#im gonna run into traffic without it :(

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[angelyuji]

stan pines dating headcanons

18+ minors dni!!

cw // sexual content under the cut!

MY LOVE

he is sooo my man i need him so bad

very old fashioned

asked you out first not cuz he thinks he’s the hottest guy in the world. but because “you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take”

he told dipper and mabel he made that up first (he didn’t, he saw it on facebook) (they know he didn’t make it up, but they pretend they believe him)

“heya there, toots.” stan leans on your desk. you look at him, an eyebrow raised.

“hey, stan. need something?” you smile at him.

“yeah, you. me. date. whenever you’re free.” stan looks away, suddenly nervous.

“hmm, yeah, alright! i’m free tonight after work.” stan looks back at you, eyes wide in surprise, before collecting himself. he smiles.

“great, great, i’ll pick you up at 8, dollface.”

calls you pet names that were popular in the 70s/80s: dollface, sweetcheeks, baby, cutie, sugar

stan believes you deserve the world so he yk he’s treating you soooo well

he doesn’t think he deserves you, so he tries so so so hard to treat you well

he believes he’s fucked up every good thing in his life, so when you guys get together, he tries so hard to be a good partner to you

takes you out anywhere you want, even if its something he hates.

you tell him you want to see some movie in theaters, he’s gonna say no and be huffy cuz he’d rather stay home and save money. but the next day he’s gonna show up at your door with the tickets, rolling his eyes, telling you to get in the car

takes you with him to break laws and steal stuff with him

you’re a total nervous wreck but stan’s laughing and holding your hand and you know that everything’s gonna turn out alright.

he buys you clothes sometimes but he’s not up with fashion, so not usually.

any time he does, its usually because he took mabel shopping and he saw something that he thought you would like

more of a listener than a yapper like he’ll listen to you go on and on about something without stopping. you’re his personal podcast. he also loves when you watch his soap operas with him

hehehe im gonna fuck this old man so hard he’s gonna stop breaking traffic laws

sooo smooth and flirty, but he gets over obviously red in the face and its cute asf

he was kinda insecure about his body at first, but seeing how obsessed you are with him when you guys sleep together, he’s all like “heh, i still got it” and he smirks cuz he’s a little shit

likes to be on top, call him old-fashioned, but he likes looking down at you and seeing your face as he makes you feel good

he’s a man of routine, however you can convince him to do different positions or things in the bedroom because at the end of the day, you’re his everything

he goes slow, doesn’t go crazy and jackhammer into you

last time he went too fast, he threw his back out and you had to run through the shack butt-naked looking for his lumbar support pillow

he doesn’t like to talk about it, it was super embarrassing for the both of you lowkey

you were sweet about it tho, i mean, he is in his 70s and you found it sweet he almost destroyed his back to make you feel good

absolutely lovessss receiving head

he’s alsooo a giver dw, certified muncher??? or wtv they say, but he personally likes getting more

anyway back to the cutesy stuff

sometimes he asks you to help him build some stuff for the shack

you get to see stan be creative and create art, as well as fix stuff around the shack (if soos isn’t around)

a lot of duct tape related fixing, but watching him work is hot so u don’t care

i love u stanley pines i need u so bad pls pls pls ruin my life

[m4n1c1vy]

18+ minors dni, female reader, missionary, on the phone, unprotected sex

⇾ toji noticed that your phone was ringing and he wanted you to answer it

it was a girls night you and your girlies planned on going to the club and party like the night was young. having trouble to pick out your outfit you wanted to wear something silk and sexy just for you and your girlfriends, and there you found it the perfect dress that fit on your pretty body so well, you were already ready so slip on and you’re out the door. toji saw you feeling your body from outside yall’s bedroom door standing against the doorframe looking you up and down.

“who are you wearing this for princess?” his deep voice almost startled you, as hes walking behind you “its a girls night i told you toji” you said all smiley cause you knew you looked amazing plus you wanted to go out and get drunk. “i know what you told me, but you didnt answer my question pretty girl” he buries his face in your neck smelling your sweet delicious perfume almost nibbling at your neck. he just wants to rip your dress and fuck you right here by the mirror in your shared room, you moved to the edge of your bed to put your heels on you weren’t rushing but you didn’t want your friends wait on you. “toji im running late i don’t to hold them up” you lied all you wanted was to hurry out the door have fun and drink. as toji followed you to the bed he said

“they can wait i just asked a question why cant you answer like a good girl hm?” while he’s cupping your chin so you can meet his eyes. toji bends down to kiss you he wanted to taste your lips he’s getting lost in them, he lays his knee between your thighs pulling up a bit of your dress only to expose your cunt to him. he traces his fingers on top of your clothed clit making you squirm a bit, “you’re squirming baby do you want something better? just tell me” he stated with that fucking smirk. he’s teasing you and he loves it he loves making you whimper for more, toji continues rubbing lightly on your clit watching you make a wet patch on your panties. “toji ..please just touch me” you whispered you needed him to touch you , you needed him to make you cum, you needed him, “huh what did you say baby i didn’t hear you” toji stopped his movement making you frown he heard what you said he just wants you to beg and you know you have to. “d-daddy please touch me do whatever i don’t care i need you please” you begged making him give you a proud smirk “atta girl all you had to do” patting your cheeks.

he pulls off your panties as well his pants and underwear laying you down on the bed, toji rubbing his tip up and down on your clit making you squirm and whimper way more than before he loves his view right now, you frowning and tearing up because how needy you are for him.. ring ring toji looks over to your nightstand and see your phone lighting up from the incoming phone call he grabs it and shows you who’s calling “your girlfriends might be calling to see where you are go ahead and talk to them princess” doing what he says you press the green button to talk to whoever is on the other line “GIRL WHERE ARE YOU EVERYONE IS ALREADY HERE” your friend yells toji being able to hear her without the phone being on speaker “o-oh im stuck in traffic ill be on the wa-“ toji slips inside you making you choke on your words and him sucking his teeth “fuck you’re so tight mama go ahead keep talking while im fucking you” your friend trying to see when you’re going to arrive “ON THE WAY? YOU’RE JUST NOW LEAVING?? CMON BABES” at this point it sounds like shes gonna pop a blood vessel, toji starting to rub your clit while pounding you merciless making your small whimpers peep out of your lips you’re squeezing your eyes shut because how hard and good hes fucking you.

“s-stop yelling i-i told you im on the w-way” you stuttering out your words wanting this phone call to end soon because you want to moan out so loud. “SWEETIE HURRY UP THE FREE DRINKS ISNT GONNA BE HERE FOR LON-“ toji taking the phone to his lips and cutting her words off “she said shes on her way now stop yappin and party fuck you’re squeezing on me so hard mama” toji ending the call and tossing your phone by your pillows leaving your friend on the other line stunned. ”she was taking up my sweet time baby i had to” said by him with a sexy ass smirk on his lips and groaning close to your ear, “can i cum please im so close” itching closer and closer to your climax “you can beg better than that cmon sweetie you know my name girl” god you needed to cum so bad you’re very close you saying whatever comes to your mind and praying that’ll let him say yes “t-toji” you breathed out “toji c-can i please cum im so close” you moaned “fuck i can just cum right now the way you’re saying my name baby, hm how bout you cum with me ok? you can do that right” toji thrusting harder to your sweet spot animalistic moans coming out of his mouth he’s cursing out so much because how hard your sweet pretty cunt is sucking him wanting more and more of him. “you’re doing so good baby.. so good huh.. cum with me”. him thrusting so good in your cunt, toji squeezing your thighs so tightly where it could leave bruises even. “just like that just keep squeezing down on me girl”. his animalistic groans with your delicious vocally moans is mixing in the room, you felt your sweet sweet climax coming and coming few more thrusts from toji before cumming inside his pretty princess.

“you did so good princess, so who are you dressing for?” asked again by your handsome boyfriend you laughed out “dressing for you and you only” you playfully rolled your eyes “do you want me to drop you off and show everyone who you belong to” he said with snarky smile “trust im pretty sure everyone knows who im taken by”

GEHWHEHEHD i neeed

|author| IM WRITING SATORU RN HEHE

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[februaryflowers]

letters from park seonghwa

with seonghwa abroad, he leaves a series of letters with just what you need to hear to feel better in his absence. but the last one he writes, the last letter is everything you want to hear

check out the playlist for letters from park seonghwa here ! 

warnings: some parts imply the reader overworks themself, mutual pining, reader is pretty sad without him, language, kissing, poorly proofread sorry ;-;

mostly hurt/comfort but i promise the ending is fluff, 6317 words, best friend!seonghwa x reader | uni au

a/n: this one is kinda more rushed than my last ateez fics but im impulsive and i love seonghwa heh so my apologies if it’s eh😭

Sliding your arms around Seonghwa’s neck and down his chest, you peer around his head. “What’re you doing?”

At your voice, his shoulders jolt up before quickly relaxing once more. “I dunno,” he hums, shrugging. “Just tryna pass time. I’m bored,” he whines. 

Running a hand through his hair, you sigh. “I know. I’ll be done soon, I promise, sorry. God, I hate essays.”

He pouts as you untangle yourself from him and head back to your bed, brows instantly furrowing as your fingers start to clack against the laptop keys once more. With a sigh, he returns to his idling. He always worries about you, about how you manage your mountainous workload. Will everything be okay when he’s gone?

Even as he tries to focus his attention on the pages in front of him, he can’t seem to shake you from his thoughts. Folding the paper, he glances to you once more, frowning as he watches the tension in your slouched shoulders. He hasn’t had the heart to tell you about his departure, and time is ticking down until he has to go. Of course, you knew that he had to get an internship for his graduation requirements, but did it have to be so soon? 

