#this is going in my lockscreen queue

[lovings4turn]

୧ ‧₊˚ ☕️ ⋅ ☆ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭…

— in desperate need of caffeine, logan stumbles into the first cafe he comes across. little does he know, this will be the start of something great.

+ the first part of my whole latte love series , aka my child , so i hope you all enjoy <3 this is set in the uk , but reader isn't specified to be any particular nationality !

+ dividers from benkeibear !!

there were many sacrifices logan sargeant was willing to make in his life.

flying halfway across the world aged only eleven to pursue his dream of racing, for one. on a smaller scale, always allowing his brother dalton to ride shotgun on family trips, despite the fact that the backseat caused his legs to cramp up after a few hours.

but, no matter how late he was running, logan had promised himself he would never, ever deprive his body of a hot, caffeinated beverage before a meeting. 

on this particular morning, though, logan was running especially late. normally, the jarring sound of the iphone alarm would snap him from his deep sleep within seconds, the noise sparking an instant feeling of dread within him even when it wasn't coming from his phone. 

he’d learned that alex had a habit of setting alarms for various things throughout the day, before promptly forgetting what he’d set it for, leaving logan to go through the five stages of grief at least four times a weekend. 

but it seemed today the universe had been a little bored, and so decided to find entertainment in burdening a poor, unsuspecting american race car driver with one minor inconvenience after another. 

firstly, his alarm hadn't woken him up. correction: it had woken him up, just thirty minutes after it was supposed to.

secondly, his pride in managing to get dressed with an impressive five minutes to spare was quickly dissipated when he couldn't find his keys or wallet. the hunt had set him back another ten minutes (because why on earth would he think to check the cutlery drawer until he had run out of other possible options?).

and, for good measure, he'd tripped over his own welcome mat in his mad dash out of his apartment. so, yeah, it had been a morning, to put it lightly.

logan cursed to himself as he all but jogged down the busy street, eyes desperately scanning every building he passed in search of a cafe. he was too frantic to read any shop signs, but when he witnessed two girls walking out of a doorway clutching two paper cups, he knew he'd struck gold.

fucking finally.

logan offered the pair a tight lipped smile as he slipped past them and into the cafe, letting a sigh of relief escape his lips as the familiar smell of strong, freshly brewed coffee hit him. 

this was more than worth being late for, he decided. he'd pick up a few extra coffees, as an apology, a courtesy of some kind. who could be mad with a cup of coffee in their hand? though logan figured he was allowed to be a little lax in his timings anyways, since he was no longer in his rookie year at williams. the team would forgive him quick enough.

trainer-clad feet led him towards the back of the fairly short queue leading up to the counter, and logan took the opportunity to slip his phone out from his coat pocket and shoot a quick text to alex. he hoped his teammate wouldn’t mind bearing the responsibility of updating the rest of the team on his whereabouts. 

‘sorry, overslept. omw now though, bringing coffee as an apology and effort to keep my head’.

three laughing emojis quickly flared up onto logan’s lockscreen, and he took that as a positive sign. 

it was only when logan placed his phone back into his pocket that he realised just how close he was to the front of the line, and immediately began rehearsing his order. sure, he ordered the same thing practically every single time he got coffee, but with the day he was having, he’d probably find a way to absolutely butcher the simple order.

all he needed was his oat milk latte, a black coffee for james, and some sort of sugary, overly sweet concoction for alex. he doubted this place sold the pumpkin spiced lattes that he loved to tease alex about ordering, so he’d just have to find the next best thing.

only, when he finally stepped up to the counter and opened his mouth to order, his mind went blank.

standing only a few feet in front of him was the most gorgeous person logan had ever seen, and considering he’d travelled the world and met countless different women and men over the years, that was an impressive achievement. 

you, luckily, hadn’t noticed the internal reboot logan was experiencing, and focused instead on offering him a warm smile and greeting.

“morning! what can i get for you today?” you asked, finger poised and ready to input his order into the till in front of you.

logan barely managed to stop himself from physically shaking his head in an attempt to clear it, before pasting a crooked grin of his own onto his lips.

“good morning,” he returned, voice a little quiet before he cleared his throat and spoke up again. “can i just get a large black americano, large oat milk latte, and uh,” logan paused, eyes quickly scanning the board in front of him as he weighed up all of the different syrups available. 

vanilla, caramel, hazelnut, and oh, thank god, cinnamon. that was close enough to pumpkin spice, right?

“and a large cinnamon latte, please. oh, to take out.” he finished, finally returning his eyes to you as you skillfully rang through his order.

“ah, great choice,” you commented, your smile still never having left your lips. 

from the moment he’d opened his mouth, you’d quickly registered the accent, though opted not to comment on it despite how pleasing it was to your ears. of course there were no shortage of americans stepping into the cafe everyday, but there was something about his in particular that caused your ears to perk up a little more. maybe it was down to the person it was attached to, instead. 

“and is that everything for you today?” you continued, snapping back into following what you’d aptly dubbed your ‘service speech’, a routine that ensured you didn't stumble over your words to every customer you served.

“that’s all, yeah.” logan responded with another small smile. 

“perfect. that’ll be nine eighty there.”

"great, thank you."

logan quickly pulled out his phone to pay, though as his eyes caught the small jar sat on the counter, ‘tips’ scrawled onto a label in nice handwriting, he wished he was paying by cash. a flash of hope ran through him as he dug his hand into his jean pocket, and he had never been more relieved to feel some spare change brush against his fingertips. 

barely even bothering to count how much was there – it looked to be about three pounds, but he could have been wrong - logan dropped it into the jar, offering you a sheepish smile. he felt a little foolish, paying by card and fumbling around for some cash, but the look on your face was more than worth it. 

“thank you,” you repeated with a soft laugh. “should be ready for you in two minutes.”

logan couldn’t bring himself to speak again, so simply nodded and moved to walk to the point he would collect his drinks from. before that, though, he would grant himself one, small privilege. 

his eyes quickly found your name badge, and he scanned it as subtly as he could before he walked away, the name replaying over and over in his mind like a broken record. but, no. broken records were annoying, an inconvenience, something to fix or throw out. your name was anything but. 

not even five minutes after he’d placed his order were his drinks placed onto the counter, each labelled appropriately to save for any confusion. a cupholder had also been provided, which logan was eternally grateful for. he didn’t think the three drinks would survive the short journey otherwise. as a treat to himself, he took a small sip from his latte and almost swore. logan didn’t believe in magic, but he was sure that this coffee was somehow laced with it. never had a simple oat latte tasted so good to him.

and, he thought, a little embarrassingly, never had someone looked so good making one, either. 

“see you later!” you called from behind the till, lifting your hand in a gesture that could be perceived as a wave, but also an attempt to smooth your hair a little. 

logan nodded and gave you a smile. you would definitely see him later. he had just found his new favourite coffee shop, and he wasn’t going to give it up any time soon.

☕️ . . . there it is , the first instalment !! i loved writing this so much - and actually did so with a cinnamon iced latte of my own , as alex and i are actually one and the same ! hope you all enjoyed , and thank you for reading <3

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Hi

I have not been actively checking my notifs the past few days and will continue to do so for a while as I noticed that (in general) not checking tumblr has definitely improved my headspace. That being said, now that I am here I obviously have seen the kind and encouraging messages some of you have left me after my last text post a few days ago, through comments or direct messages, and I appreciate all of you who were kind and caring enough to take a moment and try to make me feel a little better, it once again means a lot. Some messages gave me the courage to write this post, as I'd rather not talk too much about myself here but some of you made it clear that you deeply care, so the least I can do is give a little insight on what I'm up to in a way. I also got a quick glance at some of the responses to my October wallpaper kick-off post and the fall/"spooky" themed edits, and those responses made me smile too. If you liked my last post you might be happy to hear that I have a lot more of those coming. Since fall and October in general is my time of the year I decided to not fully take my leave here but try and be creative with edits (in this case wallpapers/lockscreen ideas) instead of actively trying to write. I noticed I am greatly enjoying that for now and I have created a bunch of edits that will be posted through a queue from now until October.

Once again I am not checking notifs actively, I am not scrolling on my dash and I only open my dms every other day for as long as I feel I need to, so please know I am not ignoring anyone with ill intend, I just feel more at ease not trying to keep up as it has proved to be not good for me in the past. It's better to keep yourself out of the loop on your own accord and do your own thing really. But that also means that I will most likely not see what anyone tags me in, so if there's something you think I really should see please feel free to dm the post so I can have a look (that does not go for fics currently as I won't be reading those for a little while either as I try to focus on my own creativity).

Long story short really... the reason why I can't seem to fully leave this place is because I can't let my man's tag die down here like that.

[utopiajeon]

i think i’ve a crush on jeon jungkook😳

[lesbianbitchard-moved]

Lmao 😂😂

To all the Tumblr users who tend to use tags very liberally:

Let’s play a game.

