#🔍 interactions

[niceascot]

Continued from here for @jeepersdcph

Fred knew Daphne better than he knew anyone else. He knew right away his words caught her off guard and now he feared he'd said the wrong thing. Had his intentions upset her? Even if Daphne were to break his heart right then and there Fred would never love her any less. There were the what ifs, of course. Like what if she could never look at him again knowing his feelings and not returning them? What if she hated him? His expression started to falter when she didn't say anything at first, but he too was at a loss for words. He wasn't sure what to say next, or at all. He felt a pit in his stomach for a brief moment before she spoke up. His expression completely changed and eyes went slightly wide and his mouth opened a little but no words came out at first. She'd caught him off guard. It wasn't the first part of what she said that caught him off guard though. Those initial words had only caused the pit in his stomach to lighten.

I'm always happy when I'm with you, Fred. The words ran through his head, over and over again. Those words could have possibly changed everything. Fred's heart was pounding and was in slight disbelief of what she was trying to say. Did she possibly...return his feelings? Had he been so blind as to not notice before? Was he that foolish? He knew he had to say something but he had so much to say to her that he couldn't form the words. He wanted to tell her he loved her and that he'd waited years to be able to finally tell her how he felt. As much as Fred wanted to go home he would never go if Daphne and the gang weren't coming with. Especially Daphne. He couldn't imagine his life without her. He would be lost. "Oh, wow, uh...I didn't think this far ahead." Fred always had a plan for everything, but he'd never thought that this would be her reaction. "Daph, I--" He bit down on his lip for a moment. He was supposed to have said something more reassuring to her than that. "I'm-- I mean... What I'm trying to say is...I'm happy when I'm with you too." He let out a breath he had been holding in. "It took me way too many years to finally admit that...you're the only person for me. You're my soulmate, Daph." He begins to feel a bit calmer and an awkward, goofy smile appeared on his face as his expression softened. "All I've ever wanted was to go home but, to tell you the truth, I feel most at home when I'm with you."

[hotcinnamonsunset]

nancy drew and the case of can’t check that off yet!🔍

[niceascot]

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For a moment Fred thought he saw just a glimpse of something in Daphne's eyes. Perhaps the same something that had been plastered across his face and swirling around in his own eyes. How could she not see what was so blatantly in front of her, Fred wondered. He couldn't remember a time where he didn't love the girl in front of him. He couldn't remember a time before wishing he could just hold her in his arms at all times. But, perhaps it just wasn't meant to be. Daphne didn't want the same things as him, right? No, surely not. "Alright," he finally said with a nod. He gently grabbed her shoulders and moved around so she was in front of him, the feeling of his skin against hers felt hot and it made his face flush again. He briefly glanced up as he was analyzing how the fuck he was actually going to pull this off in such a tiny space and caught her reflection in the mirror. His breath got caught in his throat again and the world stopped. It was just the two of them against the world like it always had been. "Daph..." he started then shook his head. "You ready?" He went to take a step but hadn't realized his shoe had been untied and fell into her, his entire body pressed up against hers, and he was certain she could feel the hard bulge in his pants rubbing against her. He was quick to back up and was doing his best and blowing it off but there was no denying the fact he was red as a tomato. "Um, I'll guide you. When I bend down step on my hands. Hold onto the top of the door and I'll just...hoist you over?" His once foolproof plan was sounding more and more horrendous as he repeated it and now he was thinking of every possibility that could go wrong. What if she fell on her face? Broke her wrist? Ruined her...makeup? Fred wouldn't let anything bad happen to her. "What if we just...called the store and told them we were locked in here?" he reached for his phone that had once been in his pants pocket but then he remembered he'd set it beside him on the bench. On the other side of the door, of course. "Never mind that idea," he mumbled. It was now or never then. "You sure you're good with doing this? Don't want you to fall on your pretty face."

niceascot​:

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Fred could feel his face burning. He didn’t want her to notice so he turned around before she could even finish getting the words out of her mouth. “Y-yeah, no problem. I’m not looking.” He closed his eyes because he could still see her reflection in the mirror of the changing room. His heart was pounding and his pants felt restricting. After she quickly changed he opened his eyes and let her in front of him, the space between them so tight that he had to lift his arms slightly so he wouldn’t be completely pressed against her. Why the hell did the place have to have such small changing rooms? “Underneath?” he asked, raising a brow. “Let me try again.” He switched places with her and aggressively tried the door again. He may like traps but not this type. He turned to face Daphne and finally noticed the mess of her hair. He reached out to smooth her hair down and let out a breath he had been holding in. “Don’t want you to look messy when we bust out of here,” he said in a soft tone. For a few moments his thoughts got lost and he was gazing down at her. His eyes briefly glanced over her lips before he looked up and locked eyes with her. “It’s kind of warm in here,” he observed and bit his lip. He glanced down at the opening underneath the opening then up and the one above. “What if I lifted you up and you could climb over? It wouldn’t be far of a drop down. You’ve done worse.”