So one paper craft turns to five, to ten, and soon enough, as the hours tick by, he probably has over a hundred. Before he knows it, he’s stuffing them into his bag, looking up to see your head lolling to the side, your body tilting so much he’s surprised you haven’t fallen over.

He chuckles softly, shuffling over to you and prying the laptop from your grasp.

“I-I’m almost…done…” your murmur, your eyes drooping more and more with every second that passes. 

“You can finish in the morning,” he coos. “You need rest.”

With your chest now rising and falling in slow breaths, Seonghwa pulls the blankets up to your chin, brushing the side of your face with his finger. “Sleep well,” he murmurs, smiling at the little quirk of your lips that appears at the sound of his voice. “Dream of me.”

You apparently have enough energy to lift your hand, only for it to fall back down in what he guesses is supposed to be a playful swat before sleep comes to you. With one last look at you as he turns off the lights, he sighs and pads to his room.

Tomorrow, tomorrow he will tell you.

You try to keep the drive as lighthearted as possible. With your shared car playlist blasting in the background and the two of you bobbing your heads along to the beat, you can almost pretend that today isn’t going to crush you. 

But as the minutes tick down and the traffic builds with your approach towards the airport, the weight on your chest grows and grows, your out-of-tune singing growing quieter and quieter. Ever knowing, Seonghwa reaches for one of your hands, prying your fingers from the wheel and into his grasp.

“I’m gonna miss you,” you croak, your voice finally breaking. “I’m gonna miss you so much, Seonghwa.”

“I’m gonna miss you too, baby,” he murmurs, squeezing your hand. 

His words don’t help the heaviness in your heart. You don’t even remember when he started calling you baby. He’d said it was because he was just so fond of you and wanted to take care of you whenever he began using that term of endearment. He’d given you the brightest smile and pinched your warming cheeks that day, and every day since, he has given you the biggest swarm of butterflies.

Maybe you’re dreaming, but it feels different than it used to. And that definitely makes your heart clench, wishing that it was. In another universe, another lifetime, another plane, Seonghwa loves you like that. But it’s not here.

Here, Seonghwa is simply your best friend, your beloved roommate. Perhaps he’ll find a lover abroad. And, even if it crushes you, you’ll still smile. Because, even more than you want him, you really want him to be happy, even if it’s not with you. 

His humming takes over, shuffle play bringing a slow song to the speakers, a soft love song, because of course your best friend is a sappy romantic at heart. While it provides some ease to your racing nerves, you’re still all too aware of how he plays with your fingers, tapping the rhythm against each tip. It’s as if he just knows you, your mind, so well, that he can make your knees weak and your brain jelly without as much as a second thought, without even knowing that he’s doing it to you. 

With the instruments finally coming to a quiet close, he pauses, turning to meet your profile and lowering your intertwined hands to his knee. “Can I ask you something?” he exhales.

“Anything, always.”

“It’s kind of selfish of me…” he whispers. 

“That’s okay.”

Biting his lip, he looks to the floor. “Could you…smile for me?”

You pause, the car simultaneously coming to a stop at the red light.

But he senses your hesitation as a soft no, one you don’t have the heart to say out right. “It’s okay,” he says, untangling your fingers and instead placing his hand over yours on his thigh. “It’s selfish, I know. You have every right to be sad. I just—” He sighs. “I’m not gonna be seeing the real thing for the next two months; I wanna remember your smile.” 

You forgot, if anything, your best friend is also cheesy as hell. A chuckle arises from your tight throat, causing a smile to bloom over your features. And it’s in that moment that a familiar quickened rhythm overtakes his heart. 

He grins, reaching his fingers up to brush your cheek. “There it is.”

And ease returns once more, your dramatic crooning returning. You can pretend. You can do it for him. You will yourself to do this one thing for him after all he’s done for you.

But it just can’t be contained when you make it to the parking lot and help take out his suitcases. 

“It’s okay,” you sniffle, brushing away streams of water that run down your face with a small smile. 

Despite that curve on your face, the heavy burden on your heart builds and builds as the moments tick down to when you and Seonghwa will be apart. You don’t think you can remember a time in your whole college career where you went so long without him. Every summer break or holiday recess, he’d be there, visiting you, teasing you about how lonely you were without him. And now, it’s too real. 

Taking you into his embrace, he rubs your back, leaning his head against you gently. “Baby, no,” he murmurs, a quiet shush to your tears. “It’s okay to be sad. If I could stay—”

“No,” you chuckle, shaking your head. Salty droplets continue to pour down your face, stinging your skin, but you pull back from Seonghwa, brushing his hair away from his face. “You’re gonna save the world or something,” you smile sadly. “I’ll be okay.”

Seonghwa wants to say that you’re the world to him, his world, but the words die on his tongue when he meets your glazed gaze that reflects the airport lights back to him. You just mean so much to him. What if he loses—

With one last squeeze, you finally detach yourself from your best friend, patting your cheeks with your sleeves and brushing off your jacket. If you don’t let go now, you don’t think you’ll be able to stop crying before he leaves. You might not be able to ever let him go. 

Exhaling, you force a smile on your face, past the swollen eyes and runny nose. “Now go make me proud, Park,” you tease. 

As he steps away, his luggage wheels squeaking against the tile as he pulls the handle, your lip begins to quiver once more. God, you just wanted to reassure him. He always worries so much about you, and here you are, holding him back when he has no choice but to go. And—

His movement pauses, before he turns around, blinking back at you.

“Seonghwa?” you call, taking steps towards him. “Did you forget something?”

“Hold on.”

He sinks to his knees, slinging his backpack over his shoulder and pulling out a glass jar.

“Hwa!?” you giggle. “You know you can’t bring that on the plane; What if it broke! You’re so silly, y’know. Good thing you remembered—”

Standing, he zips the bag shut once more and hands it to you wordlessly. Despite the words tumbling around in your brain, the butterflies swarming your stomach, you tell yourself that his pallor is from his nervousness about flying, his important internship for graduation. Seonghwa would never like you like that, right?

“Is…that for me?” you squeak, your voice unusually feeble. 

He nods, holding it out to you again. “Open them whenever you’re feeling sad, okay?”

“O-okay…” Taking the container in your hands, you dare to meet his gaze. “Thank you for thinking of me.”

“How could I ever not think of you, y/n?” he asks, his eyes round and soft as he quirks his head. He then forces his lips into a small smile, wrapping his arms around you for the briefest second before he pulls away. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

It’ll feel like a lifetime, an eternity, instead of the actual two months it’ll be. But you can’t keep him here when he has to go, when he can change the world for the better. So instead, you take your free hand to squeeze his. 

“You’re gonna kick butt.”

Pushing him off then waving until he’s out of view, you wait until you return to your car to bury your face in your hands. Are the hundreds of other people here saying goodbye too? 

Even though there are probably many other teary partings and weary friends and lovers, it all feels irrelevant. Do they understand each other like you and Seonghwa do? Do they love each other like you and Seonghwa do? Do they need each other as much as you need Seonghwa? 

So, despite being in his arms less than five minutes ago, you take the jar from the passenger seat, unscrewing the silver lid to pull out the first of many objects that fill the rounded glass. Every last centimeter of the container has been crammed with paper, origami envelopes with a heart to open them. You don’t even know how he had this much time to finish all these, especially while he was preparing for his internship and departure. 

Running a finger under your eye and flicking away the droplets that don’t seem to stop, you let a small breath into your lungs, courage to pluck out the paper laying right on top finally coming. 

You can’t help the small, amused huff that comes through after you open it.

A letter. Of course. 

Dear y/n, Are you sitting in the parking lot crying right now? We just said goodbye right? I know I’m teasing you as I write from the past, when our departure doesn’t weigh as heavily on my mind, but that also means it hurts less right now. I guarantee that when I’m in the middle of check in I’ll start bawling. Sure, we’ll be time zones apart, an ocean away, but, really, call me whenever you need, whenever you want. Don’t even worry about it. I want to hear about your day, what you’re up to, how classes are, what San and Wooyoung are up to, anything, everything.  And I’ll be back before you know it. I promise. I miss you so much already. Love, Seonghwa

Your phone dings just as you read his name, tracing your fingers over his elegant signature. Fishing the screen out of the cup holder, you’re met with a photo from Seonghwa.

“‘I told you so,’” you read aloud.

Admittedly you chuckle at his silly antics, even if it does set off a pang in your chest to see him so teary eyed. He’s going to change the world and pretty much complete the last big push of his graduation requirements. He shouldn’t be feeling that sad. Is it your fault? 

But before your thoughts can settle and take root in your mind, another notification pops on the screen with another text from Seonghwa.

“‘Thank you for smiling for me. Text me when you get home safely. I’ll be here for a few hours,’” you repeat. 

It takes everything to turn on the ignition and put the car in drive, but with a slow exhale and Seonghwa’s words covering the worries running around your mind, you manage to pull out of your parking spot and onto the road. These next weeks will be impossibly long.

Even though you already sort of knew it, you quickly remember that life without Seonghwa is so gray and dull. The sky even agrees with you, the days following his departure filled with overcast skies and rain. 

Every morning you wake up to a quiet apartment, no Seonghwa waiting at the island with breakfast for you, no Seonghwa to keep you company on the walk to class, and no Seonghwa to come home to, greeting you with the best hug you’ve ever had (Yes it gets better every day. You don’t know how but it does.) Of course your friends all begin taking on extra care for you in his absence, meeting you for lunch or bringing dinner by, studying with you more often, hanging out more frequently. And you appreciate it, you really do. You really do have fun and enjoy the time with them. But there’s nothing like having Seonghwa in the flesh by your side. 

