#sorry for forgetting the tags i just dont feel confident enough that people would get triggered of it by how badly drawn they are

[mikayesha]

she keeps on growing,

slippin' through my fingers all the time.

[caseythebunnyboy]

! MINORS, HOMO/TRANSPHOBES, TERFS/RADFEM, PRO-ANA, DETRANS/MISGENDER KINK, STRAIGHT MEN, STRAIGHT WOMEN & LESBIAN ONLY BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT !

!! WARNING !! this blog will contain hardcore kinks. please don't scroll through my blog if you are sensitive to these things, prioritize yourself.

hello, my name is casey! iam an 18 y/o, 5'4, south-east asian trans boy (he/him exclusively) that is going to be running this tumblr blog! im a bottom switch, which means that i prefer to be the one getting penetrated, but i can be both dom and/or sub while doing so.

taken emoji anons: 🗝️ || 🚂 || 🧸 || 🍅 || 👁️ || 🐺 || 🐦 || 🏹 || 🥀 || 🍡 || 🎸 || 👑🖤 ||

what i will be posting: mainly kinky text posts, nsfw art of myself, and sometimes ill show off my body in a nice outfit when im feeling more confident!

rules & info:

if you cross my boundaries 3 times, i will block you, no exceptions. depending on the severity of the crossing, i might block you instantly with no second chances.

if your blog makes me uncomfortable or i get a bad feeling from it, im blocking you.

sexting and roleplaying with me in my dms is allowed, but i will not send photos to you in dms! i dont feel comfortable doing that. so only strictly texting! i am fine with people sending me videos and photos though, but it depends on what you'll send me.

atleast say hi before chatting me, had someone say "worthless cunt" as their first dm and i blocked them lmao, its not hot to me. greeting me first would be nice.

if you are going to sext and/or rp with me, please keep my kink and no-no lists in mind, i have boundaries too.

only those that arent women and arent exclusively attracted to only women are allowed to sext with me. sorry to the women out there who wanted to, but im not attracted to you... but im sure you're still very pretty, and theres many other people who'd want to chat with you!

what to call my genitals: cock, dick, boy cunt, cunt, cunny, boypussy, bunny pussy, wet hole, front hole, little/small/tight hole, needy hole, bunny hole! (please dont call it a vagina, clit or just "pussy" by itself. only calling it a "pussy" without my preferred additions is something i can excuse sometimes, but i dont like it. vagina and clit will get u straight up blocked.)

what to call my chest area: chest. thats it. if you call it tits, boobs, or anything like that i will block you. even if you say "boy tits" or "man boobs" you are still getting blocked. its either you only refer to it as a chest or you never refer to it at all.

inbox and asks are always open! please send me threats of what you'll do to me if you find me, what you want to do to me, and if you got off to anything i post 💜

my kinks: cnc, somno, teacher/student, power imbalance/dynamic, roleplaying, voice kink, degrading and/or praising me, dry humping/grinding, humiliation, free use, gangbang, overstim, edging, orgasm control/denial, impact play, begging, namecalling, pet play, watersports, monsterfucking, tentacles, breeding (no preg, makes me dysphoric), creampie (also no preg, same reason), cum dump, bondage, shibari, being punished, manhandling, size kink, treating me like your toy, making me into a sex slave, being protective/possessive, dumbification, claiming, jealous/angry sex, rough sex, and teasing. (theres prob alot more but theres so many that i forget lol)

kinks that are hard no's: feet, knife/gunplay, feeder/feedee, ed, choking, scat, vomit, age play, misgendering kink, detrans kink, calling me any term mainly used for women (good girl, queen, princess, babygirl, using she/her for me), drug play, bioessentialism, pregnancy, forced feminization, and gore.

things i like being called: baby boy, bunny boy, little bunny, little boy, cunt boy, bunny, bun bun

tags: #casey ★ grumbling for little (often nsfw) text posts/rambles/thoughts that i dont think are interesting enough to be in other tags, #casey ★ mumbling for text posts, #casey ★ answering for ask posts, #casey ★ doodling for drawings, #casey ★ peeking for body pictures, #casey ★ speaking for important announcements/posts, and #casey ★ sharing for reblogs!

also! this is all a fantasy, i do not actually want this to happen to me. consent and safety is very important in kink, sex and bdsm. i do not condone these actions being done unconsensually.

thats all! i hope my blog can make your dicks throb 💜

[vvanite]

Hi sorry to bother you but I saw your post about the TAZ GN earlier. What were the reactions to the Lucas Miller reveal? I cannot find any (negative) reactions at all about that here. Just some people saying "oh there he is" and that gets overshadowed by everyone losing their shit about Kravitz.

Thank you and have a great day

Hey there no worries! and i dont blame you for not finding much info, any discussion of this happened months ago so it probably got washed out. if anything, this gives me a chance to collectively create an archive of the Lucas situation :)

So the way we got to see Lucas's full design was through sneak peek releases of the Crystal kingdom gn a while ago. (also! it's important to point out that his design was shown in earlier novels but with crystal kingdom, it was when we had an official reveal) Of course, there were people who were nonchalant about him, but the ones I want to address are those who disliked it and those who were ehh liking him too much. (I'll explain more later on that)

So, a lot of people who disliked the design shared similar thoughts that Lucas shouldn't have been a person of color and that he should have been white.

It is for a number of reasons,

1. In the podcast, he owned SLAVES. enslaved bugbears to be exact. (Let's be honest that whole plot point in the podcast is bad that no one talks about enough) We don't know exactly why the creative team decided to make him a poc but one could say it was to lessen the blow of the bugbear plotline and how bad it was concept-wise. A person's race doesn't lessen or change the horrible shit a character did. Lucas is already an oppressor and him being brown does not lessen it like the creative team intended. It's just peak racial color-blindness. (The black cop trope is one I would compare this situation to.)

2. From a design standpoint, he didn't fit the vision people had with him being a nerdy white dude when listening to the campaign. And then when he was revealed, a lot of folks thought he looked ambiguously brown or being Desi since he has facial features related to that. I feel that I don't have the confidence to say if he is Desi but if we were to say that he is, that contributes to a stereotype of indian people of the annoying nerd archetype just like Lucas in the podcast.

3. It is not good representation at all. It really looked like the creative team was trying to fill a POC quota, instead of thinking critically of their design choices. Yes, characters of people should have the chance to be antagonists but they should also play other roles, especially protagonist roles. And it does NOT look good if you take a step back and realize the conflict consists of 2 white and 1 racially ambiguous (merle) heroes fighting against a person of color. Even if the bugbear slave plotline is changed or removed, that last point still stands.

NOW. we got the people who did like the design and their thirst over the design is just gross. Lucas being drawn as a conventionally attractive man makes him into this sexy evil brown man trope. People are forgetting they are thirsting over A SLAVE OWNER. and it seems like people just brush over the concerns of fans of color just because he looks hot. ugh

Just to clarify, I speak as an individual fan of color and most of these concerns are from discussions I've seen from other fans of color. These concerns are pretty summarized so I'll link perspectives from other poc from that time which has more depth. personally, I would ask you to not bring up this topic to them again when they have ALREADY explained their perspective to the public but if you want to... please be mindful if you bother them about this because I'm sure they are pretty tired from this UNLESS they first initiate a future discussion of this when the gns are released.

(For mcnuggyy, I just linked their general taz racism tag but if you want a narrow search, just search up lucas)

https://mcnuggyy.tumblr.com/tagged/taz+racism

https://herbgerblin.tumblr.com/post/631703276137611264/continued

Now this would be the point where I link a Paypal or venmo for you to pay for my time collecting information and educating you but I don't have one set up so just reblog my art as payment ty :>

[randomsevans]

PAIN OF BEING LOVE part  4

"Cant we just leave " Scott whined as he leans down to your ear 

"What no " you whispered back

"But we have been here long enough "

"We have been here for less than an hour " you snapped

"And that's more then enough for people who don’t want to be here " he whispered in your ear

"Its your brothers engagement party you have to be here "

"Not if I don’t want to "

"And whys that?"

He was silent for a second, a second to long you began to get worried

"I just don’t okay " he whined

"Why ?"

"Because I don’t like seeing you hurt " he snapped back instantly

You paused for a moment thinking

You turned to faced him

"Scott I shouldn't matter. You should be happy like me that Chris is getting the life he wants " you sigh

"But what about you ?"

"Ha ! You never know I might find someone, who I will love and will love me more then this "you said with a fake smile , not meaning or believing any word you just said

"Don’t lie " Scott sigh

"Whose lying " Lisa voice perked up as she came towards the both of you .

"Oh just y/n love life "Scott said . You snapped your head in his direction sending him dagger , as he played the sweet innocent son role . You turned back to lisa with a fake smile .

"Ohhh love life ?" Sharron came and stood next to her mom

'Great how many Evan's are coming?'

"Its about time she got one " Carly joked , causing a ripple of laughter

"Ha I think you fine she has a very active love life " Scott giggled

"Scott !" You barked

"What !" He just shrugged

"So anyone new ..." Carly began

"Or old you never know "Sharron added

"Oooo is it serious " Lisa asked

"Is what serious?" Minka butted in

"Really is there anyone else in the garden that want to join in !

There was a pause for a moment

"Oh just y/n new man " Scott said confidently

You looked at him shocked

'What is he doing?'

"So there is someone about time !" Sharron shouted

"You going tell us anything " Carly asked

"Oh girls don’t pressure her , I'm sure when shes ready she’ll tell us , want ya y/n " Lisa began but then leaned in "but just let me but the first " she giggled

All you could do was nervous giggled and nodded your head , as there began to walk again until Sharron shout from across the pool

"Y/n I want to meet him "

You went scarlet red

"Meet who ?" You heard a booming voice from the barbecue, his face scrunched up in amusement of his clearly drunk sister

"Y/n new boyfriend " she basically scream

Chris face dropped into stone like and snapped to turn into your direction. A mixture of emotions flash across his face , too many , too fast your brain didnt register any only those glossy ocean eyes that met your from across the pool .

You only snapped out your trance when Scott pulled your elbow . You swatted him across the head with the back of your hand

"Oh come on y/n dont be mad because he let out your secret " you heard a very bitter snaped form chris . You stood there facing scott , your hand in mid hit , when his tone shock you . You have never heard him speak to you like that. But instead of wanting to scream, cry , run away , anger boils within you , it was just a shame that Scott was the closest Evan's

You didnt turned around to face Chris ,so you missed the glossy eyes once again that fought back a tear .

You resumes you beating, acting as if you didnt hear Chris

"What . ARE . You . Playing. At !" You said in between the smacks across Scott's head

"Ha ! Ha ! Stop " he put his hands in defence

“why did you do that . i dont have a ..” 

“ i know , i know “ Scott squilled 

“ so why say it then?” you were slowly calming down

“ i honestly dont know .... Chris was looking this way ...”

“wait Chris was watching us?” for some unknown reason your heart began to beat fast 

“yeah “ Scott simple said 

there was a moment of silence before Scott spoke again 

“it was probably only because mom and sis was near “ he shrugged walking to the bar ,to avoid just another nail in your fragile  heart . 

“probably “ you sighed following him

but unknowing to you , not all as it seems from either brothers.

                        **************************************************

Time had passed on ever so slowly for your point of view  , but you had to stay to show how happy you are for the future Mr and Mrs Evans . Staying around the whole day was hard , watching Chris with Minka broke your heart a little more . But surprisingly  it hasn't been as hard as you thought , you have actual found your self laughing a couple of times and forgetting why you are here . This might just be the beginning of a slow healing process that will never truly be healed but at least able for you to move on with your life , or maybe its because you have the best-est friend in Scott who for his own reason which you dont fully understand doesnt want to be here to as much as you .There for making it bearable for the both of you with his bad jokes , like really there terrible  but you love him all the same    .

you were currently in the kitchen getting a glass of water , as an attempt to sober your self up , before you leave .

you let the water run into the glass , once full your bring it to your  lips ,sipping it as you turned around , not quite leaving the sink yet  , contracting on the ice cold feeling run down your throat . That was of course until , you hit what was like a brick wall , making some of he water splash onto the ground ,

“oh sorr..” you stopped once you saw   who is was and end up doing a nervous laugh , trying to ignoring the raised heartbeat and that all so familiar feeling creeping its way into your stomach 

“i didn’t see where i was going “ 

“ i can see that “ a small laugh played on Chris lips in contrast to the soft, sadden eyes .

“well im sorry “ you whisper shyly , not making eye contact as you tried to get passed him , untill he placed his hand on your upper arm .

“for what the water , or avoiding me ?” he asked , you didnt need to look at him , you could hear the sadness 

“w..what ? i dont know what your talking about im here aint i “ you finally  looked up , it was then you relied how close the two of you were .

“thats not what i mean “

“then what ?” you asked confused , generally

he took a deep sigh and stepped even closer to you 

“you've been avoiding me , my calls , texts ..” he sounded like a sad child 

“iv been busy “ you tried to say over him

“i havnt seen you in 2 weeks or so “ he continued looking down , ignoring what you just said “ you havnt spoken to me all day , barley looked my way “ his eyes meet your “ and then i hear ... “ he pause bring his parm to your cheek “ and then i hear you have someone “

You couldn't breath the moment he touched your cheek , your breath was stolen , you could feel the heat raising  to your cheeks , burning under his touch . You almost missed what he said , and if your breath wasnt already gone it would be .

“why is he bothered ? , maybe this is why Scott did this , to see how chris would react ? but why would Chris react? his getting married , and why would Scott care ?”

you backed up till your back reached the sink , all to be followed as once again Chris comes back into the personal space .

“ i...it ..” you didnt know what to say , but your curiosity was wining as you couldnt think straight so you decide to go along with what you think could be Scotts , “you need to ask him later “ you  made a mental note “ why would you care anyway “

“because “  he sighed leaning in 

“because “your  breath hitched as his lips ghost your 

“because .... “ 

“CHRIS !”

Tag list

@patzammit

@little-smurf

[yeoldontknow]

🖊️writers tag game🖊️

tagged by *deep breath* @ditzymax @red-exo @kyungseokie @j-pping @blackberrykai and...someone else im pretty sure for this sweet little tag game. thank you so much angels!

1. what is your ideal setting for focusing on your writing?

this confused me for a moment...because shouldn’t it be where? im so sorry. ok honestly...my ideal setting is in my bathroom in the tub with no water. this is ideal but i rarely do it. primarily this is because i do my best thinking by water - lakes, oceans, nature - which has resulted in tubs and sinks. i once wrote a midterm paper in my dorm bathroom in the nook under the tall sink. but because its uncomfortable and impractical, and i am not pressured to finish a paper under a time crunch, im kind of...all over the place? sometimes i write in bed with a few candles lit. other times im on the couch in my living room. i have a desk and i did all of chanvember last year at this desk, but since ive been working from home the writing space has become the work space and im still struggling to get the balance right. in all scenarios, i need a good snack (usually hummus + chips/veggies), water, and music playing is an absolute must. if the music is wrong, i simply cant write. thats how its always been.

2. what is your favorite genre to write?

angst, horror, mafia, historical, science fiction. i love love love writing these genres. romance falls thematically into these, but writing strictly a romantic drama is incredibly difficult for me.

3. do you prefer to write on paper, or digitally?

these days im all digital but when i was working in the office i was a mix of both. id scribble ideas on a piece of paper and rip it out to take it home; if i was on the train, id write ideas quickly into my notes app. several paragraphs of hero, replay, currents, and bloodletting exist on paper which i eventually transcribed into docs. but if im sitting down to write a fic, its generally digital.

4. it’s the middle of the night and you suddenly wake up with an idea. what do you do?

i have to flesh out the idea before i transcribe it. it depends on its its a plot idea or a line. if its a line that hits me or feels important, it immediately goes into the planning doc for whatever fic it relates to or suits best. i will then think about this line over and over until it becomes nonsensical an, hopefully though it is highly unlikely, fall back asleep and dream up something inspired by this line.

if its a story idea, i generally dont forget those so i dont need to immediately write them. those kinds of ideas arise out of dreams (assuming it woke me up, in this scenario) and i rarely forget what i dream. in that situation, i will not be able to fall back asleep. anyone who knows me knows that i struggle getting sleep. at best i will average 3-4 hours a night, simply because im thinking too much. so if this woke me up, ill spend the rest of the night thinking about how i want it to go, who it will suit, making a playlist or thinking about songs, gathering inspiration from my fiction fodder blogs, and only when the sun comes up will i consider perhaps its time for sleep. once i officially begin the day, ill review the vague planning doc ill likely have formed in my brain and actually compile it into a tangible document.

