boyfriend? Did they really just say boyfriend?”. And at the realization that yes, you did just call him your boyfriend, he’d probably blush a little. Internally having heart palpationsa but trying to play it cool and not let you or anyone else see how giddy it makes him feel.

Negan: if you called him your boyfriend I think he’d feel offended. He’d interrupt the conversation and make you repeat what you said, only correctly this time. “Sorry, uh, my husband…” you’d stammer out, biting back a smile. Secretly loving how defensive he is about the title.

Merle: I think Merle wouldn’t say anything in the moment, but when you’ve left the function or are out of earshot from whoever you were speaking to, he’d turn to you and ask “Boyfriend? Thought you said you didn’t like labels.” “Yeah, well it’s a lot easier than saying I fuck you three times a week and put up with your bullshit so… yeah. Boyfriend it is.” And he’d just laugh in agreement, wrapping an arm around you as the two of you continue to walk home.

(Also, please do write some smutty goodness. I’d be happy to read it<3 )

[bqstqnbruin]

See You Again

I'm actually posting a fic for the first time in seven months aka the first fic I've finished in seven months peace love teaching

anyway, I wrote this for the lovely @wyattjohnston's summer fic exchange! I got to write for @selfindulgentpoorlywritten but I've never written for Nico before, so I hope you like this (I was fully inspired by my own mess of a life)

Edit since I’m a dumbass thank you to @kat-hearts for reading this first and being amazing ily 😭

One of the characters, Nat is nonbinary, and I did my best to make the reader gender netural, which I haven't done before on either account, so I hope I did it justice (if something is glaringly wrong, please let me know!)

Warnings: I was mean with the ending? A little? Also, some swearing, drinking, almost physical fighting

Word Count: almost 2.8k

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“When was the last time you saw him?”

You tried to shift through your memory to figure that out. In person, the last time was sometime in the first week of December about two years ago. Thinking about him, which thankfully didn’t count, would involve you giving a much more recent answer, way more recent than you would really like to admit. “I don’t remember.” 

“Well,” your roommate Nat says, looking down at their phone. “I have bad news.”

“Fucking hell,” you moan, tilting your head to hit the back of the seat of the Uber. You knew what they were going to say before the words even started to come out of their mouth.

“Nico is going to be there tonight. With all the guys.” You let out another groan, the Uber driver giving you a scowl through the rearview mirror. “I’m sorry! Jack didn’t know he was coming, or he would have told us way before we got ready.” 

You stare out the window, trying to think of all the ways that you could get out of this situation. You already paid for the Uber and didn’t want to pay for another one. You weren’t about to go somewhere by yourself, especially since the bar you were heading towards wasn’t within a reasonable walking distance if you were to go somewhere by yourself, and no way was Nat going to leave with you without Jack, and Jack, of course, wasn't going to leave without his teammates. 

“We can go back right now and I’ll tell Jack to have fun with his team instead,” Nat tells you as if they could read your mind. They put their hand over yours, trying to give you any sense of calm that was setting into your panic. “We do not have to be around Nico.” 

“What kind of person tells someone they like them but not enough to date them?” you mutter, knowing you and Nat have had this conversation many times on your kitchen floor, drunk and crying together at 2 in the morning. They had introduced you to Nico one night after a game when the team went out to celebrate. They had been dating Jack for about a year at that point, meeting him through his brother at Michigan and reconnecting when they both realized they were going to be in New Jersey together. Quinn had used the reasoning of, “he won’t know anyone in the state,” only for everyone to realize later that he knew Jack had been smitten with Nat since they met. If only you had been so lucky. 

You had known of Nico, obviously. How could you not? He was the captain of the Devils, the team you grew up surrounded by, the number one draft pick in the sport your roommate never shut up about. He covered your social media feeds without you really wanting them to and everyone you knew talked about what a great game he had the night before. You couldn’t escape the idea of him, no matter where you went. 

When you met him that night a few years back, there was something about him in person that you were drawn to. He had been just an idea to you, not someone you could think about as being real. You spent that entire night with him, your friends either wandering off or you too enthralled with Nico to notice that they were there. Nat and Jack were heading back to your place before last call, and you were left knowing that you had to see Nico again.  

He asked if he could kiss you, making you melt as his hand gently snaked its way to your cheek, pulling you close when you said yes and covering your mouth with his. You waited for his text the next day, anxiously checking your phone until he finally did after 3 pm. From then on, you told each other everything, texting each other whenever you could, him calling you and heading over to your apartment whenever he didn’t have an obligation to the team. You fell hard for him and you had believed that he felt the same about you. 

“The kind of person who doesn’t know what they have until it’s gone,” Nat tells you, trying to pep you up. “Hey, we can find you a guy that is just as hot as Nico tonight.” 

“I’m gonna move to Ireland and isolate myself with the spuds.”

“Act like you can be away from me for that long,” they tease, earning a laugh from you. “I’m serious, though. Tell me what you want to do, or who you want to do, and Jack and I will make it happen.”

You didn’t want someone just as hot as Nico, you wanted Nico. You hated the fact that there was more than one time that you had pulled up his messages on your phone, part of you unable to delete that conversation thread even though you knew it would be the healthy thing to do. But you weren’t known amongst your friends for doing what was best for your mental wellbeing, so you kept them, going back through the conversations you had in the four months you were seeing him. The last text was what haunted you the most, him telling you that he was going to be back in Switzerland for the summer and that he ‘didn’t want you tied down to one person’ while he was gone.

He said he would text you when he was back. 

He never did. 

There were multiple times when you wanted to text him, but you never did, either. 

“Yeah,” you manage to choke out. “Let’s do it.” 

You spend the rest of the ride in silence, trying to think of where in the bar you would be able to hide from Nico so that he wouldn’t see you. The guys were already inside, Jack telling Nat about 10 minutes ago that they went to start drinking as fast as they could. 

The bar was somehow muggy inside, as if the beer itself hung in the air rather than the sweat of the nearly one hundred drunk people that were crowding every square inch of the floor. Jack was easy to spot for Nat, his five foot eleven frame not the largest of his teammates, but still distinct enough that your roommate had left your side within seconds of entering to be with their partner. 

So much for finding you someone tonight. 

You tried to stay away from him, closer to Nat and Jack as best as you could, but they kept wandering off from you. The last thing you wanted to do was go with them when they were both on their way to drunk and have a history of doing slightly illegal things in the bathrooms at bars. 

You had to find someone to talk to. Any person who looked interesting. Any other guy on the team who you were friends with, but that was really only Jack, and that was really only because he’s dating Nat. Your phone was your only comfort, finding a table that had been pushed up against the wall and hoping that there was something you could doom scroll on that would distract you from looking towards Nico. 

He had the right to do what he wanted at the bar with his teammates. You weren’t together. 

“You ok?” you hear during a lull in the music, pulling you away from your phone for a moment. You didn’t know who was standing in front of you, one of the newer guys from the trade deadline that Nat definitely hadn’t introduced you to. He was waiting for you to respond, looking like he had wanted to sit down with you.

“Yeah, just, not a big ‘going out’ person.”

He lets out a nervous laugh, a smile that sends a jolt through your system that you hadn’t felt in a while. Since Nico, if you were really willing to be honest with yourself. “Me neither, honestly. I’m just here because I didn’t have anything else to do.” 

“I got dragged here with my roommate so they can be with their boyfriend,” you tell him, gesturing to Nat and Jack trying their best to sneak out of the bathroom, Jack’s shirt buttoned wrong, both of their previously neatly styled hair in a mess that you only saw after hearing them the night before. 

“So that’s the infamous Nat,” he says, taking the seat beside you. You nod as he continues, “Jack never shuts up about them. Not that Jack shuts up about anything or anyone, ever, but especially not Nat.” 

“I always knew he was a good one,” you tell him, introducing yourself so he knew you as more than just, ‘his teammate's partner’s roommate.’

“I’m Timo.” 

You spent the rest of the night bouncing between the table and the bar with Timo, him buying you every drink you wanted. There was something about him that was different, but you couldn’t focus all of your attention on him. 

He was talking about his time in San Jose while you were waiting for your next round of drinks. You couldn’t focus on a word he was saying, Nico within your line of sight talking to a girl. A really attractive girl, you might add. You felt your heart drop, feeling a lump in your throat forming faster than you could lie to yourself about that scene having no effect on you. Naturally, Nico would talk to other people. You hadn’t talked to him in two years, let alone seen him in person. Just because you couldn’t get over him, no matter how hard you tried, that didn’t mean he didn’t get over you.

“And then I got traded here, and I love it, so far,” you tune back into Timo, who is suddenly much closer than you remember. It’s just because the bar is loud, people are starting to crowd for drinks, and, fuck, you have to admit, he’s pretty hot. 

Nico was still watching. 

Timo took your hand, leading you off to the table where you were before, the drinks in your hand probably not ones that you needed to begin with. His free hand snaked its way to your waist, pulling you close to him. You could feel your heart racing faster with every inch he got closer to you. You wanted him to kiss you. 

You thought you did. 

“I’m sorry,” you pull away right as his lips were about to meet yours, tears starting to form in your eyes, leaving the drink he bought you in his hands as you ran from him. Your breath catches in your throat while you try to find Nat and Jack, just praying that they weren’t back in the bathroom or too intoxicated in general to help out. 

You heard Timo calling after you, somehow, through the volume of the music and your own drunkenness, breaking through and getting to you. You didn’t want Timo calling your name, you wanted it to be Nico. 

You needed it to be Nico. 

“Hey, hey,” you hear, feeling a familiar hand gently place itself on your arm. You turn around, Nico’s face a mixture of concern and fury. “What did he do?” 

“He, he,” you stammer, the tears falling faster the more you looked at him, every memory you had with him suddenly rushing back into your mind. “He didn’t do anything. You did.”

You yank your arm from him, trying to find anywhere to be in the building that didn’t have one of Nico’s teammates looking at you causing a scene. You knew he was following you, calling your name again and again over the music. People were starting to stare, but no part of you cared, trying harder to not let the tears that were burning your eyes fall down your cheeks. 

Nat and Jack were nowhere to be seen, the rest of Nico’s teammates trying to figure out what was going on when you burst through the front door of the bar, the cold fall air hitting your face as soon as you did. You let out a sob, trying to steady yourself against the wall of the building, sliding down to the ground while people waiting to get in tried to figure out if they should help you or if you were just another drunk person having some sort of meltdown that was none of their business. 