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When he fixed her hair, Daphne couldn’t help but let out a small sigh. She would be lying if she said that didn’t make her heart burst out of her chest and do a few backflips before going back in. He was staring at her so intensely and for a moment she thought he was finally going to see everything she had been trying to show him for the last decade of her life and kiss her, but then he talked about a different way to escape and she just looked away from him. She didn’t want him to see her disappointment.  “Ha, ha,” Daphne said sarcastically, even though she knew it was probably going to be her only option. She didn’t like that it was, but she wasn’t about to be trapped with Fred in a dressing room all day after that little moment. She had made a fool of herself enough for one day. “Alright, let’s try it. If I fall on my butt it wouldn’t be anything new.”  She smoothed her dress down and looked at him again. “Ready whenever you are, leader.”

[polaroid-angel]

Where there was once a bird, there was now a black cat, trailing behind the hooded man. It seemed curious, watching the man commit a... well, an obvious crime.

It's looking at the man the entire time with its beady yellow eyes. It seemed to be judging him. But then again, it was just a cat.

A harmless one, to be exact. It only ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time.

(( @ur-local-demonlol ))

( continuation from 📌Remembrance 2 )

It didn't take long for the hooded man to carry the detective on his back. The feeling of being watched never faded, but once he witnessed the cat, he scowled at the animal.

"What. Don't you have an owner? Run back to them."

He shifted his position, carrying the person in his arms with a slight struggle in how he held him. It hurt, the muscles in his arms must have atrophied since that night.

The night the inferno ate away at his body.

[swiftllama]

[niceascot]

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There wasn't anything Fred would rather do than hang with any part of the gang. They were his home away from home while he was stuck in this damned town. The vibe seemed off with Shaggy that day though and Fred noticed fairly quick. He didn't say anything, not wanting to pry but was thinking about asking him what was wrong as he'd noticed he wasn't really eating his pizza. Fred was already halfway through his third slice when he set it back on his place and frowned for a moment. "I can try my best," he told Shaggy. "Are you alright? You just don't seem like your typical self today, dude. What's weighing you down?"

LOCATION: pizza planet ?? FOR: @niceascot

Everything just felt too heavy. Shaggy was trying his best to fight off the negative feelings. He had no right to feel this way, not when he had everything he could want — more, even. He had Velma, Scooby, Fred, Daphne. A cute little place to call home in a town that was so much better than the one he came from. A job he didn't hate. He was doing better with talking to people, making friends. But the anxiety was choking him. All the thoughts, the what ifs and the worry he wasn't doing good enough, that he was being selfish. He knew it was bad when it was affecting his appetite. His stomach was churning and he was only two slices of pizza in. Unheard of for Shaggy. "Hey, man, can you be honest with me if I ask you something?" Placing his third barely nibbled piece on the plate in front of him, he looked up at Fred. "Like, friendship bias aside."

[silverselfshippingchaos]

it's a really small detail, but I love how you see m.akoto soften a little whenever y.uya and him talk about his daughter

[eziosofia]

Me watching Kassandra and Natakas interact in Legacy of the First Blade:

[niceascot]