Type the following words into your tags box, then post the first automatic tag that comes up.

you

also

what

when

why

how

look

because

never

[toomuchracket]

per the last ask (I’m a different anon) maybe birthday party verse! Matty and reader take a trip to celebrate a publication of hers and they rent a car (maybe a vintage convertible like in that one music vid) and matty is looking all classic driving reader down pch on their way to dinner and so it’s kind of a mix of sunshine baby/golden/style and then after dinner they decide to take a dip in the ocean 😌

gonna change the location of this because i had an idea about it anyway but it's a similar vibe!! so i think that the holiday starts in paris - you've been asked to do a little talk and a signing of your most recent book at the shakespeare and company bookshop, which is a huge fucking deal and something you're so so excited about, and naturally matty's glowing with pride and goes to paris with you. and you have a few days there before your event, just reminiscing on the last time you were there with your friends, and visiting museums and doing a bit of shopping. matty's in extra-proud boyfriend mode and attempting to buy you everything your eyes linger on for more than a second "as a well-done! a little treat!"; at the event itself (which he's already given you flowers for), he's watching you from the edges of the crowd, totally in awe of you (someone snaps a pic of him smiling at you like you hung the moon and tweets it, someone else tweets to say that they spoke to him and he literally just gushed about you for five minutes straight lol), and he almost cries after he cheekily queues for you to sign his copy of the book, because you address it to "the love of my life" and kiss the page to leave a lipstick mark on it for him lol.

anyway, i think at dinner afterwards, you probably say something like "god, i really don't want to go home in two days" and matty just beams and goes "well, good, because we're not", and then he reveals that he's booked a cottage somewhere in bordeaux for the two of you to stay in for the next week - you're immediately so so excited, and then you're like slightly panicked because "i didn't bring enough clothes!", and matty laughs like "well, now you'll need to let me take you shopping, sweetheart, yeah?" and you roll your eyes but you do let him buy you armfuls of new sundresses the next day lol. and the day after shopping, you and matty have a two-hour long train journey to bordeaux - which is spent listening to an album together and eating sweets lol - where there's a car waiting for you outside; a classic red vintage convertible (like the one from that clip of matty in l.a.), which matty is SO smug about. you tease him about it a little, like "you're sure you can drive on the opposite side of the road?" and "this is so new wave cinema of you. you've got postmodernism brainrot, baby", but that's just to distract yourself from jumping his bones because jesus christ he looks so hot driving with his sunglasses on and his hair all curly and messy (you take like 455883 pics of him like this. new lockscreen material for certain). i think you probably get lost a couple of times on the way to the cottage - you're responsible for navigating with the map and it's in french, for fuck's sake lol - but neither of you mind, because it's just so perfect driving through the french countryside with the wind in your hair and the sun on your faces. and the week is like the total antithesis to your busy time in paris; you just laze about in the sunshine, smoking and fucking (lol) and eating good food (but you both do end up getting inspired and writing some stuff for your respective next projects lol), before getting a little bit dressed up in the early evenings to tour some of the MANY vineyards nearby, having dinner and getting pleasantly tipsy on red wine. the very last night, you go to the vineyard where That Wine, the one you guys bonded over and love sharing, is made. and maybe, just maybe, a certain question is popped... idk! who's to say? regardless, it's perfect <3

[artificialqueens]

🏳️‍🌈PRIDE 2023 CHALLENGE!🏳️‍⚧️

Hello friends! As requested, we have put together a stunning Pride challenge for you this year! This challenge will run the entire pride season, and the goal will be to work together as a community to rack up enough points to earn amazing prizes for the blog. 

Current point total: 13,340

We'll post soon with more detail regarding the prizes and point levels, but here’s an idea:

Special roles in our Discord server for participants

Digital art, such as lockscreens and avatars

Sticker sets as both digital art and physical stickers for those who want to order them

Extra benefits for top point earners, such as voting on image themes 

A STUNNING new pride-themed banner for the blog designed by the extraordinary @imstillafuckinglibra

How do we earn points? Well, by submitting fic *or art* during this challenge period! ALL submissions will count, and as you can see after the jump, there are a ton of ways to earn bonus points, including reader interaction with those posts. 

Also—before you freak out! You don’t have to do any math yourselves, you precious little angels! I will be taking on that burden myself!

I’ll post the points earned at the bottom of each fic or art post, and after each queue finishes I’ll update the totals. (If you *would* like to try calculating your own points, here’s a little spreadsheet you can use.) 

There are a few fics ready to queue up, so I’ll post them tomorrow and you can see how the points add up even when the writers don’t have the challenge in mind. 

NOW! ONTO THE POINTS!!

Glossary:

“Art” is for any creation that’s not fic. So drawings, digital art, photo collages, etc. 

“New Creator” means anyone who hasn’t posted on AQ before. 

2nd, 3rd, and 4th posts refer to during this challenge. 

“Next Part of a WIP” would be a new part of something that’s already partially posted on AQ 

“Uncommon Ship” would be a ship with less than 50 posts here on AQ

“Rare Pair” would be a ship with less than 10 posts 

“Brand New Ship” would be for the first post of any given ship

*(If you want to check the numbers for any ship, you can use this database: https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/all-ships)*

“Includes Art” is for fic that has art or illustrations in it. 

“Returning Writer” is for any writer who is posting after an absence of 3 months or more. 

“Sexy” art doesn’t necessarily mean NSFW. Just anything with sexy vibes, whatever that means to you. 

“Fic-inspired” is art that’s inspired by a fic, whether it’s your own or someone else’s, and whether that fic is posted on AQ or elsewhere. 

FAQ:

Q: What is “pride season”? Do you mean June? The summer? A: Yup. (It’s open-ended on purpose to give ourselves space to achieve all goals.)

Q: Am I allowed to cross-post my work here that’s already on AO3? A: Yes! You are encouraged to do so; it’s a great way to rack up points and advertise your work!

Q: What if people ‘cheat’ by sending in prompts and then filling them themselves?! Or sending in anon feedback about their own work?!?!?! A: Obviously this will be taken very seriously. We will first send a team of forensic investigators to their house, and then submit all evidence to the FBI. (In case it’s not clear, I’m kidding.)

Get going, everyone! If you would like to participate in our Discord server for any reason: brainstorming, sprints, giving feedback, finding betas, volunteering to beta, etc: please let me know! @veronicasanders

Thank you so much to @petitmonde for their help and inspiration, and to @imstillafuckinglibra for his beautiful graphic design work. 

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

[straykidsreactionsandscenarios]

Stray Kids Scenarios - Tied Up Tightly ~ Lee Know

Hey there everyone! I’ve created this new blog for Stray Kids stuff, I’m going to be doing maintenance on this account! I’m down to do whatever!

Post Date: 10th April 2022 - 23:10 Content: Smut - Minho x Reader (Y/N) Word Count: 2530  TW?: Razor cut from shaving/ Mention of  blood/ Knife play/ Chains and restriction Summary: Minho was the hot barista who made your coffee in the morning, now he’s tying you up.

I hope you like this first post that I’ve created being inspired by a friend’s obsession with Minho!

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“Next please,” a soft voice calls from behind the counter, you look up and see the barista smiling at you, waiting for you to make an order, “A flat white please?” you ask shyly, his eyes glistening under the warm lights. He smirks and takes your name, scoffing to himself as he goes to make your drink as you process the payment. 

Sliding the drink on the counter, his lips curl as you catch him looking at you, “For Y/N, please”. You blush as you accidently contact him from trying to grab your drink, “Have a nice day.” He winks at you before rolling his eyes at the queue of customers coming through the door but flashes you a quick smile as you walk off. 

You couldn’t help but ring your best friend as soon as you were a safe distance away from the coffee shop, “Bestie, you never guess what.... A cute guy winked at me at the coffee shop... Yes!” You couldn’t hold your excitement as you gossed with your best friend about this guy, and you found yourself struggling to stay away from the coffee shop when you passed. 

Every time, on the way to work, you’d give into the urge to go in to get a coffee, just to see him. So often, he practically knows your face and what you drink by the time you open the door, “Back again?” he raises an eyebrow at you, “Yeah, got to get my coffee fix, I guess.” You blushed as you waited for him to finish making your drink. Your regular visits meant that you got to converse with him on a regular basis, and by god was he your type, which made it harder to resist going in. He’s tall he’s cute, cheeky, sarcastic, and a book nerd, like yourself. 

As you grab your drink off him, he directs his eyes down at your lid of your drink, smirking once again, the writing on the lid read, ‘Text me, cutie ;) 011233432342′. Your heart is now in your throat, you try to keep your cool as you smile at him and thank him for the drink. You absolutely lost your shit when you got in your car, he thinks you’re cute too!? This one was one for the books, you take a photo of the lid and make it your wallpaper. 

- Time Skip - 

It’s been 4 years, and you never changed your wallpaper from that picture, but your lockscreen is now of the both of you, cuddling up on the sofa, him smiling sweetly as you looked at him. You got the boy that every girl in the coffee shop cried over, he was the cute barista, and you got him. 

He teases you every day about how shy you were when he first met you but was very sweet when he reminded you that he thought about you constantly when you’d show your face, and miss it when you’d walk away. Now he gets to look at his almost every day. 

- Present Day -

“Y/N-ah~!!!” Minho shouts from the kitchen, in the middle of trying to shave your leg, you accidentally nick yourself from jumping at his sudden shouting, what was wrong? Wrapped in your towel, you scuttlle to the kitchen, trying to keep pressure on the little scratch.

“What is it?, what’s wrong?” you cry as you get to the kitchen, he’s standing there with a try of cookies, with a huge grin on his face, as he loves his food. But that smile turns into a look of worry as he drops his cookies onto the counter and runs to you after seeing a bit of blood run down your legs, “What happened to you?”, “I nicked myself when shaving, hearing you shout, I thought something was wrong!” you exclaimed, as you sigh, stopping to clean yourself. He passes you a plaster, kissing your forehead, “Something was wrong!” he whines, trying to hold off a smirk, you look up at him and side eye him, “You haven’t tried my cookies yet!”. You slap him lightly on the shoulder as he bursts into laughter, pulling you in for a hug. 

Realising you’re just in a towel, the biggest grin appears on his face as he tries to slowly remove it from around you, but you grasp it tight to hold it in place, “After that, no, you don’t get to see me naked”, you put your foot down with him, pulling away, seeing him bite his lip, “Don’t even think about it, Minho, don’t”. He pulls a face at you calling him by his name, and not by one of his nicknames, which slowly turns into licking his lips, arms crossed as he tries to picture what’s underneath that towel despite seeing your body more times than you can count on your hands.