“Hey,” you hear, a soft voice coming from above you. “I’m so sorry if I did something wrong.” Timo slid down next to you. “I read the situation wrong, I thought you were also into me.”

“I am, I just,” you start, trying to think of what to say. 

“Hey, what the fuck did you do?” Nico yells, pulling Timo off the ground. “What did he do to make you cry?”

“Nico, stop,” you let out, Timo looking both confused and terrified by his new captain’s hand on his shirt collar. “He didn’t do anything.”

“What the fuck did I miss?” Timo asked, slowly trying to back away from Nico staring you down. 

“Why can you talk to other people and I can’t?” you ask him, feeling your sadness turn into anger. “You had no issue not talking to me for the last two years.” 

“I’m gonna go,” Timo lets out, barely loud enough for the two of you to hear and sneaking away before you could notice. 

“You didn’t want to talk to me,” Nico counters, taking a step towards you. “But you wanted to talk to TImo instead?”

“Where the fuck did you get that idea?” 

“You never texted me. You’ve spent the entire night avoiding me. You think I didn’t see you when you were by yourself on your phone?” 

“You were in Sweden. And you could have come up to me and talked to me, what was stopping you? Oh, that’s right, your new girlfriend.”

“Switzerland. And she’s not my girlfriend. I haven’t seen anyone in ages.”

“Wherever you were, you weren’t here,” you tell him, your back against the wall. How long had it been since he had last seen someone? There was no way you had been the last person he was with. “You told me you didn’t want to be tied down while you were back home. You didn’t even want to talk to me, because if you did, you would have.” 

“You’re joking,” he scoffs. “You think I didn’t want to talk to you? Every fucking day I have thought about how our conversations would go when I saw you after you get home from work. I would think about you telling me about your day, about everything you would tell Nat, or whoever you were seeing at the time. Every single person I saw in the last two years, I wanted them to be you.” 

You didn’t know what to say, letting Nico’s words sink in. “Then why didn’t you text me when you came back from Switzerland?” 

Nico took in a deep breath, closing his eyes and tilting his head up to the sky. “Because I thought there was no way someone else wouldn’t have realized how amazing you are. There was no way I could be someone who you thought was worth waiting for.” 

Nico takes a step towards you, his hand gently taking yours. This was a moment you had been thinking about since he left for Switzerland two years ago. You knew he was going to kiss you, having you pinned against the wall of the building. His free hand cupped your cheek.

“There you guys are!” Nat interrupts, them and Jack clearly having just finished up doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing. Nico steps away from you, clearing his throat, the red in his cheeks so noticeable there was no way even your roommate wouldn’t comment on it later.  “We’ve been looking for you, for um.”

“Long enough,” Jack finishes their sentence, a stupid smile covering his face. You knew he was lying, but no part of your brain was letting you focus on that. Nico leaned against the building, his arm up over your head. “The uber’s almost here. Are you ready to go?”

No. “Yes.” 

The three of you leave Nico standing there by himself, Nat and Jack falling asleep in the Uber as soon as it gets on the highway. 

You check your phone for the first time in a while, a lone notification popping up on your phone that hadn’t been there in almost two years. 

‘Nico, iMessage.’ 

[mrsriddles-blog]

Her Girl | P.P

Pairing: Slytherin Fem Reader X Pansy Parkinson

WC: 2k+

Warnings/Notes: Mild language, kissing, angst, drugs…

Summary: Unsure of how either of you feel and not wanting to risk losing one another as a person in each other’s lives, you continue to dance around the truth of your guys’ relationship.

A/N: I am so sorry! It has been ages since I’ve actually posted a piece of writing! This is a draft and I’ve seen all the requests, I’m working through them slowly, but surely! College and work have been a real pain in the ass, so I’m so sorry guys! I’ll probably be switching up the plan I had originally just to try and get some more work out and posted. I’ll also probably do away with the song fics until I have more time on my hands! I’ll try to finish the ones already planned and of course if a request comes up, but it’s super time consuming!

"Hey, who's that?" Lorenzo asks, pointing at you.

You sat alone at a table in the courtyard, your green robes sticking out to your own house. They've never noticed you before and clearly you were new if you were sitting at the Golden Trio's table.

"I don't know, but I feel like we should rescue her before the Golden Trio gets to her." Draco says, looking in the direction of the glaring Gryffindors.

"Too late." Mattheo mumbles, taking another drag from his cigarette.

"Excuse me. Who are you sitting at our table?" Harry asks.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is your name on this table? No, it's not. So it doesn't make it your table. Now get the fuck out of my face." You snap.

The boy who lived was taken aback by your hostility, along with your icy tone. He puts his hands up, deciding not to fight with you. He had no idea who you were anyway, only that you were an enemy by your house colors.

You watch as he backs away, a familiar look of fear in his eyes. You wait until the three fools turn around before focusing back on the letter to your father. You had found you hated Hogwarts as you've faced nothing, but bullying and not to mention you were still friendless after a month. 

You weren't one to give up, but this time...you weren't wanting to fight.

There wasn't anything here for you. No one even in your house has noticed you. You're barely noticed by the professors. It's like you don't exist because you're not apart of their clicks. You pull a cigarette out, lighting it in hopes it'll ease your nerves.

You pack up your belongings, tired of the chatter as you begin walking to the Astronomy Tower in hopes for some peace.

"Sorry, didn't know anyone was up here." You mumble, seeing a girl with long brown hair and green eyes.

She wore no robes, but she wore a green tie—one that hung loosely around her neck. You start to make your way to turn to exit as she speaks.

"No! Wait! Come sit." She says, her cheeks flushing red at sounding so panicked.

Panicked because she realized she'd been quite a tad bit too long and was just staring, so you had begun to walk away. You were hesitant, but you take a seat next to her.

"I'm Pansy Parkinson." She says.

"Y/N Y/L/N." You murmur.

"I've seen you around. I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself sooner. I assumed it would be overwhelming as I'm sure people were eager to meet you. It's not often we get someone in the middle of the year, let alone our fifth year." She explains.

"You're alright. It's been quite the opposite actually. You're the first person to actually speak to me...and notice me. Although, I'm considering lettering my father to get transferred elsewhere." You admit, putting out your cigarette to light another.

"What? Why?" She asks.

"I've faced quite a bit of bullying since I've got here. Not that I've cared. Typically I'll handle it, but I'm not quite sure who keeps pulling their stunts. And I haven't made any friends. It's been hard." You admit quietly.

"Don't send that letter just yet. You are now my friend. Let me introduce you to my other friends later at dinner. It'll be nice to have another girl apart of the group, oh, and I'll figure out who's messing with you, Y/n/n. I'll handle it." She says, giving you a smile.

"That's okay, Pansy. I'll figure it out sooner if later. It's my problem to sort out anyway." You say, managing a soft smile.

"You can handle it, but I'll also be handling it. Trust me, if I don't handle it, the boys will which means all of them will cast hellfire on the unfortunate bloke. The moment they meet you, you'll be apart of our little family." She says.

"Hey, Pansy? I was wondering if—." You say, before stopping.

She was in a dark green lace bra, wearing a mini skirt as she sifted through her closet. She smiles at you, one that sent your stomach in a bunch of flutters. Your cheeks flush red when you realize you were staring.

"What's up, love?" She asks lowly.

You swallow thickly, your thighs not so discreetly clenching together as a heat ignited in your core.

"I...um, nevermind. Sorry, I can't remember what I was going to ask. Sorry, um for barging in." You say, looking anywhere, but her.

"Hey, what happened to your lip?" She asks, stepping forward until she was in front of you.

She lifts a hand, cupping your face as she runs her thumb across your busted lip.

"Nothing." You mumble.

"This isn't nothing." She scolds.

"It's not that big of a deal, Pans." You mumble, pulling back.

She purses her lips, nodding and you sigh, knowing you've pissed her off. You turn, leaving her dorm as you walk back to your dorm.

There was a party tonight and that was what you had gone to talk to Pansy about. You sigh, running a hand through your hair. You wanted to be bold though, so you began the tedious search through your closet.

"Hey, I wanted to talk with you." Theodore says, slipping in your dorm.

You've settled on an outfit and now you just had to get dress. You start to shimmy your way out of your jeans.

"What's up?" You ask.

"So—oh, hey Pans." He says.

Her eyes were on you as you were half-naked in front of Theodore Nott—one of the two most notorious boys in Slytherin who screwed with girls.

"Oh...when did this happen?" Pansy asks quietly.

"It's not that, Pansy. I've seen her naked like a lot now. Friends only, pinky swear." He says, leaning back on your bed.

You rolled your eyes, seeing she wasn't convinced. You pull on the skirt and look at her.

"I'm gay, Pansy." You say.

"Oh!" She says, her cheeks flushing red.

"You really think this girl would let me sleep with her and let me see her naked on a daily basis? No! She'd kick my ass." He snorts.

"I-I've got to finish getting ready. Sorry! I can't remember what I was going to ask...actually, I do. I'm sorry, I got cold and I iced you out because you weren't comfortable telling me what happened." She says.

"Pans, it was a stupid argument I got into. I shouldn't have listened because I know the truth anyway. It's seriously no biggie. Go finish getting ready. You and I will slay this party, more so you." You say, smiling softly at her.

She smiles, her cheeks flushing red, but she leaves. You look back at your skirt and fix it before pulling your shirt over your head.

"So, that answered my question. One of them at least. But, do you like her?" Theodore asks, unfazed as you take your bra off and pull on the lace bralette that was a dark green.

"Of course I do! She's a great friend...she's been accepting of me since day one and she's been nice despite me having my days sometimes. She's always understanding and I love that. No one has been that way for me. Ever. I've never really experienced the love and care of friends until her...and of course you guys, but she and I are always going to be a little closer obviously." You ramble, pulling on the black blazer.

"I meant in a more than friend way." He says, lighting a cigarette.

You sigh, sitting at your vanity as you straighten your hair, going for a bold look. You settle on a vibrant red lipstick along with dark eyeshadows.

"Yeah, but that won't ever happen, Theo. She doesn't like me that way. Not to mention...I've tried to subtly hint to her only for her to brush past it. I've gotten my hint, so I'm going to be thankful I even have her in my life as a friend." You explain.

"God, you are blind." He mumbles.

"And what are you talking about?" You ask.