5. who is your favorite person to write about?

i mean....hello lmaooo park chanyeol. hes my muse. i do all my best writing for him, even if its unintentional. in other groups, i adore writing for taehyung and namjoon. their minds compel me. ive recently been thinking about writing some pieces for got7 and i do have an unfinished WIP for @red-exo and in all instances writing for JB excites me.

6. do you like making your own characters, or do you usually write about real people?

i mean...its RPS fic on this blog, so its real people but its a face claim. theyre kind of like my barbie dolls i insert into worlds in my head. so in a sense...theyre my own characters but they happen to look like idols lmao conversely, writing original characters (as in wyrm tamer, asas, theoretically TQIS) scares me. ive written rps fanfic for so long its as though ive lost confidence in writing my own characters. this is why many of my stories have started to see the introduction of other characters to practice it.

7. have you ever written a book, or a story with more than 15 chapters (or 100k words)?

ok the answer is yes but its not published. its 30 chapters, 200k words. it was originally a fanfic and ive toyed with editing it over the years in the advent that maybe one day i would publish it if i liked it enough.

fun fact: hero is about 15K away from 100K words. i will be celebrating when it gets there.

8. how often do you get ideas?

like...constantly. all the time. every time i hear music, or watch a film, or read something in a book, my mind commences the ‘would you like to go to another dimension’ quest and i always, without fail, hit the yes button.

9. do you ever get an idea that you really like, but just can’t seem to finish?

*glances sidelong at my masterlist and my 17 unpublished wips* you must be new here

10. what is your least favorite plot?

like...genre? as i said before, idol!verse is something i refrain from reading. i struggle profoundly writing fluff/romantic fluff which is why i try to practice it. plots, in general, in which someone has to go through a makeover of some kind (appearance wise) to suddenly be categorically enough (this isnt just fic...its how i feel in any media). rape/dub-con is a hard pass. otherwise, im down for pretty much anything.

11. tag 5 or more people

@dark-muse-iris @yehet-me-up​ @jiminiethot @iq-biased @yoonia @jamaisjoons @jenmyeons @fairyyeols @readyplayerhobi @johobi @yixingminseokjongdae @imdifferentshadesofpurple  yall i think everyone and their brother has done this tag. if ive tagged you and youve already done it im real sorry :( as always please only do this if you wish

[thequeenb]

Last Christmas

Pairings: KamilahxMC

Since Christmas is near:(

It was almost Christmas when Amy was happily preparing dinner for her and Kamilah.

Kamilah had promised her she would be home until midnight so they can celebrate Christmas together even it was a mortal tradition.

The clock showed 11:40pm and Amy started to worry but she heard the elevator doors open and smiled "Hey baby" she said turning around, but she was greeted by a cold hello from her lover. Concerned she approached "Work problems?" but Kamilah was really angry "Can we just not talk about it Amy?" But as stubborn as she was she kept asking, knowing Kamilah hates that.

The time now was 11:55pm when Amy and Kamilah started yelling "I just don't understand why you insist!!!" Kamilah said as she threw her hands in the air "I just care Kamilah i wanted this to be perfect!!" Amy said, her eyes starting to form tears "i dont even care about a mortal tradition" and with that Kamilah slammed the door to her office. Amy's anger was on top and she picked up the small velvet box she wanted to give to Kamilah. Opening the door she saw Kamilah filling documents "ARE YOU SERIOUS??" but no response "OKAY THATS IT" Amy said throwing at her the gift, tears now running down her cheeks "Whats th-" "MY GIFT MERRY CHRISTMAS BABY".

The clock now showed midnight, an uncomfortable silence as Kamilah opened the box "Is that what i think it is?" Amy wiped her eyes "Forget it Kamilah i am leaving" Kamilah was fast to stop Amy at the door "Amy i am-"

"Sorry." Amy said finishing her sentence "if i had a dollar every time you apologize i would be a millionaire like you" and those were the last words Amy said to Kamilah.

Amy was running to the lobby, her sight blurry from tears. Luckily a taxi was outside and she got in "Drive fast" she said knowing Kamilah would chase after her. And she was right, as she leaned to the window she saw Kamilah running but it was late. The radio was on playing a song that made Amy sign

Last Christmas i gave you my heart but the very last day you gave it away.

"Can you please turn the radio off?" and the driver did so "I assume a breakup?" the woman said giving her an apologetic look, Amy buried her hands on her hair "Something like that"

1 year later

"I officially have the hottest best friend" Lily said snapping a photo of Amy "Hey!! No paparazzi" she said laughing. Its been a year since she visited New York trying to avoid Kamilah. She didn't pick up the phone she didn't reply on messages and most certainly she tried to forget someone who didn't appreciate her. But she promised to her friends she would spend Christmas with them and have fun.

"The boys will be here soon" Amy said signing "nervous?" Lily said touching Amy's shoulder "well yea..she will be at the party and i don't know her reaction"

Kamilah on the other hand buried herself to work trying not to think of Amy even if it was impossible. She tried to contact her the first month of their separation but she gave up after a while.

"Dont worry girl we will be there" Lily said smiling "the boys are here lets go"

Adrian and Jax were waiting outside of their apartment with a limousine "Amy!!" Adrian said hugging the girl tight "How are you? I missed you!" Amy smiled "I missed you all very much so, we have a lot to catch up on" Jax touched his chest dramatically "You forget me?"

"Shut up silly" Amy said hugging him "i see some habits never change" she gestured at his katana "For safety purposes" he said and everyone laughed getting inside the car.

The ball was crowded with all sorts of people. Others were millionaires, others Vamprires and others were humans like Amy. "I see Priya stayed the same" Amy said pointing at the shirtless waitresses. "Nothing changed at all, except for less chaotic events" Adrian said pushing Amy playfully.

The night was going unexpectedly well. They spent the night dancing and drinking. Amy told them about her new job and how happy she is meeting new people. That until Amy's eye caught a glimpse of an elegant woman nearby talking to some tall men with expensive suits. Kamilah turned her look and saw Amy, a shock in her eyes that she was quick to hide. Amy cleared her throat "Lily come with me to the bathroom?" Amy said as she pulled her friend to the bathroom. "What happened?" Lily asked concerned "She knows i am here" Amy said afraid to face her feelings "Oh come on girl tonight is about fun..you promised" her friend said and she was right, she shouldn't care about someone who repeatedly hurt her "You are right lets go"

As they exited the bathroom they fell upon someone unexpected "Oh delicious human!" Priya said hugging Amy "hey Priya, beautiful as always" she said smiling "Oh dear you steal the show with that dress" Priya said scanning every curve of Amy's body. She wore a beautiful red dress to make an impression, but not to Priya. " Thank you, care to dance?" Amy never felt that confident, its probably the alcohol. The fashion designer gladly accept with a mischievous smile on her lips. They danced to the middle of the room, all eyes on how beautifully Amy was dancing on Priya. But among those eyes she noticed a pair of red ones "Everyone's eyes are on you hm" Priya said pulling her closer "Lets go somewhere more private" Priya whispered on her ear sending shivers down her spine. For the first time Amy considered going but they were interrupted "Amy" a cold voice brought her back to reality as she pulled away, the fashion designer signing "Why do you always have to ruin my meal?" She said touching Amy's waist. Kamilah looked at her ex lover in disgust "Really with Priya?" Amy was drunk nothing holding her back "Why you care? I bet she will give me more attention than you ever gave me" and like that she kissed Priya knowing Kamilah's anger was building "Okay thats enough!" Kamilah said grabbing Amy's hand "What are you doing????"

Kamilah lead them both outside "Ouch!!" Amy said holding her wrist "Are you crazy??" Kamilah rolled her eyes "i saved you" she said crossing her arms "Where you disappeared all this year??" Amy paced back and forth angrily "I can do what i want you know" she said sarcastically "I worried" Kamilah said approaching but Amy was distant "Oh please, all you care about is your company" "Look Amy i wanted to tell you-" but before she could finish Amy held out a hand "Stop right here. You broke my heart and i didn't deserve it you cant just come back to me" and like that Amy headed inside the Club Kamilah on her heels.

As she entered a familiar song was playing

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart

But the very next day you gave it away

Amy rolled her eyes hoping Kamilah would finally give up but she felt a pair of cold hands on her waist "I love you Amy dont go" as she turned around she saw vulnerability in Kamilah's eyes, something she never saw.

A crowded room, friends with tired eyes

I'm hiding from you, and your soul of ice

Amy felt her body leaning towards Kamilah's body, it was like she couldn't control it and just like that Kamilah closed the distance with a heated kiss full of passion the music melting behind them

Now, I know what a fool I've been

But if you kissed me now

I know you'd fool me again.

Tag list: @lightning-fury @scarlet-letter-a0114 @galaxyside-0 @la-guera-69

[fenharel]

oc a-z headcanons

tagged (like 500 years ago) by @arlathen sorry for doing this so late!! tagging: @rkyloren​ @bleden-mark @thalasians @lelibela @lelianasgf @noonvraith (this is really long dont feel pressured to do anything lmao! ♥)

Alignment: What would be their D&D alignment? How might it come into play?

True Neutral!! She’s neither a good person or a bad person, she doesn’t seek to follow the rules nor does she seek to break them. I guess it comes into play whenever she’s willing to discuss any possible solution to a problem, even things good alignet characters would disregard. But she never purposefully would pick the worst solution either. She’s just generally a very grey character.

Beverage: What do they most like to drink, and why?

Champagne (let’s pretend that exists in Tir Ná Lia) & Wine! But she adds water to it, she always wants to have a clear head.

Co-Habitat: Do they live with anyone? What’s “need to know” before moving in?

She lives together with Avallac’h! “Need to know” before moving into her home is that some of her pets are poisions or just downright dangerous, so don’t pet any unless she gave you her ok. Other than that there is not much you need to know! If she loves you she wants to share anything with you, so absolutly just make yourself comfortable. But respect that she likes things her way, so, there’s also that.

Decor: What kind of home do they keep? Are there any defining details?

She has a Mansion in Tir Ná Lia that’s definetly too big for her and Avallac’h lmao (It used to be hers alone for a long, long time). It’s surrounded by a giant garden with several pools, fountains, pavilions and bridges and her Tigers, Crocodiles and Peacocks live there (among other things). You walk several hundrets of stairs up to her main entrance. The Mansion is made out of white marble, on engraved on the floor you can follow an elder blood family tree that goes through all rooms of the estate. It also has high ceilings, spiral stairs (The style is all very elven, obviously), high windows and several balconies. Ivory and other plants grow inside of the mansion, like on the handrails. A lot of the walls have also been painted by Avallac’h. The entire basement are laboratories.

Escape: What do they do to de-stress? How successful is it?

Deithwen rarely feels the need to de-stress, because she’s rather the type to get energized by any kind of work. If someone close to her sits her down and tells her to relax for a bit then she likes to read (science books lmao), hang with her 45435 exotic animals, go places with her bf, and have sex.

Fluff: What hits their soft spot? Does anything turn them into emotional goo?

She secretly thinks she’s a bad person. Anyone who tells her that they think otherwise hits her soft spot perfectly. (ESPECIALLY if Deithwen values them very highly) :’/

Grudge: How bad does an insult go over? Do they hold a grudge long?

BADLY. Especially if the situation is emotionally charged she has a tendency to sting you. She can also hold a grudge forever without you ever knowing about it until it’s too late and you only realize because she stabs you in the back. :/ HOWEVER if whatever happened wasn’t bad enough for her to lose her trust on you, or she was never close to you in the first place, she doesn’t care about any grudges really. Girl has things to do.

Hobby: What’s something they do for fun that might be surprising?

Besides of cuddling her pet tiger and fucking yes witcher elves are weird and apparently not very horny and the stuff I already mentioned.... She does like to write, a journal or sometimes even fiction or poetry that she doesn’t share with anyone. She also indulges in philosophy and is downright fascinated by elven/human/etc. behaviour.

Insomnia: What’s their sleeping schedule like? Snorer? Sound sleeper?

She doesn’t sleep much and sometimes she talks! If she has trouble sleeping, she likes to have soft harp music in the background.

Jaded: Do they buy into the “happily ever after” ideal? What’s their standard?

Honestly? She doesn’t care.

Kin: What’s their role among their relations? Do they consider others family?

Yes!!! Family is low-key really important to her!! She’s an older sister, the firstborn in the family, a wife, an aunt, a sister in law, a mother!!

Law: What do they think about abiding rules? Are they selective about it?

Only if necessary, if she can bend them she’ll do it, if she can find loopholes, the better.

Magic: In a magic series or not, are they accepting, or is each instance a shock?

She’s a Sage :D

Network: Are they connected to the people? How much do they reach out to others?

She’s an extrovert and a leader type!! She has absolutly no problem reaching out to people and always had a natural charm to her and can be very inspiring!! She did had to learn over a long period of time how to hold her influence over people though, she used to disregard the fact that people are just people with needs for very long.

Offspring: What kind of parent would they be? Would they prefer one, or multiple?

Post TW3 she actually gets a daughter called Elaine!! :‘) She a very demanding mum with high standards and always has to remember that she needs to have more emotional tact with her kid than she has with other people. But she ultimatly takes her role as a mum very seriously and loves Elaine more than anything. If getting pregnat wouldn’t be so hard as an elf, she would have more than one child.

Pistol: Is this character skilled with a weapon? What’s their opinion of violence?

She has gathered some basic skills with the sword and with daggers over the years, but that has never really been her vibe. She is ultimatly most dangerous using magic. And she doesn’t believe in unecessary violence but she doesn’t shrink from it with the situation demands it (she prefers to be a type of commander though).

Question: How often do they feel doubt? What topics are they defensive about?

Not often she’s so self confident and head strong. She can be very defensive and absolutly pissed if her authority is questioned or challenged.

Reminder: How are they at remembering daily needs? What falls through the cracks?

If it comes to work she doesn’t forget shit. She’s more forgetful with anything that’s not about work, but then again she likes to plan everything and make notes and all that, so things fall rarely through the cracks.

Sing: Do they like music? Do they listen often/sing/hum/play songs in their head?

She does like music! Especially played by her bf or her sister. She used to have music lessons when she was a kid but she doesn’t really play anything anymore. Her singing voice sounds unused, but she is talented.

Touch: How do they handle contact? Is their personal bubble big?

She has a huge list of acquaintances and connections in relation to her work. She wouldn’t call any of them her friends, but she does know a lot of people and hangs with a lot of them from time to time, especially at banquetts and balls and things like that. She has a handful of real friends.

Upcoming: How much do they think of the future? Do they make long-term plans?

She thinks ahead all the time and prefers to make long term plans!! Can be about work or her personal life. She's able to change directions if an unexpected problem accurs but she always has a goal in mind.

Vice: What bad habits do they have? Is there something they would be ashamed of?

She had to learn patience for almost half her current lifetime, she made a lot of stupid mistakes because she was too rash, disregarding people who need to think longer than her.

Wardrobe: What’s their fashion style? Do they have any staple pieces?

THIS

X-Ray: How’s their health? Any problem areas? Do they take care of themselves?

She takes very good care of herself (and her loved ones!!!!). She also always smells nice and looks top notch.

Yack: What’s their favorite thing to talk about? What do they go on about?

Science............

Zodiac: What’s their astro sign? Does it fit? What would you pick, if it’s unknown? 

I picked Capricorn for her because I thought that would fit the best to her character so, yes it does fit. :D Hard working QUEEN who’s secretly sometimes baby.

[flowerpowell]

The Fourth Time's the Charm? (Colt x MC)

This is my entry for #RoDAW for Colt day! I dont know what time is it there where you live, but here it’s already Colt day (yaay). It’s quite long (whoops, sorry for that) and pls dont be misled by this happy gif above! The fic is a bit angsty, lol. Characters belong to Pixelberry, most dialogues from two first parts belong to Pixelberry as well. No rating, everything is safe here for everyone. 