“Fine.” He growls, you smile as you make an abrupt turn towards the door, but got stopped in your tracks just before you could pass through the door frame. “Just like the flat white girl, you look great walking away,” he says cheekily, his footsteps getting closer to you, his hands working their way around your neck, pulling you back towards him, hand on your throat and his other hand pulling at your hips. “This time, I can stop you walking away”, he growls into your ears, as you felt his member grow hard against your lower back. The hand from your hip makes its way up to your shoulders, pushing your hair to the one side as he pulled you back again. Shivers vibrate down your spine as he places his lips right on the sensitive spot on your neck.

“Bedroom, now.” he orders. You obey, his actions have now made you unable to resist him, similar to how you couldn’t resist to see him working back years ago. 

Just about making it to the bedroom, before he grabs you, turning you around, ripping the towel off of you before picking you up. You wrap your legs tight around his torso as his lips crash against yours, he initiates tongue. The make out was enough to make you crazy for him, but you underestimated what he had in stall for you. 

He carries you towards the bed, carefully placing you down whilst still making out with you, your legs still tight around him. He pulls away from the kiss, smirking as you as you try to catch your breath, but it gets taken away by him kissing your neck instead again, this time, rougher, wetter and marking his territory as he lowers from the neck, down to your collar bone, down your stomach and makes his way down to your warm, soaking heat. You hear him scoff as he looks at you glistening, but you slam your thighs shut from embarrassment but he pulls them apart, “Don’t hide from me baby girl, no need to get embarrassed over the fact that I made you wet from just kissing you” he mocked. You whine at his mockery, making him look at you with very little pitty, as he licked his lips, rubbing his hard member through his pj bottoms, which was very prominent. 

Strutting over to the chest of drawers, he picks out the baby pink rope, chains and gag that he’s hidden from you for an occasion like this. “Legs up!” He snarls, as he pulls your hands towards your now in the air feet. Using the rope to tie them together, ensuring that you will not be able to escape without his assistance. Placing the gag around your head and into your mouth so you couldn’t interrupt him.

“Fuck, you look so pretty tied up, I could use you however... I... fucking... please,” He whispers, dropping to his knees at the end of the bed, pulling you towards him so your heat was right underneath him, his hot breath blew over your heat, as you whined, but it being muffled by the gag. He kisses your thighs, wrapping his arms around them, places his hands on the top of your thigh to hold you in place as he starts slowly licking your clit. Using circling motions which make your walls twitch under each brush of his tongue. The sound of your muffed moans made him so madly obsessed with the way he was treating you. He tongue fucks you until your legs shake underneath him, but he doesn’t stop just there, after making cum already, he slides in a finger... then a second. He curls them up as he’s still brushing your clit with his tongue frantically, his fingering paces through phases, until you start making the most noise at his steady but quicker pace. He keeps curling his fingers and sucking on your clip until your walls tighten around his fingers. He pulls out and away as a wave of liquid sprays from you. Pleased, with himself, he kisses you softly in the area, licking to clean you up. 

He stands tall a the end of the bed, looking down at you, in a shaking mess, in a shaking mess. He removed the gag, and leans in to kiss you before forcing it back on you. However, he takes off the rope from around you. Orders you to turn around, “Ass in the air, face in the bed, arch your back, my little slut!”. Hearing the clacking of the chains, he locks some around your neck, and connects it to the hands he ties behind your back, with enough of it to keep hold of. 

The soft thud of his pj bottoms and boxers hitting the floor, makes you worried but yet so excited for what was about to come for you. He positions himself behind you, the tip of his member teasing at your entrance, however he enjoyed the moisture that he’s created down there for his member to slip in so easily. He tries to resist going straight in but he loses his patience with himself. With a hard thrust, he fucks you deeply, a scream tries to leave your body but is muted once again. Something in him click and he pulls on the chains, pulling your head and hands back, so you could lift your head up. Without caution, he pulls of the gag and pushes your head back into the bed, “Call my name baby girl, call my fucking name while I fuck you deeply.” You cried and screamed his name whilst he pounded you, using the chain as a support system to pull on you, “Fuck!.... Daddy!!”. The sound of you crying his name, made him loudly growl and snarl, he continues to fuck the shit out of you, “Fuck, daddy! I think I’m going to.... cum!” you cried even more as he kept hitting the right spots, and the fact you were restricted fucked with you even more, “Not yet, princess, you’ll come when I want you to!”.

He stops you from reaching your high when he feels the consistent tightness of your walls around his throbbing cock. As he pulls out, you cry out loud, begging him to put it back in but he snaps at you to shut up before he makes you shut up. However, you took this as a challenge, “Fuck you,” you whsipered. His head snaps to look at you in front of him. He pulls hard on the chains, jerking you to sit up back on your heels. “What the fuck did you just say?” He has a tight grip around your throat as he bites your lobe and your neck. His other hand pulling tight on your hair. He had another suprise for you, you felt as sharp scratch across your collar bone, as he softly glides his knife that he grabbed secretly from the chest of drawers. Then pointing it against your throat as he’s still got a grip on your hair. “I said, fuck... you...” you moaned, trying to stop yourself from crying from the pleasurable pain he inflicted. He pushes you back down so your face is back in the sheets. He glides the knife down your back. 

“Are you going to behave?” He asks with authority, you wanted him, and him to fuck you like the slut you are, to make you scream his name. You begged for him to fuck you and you promised you’ll be a good girl. He scoffs as he thrusts back into you hard, not giving you time to re-adjust to the size of his cock. Within moments the knot in your stomach became stronger and bigger, “Daddy... please...”, “Can you come?” he growled, as he smirks, finally wanting give you release, but he wasn’t going to let you recover. His hips clap hard against your ass cheeks as he slaps them hard, then grabbing your hips with a tight grip, pulling you into his trusts, the pressure causing you to break under him as you come to your high. His hard cock, still crashing against your g-spot, overstimulating you through your high until you bed for him to stop, “Awh, baby girl. Has my little slut had enough?” He laughs as he pulls out of you, his cock throbbing and twitching as he does so. 

He unclips all of the chains off your body, giving you a moment to come together before ordering you to get on your knees in front of him. 

You weakly drop to your knees. tears running down your face from the pleasure you’ve received, the scratches on your collarbone prominent, making him look down at you all love lusted. You didn’t have to be ordered to get your mouth around his now leaking, throbbing cock, he’s been itching for this since he pulled out of you. “How do you taste, whore?” He asks, through moans, as you answer through breaths, “Good, Daddy...”. He grabs the back of your head, tells you to let you and open your mouth. He head fucks you until you gag hard, but he’s now so close. He pulls your head away with a fistful of your hair, jerking his member off, “Tongue out, I’m going... to...” As he groans, he releases his load all over your face, tits and tongue. You clean his member off, as you sit there smiling at him as he slowly lowers his head to look at you. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he exclaims as a smirk makes its way onto his face. “Here, let me help clean you up”. 

He softly helps clean you up whilst that smirk is plastered on his face, “What are you smirking at?” you ask, laughing and rolling your eyes, “I never thought that the shy flat white girl would ever be this hot girlfriend of mine that’s standing in front of me...” he says softly. “But let’s admit it, I’m hotter” he teases. You give him a kiss as he passes you his shirt. 

“What season are we on for My Hero Academia now?” He asks, putting his clothes back on and you giggle. He picks you up and carries you to the living room after making you so weak. 

~

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[oro-e-diamanti]

The one where Ethan is pretending

Description | When you bump into Ethan in Paris, you fail to mention that you know exactly who he is. You’re not sure how long you’ll be able to keep it up when he asks you out for a drink.

Content | Fluff

Pairing | Ethan x gn!Reader (with the exception of one female pet name)

Word Count | 2071

Taglist | @ginny-lily @ethaneskin @tabi-toast @mywritingonlyfans

***

There was no way you were staying in the same place that Måneskin had just arrived at. There was no way, you kept telling yourself. Paris was a massive city, the number of available hotels in the hundreds, maybe thousands if you had to guess. And yet, somehow, you had managed to pick the one place one of your new favourite obsessions would spend their time. You knew it didn't mean much, the hotel had more than a couple of rooms and with your luck, you wouldn't even catch a glimpse of them. But as you kept scrolling through Instagram, seeing pictures of people meeting the four Italians in front of the place you had checked into mere days ago, you couldn't fight a little bubble of excitement forming in your chest.

Well, you told yourself you wouldn't get your hopes up. And you definitely wouldn't hang around in front of the hotel or in the lobby. You had booked your solo trip to Paris months ago, after dreaming about visiting the city for most of your life, and you would be damned if you wouldn't stick to your itinerary and enjoy your holiday. However - you had gotten up at what felt like dawn to go queue up for the Louvre and spent the last couple of hours there, so you decided that a nap was the way to go if you wanted to continue exploring the city in the evening. Fortunately, the walk back to the hotel wasn't long.

You had made it to the last corner before entering the street you were aiming for, when two giggling girls ran past you, unceremoniously bumping your shoulder and sending you tumbling. You were fully expecting to hit the ground, but instead, a pair of strong arms caught you and brought you back to your feet. A pair of strong arms belonging to a strong chest that you came face-to-face with, belonging to a gorgeous face, belonging to Ethan Torchio.

"Tu vas bien?" His broad French accent confused you, momentarily forgetting about the little detail that you were, in fact, in France, as you stared at the drummer in front of you, who was still protectively holding onto your upper arms.

"Huh?" Was the immensely intelligent answer that thus left your mouth.

"Oh, not French?"

"No, definitely not French." You finally said, taking a step back from him to avoid the increasing awkwardness you were feeling about being touched by him, while the two girls who had previously knocked you down were now lingering around the two of you suspiciously, not coming close enough to be rude, but obviously desperate to get their own piece of Ethan. "No, just a tourist."

"Me too," Ethan smiled. "A tourist, I mean. Well, kind of. I'm here with my band so it's not like we have time to do a lot of sightseeing."

