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gamerwoo · 5 years ago

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[The Pack Next Door] Mingi: Friends With Benefits (Part Three)

(photo edit courtesy of @songmingki)

Characters: Mingi x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, friends to lovers au, a tiiiiiny bit of angst, smut (very awkward attempt at phone sex, masturbation, sorta kinda dom!mingi????)

Word count: 3,306

Summary: Growing up, you and Mingi were inseparable. You’d been friends your entire life and, as far as you knew, things were never any different. But what you don’t know is that Mingi imprinted on you when he was 15 and first turned into a werewolf, and he had been trying to keep it a secret ever since. And with the awful timing of mating season, he’s hoping he can somehow keep the facade up.

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Mingi hardly slept that night because his body was rapidly heating up and his dick was straining in his boxers. All telltale signs of mating season starting. He was panting, sweaty, and his skin was extremely sensitive by the time the sun rose and his brothers woke up for classes and/or work. Hongjoong went to check on him, seeing Mingi sprawled out on his bed with nothing but boxers on, his bedding kicked off, and his eyes closed as he groaned out in discomfort.

“Yeah,” he sighed, angling his head so he could still look at Mingi, but his order would reach the curious pack behind him, “we’re keeping _____ away from him for the next week.”

Mingi let out a strangled groan, “Don’t say her name.”

Yunho let out a deep sigh, “I’ll go get the chains.”

Mingi was sick. That meant you were going to take it upon yourself to take care of him. He may have wanted you to stay away the other times he was sick, but you knew his friends were at school today, meaning there was nobody to care for him. But you didn’t want to just waltz into their house, so you tried texting him instead.

Normally, Mingi didn’t answer his phone when he was in rut. He couldn’t really focus on anything else except how hot and uncomfortable and needy he felt, so texting or calling anyone wasn’t really something he wanted to do. But he just so happened to be already looking in the direction of his nightstand, and he saw your name pop up, and that alone sent his heart into a frenzy.

_____💕: how ya feelin bud?

_____💕: i can come over if you need me to

God, just the thought alone of you coming over had Mingi biting his lip to stifle a moan. He absolutely knew that wasn’t a good idea, but he really wanted to tell you yes. He wasn’t going to, but he wanted to.

Mingi💜: it’s fine i’ll be okay

_____💕: do you need anything?

An idea popped into his head that might be very, very stupid. But you were texting him already and literally anything from you would be good for him. He just had to be not creepy about it.

Mingi💜: you could brighten up my day and send me a selfie :)

_____💕: wow ur a simp even when ur sick lmao

It wasn’t out of character for him to hype you up or anything. He always said cheesy things about how seeing you made his day better or missing you if he didn’t see you all weekend or something. So you really didn’t think anything of it, snapping a cute picture of yourself smiling with your tongue poking out before sending it to Mingi.

_____💕: feel better butthead 💕

There was absolutely nothing dirty or sexual about the photo sent to him -- well, other than just the hint of cleavage from your loose tank top you were wearing under your flannel -- but it still made Mingi somehow grow even harder than he was before which he didn’t think was possible. His ember eyes bored into his phone screen as he stared at you, whimpering because you were so fucking cute and he wanted you so badly but he couldn’t have you. He just had a selfie of you that he could get off to.

“Can I ask something...weird?” Jongho wondered as the two of you sat in the trunk of his car at the gas station, sipping your slushies together.

“Yeah, why not?” you shrugged.

“Have you and Mingi ever like...done anything?” he asked slowly, turning his head to look at you.

“You really won’t let that girlfriend/boyfriend thing go, huh?” you chuckled.

But he didn’t smile like you were, “I’m genuinely asking. You guys are so close and you’ve been friends since you were born. Haven’t you ever felt feelings toward him?”

“What, are you snooping for Mingi?”

“No, I wouldn’t tell him anything.”

“But he’s your friend.”

“So are you.”