"I'm talking about the way she talks about you to us when you aren't around. It's like, she's in some dream. She gets this dreamy smile and look to her eye when she thinks or talks about you. She lights up when you're around. She cares about you, worried when you're having an off day or if you get in a fight. She's just scared to lose you. You are more than her girl than you realize. And what about that fight you got into with that Ravenclaw who was calling her a fag and stuff? That's just being friendly?" He asks.

"You're telling me you wouldn't have fought her for that?" You deadpan, turning to him.

"One, I would have if she was a he as I don't hit girls. Two, is that all you got from what I said?" He asks.

"Theo, I can't lose her. I don't think you realize what that will do to me if I lose her. It's not that I don't want to believe what you're saying. I just don't want to get my hopes up. What if you're looking for the same thing I am?" You ask.

"I guess we'll find out tonight. I heard a certain Gryffindor was going to show her moves on Pans tonight. Just know it's on you for letting her slip away." He says, leaving your dorm.

You frown, looking at your vanity for a moment before finishing up your makeup. You pull on your heels with the snake coiled around the heel as music began to play. You debated on even going to this party.

You went nonetheless, striding towards the bar where you mixed up a drink that was borderline death itself. Your eyes found Pansy chatting it up with Hermione Granger of all people. You frown, not noticing a Hufflepuff sixth year striding towards you.

"I'm Anna!" She calls, sending a flirty smile your way.

"Y/n!" You call, smiling back slightly.

Pansy had tuned Hermione out, her eyes on you before she stormed over to the boys. She smacked Theodore in the head who curses.

"What the hell!? I thought you said she liked me!" She snaps.

"She does! What the hell was that for?" He says, rubbing his head.

"She's talking to that sixth year Hufflepuff! That's what it was for!" She snaps.

"I said she likes you. I even told her that Hermione was going to make a move on you if she didn't. I never said she'd make the move though. You are really important to her, she doesn't want to lose you. She rather have you as a friend than lose you because she doesn't believe you like her." He explains.

"So, she's going to just dance with her? Are you actually listening to whether she likes me or not or are you just a fucking bloke?" She snaps.

"That busted lip is because she got into a fight with a Ravenclaw who was calling you some nasty names. I believe I heard her say something across the lines of don't talk shit about my girl. You can stand here and sulk about her dancing with Anna, or you can go get your girl. Your choice." He says.

Pansy looks at him with malice before relaxing and sighing as a tired look washes over her face. She looks up at you to see you dancing with Anna still.

"I'll handle, Anna. It won't go anywhere obviously, but just so you can whisk her away." Astoria says, taking her pin out of her hair and shaking her curls free.

Astoria was a new friend of the group because of her arranged marriage with Draco, but only the group knew of the arrangement.

Pansy strides towards the dancing crowd and grabs your hand. You look at her as Astoria whisks Anna away. Pansy pulls you off to a secluded corner and sighs.

"I'm a bloody idiot for not realizing how you felt. But, that makes you one too as you haven't realized how I felt." She sighs.

"What?" You ask oblivious.

"I like you, Y/n/n. I have for awhile." She chuckles.

"I...I like you too, Pans. I just...didn't think you would ever feel that way for me." You admit quietly.

"Fucking hell, shut up and let me kiss you." She laughs.

Your cheeks flush red, but nonetheless, you let her pull you in by your hips, your lips meeting her soft ones that tasted like her cherry lipgloss. You smile into the kiss as your guys' guy friends started to whoop and holler for you both. You flipped them the middle finger as Pansy's hands move to your ass.

"She's got her girl." Theodore chuckles.

"The hell they'll be together." Mattheo laughs.

[reconstructwriter]

Neighbors

The apartment was a good price for its level here in Coruscant. Rent to own. You don't see anything wrong with the foundation or the piping or the paint to indicate expensive trouble. Most of the neighbors seem fine. It’s right next to the Jedi Temple and its weird wizard monks. But the price…

You move in and nothing happens. You've heard all manner of rumors about the Jedi but the only encounter you have is a normal, neighborly delivery of home-made treats. Everything is amazing, do the Jedi put crack in all their food or something?

Half a year later there's a plumbing issue. It behaves itself only when somebody else comes by. You’re at wits ends. They’re your neighbors, that means they should help you out right? So you go to one of the temple guards.

Umm excuse me, my house, my apartment there's something wrong with the plumbing but no one seems to figure out what it is or believe me. Can you check on it? The Temple Guard might as well be made of stone. But minutes later another Jedi comes.

She does indeed check the problem and fix it. It would have cost you who knows how much. You insist on feeding her. Afterwards you take meals to the Temple for a week. They really did save you a lot of money and it's neighborly.

When Qui-Gon Jinn's death appears on the news, you give your condolences. And your gratitude they stopped that awful Naboo invasion. The Trade Federation is awful. But the new chancellor sounds like he will do right thing and kick them out of the Senate.

He never does.

When the war comes, you give the Jedi some good luck victory herbs you grew in your kitchen and thank them for their service. And find out they were drafted into that service. The one you meet would much rather negotiate for peace. You’re sorry.

The Jedi grow weary. You bring them what you can and help what you can. So does everyone in your building. The Jedi are constantly injured, tired, and the war only grows worse. Others say they're warmongers. You and yours post the truth on the holo net.

The truth doesn't seem to matter to anyone else, even when the Jedi defend Coruscant itself and everyone near the Temple takes shelter during the invasion. You help deliver things to their Infirmary, to the Jedi and the clones there. They are too kind for war.

One night you wake to screams. To blaster fire. You grab your pepper spray in one hand and a hammer in the other and peek out your apartment door. The temple is on fire. Awful sounds within. You should help them. That is neighborly. You are afraid.

You finally work up the courage to get to the door. There is no familiar guard. You knock very quietly. No one answers. You swallow and nudge the door open. “Hello,” you whisper “Are you alright?” You can only hear more screams and shots.

Finally a Jedi appears. They look awful. They beg you to help the little ones in their arms. “I’ll be right back,” they assure as you take the little ones. They lied. They never come back. You learn about the treason later, but that's not possible. And even if it is…

They didn’t deserve THIS.

The new emperor moves in. The wiser of your neighbors move out. You hide the little ones and feed them. When the clones come looking for Jedi you lie. The laws pass and the neighborly aid you give becomes illegal. They’re so young. You hope they’ll be okay.

Some people didn't want to be around the Jedi temple. No one really wanted to be around Palpatine’s palace. Not even his cronies. You are caught because you can't get anything for your place and you can't afford to move.

There is something wrong with the emperor's palace. It's haunted they say. He does unnatural things there. You can feel the cold coming from that place. You don't dare welcome them with food. They don’t bring you any. Some nights you still hear screams

one night you swear you see the ghost of a temple guard, several burned holes in them, blood dribbling down their robes. The ghost looks at you at points away. You can't afford to move but you go anyway. Afterward you learned the building and inhabitants were…confiscated.

[yandere-sins]

So I thought I’d give a little life-update as there’s a lot going on at the moment and I think it’s visible on my blog as well. Maybe the positives first:

I do really like my new work, I like that I have set hours (even if I do overtime here and there) and though it got incredible stressful the last few weeks, I think the four people that work in my office space are the coolest in the whole company and I love the support I am getting, it’s something I always wanted for my work-life tbh! My dog is also doing very fine, she’s really a total sweetheart and I wouldn’t know what to do without her, and at least I, myself, am doing pretty okay-ish physically, so nothing to complain there.

Now to the negatives.

Unfortunately, my mom’s cancer returned but is quite hard to pinpoint. She went back to an even more aggressive chemotherapy and we’re hoping for the best. Honestly, I don’t wish cancer on anyone, it’s such a tough battle and even just as the primary caretaker it’s been really hard to deal with for me, luckily I have grandparents and a brother who all deal with it and help and support, so that’s good! My mental health though is suffering. It’s biting my own butt now, but I cancelled therapy to focus on work at the beginning of this year and now my therapist is fully booked, so I will have to sit out this month probably. I am telling that because that’s the reason I am struggling with concentrating on one thing for a long time, which includes writing, which explains the fluctuation of posts you are seeing, since I try to get requests and drafts done on the weekend when there’s less stress. Sadly only works like 30% of the time...

Going forward I have decided to indefinitely pause commissions. I have noticed that they put too much pressure with the deadline and expectancy on me when I am already struggling and sometimes need a day to myself. I can’t say when they’ll come back, but thank you all so much for your interest and support, it’s always a pleasure to write your ideas and I never had a bad experience with commission ♥

Good news for Mermay: it’s still happening! ... buuuut I am shortening the story I came up with. I think I was too ambitious with the three routes I teased, so I am trying to figure out how to ensure that it won’t drag out as much as Atreo’s story last year. Unfortunately, the start will be delayed some more, but we were going to celebrate Mer-June anyway, so at this point it probably doesn’t make as much difference (’:

Because the question arose a few times already, I will not be playing Honkai Star Rail. It has a few reasons, but the main one is I don’t have the time. Sorry to everyone who asked about it, but it’s just not the right time for me at the moment! ): I’ll probably be miserable again later when everyone has moved on to it and I am stuck behind but I have to make cuts somewhere ;;

I actually have some commissions and requests that I haven’t released yet, so I will try to schedule some of these in the meantime while I work out how to go about stuff. If you’ve been around for a while you probably know I like routines that’s why it’s always important for me to build them and keep them up. Other than that, I’ll probably focus on Mermay and my own writing projects which will happen rather irregularly. No guarantees on posting, sadly ):

I do realize tho that it just isn’t always possible to keep up frequency of posts and interactions I had when I started this blog, as much as it saddens me. I have to prioritze my real life before my internet presence (and I really need to not feel guilty about taking breaks from everything ever so often ;;), so if you see me vanishing for a few days, it’s just that really.

Thank you everyone who stuck around and supports this blog ♥ There’s another big milestone coming up veeery soon and I am always in awe that so many people would stay to read my silly little stories!! If you have some time and don’t mind waiting for a response, I’m always happy to chat and answer questions, so please don’t hesitate to hit me up!

Thanks everyone ♥

[freshrained]

BOY WITHOUT A CAR / A.I

Requested; no, but requests are open!

Pair; Ashton x reader

Note; first longer writing that im posting to Tumblr, and its sort of an au, based in 2013/2014. this has been sitting in my drafts for almost two years and it just needs to be posted lol, please be kind & i would love any type of feedback. more to come

Prompt; somewhat based off of boy without a car by the vamps

Word count; 1k

———

He sat there under the tree just glancing at her while trying to remember the rhythms he had to know for band practice later.