He briefly turned around to look at the two girls who still seemed frustrated at you hogging his time and gave a small wave before turning back to you. It was the movement that made you realise he had the most gorgeous red rose tucked into the waistband of his trousers. Well, it used to be the most gorgeous rose - after your little crash, it had bent in the middle, the top hanging only by a thread, in the most miserable fashion.

"Oh, no I am so sorry!" You gasped, carefully grasping the delicate petals that were on the verge of breaking off. "I must have crashed into it when you caught me."

"Don't worry about it," Ethan said, softly, and pulled the stem from his waistband. The flower looked even more tragic now, in all its crushed glory. "A fan gave it to me a few minutes ago."

"Huh?" You surely proved yourself articulate in this conversation. You mentally hit yourself, angry at yourself for being so easily flustered.

"There are a few fans waiting in front of our hotel, because we're in a ... band ... and things."

Apparently, your awkwardness was contagious. Also, it was becoming increasingly obvious that Ethan thought that you had no idea who he was.

"Let me get you a new one," you suggested. "There's a flower shop just two doors down from the hotel - I mean, I am staying there, too, so I know."

He smiled at you with a serenity and calmness that had your heart soaring. You decided you'd be willing to buy him a million roses if only he kept smiling at you like that for a little longer.

"Well, I've got to go now, but it would be rude to refuse your offer. Meet you in the bar of the hotel at 8 tonight?"

No way this was happening. You almost gasped, but at the last moment managed to keep your cool, outwardly. On the inside, you were a mess. Bumping into the drummer of one of your favourite bands was a wonderful chance meeting as it was - but this almost sounded like a date. Now, of course, Ethan wouldn't be asking you out on a date. That would be ridiculous. But there was also no way you would miss out on a chance to meet him again. Preferably without those two giggling girls that were still standing behind him, watching every move of your interaction but luckily too far away to hear what you were saying.

"It's a d- uh, deal," you quickly recovered before almost spitting out the word date instead. Ethan chuckled.

"Right, see you later, then, for our... deal."

He had seen right through you anyway, you thought. But he was still laughing, so it wasn't all that bad - right?

With another quick touch to your upper arm, Ethan walked past you, turning around just one last time.

"My name is Ethan, by the way. You can tell me yours tonight."

Oh, you would.

***

The rest of the day was... well, restless. You couldn't nap because your mind was a whirlwind and your stomach was twisting with excitement. So instead, you had made sure to get the prettiest red rose you could find in the flower shop down the street - while slightly wincing at the price that a shop in the center of the city of love demanded - and put it in a glass the hotel receptionist had been nice to give to you. Then you had decided that there was no way you would manage to relax before 8, so you allowed yourself a few hours simply wandering through the city, no real destination, no itinerary for once, just a nice long stroll with nothing but your thoughts.

At five past eight - being slightly late was still cool, right? - you did a quick check-up in the mirror, realised you were not going to get any happier with your appearance whatever you tried to do at this point, grabbed the rose from its makeshift vase, and left your room.

It only took you a second to see him when you entered the little bar on the ground floor of the hotel. Even in the dim light, the white blouse that he had already been wearing when you met for the first time stood out like a sore thumb. Long dark hair fell over his back in a silky fashion. You had never wanted to touch anyone's hair more.

You took one more deep breath and then walked over to Ethan, smile on your face and rose in your hand.

"A rose for the handsome gentleman?"

Ethan almost jumped, apparently not having heard you coming, but quickly a smirk spread over his face while he stood up.

"I'll take the rose and your name, then."

"It's Y/n."

Ethan greeted you with a soft kiss to your cheek, before taking the rose, pulling your chair back, and inviting you to sit. It was almost ridiculously romantic and if it had been anyone else it would have seemed over-the-top and off-putting, but with Ethan it seemed sincere and fitting.

"Glass of wine, Y/n?" He asked as he casually waved the waiter over to your table.

"Just one. I want to get up early tomorrow for some more sightseeing."

***

It didn't end up being just one glass. It ended up another one and then a bottle shared. But it also ended up with three hours of talking, laughing, teasing, and slowly moving your chairs closer together until you were basically sitting on the same side of the table. You had asked him about his band - still trying to cover up that you knew exactly who they were out of pure fear that he'd reject you for being a fan - and he has asked about your job, your life, your family. In fact, you only left the bar when the waiter had started throwing you annoyed looks while demonstratively cleaning the tables around you.

"I'll bring you to your room," Ethan chuckled lightly as you waited for the elevator. His hand was on the small of your back and it was spreading tingles all through your body. You were standing close enough that you could smell his perfume, a light yet musky scent that encapsulated everything about him.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, he lightly pushed you inside and you found yourself not minding him leading you like this. You pressed the button for your floor, leaning against the wall as you studied the man in front of you. He was a thing of beauty, no question about it, and when he smiled down at you the way he was right then and there, he made you feel like one, too.

"I had a lovely evening, Y/n. Is there any chance I could get your number?"

What a question, you thought to yourself. You'd be mad to refuse him!

You dug your phone out of your cluttered bag. You had switched numbers just a few weeks ago and had not yet learned the new digits by heart. Quickly, you switched it on - and your heart sank. Oh crap. You had completely forgotten about this.

The lockscreen of your phone was a picture of Måneskin.

As you looked up, you realized Ethan had seen. And, contrarily to the reaction that you were anticipating, he was wearing a massive grin.

"Ethan, I am so sorry, I should have told you immediately when we met but I kind of just stumbled into this and you were explaining you were in a band and I didn't know how to say-"

"Dolcezza, calm down. I've known all along."

"Wait - what?"

He didn't explain. Instead, he pointed to your bag - your tote bag - your Måneskin tote bag.

You truly felt like the least intelligent life form on earth.

"I've been carrying that around all day, haven't I?"

While your embarrassment grew, face heating up, Ethan grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into his body. His arms tightly wrapped around your body and you could feel his giggles in his chest, as your head was pressed against it. You didn't hesitate in reciprocating, clinging onto his torso, slowly swinging from side to side. Both of you caught in a tipsy stupor.

You only stopped when the elevator arrived at your floor, both of you stumbling out and dragging each other to your door while clinging on. When you reached your room, you let your back lean against it, pulling Ethan along so you were standing face to face, smiling at each other shily and yet never breaking eye contact.

"Why didn't you say anything?" You finally asked. He stroked your cheek, leaving goosebumps. He had now gotten so close that you could feel his breath on your, drowning in each other.

"I liked pretending."

And then he kissed you. Boldly, unafraid and passionate. You melted like putty under him, letting him take control while letting yourself fall, as his lips moved against yours.

You only pulled away enough to get another glance at him, before once again searching your bag, now one-handed, so you never quite had to let go of him. A small triumphant sound escaped you as you located the key card. Holding it up next to your face, you shot the man in front of you another smirk.

"Why don't we keep pretending? At least for tonight."

It wasn't an offer he was going to refuse.

[zhanyes]

19 days pandemic version / living together headcannons

I just want to imagine the boys living together because let’s be honest it’s going to be so chaotic but they deserve each other’s company

P.s. I know nothing about how China dealt with the pandemic so this is purely self-indulgent

- When the lockdown happened they were all at He Tian’s for a sleepover so they were forced to stay there for a few weeks until everything settled

- Mo guanshan kicked up a fuss over it but was actually just worried about his mom being left alone at home

Mo guanshan, already taking note of what to put in the pantry: “THE FUCK YOU MEAN WE’RE STAYING HERE?! NO!”

- Zheng xi is surprisingly okay with staying at He Tian’s for the time being, Jian yi says it’s because He tian has a ps5 (He’s not wrong)

-Mo Guanshan lost all respect for Zhengxi when he said “It could be fun.”

- Both Zhengxi and Guanshan’s parents agreed that they should stay for a bit just to be safe

- Jian yi is a panic buyer and with He Tian’s money they bought enough food to feed an army

- He forgot to buy necessities and Guanshan wacked his ass

Mo guanshan looking at the 9 full plastic bags of groceries: “You’re telling me OUT OF ALL OF THIS, you didn’t buy a single toothbrush?”

Jian yi, a dumbass: “I didn’t know we were having toothbrush for dinner?”

Mo guanshan brandishing a knife out of thin air: “Come ‘ere I’ll show you what's for dinner.”

- He tian is a menace in the grocery store, he’s bought about 4 pots, 2 pans, a new dish set AND knives set, 6 new mugs of different colors (Yellow for jian yi, blue for zhengxi, red for guanshan and black for him; the other two just looked nice) and a dozen of scented candles

Zheng xi, trying to keep Guanshan from committing murder in a grocery: “Why did you do this?”

He tian: “They were in sale! Buy one-take-one!”

Mo guanshan: “WHY WOULD YOU BUY 4 POTS OF THE SAME SIZE?!”

- They make it out of the store and Guanshan vows to never let jian yi and he tian do groceries

- Guanshan mostly cooks for everyone and Zhengxi helps out but jian yi is surprisingly a decent cook???

- He needs to be supervised tho because his attention span is limited to 5 seconds and he’ll forget he was boiling water

- He tian canonically can not cook. He is BANNED from the kitchen after he put sake in a pan thinking it was water

- He tian has 2 guestrooms in his apartment but he locks the other one and assigned Zhan Zhengxi and Jian yi to the other room

- Mo guanshan forces his way into Zhanyi’s room and He tian follows. That’s how all of them ended up sleeping in a single guestroom on the floor with mattresses stacked and pushed together

- Zhengxi introduces them to anime and Jian yi’s favorite genre is surprisingly action with a lot of fighting scenes and Mo guanshan (and He tian) likes slice-of-life

- He tian and Jian yi strays away from animes and movies related to the mafia and Zhengxi and Guanshan never asks, it’s an unspoken rule that those types of stuff are banned

- They have game nights because Jian yi thinks bonding is key to make their friendship last longer (and to avoid having anyone murdered)

- Every board game turns into a disaster. There’s no exception.