And it hits one late night, the moon high above you, the only light in a starless sky. It hasn’t even been a week since you said goodbye. Slumping down on the oddly empty sofa, you sigh, your fingers itching for the phone a foot away. 

Your friends have already gone home from your weekly Friday night shenanigans, which means that you should be putting on a funny movie with Seonghwa to conclude the evening. His cuddles are probably the best way to finish up a tiring week, reinvigorating you with excitement and energy for the next days to come.

With the weight building on your chest, you let a soft breath leave your lips before you give in to the nagging in your heart. Sure, you talked with him this morning, but you’d really like to hear his voice now for a moment, at least. 

y/n [ 12:06 am ] : are you busy?

Of course he doesn’t respond. It’s right in the middle of the workday for him. He has other things to do. But you can’t pick yourself up off the couch. You don’t know exactly what you’re waiting for. Fingers tapping mindlessly against the fabric, it isn’t until a soft ding echoes around the room that you shift. 

seonghwa [ 12:08 am ] : in a meeting :( i’ll be done in 20 though

seonghwa [ 12:08 am ] : is smthn wrong?  

y/n [ 12:09 am ] : nothing…just miss you…

Yeah, you should really head to bed. He’ll be busy even when the meeting ends. Waiting here will only make you more miserable. 

Pushing yourself off the sofa, you shuffle to the bathroom, brushing your teeth until you hear the quiet buzzing once more. As you rinse your mouth out, you find your eyes in the mirror. 

Seonghwa wouldn’t want you to be this sad, would he? He always loved, loves still, your smile, always pinching your cheeks when you have a wide grin or a matching one of his own growing on his face when you’re particularly happy. 

seonghwa [ 12:11 am ] : sorry baby :( i miss you too i’ll call you tn

seonghwa [ 12:12 am ] : why don’t you open a letter for me?

y/n [ 12:12 am ] : okay

y/n [ 12:13 am ] : gonna head to bed after though so dw gl with your meeting

seonghwa [ 12:13 am ] : sleep well baby :)

Unscrewing the jar, you carry it into your room and leave the glass on the nightstand before pulling out a small blue envelope. From the crooked creases, you’re guessing it must’ve been one of his first projects, which causes a small smile to force its way to your face as you imagine him redoing the same folds over and over until they were clean enough for his standards with furrowed brows. As you scoot into bed, you rest your back against the pillows and unfold the paper.

Brushing the smooth surface with your fingers, you finally let out a small breath and find his words. 

Dear y/n, Are you tucked into bed? I hope you are. I hope you’re getting enough rest, taking plenty of breaks, and still enjoying life without me. Did Jongho take you out for lunch today? Did you hang out with Yunho and Mingi? You can tell me all about it later; I’m sure it’s late now and you’re tired. 

That’s right. You have a lunch date with Jongho tomorrow. And you did study with Yunho and Mingi at the boba place near campus, even if you quickly devolved into laughter and anything but studying. 

You do miss Seonghwa. You wish he was with you here instead of being on the other side of an ocean. You really do. But there’s so much fun to be had with all your friends.

With a reluctant smile, you continue reading.

When you finish this note, I want you to close your eyes. I might be far from you physically, but you are never far from my thoughts. I’ll be thinking of you every day. I already do.  When I see the sun rise, you’re watching the same sun set, just on the other side of the planet. Two sides of the same coin. I’m still with you, baby.  So close your eyes. Smile for me? I’m never far so don’t miss me too much :) I’ll be home soon.  Sleep well and dream of me ;) Seonghwa

There’s a teary smile on your face as you finish his words. Flicking a stray droplet from your cheek, you sigh. 

What are you ever going to do with that man?

With a playful shake of your head, you attempt to fold the paper back into the shape it was given to you in, but you can’t seem to find the right combination of creases to turn the flat page into a beautiful letter once more. You’ll have to ask Seonghwa how to do it when he comes home. But for now, you start the pile of finished notes on your desk, smoothing out the lines so the page will lie flat next to your stacks of books. 

Perhaps Seonghwa’s letter is exactly what you needed to hear, the heavy allure of sleep beginning to take its toll on your drooping eyes and a yawn escaping from your lips. Crawling back to bed, you close your eyes. It might be your imagination—you know it is—but it’s as if you can feel him sitting next to your drowsy figure, watching over you protectively. 

On nights like this one, he’d normally tuck you in tightly under the blanket before busying himself with his homework at your desk until you fell asleep. Tonight is far from that, but, even half asleep, you know he’s still taking care of you from a world away. This isn’t what you’re used to, but today is okay. Sleep comes quickly. 

Today sucks. Today is the worst day you can remember in the last year. So you failed your exam. And your project team is driving you up the wall. It seems every inconvenience that can go wrong does go wrong, leaving you exasperated as you drop your keys at the front door after a long day. 

Shuffling into your room, your fingers fish out from the jar, unfolding the delicate page a little rougher than you should. With a huff, you collapse on the bed, holding the letter above you.

Dear y/n, How’s your final project going? You’re supposed to be doing one of those for your design class this semester, right? I know you must be stressed around now. I hope you’re remembering to take it easy. You’re doing so much work; you gotta take care of yourself, baby. Take a break. Go on a walk. Get boba with Hongjoong (lord knows he needs a break too). Even if you think you need to finish everything right now, you need to put yourself first. Your health matters. You matter. And you don’t want to burn out before the semester ends, do you? If you can’t do it for those things, could you do it for me?  Because, most of all, I hope you remember to be gentle with yourself. I know this degree is important to you, but above everything, you are the most important. You’re the most precious star, baby.  I’m proud of you already. Don’t worry too much, yeah? Love, Seonghwa

You think that’s what does you in, little streams beginning to flow down the mountains and valleys of your cheeks. It’s not even the frustration from your day. How does Seonghwa—past, present and future—just know exactly what you need to hear when you need to hear it? What ever did you do to be blessed by having a friend like him?

Placing the letter on the neat stack you’ve amassed, you return to your bed, not wanting to smudge his ink with your tears. Sunset prickles through the window shades, sneaking under your closed lids as you try to rest. While the still quiet is nice, in your heart you know Seonghwa is right. It’d be good to hang out with someone. 

So you open your eyes, retracing your steps through the apartment to find your phone on the kitchen counter. 

y/n [ 5:36 pm ] : do you wanna get boba maybe? 

hongjoong [ 5:37 pm ] : ofc???

 hongjoong [ 5:37 pm ] : ill come by we can walk together? 

Laughing with Hongjoong, you can feel every ounce of irritation that’d built up in you the whole day being replaced by the second. It’s almost a little annoying how well Seonghwa knows every corner of your mind. 

y/n [ 4:26 pm ] : SEONGHWA SEONGHWA

y/n [ 4:26 pm ] : SEONGHWA I GOT THE JOB

Checking the time, you let out a small sigh. He’s probably asleep. You know he’ll see your messages when he wakes up in the morning, but it’s not quite the same as celebrating with him in real time, still off the high of the email in your inbox.

It’s become a habit now, finding that glass jar whenever you wish he was with you instead. Yet again, you crawl on the bed, wrangling a piece of paper out from the container. The one you pull up is a little fancier than the ones you’ve picked previously, a pristine white page with small bunny and confetti stickers. It makes you pause, squinting at the folded envelope.

There’s no way Seonghwa would know, right?

Dear y/n, Congratulations! Maybe you guessed from the celebratory stickers I put on, but I wrote this one for a special occasion. I hope you’ll tell me all about it when we have a chance to talk again, but I hope this will suffice in the time being. Regardless, I want you to know that I’m so proud of you.  Even if you opened this on a different kind of day, I’m proud of you. I’m so proud of who you are and all you’ve accomplished any day of the week. My best friend is so kind and sweet but also smart and a badass.  But I just know that you’ll read this one on a good kind of day. So congratulations! I know, whatever it may be, that you deserve it. You are so capable, baby.  You’ll still tell me about it when you’re rich and successful though right? ;) Love, Seonghwa

Oh, curse him. He genuinely baffles you. What kind of guy can predict the future like that? (He knew. He always has faith in you.) And what kind of coincidence must there be for you to open the exact note today? 

And it just reaffirms the little thought in your mind that there is nobody in the world quite like Seonghwa. You don’t think there’ll be anyone as wonderful and gentle and caring as him. But to top it all off, he just understands you through and through. 

While you just clicked all those years ago, he also listened. He never stopped. He simply tries his best with you, and will never let you go so easily. He still does. What’s between you is more than an initial spark. 

It still burns. You’re more than content to keep fanning the gentle flame that keeps you both cozy. And Seonghwa and his warmth are the best company to sit around that fire with. It will always burn bright. 

Of course when he reads your messages in the morning, he celebrates and cheers with you, almost as loud as you know he would be if he was actually here.

You grow less dependent on Seonghwa’s little notes as time goes by. You’ll still take them out sometimes when you miss him particularly badly or for fun, but definitely less than the first weeks. Your texts and video chats are still as frequent as before, though. If you had to go two months without seeing his smile you aren’t sure what you’d both do. 

This weekend you find yourself at the farmer’s market with San and Wooyoung. As the former goes around trying to get free samples and the latter actually looks for groceries, you wander off to the lake. 

Families and pets are scattered along the shore, enjoying the spring breeze through the bright sky. Summer will come soon, an inkling of humidity sticking in the wind that blows past the shining sun.

The last time you came here was two years ago with Seonghwa. Another opportunity never really came up to return, but San and Wooyoung insisted you come today and you wanted to visit again anyway, agreeing to tag along. And next year, you’ll all graduate, making your way into the real world. It’s a little hard to believe. 

 But this is the kind of memory you’d like to savor, to revisit. 