It was his typical spot, usually to just watch her with her friends. Everyday he'd come to the same tree in the courtyard of school. Most of the time it was a way for him to get away from his friends that were pissing him off, but he just wanted to see her, other than at 3AM.

He knew her, but she didn’t talk to him while they were at school, or public in general. He understood though, she was popular and he wasn’t. He was just in a lame band and he didn’t quite have himself figured out.

His fingers had stopped moving and he realized that he was staring at her, when she glared back he knew he had to leave. He just wanted to talk to her, tell her how he felt, but he knew she wouldn’t feel the same way about him.

hey pretty face, I need to tell you something xx

He sent it as soon as he was out of her sight. He couldn’t get over her, and the fact that he knew she didn’t even care about the ‘friends’ she was with, even if she never really got close with them.

Ashton knew she didn’t get close to anyone, but he was an exception, and he still didn’t understand the girl.

“Bro you’re late. Again,” Calum muttered, confused to who he had been texting, and he used to never be late to a band practice.

“I know, just kinda got caught up at school,” Ashton didn’t even think twice about his answer and avoided eye contact with the dark haired boy.

“Ash, come on that’s been your excuse for the last week, what the hell is going on?” Calum quirked a brow, not putting up with his bullshit.

“Calum, I’m serious, school has been kicking my ass and I’ve been trying to learn new songs, promise it won’t happen again,” he looked up at Calum, defeated because he didn’t want Calum to be disappointed in him.

“Just fucking play the songs,” Calum spat, hoping Ashton would spill at some point what he was actually doing.

“Stop being such a fucking asshole, Calum,” Luke glared at him, being the only person to know what Ashton was dealing with, he knew Ashton was being lead on, he knew Ashton was gonna get hurt at some point. He tried to tell Ashton and he wouldn’t listen.

“Guys its fine, he’s right, I’ve been late recently, I’ll step it up,” Ashton mumbled while sitting on the drum stool, hoping they would just drop the subject.

“How do we expect him to be on time when he doesn’t have a car and rides a bike?” Michael spoke up, trying to help Ashton out, even though he didn’t really know what was happening.

———

Once band practice was over, Ashton didn’t even know what to do. He still had 4 hours until he could go and meet her, so he decided to keep texting her and he knew it was a bad idea.

You know, ive never met a girl like you

Im glad i did though

Because you always have me wanting more

She never responded to him, but it was normal. He’d text her, she wouldn’t respond and they would still end up meeting at 3AM anyways. It was always at the park, and even though she didn’t wanna be seen with him, she went with it, and has kept with it.

3:01AM

“Ash you’re late,” she faintly smiled, hoping he would sit next to her.

“I know, just kind of confused because you still show up, and still meet me here. And I know you don’t get close to anyone. I’m just wondering how we got this far I guess,” he rambled taking the seat next to her. Ashton was so caught up in looking at her, he didn’t even realize she was speaking to him.

“I don’t know, you’re just easy to talk to I guess, you understand me, trust me I’m surprised we still meet every night too,” she hoped she didn’t lead him on because it was all fun in the beginning until she caught feelings for the boy she couldn’t be seen with.

“Don’t quite understand how this happened though, like I’m just a boy without a car, you have a car, you have guys lined up with cars that want to date you.  I ride my bike everywhere, and that’s no way to get around. like girls like you don’t talk to guys like me. and it’s so easy to talk to you, like I literally pour my heart and soul out to you and you don’t ever judge me, I just wish you felt the same way about me,” the last part he whispered, hoping she didn’t catch it.

“Fuck Ashton, if you had any idea about the way I felt about you, you wouldn’t be left high and dry all of the time,” she looked up at him, thankful something was finally being done about it.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He was confused, especially because she felt the same way towards him, even if she ignored him at school and wouldn’t ever respond to his messages.

“If it hasn’t been obvious this whole time, I like you, and I love talking to you, I know I might not be good at showing that, but if you wouldn’t be a dumb boy for 2 seconds you would know I like you back and would of interacted with you more,” she was messing with the hole in her jeans, becoming more nervous by the second because she really did like him and wished she hadn’t treated him the way that she did.

“y’know, you’re like rain, I love to drown myself in it,” Ashton smiled, glad his feelings finally got across to her.

“Glad to say that I feel the same way,”  she smiled, thankful for all of the times they met up to talk at 3AM.

[seokjinsonlyone]

[open discussion]

it is i the queen of fostering delusions back again to make y’all get a lil crazy 🤪🤙

so imagine like bts aren’t idols right and one of them accidentally got you pregnant…. who would it be? like who would you want to be your baby daddy? what do you think coparenting would be like? would you end up with them or is it like take your 18 years and dip?

and to make things even more interesting who WOULDNT you want to be your baby daddy and why 👀

as always i’ll put on my clown suit first 🤡🎪

so obviously my first pick is my bias my sweetheart my cutie pie seokjin like i don’t think we would end up together 😓 but as far as coparenting goes i think that would be as close to ideal as it would get. like i think he’d be very involved in the entire process from the beginning like doctors appointments checking in on me making sure i had everything i wanted/needed i just think he’d be super supportive; we might even live together for a bit after the baby born for the sake of stability and the fact that he wants to be around for everything and i’m not letting my newborn out of my sight 😃 ; i think we’d have good communication and parenting styles and it’d just be really easy and natural with him; and later on down the line if he or we had our own separate families i think we’d be very amicable and our child would rarely feel torn or like they didn’t belong <333

second pick is park jimin like i think he’d wanna be just as involved in the beginning but very clueless a little frantic and it would take some time for him to really get himself together but when the baby got here he’d be a natural like fatherhood would suit him so well like i’m getting a very distinct image of him carrying the child in nothing but his briefs that doesn’t have anything to do with anything but i thought i’d plant the image anyway; we wouldn’t live together or anything but he’d be over all the time probably crash on the couch every now and again while the baby is a baby; when the kid is a little older i have this image of him dropping them off and being all like “make sure you be good and listen to your mother, okay? i love you” and then when he done saying goodbye to the kid he gives me a kiss on the cheek too and that happens every time he’s either dropping off or picking them up ☺️; like i just think there would be so much mutual love and respect for each other that it would never work out with anyone else like if we tried dating other people we would always end up strongly disliking the other’s partner and that would always be a source of tension but at the same time when it came to our partners they would never be able to say anything about about us like i can just imagine jimin with a gf or whatever and she coming slick out her mouth about me tryna be on his side after we had it out and he would be like “🤨 watch your mouth that’s the mother of my child” ☺️☺️☺️; all this to say that we’d probably end up together like it would take a good few years like the child would be conscious of the circumstances but we would make it work and end up getting married and then probably having like 1 or 2 more kids tbh

NOW ON THE FLIP SIDE so sorry to this man but i would not want tae to be my baby daddy like REMEMBER we talking about a non idol tae and i just feel it in my soul that non idol tae would be what i like to call (and i’m black so i can say this don’t try to come for me 🤚) a nigga with a dream and one thing bout a nigga with a dream is they gon chase it no matter what now there’s nothing wrong with having a dream or a goal you want to reach but this specific subset of people with dreams are unrealistic about their current situation and the goal they want to achieve and how they plan to get there like i can see him quitting jobs bc he decide he don’t like it no more and jumping from place to place it’s supposed to be his weekend with the baby and i got things to do and he never show up bc he slept all day bc he stayed up all night drafting up some sort of business proposal that’s never gonna see the light of day i’m banging his line and he not picking up then his mom show up to come get the child later that night apologizing like it would stress me out; i think he’d be great with the child tho like the baby would think he hung the moon would absolutely love they daddy but that man would pluck every nerve i got and it’s a shame bc he is so fine smh

honorable mention also to yoongi like i’m so on the fence about this man bc we are the same person but with different belief systems and that makes for a very toxic situation tbh 💀 like we would do petty stuff to piss each other off like he’d drop the baby off with a daddy’s little boy/girl onesie on just to irk me and bc we would probably have different parenting styles we would end up undermining each other even if it won’t always on purpose which would lead to hushed arguments whenever we had to interact; i think we’d be able to come together for the big stuff but on the daily i can feel my blood pressure rising already; still we’d always make sure our child respected each other as parents and we’d both be respectively good at our roles; now this is obviously not the most ideal situation but the tension between us would be giving enemies to lovers and like i’ve been romanticising toxicity lately and so it’s kinda 🥵

now i’ve rambled for way too long i pass the torch to you 🫡

[autumnalwalker]

Untitled Solarpunk Witch draft, chapter 0.0

Prologue: Setting Out

“I try to avoid drawn out goodbyes these days.  So obviously the solution was to leave in the middle of the night without telling anyone.”

I run through the mental checklist one more time.  Broom?  Fully charged and ready to go.  Cauldron? Securely clipped to the broom.  Wand?  Strapped to arm for safety during flight.  Grimoire?  In backpack.  Hat?  On the bed, I’ll grab it on the way out.  Clothes?  See grimoire.  Well, enough of them anyway.  Probably.  The rest can go to the dorm’s next lucky occupant.  Familiar?  Perched on the front of the broom, regal as her namesake.

You forgot your toothbrush.

I slap my forehead as I run to the bathroom to pack it.

And floss.  And deodorant.  And -

“Yeah, I got it.  Don’t need the full itemized list.”

But I like giving it.

I finish stuffing the assorted toiletries in their travel bag. “You like my reaction.”

That’s a semantic difference.

As I return to the bed and start trying to figure out how to make room in my already overstuffed backpack, Bast(et)’s voice flows through my head again.

You also forgot to file your selected village with the order.

“I didn’t forget, I’m planning on doing it enroute.”  I yank out a robe and drop it on the bed next to the hat.  Everything fits now.

You haven’t even decided where you’re going yet.

I fish a die out of a pocket.  “I’m about to.”

In one of those expressions too human for their forms that familiars tend to make, Bast(et) arches an eyebrow at me.

You can’t be serious.

I start shaking the die around in my cupped hands.  “Call it trusting in fate to take me where I need to be.”

It’s distancing yourself from responsibility for your decisions.

“That’s a semantic difference.”  I let the die go, rolling across the bedside table.  Immediately realizing my mistake, I lunge to stop it before it falls off the edge, bumping my head on the glow bulb and dropping the room into semi-darkness in the process.

“Not a word.”