The boys playing monopoly:

Jian yi: “THAT WAS MINE YOU DICK! I WAS SAVING UP MONEY TO BUY IT!”

He tian: “Have you tried not being poor? No? Well that’s too bad.”

Zhengxi, is safe in jail and has the most land: “Lmao losers.”

The boys playing uno:

Mo guanshan: “Don’t do it…”

He Tian: “I’m sorry Mo this is the only way”

Mo guanshan: “No please you can find another way…”

He tian: “Goodbye, my love *puts a plus 4 down* Uno.”

Mo guanshan: *unintelligible noises of a loser* 

Playing scrabble:

Jian yi: “The fuck you mean gorjeus isn’t a word? That’s what I am.”

He tian: “You’re right, that's what you are. An absolute idiot.”

Chess:

Mo Guanshan to He tian: “You might be smart and winning but I have the power of violence and nothing is stopping me from flipping this table over.”

Word guessing game:

Jian yi: “It’s loud, annoying, depended and cries a lot.”

Zhengxi, guessing the word baby: “Is this you?”

Jian yi: “I- okay yeah that’s valid.”

- Zhengxi is very observant, he knows Jian yi well enough to know when he’s having anxieties about the pandemic, he knows when Guanshan needs some time alone, and when He tian is getting too lost in negative thoughts. He does what he can to help

- His bonding moments with Guanshan consists of listening to pop music and staying quiet

- The apartment is almost always alive and noisy, whether it’s Jian yi suggesting another game or Guanshan screaming about something, He tian takes joy in the fact that he’s with people he cares about

- He’s thankful for the noise after living in silence all alone for a long time. Jian yi knows the feeling of going home to an empty apartment and vows to visit more often with Zhengxi once this is all over (and drag Guanshan along assuming he’s not here already)

- Over time He tian smiles and laughs become a lot more genuine. Once, He tian laughed loudly at something Mo guanshan did and the only thing he can think of is, “Oh shit, happiness looks good on him.”

- Queue gay panic to Jian yi

Mo guanshan: “WHAT IS THIS?!”

Jian yi, remembering He tian doing the same thing yesterday: “Natural selection.”

- Jian yi loves all of them, really, but sometimes he feels claustrophobic from being kept inside for so long

- Zhan Zhengxi always notices, and he would sneak Jian yi up to the rooftop and they would stay there for a while so they can look at the stars, the city lights and Jian yi can breathe easier

- During those times, He tian relishes the alone time he gets with Guanshan, sometimes they talk and banter, but sometimes they just stay quiet and secretly enjoy each other’s presence (they steal glances at each other when they think the other isn’t looking)

- They grew so used to living with each other that they developed a shower schedule and Zhengxi wakes up the same time as Guanshan to help prepare breakfast

- He tian and Jian yi tends to wake up a little later and Jian yi gravitates closer for warmth so they end up cuddling until they’re forced to get up and eat

- Zhengxi takes a picture of them and sends it to their group chat

- He tian has hundreds of pictures of him and Mo, just Mo, the group, Zhengxi and Jian yi, and a lot more stolen shots that he keeps in a separate album in his phone

- He prints out his favorites, hangs them around the bedroom and frames some of them to put it in the living room. None of the other boys have the heart to take them down after seeing how happy He tian looks every time he sees the pictures

- Jian yi asks He tian to share the pictures to him too, he doesn’t print it out but he uses one of the pictures of all of them together as his lockscreen (his wallpaper is a stolen picture of him and Zhengxi He tian took when they were stargazing on the rooftop)

- When everything settles down enough for them to go home, they’re actually reluctant to go

- Still, Mo Guanshan and Zhengxi go home to their families. Jian yi stays with He tian since he knew his mom wasn’t at home anyway, at least this way they’ll both have company

- Guanshan claims (loudly) that he’s glad to get away from them but still video calls with them everyday anyway

Mo Guanshan, in the videocall for the nth time: “I’m SO GLAD. Those were the WORST weeks of my life.”

The others, hearing the same lie for the nth time: “Mhm. Whatever you say, Mo.”

- They have discord sleepovers because they all miss sleeping in the same room with each other (they never mention it but everyone knows)

- Mo Guanshan cooks meals for more than him and his mom and have it delivered to He tian’s and Zhan Zhengxi’s. When asked he claims it’s just leftovers

- Zhan Zhengxi’s body clock is fucked, he grew too used to waking up early so he just went with it and helps his mom prepare breakfast

- They all silently agree that they wouldn’t mind living with each other again in the future (again none of them ever mentions it but everyone is aware)

[akasztofavirag-por]

I posted 9,824 times in 2022

That's 3,509 more posts than 2021!

256 posts created (3%)

9,568 posts reblogged (97%)

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I tagged 2,122 of my posts in 2022

#i can take away your breath or i can bring queue back to life - 565 posts

#personal - 58 posts

#hazajakarokmenni - 56 posts

#goncharov - 56 posts

#kdrama - 51 posts

#lotr - 47 posts

#fandom stuff - 44 posts

#eurovision - 43 posts

#fashion - 37 posts

#pmmm - 37 posts

Longest Tag: 135 characters

#that ppl don't really examine their gender they only talk shit abt ppl who don't conform with their idea of correct gender presentation

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Maybe not the best lockscreen I've ever made but its my favorite right now

33 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

#4

Yeah the end of Goncharov is cyclical but we also see Sofia's bowl of cherries rot on the table, its all going to happen again but it was also just one time that won't come back ever

50 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

#3

I made some cheesy lockscreens lately

51 notes - Posted June 5, 2022

#2

I made Homura lockscreens again bc I'll never be free from this anime

66 notes - Posted September 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Look, I love healthy and mature romantic kdramas but right now for me nothing beats Crazy Love and the messy emotional high energy it serves every week

75 notes - Posted April 12, 2022

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[hajimine]

— hi everyone, i’m lex, your very cool and very sexc camp counselor! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ so nice to see you here! please feel free to select an activity of your choice and don’t forget to gather round for the campfire later at night! have fun and stay safe people!

CAMP DURATION : 17 FEB - 19 FEB

STATUS : CLOSED! THANK U FOR PARTICIPATING! <3

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ALL ANSWERED ASKS WILL BE ON QUEUE!

>> CAMP ACTIVITIES : arts and crafts! ; build a bae!

>> CAMPFIRE TALKS : late night confessions! ; kiss and tell!

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CAMP ACTIVITIES!

once these are posted, please interact (like or rb) to let me know that you’ve seen it!

each person can only pick one of these activities :>

★ ARTS & CRAFTS WORKSHOP [30]

(MUST BE OFF ANON) i will be making some manga edits for you guys! you can use them for your lockscreen, your theme, etc etc

> what you need to do -> send me your fave character + your pronouns + your fave color/a hexcode and tell me if there’s a specific word you want me to include (petnames, your username, etc) if you don’t specify then i’m just going to use your name.

note. the character must have speaking lines or else i’m not gonna be able to make the edits

★ BUILD-A-BAE GAME [20]

this is a matchup event! you’ll also get a blurb of what your first date with them will be like!

> what you need to do -> send me three fun facts about you + describe your ideal weekend + character gender preference (if you don’t specify i’ll give you a guy)

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CAMPFIRE TALKS!

for this section, you can join both sections if you want to!

☆ LATE NIGHT CONFESSIONS

CURRENT COUNT : 13/24 done

send in a funny/stupid memory that you have and i’ll (kinda) kin assign you to a haikyuu character!

☆ KISS AND TELL

CURRENT COUNT : 7/11 done

give me 3 people (can include hq characters, other fictional charas, yourself, or my moots lol) and i’ll tell you who i would kiss, marry, or kill!

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FOREWORD FROM THE COUNSELOR!

okay first of all dont @ me for this wannabe-camp half blood/camp rock theme or whatever, i have no braincells left to come up w sth better lol

second of all, thank you so much for 1.2k <3 thank you for reading my works and interacting with me, you guys mean a lot to me <33

the only rules here are that you have to be following me (since this is a follower event) and like this post if you’re going to participate! have fun mwah <3

TAGS TO BLOCK!

— 👩🏻‍🎨 camp counselor lex! -> posts and updates about the event and anything related to it

— 🏕 camp hajimine! -> all answered asks related for the event, including activities and campfire talks

[sooibian]

tag games!

here’s me catching up on all the fun a million years later <3

check in tag! ✔

thank you for thinking of me @haechanblr @exoxobsession @xiusoomygod @his-mochi-cheeks @cxsmicmyeon

why did you choose your url? kyungsoo (the loml) + suibian (mdzs)

any side blogs? none active... i will soon deactivate baekislub

how long have you been on tumblr? since oct’19

do you have a queue tag? q: srb for my fics

why did you start your blog in the first place? upon my sister’s insistence to write fics for exo and rekindle my long lost love for writing

why did you choose your icon/pfp? do i need a reason? ;~~~~~~~;

why did you choose your header? again, do i need a rea-

what’s your post with the most notes? my dad!baek fic - like father, like daughter

how many mutuals do you have? 60ish

how many followers do you have? *thinking*

how many people do you follow? 72

have you ever made a shitpost? somebody please *awkward* explain to me what is a shitpost! the definition online is quite vague :/

how often do you use tumblr each day? i pop in every once in a while

did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? erm not exactly but i do remember 2020 being a dreadful year for the exo writing community

how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts? i just do what i want hehe

do you like tag games? take a wild guess 😆

do you like ask games? i don’t usually play ask games cuz they make me nervous 🥲

which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? my moots are all incredibly talented and i am blessed to have found friends in so many of them! i’m sure they're all tumblr famous 😎 more often than not i find myself wondering why they chose to follow me

do you have a crush on a mutual? i am by default an unnie to most 😂

tags? at the bottom!