Word count: ~4000 (whooooops)

Tagging: the hosts: @brightpinkpeppercorn @client-327 @choicesarehard @poeticscolt @queenkaneko and my Colt taglist: @lovehugsandcandy @desiree-0816 @walkerduchess @zaffrenotes @long-gone-girl @choicesthot @umiumichan  @claudevonstruke @going-down-downtown @zaira-oh-zaira ♥

One.

“Ellie, get in the car.”

“Leave me alone.” Ellie tries to keep her voice calm and steady but she’s far from that. She’s mad and he can see it.

“Come on. Let me drive you somewhere. It’s your car.”

“Not anymore. I don’t want anything from you people.”

“Hey, we didn’t all lie to you like Logan,” he frowned

“Yeah, because you care so much about me, humiliating me in front of everyone!”

“If you’re gonna yell at me, at least do it up close from the comfort of the car. Besides... you’ll definitely regret letting your pride win next time you’re riding a bus to school,” he smirks and Ellie rolls her eyes, getting in the car and closing the door behind her. She doesn’t look at him but can tell he’s smiling at his win. 

“So where am I taking you? Home?” he asks but she shakes her head. Home is out of reach for her, at least for a while. 

“I don’t really have much of a home left, thanks to you and the crew. Take me to Riya instead. And stop talking to me,” she says, turning her head so she doesn’t look at him. He sighs before speaking.

“Look, you have every right to be pissed at me. That’s definitely not how I wanted to tell you,” he takes a breath and his voice softens a little before adding, “But I hated knowing that asshole was using you.”

“Just tell me one thing, Colt. How long did you know?”

“Pop didn’t tell me until after the Grapevine job. He didn’t tell me about anything at all until he had no other choice but to trust me. What was I supposed to do, knowing Logan was using you, knowing I wasn’t supposed to say anything? It was eating me up inside, and I just...snapped,” he sounds sincere but she can’t force herself to look at him. Not after the humiliation he put her through.

“I’ve seen the way you look at him. I knew the longer we waited, the more it would hurt you.” 

She turns to him with a full intention to scold him, yell at him but... she can’t. He looks almost broken, almost as if it was hurting him too.

“But you’ve seen the way I look at you too, haven’t you? Why couldn’t you of all people be honest with me?” she says instead. 

“It never seemed like the right time,” he shrugs lightly and silence falls between them until they finally reach the destination.

“You deserve so much more than Logan, Ellie,” he turns to her with a serious look in his eyes, so intense she feels a bit intimidated. 

But she gathers her courage and asks, half confidently, half afraid of the answer, “And who can give me that? You?”

“Hell yeah I can. The rest of the crew, they’re not like us. They’re just scraping by. But the two of us? You and me could run this whole town,” he smirks leaning towards her and her face slowly falls.

“Colt...”

“All I’m saying is...” he swallows hard before continuing, “You belong with someone who knows how much you’re capable of.”

Colt looks her her intensively, and without thinking too much about it, Ellie closes the distance between them and kisses him, hard. He kisses her back almost as hard, and she pours everything into the kiss, the pain, the humiliation, the growing feeling for him, the feeling of being understood, the sadness of realization that this is their goodbye, the last time they’ll see each other. The feeling of finding something precious and the feeling of great loss. 

He pulls her onto his lap, his hand massaging her back, and he asks, in between the kisses, “Is that a ‘yes’?”

They break apart for a moment and she looks confused before her face lights up with realization. 

“To your whole ‘rule the world together’ scheme?”

“That’s the one.”

“It’s a hell yes. We’re gonna be the greatest power couple this city’s ever seen.”

“Damn, you’re sexy.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

He kisses her again, forgetting they’re in a car, forgetting there are people walking and being able to see them, forgetting everything, until Ellie finally breaks apart again. 

“Colt...?”

“Mmm?” He still has his eyes closed and she giggles at the sight. 

“Where do we go from here?” she asks and he finally opens his eyes and looks at her.

“What do you mean?”

“We’re supposed to rule the world together, right? I just... I don’t think I can come back to the garage any time soon. Not after what Logan did, not after what your dad did. And,” she swallows hard, fighting back her tears, “I don’t think it’s such a good idea for you to be visiting me, for a little while, at least.”

“So let’s keep driving. Just say the word and I’ll start the engine.”

“Colt,” her voice breaks slightly, “I can’t just leave my entire life behind. I’ve still got my senior year. It’d be a waste to give up now.”

“It’s just high school.”

“It’s so much more! It’s about what high school represents.” she looks at him expectantly but he doesn’t seem to care much. Her face falls, “You don’t understand.”

“No I don’t. But I do get that this is important to you. I just hate the idea of going back without you.”

“Well maybe next time don’t humiliate me in front of the whole crew.”

He laughs. 

“Fair point. Can we kiss and make up?” he pouts and she kisses him again, slowly but passionately.

“Thank you,” she says when they part and he looks at her puzzled.

“For what?”

“For seeing my worth.”

“You shouldn’t thank me for that. It’s the very least I can do,” he says and she snuggles closer to him, feeling his arms around her, feeling safe and happy. She knows that she’ll have to get out of the car and say goodbye to Colt eventually. Even though he said they would meet again, she knows the chances are small. 

Not after what happened.

Finally, they both get out and Colt looks at her giving her the keys.

“Take the car, will ya? Toby'd never forgive me if I didn’t make you keep it.”

“But... how will you get back?”

“Don’t worry about me.” he says and she nods.

“See you around Colt. Maybe.”

He doesn’t say anything in return, with one last smile he turns back and starts walking away. 

Ellie is standing still, watching the man she fell for, walking away, before being completely gone. Her heart breaks but maybe not all things are meant to last. 

Not everyone is meant to stay in our lives, right?

Maybe this was never meant to be. 

Ellie wipes a tear from her cheek before heading towards Riya’s house. 

If fate has plans for them, she’ll see him again. She’s willing to wait.

Two

"Feels like justice,” Ellie says watching Jason being arrested. It’s been a wild ride but it feels weird to have reached this point. 

“Justice? Justice would be blood for blood... But maybe this is close enough for now,” Colt snorts kicking a pebble on the sidewalk.

“So what’s next for you? Where will you go?”

“Go? I’m going nowhere.”

“What? But the FBI--”

“I’ll lay low for a while. And then I’ll rebuild the garage. Rebuild the crew.”

Well... I think you could run this whole town.”

“It won’t be the same without you running it with me but... yeah, I think so too,” he answers and his expression softens. “What about you? You should be getting back home. You dad will want to talk to you after this.”

“Right...” she feels weird tension in her chest as she speaks again, “So this is... goodbye?”

“Doesn’t have to be just yet.”

“I still remember the first time I saw you. Leaning against your bike just like this. Mocking me.”

“I was a real ass, huh?”

“Little did I know you were just getting started,” she smirks and he lets out a laugh. She’ll miss this sound. “But through it all, I saw something in you.”

“Saw what?”

“A fire.” Ellie risks a look at him and almost can feel the fire from the intensity of his gaze. “I’m afraid you’re going to burn yourself one day, Colt.”

“Maybe. But first I’m going to be great. And so will you.” He wraps her in a tight hug and she inhales the scent that is so perfectly Colt. She’ll miss this smell. 

“I’m ready for this to end, to be honest.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah... I’m ready to face the next chapter. I’m ready to face whatever comes next.”

“Ready or not, we’ll have to face the future anyway. We don’t have another choice,” he states and falls silent for a moment. It takes him a while before speaking again, his voice shaking slighly, “You know, I don’t think I’ll ever meet anyone like you again.”

And before he can react, Ellie pulls him into a kiss, shutting him up. He pulls her even tighter as he wraps her arms around his neck; one hand playing with his hair. He deepens the kiss and she can swear she sees the stars dancing in front of her. It feels good to be in his arms again. As if she never really left. She’ll miss this feeling.

When they finally part, Colt leans his forehead against hers. He wipes the tears from Ellie’s eyes when she whispers, “Don’t forget me, Colt.”

“I’ll forget my own name before that happens,” he whispers back and they kiss again, the saltiest sweetest goodbye kiss. 

When they finally reach Ellie’s home, he looks in the distance, unable to find words.

“Colt...” she starts.

“This is for the best Ellie, you have school, I have... this. You deserve so much more.” He doesn’t look at her. 

“Will I see you again?”

“I don’t know. But you should live your life, Ellie. Don’t waste your life chasing a ghost.”

“You’re not a ghost, Colt. I’ll wait, please.”

“I love you Ellie. I wish I said it sooner, I wish we met in college and had a normal relationship. But life isn’t always fair. So if you could please do something for me, just move on and live the life you want. Please.” He strokes her cheek and he speaks softly, making her cry even more.

“I love you you too Colt,” she says before he nods and drives off, leaving her heartbroken again, with almost no hope to meet again. 

If fate has plans for them, she’ll see him again. She’s willing to wait.

Three.

"I’m coming!” Ellie hastily runs to open the door for someone has been knocking on it for at least five minutes.

“Yes, how can I--” she trails off when her eyes finally lay on the last person she would expect at her dorm door.

“Hey, Ellie,” Colt smirks and motions towards the inside, “may I come in?”

“Yes, sure, of course,” she’s puzzled, she thought he was either out of the country or in jail. Her heart starts beating faster when she realizes that Colt Kaneko is right here, in her dorm room. And she has no idea why.

“How--? Why--? What happened?” she finally manages to ask. He chuckles seeing her confused expression.

“No, I didn’t ran off from jail, if that’s what you’re asking. I’ve never been there, to begin with. However, they’re still looking for me and ehh,” he runs his hand through his hair and she realizes he’s nervous. “Your father, he’s still trying to get me.”

“So you visted me? He will look for you here once he realizes you’re here.”

“I know.”

“So why are you here? Colt, you should run away somewhere, Europe maybe? I mean, I don’t know, where do young criminals go when trying to avoid prison?”

“I’m done running, Ellie,” he says calmly and she’s surpised he’s more relaxed than she is.

“What? Why?”

“Because this life is not life at all. I’m done running away, I’m not a coward. I’m not Logan. If they want to put me in jail, fine. But I don’t want them to think I’m scared. I’m not.”

“Okay, we get it, you’re not scared but you’re not being a coward by avoiding prison!”

“I said it already, Ellie, I’m done running.” He takes a deep breath and looks at her, searching for her hands, “I’m done running from you.”

“Colt...”

“Promise me you’ll visit me. At least once. Just once.”

She fights back tears when she realizes Colt isn’t gonna change his mind and he really wants to go to jail. Her Colt. In jail. For who knows how long. 

“I promise you, Colt,” she quickly says and sees his face change as a feeling relief washes over him. He smiles at her and in one move he leans towards her and kisses her. She deepens the kiss, desperatly trying to savor the feeling she knows she won’t get to experience for some time, if ever again. They move to the couch as he lies on top of her, kissing passionately. After a moment, he stops and she notices the concern on his face. 

“What’s wrong?”

“You’ll be ask to testify against me. Be honest, okay? Don’t lie to protect me.”

“But I don’t want to, I’m not gonna say anything.”

Colt sighs as he sits down and helps her up. “You don’t have much choices, El. You’re not my family so...”

“So what? And what about it? I’m not a family so I automatically have to testify against you? Against a guy I love? No way!” she crosses her arms trying to compose herself. 

“Ellie...”

“Wait...” she turns to him with a glint in her eye. “What if got married?”

“You’re kidding me, right?” Colt looks at her with his eyes widened, studying her face for any signs of insanity.

“No, hear me out! I won’t have to testify against you and I’ll have something to look forward to when you’re out.”

“If I’m out.”

“Please, Colt. I’m not gonna survive if you’ll leave me again,” her pleads with him.

“Ellie..” he shakes his head and Ellie looks down at her fingers, defeated. 

“You’re right, it’s stupid. You’re young, it’s not like you want to be married now. Forget it.”

“Fine,” he finally says and her jaw drops.

“Wh--what?”

“If that makes you happy, I’ll do it. If you’re sure you want to waste your life waiting me for, okay. I know for sure I’ll never find anyone like you, but are you sure you don’t want better?” He looks up at her and she sees hesitation in his eyes. She plants a kiss on his lips before speaking, “I’m sure.”

Fifteen minutes later, both of them, Colt in his regular clothes and Ellie in her summer white dress, are running to the officiant that agreed to marry them in last minute. She can’t stop laughing at the absurdity of the situation, realizing she’s living her Gossip Girl dream a little. Right when they’re about to enter, she gets a message from her father asking her where they are because he knows Colt was in her dorm minutes ago. She ignores the message hoping it’d give them more time.

“Dearly beloved,” the officiant starts but Colt waves his hand at him.

“Can we please skip all the unnecessary parts? We’re kinda in a rush,” he says and Ellie quickly adds, “We need to be married before my father comes and arrests him.”

The officiant looks at them as if they were crazy and Ellie can hear him muttering something about “kids nowadays” and “Romeo and Juliet giving a bad example to all young couples.”

“Can you actually go straight to the part with ‘do you take blahblahblah’ and then give us the blessing or whatever,” Colt asks but quickly adds “please” when he meets with annoyed gaze of the older man.

Ellie giggles when he reads something aloud and Colt admires how beautiful she looks in that white dress. How innocent, how pure and how--

And how he’s gonna ruin her. 

He gulps when Ellie smiles at him. Can he do it? Can he take away her freedom? His is being taken away but why should she sacrifice her own?

“Do you, Ellie Wheeler, take Colt Kaneko to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him, for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” she says and despite the happiness he feels hearing these two words, he also feels an overwhelming heaviness in his heart. In the corner of his eyes he sees Ellie’s father standing in front of the building. In a few moments he’s gonna be taken to jail and she’s gonna stay, caged like a bird in marriage with a prisoner. He can’t let her do this. He wasn’t able to save his life but he can save hers.

“Do you, Colt Kaneko, take Ellie Wheeler, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in marriage?  Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?” The officiant  turns to him and he realizes everyone is looking at him. And he feels like he can’t speak, the lump in his throat growing bigger and bigger with each second. 

“Colt?” Ellie asks quietly reaching for his hand but he senses a kind of nervousness in her voice.

“I--I don’t” he finally says and Ellie lets go of his hand. The officiant gasps and so does Ellie.

“What?”

“I’m so sorry Ellie,” he whispers, “I can’t do this to you. You deserve better.”

“But you’re already the best! I want you, please, Colt...” she pleads but he only shakes his head and smiles sadly, tears forming in his eyes. 

“I love you, Ellie. I love you too much to let you do this so you will regret it for the rest of your life.”

“I won’t! I--”

“I won’t let you waste your life, Ellie. I’ve wasted mine but you still have a chance. You’re gonna graduate in a few months, you’re gonna find a job, a man who’s not a messed up criminal, you’re gonna be happy, got it?”

“Colt, please!”

“Open the door! I know you’re here Mr Kaneko. You know exactly why we’re here!” Ellie can hear her father’s voice but she’s too weak to do anything. Tears are falling on her checks and she can barely see Colt opening the door and letting them take him away, away from her.

And just like that, he leaves her again. 

The third time’s the charm? I guess it doesn’t work for me. Fate clearly doesn’t have plans for them. 

And maybe she’s done waiting. 

Four

It’s finally spring again and for the first time in weeks, it’s actually warm. Ellie sits down on one of the benches on the playground. She quickly glances at the two kids playing in the sandbox and she closes her eyes turning her head in the direction of the first rays of sunshine in a long time. Luckily, the kids don’t need her today and she can enjoy her own company, even if just for a moment. 

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” she hears a voice behind her and she turns to the speaker, slightly annoyed at the interruption of her meditation. She freezes when she sees him and smiles involuntarily, as if it was a natural reaction to seeing him.

Even though it’s been at least ten years since she saw him last, in that room with the officiant, Colt hasn’t aged at all. A few wringles on his forehead and some occasional grey hairs here and there but apart from that, it’s still the same Colt she knew and loved.

“No,” she answers and moves a little so he can sit. They don’t talk and she doesn’t even glance at him; her eyes are trained on two little girls building castles.

“How have you been?” he asks and she feels his eyes on her.

“Good. You?” She keeps it simple. How long is it gonna be before he’ll leave again?

“Okay. Been released from jail. Saw you here and I couldn’t believe my eyes. I--” he stops for a second as if testing the waters, “I missed you.”