Rubbing my head with one hand and tapping the bulb again with the other, I find Bast(et)’s shiny black and gold form now sitting on the table, one paw covering the die.  She looks me dead in the eye for a heartbeat and then knocks the numbered cube onto the floor.

Together, we watch it bounce and roll once more, teeter on a corner, and fall back.  Six pips face the ceiling.

“Zello it is.”

And you know where that is?

“Close enough.  It’s the swampy one.”

As I bend down to pick up the die, Bast(et) pounces onto my shoulder.  There was a time that would have knocked me over.

Did you even read the info packets?

“Easier to put aside preconceived notions when I don’t have any, right?”  I return the die to its pocket then hoist the backpack onto my unoccupied shoulder.

And this is why you only barely graduated.

I grab my hat off the bed and pull the strap down to keep it in place for the flight.  “But I did graduate.”

Stepping back from the bed, I give my home of the past few years one last look.  The order encourages us to try not to get too attached to material goods, so there’s not much.  There’s not nothing either.  Humans being humans, a few trinkets and keepsakes inevitably coalesce over time.  Nothing I think I’ll miss though.  Not when I know it’ll get passed on to the next student to inherit the room.  

Still, I change my mind at the last minute and grab the robe I’d pulled out a minute ago and step back over to the broom.  As Bast(et) hops from my shoulder back to her usual spot I crouch down,  pop open the cauldron, stuff the robe inside, and re-latch the lid.

Bast(et) makes the low hum that’s her equivalent of a sigh.

“It’ll be fine.”

I’m not reminding you to take it out before you fire it up later.

“You know, if you didn’t want me doing things this way you could just say so.  Or send a message right now and let everyone know I’m about to leave.”  I sidle over and tap out the broom’s activation code.  It hums to life, rises, wobbles as it calibrates the unusual load from the cauldron, and stabilizes.  Perfect.

If I was the kind of familiar who would do that I never would have chosen you in the first place.

I stand up and scratch her behind the ears.  “I knew you loved me.”

She purrs for a moment before catching herself.  If I mention it later, she’d say it was just the broom I heard.  I chuckle and step over to the window.  I make a point of not looking down as I open it.  What I’m about to do isn’t exactly proper broom technique.

As I guide the broom by hand through the window with a prayer of thanks that I didn’t mismeasure the cauldron’s ability to fit, I hear a Last chance to back out, from Bast(et).

“Way to make sure I don’t.”  I push the broom the rest of the way out.  It drops out of sight.  I don’t hear a crash, but that doesn’t stop the brief moment of panic that I feel until I stick my head out and see it floating a couple feet down, Bast(et) looking utterly unphased, already mag-locked on.

I force a grin, pull on my goggles, take a deep breath, and climb out myself.  I take one more glance down to make sure I don’t miss, and then jump before I can second guess myself further.  I land hard enough that I’m going to be feeling it for the rest of the flight and for a stomach churning second the broom drops before restabilizing.

Interfacing with the broom, Bast(et) and I turn it away from the dorm and rise.  Above the treetops and into the sky.  I take a moment to admire the lights.  The compound down below with the celebration I should be attending.  The arcology to the north, rising above the forest.  The stars and moon above.  A full moon; auspicious, and half the reason I wanted to leave tonight, not that I’d ever admit it.

Nice night for a flight.

“That it is.  That it is.”

We turn south, toward Zello.  Toward what might be our new home.

[sanmisui]

Venting and rambling about writing:

Maybe my fanfic would be better off without all those smutty implications that I’m adding.

Seriously,,,,, the story would work either way. It’s just my stupid brain not understanding that it ain’t necessary for a fanfic to have these things. But also everything sort of sucks. My writing is painfully mid. The story is long and it’s been dragging me down and I have no idea what I’m doing anymore,,,, ughhh.

I have lotsa drafts,,,, but nothing fits into the current story. So I will make more stories once the current one is done,,,, but I know that the ending will suck. My brain is bad.

Nothing really matters, I’m just writing nonsense. I’m gonna take it out and just end the day and write something else n get back to the mid section later.

My writing isn’t linear. I start somewhere n add a break n go to the next section and then I go back to fill the blanks and connect the plots together.

Sometimes I need to shove things back or take them out entirely. That’s just how the creative progress works,,,, it is what it is,,,,

I wish somebody would give me clearer instructions on what to add and what to leave out. I mean,,,, who the fuck wants to read about washing the dishes? On multiple occasions?? It adds some minor detail and it makes the story longer… ooooooh the story is so goddamn long I think it’s almost at 100k words???? How did I even do that? It’s been 6 months. Is that good or bad? I don’t read that many stories. Or only short ones. But they get everything done and sorted easy peasy,,,,, my story is filled with convoluted garbage and it’s just a retelling of the goddamn anime for the most of it,,,, with a few extras and boiiiii is it boring? I’m bored. Not sure if that’s just me cuz I know what my brain is cooking up and boi did it add too much sugar to the alphabet soup,,,, who the fuck adds sugar to their soup anyways?????

I avoid conflict. But I need conflict. I gotta write about the goddamn conflict. How do I write? Hell, I haven’t got a clue as to what I’m even doing with this story. It’s an x Reader Story, there won’t be that many people craving for it’s conclusion… I think I hate the story cuz I put too much of myself into the personality of the mc. Yeahhh maybe that is it?

I also suck at writing the dude who we r romancing. Maybe it’s all just too much of a mess?

But I still need to finish it!!!! I can’t just drop it? It’s almost done! Just… uh… a few more chapters?

Maybe 2 or 3? I could end it rather quickly if I end it on a sour note. Would people hate me for that? Probably. It might be for the best. I am not really vibing with this story anymore. I already ruined it for myself. N I put too much pressure on my mushy brain. It’s gonna be over soon… hopefully. Maybe I’d be more hyped about it, if people gave me better feedback? There isn’t much of a reason for me to keep writing. But I would hate for it to end without a proper ending. So I’ll write an ending and get it done and then I will start with something new.

Maybe I’m merely sad cuz I didn’t get as much interaction as I would’ve liked? My confidence is frail. If people don’t give me input on how things are for them, I’ll assume that they hate everything that I came up with. But once it’s done and released, it’d be blasphemous to go back and rewrite it…

Heck the story doesn’t even have a proper title. It pops up when u search for the character… which is bad!! Cuz the story is rated M but there don’t seem to be any hindrances for accessing it??? It’s just up on Google and anyone can click on it??? If you search for it on quotev, u gotta turn on adult content to see it but what’s the point if Google smacks it right in your face???

It prolly doesn’t fall under mature content… I haven’t written a whole lot of heehoo stuff cuz I’m too much of a coward. Godddd I should’ve put it on ao3 instead… but it’s too late for that and also… I like quotev. U can add pictures lolol. It’s more befitting of a beginner such as myself. But I should’ve tagged it better? Honestly, I’ve never written a serious story before. No idea what to tag outside of the characters. Hell. I don’t even know where the story is going or what’s going to happen next, cuz I write as I think and I think as I go and I’m not doing a whole lot of planning ahead.

I’m rambling so goddamn much on this post here cuz I don’t have any friends or confidants. No way of asking for directions. It’s always just me talking to myself for hours and my mental health is shredded like discarded papers.

Ughhhhhhhhh. I hate being creative. I think I’ll get something to drink and then I’ll just lay here for a bit.

[willowcrowned]

it took me four straight hours but I have FINISHED the draft for the phonological grammar for dathomiri and boy HOWDY do I want to keel over and die

[lovingelegance]

hey hey yomi!! i was wondering if u can write something about scaramouche tries to be dominant in bed but the second y/n scold him..he ends up liking it and turn out to be more submissive and maybe add a bit overstimulation too? ty :D

Hii! Of course, you’re like my first request so I’ll try my best on this fanfic!! ^^ Sorry to keep you waiting, I had some exams coming up.. I hope you like it!

|| “Brat Tamer” Scaramouche X Reader ||

Includes : blow-job, (Reader giving, Scara receiving) swallowing cum, punishment, (overstimulation) dacryphilia, | please notify me if I’m missing anything!

You were licking his tip, teasing him. Slowly taking him in your mouth. Looking up at him with those eyes. Never breaking the eye contact with you and Scaramouche. You swirled your tongue around his cock, causing him to tremble a bit. His breathing starts to get shaky as he bites his lip.

“Fuck.. stop teasing-..” He says as he groans. He grabs a fist full of your hair and tries to face fuck you, you gave him that cold glare of yours before he does. Scaramouche was always an impatient man. Maybe you have to teach him some manners, sooner or later.

Soon, you deep-throated him. The pleasure was overwhelming for him. Though, he wanted more. He wanted more of you. He wanted more. He needed more. Lust was slowly taking over him, his body heating up. You loved his reactions, so you quicken your pace. Scaramouche’s moans and panting filled up the room along with the lewd noises while you suck his cock. He thrusted into your mouth harshly. Scaramouche threw his head back as he was in ecstasy. Cum ran down your throat as you swallowed.

“Who told you, you could cum?” You take his cock out of your mouth, as you snap at him. He got sent back to reality after his orgasm, he tried being dominant. However, it felt natural being submissive to you. It just felt right. Was he going to throw away his pride and ego? Just to submit? Yes. “I-“ you cut him off and wrapped your hands around his cock, jerking him off at a rapid pace. Him throwing his head back once again, feeling the familiar emotion once again. “Let’s see how many times I can make you cum..” you say with a seductive tone, the one he loved. He could feel it through his whole body, fuck. He was going to cum again.. His whole body heats up while he shuts his eyes. Letting out a loud moan, “Y-Y/N- Ah- ‘m Cumming—!” He came all over your hands.. You start jerking him off at a rough pace once again.

“Nghh-, plea-please— it’s too much~!” Scaramouche whined out, you went up to him facing him. You quickly pulled him into a sloppy kiss. One of your hands were free, putting one of your hand on the back of his head. Making out with him, tongues intertwined with one another’s. Swapping saliva, drool coming down his chin. You could feel and hear his moaning still. He looked like an absolute mess. Pulling away for air, “Didn’t you want me to stop teasing you earlier?..” you say while jerking him off at a much faster pace. He couldn’t deny it, he couldn’t deny that he said that but now he was too overwhelmed by the pleasure. He couldn’t say anything, all the words coming from his mouth were incoherent now. He felt his body tense up again, arching his back a bit.. “Y/N~! I’ll be good- I’ll- I’ll be soso g-good for you—!” Tears ran down his face. God he looked so fucking hot in this state. You hurry up your pace, “Cum for me, Scaramouche.” With your permission he finally came once more.