Closed starter for: @jeepersdcph Location: Daphne's apartment, 7:15 PM

Ever since Fred and Daphne finally admitted their undying love for each other he had been on cloud nine. He was happier than ever, knowing she felt the same way he had all these years. Daphne seemed to be the only thing on his mind lately. If they weren't together they were texting each other. Fred hadn't felt like this in a long time, nor had he ever felt this much love for someone so strongly. Fred was going to treat her right though, he promised himself that. Daphne deserved the world and he was going to give it to her. With as quickly as she was responding to his texts he figured she couldn't be too busy. At one point he finally texts, if you're not doing anything tonight be ready by 7. Wear something nice. :) Fred suddenly got butterflies in his stomach as he had impulsively made a plan in his head and went with it. He should take her on a proper date, she deserved that much. The only problem was Fred thought it was a lot earlier until he looked at the time and realized it was already five-thirty. That meant he hadn't really given Daph much notice either and she tended to run fashionably late at times. Fred couldn't blame her though because he wasn't the best at being on time either. Fred jumped out of his bed he had been laying in and bolted for the shower and got ready as fast as he could. He dried his hair, picked out his cologne, and was almost ready when he couldn't find the shirt he wanted. He had the right pants and shoes but there was a specific shirt he knew he wanted to wear. Digging through his closet he went shirt by shirt until he finally gave up and opted for a white button up. It felt...plain and he needed a touch of color so when looking through his drawer of ascots, an essential for a good outfit, he came across a purple one and smiled, knowing it was Daph's favorite color. That would work. He glanced at the time on his phone and saw it was quarter to seven. It took at least ten minutes to get to her place from his and he still needed to make a stop to get flowers. He grabbed his denim jacket, threw it on, and bolted out the door after grabbing his things. After a quick stop at a flower shop he was soon at her door. Seven-fifteen wasn't too bad, right?

With a bouquet of purple hydrangeas and white roses in hand he knocked on her door, thinking it would be really lame to just text her that he was here. When she opened he smiled at her and took in the sight that was her. "Hi," he greeted. "Uh, sorry I'm late and the short notice. I didn't really realize how late it already was and I wanted to stop and get you these." He holds out the flowers for her to accept, hoping she likes them and praying he didn't forget about any allergies she had. "I got purple ones because that's your favorite color." That he knew for certain. He knew so much about her and that's apart of the reason he feels so close to her. Fred had always been open with Daphne, there wasn't anything she couldn't possibly not know about Fred. "I thought we could go to dinner. Or if that's, like, not your vibe we can totally do something else. I did make a reservation though. I just...wanted to take you out somewhere nice. I don't really care what we do as long as I'm with you." He sweetly smiled at her and knew he was rambling at this point. "I mean, whatever you want and whenever you're ready I'm down for anything." Fred glances down at her lips, wanting to kiss them again and felt a longing as if it had been ages since he'd kissed her. "Before anything though..." he trailed off before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips for a few moments. "I just wanted to do that first."

[niceascot]

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Fred was on a mission to find the two most perfect looking pumpkins he could find in the whole patch. He knew Daphne would go nuts over him bringing pumpkins over and suggest carving them with her. He didn't like all the work it entailed, but he'd been smart enough to grab one of the wagons so he wouldn't have to carry two large pumpkins back with him. He'd just set the second one, the one he'd picked for Daphne, into the wagon when someone approached him. He looked over and saw none other than Pacifica and offered an awkward smile. "Of course not. It looks like you might need the wagon more than I do." There was no harm done in just helping her carry something and talking for a few minutes. "I can help you get them in the wagon and we can walk back together."

closed: pacifica northwest & fred jones ( @niceascot ) location: pumpkin patch

Pacifica knew getting five or more pumpkins was a ridiculous thing to do especially since she had wandered into the patch on her own and hadn't grabbed one of the wagons on her way in. Spotting someone else wandering among the rows of vines and large, bright orange gourds, the blonde walked over ready to sweet talk her way into some help when she saw it was none other than Fred. "Oh, heyyy. Wow, long time no see." She smirked, closing the distance to stand a respectful distance - the distance you should stand away from an ex. "So, I know we haven't chatted recently or anything but...you wouldn't mind helping me, would you?"

[qucintly]

I want to apologize (again) for my inactivity as of very recently. Once again I started a new job, and I am actually loving this one and am dedicating more focus and time into preparing for the next day and the next day. Good thing this job requires me to be here for only five days a week, so on weekends, I'll have all the free time to get to replying. I'll try to get to replying during my breaks and lunch throughout the day as I get used to my new schedule.

I also really want to say how much I appreciate all my mutuals for sticking around through my shaky schedule changes. I want to be as active as I can, and there are just some things that prevent me from doing so. I'll try my best to get back on track!

[couthbbg]

a post destined for purgatory (likes but no reblogs)

[swiftllama]

This whole interaction has my heart 🥺😭

[niceascot]

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If Fred were a bad friend he would lie to Daphne just to agree with her and make her happy. He sort of felt bad that he was putting all her suggestions down but he'd be damned if she wasn't the best looking person in the room. "The sweater is just, like, not serving anything. It really throws off the whole vibe because the belt buckle clashes. And have you even considered shoes? Do you have anything that's going to go with the shade of that sweater?" He finally sat up straight and shook his head. "You haven't lost your mind. If this thing didn't sound like such a big deal I would tell you to wear whatever the hell you want and hang out with me." He smiles at her. "I'm sure I'm loads more fun than whatever your little gathering is."