Stepping out of the shade of the treeline, you let your eyes find a little family of ducklings. The babies tail behind their mother, and, almost as if they can sense your gaze, they turn and let out small quacks. With a chuckle, you give a small wave before they all head on their way once more, your heart growing in your chest at their flapping, splashing wings.

“Y/n!” San calls. 

“We got donuts. Do you want one?” Wooyoung asks. 

Turning to them you smile. “Sure. Just gimme a moment.”

This is the kind of thing Seonghwa would coo at, a simple, adorable moment. You’d probably be able to convince him to come here with you when he comes back with the promise of free samples alone. Everything else would just be another cherry on top.

Regardless, you want a picture, just for yourself, your own personal scrapbook in your mind. The animals, the weather, the scenery, it’s all a little too picturesque to not immortalize. 

But before you can even unlock the screen, your eyes find the date.

Your best friend is coming back in a week. 

You made it. 

While you certainly can survive without Seonghwa, there’s something about having him in the flesh that adds an extra sparkle and brightness to life. And he’ll be back before you know it. You survived months. You can make it another week. 

Snapping the photo, you hurry over to your friends and gladly take the glazed donut hole that Wooyoung hands you. Nothing has ever tasted so sweet. 

The night before Seonghwa’s return, the glass jar catches your eye. A lone page sits on the bottom, all its brethren now stacked neatly on your desk under a paperweight. 

Drying your face, you smile. What the hell. You might as well open it. 

Crawling into bed, you take the letter. Everything is as it should be. Seonghwa is on his plane home, back to you. You finished the semester with the best grades of your whole college career. You just had a fun night out with your seven other crazy friends. 

Unfolding the creases, a path you’ve memorized and can now do without a second thought, you swallow upon seeing the paragraphs in front of you.

You already know this is going to be different. 

With a shaky breath, you begin.

Dear y/n,  I hope things have been going according to plan and this is the last letter you open before I come home. I’ll be back soon and, even if I haven’t left yet as I write this, I know the first thing I’ll want to do when I land is fall into your arms and hold you until you complain about needing to pee or something. I already know I will miss you terribly. And maybe, my hope in writing this, in our distance, is to protect my fragile heart.  I know I’m being cowardly in not telling you this in person, but if you find you don’t see me in the way I see you, that’s okay. I will love you as a friend all the same and you can burn this letter and pretend the last 10 minutes never happened. But I love you. I love you in every way I have been taught to love and then some. I have fallen so deeply for you that a simple, ordinary life with you would be more meaningful and happy than any alternative, a timeline in which every other dream I have could come true. My heart is yours, has been shaped and nurtured and protected by you; I don’t think I know what it would be like if I’d never met you. Every day I wake up and see you in our kitchen before going to class, and I can’t help but feel lucky to know you. Yet, despite that, I can’t promise that I will be everything you need in a person, in the world. But I promise that I will try to protect your beautiful heart, your bright-eyed wonder, until you are so sure of them that nothing will shake you. And even then, I will still be in your corner, a shoulder to lean on. Just say the word.  I can't wait to come home.  Yours always,  Seonghwa

By the end, you can’t stop the waterfall of salty droplets falling from your face. You clutch the letter to your racing heart, trying to take a slow breath to calm all the nerves in your body that have been lit. 

Seonghwa…your Seonghwa…he loves you…

You always knew he loved you. You know he does now. 

It’s just…he loves you in one more way. 

You don’t think twice as you bring the page with you to your desk, already pulling out your own page and finding a pen. After all the letters he’s written you, you think it’s only fair that you write one back to him. Even if you can’t stop the few tears that soak your paper of your single note, you hope it’ll be enough to match the time and attention he put into his hundred.

Your little airport pickup sign has Seonghwa’s name in large, black sharpie on the front, but as you hold it up, the back of it is what causes a lump to form in your throat. The triangular paper flap that has since been taped down can change everything now. When Seonghwa opens it, nothing will be the same, and you won’t be able to go back. 

But you know it’ll all be for the better. 

Rocking on your heels, you scan the exit tunnel area once more. He’d texted you that he’d made it through customs a while ago, so it could be any minute now. But your impatience takes over, and you pull out your phone to check for new messages. 

With your foot tapping at the tile, you don’t even notice the footsteps towards you until their owner is wrapping his arms around you.

“Y/n,” he sighs, his breath falling to your skin. 

While you jolt at the surprise, you quickly relax into his familiar warmth, letting small pools form in the corners of your eyes. It doesn’t surprise you either when you feel similar drops landing on your shirt. 

“I missed you,” you cry. 

“I missed you too.”

He rocks you back and forth, the two of you eventually sinking to the ground to simply hold each other. Nothing can get in the way of you finally being together with him once more. 

“How was your internship?”

“Good, they gave me a glowing review to my advisor.” He snuggles his head further against you. “How’ve you been?”

“You say that like I haven’t spoken to you every day,” you chuckle, flicking away the wetness on your cheeks with your hands before they quickly return to their spot on his back. 

“I wanna hear about everything,” he says. “Even if you repeat it ten times over. I’m always gonna wanna hear what you have to say, y/n.”

Blinking, you find it in yourself to pull away, still in his arms, just at a further distance so you can meet his eyes. “There’s…there’s actually one thing I didn’t tell you.”

He swallows. Did you start seeing someone? You would’ve told him, right? Or maybe…you read his letter…and you thought telling him in person would soften the blow. “W-what is it?”

You hand him the envelope silently, staring at his smooth hands as he opens it and pulls out the piece of paper tucked neatly inside. It’s so simple, yet it holds your whole heart on it. 

He glances at you before his eyes find the words once more and he begins. 

Dear Seonghwa, It’s silly. You spent so much time writing me notes and letters, filling pages with heartfelt words that you just knew I needed to hear somehow always when I needed them most. You never ran out of the most perfect words. And yet, I can’t even figure out what to say in my first one. I don’t know if I can ever truly explain or understand how much I love you. You deserve to know, though, so I’ll try my best, but I can only hope that this is enough.  Your last letter to me was different in a few ways, no? If I’m reading things right, it was a confession, right? It was primarily for your feelings rather than mine.  And, most of all, it was everything I wanted to hear and then some.  The stars would be so proud to know they created you. I’m so honored that you feel I have shaped your wonderful heart in the way that I have, but I want you to know that you, your heart, yourself, you are stunning just as you are.   I don’t really know what I’m saying here but I hope you will always be happy. And I’d love it if I could be that person to make you happy. I love you. I think I always have. It just grew and grew, and I hope it doesn’t stop. Because, Park Seonghwa, you’re the one I love most.  Your partner in everything (and hopefully one more way), y/n

You’ve stopped staring for a long while, just listening to the hustle around the little bubble you’ve made on the floor. You don’t think you have the heart to see his face as he reads everything you poured into that letter. 

“Y/n,” he murmurs. 

You hum, still refusing to meet his eyes.

“Could you look at me?”

When you don’t budge, he lifts his fingers to your chin. Giving you a moment to look at him on your own, he turns your head from the ground.

“Have I told you…how much I love you?”

Finding his round orbs, you swallow. Of course his eyes always sparkle like that, but you don’t think you’ve ever seen them so bright. The soft blanket of his steady gaze is trained on you, a warm fondness and affection that causes your stomach to swoop. You’d never be able to describe how stunning his eyes are. Not even the most talented painter creating their finest masterpiece could match their beauty. And…it’s all for you…?

“Was it okay?” you squeak.

He smiles, brushing your cheek. “More than okay.” Tucking you into him, he rests his lips on your head. “It was perfect. You will always be more than enough.”

In the middle of your bubble, you give him a squeeze, resting your weight against him. He’s really here, with you, in your arms. And…

“Does that mean…you’re mine?”

He tests the waters, pressing a kiss to your temple. “And you’re mine, baby.”

“I like that.”

Grinning, he begins rubbing long strokes down your back. “I like that too, angel.”

But as you spot some of the other strangers you’d been waiting with begin to shuffle towards the exit with their friends and family, you try to stand, only to be met with the resistance of Seonghwa’s grip.

“Hey! I’m not letting you go just yet,” he laughs, the tears collecting in his eyes finally dropping from his lashes and onto his cheeks. “I’m not letting go until you complain you need to pee or something.”

[eepyslut]

Jealousy Jealousy

Dominik patience is running thin, and he's struggling to keep appearances now that Rhea isn't crying about him.

"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS DOMINIK" Liv shrieked angrily, could she be more loud? he suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at her and kept a straight face. Of course he's serious.

"Yeah, i said im gonna beat up Jey, talked with Pearce already," he shrugged, Liv didn't need to know there was this small little seed of jealousy starting to ignite inside him. 5 weeks? She was going out with Jey after 5 weeks? 2 years together, and it only took her 5 weeks to get over it and show up to work in Jey's car??

"THAT was not the plan. YOU were supposed to help Finn and JD," she smiled tightly at him. Like he cared… He didn't give a flying fuck about that to be honest, not his titles, not his problem and Carlito was free so he really didn't need to be around for that match.

"I know baby, but i need to get rid of jey, for us" he walked towards her gripping her waist trying to comfort her, but it was evident in her face she wasn't too convinced "last thing we need is them making alliances with Jey" yeah keep her focused on alliances, if he mentioned he had seen them come in together it would sound like jealousy and she would make a big deal about it. It's just a little jealousy, a little wounded ego.

"Fine, fine, I guess Carlito can fill in for you," she sighed a little pout, gracing her face. "i will check with Finn to make sure he's okay with the chan-"

"There shouldn't be a problem, no leaders, remember?" he raised his eyebrows and pulled one of his toothy innocent smiles. "Making our own decisions, taking care of business way better than having Damian and Rhea barking orders" its easy to pull that string, everytime she or anyone tries to control him he casually mentions Rhea or Damian and he is off the hook.