“You know, you look hot like this..” you whisper in his ear, blush covering his face while he hides his face with his hands. “Sh-Shut up..” pulling away his hands from his face, you saw him avoid eye contact with you. You smile knowing that he has been put in his place. (For now that is,)

A/N: hello! This has been in my drafts for like too long, exams, school and stuff, ahhh but anyway I hope whoever requested enjoyed. If not, you can always shoot me another request in more detail! (This applies to anyone) have a great day! <3

[camillyb]

‘Pahele’-“Trapped”

Part One.

Pairing: Danny Williams x Reader.

Steve McGarrett x Reader (Unrequited love).

Requested by @pumpkinfriend : “Hi! I would LOVE a Danny x reader story :) Maybe Steve and Danny rescue reader from a dangerous situation. Both take a liking to her, kinda competing for her attention/feelings... Reader likes them both, is lighty flirty with both... Does that makes sense? Thank you!”

Characters that may appear or be mentioned: Steve McGarrett, Danny Williams, Kono Kalakaua, Chin Ho Kelly, Kamekona, Wo Fat, Duke Lukela, Grace Williams, Capt. Lou Grover, Joe White, Catherine Rollins.

Warnings: Kidnapping, knife wounds, torture, blood, fractured rib, strangulation, angst.

Words: 625

A/N: ok, i already had one started drafting a while ago, i loved writing this request. sorry for the delay to post, i’m full of tests... anyway, i hope you like it, and let me know what you think! remember, requests are still open!

Sista = Sister.

Brah = Bro/Brother.

It was midnight when you woke up when you heard a noise downstairs in your house. You always went to sleep with your gun tucked away in the top drawer of the desk beside your bed, you learned from your father’s friend Joe White. How did your father and Joe meet? Simple. Both served in the Navy, however, Y/N’s father died in combat.

You left the room trying to make as little noise as possible, with your gun pointed straight ahead and started down the stairs, watching a male figure going through the closets.

“Hey. You there. Five-zero, raise your hands where I can see it!” - Her face softened when she saw Kamekona.

“Easy there sista!” - He raised his hands. The question is, why was Kamekona at her house? Well, you got hurt a while ago and he volunteered to cook, so sometimes he showed up at your house.

“Kamekona! How many times have I said that when you’re coming, it’s to let you know brah? And it’s half past midnight! What are you doing here?” - You approached lowering the gun while rubbing your free hand over your face.

“So sista, you know what it is...” - He started to try to explain himself until he was interrupted.

“No, you know what? Don’t even tell me what you came here for. We had a big gang case that resulted in murder today and now I just want to sleep, so whatever you do and if you want the guest room is free... Good night, Kame!” - You turned your back and started to climb the steps, however, stopped halfway turning around again. - “And give me back my keys, you can put in the first drawer on the right of the desk that has in the office...” - You smiled and continued up the stairs.

“Thanks sister! Night!”

Little did she know the day would be long...

• • ────────────── • •

6:30 am... Time to get up!

When your father passed away, the only father figure you had was Joe. Your mother died a while later too, she had cancer, it was in an advanced stage, little chance of cure. When she passed away, you only had Joe, he promised he would take care of you.

As a good soldier’s daughter and later raised by a soldier, you learned to get up early and go for a run.

“Morning brah!” - You said when you entered the kitchen and saw that he was also awake.

“Good morning!”

“Kame, I’m going out for a run ok.” - You started moving away from the kitchen.

“Done!”

“Oh, I almost forgot...” - You turned around - “When I leave, lock the door, don’t let anyone in.”

“Everything’s ok?” - He asked as he approached.

“Yeah, of course. Just in case. See you later, I’ll show up in the truck.” - You turned and ran out the door.

• • ────────────── • •

As you ran, you always paid attention to your surroundings, being a target of Wo Fat was a problem.

Wo Fat was behind Shelburne, in his view, Wo Fat acts out of impulsiveness. If he catches someone, he insists and insists on getting the victim to talk, even if he keeps denying it. Torture is not very cool...

When you were younger, you had already been kidnapped, but as you were trained by Joe, you managed to escape from the place where you were taken.

Even being observant, felt that someone was following you, but you didn’t give that much importance. There were times when u received letters at your house, with no sender only the recipient, you.

• • ────────────── • •

“Steve?” - Danny called him worried.

“What” - Steve stopped doing what he was doing

“It’s Y/N. We have a problem”

• • ────────────── • •

Hey! I’ll finish writing and I’ll post when I’m ready. I don’t know how many parts there will be, probably 3 at most.

I’m sorry for the delay!

[rosesvioletshardy]

scavenger hunts and surprises - t.j.

so this was apart of @ghostyjosty 's 2.2K writing challenge who i thank so much for creating and hosting this

i chose to do the prompt "holding hands while skating" and the scenario "Person A is leading Person B on a wild scavenger hunt to all the places that mean something to them. At the end they propose"

ps this was my first time writing for tyson so if i screwed up i'm sorry + i tried my best to look up a lot of things to do around Denver locally and if i got anything wrong i'm also sorry. also i know the avs don't use bauer equipment so for the sake of the fic they do in this

masterlist

tyson masterlist

warnings: none really (unless you count really bad rhyming)

# of words: 4105

3 years, 2 months, and 16 days. That’s how long you’ve been with Tyson. You’ve been there for him through all the ups and downs after a mutual friend of yours set the two of you together. At first you weren’t sure as to what J.T. had for you seeing that whenever someone had set you up on a date, it always ended badly or the relationship didn’t last as long as you were hoping. He promised that this time would be different from the others you have had before moving. He was one of the first people to introduce you to Denver and show you everything and get you into the hockey scene. You didn’t think that meeting the love of your life would be one of them.

-----

3 years ago, 2018

When you first met, it didn’t start off as well as you thought it would. The two of you were sitting at separate tables, both talking to JT about how the other wasn’t there.

“JT, listen, you’re probably my only friend here but, setting me up on a date with a guy I hardly know isn’t the best idea. I’m capable of finding someone” you told him over the phone as you entered the restaurant

“Hi I’m meeting someone here they put the name under “Compher” i believe” you told the hostess as she looked at the bookings

“Yeah, of course follow me” she told you taking you to the table

“Y/N, in the two years I've known Tyson since I got traded and he got drafted, he’s a great guy. Not to mention he’s funny too. Also, constantly swiping left on Tinder and Hinge then complaining about how you can never get anyone isn’t going to work” JT told you as you set everything down in the chair next to you as you got a menu

“Fine, I’ll give him a chance. If I don’t end up liking how he is and how he acts, I’m never talking to you again” you said as you saw the hostess seat another person down at another table

“You have every right to yell at me if it doesn’t go well. Hold on, I'm getting another call. I’ll talk to you later, bye.” he said as you whispered a bye as well

Looking over the menu, you tried to figure out what you wanted so when Tyson came, you wouldn’t spend an eternity figuring out what you want and it ends up being the wrong thing

“Okay man, I’m here but I don’t see her. Are you sure you’re not just doing this to piss me off?” tyson asked his ginger haired friend as he sat down

“Dude, I promise you she’s there. We were just talking to each other then you called.” he answered as Tyson scanned the restaurant and found no one other than a few older couples, a woman sitting by herself on her phone, and a family

“Literally no one’s here”

“She’s there! Hold on, let me send you a pic” JT said as you began to get irritated since Tyson wasn’t showing up

“He’s not here” you texted him

I promise you he is, hold on let me send you a pic. How is it you’ve been my friend for this long and we’ve been on the same team for 2 years and you don’t know what he looks like?

I’m sorry that I don’t pay attention.

I’m more invested in the game than the people plus I have to memorize stuff for school so people’s faces always leave my head

Rude, anyways here’s him

Tyson waited as his friend took his time to send him a picture as he talked to you. When the two texts went through, both you and tyson looked up and locked eyes, feeling a little stupid that you were right in each other’s sight the entire time. Smiling, you grabbed your stuff and headed over to his table. Tyson can feel the lump in his throat and his heart beating faster and faster as you held your hand out for him to shake. He took your hand as the two of you sat down.

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Present

You knew the weather was changing and that it was starting to drop in temperature within each day. This time it felt even colder due to the fact that Tyson wasn’t in your bed with you which also confused you because the guys had a couple days off before they had to go back for practice again and he always slept in with you before you started the day

Getting up and looking around, you saw a note on Tyson’s pillow which made you smile, thinking it would be like all the other notes he’d leave you if he had an early morning. This one was a little different from all the others.

“Good morning my love,

I’m sorry I’m not with you right as you wake up

But I promise it’ll all be worth it”

Small things like these made you love him even more than you usually do as you continued to read his handwriting

“Today is going to be a day and I want you to make sure you understand everything.

Dress warm today because it’s going to be a little chilly when we meet.

Now go downstairs for there is another surprise for you”

Getting ready for the day, you walked downstairs to find Andre and Johanna sitting on your couch chatting before they noticed you were there

“Good morning Y/N” Andre said with a smile on your face

“Morning guys. Did Tyson send you over here?”

“Yeah, he wanted us to all go get breakfast together and said he’ll meet us later” Johanna told you

“But first here’s this” she finished and giving you another note as you took it from her to read it

“Sorry i can’t be with you at the moment,

But i promise you it’s not permanent,

Now, go back to the place where it all began

And make sure to sit under the fan”

“So are you ready to leave?” the couple asked as they both stood up

“Uh yeah, let me just go get my purse” you told them smiling at his attempt to rhyme

After grabbing your purse and heading to Andre's car, you tried to text Tyson to see if he was going to be there before realizing that if he asks you to order something when you get there he isn’t going to be there. The car ride was silent other than Andre and Johanna talking about what they plan to do for the holidays and if they’re going to fly family out. Tyson’s family was already planning to come out to Denver while the team are going to be on their road trip for a few days. The couple realized how quiet you were being as Andre pulled up to the restaurant where you and Tyson first met each other from the blind date JT set you two up. Getting out of the car and smiling, the couple couldn’t help but smile at each other knowing what is supposed to happen in the end as you walked up to the door taking in the fresh smells. The restaurant became a staple for the two of you when you started to date and one of your favorite places to go to.

“Hi, the name should be under Jost?” Andre told the host

“Yes of course, follow me” he said as they followed him to the table. The host already knew what his job was and he was going to make sure it went perfectly for him.