[ 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍 ]

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When Daphne called Fred to ask him to come over he was quick to drop everything he was doing and make his way over to her place. He would never admit that or act as if he would rush over there, simply telling her he supposed he could make time to come over and trying to act as nonchalant as possible. Once he was there he made himself comfortable and lounged on the couch, his legs spread and his back slouched into the cushion. As Daphne held up the two pieces Fred had been thinking about her eyes. He looked back up at her when she spoke though and analyzed the two outfits. “Hmm,” he said as if he were actually deep in thought. Well, Fred was pretty passionate about passion so it’s safe to say he was giving it some thought. “Okay so, like, this is just my opinion but I think the lavender is cuter in style but the color is just so…everyday you. It doesn’t stick out as much as the mauve shade would. But, that’s also a much bolder piece and you would need to decide if you want to draw attention to yourself tonight or not.” He shrugged. “It’s your choice though. In the end what matters is what you’re going to feel more comfortable in.”

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Her eyes switched between the two outfits as she held them at her sides, still going through pros and cons to each inside her head. Daphne knew it was just a dinner for work but this could be big for the summer collection. This would set the tone for the rest of the town’s direction this summer in fashion which meant she needed to make sure she looked ready for the role. Her heart rate was higher than she liked but the third cup of coffee probably didn’t do her any favors. “You think so? Yeah, yeah, you’re right,” she said biting at the side of her nail for a second before stopping as to not damage her manicure. “What if…” Daphne reached back for an outfit she’d tossed aside and grabbed the top and the dress. “Lavender dress, throw this sweater over it and a belt to cinch the waist?” The girl held up the pieces again to show him her vision before looking to him for his thoughts. “It’s giving summer but still able to transition into fall, you know?” She gave a deep exhale, her lips pulling into a small frown. “Or do I just sound like I’ve lost my mind?”

[xinganhao]

🔍 older brother!seungcheol vs. boyfriend!mingyu.

anon → "i was wondering if you could do something like older brother scoups finding out you're secretly dating mingyu?"

⌗ ┆the way i IMMEDIATELY sat up when i saw this request omg ᕕ( ཀ ʖ̯ ཀ)ᕗ thank you, anon! this was wayyy too fun to do!

‧₊˚✩彡 includes: f!reader, older brother!seungcheol, established relationship, pet names, cussing, [sibling] threats of violence/harm, to be read in order + headcanons under the cut.

🔍 headcanons .ᐟ

— prologue.

mingyu really tried his very, very, very hardest not to fall in love with you. there are some things that are just indisputably off-limits— friends' siblings being one of them. you're seungcheol's younger sister, and the older boy is known to be immensely overprotective of his own.

it's the reason why no one has dared to approach you for years. seungcheol has scared away dozens of potential suitors with his picture perfect bitch face and his sharp tongue. you can complain all you want, but he'll always say the same thing. "i'm just protecting you," he'll snipe. "i know how these boys' minds work and i'll be damned to let them near you."

mingyu thinks he can get away with just being your friend, with being a good friend to seungcheol, but it becomes increasingly difficult the more time he spends in your orbit. his frequent visits to the choi household; the brief moments you interact when you're around seungcheol? yeah, mingyu never stood a chance.

it's you who confesses first, and mingyu is admittedly scared shitless. all of that is thrown out the window when you kiss him, though. because the moment your lips meet his, mingyu suddenly can't give two shits about whether or not he'd ruin his friendship with seungcheol.

you're the one who proposes to keep it a secret for now, citing seungcheol's man-eating tendencies. mingyu is actually a little relieved. he's not sure if he's prepared to deal with the infamously dramatic and sulky choi man, so he readily agrees to the open-ended request of sneaking around.

as the months drag on, though, mingyu feels like he should have clarified how long for now would last. because the two of you are nearing the half-year mark and you're still racing to meet your brother's curfews, still unable to be with mingyu properly in public. the two of you are constantly afraid that seungcheol will catch wind of your relationship and it's admittedly driving mingyu a little crazy.

mingyu is still endearingly sweet and understanding about it, of course. even as he starts to suggest telling seungcheol and freeing the both of you from the burden of hiding, he understand why you hesitate at each turn. seungcheol is intense, after all.

a part of you knows that mingyu won't wait around forever. there's only so much compromise, so much rendezvouses that you can get away with before he begins to demand more. and, truthfully, he deserves to demand more— with how perfect and patient he's being.