🌸🌸🌸

8 songs 8 people 🎼

thank you for the tag @cxsmicmyeon @rosetvler !!! soooo i’ve only been listening to exo and nct sometimes in the last two years eeeeeep so idk how i’m going to fare here.

favorite song at the moment: runaway by exo

song u associate with ur favorite ship: wuji for wangxian <3

a song that could be about you: at the risk of sounding slightly pretentious...and i literally don’t know why but i used to think that...oooff idk...okay miss jackson by p!atd. also, when my friend moved to a different college and found new friends and started to ignore me i would cry to 'how to save a life' by 'the fray' in the autorickshaw on my way back home from college :P

a song u think is overrated: i don’t wanna go around starting fires for fun. not today.

a song that reminds you of a good memory: oh, there are so many! paranoid by jonas brothers; thriller, billie jean, and smooth criminal by michael jackson; stayin’ alive by bee gees; one more night by maroon 5; ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING A R RAHMAN!!!!!

the last song i listened to: SKIN TO SKIN BY LUHAN! ahahah same as starry when she did this tag!

a song that makes you laugh: lu by luhan (the man says to “blow it like a flute” and he made it when he was drunk. need i say more?) - YES I TOTALLY STOLE STARRY’S ANSWER AGAIN AND WHAT ABOUT IT *small voice* i'm sorry starry 🤧

a song i want my mutuals to listen to: i’m the last person to be recommending music since all of you know better but to answer the question...'what if i said’ and ‘catch me when i fall’ by luhan and please stream dftf hehe

🌸🌸🌸

zodiac sign game! ✨

thank you my bebes @rosetvler @exoxobsession !!!

☆ list your zodiac sign: pisces sun, taurus moon, capricorn rising 

☆ list a few personality traits associated with your sign: sociable, composed, dreamy, tactful, empathic, vengeful, quick to deny things.

☆ list 3 idols/celebrities with your Zodiac Sign: nct jungwoo, wayv ten (same b’day), bts yoongi

☆ list 3 signs that are most compatible with yours: google says taurus, cancer, capricorn, and scorpio.

☆ list 3 signs that are the least compatible with yours: google says aries, gemini, and sagittarius. google is not wrong about sagittarius 🥲

🌸🌸🌸

bias selfie tag

tagged by squishy @kyungseokie 🥺💖

here's a lazy, 'cant get out of bed', 'new glasses are giving me a headache', 'can either smile or look into the camera or hold my phone steady', 'thank god for filters' selfie of mine next to the most gorgeous man to ever grace the earth.

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lockscreen + homescreen reveal📱

i love you, rosie @rosetvler 🥰 i did this on sunday hehe

inviting everyone tagged above + @is-that-baekhyuns-shirt @vampwrrr @leewalberg @kunrengui @kyoonqs @privebbh @crossandchange @littleflowercrown13 @making-me-blush @j-pping @jenmyeons @7wanderingpaws @changshapatrol @smolgirlbigthoughts @thedeviousdo @fightoh @royal-aeris to participate in any or all of these games (only if you wish to) 💖

[milkybonya]

Jfjdjsjsjs oh my god boyfriend pics are my fav genre of idols pics I always make them my lockscreen like a whole delulu 😔 he looks amazing wowowow I definitely want to watch treasure box at some point!! Is that their survival show or their like regular show thing?? I'm not sure lol but I do enjoy watching the survival shows even though they are known to rip your heart out 😔 ALSO HARUTO BESTIE SODA ONLY!? 😭😭 IS HE OKAY??? 😭😭 Real question tho how are his teeth still so white and beautiful ahh maybe the benefits of being young 😔 (I say as a 22 year old but anyways-) and I agree about mashiho!! I think he could pull off anything but I am a bit biased towards cutie Mashi 🥰 buttttt he did post this pic a few days ago and I was like HELLO??? 👀👀 He literally looks so fine go off king

also I don't think I commented on it in my last ask but Asahi really do just be 🧍 while still doing it all like he is literally amazing?? I found this pic and I couldn't stop thinking about it like man is truly an enigma to me (but I'm like obsessed with it. I wanna figure him out but I also love being surprised by his every move)

I've finally dived more into their other music videos and let me just say I am so uwu over Beautiful and My Treasure those videos make my heart so warm 💙 I love their cute purple suit outfits in my treasure like omg look at them!! I also watched boy very early on in stanning but I've been watching it way more recently I think the switch just needed a second to be turned on. In some of the scenes when Hyunsuk is dancing he just smiles and my heart explodes. He's such a good dancer oml I love watching their performances! (not me going back to jikjin but-) when he's on the right next to Junkyu in the first chorus idk he just exudes such confidence and charisma when he dances. Idk everyone is so talented but when it comes to dancing my eyes to tend to follow him but I guess that's why they call it a bias 🤪 (although jaehyuk and mashiho take the cake for dancing in I love you their parts stand out to me sm I love it)

I've really been enjoying stanning Treasure like 🥺🥺 they're the best boys!!! If you have any specific videos/interviews/fan made videos you think I should check out please let me know I love having things in my queue for when I have a second 🥰 I'm glad to hear you are enjoying your time in Korea! I hope it has been all you've expected and more!! 💙 I hope you have or had a nice day whenever you read this 😊

no cause bf pics are just such a comfort :< so sofT aHH

treasure box is their survival show, yes ! i was told to watch it by someone on here to help me learn abour treasure but i couldn't finish it 😭 i watched it after i already got into them and watching survivals when you already know them is just more painful 😭😭 so watch it at your own risk~

the benefits of youTh sksks IM DEAD AHH but hey youre young too ! we are all young here !!! seriously Haruto ,, what are your teeth secrets 🤲🏼

THAT MASHIHO PIC AHH *@&@*@&#*@*

Asahi is an interesting human omg i love him,,,,,, hes so talented and also weird but we love him <3

the beautiful mv is so cute :< it still amazes me that Yoshi is behind that song omg

Hyunsuk's dancing presence is surreal,, i love how he knows himself so well? if that makes sense?? and it shows through his dance ?? JAEHYUK IN I LOVE YOU HAS MY WHOLE HEART EEEE

omg omg well watching treasure map is a must ! it's treasure's reality show and is so calming/wholesome :< my mind is blanking on what else to watch,, i'm sure if oomfs see this, they will reply/reblog with their own faves but ! oH treasure's yearly dance complication cover thingies are always so fun omg

my mind is blanking so hard T.T

have the best day/night ever, my love! stay hydrated, eat well, and take breaks !!!

[hockeyforthefirsttime]

That Someone- Roope Hintz

AN: yeah, idk man. This took far too long to write, esp with thought of quality that isn’t there. HOWEVER, I can’t stare at it any longer so here ya go.

Word Count: 2,5k

TW: alcohol, slight angst, general pining

Roope has never been an easy person to understand. One moment he is your best friend, and other times he’s one of the star players of the Dallas Stars. And the two roles, they shouldn’t be all that conflicting, but apparently they are, and you don’t know how to change that. 

“Roope, can you please for one second listen to me?” 

You speak up in between giggles as he is curled up in your lap. 

“No.” 

He mumbles into your stomach, the vibration of his voice against your stomach making you chuckle. 

“You promised. The deal is that you make dinner every other time.”

“But m’tired.” 

His protest makes you card a hand through his hair, which you know is a bad idea. It only makes you feel like your best friend is something more, to you. 

“Please just make dinner Roope.” 

You sigh. And with a grunt he actually gets up and moves to the kitchen while rubbing his eyes in a childlike manner. 

You twist around on your couch and grab your phone from the coffee table. 

People always scrunch their noses when they see that your lockscreen is just black. Most people call you boring for it, most of all Tyler Seguin, the Star that you feel closest to, if you don’t count Roope. 

You don’t care though, because you don’t want to have anything there. (If you were to have anything there it’d be Roope though). And that about sums up how far into the deep end you are. You have a creeping suspicion that this is what Tyler knows, and that’s why he keeps teasing you about your black lock screen. 

Shaking your head, you turn on some soft music on the TV speaker and wander into the kitchen. 

Roope has a towel hanging over his shoulder and is quietly humming along to your music.

“You really only know how to make pasta?” 

He turns at the sound of your voice. 

“It’s damn good pasta and you know it.” 

He teases with a smirk. You have told him on multiple occasions just how good his pasta is. 

“Maybe so.” 

“It’s finished soon, Miss Denial, will you set the table please?” 

Roope asks as he turns back to the carbonara he has been making. 

It’s the domestic, small things like this that make you fall even further. He just doesn’t realise. Maybe it has to do with the fact that the only person you have admitted your feelings to is you. Because when other people ask about Roope, he’s always just your best friend. As jokingly as he does it, calling you Miss Denial rings more true than he thinks it does. 

------

As one of the Star players of the Dallas Stars, Roope acts a little bit different. He brings you out after a big win, he does, but you never go together. There is always some excuse, mostly that he thinks you will have more fun getting ready with the WAGs. Because of that it’s just easier if you carpool with them. Or take your own car. For better or worse, because that means you have to stay sober for the entire night. 

And even if you think every night is gonna be different, it never really is. Tonight is apparently no excuse. 

They have just won over the Islanders on home ice and are the usual suspects en route to the regular club. Roope had the winning goal and was over the moon when he got out of the locker room and media.

You had dressed in an emerald knit sweater, not being able to put on the jersey Roope had given you. You had tried to put it on, you really had, but feeling the weight of having “Hintz” on your back was just too much for you. Especially when you know that it’s all you’ll ever get. 

You’re all sitting together around two tables, doing shots and nursing different drinks. Roope is beside you on the outer end of the table. Tyler is on your right, for once having sworn he isn’t gonna get completely wasted. 