“Maybe if you hadn’t left me then the regret would be smaller,” she answers, still not looking at him.

“I don’t regret it. I’ve done many awful things I regret but not this. Look at you. You’re happy, you’re free. You have two beautiful kids. You wouldn’t have that if I had said ‘I do” then. I just wanted your happiness.”

She doesn’t say anything for a while, processing her thoughts. Her initial anger faded away a long time ago when she understood his reasons. She signs before speaking.

“They’re not mine.”

“Huh?”

“The kids. They’re Riya’s,” she explains nodding towards a little girl helping her sister.

“But...”

“I don’t have kids and I’m not married.”

“But I thought... I thought...”

“That I’d move on?” she laughed, “Oh yes, I wanted to. I wanted to hate you so bad. I never visited you in jail, did I? That’s how angry I was. But I kept asking Dad about you and I knew everything. And at some point, I understood. And as much I as I wanted to move on with someone else, stop waiting for you, I couldn’t. I hated you for that.”

“I’m sorry, Ellie. For everything. But is it wrong if I say I’m a bit happy you didn’t move on? That despite it all you still waited? I’m an awful person I know.”

“It is just as wrong as me being happy seeing you here.”

“We’re both awful people, huh?” he laughs and she turns to him, smiling. She missed him. No one has even come close to Colt Kaneko.

“And Ellie, I know I don’t deserve you after all that happened but I’m back for good now. No running away, no jail. And if you still want me... Cause I never stopped wanting you.”

“I don’t know Colt,” she signed, “You know what they say, ‘the third time’s the charm’ and we already wasted it. What if we waste this one, too?”

“Screw them. Three times are for the losers. Fourth time is the lucky one,” he says confidently and takes Ellie’s hand.

“Yeah...? Who says that?” she asks but can’t help but smile at him.

“I do. And I've got a hunch that fourth time’s the charm for us.”

[wwegal98]

Chained Enemies

Request: Hey! I was wondering if you could write a shot with Seth where reader and him are put together in mixed match but she hates him cause he betrayed her brother (Jeff Hardy) time ago but the two end chained as a prank of their opponents. Enemies turned lovers.

Requested by: @phoenixoffiretwo

Characters: Seth Rollins x Reader

A/N: I wasn’t sure if you wanted the handcuffs to be in the match or be after the match, so I just had them enter the story postmatch. I also wrote this when i was sleep deprived after having pulled an unwanted all night Friday night into Saturday morning. Hope it’s up to your standards! :)

You were stretching for your match, which was in a few minutes. You were going up against Alexa Bliss. Before you could bend down to stretch to your toes, you heard your name being called by none other than the constable, Baron Corbin. You rolled your eyes. You had so badly wanted to punch that guy in the face, because he has caused so much trouble for majority of the Raw Roster. But instead of punching him in the face, you plastered on a fake smile and faced him.

“Hey, Corbin. What’s up?” you asked a little too sweetly. Not like you cared.

“Oh, nothing. I was just going to inform you that your little match against Bliss has been canceled and changed to a mixed tag team match. You and Seth Rollins, against Ruby Riott and Bo Dallas.”

Your smile instantly dropped. “Are you kidding me?!?!? I’m fine with my opponents, but you seriously HAVE to be crazy if you think I’m going to work with Rollins!”

“You have no choice, (Y/N). Unless you want to forfeit the match, that is. And we all know that your ego won’t swallow down your pride to do that, now would it?” Baron smirked.

You grumbled to yourself. “You owe me big time, Corbin. And we all know that you *hate* owing people favors, now dont you?”

Corbin huffed and walked away, not responding to your jab at his ego. You had rolled your eyes and turned around to head to Gorilla position, but instead of walking you had bumped into the muscular chest of the very man you hate. You glared up at him.

“Look, Rollins. Just because we’re partners for tonight does not change the fact that we are enemies. I will never forget what you did against Jeff. Just do what I say, and we’ll win,” you spat.

“Woah, hey, hey, just because of what I did to your brother doesn’t mean you have to turn against me too. And that- Hey, where do you think you’re going?!” he yelled after you, realizing you were walking away from him. Seth chased after you, peeved that you wouldn’t just listen. Now he remembered why he turned against the Hardy’s. They never listened to reason!

“Me? I’m going to the gorilla. Don’t forget our match is up next, Gamer Geek.”

“Gamer Geek, huh? At least I’m not the book nerd.”

“At least I *can* read, Rollins.”

The argument between you two went on until you heard your music play. ‘Good, I get to go out first.’ you thought as you pushed your way through the curtain. You stopped at the top of the ramp, knowing you couldn’t descend down the ramp without your tag partner.

“I wonder who she’s partnered up for this Mixed Tag Match. By the look on her face, Cole, I don’t think it’s anyone good,” stated the announcer, Corey Graves.

Before either announcer could say another word, Seth Rollins’ music had began to play. People began to cheer for both of them. They seemed ecstatic that they were partnered up, despite the fact that they were enemies.

You both managed to make it to the ring without arguing. After all, you didn’t want to disappoint the fans. They want teamwork? They get teamwork. You just have to hope Seth plays along.

Surprisingly, it was only Ruby and Bo coming out to the ring. Ruby’s goons weren’t with her this time. You snickered slightly, guessing it was because she was confident enough that she would win with just Dallas.

*Skip to end of match, as your writer can not describe matches that well*

You two had managed to win with some bumps and bruises. And of course, the usual arguing. But somehow, you both came out on top. You held your sore ribs with one hand while Rollins did something that surprised you. He raised your other hand in victory as his song played - he got gotten the pin.

As he lowered your guys’ hands down, you felt some cold metal slap onto your wrist. You glanced down to see both you and Seth stuck together in handcuffs. You turned to see it was Riott who put them on.

“Don’t have too much fun, you two~” Ruby joked as she helped her partner roll out of the ring and up the ramp. All the while Rollins was fuming about being stuck to you.

“Well, at least I can still use my right hand…” you said.

“Of course you speak for yourself there, (Y/N).”

“Hey, it’s not my fault we’re handcuffed together! You act like I’ve asked for this…” you huffed, looking away from Rollins.

Seth rolled his eyes and was about to get out of the ring until he remembered the predictament. He sighed, frustrated. Somehow, he had to get along with you until those two airheads decide to unlock these darned cuffs.

“Well, we’re in it now, and we’ve got to deal with it. Now, if you don’t mind, I don’t want to be out here when the next match starts,” Seth said in a hurry.

That had gotten you to move. The two of you managed to get out of the ring together and went backstage.

“Can you drive left handed?” you asked him. “Because there is no way I am driving with one arm crossed over myself like a weirdo…”

“What makes you think we’re going to be stuck that long?” Seth asked, his eyes narrowed.

“Because I know Ruby. She’s most likely long gone with key by now. So we’re most likely stuck in this predicament until the next city.”

Seth groaned. “Alright, whatever. Just don’t keep wanting to make pitstops, alright?”

“No guarantees, Rollins. No guarantees.” you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Who’s locker room first?” he asked.

“Well, mine’s the closest to the exit, so yours, I guess.”

The two of you started down the hallway, not really talking that much during the journey. Something kept nagging at you though, but you just couldn’t name what it was. When you glanced at him, you saw that Seth was also thinking about something.

“Why’d you do it?” you asked him.

“Huh?” he glanced at you.

You stopped next to a crate. Hopping up onto it, you crossed your legs at the ankles. “Why’d you betray my brother? You two were going on great, but you threw it all away. For what?”

He sighed, seeming unsure how to answer that question.

“Hey, if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine. But next time, before you throw something good away, think about it, alright?” You hopped down from the crate and tugged him along. “Let’s get to the next city so Ruby can unlock these cuffs. There’s no way I’m going to be trapped to you forever.”

*Line Break. A couple weeks later*

You couldn’t stop thinking about Seth. Sure, he was still the guy who betrayed your brother, but now that you’ve talked with him, you didn’t think of him as a bad guy. But you couldn’t tell Jeff and Matt about this, or they’d talk your ear off about how Seth betrayed them and how he might use you to get to them.

“Hey, sis, you in there?” Jeff said, waving his hand in front of your face. You had come to Smackdown for a night, and you ended up getting roped into a match against Carmella.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m here. Sorry, I was thinking,” you told him, smiling.

“You’re match up coming up. Need to get going,” he reminded you.

“You gonna watch?” you asked him, standing up from the table you were seated at in catering.

“Unfortunately, no. Matt and I have a meeting to go to. But I’ll watch the rerun later, alright?”

You nodded, knowing that he’d watch the rerun, whether he was dead tired or not. “Alright, see you later, Jeff!” You hugged him before running off to your match.

*During your match*

You were doing great. You had gained the momentum against Carmella. Currently, you were perched on the top rope, waiting for Carmella to stand. Then, all of a sudden, the lights went out, and you felt hands push you off of the top rope. You yelled out in pain as you landed wrong on your left leg, grabbing it with your hands. You hoped Carmella could get out in time while you felt yourself being picked up. You were unable to fight back due to your leg making you feel like someone was tearing it off of your body.

Then, the lights came on, revealing that it was Randy Orton who was attacking you. He was getting you into position for an RKO, but instead of doing it instantly, he toyed with you. He turned to each side of the ring, facing all of the audience.

He finally decided to do it when your back was towards the ramp. You wished you stayed back at Raw. At least there, you had friends you knew would come to your rescue. Here, you didn’t have much friends, and your only hope at left for a dumb meeting.

So you were surprised when you felt someone push you out of harm’s way and attack Orton. Crawling over to the corner as much as you could, you turned to see who had rescued you. Of all the people who might’ve rescued you, you were surprised to see Seth here. You figured after you two had gone back to being enemies.

Seth turned to you after he drove Randy off. He knelt down in front of you, first glancing down to where you were grabbing your leg then back up to your eyes, which were full of tears.

“I’m going to pick you up and carry you backstage to the doctor. Is that alright with you?” he asked gently. You could only nod in answer. “This might hurt, so bear with me.”

He slid out of the ring so he could get you easier. He was as careful as he could be when he picked you up into his arms bridal style. You yelped a little when your leg moved, but you nonetheless wrapped your arms around his neck while he carried you.

While you were being checked out by the doctor, you saw Seth was pacing back and forth outside. You turned to look at the doctor. “Can he come in? He’s going to wear a hole out there in the hallway…” you requested. The doctor nodded and went to get him. In the next few seconds, Seth was next to you, squeezing your forearm with one of his hands and wiping your tears away with the other.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, unshead tears making his brown eyes look like whiskey.

“Don’t be, I was stubborn to come here alone. I should have known Orton was going to try something,” you tried to reassure him.

“Not that. I meant I’m sorry for hurting your brother. Look, I’ve thought about what you said that night, and I realize you’re right. I threw everything away just so I could climb to the top. I still do want to, but I realize now that I could’ve lost everything. Jeff and Matt were great friends, and I’ve threw that friendship away. I even threw away the chance of asking you out on a date,” he explained.

“Wait…what?” you weren’t sure you heard right.

His eyes widened when he realized he said that last bit out loud. “Before all that happened, I was going to finally ask you out on a date. But then I figured you wouldn’t ever feel the same, so I betrayed Jeff. I figured if I made you hate me, these feelings I have for you would go away, but they never did. So I asked Corbin to put me in a Mixed challenge that night. But I didn’t realize Riott would actually handcuff us together. (Y/N) I love you. But I understand if you don’t-”

You interrupted him by kissing him. All the pent up feelings came rushing forward, and you were grateful Seth felt the same. He responded, kissing you back, holding your face with both his hands.

Who knew enemies could turn into lovers? All it took was a prank of being handcuffed together to turn it around, and you hoped Seth would think before he threw everything away next time. 

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The BH 90210 Rewrite. 1x03: Every Dream Has It’s Price Tag

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Chapter Summary: Y/N pays a visit to Brandon at his new job.

Pairing: Patience is a virtue, guys.

Warning: Swearing, feelings, minimal editing

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Word Count: Roughly 2,700

A/N: Third episode is up! It’s a little short this time, but I enjoyed getting into romance novel territory with the descriptions this time. Next episode is a doozy, it’s one of my favorites. The First Time– Brandon’s old girlfriend from Minneapolis pays a visit.

The bell rings as Ms. Rye finishes her lecture,

“Okay, papers due on Monday. Remember, I want you to explore how…one decision, one event can change one’s whole life.”

You and Brenda both shuffle to get your things in order before standing up. She turns to Tiff as she and Kelly walk out of the room.

“Hey, Tiff, that was really funny what you said,”

“Who was trying to be funny?” She responds, mocking tone in her voice. You weren’t sure who Tiff was, exactly. Rumors say she was best friends with Kelly until they had a blowout over some guy and it didn’t end well. You didn’t have the best feeling about her, whoever she is.

-

“Male, female, root for your school, West Beverly’s team on against Beverly High, no fail! And don’t get lured by that sweet sweet nitro sale s-s-sale sale sale!” Once again, the D.J’s voice calls out, which marks the end of another glamorous day at West Beverly.

You spot Brandon, taking down names and numbers off the corkboard, hair blowing lightly in the breeze.

“You job hunting?” You ask, looking up at the different flyers and ads sprawled out amongst the board.

“Yeah, I’m just doing my bit for car insurance, you know,” He studies the board, writing things down as he goes.

“Anything looking good yet?”

“Well, I got uh, “Garden Graphics, Veggie Heaven Produce, This Town Restaurant.” I think we’re talking slam dunk here, Y/N/N,“ He jokes, tapping his pencil on his notepad.

You laugh, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “Hey, if your mom is anything like mine, she’d kill for a discount at Veggie Heaven,” you jest,“I gotta run, I promised Brenda I’d go shopping with her and Kelly. Good luck!” You tap your hand on his arm before walking off.

“Thank, Y/N/N.”

-

“‘Inverted Nipple Trouble?’ Pass. ‘Are you always attracted to losers? Here’s how to break the cycle,’” Tiff laughs at the magazine in her hand while Kelly searches through the tracks.

“Ugh, here is the cycle,” Kelly groans as she walks past Steve, with David Silver at his side.

“Trust me, dude. They’ll drool over this stuff,” Steve convinces, spraying a little black bottle of cologne on the collar of the much younger boy.

“Aw, finally found someone your own maturity level to play with, Steve?” You tease, joining Brenda at the other set of racks. Steve rolls his eyes and turns away from you.

“Oh, hey Tiff. How is that waterbed?” He smirks, turning back to the gold cologne wall.

“Kelly and Tiffany got nuclear over Steve,” Kelly’s friend gossips. Wow. Steve was the guy that tore them apart? Who would fight over him? Doesn’t exactly sound worth it.

“Details, please!” Brenda leans into her, interest piqued.

“But It was intense fallout. They just started speaking this semester in English class.”

You all grab the things you want to try on, and all five of you scurry into the freshly painted dressing rooms. You find a blue floral mini dress with cropped sleeves. It was so cute. And so two hundred dollars. Bummer.

“Do you really think one event can change your whole life?” Brenda asks, muffled by the white doors of the dressing rooms.

“Sure, like in pretty woman? Sorry Julia Roberts, but I’d wear this on the plane with Richard Gere.” Kelly responds. Such a deep thinker, that girl.

“No, I mean like what Ms. Rye was talking about– one thing you do ruining your entire life… I dont know, forget it.” Brenda continues.

“I don’t know, maybe,” You ponder. Your mind runs through the events of that night at the Bel Age. What would have happened if you stayed? Just being there for 30 more minutes probably would’ve caused you to bang Dylan’s brains out. That couldn’t be a good thing. You barely knew him, for one. You had to handle one confusing crush at a time. I mean, not that your thing with Brandon was really a crush, more of an appreciation… for a friend… that happens to be attractive. You didn’t like him like him.

“Maybe it wasn’t ruined,” Tiff calls out, “Maybe he wanted it that way.”

You change back into your normal clothes, fighting with yourself over the dress. Your parents would kill you if you spent all of your money on one dress. It was a totally cute, show-stopping dress, though. Go for it.

You walk over to the check-out counter with Kelly. You may be smart, but at this very moment you’re feeling weak.

-

The next morning you trot into english class, setting your bag down with a thud.

“Do you remember, Jake kissed like a wall?” Kelly giggles, practically linked at the hip with Tiff.