Remembering his note, you sat under the fan, looking around the restaurant for clues as to where the next location you’ll be taken too. You didn’t understand as to why Tyson was sending you on a wild goose chase to find him but you didn’t want to overthink it. It wasn’t until the fan turned on which was odd due to the cold weather and it wasn’t as crowded for the fans to be turned on. As you were reading the menu, a piece of paper landed on the table. Setting the menu down and grabbing the folded note, you couldn’t help but smile as you saw it was another note from Tyson

“What does it say?” Johanna asked, already knowing

“Congratulations, you’ve reached your first destination!

I’m not shocked Burky didn’t mind the invitation” you read out loud making everyone laugh

“Now it’s time to reminisce,

And go to the place where we had our first kiss” you finished as you felt your cheeks heat up at the memory in City Park as the couple “awwed” making you turn even more red

“Well then, let’s eat and then head to the park” Andre piped out smiling making everyone else laugh

As you finished and finished arguing about who was going to pay the bill, you were on the way to the park. In the car, you were trying to get Andre to tell you what Tyson was planning, but he wouldn’t burst. Of all the times he’s let a secret go, this was the only time he decided to keep one which irritated you.

“C’mon please tell me what he’s planning?” you whined getting frustrated not knowing what is supposed to be happening at the park

“I’m sorry I made a promise to him” he responded

“What did he promise you? I know he had to promise you something because you wouldn’t do it without getting something in return” you replied as you stared at him, hoping he’ll crack

“The next road trip he’d trade rooms with me so I won’t have to bunk with nate and bunk with JT instead” he cracked as the car pulled up to a parking space as you whispered a “i knew it”

“Okay, this is where I leave you.” he added

“What?”

“Don’t worry, you won’t be alone” Andre said as he and Johanna waved goodbye

“We’ll see you soon! We promise!” she added as Andre drove off after seeing EJ and Gabe start to walk up

“I DON’T SEE ANYONE!!!” You yelled out before you felt arms slide around your waist and picked you up before setting you down again causing you to scream. Turning around you were met with the toothless grin of Erik as Gabe laughed before giving you a normal hug

“You fucker! I nearly had a heart attack” you said hitting EJ’s chest

“I’m sorry, I'm sure Tyson will kill me if that would’ve happened. Now let’s walk”

The three of you walked through the park and occasionally Gabe would be looking at his phone, checking the time and looking around

“You alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m sure you’ve been getting notes and I just want to make sure that we’re going in the right direction”

“Well we’re at the fountain so yeah we are” you answered

“I have a feeling you two aren’t going to tell me what he has planned either?” you asked them picking up the note that was taped on a tray

“As a responsible captain, I can’t. I’m sorry” Gabe answered

“But I can tell you one thing; you’re going to be surprised” he finished

“What does the note say this time?”

“If you’re looking for a new plot,

The place you’re looking for is a memorable spot

Go to the place where there could be wet rocks”

Erik and Gabe looked at you as you kept repeating the words “wet rocks” while trying to recall any memories before it hit you.

“I know where he’s talking about, the Red Rock Amphitheater. We were working out there one day and it started to rain. It’s obvious, wet rocks, red rocks” you told them as they looked at you

“I’m surprised Tyson is managing all these rhymes so well. Didn’t know he had it in him” Erik said as they walk to Gabe’s car

The 30 minute drive was filled with the two men trying to see if you’ve figured out what he’s doing. Nathan was already at the venue ready to have time with you before he got a text from Tyson that’ll say that he was ready. You took the time to look out into the views that Denver never failed to provide and wonder how different things would’ve been if you hadn’t decided to go to school there. Never meeting JT, never being set up with Tyson, having friends that feel more like family.

The car came to a sudden stop and the three of you got out but before you left, Gabe handed you a bag.

“This is for you” he said while giving you a small duffle bag before continuing

“There’s extra clothes for you to change in because I’m sure you don’t want to work out in the outfit you have now. Have fun with Nate!” gabe finished before he got back into the car

You went to the nearest restroom and changed into the outfit that was packed for you. You and Tyson enjoyed going to the Red Rocks for not only shows but also for working out. He would find it more comforting for him instead of going to the gym for runs sometimes since the altitude helped push him further. You would go there for the yoga group workouts that would be held there often. No one knew it but yoga was something that he enjoyed doing as well especially when he became too stressed or the two of you wanted to spend quiet time with each other that didn’t involve just laying in bed together.

Leaving the bathroom after changing you saw Nate waiting for you a few feet away. At first you wanted to ask him why Tyson was sending you on a wild scavenger hunt but you know the alternate captain wouldn’t say anything no matter how much you begged or bribed him.

“So is this what the two of you would do on days off? I didn’t take Josty to be the type to do yoga.” Nate asked as the two of you found spots to begin

“I mean we don’t do it here all the time, just mainly when the weather is nice. Majority of the time we do it in the apartment” you tell him as the two of you began to change poses into a downward dog

“I figured he was doing something because during practice he’d show off his flexibility. Felt like we could put him in as emergency goalie if something happened to both Jojo and Keumps.” Nate laughed causing you to laugh as well

“Please, as much as I love him, I think he should stay as a center. He has slow reaction times when things get thrown at him” you said as you changed positions making Nate wonder as to how much you love him

“You really do love him, don’t you?” he asked as you looked at him. This made you start to think about it. You and Tyson had been together for so long and the two of you first said your “I love you’s” about a year in and it hit you that the two of you had said the three words without vocalizing them. The way he’d leave notes and have them ready if he woke up before you and was gone for a while or if he was going on a road trip. You would get him things that reminded you of him or just let him rant about his day. The two of you love each other more and have shown it in so many ways.

“Yeah we really do” you answered as the two of you continued the yoga session

Nearing the end of the session, Nate’s phone went off signaling that he got a text. When reading it, he went into his bag and got out the note that Tyson had directed him to give to you at the end of yoga.

“Hey, so Tyson told me to give you this. And don’t try to ask me why you’re getting all these notes. I’m not allowed to tell you, but I promise it’ll all come together in the end.” Nate spoke handing you the piece of paper

“I hope the yoga wasn’t too draining,

Especially with Nate and his type of training” you said out loud making you giggle about what he wrote about his teammate

“But i promise you this isn’t over

Go to the place where I keep some stuff from Bauer

I love you but you need a shower” you finished as you figured out he was telling you to go home and shower in the nicest way possible which made sense after the workout

“You ready?” Nate asked, pulling you out of your thoughts with his keys ready

The drive home was quiet as Nate kept looking over at you to see if you'd figured out what was going to happen. You still haven’t figured out which was the only thing bothering as thoughts began to run through your head. Was he proposing? Was he just going to take you on a trip? Was it your anniversary? No it couldn’t be that last one since it happened over the summer. You didn’t want to get your hopes up about being proposed to since you and Tyson didn’t talk about marriage that much and thought the two of you were still young.

Nate shook your shoulder to tell you that the two of you arrived back at your apartment. You offered him to stay and that you wouldn’t take too long but Nate told you that he was going to be late for a personal thing. Nothing about your apartment didn’t seem off and everything was in its right place. Heading to the bathroom you saw that the rooms were neatly done and you clearly remembered not putting as much effort into making the bed other than throwing the blanket on and leaving the pillows on the chair before heading for a shower

---

As soon as you finished taking a shower, you began to get ready and remembered what Tyson said about your outfit earlier and threw something that was similar to the one you were wearing before. As you headed back to the kitchen, you were met with JT. It wasn’t odd seeing him there often seeing that you gave him a spare key for emergencies.

“What are you doing here? I mean, it’s nice to see you, but I thought we gave you the key for emergencies” you asked him giving him hug

“I’m here to give you this. It’s technically an emergency since you wouldn’t know exactly what to do next if I weren’t here.” he expressed handing you a note like the others

“Please don’t be bummed

Because this is almost done

I promise this is going to be nice

So follow JT to our home ice” you read out loud as JT wiggled his keys making you smile

“Ready to go?”

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on or are you going to be rude like the others and keep more secrets from me?”

“Going to go with that second option since it’ll ruin the surprise”

“I hate you”

“You love me” JT smiled before looking back at you

“Not to mention you wouldn’t be in a loving relationship if it weren’t for me” he finished as you two exited the house as you agreed with him

---

Arriving at Ball Arena and heading to the entrance the guys used, you were met with everyone on the team and their significant others and kids. They were all smiling at you knowing what was happening before you were met with Gabe, Mel, and Linnea holding a pair of skates for you. Taking them from her and thanking her before following JT to where the guys locker rooms are to set your stuff in Tyson’s stall.

Putting on the skates and tying them, remembering the way Tyson taught you too, you followed JT back out until he left you where the benches were on ice.

“Okay this is where I leave you” JT began

“You’re going to love this I promise” he finished before he left again to hide with the others

You were about to question him before you turned around and saw Tyson. Smiling you walked over to him and took the hand he offered as you stepped out onto the ice

“So, Mr. Jost, why did you send me on a wild goose chase all day?” you smirked making him laugh as the two of you skated around, holding each others hands so you didn’t fall, seeing you still weren’t used to skating despite dating someone who’s known since they were little

“What? I can’t surprise my girlfriend with a nice date?” he grinned

“I don’t know, I just wanted to remind you of all the special places that are just really important to us” he finished stopping on the ice and turning to you before taking a deep breath

“I wanted this memory to last forever”

“You know, if JT asked me to go on a blind date with his friend that he only knew for a few months, I probably would’ve said no, but now I’m glad I didn’t and I don’t mean that in a rude way” he started as he got down on knee on the ice while still holding your hands, and taking a deep breath before looking back up at you

“Growing up, I never really knew how to deal with my emotions that well, especially when it came to relationships that involved girls that weren’t my mom, sister, or any relative. After that first meeting three years ago, I called up my mom and started panicking to her about this amazing girl I met and went on a date with. She gave me this speech that all throughout my teenage years, I’ve never done something like that and that you were the first girl I've told her about. I would always ask about you to JT when I was scared to text or call you about. You’ve dealt with at my best and at my worst. You’ve let me rant to you about the stupidest things that happen in games or even pretend to be excited about something I love just so I can be happy. I’ve seen you at your saddest, I’ve seen at your happiest. I love waking up next to you every morning and being a source of your happiness. I’ve never met someone who is funnier than any of my friends. You’ve dealt with me trying to understand your schoolwork when I try to help you and always being on the road for my job. I sent you to all of those places today to remind you of all the places where we made some of the best memories the past 3 years and I’m surprised everyone managed to keep this all a secret.” he laughed out

“I love calling you my girlfriend, but I would love it more if I could call you my fiancée, and then my wife.” he spoke out before letting go of your hands to reach into his pocket to take out the velvet box he’s been hiding for a year

“So, Y/N L/N, will you do the honor of being my wife?” he asked as he saw a tear fall from your eye

“Yes” you whispered

“Yes, I will” you laughed out making him smile and get up to put the ring on your finger before pulling you into a kiss

“SHE SAID YES!” Tyson yelled out after pulling away making you laugh as everyone, including the Avalanche media team with cameras, came out from their hiding spots cheering with their phones taking pictures with the jumbotron changing to say “SHE SAID YES!”