"You find Carlito and tell him about the match, i will go and get changed." He kissed her forehead and started to walk away without waiting for a response. Lord knows he can't stand another minute of her ear piercing voice.

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He hadn't expected Rhea to come out with Jey. Not part of the plan, neitheir was getting lost in the way Rhea's scorpions looked under that lacy top. Her tanned skin making him dizzy. But most importantly…

"SHE'S MINE" he screamed on Jey's face, before hitting him repeatedly but it only made the fucker smirk before he had time to process what he said out loud. Yeah, that wasn't the plan, either.

"She's yours? you want her now?" Jey taunted as they exchanged blows. His smirk was making his blood boil, but what made him see red was Jey whispering, "She wasn't yours last night, or last week"

Dom didn't need to know Jey was taking Rhea on little dates to cheer her up, or that Damian got stuck in traffic and that's the reason why he picked her up this morning, or that Rhea got cold and Jey gave her his hoodie. It's all innocent Rhea isn't in the head space to see someone and Jey respects that but she needs a friend and he's there.

He's fuming. His ego is too big to take the blow of his ex seeing someone else so soon, and Jey is exploiting it. "You should have thought about it. Now i have my chance all because you fumbled, man." he laughed.

He looks in Rhea's direction for a second just to check but its enough to give Jey a chance, the last thing he hears is "too late" and next thing he knows he's lying dizzy on the floor after Jey almost knocked him out with a kick.

He can hear the cheers from the crowd, and Rhea's laugh from ringside as Jey spins her around. God, could this day get any worse.

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It could. "SHE'S MINE SERIOUSLY?" I KNEW IT HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH HER, ITS ALWAYS ABOUT HER" god he really couldn't catch a break, he missed Rhea's silent and seething anger, fuck, he missed her, point blank. He could manage a check-up while the woman stared daggers through him, it wasnt great, but at least it didn't make it worse.

"Can you lower your voice?" His tone dripped with annoyance he was reaching his limit today, and the ringing on his ears wasn't helping the dizziness. Wrong, she could only get louder.

"DONT TELL ME WHAT TO DO. I DO EVERYTHING TO MAKE YOU HAPPY AND THIS IS WHAT I GET?" She was about to continue her rant, but luckily the doctor interrupted her granting him some sense of peace.

No concussion, great. But his minute of reprieve was running short, so he started before she could.

"Princesa" he dragged tiredly "you know i only have eyes for you, you are way better than her, you showed me what true love is" and in this moment true love would be 10 minutes of silence so he hoped she would drop the issue.

"Sorry daddy…" and she continued to apologize, but he wasn't really paying attention. Now that she was back to a normal volume, he was able to tune her out.

Was Rhea moving on so fast? Why did he care, he was free now, but every minute Liv is all over him feels like he's suffocating, he's supposed to feel free and yet all he does is think about Rhea, about her silence, her lower voice and the way it would lull him to sleep, the peace around her, the normal conversations, the hazy mornings, and when his mind reached that corner he imagined Jey where he used to be and he burned with jealousy.

[ashecampos]

BIRDS OF A FEATHER

Aj Campos X reader

Warnings : angst, hospitals, near death experience, motorcycle accident, alcohol consumption.

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Reader has had feelings for her friend Aj for years but hasn’t had the guts to tell her. After being hospitalised and a near death experience Aj ends up telling reader her feelings and it all comes together all the time they’ve spent together and the memories

An angsty fluffy little one shot because im obsessed with billies song ‘birds of a feather’ and thought this would be cute. This took me an hour to write so sorry if it’s bad.

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“I want you to stayyy” Aj says dramatically her arm rested over my shoulder as she pouts, standing at her door, keys in hand and helmet in the other I look back at her with a smile, she slaps the back of my head with a sad look. “Hey we are literally going to see each other tomorrow at school don’t be so dramatic” I say with a sigh. She rolls her eyes and takes her arm off my shoulder to let me leave but not before she gives me a tight hug, suffocating even. “Aj I need to breathe, ur gonna kill me here” I say as dramatically as she did seconds ago just as she lets me go. “Fine leave me…forever” she puts her hand over her heart and pulls a sad face, earning a laugh from me. “Shut up stupid, right I’ll see you tomorrow 7am be up or im leaving without you” I say while walking out of the garden and to my bike. She closes the door and I start the engine, pulling the helmet over my head and pulling out of her street. I ride for around ten minutes before I get to some traffic lights, stopping I wait for them to turn green, once they do I make quick work of pulling out in a hurry to get home to my bed, I hear the screech of tires then I feel pain in the right side of my body before my whole body is flung off of my bike and makes contact with a wall. Then darkness. A lot of screaming then beeping then people talking about head scans and X-rays.

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(AJS POV…THE NEXT DAY)

I wake up at 6:30 to my alarm blasting in my ear, I jump out of bed with a little struggle and grab the clothes I left out the night before, throwing them on, I check my phone for a text from y/n but nothing. Weird but it’s happened before, she probably forgot to charge her phone or slept in. Hypocrite much. I carry on getting ready then wait for the clock to strike seven before heading outside, looking out for her motorbike. I wait for ten minutes before calling her, nothing. I wait another ten minutes before Gabi comes out of the house giving me a confused look. “Why are you still here? Wheres y/n?” She says throwing her backpack over her shoulder. I shrug and check my phone again “no clue, give me a ride?” I plead and Gabi nods. Once in Gabi’s car I check my phone another three times while she drives. “Jesus who died here?” Gabi says as we stop at some lights. I look up and see debris and a tow truck on the road, police and traffic wardens stood directing the traffic around the mess. I catch a glimpse of a bike on the side of the road and my heart breaks for whoever’s bike it is, my mind wandering off to y/n “god I keep telling them to just get a car but they insist on having that damn bike, and look there another motorbike in an accident” I say to Gabi, she hums in agreement before turning into the schools parking lot. Once parked we say goodbye to each other, our homerooms being in different classrooms “tell y/n I said their a douche for the no heads up this morning” I say before we go out separate ways as Gabi and y/n are in the same homeroom class.

Walking into homeroom I spot Tessa, one of mine and y/n’s closest friends since well forever. Me and y/n would never have met if Tessa didn’t introduce us.

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Flashback :

Young Tessa runs over to young Aj paint smeared across her face “hide me” a young Tessa shouts toward Aj. In runs another girl. A young y/n, paintbrush in hand and an angry Gabi following her, a spot of red paint on her forehead. “Who’s that” a young Aj says, a blush spread across her face as the young girl and her sister run around trying to paint the others face. “That’s my best friend y/n, wanna meet them?” Tessa asks earning an eager nod from Aj.

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“Hey aj, nice hoodie, feeling nostalgic?” The girl pokes fun at me as we both take our seats, I look down at the hoodie and realise what she meant by nostalgic.

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Flashback :

The whole gang sit in mine and y/ns hotel room the day before a track meet, alcohol in all of our systems, we play a few games and dance a little before we all end up sitting or lying down somewhere intoxicated out of our minds, y/n had just been through a huge breakup and we are all trying to help her without bringing it up. “I love the outfit but you’re gonna freeze y/n” I say with a laugh as the girl comes out of the bathroom in just her sports bra and some shorts. A blush spreading across my face. “If I turn blue don’t save me” she said while sitting next to me on the floor, taking another sip of her drink, pulling a disgusted expression. “We should really quit drinking while we are ahead we have the meet at 11am” she says “don’t be stupid” I return her gaze, grabbing the drink, she shivers and I take off my hoodie, leaving me in a long sleeved shirt, she takes it and rests her head on my shoulder.

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“Funny, speaking of, heard anything from y/n this morning?” I ask while I grab my phone to check again, the girl just shakes her head “you know her she probably didn’t sleep and forgot to charge her phone again” I nod in agreement.

The day goes on and nothing from y/n she hadn’t shown up to school, everyone assumes she just ditched and fell asleep for the day. I try calling her a few times on break but no answer still. It isn’t until track practice that there is any news about her whereabouts.

We all stand on the field waiting on coach when he comes out with a saddened look. “Hey everyone practice is cancelled take the day to rest. Aj, Gabi and Tessa, stay here, we need to talk.” He says allowing everyone to walk back to the changing rooms cheering and smiling. My heart drops already overthinking. “So y/ns mother has just called and she was in an accident” he starts but doesn’t get the time to finish as all three of us are sprinting to the locker rooms to grab our stuff.

We all hop into Gabis car and use google maps to direct us to the nearest hospital. I check my phone and see a missed call from y/n’s brother. I don’t call back just expecting him to tell us the same news we just heard from coach.

Once we get to the hospital Tessa runs to the reception and asks for a room number or anything information on her best friend. Me and Gabi stand a few feet behind praying we are allowed to go in and see y/n. After a few minutes of back and forth Tessa comes over and says “room 344”

We all race up to the room with help from nurses pointing us in the right direction. We end up in the ICU ward and find her room, we walk in and see a doctor checking her vitals or whatever doctors do. He turns to see the three of us stood there looking back at him, my eyes looking solely at y/n. “Hey guys are you y/n’s family, if you’re not you can’t be in here, she’s just came out of surgery and we are only allowing family members in right now.” He stares us down and puts the clipboard down, in a state of panic I turn to him and say “im her fiancé” without thinking, I hold my hand up and show him the ring on my finger. The promise ring y/n gave me as a joke one Valentine’s Day after my first ever girlfriend broke my heart. Even if it was a joke, that ring has never left my hand ever since. Surprisingly the doctor nods and lets us in without another question. “What happened?” I say before Tessa or Gabi can. “Motorbike accident, she has a cracked skull, broken collarbone. We took her to surgery to fix some things but she coded multiple times, we managed to bring her back and we are just keeping her here until we are certain she’s safe to go home.” He says pointing at her while my eyes fill with tears “she’s in an induced coma right now to help with the pain but when she wakes up she’s gonna need you all here to help her through this” I walk over to her and see the damage, broken nose, bust lip and black eye. Bruises litter her skin, the white hospital gown contrasting the purple and blueness of the bruises. I pull a chair over and sit down, grabbing ahold of her hand as the doctor leaves the room, saying something to gabi and Tessa as he leaves earning a nod and thankyou from them both. They both end up sitting on chairs too, Tessa making multiple phone calls while Gabi keeps asking if im okay.