“OMG yeah, but he was better than the Lizard remember?” She sticks out her tongue, making a gross slurping noise while she walks to her desk.

You sit at yours, next to Brenda.

Tiff turns to both of you, “Hey!”

“Hey,” You give her a half smile, taking your book out from your bag.

“Hey, cool dress!” Brenda smiles, a nervous tick in her voice.

“Yeah, it’s a kick for sure!” Tiff spins around, posing before sliding into her seat. You notice Kelly roll her eyes in annoyance before sitting down.

“How nice of you to model for us,” Ms. Rye jokes.

“Ms. Rye?” Brenda asks, sneaking over to the teacher, “Um, I was just wondering, who’s more guilty– someone like in Les Mis who didn’t want to steal but had to, or someone who wanted to but didn’t?”

“That’s an interesting moral twister, um, and we’ll get to that,” She’s cut off by the bell, “now.”

-

You’re lying on your bed, eyes closed, finally getting some wel deserved peace and quiet. Away from all the gossipy peers, drama, and Tiffany. She exhausted you. You feel yourself drifting off to sleep, but the deafening ring of the phone jolts you up. Who could be calling this late? Why?

You sit up and grab your phone, answering it with a groggy “Hello?”

“Did I wake you up? I’m sorry, I can call someone-” You can’t help but smile sleepily at the sound of his voice.

“Brandon?”

“Yeah…listen, can you pick me up? I took the bus to work today and they don’t run this late at night,”

“So… You need a ride? I can do that. This Town?”

“Yeah,”

“See you in 10,” You hang up, frantically fix your hair, and throw on that $200 dress. You tiptoe down the stairs and out the door, not wanting to wake up your parents. Hopping in your brother’s 1990 Red Mustang Covertible, you slowly back out of the driveway and over to the bistro.

You pull into the parking lot, and see Brandon anxiously pacing back and forth, muttering to himself. You step out of the car, the cool nighttime air almost cold enough to leave you shivering.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Brandon Walsh, Beverly Hills’ own Working Girl,” you tease, a smile on your face. He smiles back, pushing the long blue sleeves of his sweater up his arms. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah,”

Your tired eyes meet his own. You get lost in the blue of them, admiring the way the moonlight looks on his face… Until the clearing of a throat shakes you out of your trance. You both silently get in the car, and you pull out of the parking lot.

“How was it?”

“I’m beat, the job’s a total bitch,” He confides.

“Really? It at least pays well, though. Right?”

“You know, that’s what I thought walking in there…but I make next to nothing, and these guys I work with, these– Vietnamese, Portuguese, Israelites, they’re coming here with no money and they’re getting completely exploited. They’re working for pine nuts,” He explains, a frustrated tone in his voice. He’s always looking to make things better for other people, it’s something you picked up on quickly since moving to Beverly Hls. It’s one of the things you quickly grew to love about him… Something that shines brightly in times like these.

“Wow…is there anything you can do?”

He sighs, resting his head against the seat. “I don’t know,”

The streets are totally dead, totally quiet. Peaceful. Only the occasional car comes around every so often. The crickets are loud tonight, though. Filling up the empty space. You see something as you stop at a red light.

“Hey, Bran? What’s that?” You smirk.

You point over to it, a large automobile, stopped at a red light with “Beverly Hills Transit” painted on the side. He looks over, and a smile– a goofy, nervous one, spreads across his face.

He stays quiet for a moment, the smile sticking to his face, shaking his head slightly. “It’s a bus.” You both look at each other and then back at the bus, slowly. You start breaking into a fit of tired giggles. You slowly get Brandon, who’s majorly exhausted from work, going too. So now you’re both sitting at a red light, giggling ike idiots. At a bus. A bus that wasn’t supposed to be there, according to Brandon.

Instead of overthinking the situation, you just drive him home, both of you giddy from exhaustion. You pull into his driveway, putting the car in neutral. This has been a weird night. Fun, but weird.

“Thanks for driving me home,” he says, his voice soft and barely above a whisper. You give him a soft “mhmm,” in return. And, like earlier, you’re staring into his eyes again, and he’s staring into yours. You’re drifting closer and closer…

And then his mom comes out. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” You nod in response, leaning back to your normal sitting position.

“Goodnight, Brandon,” You sigh. Happily, sleepily, defeated.

“Goodnight, Y/N,”

-

Sunday night came, and you were getting ready to go out to This Town with Dylan for dinner, to go pay Brandon a visit. You had told your parents you were going to study at the library with a friend, which…okay, this time it was a total lie, but you weren’t doing anything illegal. So it’s okay. You apply your red lipstick before heading out the door. You see Dylan in his black Porsche Speedster ,parked down the street. Just far enough to avoid creating suspicion from your parents. Perfect.

-

“So, was this place any good when you went?” You ask, perusing the menu.

“It was alright. Small portions, fancy plates. Good cumin,”

“Brandon’s been running the entire time we’ve been here, I don’t think I’ve even seen him take a breath,” You chuckle, watching him make his rounds. He was nothing if not a hard worker.

“You really like him, don’t you?” Dylan inquires, watching you watch Brandon.

“Come on, we’ve been over this. Brandon’s one of my best friends,” you insist, setting down your menu. You pause. “Okay. maybe I…I do like him. But I wouldn’t ever act on it. He’s kind of attractive, so what? He’s still my friend.” Brandon makes his way closer to your table.

“Yo, boy!” Dylan gets Brandon’s attention, who’s getting swamped with dishes from other employees.

“Hey!” He calls back, turning around. You admire him in his all-white uniform. It shouldn’t look so good on him, yet you’re breathless.

“'This Town,’” Dylan begins, reading the restaurant’s menu, “'This Town is an eating experience for the morning moments, a medley of sages, cumin bouquets, fragrant vegetable jewels,’” he drops the menu onto the table, then proceeds to drop his head, fake snoring. You and Brandon laugh at his antics, but Brandon’s interrupted by his boss not long after.

“Many people would love your job,” She states, black curls hair-sprayed into place as she moves along.

“Yeah, love that minimum wage,” He remarks, sarcasm rolling off his tongue. An asian man steps beside him, helping him with his work.

“You get minimum wage? Congratulations,”

“Yeah, right, same to you,” Brandon responds, raising his eyebrows.

“None of us do,” The man replies. Brandon cocks his head at that, turning to the man.

“That’s illegal!”

“So? Who’s going to do anything?” His coworker walks back into the kitchen. You see the look on Brandon’s face and you can tell…shit’s about to hit the fan. He stomps over to his boss at the counter.

“Listen–”

“I loathe apologies, make it up to me, Brendon, the cumins need filling,” his boss nags, putting on makeup in a compact mirror.

“It’s Brandon! Brandon Walsh! I’m an investigative reporter for the West Beverly newspaper–”

You watch Brandon rant and rave from your table, not able to quite make out what he’s saying because of the loud music. He starts unbuttoning his white coat while he vents.

“Uh oh…uh oh…Dylan, why is he stripping?” You tap him on the arm frantically to get his attention.

“What, I thought you’d like that,” Dylan jokes, playful grin on his lips.

“Oh, shut up!” You laugh, taking the little ball of paper from your straw and throwing it at his face. “I hate you.” You manage to catch the last bit of the conversation.

“…How you scam your help for under minimum wage! So you can take your cumin, and you can shove it,” Brandon slams his white coat down on the counter, walking back to you guys. Wow. You don’t know whether to be amused, proud, or incredibly turned on. All three?

“Take a load off, Minnesota. ‘Dinner Delectable’ is on me,” Dylan encourages, pulling out a seat for Brandon. You can almost see the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

“Whew, free at last, free at last. Thank god almighty–” he stops the waitress, “Excuse me, can I get a round cup and a round saucer? And I’d like it before the second coming please,” Dylan shakes his head and silently laughs, while your jaw is slightly slack, loving whatever mood Brandon’s in right now. “Come on, let’s get out of here. ”

“Done deal, I know just the place,” all three of you catwalk out.

-

The Peach Pit

Brandon takes a spoonful of apple pie, “The job wasn’t just to support my car insurance habit,” he tells you. “My dad’s always worked.”

The owner of the diner leans in, both hands on the counter, “He sounds as bonkers as me.” You take a bite of your own pie as he continues, “I was 10 when I worked my first big character part in an old bogie film. There was a real pro with a sweet tooth,”

“Now I know why you dragged me all the way out here,” Brandon turns to Dylan, who’s on the other side of you.

“Best pie in L.A., food for real people,”

“Here’s to real cups and real saucers,” you quip, and all three of you raise your glasses. You look around the diner, pictures upon pictures on the walls, pink wallpaper, and rock and roll music.

“Take it or leave it,” The owner, Nat smiles.

“What I like, is you get a real cross-section of people, you know?” Dylan comments, bringing his tea to his lips.

“This really is a nice place you’ve got here,” You smile fondly.

“Listen, uh, Dylan here has been bugging me about hiring someone to help me out, I figure who would be nuts enough to want this bit? Take you, you look nuts enough,” He faces Brandon, raising his eyebrows.

“Take me!” Brandon exclaims. Oh, those were words you dreamt of hearing come out of this mouth. “I’m nuts enough!” Dammit. He’s so cute.

“I’ll vouch for that,” you giggle.

“Me too, I’ll even waive my commission,” Dylan says.

“So, when do I start?”

“How about right now?” All three of you exchange cheeky smiles.

The night ends after a few slices of pie, some milkshakes, and a curfew that’s about to break.

“Thanks for coming out with me tonight, Y/N/N,” Dylan thanks as you slide into the passengers seat. You smile at him as he pulls out of the diner’s parking lot, and turns down the street, his engine humming and the crickets chirping. You look at him for a moment, lost in your thoughts. You admire him, the night sky, and the fresh, cool, nighttime air. You speak up.

“I don’t want to go home yet,”

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Monster House 2

Summary: Posing as Newlyweds Sam and Y/n set out to investigate what’s killing the visitors of a secluded Inn, and attempt to keep their working relationship professional.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word count: 4000

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only, some smut mentioned, language

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Unpacking was quick, and quiet. Though with Sam silences weren’t particularly unsettling. There were hundreds of occasions where it was just the two of you left alone with a bottle of whiskey and a mountain of lore to sift through. You never felt like you had to make small talk to fill in the gaps, you never really felt like there were any gaps and when the chats did come up they flowed naturally and without expectation. Being with Sam was just comfortable, he was easy to exist beside. Which made him easy to fall for, easy to love.

Dean was always open about his designs toward you. More often than not you figured he was being facetious, but he hit on you frequently enough that it was obvious he’d go for it if only you’d ask.  Sam on the other hand was always respectful, even when he had full opportunity not to be. Last year he’d found a particularly exciting tidbit of information that apparently couldn’t wait to be shared. So he walked into your room without knocking, when you’d just stepped out of the shower- hair wrapped in a towel and nothing else. You screamed at him in surprise, hitting the floor behind the bed to hide your bare ass. It took only a split second to register and he turned away just as quickly, face red as a tomato as he covered his eyes, calling: “Sorry! I should have knocked! Sorry!” He left and never brought it up again. But for the rest of the day he couldn’t look you in the eye without red creeping into his cheeks, and you couldn’t help but grin a little. From then on out he made doubly sure that he knocked before entering whatever room you were lodged in. If he didn’t hear a response he’d just wait, patiently, and knock again.

Though you’d never barged in on him, you were guilty of sneaking peeks at him where you could. You liked watching him, he was strong, and tall, and elegant. It wasn’t as if watching him hang his giant shirts was anything particularly invigorating. Still you enjoyed the view. His shoulder to waist ratio alone was enough to drive you crazy. And you’d seen him without a shirt on, you knew what was hidden under layers of canvas, plaid and cotton. A golden expanse of taut rolling muscle, all firm and warm and inviting. You were practically dripping at the thought of running your fingers through the soft hair on his chest.

Sam turned his head in your direction and you snapped your eyes back to your bag as if it were the most interesting thing in the entire world. Oh shoes, fucking fascinating. Socks, amazing. Underwear, such nice material! You’d deny it if you were asked, but you packed your nicest panties. Not that you had much in the way of lingerie, but like everyone you had the ones you wore on your period, the ones you wore any random day, and then you had the nice ones. The ones you wore when you wanted to feel sexier, the ones you wore when you were trying to get lucky or show off a little.

He could have sworn he’d caught you looking at him, but brushed it off as wishful thinking. Taking your preoccupation as a moment for himself to gaze at you and appreciate the curve of your ass when you bent at the hips to carelessly shove your bag under the bed. Strong thighs and shapely legs, the kind he’d like more if they were draped over his shoulders.

Dropping into the bed with a sigh you rolled to your back allowing yourself to sink into the bed that was almost too soft, too fluffy, too comfortable. It was a complete change from the norm, where you weren’t sure if the sheets were actually washed, and the bed was so hard the floor was a more comfortable option. But you were not one to complain about the tiny offerings of luxury your life occasionally offered. Wiggling your hips you settled in with a pleasured groan and let your eyes fall shut, only for a moment, to appreciate the most comfortable bed you’d ever get the chance to sleep in.

Sam watched you enjoy yourself with a grin. When the soft moan escaped your throat he found himself trying not to think about the sounds you make as your fingers gripped the blankets or nails raked red welts down his back. Or your teeth sinking into a pillow to stifle the pornographic cries that would fall from your lips. The way your hips would move and roll in tandem with his until all you could do was hold on as he fucked you into that bed and fell apart beneath him. He would make you forget how to speak, the only thing you’d be able to scream would be his name and a flurry of barely intelligible curse words in desperation. “Sam..! Uuuhhn-fuck, Sam!”

“Sam!” You shouted as you smacked him in the arm jerking his attention back to Earth as he turned to look at you, upright on your knees still in the bed. Surprise and embarrassment written on his face, cheeks flushed pink. “Did you hear a word I said?”

“Hmm? What? Uh-yeah.. Of course.” He scoffed and stumbled through his words as he sank into the edge of the bed beside you, crumpling the large plaid shirt in his hands into a ball in his lap to hide his frustration. Cocking your brow in amused confusion at his uncharacteristic fluster you handed him a nicely laminated printed card.

“What were you thinking about?” You quizzed. There was no price too high that you would pay to sneak a peek into his head. It wasn’t terribly often that you’d catch Sam spacing out, he was always pointed and focused. Even if you couldn’t tell exactly what was rolling around in his mind you could guess, and 90% of the time it had something to do with whatever crisis was being dealt with at the time. On occasion though you’d see him like he just was, obviously off in la-la-land somewhere, and those were the times you wanted desperately to know what he was thinking.

“Nothing.” He defended a little too quickly as he snatched the card from your hand ready to change the subject to literally anything else. There was no force on this Earth that would get him to admit the perverse things he thought about you- let alone to your face. The idea of how your expression would change to uncomfortable disgust at the notion made him cringe. He was looking at the card but couldn’t tell you what a single word said. “What did you say?”

“I knew you weren’t paying attention!” You affirmed your accusation poking your index finger into his rib. Tapping the card in his hand you continued. “Firstly, I don’t know how to tell you this, because I don’t want to break your heart or anything but- no wi-fi. Secondly, look at this itinerary! You don’t actually expect me to do this tonight do you?”

No wi-fi would be a problem, that meant limited research. It was to be expected though, the place was set so remotely he didn’t think there would be much signal of any kind, so he didn’t show up naked entirely. He brought his Dad’s journal, and a few other books, and he’d had quite the collection scanned and loaded on his computer. Hopefully whatever it was they ran into would be somewhere in the materials he brought. If not, you’d be taking a trip to the city for internet access. Skimming over the card to follow what you meant he let out a snicker.

“This is what you’re worried about?” Sam asked flatly as he held the card up. You gave an exaggerated shrug, not sure what was so unclear about what you were saying. “A cooking class? Really Y/n?”

“What, Sam? I don’t cook! I can burn water.” You stated matter-of-factly. It wasn’t true necessarily, you’d never burnt water, but you’d also never successfully cooked anything in the way it was actually supposed to be cooked. It wasn’t like it was your fault! Everything you ate was microwavable. Besides the fact that you hadn’t grown up around a functioning kitchen. Frankly cooking was the least of your worries. You were basically a human garbage disposal anyway. As long as it was cooked all the way through, and at least mildly edible you were good. Carbs were carbs. Calories were calories. No one was expecting you to be a gourmet chef when you were regularly covered in monster viscera.