You’re all laughing at Miro as he downs another shot of something he supposedly likes, you can tell he’s close to the limit now. However you aren’t too scared, you’re his ride home anyways. 

Roope’s arm is resting behind your head and as the time starts nearing one am, even with the flashing eyes and loud music, you’re starting to feel drowsy. You lean into his chest and rest there, unknowingly making the whole table swoon.

“Hey, I’m gonna go get another water.” 

Roope’s eyes are slightly glassy as you look at him. Carefully he moves out of his seat to allow you to move.

“Want anything?” 

“Just a beer please.” 

Roope mumbles softly and you nod. 

The queue to the bar is longer than expected, and ten minutes have passed when you walk from there. 

You’ve almost reached your table when you notice an absence. It makes you stop and causes someone to bump into you, making you spill half the glass of water. You know they’re gone before you can register who it is. 

Sighing, you make your way over to the table and the vacant spot. 

“Hey, anyone know where Roope went?” 

The group around the table is more reduced now than you first realised. Apparently also feeling very pitiful, ‘cause no one wants to answer the question. Until Tyler does. 

“Uhh, some chick came up asking for a dance.” 

Miro stumbles to your side, positively hammered, and folds his frame over yours. 

“Roope s’stupid.” 

He slurs against the top of your head.

“Stop Miro.” 

You sigh. 

“But s true.” 

“Please not now, here drink this.” 

You say and hand him the half empty glass of untouched water.

“I think I’m gonna try to get this mafioso home for the night.” 

The remaining team members and their significant others all nod understandingly. And since you can’t see Roope, you start to hug people goodbye. 

“Don’t worry, he’ll come to his senses sooner or later.” 

Tyler whispers into your ear as he hugs you, giving you an extra squeeze. 

You set the still full glass of beer down by Roope’s spot, and take Miro’s arm so you can lead him out of the club. 

“C’mon, let’s get you and me home.” 

“Okay, I feel a little dizzy.” 

Only a few minutes later, after you and Miro have departed, Roope comes back to the table still fixing his cap and wiping lipgloss off his lips. Immediately he spots the glass of beer and takes a big swig of it. It’s not until he finishes swallowing that he notices the eyes on him, all except one pair. 

“Where did Y/N go?” 

He questions.

“So you finally notice, huh.”

Tyler mumbles, yet somehow Roope catches it. Making him frown at his teammate. 

“She went home, took Miro back to his place as well.” 

Jamie’s date of the night replies. Roope looks towards the exit, but sees no sign of you or his teammate. 

----

In all honesty, when you got the first message from Roope, asking why you left, your heart couldn’t take it. So you just shut off your phone and went to bed. And thank god for Sundays, cause you sleep until 11am that morning. It’s not good sleep, and you still feel tired when you drag yourself to the bathroom, and sad. The person in the mirror doesn’t quite look like you, she is much more bleak, faded. 

Regardless, you step into the shower and try to wake yourself up. Even though you don’t have anything to do, you still want to wash last night off your body. The soft almost non exiting pressure stream of water doesn’t help much, only adding to your frustrations. So you step out and dry off, before going back to your bedroom. You dress in a pair of old sweats that hang off your hips ever so slightly and a henley sweater you find in the back of your closet. 

Your phone is still on the kitchen bench when you walk in, and you decide to power it on again. As soon as you punch in the pin code, it’s overflowing with messages from Roope. And the general gist is worry and confusion. When you click on his contact, and see the messages and the times they were sent, it’s your turn to get worried. They go from tree am to ten minutes ago. 

Me: Roope, you need sleep

You type before you can think twice, and send the message. Almost instantly there is a new message, but this time only the one. 

Roope: I’m on my way over. 

And you swear you are frozen in time, cause minutes go by and you don’t notice, only staring at the screen.  A knock on your door shakes you from your stupor, and automatically you go to open it.

Roope looks rough, to put it mildly. He is still in the same clothes as last night, his blond hair is messy even hidden underneath his cap, and his eyes are red and droopy. 

“You need to sleep, Roope.” 

“No, I need you.” 

 You sigh and open the door a little further, motioning for him to come in. 

“Roope, please. You have to sleep.” 

It feels like there is little else to say. You don’t want to have this conversation with him now, when he might not remember it in the morning. Much less when you are on the verge of crying yourself. 

“Please, ‘jus wanna talk.” 

And he sounds so so sad, when he talks. You never could resist a sad Roope, there is something in the way his eyes plead with you. So you close the door and turn towards him, and are met with that exact look. 

“Okay, just go sit on the couch.” 

You sigh, watching as he stumbles over to the couch. The trip to the kitchen seems far too long, but when you make it you pull out a glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen. It isn’t until you shut off the running water, that you hear the soft snores coming from the living room. 

Walking into the living room, you see Roope completely collapsed in what has to be an uncomfortable position. At that moment you decide to let him sleep it off. Even if he doesn’t end up remembering this moment when he wakes up.  You set the glass of water on the coffee table along with the ibuprofen, and decide to go about your day in other ways. 

Like getting your laptop and sitting down by the tiny kitchen table you have, to attempt some work. In reality you end up editing some playlists on your Spotify and getting consumed by it. The next time you look at the clock on the stove, it shows 3pm. And you figure you’ve wasted enough hours on the internet. 

Quietly you close your laptop and take off your headset. When you walk into the living room,  Roope seems to have realized how uncomfortable he was and has curled up into a ball. Crouching down in front of the couch 

“Hey, you need to wake up.” 

He groans, but you can tell he is starting to wake up from the way his brows scrunch together. Reaching out, you place a hand on his upper arm and shake him a little. Slowly but surely, his eyes flutter open, meeting your gaze. The whites in his eyes are still a little red, but he seems a little clearer now. 

“Morning”

Roope mumbles, while getting up. He swings his legs over the edge and his upper body follows. You can’t help but let out a little chuckle while shaking your head at him. He leans his elbows on his knees, and lets his head drop into his hands. 

“Here, drink some water.” 

You hand him the glass from the table and go to shake out two pills from the bottle. 

“No no, I’m fine without.” 

He says after taking three generous gulps of water from the full glass. 

“It will help with the pain.”

You tell him, holding your hand out towards his. 

“Why?” 

He asks, and you answer absentmindedly. 

“Because there are chemicals in this that will help you relax.” 

Roope shakes his head at you and sighs. 

“No, I mean, why are you always so kind to me? Why do you care so much?” 

You feel your heart sting and sink to your stomach. 

“Do you not want me to?” 

The fact that you are getting defensive about this should tell him enough. But he only seems to get more fired up. 

“Don’t answer a question with another question.”

And you swear, time stops for a second, giving you time to think a few thoughts. First, that you should never have let him stay. Second, that there are a million better ways to do this. And third of all; fuck it. 

“Because I want to be someone to you.”

He frowns at that, trying to take a step towards you, only to discover that you’ve moved to the other side of the coffee table. 

“Of course you are someone to me, you’re my best friend.”

Roope even cocks his head to the side in confusion. 

“I want to be that someone to you. Not just your best friend. I want you to hold me in public, I want you to take me out on the dance floor when we go out, and I want you to not rush home after a night in. I want to be able to put on your jersey and not feel like an imposter. I think I want more than you’re willing to give. And that’s fine. I’ll get over it.” 

You don’t realize you have moved through the apartment, and you don’t realize that Roope has followed you. You do know though, because you can see his reflection behind you in the window.

“All of me, if you’re willing. I’ll give you all of me, because you’re not just my best friend, you’re the friend I call whether I’m happy or sad. When I’m having a crisis or don’t feel well I think of you, or come here. I just didn’t think you’d want all of the public stuff, cause I know you’re a private person.” 

He has been moving closer and closer, now you can feel him behind you, across the entire plane of your back. In the reflection, his head is a little bent and his breath is fanning across your neck. 

“All of me, is what I can give you.” 

Roope whispers, sending tickles down your spine. 

“Are you sure?” 

You close your eyes as you lean into his chest, feeling him wrap his arms around your front. 

“Never more sure of anything.” 

The confirmation makes everything fall into its rightful place inside you, so you lift a hand to the back of his neck, which causes him to lean down and place a soft kiss on your lips. 

[sweetest-honeybee]

i have one of your dan arts (the one with the "like when he gets to be evil" caption) as my lockscreen rn and i love it so much!! like it just has such Vibes

(also i love all your dan art, i really need to go through and put it all in my queue at some point lol)

Why thank you! Was gonna draw some more of him today actually so you’ll certainly get a treat :D

[amanda-teaches]

Til Death Do Us Part? (1)

Series Summary: At a work party with your best friend, Dean, you panic when your new boss asks if you’re couple. Lying to protect your promotion, you wind up fake engaged before you can take it back. When Dean agrees to go along with your lie for a weekend retreat, you end up finding something neither of you had bargained for: love.

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader

Square filled: Fake Dating/Marriage for @spndeanbingo​, Fake Marriage for @spngenrebingo​, Mistaken for a couple for @spnfluffbingo​, “He’s always been there for me through all my terrible relationships and shit, and I can tell him anything” for @spnquotebingo​

Word Count: 2135

Warnings: A hint of future angst, some swearing, fluff

A/N: This is the first part of a little mini-series I’ve been working on. It will probably be around 3-4 parts, or more depending on how much fluffy cuteness I plop in the middle, but I’m pretty excited about it, so I wanted to share the first part with you all to see what you think. I hope you like it! Let me know! I haven’t finished writing yet, so you never know if your reactions may influence the series. ;)

Til Death Do Us Part? Masterlist

In the dead of the night, sitting on a deserted train station bench in the middle of the pouring rain, you finally felt safe enough to let yourself cry.

So, you sobbed. All alone, in the silky, golden evening gown that you’d felt so goddamn beautiful in, you sobbed, the tears running down your face and into your already-wet hair.

You pulled the note out of your pocket, watching as the words began to smear and run down the page.