It’s been hours that we’ve been sat here. She’s still asleep I’ve never seen her so peaceful it hurts. I remember all the times we’ve shared. This could be our last. Last night could’ve been our last movie night. “Fine leave me forever” being the last thing I ever said to her. My eyes fill with tears once again and Gabi comes over, placing a hand on my shoulder “you okay?” She asks quietly “I think I love her” I say while shaking my head, tears falling from my eyes. Tessa’s laugh can be heard from the other side of the room as she comes back in. “We know you love her, also doc mchot said she should wake up any time now, so stop throwing a pity party” Tessa says throwing Gabi a cup of jello. “Where did you even get these?” Gabi laughs. “The hot doctor snuck me a few in exchange for my number” she smirks “he’s switching jobs to be a firefighter, next week he starts training” the blonde smirks again. “If y/n was awake right now they would throw this jello cup at your head so hard” I say with a small smile. I feel y/n start to stir in her bed, Gabi and Tessa take this as their sign to leave the room “we will give you two some space” Gabi says, grabbing Tessa’s arm and dragging her along asking about the hot doctor/firefighter.

A groan escapes her mouth as her eyes open slowly, a hand shooting up to rub her eyes. Followed by a hiss of pain. “What the fuck happened?” She says with a laugh “I love you” I blurt out.

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(Y/ns pov)

My eyes open and my whole body aches. I bring up a hand to rub my eyes but a shooting pain follows as I hit the bridge of my nose, I bite my lip in agony and bring my hand back down, seeing aj with puffy red eyes, and the fact we are sat in a hospital I look at her again “what the fuck happened?” I ask before laughing a little. She looks me in the eyes and blurts out “I love you” I blink a few times to make sure I am indeed awake and not dead. Once im positive im not in heaven I realise im crying and aj looks at me concerned “I love you too And I don't know what I'm cryin' for, I don't think I could love you more” I blurt out immediately regretting it as I see Tessa and Gabi at the door smirking, we are never going to live this down. So I do the only thing I can think of. Dig myself a deeper hole. “I’ll love you to the day that I die”

[hazbinhotelexpansion]

Oh I was BORN to answer your request, prepare for all of my random discord quotes

Are you climbing the inside of the elevator??? ..........maybe

"I want them Zoloft boys"

"ok I think the phone has been in the microwave long enough"

She could run a kingdom, people would listen to her, she's very loud!

I'll sop your wet! ... I'll wet your sop? No, neither of those sound right, joke canceled, goodbye

You know me I love dead people

You want me to go straight to bed? Why not gay to bed???

"this tastes like battery acid, but if battery acid was tasty"

Gusty showers sounds like a terrible name for a retirement community

What happens if you have nipple pasties that just look like nipples? "Then you need nipple pasties for your nipple pasties" Nipple-pasty-ception "Get a bra that looks like boobs and put nipple pasties on that"

Yeah I'm like canonically allergic to chihuahuas in specific

"Jesus told a tree to off itself and then he threw a table"

"am I a Honda or a person?"

"NOW GIVE ME YOUR FACE AND DONT ASK QUESTIONS"

Gasp! Someone cheesed him!

WHY WOULD YOU MAKE MY LITTLE BOY INTO LEMONADE

"using my telekinesis to lift my daughter out of her crib just in time for her father to see her levitating randomly"

"why are we talking about bacon now I thought we were talking about your daddy issues"

I do not have a gender, I have a question

oh pants stopped happening like 30 minutes ago

just calling me Charizard is unhelpful team

I AM THE PICASSO OF MEMES

Ope there goes angel climbing into the China closet again

EVIL JELLO MY NEW GENDER

"I have a *weird* problem, are you ready to hear about my *weird* problem" "always" "my brownies are too oily"

"Before I can own a pigeon, I need to get my bird permit" Your..... Birdmit

It doesn't have to be a bunch of sad white women drinking wine sitting in a rented conference room with a bunch of tables all done up in tablecloths with droopy streamers and half floating balloons

he can be a soft boi *and* a crackhead!!!

"they're Jean shoes" YOU GOT THE FUCKIN JHOES???

Please refrain from happy biting the cannibal

WOOHOO KEVIN GOT BOOPS

Two pigeons, chilling on the sidewalk, five feet apart cause they're not gay

"you're watching a weiner schnitzel be made? Isn't that a dog?"

"she wouldn't hit a cows arse with a banjo"

About husk: probably grumpy enough to overpower catnip by the sheer force of cynicism

About niffty being drunk: she's a spastic caffeinated squirrel in traffic that's just taken a nice long inhale of, uh, snow

no actually I think you're right! I like my impulsive, self destructive behaviors

don't turn yourself into one of those cooked children in the backseat you're always hearing about, Pls don't cook yourself over your trauma

YEAH WE HAVE CHILD LABOR ON THIS BUS!

Mickey mouse voice: you can't spell drunk driving without U and I!

He has the mcdonald's headset of infinite wisdom

*angrily* IM GONNA TURN YOU INTO TREE FOOD

Sudden vox in my head: and now introducing, this.... Fuckin thing..... *gestures to cursed cat alastor on a small runway behind him*

HOPE THESE HELP YOU GUYS IM LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING THE NEW CONTENT!

Friend, I am

CRYING

[inlove-and-dying]

The Walking Dead characters as things from the quotes channel on Discord (Ft. Y/N) PT 2

Negan: nice, I slap children

Y/N: my brain is smooth! it hardly has any wrinkles! the only wrinkles it has are from stress!

Daryl: you run like a deer in the headlights

Carl: I am not above drop-kicking children

Michonne: time sure does fly when you've been sleeping all day

Negan: do you have a crush on me? Rick, without missing a beat: no, I have standards Negan: Negan: I just asked you that to see your reaction but OW-

Y/N: cats are not human

Carl: another day, another slay. and as I like to say, go fuck yourself!

Y/N: *about Carl* there go his ribs.... oh and his life too i guess.... oh nevermind he's still alive the stupid bitch

Y/N: I'm just gonna.... slide the L to you... Daryl: and I'm just gonna.... flip the bird to you....

Glenn, at 2 AM: reject humanity, become B A N A N A

Negan: manslaughter... I can't believe it's not murder!

Michonne: my ducks are not in a row. heck, I don't even know if my ducks are alive!

Carl, to Daryl: you're a tall midget

Rick: where are you going? Y/N: *exhasperated sigh* Australia Rick: oh Rick: you're gonna die Y/N and Carl: *laugh* Carl, quietly: that's the point

Y/N: I would just like to say Y/N: Daryl has a rockin' set of tits Y/N: I mean have you seen them??? Y/N: and not to mention the HAIR oh my god the HAIR Y/N: I W A N T H I S G E N D E R

Glenn: Maggie. MAGGIE. I have decided that I am going to be a walking blue stick

Daryl, to Glenn: you're talkin' a lotta smack for someone light enough to be thrown into oncoming traffic

Negan: I'm going crazy. I said killed someone and said "eat this, it's good for you"

Carl: you squished my weiner :(

Y/N: y'know, IDK crap about the Bible but I do know the entire Pokemon timeline

Rick: *comes into Carl's room* I think I've found your trouble sleeping Carl: what? Rick: *points to coffee cup* maybe you should be having that in the morning instead of at night Carl: but morning for me was 3PM Rick: try 9AM Carl: nooooo that's nastyyyyyy

Negan: I'm so manly that even my balls have balls

Carl, to Negan and Rick: aww, look at you! arguing like the old couple that you are!

Enid: do you have a fruit loop stuck up in your nose?

Tara: go dink some water children. hydrate or die straight

Rick: I am.... Rick: going to war, for plot reasons

Michonne: Im pretty sure i lose more blood on ym period that I will with a broken nose, I'll be fine

Carol: dude, you're trying to speedrun seeing God

Y/N: gotta love that E N E R G Y J U I C E

Carol: get outta here, dude. I revoke your life pass

Abraham: If all else fails, we get a tank

Maggie: be nice to everyone! *looks at Y/N and Carl* I'm talking to you two!

Eugene: THAT IS A FOUNTAIN. A FOUNTAIN IS A DECORATIVE RESEVOIR USED FOR DISPERSING WATER

Glenn: I am extremely dying

Governer: *laughs in evil*

[ilexdiapason]

"what is the pearl the bard au, ilex?" im SO glad you asked: a primer

first of all, hello jon, apologies for the deception, but i thought it was necessary to get the traffic people in through their scrunkle, so i didn't call the au by its proper name. this is eswap, the empires swap au, featuring pearlthebard. but i'm gonna tell it from her pov so it's all good

the following is a brief summary of what i refer to as "season one" of pearlthebard, and can be read in its entirety by going to @pearlthebard and reading through the linked directory, but if you don't have time for three months of tumblr rp then here's the gist of it!

Once upon a time, cruel gods named Watchers brought in just over a dozen people to play participants in a sick little game of death and betrayal. Pearl was not there. She was there when they did it for a second time, but she didn't win, so she can't remember it. The third time she prefers to forget, for the most part: it's a big awful blur of self harm and mania and dying and killing and losing everything she ever loved without ever really knowing why.