“Are you happy now that we didn’t say what he had planned?” Andre asked giving you a hug

“Yeah, this definitely was a surprise worth waiting for” you told him as you looked back him being heckled by his older teammates before he caught your eyes again and mouthed and “i love you” to you and you the same to him

“Do I get to be your best man, and possible godfather of your future children if you have any since I technically set you guys up and made this whole thing happen?” JT asked making you and Tyson laugh before he said yes, pulling him into a hug

[jungw8ns]

GOING TO AN ESCAPE ROOM WITH ENHYPEN !

PAIRING: boyfriend!enha x gn!reader. GENRE: established relationship, fluff, crack. WARNINGS: profanity (not that much tho), mentions of death (?). WORD COUNT: 100 - 200 each member.

HEESEUNG:

the two of you were so pumped playing an escape room together for the first time that the other people in line had to calm you guys down (which was trully embarrassing to say the least 🤐🤐)

he was looking at the ranking board filled with pictures of players that had succeeded in the shortest amount of time and he just wanted nothing more than to see both your faces on there

but anyways, we all know how competitive heeseung gets 🕴️

oh boy let me tell you, this guy WAS SPEEDRUNNING IT but not the kind you were thinking

the second the timer had started he was literally SPRINTING AROUND THE ROOM LOOKING FOR CLUES YET COMPLETELY MISSING THEM 🏃‍♂️💨💨💨

while he was busy running around, you were picking up the little details in the room and in no time managed to open a few locks

"y/n look i found– oh 😐😑😐"

HE WAS SULKING PLSSS 😭😭😭

when you noticed him standing from afar staring at you with his arms crossed, you called him to solve this one puzzle you already did

*gasps* "oh no! babe i don't understand how to do this, please help me 😔😔🤥🙏🙏"

he had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from letting out that cocky grin but it got out eventually

"oh it's so easy sweetheart, just put this here and then voila! 😉"

when the two of you escaped you suprisingly got to take a polaroid with him home after ranking 2nd in the records

heeseung was the one who held onto it tho, placing it underneath his clear phonecase for safekeeping <3

JAY:

GOD THIS DUDE

THE ESCAPE ROOM WASN'T EVEN THAT SCARY AND YET EVERYTIME YOU GUYS OPEN A LOCK OR A DOOR HIS FIGHT OR FLIGHT INSTINCTS COME UP 😭😭👊👊

"y/n stay behind me >:(("

"um, babe, you do realize that's just a door right?"

"WE'LL BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY?? THE STAFF COULD'VE PROGRAMMED IT TO GROW LEGS?? 😵🧐🧐"

you knew you shouldn't have played horror games with him a few nights ago cause he looked like he was about to lose his mind 😔

you had to shove his ass aside and move on to the next mission cause the both of you knew that he was stalling 🏌️‍♀️

jay was being extra clingy the whole time you were playing, he'd either link arms with you or hold hands (he's literally so adorable) 💞💞

BUT THEN YOU THOUGHT OF DOING A PRANK ON HIM

while you were roaming around the room trying to solve a puzzle, you saw this horse mask on a nearby table

and so you made sure jay was distracted and put on the mask

you could've NOT worn the dusty old thing but where was the fun in that?

"jay can you come here for a sec?"

you hid behind the wall beside the door frame waiting for him to come into your sight and attacked him

now, how about we guess what happens next?

a. he faints

b. he runs away

or c. he slaps you in the face and forces you to buy him food for the rest of the night

if you guessed c then YAY! YOU'RE CORRECT 🥳🎉🎉🎊

THIS HOE SLAPS YOU AS HE SHOULD

"$##/@+(+'£%(:?!!)&£**/*%@"

when he finally takes off the mask like those scenes in scooby doo he's never felt so betrayed in his life

"i- I TRUSTED YOU 😭😭😭 YOU BETTER BUY ME FOOD LATER, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, THE BETRAYAL???? LITERALLY UNPROVOKED?????"

he wouldn't stop side eyeing you until you guys finally pulled up on the mcdonalds drive thru

"hi, can i get two um– bts meals please? 😒😒 and two oreo mc flurries 🙄🙄 and also large fries 😐😐"

sane (1/3)

would be trailing behind you like a little puppy (i love him so much 😭😭😭)

he either has his arm linked with yours or held hands every five minutes

JAKE:

really focused on the puzzles he's doing but the second he hears you call out his name for help he's there beside you with the sweetest smile

but anyways, mans was POPPING OFF the entire time you were playing

he was solving problem after problem in no time (he wanted to impress you is why he activated his inner flash ⚡⚡) but he did let you play tho, the last thing he wanted to do was make you pissed at him for hogging all the games

def buried jake with compliments and forehead kisses right after ❤️__❤️

and so the two of you got out in like an hour and a few which you were very proud of

"you were so cool today babe, good job !!"

"aww thank you angel 😊😊"

sane (2/3)

SUNGHOON:

would be linking pinkies with you the whole time, only letting go whenever the both of you had to solve something that needed two or more people

there was this one game tho where he had to arm wrestle this literal hand lever to open the door to the last room (yea...don’t ask why, the staffs were pretty weird 😬😬) 

it made him enjoy the experience a bit more as it was only the two of you playing instead of getting accompanied by strangers

HGAWAHSGDHSGHDA PLSS THIS GUY

“oh this’ll be easy, y/n step aside, i’ll handle this 😏😏😏”

idk if you were supposed to think about how handsome he looked with his serious expression on and his veiny hands coming into frame or be worried for him because the lever was REAL HARD to pull that his veins looked like they were going to pop any second soon, you stepped in and helped him tho cause you were a good s/o <3

from a spectators point of view, the two of you looked like y’all were about shit your pants but the two of you eventually succeeded on beating it, immediately dragging him to the next room which had a sofa in it, laying down to catch your breaths

cliché moment ahead ⚠️⚠️

the two of you shared a few laughs before standing up on the empty space, held hands and started to jump in circles to celebrate your success 💃💃

yupp, y’all were never going back to that hellhole again

very stubborn at first, he wanted nothing to do with the game but then you held him at gunpoint by saying:

SUNOO:

"please just this once or else i'll revoke your mint choco ice cream rights 🔫🔫🔫"

"BUT IT'S SCARY IN THERE BABE :((("

"it won't be that scary sunshine, besides, i'll be ready to 🤜💥 yk?? trust me babe i would never let anyone hurt you <33"

kinda pissed since you blackmailed him into the place and also bc he wanted to play bumper cars and dance mania but he yea he caved in pretty quick 😋😋

(y/n let him play his games in peace tf >:(((( )

once you guys got in tho he realized how normal it was and that it was not terrifying at all

THE EPITOME OF CLINGY OMFG

he wouldn't stop back hugging you and you couldn't bring yourself to push him away to play the games so you just let him walk behind you with his arms on your shoulders 😩😩

(y'all were walking kinda funny but don't tell sunoo that 🤫🤫🤫)

yea the two of you ended up escaping with a whopping 2 hours and a few minutes

but it was the effort that counts so A+++++ for the both if you 😜👍👍👍

sane (3/3)

JUNGWON:

was the one who suggested going, he even searched on naver about really good escape room places to visit and was overall really looking forward it

he liked going to places and having fun with you so it wasn't a shock how his eyes were literally crescents and his dimples were so evident

yea he literally rushed the both of you to the place that you were the first in line 😵

while waiting for the staff to finish setting up he was playing with your connected hands like 🖐️✊🖐️✊ (so precious 💞💞)

"y/n why are you taking so long 😭😭 what if they close and we end up not solving a single lock, hurry up por favorrr 😩🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏"

when they finally lead you to the room he was kind of surprised that they had separated the two of you into different spaces (like the one with txt where they had the answers to the other member's puzzles yk???)

he was locked inside a telephone stand while you were handcuffed in the main room

dw the two of you reunited after a few minutes cause jungwon was rushing his lock to get to you 🤭

you both were progressing at an average pace and it made you guys a lot more closer (not that you guys weren't before but you get what i mean)

after you guys escaped the two of you went to eat curry and talked about the whole experience 😋✌️✌️✌️

this boy literally dragged you in the escape room with him

NIKI:

HE DIDN'T EVEN GIVE YOU TIME TO REFUSE HE JUST 😐👉🚪

"ok masterchefs, in order to test your abilities we must go through series of puzzles and make it out alive, understood?"

he tried ignoring how confused you were and went on to try and get you guys to escape

HE'S LAUGHING AT YOU FOR WHATEVER REASON AND OBV YOU LAUGH ASWELL CAUSE WHO WOULDN'T??? his laugh is so contagious pls 🤖🤖 he was so close to d wording cause he couldn't breathe from laughing too much

yea.. you guys spent so much time laughing at each other for being so dumb at this that you ended up playing 'till closing time

spoiler alert: he fails on doing anything cause the second you made eye contact with him this child collapses 😍🤩

GIRL SO EMBARRASSING 🤡🤡

THE STAFF KICKED THE BOTH OF YOU OUT AND NOW YOU GUYS WERE BANNED FROM THE PLACE ☠️☠️

"haunted house next weekend???"

"BET"

NOTE – god they were WAY funnier in my head but yeah.... i love them so much AND OMFG HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN HEESEUNG’S SELCAS LAST NIGHT???!?@??#?@?!?@ HE’S NOT REAL WTF ⁉️❓❓⁉️

also, idk why BUT EVERY TIME I SAVE A DRAFT the paragraphs get scrambled?? £!?) 6=6) 🤣😂💔💔🤣🤣😂💔 it's so annoying but anyways, ilysm pls stay safe and have a great day <33