To the Future Mrs. Winchester,

You look gorgeous tonight. Just like every night. Remember to save me a dance.

D

You closed your eyes and cried even harder, the sobs wracking your body. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. It was all supposed to be fake, a means to an end, one friend helping another...

You weren’t supposed to fall in love. 

Damn that Dean Winchester.

One week and two days earlier…

You opened up the dating app on your phone, and scrolled through the dozens of “hey, sexy” and “what r u wearing?” messages before closing it again in disgust. “Oh my God, what’s the point of this stupid thing?”

Your best friend, Francesca, plopped down on the couch beside you, a bowl of popcorn in her hands, and looked over at your phone with a smirk. “The wonderful world of online dating?”

“How did you ever guess?” you answered sarcastically, amusement softening your tone. “Geez, it’s crazy! For every nice guy I find, there’s like 100 creeps.”

“Hey, what happened to that one guy? The therapist?”

You groaned. “He tried to psychoanalyze me all night. Wound up crying on my shoulder over his repressed daddy issues.”

“The architect?”

“Drew up the plans for our dream house within the first 10 minutes of the date.”

“The musician?”

“Texted his ex the whole night.”

She laughed and shook her head. “God, am I glad that I’m married.” Then, she turned to you, tucking a leg underneath her. “Hey, when are you going to give up on this whole online dating thing and just go out with Dean?”

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. “I’ve told you a thousand times. Dean and I are just friends.”

“Oh, sure,” she laughed. “Just friends who text everyday, spend hours on Facetime with each other, and act as each other’s emotional support systems. Y/N, you’re practically married. The only thing missing is the sex.”

“Francesca!” you cried, an undercurrent of laughter running through your voice. “We are not practically married. Look, I love Dean, he’s always been there for me through all my terrible relationships and shit, and I can tell him anything, but that’s all it is. We’re just friends, I swear.”

She looked at you for another moment, skepticism filling her eyes. “Mhmm, keep telling yourself that. I’m just saying, you could do a lot worse than Dean Winchester. You don’t snap him up now, someone else will. And, ‘just friends’ or not, Y/N, I can guarantee, if that happens, you’re gonna regret not going for it.”

She sat back, focusing on her popcorn and queueing up the movie for the night, but you stayed staring straight ahead, her words lingering in your head. You wanted Dean to be happy, to find someone, just like you were trying to. You wouldn’t regret that if it happened...right?

Picking up your phone again, you stared at the picture of you and Dean that lived on your lockscreen, a smile playing at the corners of your mouth. You were going to see him tomorrow. He was your “date” to a party your new boss was throwing to get to know everyone, but you’d only asked him because you didn’t want to go alone. He was always your plus one to these kinds of things, and vice versa. You both knew it was strictly as friends, there wasn’t anything more than that. Besides, you were sure that the two of you could never really work. 

At least that’s what you kept telling yourself.

The sound of Dean’s Impala rumbling up to your house the next morning made your heartbeat a little faster than you were willing to admit. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath to calm yourself and grabbed your purse and phone, heading towards the door. You were sitting in his passenger seat in no time at all, with him smiling at you from across the bench seat.

“Ready to impress the new boss?”

“Hell yeah,” you nodded. “Thanks for coming with me. I hate doing these things alone.”

“Course,” he replied, shifting the car into gear with an easy smile on your face. “You know how impressive I naturally am.”

“Mhmm,” you laughed, shaking your head slightly. He grinned and winked at you, pulling the car into the street on the way to the “garden party” as your boss was calling it.

You were expecting some sort of outdoor barbecue/picnic situation, but when Dean pulled up in front of the mini mansion the address led to, and you saw the valets parking the cars, you were glad you’d worn your nicest sun dress.

“Damn,” he whistled, under his breath, staring out the dashboard. “Who’s your new boss, Richie Rich?”

“Apparently,” you muttered, still in disbelief. “I was not expecting this when I woke up this morning.”

“But, good news,” Dean pointed out, stopping his car in the middle of the circular driveway. “I bet the free food’s gonna be out of this world.”

You laughed as Dean got out, rushing around to your side of the car to open the door for you. You smiled and thanked him, and, after watching him warn the valet to treat his baby better than his own mother, he escorted you inside, your arm intertwined with his. He whispered something that made you laugh again, and you leaned into him, whispering back, as if being this close was the most natural thing in the world. If only it was this easy with every other guy.

When you got to the backyard, Dean dropped your arm, making a beeline for the rows of white-linen tables stacked with food. You started to follow him, but, when you spotted your new boss out of the corner of your eye, you changed tactics, wanting to make a good impression on her before she was inundated with too many people.

“Clarissa, hi,” you stammered, a little awkwardly, once you reached her. “You have a beautiful home.”

“Thank you,” she said politely, turning to you. She studied you for a brief second before recognition registered, and her eyes lit up, a genuine smile replacing the formal one. “Oh! Y/N, right?”

“Uh, yes, yes!” You couldn’t believe she remembered your name already. Since you were one of four people vying for a coveted promotion at the company, this could be your big chance. “I’d really love to get a chance to talk with you about my thoughts on the Newman project.”

“Oh, of course, dear,” she humored you, dismissing the work talk by looking around. “Where did that nice young man that you came in with go?”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Oh, Dean? He went to get us some food.”

“That’s so sweet of him. You’ve got yourself a good one there.”

“Oh no, we’re just…”

“You know,” she said, cutting you off. “There’s a couple’s retreat next weekend for some of the higher ups in the firm, a little bonding experience, so to say. There’s an open spot left. Maybe you and your young man could come?” She leaned in and gave you a conspiratorial wink. “We’d have plenty of time to talk more if you were there.”

“A couple’s retreat?” you repeated back, growing flustered. “But, Dean and I, we aren’t…”

She glanced at your ring finger. “Oh, dear, you two aren’t married yet. Such a shame. Unfortunately, the retreat is for married and engaged couples only.” She sighed, staring down at her mimosa. “Oh, I guess I’ll have to give Stuart your spot.”

Stuart? Oh, no way in hell. That guy had been gunning for your promotion for well over a year. You panicked, looking over at Dean, who’d piled two plates full of food over at the buffet. Watching him, you imagined your promotion flying away, and you blurted out the only hail mary you could think of. “Wait! Dean and I are engaged!”

Clarissa’s eyes widened with excitement. “Oh, really?! I didn’t see a ring, so I just assumed.”

“Oh, well,” you bluffed, struggling to think of a believable cover. “It’s all pretty recent, so the ring’s, uh, getting resized. But, yes, we’re engaged. Fully committed and engaged to be married.”

“That’s wonderful!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands. “Then, you two can come to the retreat next weekend! It’s up at the Mountview, all inclusive.”

You whistled under your breath. Damn, the Mountview. It cost like 1,000 a night to stay there. Suddenly, you realized what you were doing, and you knew this innocent little lie was spiraling way out of control.

“Actually…”

She waved you off, looking over your shoulder. “This is so great! I’ve heard really great things about you, Y/N. I can’t wait for you and your fiance to knock the socks off our executives. Now, if you’ll excuse me for just a second.”

Before you could stop her, she was gone, having spotted someone across the room. You were left standing alone, and, looking up, you spotted Dean smiling at you from across the lawn, holding up his plates of food triumphantly.

Oh God, were you screwed.

“YOU SAID WHAT?!”

You looked around for a second, putting your hand on his chest to quiet him. “Shh, someone might hear.”

“So fuckin’ what if they hear, Y/N! You told your boss we were engaged!”

“I know, I know,” you whispered. You grabbed Dean’s hand and pulled him further into the hallway off the doors to the backyard, so your argument would be blocked from where the party was still going on, in full swing. “I’m an idiot, okay? I fully admit that.”

He looked down at you and exhaled heavily, running his hand through his hair. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“I don’t know!” you sputtered, beginning to ramble. “She thought we were a couple, and I tried to explain we were just friends, but then she kept talking and talking, and the retreat was all BAM, Mountview! And, then, then, she wanted to invite Stuart, I mean Stuart, of all people, and I just panicked, and, I...”

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled, placing his hands firmly on your shoulders. “Chill before you pass out on me. Deep breaths.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, leaning into him. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, the argument instantly forgotten, and pulled you into a warm, safe hug. “I’m so sorry…” you mumbled against his chest. “I just wanted that promotion so bad, I think I went a little crazy. I’ll go out there right now and tell her the truth.”

He sighed, his breath ghosting against your hair. “Maybe you shouldn’t.”

Pulling back, you looked up at him, puzzled. “What?”

“Well, you already told her we were engaged, and if you backtrack now, she’s going to think you’re a crazy liar. Besides, it’s only one weekend, right?”

“Wait, are you saying we should actually go? And, pretend to be engaged?”

His face split into an eager smile. “Yeah. We’re best friends, so we already know everything about each other. How hard can fake marriage be? We pretend to be engaged for a weekend, you get your promotion, then we ‘break up’ and decide we’re better off as friends. No one’s any wiser.”

You stared at him for a second, the ramifications of his plan running through your head. Francesca’s words came screaming back at you. “Y/N, you’re practically married. The only thing missing is the sex.” Dean was right, you did know everything about each other. How hard could it be to fake a relationship for a weekend. “Are you sure?” you asked sincerely. “I mean, really, really sure.”

He nodded, taking your hands in his and dropping to his knee with a dramatic flourish. “Y/N Y/L/N, will you fake marry me?”

You laughed looking down at him, the sight of his goofy grin instantly bringing a smile to your face. You nodded, agreeing, but, no matter how much you tried to ignore the voice in the back of your head, Francesca’s other words lingered. “You don’t snap him up now, someone else will. And, ‘just friends’ or not, Y/N, I can guarantee, if that happens, you’re gonna regret not going for it.”

Shit, you really were in over your head this time.

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