Sam gave a soft laugh shaking his head and turning to look at you as he nudged you with his shoulder giving you a sweet smile. Those dimples. God, you could have drowned in them.

“Y/n, I have the utmost faith in you. You can attend this stupid cooking class and you’ll kick it in the ass.”

“You’re sweet. But you’ve never tasted my cooking.”

“Hey, no matter how terrible it turns out, I promise I will lie and say it is delicious.” Sam reassured you with a grin. You smiled back in mock offense and shoved his shoulder as you plucked the card from his hands, and stood.

“Wow, Sam. Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

“Anytime.” He snarked watching you start to pace, your eyes glued to the text.

“I mean look at this crap- is this really what normal couples do for fun?” You paused dropping your hands to your sides. He only answered with a shrug, neither of you exactly had much to compare with. You turned your attention back to the card and continued. “Wine tasting.”

“What’s wrong with Wine tasting?”

“Who drinks wine? Rich people, Depressed Mom’s and Lonely Single Women- that’s who.”

“I like wine.” He defended. Your face twisted in skepticism.

“I have never seen you with a glass of wine before. Whiskey, Bourbon and Scotch- sure. But Wine? C’mon Sam.” You didn’t wait for him to answer as you continued to the next item.  “Dancing on Thursday. Do you dance, Sam? Because I don’t dance.”

“Now- that’s not entirely true.” He interjected with a suggestive grin. He’d seen you dance before, a few times. Usually after a few shots, and with some lucky local you’d pick up for the night. Sober you may not dance, but drunk you certainly knew how to move those hips. Heat crept into your cheeks and you moved on, not even wanting to dignify his comment with a response.

“Friday night Movie night. They have a movie night.”

“Hey, I’m not exactly excited either, but it can’t be all that bad.” Sam offered. Half trying to convince himself. From the flat side-eye he earned it was apparent there was no thrill to be had on your part.

“I mean you’d think there’d be stuff on here like hiking, or yoga, or a couples spa.” You huffed and dropped the card on the table beside the bed. “Can we just… go wander around and scope the place out instead?” You asked, you could think of a thousand things you’d rather be doing than attending some stupid cooking class. Just about anything sounded like a less painful option. You’d rather be bound and gagged by something trying to eat you than have to figure out what the fuck a Souffle is.

“I’m sure we’ll be back from checking out the property in plenty of time. If there’s anyone else staying here they’ll probably be there, it’ll be a good chance to talk to some of the others here. See if they’ve heard anything.” Sam reasoned, always logical, and usually right to your displeasure. With a groan you let your chin tilt back and your shoulders slump, a little light bulb going off in your head. Rolling your head up to a tilt you gave him a flirtatious smile. He opened his mouth to speak and you placed your index finger over his lips. They were soft, and warm, and you wondered if he tasted as sweet as his cotton-candy pink mouth looked.

The glimmer in your eyes shifted changing in an instant from your usual sweet and sour demeanor to looking at him through curling lashes sultry and tempting. You hand fell from his lips to curl a long chestnut brown strand of his hair around your finger.

“What if, instead, we skipped it.” Your tone painting a vivid picture. With your cocked brow and devious smile there was no mistaking what you were suggesting. “Said we just couldn’t make it down, because we were... Busy.”

You were supposed to be newlyweds after all, and what was more convincing of a happy, healthy, lovey-dovey relationship than blowing off some bullshit class because you were too busy fucking all night?

Sam swallowed the tension in his throat, if that were an actual option on the table there would have been no need to convince him. Nevertheless he was more than willing to go along with your game, if that’s where you were taking it, two could play. His large hands settled on your hips, warm and heavy, creating gooseflesh through the thin cotton layer of t-shirt. You wanted his hands on you forever. Wanted to burn his fingerprints into your skin like a tattoo. He pulled you in, between his thighs and close enough to feel the heat radiating off of him, his cologne filling your senses. The corner of his lips curling into a smile as he peered at you with those kaleidoscope eyes making you weak in the knees.

“You make a very compelling argument.” His voice smooth like scotch and just as intoxicating. Taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger made your heart skip a beat, or just dead stop. You couldn’t tell, your eyes falling to his lips, nervous anticipation shooting like an electric current through your veins. The slow drag of his thumb over your lower lip made heat pool low in your belly and your breath catch in your throat. He edged closer to you close enough to feel the heat of his breath caress your face. “But we’re still going.”

Then he smiled at you, a shit-eating grin and stood up to finish doing whatever the hell he was doing. His hands dropped away from you leaving you standing there breathless and trying to recollect your wits. Your eyes nearly rolled back into your head in frustration. Folding your arms over your chest you plopped on the bed with a pout, and crossed your legs tightly trying to ease the pressure that had built.

“That was a nice moment Sam. That was a nice moment, and you ruined it. I hope you’re proud of yourself.” You snarked, and by the grin still plastered on his face- he was.

Standing at the top of the long gravel drive you held a map open in front of you, Sam right behind you and able to see clear over your head without issue. Little red dots stippled the map and at the very center of them sat the Inn. Reaching a long arm around you he pointed at one of the markers.

“Alright, so that’s where the last vic was found.”

“Correction- that’s where parts of the last vic were found.” You interjected, his lips pressed into an unamused line as he looked around the property, extending an arm to the left of the driveway and into the thick of the woods.

“Right, parts. Whatever, that’s about a mile that way…”

“Every bit of remains they’ve found have been at least a mile from here. They’re not exactly grouped in one area either. Look at this, they’ve been found just about everywhere. This is a really wide net we’re trying to cast here Sam.” You expressed at the spattering of red dots all over the place. Some further out, some closer in, and everywhere.

“Right, so we go to the freshest spot and hope we get lucky.”

“Great plan and all, except the remains at that location were two months old when they were found. I sincerely doubt that whatever’s out there is going to be there still. Especially with Police in and out of there for the last couple weeks.” You said. Sam paused hazel eyes scanning the treeline as he absorbed the information you were giving him with a nod.

“Guess we’re just gonna have to pick a direction.”

“Okay.” You agreed, folding up the map and stuffing it into the pocket on the inside of your coat, cinching the button at your waist. “Which way you wanna gamble on?”

“Hold on- let me see that map again.” He asked, absentmindedly. You sucked your teeth digging back into your coat to retrieve it. “Isn’t there a lake around here?”

“Yeah, not just one though, there’s several in the surrounding three miles.” You answered unfolding the paper again, and handing it to him to study.

Looking down the winding gravel road and into the mist that seemed to breathe between a trees a chill slid up your spine. You always got antsy before hunts. Couldn’t help it. Didn’t matter what you faced or how many times, it always gave you the jitters. Even after all these years you still got scared. You would never admit it of course, and you’d mastered the poker face to keep it under wraps. But there was honestly no way for you to truly prepare yourself for whatever was out there, not when a single slip up could mean the end. Each new hunt, even with a foe you were familiar with was still jarring and nerve-wracking. It would always be until you either died or didn’t hunt anymore.

“Going for a hike?” The woman’s voice from behind you made you jump nearly out of your skin with a gasp. Hand on your chest you turned around wide eyed to see Esmeralda standing there with perfect black curls surrounding her perfectly cut face, cascading down her perfectly petite shoulders. She wasn’t asking you of course, her eyes fixed on Sam who folded up the map and tucked it in his back pocket as he turned his head to face her.

“Uh, yeah. Thinking about it.” He answered, she gave him a smile, a perfect smile, with straight white teeth and full pouty lips. She was so pretty you kind of hated her for it. Like, damn lady, we get it, you won the genetic jackpot, you don’t have to rub it in by existing and breathing air.

“Well there are a few trails if you follow the drive down to the main road. Though some of them can be a little hard to navigate if you don’t know where you’re going.”  Esmeralda explained. God, even her voice was perfect and sexy. You could have groaned, or rolled your eyes- you didn’t because you didn’t make a habit of being rude, not that it would have mattered anyway. She wasn’t paying attention to you in the slightest, you could have been a sentient tree and it wouldn’t have made a lick of difference. No, instead she was focused completely on Sam, placing a delicate little hand over his bicep as she pointed around the property. Because groping him was obviously necessary for giving directions. Her fingers were so long and elegant and slender you imagined they’d snap like toothpicks with the proper amount of pressure. “If you’re looking to sight-see, the paths to the North West behind the Inn take you further up the Mountain with plenty of breathtaking views.”

“Actually we’re thinking about checking out some of the lakes.” Sam replied. She smiled at him as if it was the most novel idea she’d ever heard while giving his arm as squeeze.

We get it! He’s jacked. Back off lady. You thought, gnawing on the inside of your lip, just waiting for the whole conversation to be over already. Would it be appropriate to bust up the party a little? You were, after all, supposed to be his wife for all she knew. But you didn’t want to come off as possessive, or jealous. Even though you were and it was absolutely killing you! You resolved to just crossing an arm over your chest and chewing on your thumbnail as if it were going to help you keep your composure in some way.

“To the West is Spider Lake, it’s further into the woods and up the mountain, Spider Creek feeds into it, it’s lovely up there. And to the South East about a mile and a half is Lake Kulla Kulla. It’s a wonderful spot for fishing I hear- if that’s something you enjoy..”

“Thanks, Esmeralda.” Sam replied.

“You’re most welcome Mr. Wesson. Do be careful not to stray too far from the paths, people get lost in these woods easily.” She cautioned. Her voice oozed over ‘Mr. Wesson’ as if she could have sex with the words. Her hand was still glued to his arm like a fucking magnet.“Oh and you will be back in time for tonight's activity won’t you? I’d hate for you to miss out on all of the fun.”

“Yeah, yeah, we plan on being there.” Sam assured with a smile as he stepped back detaching from her grasp and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. Your arms fell around his waist instantly as you leaned into him.

“We are just so excited.” You lied enthusiastically as you brought your right hand to his chest resting over his heart, making sure the little rock on your finger was near impossible to miss. Her icy green eyes cut to you with a look of pure distaste. You recoiled stunned and more than a little put off- if looks could kill. It was brief, nothing more than a flicker before she gave another radiant smile, but you caught it.

“Wonderful, we’ll see you when you return. Enjoy your hike.” Esmeralda said before heading back to the Inn. Sam turned his attention back to the map but you watched her sashay until she disappeared inside.

“The fuck was her problem?” You scoffed Sam turned his eyes to you curiously with a furrowed brow.

“What?”

“You didn’t see that?” You asked jutting your thumb behind you.

“See what?”

“You didn’t see the look she gave me?”

“No?”

“Well she looked at me like I spat on her, or pushed her Grandma down the stairs for funsies…” Or like she was pissed that the hulking Adonis in front of her was spoken for. Not that it seemed to matter to her much. Sam chuckled in response, studying your body language as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, chewing on your fingernail in nervous frustration, eyes like daggers on the front door of the Inn. If he didn’t know any better he might have mistaken that look on your face for jealousy. But you were always a little on edge before a hunt- you’d never admit it, but he knew.

You were pretty good at covering, but he’d known you too long not to pick up on the buzzing nervous energy coming off of you in waves. It never ceased to amuse him though. You were fearless, if there was ever hesitation about going into a situation you wouldn’t wait for a game of rock-paper-scissors, you’d just go in. He figured you did it because you either liked embarrassing them a little that you’d go in before either of them, or out of the need to show yourself that you weren’t afraid. Either way your courage in the face of your own palpable anxiety was endearing, and something he admired about you.

“What do you think- start with Spider Lake?” He asked. You answered with an agreeable shrug.

“Monster’s gotta have a watering hole right?”

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Chained Enemies

Request: Hey! I was wondering if you could write a shot with Seth where reader and him are put together in mixed match but she hates him cause he betrayed her brother (Jeff Hardy) time ago but the two end chained as a prank of their opponents. Enemies turned lovers.

Requested by: @phoenixoffiretwo

Characters: Seth Rollins x Reader

A/N: I wasn't sure if you wanted the handcuffs to be in the match or be after the match, so I just had them enter the story postmatch. I also wrote this when i was sleep deprived after having pulled an unwanted all night Friday night into Saturday morning. Hope it's up to your standards! :)

You were stretching for your match, which was in a few minutes. You were going up against Alexa Bliss. Before you could bend down to stretch to your toes, you heard your name being called by none other than the constable, Baron Corbin. You rolled your eyes. You had so badly wanted to punch that guy in the face, because he has caused so much trouble for majority of the Raw Roster. But instead of punching him in the face, you plastered on a fake smile and faced him.

"Hey, Corbin. What's up?" you asked a little too sweetly. Not like you cared.

"Oh, nothing. I was just going to inform you that your little match against Bliss has been canceled and changed to a mixed tag team match. You and Seth Rollins, against Ruby Riott and Bo Dallas."

Your smile instantly dropped. "Are you kidding me?!?!? I'm fine with my opponents, but you seriously HAVE to be crazy if you think I'm going to work with Rollins!"

"You have no choice, (Y/N). Unless you want to forfeit the match, that is. And we all know that your ego won't swallow down your pride to do that, now would it?" Baron smirked.

You grumbled to yourself. "You owe me big time, Corbin. And we all know that you *hate* owing people favors, now dont you?"

Corbin huffed and walked away, not responding to your jab at his ego. You had rolled your eyes and turned around to head to Gorilla position, but instead of walking you had bumped into the muscular chest of the very man you hate. You glared up at him.

"Look, Rollins. Just because we're partners for tonight does not change the fact that we are enemies. I will never forget what you did against Jeff. Just do what I say, and we'll win," you spat.

"Woah, hey, hey, just because of what I did to your brother doesn't mean you have to turn against me too. And that- Hey, where do you think you're going?!" he yelled after you, realizing you were walking away from him. Seth chased after you, peeved that you wouldn't just listen. Now he remembered why he turned against the Hardy's. They never listened to reason!

"Me? I'm going to the gorilla. Don't forget our match is up next, Gamer Geek."

"Gamer Geek, huh? At least I'm not the book nerd."

"At least I *can* read, Rollins."

The argument between you two went on until you heard your music play. 'Good, I get to go out first.' you thought as you pushed your way through the curtain. You stopped at the top of the ramp, knowing you couldn't descend down the ramp without your tag partner.

"I wonder who she's partnered up for this Mixed Tag Match. By the look on her face, Cole, I don't think it's anyone good," stated the announcer, Corey Graves.

Before either announcer could say another word, Seth Rollins' music had began to play. People began to cheer for both of them. They seemed ecstatic that they were partnered up, despite the fact that they were enemies.

You both managed to make it to the ring without arguing. After all, you didn't want to disappoint the fans. They want teamwork? They get teamwork. You just have to hope Seth plays along.

Surprisingly, it was only Ruby and Bo coming out to the ring. Ruby's goons weren't with her this time. You snickered slightly, guessing it was because she was confident enough that she would win with just Dallas.

*Skip to end of match, as your writer can not describe matches that well*

You two had managed to win with some bumps and bruises. And of course, the usual arguing. But somehow, you both came out on top. You held your sore ribs with one hand while Rollins did something that surprised you. He raised your other hand in victory as his song played - he got gotten the pin.

As he lowered your guys' hands down, you felt some cold metal slap onto your wrist. You glanced down to see both you and Seth stuck together in handcuffs. You turned to see it was Riott who put them on.

"Don't have too much fun, you two~" Ruby joked as she helped her partner roll out of the ring and up the ramp. All the while Rollins was fuming about being stuck to you.

"Well, at least I can still use my right hand…" you said.

"Of course you speak for yourself there, (Y/N)."

"Hey, it's not my fault we're handcuffed together! You act like I've asked for this…" you huffed, looking away from Rollins.

Seth rolled his eyes and was about to get out of the ring until he remembered the predictament. He sighed, frustrated. Somehow, he had to get along with you until those two airheads decide to unlock these darned cuffs.

"Well, we're in it now, and we've got to deal with it. Now, if you don't mind, I don't want to be out here when the next match starts," Seth said in a hurry.

That had gotten you to move. The two of you managed to get out of the ring together and went backstage.

"Can you drive left handed?" you asked him. "Because there is no way I am driving with one arm crossed over myself like a weirdo…"

"What makes you think we're going to be stuck that long?" Seth asked, his eyes narrowed.