(if he'll be completely honest, mingyu doesn't mind waiting around for you. would he like to hold your hand in public? of course. does he want everybody in his life to know that you're his? hell yeah. but— as pathetic as it sounds— mingyu is happy to have you in any way that he can. even if it's just the scraps and pieces of you, he'll take it.)

— the texts.

there's a saying that 'strict parents breed rebellious children'. well, it looks like the same stands for strict siblings. seungcheol is always ragging you for the time that you'll come home, for the people that you hang out with. it's equal parts him being nosy and him fulfilling what he thinks is his birthright as an older brother.

to make up for all the time that seungcheol has seemingly stolen from your relationship, you promise mingyu a weekend. something so innocent and innocuous in your six-month long relationship. a lazy saturday in his apartment, where you won't have to leave by midnight like some sort of modern cinderella.

and mingyu's so damn happy about it, this snapshot of domestic bliss that he's been granted. you, padding around his apartment in his oversized shirt. you, attempting to bake something you saw off tiktok. you, giving him a dozen kisses as he drifts in and out of sleep. it's absolutely perfect. he could get used to this, he thinks.

but then mingyu makes the mistake. your phone is charging on his bedside table as he dozes off. when your phone rings, it's purely instinctive— how mingyu groggily reaches over to answer the call. it takes him a full minute, an agonizing sixty seconds, to realize what he'd done.

the call connects. seungcheol is in the middle of saying something like "yah, i told you to text me when—," only to have the words die out. he stares down at his screen, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, because it's not you on the other end of the line. hell, it's not even abigail, who you're supposed to be sleeping over with. it's a man. and it's not just any man—

when seungcheol says "kim mingyu?", that's when mingyu realizes he fucked up. his eyes blow wide with surprise and he has half the mind to say something, do something. that something turns out being ending the call without saying a word. if mingyu wasn't already awake earlier, he sure is now.

you're exasperated when a panicked mingyu tells you of what happened. the two of you sit at his dining table, strategizing a 'game plan', as your phone rings off the hook in between the two of you. seungcheol is not happy. it doesn't surprise you when your brother even goes as far as to start pinging mingyu, then— when that doesn't work— making a group chat.

seungcheol know he's overbearing and protective. on that front, he can kind of see why you decided to keep your relationship with mingyu. (a small part of him is impressed, even.) but, really, he just has this thing about being the last to know. he hates it. he hates being out of the loop, hates feeling like he's an afterthought. and so he's fully prepared to hold grudges to both of you, which would probably be a disaster. seungcheol was the master at being resentful, after all.

that is, until mingyu drops the 'l' word. from his end, seungcheol's fingers freeze over his phone screen. in all his years of knowing mingyu, he had never heard the man say he loved someone. it was always the vaguest of terms. i like her. i fuck with her. i'm down for her. but love?

and you, with those words that you often deliver in jest. 'don't ruin this for me, cheol.' how many times has seungcheol heard you beg him to bug off, to let you live your life? how many times have you two gotten in to fights over his meddling and your stubbornness? you always think he's out to get you, when in reality, he likes to think he's just looking out for you.

'i really like mingyu, genuinely.' 'i love your sister, seungcheol.' seungcheol stares at those two open confessions for what feels like forever before he lets out an annoyed huff to himself. it feels like a 2v1 that he's not about to win. he is still pissed, is still about to pout about it for weeks and then proceed to hold it as leverage in the months to come.

but seungcheol is also willing to [begrudgingly] admit: there are worse people for you to end up with than kim mingyu.

[niceascot]

@jeepersdcph

There was still something so strange about waking up in a place such as Evermore with no way to leave. Fred had adjusted, everyone who appeared had to, but as time went on and him and his friends settled in things seemed to fall back into routine somewhat. It wasn't quite like old times but despite that Fred was still dragged along by Daphne to go shopping for a new outfit. He never minded shopping with her aside from the fact that he had to always carry her bags. They usually stopped for a snack along the way and as the hours went on Fred hoped they were almost done. As per usual it seemed that Daphne went overboard, but Fred couldn't help but to pick up a few things along the way too. Nothing wrong with treating yourself to a new outfit, pair of shoes, and a watch to top it off. To Fred there wasn't at least. He was sitting on the benches across from the fitting rooms when Daphne came out in a cute outfit. He couldn't help but think she looked really good but was snapped from his thoughts and looked up at her when she spoke. "What? Oh, it looks good. For sure, yeah." He nodded and flashed her a smile. "What's the occasion anyways? And why did you need so many things?" he asked, gesturing to all of the bags sitting on the ground near his feet.