At the end of Double Life, she stands on a hill and watches the man who would not be her soulmate light himself ablaze, and when he blows up it takes her with him.

At this point, we step out of the narrative briefly, because Pearl the Bard doesn't actually begin with Pearl, not really - it begins with my friend Al going "hey i should make an au where the empires smp season 2 characters are role swapped", and hitting number thirteen Oli TheOrionSound, and going "ah shit well i guess i'll swap him with santa perla that works". Thus, Saint Oli, and Pearl the Bard. However, notably, Pearl cannot map neatly on to Oli's backstory of being isekai'd in from the end of Afterlife SMP, because she wasn't there.

At the end of Double Life, Pearl is blown up, but she does win. And a winner, by the usual metrics, earns a prize.

Saint Oli catches her when the blast flings her soul from her lifeless body, looks this incredibly wet cat up and down, and decides to give her a second chance.

She lands in the Empires SMP.

If you've seen Oli's episodes, which you probably should there were only four of them for the entirety of ESMP S2, you'll know roughly how the story goes from here, but the faces are a little different. She steals a goat horn from Princess Katherine of Dawn, she is jailed by Deputy Sausage of the Goblands, and while she awaits her judgement by the Sheriff Smallishbeans, she hears an awfully familiar voice from the floor of the cave asking what she did to get put in there.

Mayor Smajor of Animalia is a normal man. He runs his empire with a fairly loose grip, but he's proactive about developing a safe space for all animal folk to live among the pretty amethysts and not have to conform to the standards of human society. He, though, he's not an animal, no way, behind this dark mask he's completely human and not a cat. He has a life here, has lived in the Empires for years and founded a community with his own paws hands that he's very proud of.

The weird girl in the cage, the woman who brought two HUGE dogs to his lands and then somehow decided it was his fault for hissing at them that they didn't get on, and the new bard his neighbour Sausage has been gossiping to him about all seem to be disconnected, until they very suddenly aren't.

Pearl is a mystery to Scott. Despite him never having seen her before in his life, she seems convinced that he's either a regret or a danger, and she even goes so far as to stab him to death rather than tell him what the hell is her problem with him. He gets a little bit obsessed, if he's honest - finds her house to show up at it, insists that Sausage keep him updated on her, even starts to lose sleep. And when he does sleep he has strange dreams, dreams of being far taller, being tailless, being ten times better with a weapon than the Mayor of Animalia would ever need to be.

Pearl, steadfast in the conviction that the best thing she can do is get far the hell away from this weird, tiny Not-Smajor and never speak to or of him again if possible, runs to the distant shores of Sanctuary. And then squats in the Eversea. And then borrows Joey's spare room in the Evermoore. And every time, some coincidence sends Scott dangerously close to her escape path, forces them to make small talk, gives them both another nightmare of another time that Scott can't remember and Pearl wishes she could forget.

And then eventually they do catch up with one another in the streets of Chromia, and Scott refuses to back down until Pearl admits to him the truth of whether she really belongs in this world and what her connection is to his dreams and why he feels so weirdly, encompassingly guilty when he looks at her, and... well, i won't spoil that, that was a good one, i liked that one, you should go read it.

But yeah! Pearl the Bard! It's good! Soulmate drama forever :D

[multyfandoms-imagines]

Hello! This is the Traffic Light OT3 asker again. Thank you for the latest post you posted and made for Ayin, Carmen and Benjamin!

If you're okay with it and aren't tired of my requests, to continue with the OT3 ask before.

May I ask some fluff headcanons with Ayin, Carmen and Benjamin getting married then raising Enoch, Lisa and Angela as siblings in a no death, happy domestic life scenario?

The Traffic Light Trio gettig married and adopting Enoch and Lisa and building Angela would be very cute indeed.

Of course there gotta be an au where nothing bad happens

Spoilers btw

Happy little family

•that was Carmen's idea. Im just gonna say it right away. That idea got into her head as soon as Lisa and Enoch got saved from Sweepers

•Benjamin loved this idea but Ayin had second thoughts because of their job. Its not exactly easy to manage an entire facility with possibly-world-ending-danger-level monsters that can go wild should they not be satisfied AND raise a family

•Benjamin encouraged Ayin to stop working 24/7 and have some time dedicated to rest and family

•the dang idiot instead translated it into "make a robot to look after your facility when you cant" and boom. Angela was built

•okay it didnt go as goofy as i make it sound, but Ayin did create Angela. Carmen was an inspiration to her design, but naming was hard. He didnt feel like names he picked fit the robot

•other 2 found out about it and, while disappointed that Ayin cant just sit still and rest for once in his god damn life, decided to help him out. Ayin settled for "Angela"

•she was supposed to learn how to manage facility, but it turned out that Angela barely knew basic management skills. She was closer to a curious teen then a smart woman

•Enoch didnt mind having an older sister but Lisa got pouty. Because little kid wanted more attention (siblings will understand lol)

•Benjamin and Carmen encouraged Ayin to spend time with 3 kids, they can run a facility without him. Not to mention how there were some other close friends of theirs to help out: Elijah, Gabriel, Michelle, Giovanni, Kali and Daniel

•que Ayin awkwardly trying to be a normal dad montage. He is trying his best okay?

•Angela learns things quicker and thus asks her father (Ayin) to teach her more. Ayin is a good teacher when he puts his mind into it

•these 2 + Carmen and Benjamin will later have a serious talk regarding the future of Lobotomy Corporation, Ayin's unhealthy schedule and Angela's start of work

•Angela is at first scared of the responsibility, because it is alot. It scares her to be responsible if someone were to get into accident. But, well... That is what her father was doing alot. And uncle Benjamin with mother (Carmen) do worry about dad...

•she decides, even if with shaky beginning, to ask Ayin how to run the facility. Dad always looked tired after a particularly stressful day while she and her siblings played carelessly. Angela hopes to make Ayin's work more bearable

•somewhere Garion is looking amused with how things turn out in Lobotomy but decided to observe longer, sipping tea

•one time Lisa, Enoch and Angela did a group present for Ayin, Benjamin and Carmen. Ayin cried because he thought he didnt spend enough time with family to deserve it

•3 kids were just happy to be with each other. Angela steadily learnt how to manage facility even without Ayin to make sure he stays healthy

[stormyoceans]

monica monica monica, i just had a random thought about morkday and now i will be manifesting it to happen, or something like it, bc it would be So Good (at least i think so being an angst lover)

they have an argument of some sort and mork storms off. he doesnt show up to work the next day or two so day tries to go looking for him along the paths that they've walked together and he gets hurt some how, i don't know don't yell at me. night calls mork and he quite literally drops everything and straight up runs to the hospital and day instantly knows when he steps in the room bc he smells like the mechanic shop. enter: tearful apologies and "im okay"s and maybe hand holding that makes night realize just how much they care about each other?

anywayssss, it really last twilight brainrot hours 24/7 <3<3

IN A DEAD FAINT IN FRONT OF MY SCREEN AFTER EXPERIENCING THE EMOTIONAL EQUIVALENT OF BEING FLUNG DIRECTLY INTO A BRICK WALL AT TOP SPEED AND HAVING AN HIGH ENERGY PROTON BEAM FROM A PARTICLE ACCELERATOR PASSING DIRECTLY THROUGH MY BRAIN CASSI THIS IS SOOOOO [SCREAMING SHAKING CRYING CHEWING MY WAY THROUGH KEVLAR]

NO BECAUSE THE THING IS!!!!!!! i can actually see this happening so well!!!!!!! like okay do you know that quick moment in the trailer where night is right outside day's room while mork is drying day's hair and night has this look on his face that just screams 'something is going on there and i don't like it'???? and then there's that scene where mork tells day's mom "i know the boundaries of my responsibility" and day hears it AND THEN right after that there's day's mom hugging him????? imagine night suspecting something is going on between mork and day and eventually sharing this suspicion with their mother because he feels protective over his brother and by doing so he confirms what she was already afraid of (because mork and day aren't subtle AT ALL) and for whatever reason she isn't happy with them getting too close (maybe because she thinks mork isn't sincere and she doesn't want day to get hurt, or maybe it's because of class prejudice) so she talks to mork to make sure he knows his place and this ends up making all of mork's self doubts flare up and gnaw at him, which means that when day confronts him about what he said to her, he just.. agrees with her. tells day they're too different and that this is just a job for him anyway

so they fight, like you said. and it's a very ugly fight, where they both say things they don't really mean. as bad as it gets, though, day still expects mork to show up the next day because mork ALWAYS shows up: even when day was actively trying to chase him away at the beginning, mork still kept coming. but he doesn't, now, not even the following day, or the one after that. day tries to reach out but he gets no reply and at some point his mom tells him that it's better like this, that it was gonna happen sooner or later and that they're gonna find someone else to take care of day and that day is gonna forget about mork soon. and day is just so damn tired of people telling him what's best for him and treating him like he can no longer decide for himself, so he says you know what fuck this and goes to look for mork

but then he gets hurt and night calls mork because he can tell his brother is suffering without him and mork runs to the hospital at the speed of light and at that point you couldn't separate them even if you tried (no one actually tries to, thankfully, because even day's mom can tell they love each other at this point)

ANYWAY I FEEL VERY MUCH LIKE THAT GIF OF A WOMAN TALKING TO HERSELF RN THIS IS SO GONNA ACTUALLY HAPPEN THANK YOU FOR THE DERANGEMENT CASSI IM GONNA WALK INTO TRAFFIC

[gabenvrhappened]

PlaylistsOr... Ruthlessly Crying Out Loud Like a Seventeen Babe

The idea was in my head for months now: what if I created a playlist to post on my Tumblr? I wanted to have a space where I could write about songs I love but that I don't feel like have much of a story to have a whole essay written about them — or because sitting down to write always takes time, and sometimes, it's time I don't have. So it only seemed right to share these songs as if they were a playlist of my recent obsessions. Want to join me?