"Because I know Ruby. She's most likely long gone with key by now. So we're most likely stuck in this predicament until the next city."

Seth groaned. "Alright, whatever. Just don't keep wanting to make pitstops, alright?"

"No guarantees, Rollins. No guarantees." you stuck your tongue out at him.

"Who's locker room first?" he asked.

"Well, mine's the closest to the exit, so yours, I guess."

The two of you started down the hallway, not really talking that much during the journey. Something kept nagging at you though, but you just couldn't name what it was. When you glanced at him, you saw that Seth was also thinking about something.

"Why'd you do it?" you asked him.

"Huh?" he glanced at you.

You stopped next to a crate. Hopping up onto it, you crossed your legs at the ankles. "Why'd you betray my brother? You two were going on great, but you threw it all away. For what?"

He sighed, seeming unsure how to answer that question.

"Hey, if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. But next time, before you throw something good away, think about it, alright?" You hopped down from the crate and tugged him along. "Let's get to the next city so Ruby can unlock these cuffs. There's no way I'm going to be trapped to you forever."

*Line Break. A couple weeks later*

You couldn't stop thinking about Seth. Sure, he was still the guy who betrayed your brother, but now that you've talked with him, you didn't think of him as a bad guy. But you couldn't tell Jeff and Matt about this, or they'd talk your ear off about how Seth betrayed them and how he might use you to get to them.

"Hey, sis, you in there?" Jeff said, waving his hand in front of your face. You had come to Smackdown for a night, and you ended up getting roped into a match against Carmella.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm here. Sorry, I was thinking," you told him, smiling.

"You're match up coming up. Need to get going," he reminded you.

"You gonna watch?" you asked him, standing up from the table you were seated at in catering.

"Unfortunately, no. Matt and I have a meeting to go to. But I'll watch the rerun later, alright?"

You nodded, knowing that he'd watch the rerun, whether he was dead tired or not. "Alright, see you later, Jeff!" You hugged him before running off to your match.

*During your match*

You were doing great. You had gained the momentum against Carmella. Currently, you were perched on the top rope, waiting for Carmella to stand. Then, all of a sudden, the lights went out, and you felt hands push you off of the top rope. You yelled out in pain as you landed wrong on your left leg, grabbing it with your hands. You hoped Carmella could get out in time while you felt yourself being picked up. You were unable to fight back due to your leg making you feel like someone was tearing it off of your body.

Then, the lights came on, revealing that it was Randy Orton who was attacking you. He was getting you into position for an RKO, but instead of doing it instantly, he toyed with you. He turned to each side of the ring, facing all of the audience.

He finally decided to do it when your back was towards the ramp. You wished you stayed back at Raw. At least there, you had friends you knew would come to your rescue. Here, you didn't have much friends, and your only hope at left for a dumb meeting.

So you were surprised when you felt someone push you out of harm's way and attack Orton. Crawling over to the corner as much as you could, you turned to see who had rescued you. Of all the people who might've rescued you, you were surprised to see Seth here. You figured after you two had gone back to being enemies.

Seth turned to you after he drove Randy off. He knelt down in front of you, first glancing down to where you were grabbing your leg then back up to your eyes, which were full of tears.

"I'm going to pick you up and carry you backstage to the doctor. Is that alright with you?" he asked gently. You could only nod in answer. "This might hurt, so bear with me."

He slid out of the ring so he could get you easier. He was as careful as he could be when he picked you up into his arms bridal style. You yelped a little when your leg moved, but you nonetheless wrapped your arms around his neck while he carried you.

While you were being checked out by the doctor, you saw Seth was pacing back and forth outside. You turned to look at the doctor. "Can he come in? He's going to wear a hole out there in the hallway…" you requested. The doctor nodded and went to get him. In the next few seconds, Seth was next to you, squeezing your forearm with one of his hands and wiping your tears away with the other.

"I'm sorry," he said softly, unshead tears making his brown eyes look like whiskey.

"Don't be, I was stubborn to come here alone. I should have known Orton was going to try something," you tried to reassure him.

"Not that. I meant I'm sorry for hurting your brother. Look, I've thought about what you said that night, and I realize you're right. I threw everything away just so I could climb to the top. I still do want to, but I realize now that I could've lost everything. Jeff and Matt were great friends, and I've threw that friendship away. I even threw away the chance of asking you out on a date," he explained.

"Wait…what?" you weren't sure you heard right.

His eyes widened when he realized he said that last bit out loud. "Before all that happened, I was going to finally ask you out on a date. But then I figured you wouldn't ever feel the same, so I betrayed Jeff. I figured if I made you hate me, these feelings I have for you would go away, but they never did. So I asked Corbin to put me in a Mixed challenge that night. But I didn't realize Riott would actually handcuff us together. (Y/N) I love you. But I understand if you don't-"

You interrupted him by kissing him. All the pent up feelings came rushing forward, and you were grateful Seth felt the same. He responded, kissing you back, holding your face with both his hands.

Who knew enemies could turn into lovers? All it took was a prank of being handcuffed together to turn it around, and you hoped Seth would think before he threw everything away next time. 

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ok so ive been tagged in different tags by different people ,,, nd have procrastinated on actually doing them ,, so i decided to compile all of them in one post !!

warning: this will be a v long post ,, read only if u wanna ,, know more abt me i guess (why would u lmAO)

fact tag?? i guess

rules: tag 9 people you want to get to know better and answer the questions

was tagged by maria !! @s0ftminho ♡ඩ⌔ඩ♡

Relationship status: single

Favourite colour: yellow,, peach,, nd black

Top 3 ships: oof idk?? oo nomin probably !!

Lipstick or chapstick: i dont use them :”)

Last song: im listening to gfriend - rough rn!

Last movie: spiderman homecoming hAHHAHA ( i was doing a mini marvel marathon bc my dad had the movies and didnt ! tell ! me ! but i uh stopped there lmao )

Top 3 shows: i dont watch shows often,, but i do rly like knowing brothers, night goblin :”) nd its dangerous outside the blanket! oooo theres also cafe amor that is p cute too !!

Currently reading: ok if manga counts, kimi no todoke nd bnha ,, if not ,, waking gods by sylvain neuvel (but i paused like ,, last yr prob hAHHA)

kpop + music tag!

ok so i was tagged by @01yoonjin to do ,, both of these tags if im not wrong,, and @maetaamong tagged me for the music shuffle tag and @hyuunjins tagged me for the kpop tag thingy aha

music shuffle tag

rules: put all of your phone’s music library – no playlists! – on shuffle. list the first ten songs that play. bold the song(s) that lift your mood and italicise the song(s) that makes you the most emotional. then tag ten people!

mad city - nct 127

campfire - svt

us now - vixx

hold me tight - bts

talk me down  - troye sivan

paradise - nct 127

too good - troye sivan

grr 총량의 법칙 - skz

another world - nct 127

blue - troye sivan ft alex hope

kpop tag

rules: answer the questions!

1) 5 favorite groups?

skz

nct

nuest

sf9

w1

2) Top 5 on your bias list? (no particular order)

hyunjin

(lee) chan

(lee) mark

chanhee

jr (jonghyun)

3) Ult Bias group and why you love them?

oof ok i,,, dont know? im not the type to actually Stay ulting a group?? like ill stan then ,,, then,, get into another grp,,, yeah,,,, im not v loyal aa my friends always ask what grps i stan and im liek ,,,,, idk,,,, i stan a Lot,,, (that was a real convo between a new friend i made weeks ago) but i guess,, atm its skz? their music is,, my taste? like the meaning of it nd all,, and uh theyre also v v fun to b with,, there isnt a moment when i dont smile whenever i see one of their vids or during their vlives :”) tbh what i like the most in groups i stan is their humor lmao,,, like if theyre v funny, i automatically love them even more :”))

4) Ult Bias and why you love them?

again,,, idk man,, i dont think i even Ult hAHHA ok but i ,, rlly like bae jinyoung nd chani hHAHHA ok but also ,,,, hyunjin. that boy,,,,,  id do anything for him tbh ,,  also bjy wasnt even mentioned in  2 but,,, i rlly love him ,, like idk,, i dont stan w1 as much now but ,, whenever i see him im like :-))))) (same goes for chani aa) fiuwe idk y i like them sm tho aa

5) Favorite Kpop Meme

iiiiii dont have any guawdeij

6) Favorite pic of your ult? (I dare you to only pick one)

ok what,,, i dont even know my ult hAHAH

7) 5 Favorite Kpop MVs

dont stop - twice (this is in jap tho,, does it count?)

nuest - daybreak

blooming days - exo cbx

you&me - kisum

go - nct dream

8) 10 Favorite Kpop songs?

vivid - loona/heejin

heart attack - loona/chuu

singing in the rain - loona/jinsoul

scentist - vixx

boss - nct u

rollercoaster - chungha

shine - pentagon

blooming days - exo cbx

trigger - vixx

my valentine - vixx

nd a lot more auief

9) Favorite Kpop crack video?

oof i dont watch crack often-

10) Favorite content creator within the fandom?

all of them!! :”)

11) What fandoms would you say you’re an active member of?

aa atm the sk fandom !! i was q active in the svt fandom in my main blog but i dont make content anymore :-( i do want to b active in other grps (like nct nd sf9 nd mayb nuest) but i dont have enough Commitment to run other blogs at the same time :”)))

12) Take your top 3 biases- fmk

these arent my top 3 but-

F(riendly convo with) - murk leeeee

M - oof tbh id marry seungcheol or mingYU OmG :-)))))))) hes not my bias but ,, hes such husband material tbh ,,,,,,,,

K - lee chan bc he,, keeps Killing me w those looks even when im tryna stan another grp ughrei

13) If you could be best friends with any idol, who would you choose?

chani? or chenle!! for chani ,, we’re q similar nd we both like chicken !!!!!!!!!!!! so yes. for chenle ,, we’re also kinda similar but we def have the same humor ,,, which is always great  :^)))))

14) If you could date any idol, who?

hm,,, tbh these days ive been feeling Soft for mark (lee) nd !! also bjy ,,,, ahHa im sorry hyunjin yshvriIHFED

15) What’s one Kpop album you think everyone should have listened to?

vixx - eau de vixx bc nO ONE i know talks abt it :-((((

16) Are you a soft or a hard stan?

swoft??? or medium idK HAHAH

17) An idol that makes you go into soft mode?

100% hyunjin,,, Also bjy.

18) An idol that makes you want to smash the empire state building with one single punch?

o man is also hyunjin aLSO mark lee :-))))))))))

19) Favorite vocalist?

oof hm,, defo seungkwan ,,, seokmin,,, basically svt’s vocal team :-))) oOF reading this again ,, yo haechan???? God tier vocals,,, pls stan nct :-)))

20) Favorite Rapper?

oo ok so i watched high school rapper nd i really like osshun? nd oH bang jaemin :”) aa i need to watch s2 soon jgafiue

in terms of idols, defo 3racha,,, theyre So Good uiahrfiu

21) Favorite dancer?

aAA in terms of girls: cHUNGHA!! for boys its ,, basically all of svt performance team nd,, ten and taeyong- (i like a lot of dancers its hard to choose ifajoiwe)

22) Things you have in common with your ult?

ok i,, dk my ult but ill just do it w the idols i put in in that q - for hyunjin i feel like we ,, both struggle w cooking lmAo nd have troubles waking up early :”) ,, actually now that i think abt it,, were both v quiet nd shy but when u get to know us? were v Loud nd savage (same w bjy nd chani) also again ,, chani likes chicken, i do too so :-)))))))

23) The mot beautiful trait any idol can have?

hm,, confidence? it takes a lot for someone to just go on stage and sing/dance etc,, like i would Never b able to do that- (proven today: had a skit and had a shaky voice the whole time , also laughed alot oops)

24) Songs that will always make you jam along?

vIVID by heejin nd singing in the rain by jinsoul nD ALL THE OTHER LOONA SONGS-

also rock by skz !!!!! nd nd omg rollercoaster by chungha nd,,, scentist by vixx nd many others hAHAH

25) Your worst wrecker?

in skz its ,,,,,,,, ***** :-)) also nomin have been wrecking me these days ,, rip

26) Any kpop concerts you’ve been to?

0 bc my parents wont let me :-(

27) Favorite choreo?

there r too many-

28) Favorite live performance?

also too many- but i do like concert performances where the fans sing along too- like those Hit me in the feels everytime (eg: smile flower - svt!!!) iahfnie (does this even count lmao)

29) Favorite debut mv?

adore u- svt !! (3rd anniv coming up ihHIWU)

30) Recommend a rookie group

skz obv, loona, unb ,, (g)i-dle !!

31) A kpop song you could listen to every day for the rest of your life?

there is a Lot but prob vivid - heejin hAHAH I RLLY LIKE THAT SONG AUWIFHIAU

20 question tag!

rules: answer 20 questions and then tag twenty people you want to get to know better

i was tagged by em !! @realstraykids  (´∀｀)♡

name: hazirah (oo name reveal :^))

nickname(s): haz

zodiac sign: scorpio

height: i am smoller than em ,, barely 5 feet :-)))))))))

languages spoken: ok ,, eng, malay, arabic, uuuh tiiiiiny bit of chinese and im now (kind of) self learning korean :^)

nationality: singaporean

favourite season: ok we dont have fall in sg,, but fall !!

favourite flowers: baby’s breath!

favourite scents: the scent of fried chicken :-)) or fresh laundry ,,, also petrol smell :-) 

favourite color: i answered above but yellow, peach nd black

favourite animal: shiba inus !!

favourite fictional characters: mmmm kacchan nd aizawa nD TODOROKI IFIAEUR HOW COULD I FORGET HIM O Mg frm bnha !! also baz nd simon frm the book carry on, simon by raindow rowell (one of my fav books tbh) ,,,, also tanaka frm tanaka kun is always listless bc hes goals tbh. ALSO oMg USUI TAKUMI FRM KAICHOU WA MAID SAMA OH MY GODUIHF

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: ok in cold countries i Always get hot chocolate,, here in sg i always get green tea,, or ice lemon tea sometimes :-)))

average sleeping hours: 5-6

dog or cat person: both but more towards cats tbh

number of blankets you sleep with: 1

dream trip: the world !! or like japan/england ,, 

blog established: feb 1 2018

followers: a number :-)

random fact: mmmmmmmm i broke my fast w two of my friends last night nd caught up w each other nd im v happy :-)))))

nd thats the end !! (not really,, theres like 2 slefie tags but i have 0 pics oops) but if you read through all this,, congratulations,, you probably know me more than my classmates :-))))

[kwonlatte]

cola boy; woozi

lee jihoon;

a small, petite guy. rather deadly, 18 years old. light, blonde hair, and is too cute for his attitude. he has a love-hate relationship with oversized clothings, because while they are as comfortable as one would imagine sitting on a cloud to feel like, they made him look smaller than he actually is. his love for cola frames the basis of this story.

now, when lee jihoon is buying another extra large cup of his favorite drink, a young lady-who seems to be extremely health conscious-happens to be right behind him. having overheard his order, she taps his shoulder. "hey there, couldn't help but overhear your order, dont you think its a little too much sugar?"

timecheck, 11:24am. now, lee jihoon is not a morning person, and having someone question the amount of sugar in his favorite beverage, is definitely not his cup of tea. he glares at the lady, "and is it any of your business?"

"woah there, i was just trying to help, diabetes is no fun, maybe its time to watch your sugar intake, and to be honest, i love cola too, but at least make sure your intake is reasonable."

now meet park minhee;

a beautiful young lady, jet black collar-length hair, dreams to dye it ash grey, 18 years old. has an unhealthy obsession with korean "ulzzang" as she claims they are 'aesthetic™' her fear of diabetes adds on the basis of this story; and is also the main reason why she and jihoon would have ever met.

"im sorry, doctor, but i absolutely do not give two shits about whatever it is youre saying." jihoon flashed a mocking smile. "now, if you'll excuse me, i have somewhere to be and something to do, and that is definitely not talking to you about whatever the threats of diabetes may be."

"i understand, i may be annoying, but just look it up, please."

and there was something about her "please", maybe it was her wavering confidence, or maybe because she said it in such a small voice, that it was nearly impossible to hear it, but whatever the reason was, it make jihoon's heart soften. but not enough to make him turn around and continue the conversation.

quickly regaining his composure, jihoon gripped onto his cup tightly, and left the place.

meanwhile, minhee was worried, it was not as if she knew jihoon well, or was someone dear to her heart, she just did not want anyone to lose their life to diabetes. it wasnt that hard was it? just keeping watch of your sugar intake, it could save your life. for people like jihoon, it apparently was.

minhee has a insatiable love for cola too, but after that incident, she had learnt to control it, to ensure that her life would not be taken away too. so when jihoon had told her that he didnt care, (or rather, that he didn't give two shits about it), she had begun to worry, because no one deserves to lose their life to diabetes, no one.

everytime she had tried to warn someone about the risks of diabetes, they had all ended up listening, most of them, right from the start, but there a few who took some time before they did listen. minhee had never met someone like jihoon, who barely even gave her a chance, whether that was a good thing or not, we dont know.

but because of how he acted, it made her want to get the message across more than she ever did.

but, now was not the time, after all, she had to go meet soonyoung.

meet soonyoung; a 177cm tall boy, aged 18, small eyes that resemble the hands of a clock at 10.10. an incredibly handsome and passionate dancer with jet black hair (with no intentions to dye it). nicknamed "hoshi" by a few of his closest friends. loves hoodies and has a closet full of them. bestfriend: park minhee. relationship with jihoon? unknown.

now, the meeting location that soonyoung had given to minhee was far too normal judging it was from soonyoung, "pinwheel cafe".

minhee entered the café after a walk through the park. she looked around, hoping to spot soonyoung, but instead her eyes met with a familiar face she had seen that very morning. timecheck, 12:06, soonyoung was supposed to be here 6 minutes ago, she decided to drop him a message.

today, 12:07pm

min(¯―¯٥) »yo hoshh »okk but whr tf are u?? »its 12:07 »we're supp to meet at 12??1?1 »istg if ure still at home

soon??1?2٩(๑'^'๑)۶ »okok im sorry »im almost here i swear gimme 10

min(¯―¯٥) »10 and then im leaving

soon??1?2٩(๑'^'๑)۶ »sure i'll b thr soon so no worries.

min(¯―¯٥) »welp but do u think ure funny? »surprise! youre not !!! »so lame i might leave rn

soon??1?2٩(๑'^'๑)۶ »leave?? »bro u aint got anyth to do

min(¯―¯٥) »ok wtv shutup and just hurry

minhee pocketed her phone and decided to approach the boy from earlier in the morning, "why hello, again."

jihoon, on the other hand really didn't need another 'lecture' about diabetes, he had tried so hard for her to not notice him, yet, to no avail.

"uh... hi," jihoon chuckled, trying to cover up the fact that he was avoiding her.

"well, you work... at a cafe... i assume thats better than eating at one, working with sugar is always better than consuming them, of course."

jihoon was definitely hoping for a conversation not related to sugar, and obviously, the odds were not in his favor. upon hearing "sugar" the tone in his voice-and so had his mood-changed for the worse. "and then why are you here, at the cafe with the highest sugar content in town, miss 'watch-your-sugar-intake'?

"okay, no need to be so rude, and i'm meeting a friend." she checked her watch, 12:15, "who should be here in two minutes time, or im leaving."

"well, if you'd like to stay here even for the two minutes, im afraid you'll have to buy a beverage, or a dessert." jihoon mentally smiled at his quick thinking which could have led to a possible raise in his salary. <a/n ik it doesnt work like this but just go with the flow>

that smile quickly faded as minhee opened her mouth to react, "oh, i see, well then, i'll just be waiting outside." minhee turned to leave when a certain black haired boy dashed into the room with sweat trickling down his forehead.

"soonyoung," minhee muttered.

soonyoung checked the time on his phone, "12:16, 9 minutes, im on time." he looked up and smiled, "oh, hey jihoon!"

"technically, you're still late. we were supposed to meet at 12."minhee turned to face jihoon, and asked, "your name is jihoon?"

jihoon motioned to the name tag clipped on his apron, "well, apparently. you know soonyoung?"

her eyes narrowed a little, "was about to ask you the same question."

soonyoung walked in between the two, "and you two know each other?"

"well yeah, we met earlier this morning when she decided to lecture me about my sugar intake."

"it wasnt a lecture!" minhee added in.

the noise of a growling stomach interrupted their not-so-pleasant conversation, it was minhee's. "hey soonyoung, im starving, lets go for lunch."

soonyoung slapped his forehead lightly, "of course! how could i forget? jihoon, whats good here?"

minhee's eyes widened in shock, "what? we're eating here? no way!"

jihoon opened his mouth in mock offense, "well excuse me, miss 'watch-your-sugar-intake', but this is one of the best restaurants in town!-except that its a cafe." minhee rolled her eyes at the name, but let him continue, "and i definitely recommend the flower burger. it has everything most bugers has, but more. its as beautiful as a flower and makes your smile as beautiful as one too."

"o-oh! i want one of that!" soonyoung exclaimed excitedly.

"does it have a lot of sugar?"

"you know, if you want the dish with the lowest sugar level, just take the healing salad."

"good idea. we'll just have that and two glasses of plain water."

soonyoung pouted upon hearing that, "plain water?"

"yes, you consume too much sugar."

ignoring her remark, soonyoung ordered 'the best drink there', the beautiful highlight.

after they had settled down at a table, minhee proceeded to question soonyoung about how he had met jihoon, leading to a rather interesting conversation.

- a/n i swear theres an explanation as to why minhee is so health conscious and also to why the way she talked to jihoon after that is in such a huge contrast to her "please". pls comment lol i love comments . ok thx ily ❤

[whispers-and-sunlight]

A heck ton (92) of questions

Thanks @teatowelhowell for tagging me!

THE LAST

1. Drink: Gingerbread green tea

2. Phone Call: my phone says my friend although I dont remember why lmao

3. Text Message: my mum asking her to pick me up haha

4. Song You Listened To: Living as a Ghost- GEMS

5. Time You Cried: like 2 or 3 nights ago?

HAVE YOU EVER

6. Dated Someone Twice: never even dated someone once lmao

7. Been Cheated On: see above :’)

8. Kissed Someone And Regretted It: cant regret kissing someone if youve never kissed anyone B) life hack

9. Lost Someone Special: no

10. Been Depressed: no

11. Gotten Drunk and Thrown Up: noooo whenever i drink i always get really paranoid about being sick haha

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS

12. light blue

13. lilac

14. silver

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU

15. Made New Friends: ye boii

16. Fallen Out of Love: no

17. Laughed Until You Cried: yes

18. Found Out Someone Was Talking About You: no

19. Met Someone Who Changed You: maybe in small ways but i dont think so

20. Found Out Who Your True Friends Are: yes

21. Kissed Someone On Your Facebook: no

22. How Many of Your Facebook Friends Do You Know in Real Life: all of them i think haha i dont use it anymore

23. Do You Have Any Pets: yess i have a cat he is a special boye

24. Do You Want To Change Your Name: nah ive always hated my my name but im slowly getting over it haha (plus itd feel kinda weird to just change it?)

25. What Did You Do For Your Last Birthday: nothing much, just had some friends over lol i have a boring life

26. What Time Did You Wake Up: today at 9 but when i dont have school it can be any time from 8 to 12 lmao

27. What Were You Doing at Midnight Last Night: going through music to make a top jams playlist :’)

28. Name Something You Cannot Wait For: death im going on holiday in a few days!

29. When Was The Last Time You Saw Your Mother: like 10 minutes ago

30. What is One Thing You Wish You Could Change About Your Life: id like to be more confident and outgoing and more motivated haha

31. What Are You Listening To Right Now: Past Lives -  BØRNS

32. Have You Ever Talked To a Person Named Tom: yeah like 5 years ago

33. Something That Is Getting On Your Nerves: um idk my lips are kinda chapped lol

34. Most Visited Website: tumblr probably :(

35. Elementary: (im not really sure what this question is haha) it was fun i guess

36. High School: im in high school now, my last year once we go back after summer. I met most of my current friends there so :’)

37. College/University: not there yet but im having to decide about university and stuff atm yikes, im thinking about studying something related to business

38. Hair Colour: brown. not light or dark, just brown lol

39. Long Hair or Short Hair: relatively but not like crazy long? about boob level lmao

40. Do You Have A Crush On Someone: im not sure tbh maybe a lowkey crush yikes

41. What Do You Like About Yourself: i think i have quite nice eyes lol i have been blessed with long eyelashes.

42. Piercings: i have my ears pierced but thats it, and i probably wont want anything else in the future im too much of a wimp haha

43. Blood Type: idk my dude

44. Nickname: id prefer not to say in case irl friends find this lol

45. Relationship Status: v single

46. Zodiac Sign: leo

47. Pronouns: she/her

48. Favorite TV Show: game of thrones, nbc hannibal probably, im not sure off the top of my head haha

49. Tattoos: none atm but id maybe like one at some point? idk its a big commitment and im v indecisive

50. Right or Left Hand: left

FIRST

51. Surgery: ive never had surgery

52. Piercing: ears when i was 12

54. Sport: ballet when i was like 3 if that counts lol

55. Vacation: cyprus

56. Pair of Trainers: idk its not a moment that really stands out haha

57. Eating: surprisingly i dont remember the first time i ate something but i love garlic bread lol

58. Drinking: first time i got drunk i was 15 (on new years eve w my family lmao how wild)

59. I’m About To: stay sat down for like 4 hours probably

60. Listening To: Guillotine- Jon Bellion its a bop lol

61. Waiting For: idk nothing really?

62. Want: a gf lol free spotify premium :(

63. Get Married: yeah

64. Career: idk maybe accountancy (v exciting i know)

YOUR TYPE

65. Hugs or Kisses: hugs

66. Lips or Eyes: eyes (also id just like to say brown eyes are v nice and underrated)

67. Shorter or Taller: taller but thats not asking much bc im short

68. Older of Younger: older

70. Nice Arms or Nice Stomach: um idc really but i do love a good arm

71. Sensitive or Loud: i kinda need someone whos loud sometimes bc im bad at talking but sensitive is good, can you not be both?

72. Hook Up or Relationship: relationship

73. Troublemaker or Hesitant: hesitant i guess?

HAVE YOU EVER

74. Kissed a Stranger: no

75. Drank Hard Liquor: yeah

76. Lost Glasses/Contact Lenses: never properly lost, but ive forgotten where ive put my glasses for periods of like 5 minutes many times

77. Turned Someone Down: no someone would have to ask first haha

78. Sex on First Date: lol

79. Broken Someone’s Heart: probably not

80. Had Your Heart Broken: no

81. Been Arrested: no

82. Cried When Someone Died: no one i know in real life

83. Fallen For a Friend: no but ive had a lowkey crush on a friend yikes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN…

84. Yourself: lol no (i guess i do sometimes, but not enough)

85. Miracles: no

86. Love at First Sight: not really

87. Santa Claus: no :(

88. Kiss on First Date: do what feels right my dude im not against it

89. Angels: no

OTHER…

90. Current Best Friend’s Name: i must maintain anonymity lol but it begins with an E

91. Eye Colour: blue-ish green-ish grey lol

92. Favourite Movie: the lion king, primal fear, ex machina, idk i always forget favs lmao

im not sure how many people to tag so if you want to do it and youre not tagged pls do anyway lol (also sorry if youve already done this just ignore this haha)

@existentialshoelace​, @planter-lester​, @daniels-knee​, @iihappydaysii​, @lovinghowlter​ , @bitakalla​, @meow309​, @krystalinetg​, @starlightlesster

[nothingbeatsreadingintherain]

Tag 9 People You Want to Get to Know Better...

I was tagged by @luna-myth

Questions:

What is your age? 18

What is your current job? Full time student at UC Davis, although I do plan on working in the following quarter and I work at GAP during breaks

What are you talented at? Well…lets see…Mario Kart, really any Super Mario game, running, depending on fanficiton for life just as much as I depend on oxygen. I’m also rather good with English and Math, although I enjoy English much more since I am a bookworm at heart. Fun fact, I’m not that bad at acting and I’m also trilingual… Honestly though, I always hate talking about myself because I feel like I’m selfish/conceded and so I tell myself to just never bring me up BUT at the same time I do want to be more confident in myself and- OH RIGHT. As you noticed, I’m very very talented at being extremely paranoid. Perhaps what I’m most talented at is procrastinating (not by choice, trust me…). I know it’s not something to be proud of but honestly, it gets kind of amusing in a terrifying HOLY MOTHER OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN YOURE GOING TO DIE type of way to see just how far I can push the bounds of procrastination without actually dying…dont try that at home kids…

What is a goal you are working at or have already achieved? I really want to make it out of college alive and be able to graduate. Also, I want to FINALLY get my driver’s license. 

What’s your aesthetic? Im not sure what this question is really asking but I love pajamas ALL DAY EVERY DAY 24/7. As for how others look, I’m not picky with that either, if what they wear makes them happy then I’m happy as well. 

Do you collect anything? Does homework at the last minute count? No? Ok…well, I used to collect rocks and seashells, but now its mostly Funko Pops and books. TV Shows, music, and fandoms as well, along with A WHOLE LOT OF FAN FICTION, I CANT EVER GET ENOUGH OF IT. Also tiny things that will immediately transport me back to the memory that corresponds with that particular item.

What’s a topic you always talk about? Well, I love nature and especially the ocean, Jellyfish and whales are ABSOLUTELY FASCINATING! Ancient Egypt, yummy food, books, more food…did I mention books? OOOOOO ESPECIALLY THE SMELL OF BOOKS AND THE FEELING OF SLOWLY CARESSING THEIR SPINE (I swear i’m not insane). I also talk a lot about Dr. Who, Harry Potter, OUAT, Beauty and the Beast, Rumbelle, Rumbelle again for emphasis, Emilie de Ravin, and Robert Carlyle…Come to think about it I talk a lot so I can write pages upon pages of things I talk a lot about.

What is a pet peeve of yours? Ok so I bike a lot (being at Davis and all) and It REALLY REALLY REALLY bothers me when a pedestrian decides its ok to walk in the middle of the firkin bike lane when they have an entire area designated especially for them…I can’t tell you the number of times I almost ran someone over just because they thought it would be hilarious to scare jump into the middle of the bike lane for a laugh. It also really bothers me when someone is walking really slow and they’re blocking the path…I try to have patience but God knows I’m severely lacking in that area when it comes to that. I also don’t like it when people don’t say thank you at work after I help them with whatever they needed (retail problem) or when they yell over something I have no control of.  

Good advice to give? At the risk of sounding naive: live your authentic self and do what makes you happy. I know it can be hard at times, but honestly, you only ever get one life, so always make the most of situations and stay positive. I like to be genuinely positive and kind to others as a firm believer that a smile can go a long long way, but sometimes people take that as an invitation to take advantage. And honestly, as confident as I thought I was, sometimes I chose to just turn a blind eye and let it happen for the sake of “peace” (I only channeled my inner vampire when it came to my friends and family, for them I could pull my fangs out). My biggest mistake was confusing silence with peace, so here’s my advice: I know it’s hard, I know you’ve probably heard it million times and have now deduced it to be an overused “inspirational” phrase that in the end isn’t as easy as it seems, but don’t let anything impede you from standing up for yourself and protecting your happiness, whatever that may be. And dont forget to embrace yourself! I was always a weird kid, and it wasn’t until recently that I realized it’s actually a blessing (normal is just so very boring after all…). 

What are three songs you’d recommend? Its hard narrowing it down to three, but here ya’ go: 

                      1) “Sail” (Unlimited Gravity Remix) by Awolnation

                      2) “Dog Days are Over” by Florence and the Machine

                      3) “Instant Crush” by Daft Punk ft. Julian Casablancas 

                      (bonus: any Melanie Martinez song, they’re all amazing) 

I’m kind of still easing into the world of Tumblr and don’t actually now many people yet, but here are the people I’m nominating: @thequeenandherswan @mariequitecontrarie @rumbelleinthebrooke @bookwormchocaholic @nirvigedearie @simplythedarkone @lulabelle714 @advah @dizzykat28560:  

PS: I didn’t proofread this, so sorry for any typos/ improper grammar that may have slipped my mind/notice…