Favorite Lyric: I don't believe in violence ⬩ But you know I won't be silent ⬩ I'm a lover, not a fighter ⬩ But if anyone tried to hurt you ⬩ I would be ruthless for you ⬩ Do something crazy, you know I would, baby ⬩ I swear I've got your heart and if it came down to it ⬩ I would be ruthless;

Ruthless by Kacey Musgraves came to me when I decided that I wanted to get to know more songs, starting from artists I already know because that would be less overwhelming. While playing her newest album, Ruthless stood out the most. In the past, her album Star-Crossed, and specifically the song Justified, helped me through a hard time in my life that I already spoke about here a lot. I don't consider myself a fan of hers, mostly because I like one or another song.

This one got me in this new moment in my life where I'm feeling more confident and posting more of myself on social media. And, just like most of the songs with this love theme, it makes me hopeful in finding someone that would make me feel ruthless. In fact, I just had a date this week, and it was so sweet. Who knows if I'd be ruthless for this guy? And kind of random, but somehow this song reminds me of Speechless from the Aladdin movie, sung by Naomi Scott, that I love so much and that Im still resentful that it didn't win an Oscar.

Favorite Lyric: I had a dream that we danced at a crosswalk, down the block ⬩ Didn't even care that we made the traffic stop ⬩ You put your hand on top of my hand;

Moving on, 17 by Julia Michaels also came to me while going back to artists I like, but in her case, it was more of a comeback to an album that I hadn't paid much attention to back in the day. Her Inner Monologue project brought "Into You" to my playlists when it was released, but nothing stood out much for me. Just like Kacey, Julia is an on-and-off type of artist. Her song, for example, All Your Exes was and still is the biggest anthem for me that will always crave a new excitingly discoverable type of love.

Funny enough, all along, she had a song called 17 and I never bothered to press play? Songs with this age in their title are certain to make me obsessed (for all that feeling of youth and flashbacks of a good time), like the one from Avril Lavigne (that, just like this one, brings us back down the memory road, on a universal feeling of, if sixteens are sweet, seventeens are wild). In fact, this Michaels's song almost made its way through a separate post because I thought it would be a good #TheOldGabe post together with Avril's song and Ellie Goulding's song... until I figured out her song was called Sixteen instead... well. It's here now, and it even gave me a new idea for my list of adventures: dance on a crosswalk. She doesn't sing it, but if there's rain involved, then it's checkmate for me.

Favorite Lyrics: I don't know what to tell you ⬩ Maybe I never knew ⬩ Not tryna make you jealous but it looks so good on you ⬩ Been stuck on elevators, in airports and empty rooms ⬩ Been stuck here, waiting for you ⬩⬩ You're sweating off your makeup ⬩ You're running every light ⬩ What's gonna help you wake up ⬩ Won't help you sleep at night ⬩ Sometimes I see the future ⬩ Sometimes I'm not so bright ⬩ Sometimes you're looking for a fight;

Now we can continue with songs that were released recently. The first of them was For Crying Out Loud by FINNEAS. I didn't know he was releasing something, so I pressed play at first without pretension, but from the very second that that first listen had ended, I became hooked on the song. I feel like, just like Charlie Puth, he has so much potential as a producer — a potential that he's living up to, especially with all his work with Billie Eilish.

I've been addicted to his tunes before, like the masterpiece Hurt Locker and the enticing Let's Fall In Love For The Night, so I knew he had it in him, but I didn't know that it was this much. This is such an infectious song, and I can't stop catching myself saying to myself how good of a job he did here. I could pick every single part of the song to be my favorite lyric or part, which is rare to happen.

Naturally, the second I understood how this song had its effect on me, I sent it to my friend, and then I searched if he was planning to come to Toronto for a concert. Nothing yet, but fingers crossed.

Favorite Lyric: "Is there anything you wanna talk about?" ⬩ You said, "Like what?", I said, "Don't play around" ⬩ You said "Just leave it alone, babe" ⬩ What if I can't, babe ⬩ Is there anything you wanna say to me ⬩ Like "baby, if we don't stop, we'll ruin everything" ⬩ You said, "You'd better go home, babe" ⬩ If that's what you want, babe;

Lastly, but not least, we have Babe by Amy Shark. She just released her new album, and I was sort of ashamed of myself for not knowing it since I love her. But I don't blame myself. If her first album, Love Monster, was fantastic (incredible songs like Leave Us Alone, Never Coming Back, and Middle of the Night — just to name a few), as she was releasing her later albums, I felt like the quality was declining. Until we came to this one, where she was releasing songs that weren't (sometimes barely) two minutes long. For me, that's the worst way an artist can sell their soul for streams.

When Two Friends was released, my hope was alight a little bit, and now, with the record out, it's no surprise that my favorite song comes from the same subject that inspired the song I first mentioned. It's been a long road since I've discovered her through the Love, Simon soundtrack. Unlike FINNEAS, though, I feel like the chances of her coming to Toronto aren't that high. Which is a bummer (even with her not singing the incredibly perfect Sink In in her shows).

What caught my attention in this song was the line about the goodbye kiss on the cheek. I did that on the date I mentioned earlier. Let's just hope it's not this type of goodbye, because this song portrays a playful and secretive relationship ending. Through the very clever chorus, made almost entirely of dialogues, we can feel the pain these two former friends, now lovers, are feeling. I just hope they're happy, because I want every couple to be happy — seriously, one of the things that hurts me the most is seeing a couple fighting on the street; it always makes me want to come to them to help remind them of the love they once shared — but considering her album it's called Sunday Sadness, I'm not sure about that.

[ksglobal]

10 Things Every Business Owners Should Know in 2022

As a Digital marketing company owner, I realized many of the business owners thinks, It’s hard enough to keep up with running your business, let alone the best ways to market it. I’m writing this post to help business owners informed and on top of what’s important for your business’s growth and success. im not gonna say its gonna be easy, it requires you to do some work. let’s dive in.

1. Your UVP

Your unique value proposition is what sets you apart from your competitors. It’s the thing(s) you do to help your customers in ways that your competitors don’t (or can’t). Every successful business has a UVP, whether they’ve articulated it or not. If you don’t know your business’s unique value proposition, you need to; and then you need to incorporate it into your content and messaging.

2. Work on Local SEO

Search engines have radically improved their understanding of locality, and having your business correctly identified and optimized for local search is crucial for attracting the right customers. This means optimizing your website with your location in mind, getting your business listings in local directories set up, and tagging your location in your social media posts. If you don’t have a website get one today, you don’t know what are you losing. dominate google now.

3. The Importance of Google My Business

I noticed, most of the business owners not aware of this, The Google My Business platform is having an ever-growing impact on how local customers find businesses. Getting your Google My Business profile created and populated is a minimal time investment with a major return.

For more help with Google My Business, head to our GMB Knowledge Center with free help and how-to articles.

4. Who Your Competitors Are

It is not about focusing on business growth, a business owner should pay attention to their competitors too. It’s important to know your competitors so you can keep tabs on them, and identify gaps that you can fill in

6. What Your Metrics Are

It’s important to identify what success looks like for your business, which might be organic traffic, the conversion rate on your ads, email open rate, monthly revenue, or inventory growth. Whatever your important metrics are, knowing them gives you a baseline so that you can see how well you’re progressing and where you need to improve your performance. Related post: How to Know if Your Marketing is Working

7. Collect Your Reviews

Word of mouth has and always will be the most highly-prized method of getting your business in front of more customers. In addition to the traditional person-to-person form, online reviews are now a major component of the word about your business. Being proactive with collecting positive reviews for your business is one key to building your credibility with potential customers.

8. Email Still Works

Good old fashioned email marketing still works. It’s still effective, it’s still cheap, it’s still the way for you to convey huge amounts of information to your leads and prospects without taxing your resources or annoying your targets. I still recieving questions like does email marketing still works? yes, it still works

9. Your Niche

Your business has a niche. It is better to be great at one thing than it is to be mediocre at many things. Everyone can get mediocre just about anyplace they turn. Mediocre isn’t competitive. It’s great that’s hard to find. Find your niche and be great in it. Get a consultant if you can’t find one for yours.

10. The Power of Simple Content

Content is crucial for marketing, but you don’t have to be the world’s greatest writer to be successful. let me be honest I’m not good at writing, I leverage my writing with some of the Google tools like Grammarly. Marketing is about connection, it’s about you are telling a story to your audience. Write and create as if you are just talking with your audience in a regular personal conversation. Employ their language, convey simple and digestible information, and express your brand and thoights message in relatable ways.

[milkweedman]

Having hap problems... i finished the socks this morning and decided to frog the old hap progress (which im glad i did) and re-evaluate what i was trying to do here. Since i dont currently have the brainpower to do the recreation of a traditional hap that i planned, i figure if nothing else i still want a warm, practical, and non-delicate shawl of some kind. But after a bit of ravelry scrolling im realizing that i don't think i have the yardage to do that :( i never measured all of it but if i kept consistent with the first skein, which i think i did, i have around 815 yards (745 meters) of light worsted yarn. And everything that ticks the boxes of 'uncomplicated' and 'looks warm' requires like double the yardage that i have.

[atempause-art]

anyways i was gone for 5 days and a bus ride home that was supposed to take an hour took nearly 3 for some reason and i’m more dehydrated than a raisin, what did i miss in the meantime

gonna start drawing tomorrow again