For as long as you’d known Jongho, you knew he was trustworthy. He never snitched on anybody, he would just kind of stand by and watch madness ensue -- but Yeosang, on the other hand would snitch to make the madness move faster. So you knew that if Jongho said he wouldn’t tell anybody, he really wasn’t going to.

“We haven’t done anything, no,” you answered truthfully.

Noticing something in your tone, Jongho quirked an eyebrow, “I’m sensing a but in there.”

You let out a sigh before you took a sip from your slushie, “I guess I kinda...have liked him for a while...?”

“Really?”

Of course he knew that, he knew you felt the imprinting pull, too.

“But we’ve been friends for a long time so it would be weird,” you shrugged, mostly trying to reason with yourself for the hundredth time more than you were trying to convince Jongho.

“Ah, I doubt that,” he chuckled. “You’re pretty much the only girl Mingi even brings around.”

You snorted, “Really?”

“Why do you seem so shocked?”

“I mean...he’s a good looking dude, and he’s a sweetheart so I figured--”

Even though Jongho was well aware of the reason why Mingi never brought other girls back to their house, he scoffed and said, “You’re forgetting he’s a dumbass.”

“Okay,” you laughed in agreement, “he’s kind of a himbo sometimes.”

“Kind of?” Jongho asked. “Sometimes?”

‘Considering he’s such a big, clueless idiot that he hasn’t asked you out or told you the truth since he was 15,’ he wanted to add on, but he knew better than to do that.

“...He’s a himbo.”

Jongho nodded as he took a sip of his own slushie, “Absolutely.”

Mingi’s ringing phone didn’t necessarily break him out of his slumber, but he was trying really hard to sleep for a little bit. No matter how many times he jerked himself off, nothing was ever good enough. That’s how it always was. It might work for a few minutes if he was lucky, but he’d just get worked up again. He needed his mate. He was the only one in the pack who knew who his mate was, and because of that, he needed you to actually feel satisfied while he was going through rut. But how could he ask that of you?

With a groan, he lifted his head that was soaking his pillow with sweat to see who it was. He knew most of the pack had gone out to the movies, and Jongho was out with you for the afternoon and evening, so he had to make sure it wasn’t any one of them with some emergency.

But when your name was glowing on his screen, he scrambled with shaky hands to pick up the phone.

“Hello?” he rasped out before clearing his throat.

“Hey,” you replied casually, your phone on speaker as you made yourself a sandwich in your tiny apartment on campus, “I just wanted to check and make sure you were still alive.”

Mingi sighed as he threw his head back down into his pillow. Just hearing your voice affected him, and he struggled to keep any odd noises he might make inside.

“Uh huh,” he groaned softly.

“Yeah, sure sounds like it,” you joked with a chuckle.

Mingi’s hand inched its way down to his boxers, his hardened member hardly having any sort of relief that day. But once his fingertips grazed the outline, he realized what he was subconsciously doing and stopped himself. He couldn’t just get himself off while talking to you on the phone. That wasn’t okay.

“It’s not too bad, is it?” your voice was softer this time when you spoke; it was more caring.

His lips pressed together in a thing line, trying to keep the moan bubbling in his throat from slipping out. Your voice just sounded so nice, and it wasn’t like you would know, right? If he was sneaky, it would be fine, right?

“Just-- J-just a fever,” he stammered out, letting his hand slip into his boxers and wrap around his dick.

“Mingi, that doesn’t sound good,” you frowned, knowing sometimes a fever could be serious.

“You do, though,” he breathed out without thinking, his eyes fluttering shut. Even though he was still stuck using his own hand, your voice definitely helped.

“Huh?”

His eyes snapped open, “I, uh-- I-it’s cool, though. I-I’m fine. I feel okay, j-just--”

He let out a gasp, biting down on the side of his hand by his thumb before he could continue.

“J-just a fever. That’s all.”

“Are you positive?” you wondered, bringing your sandwich to your room along with your phone. “You sound like...weird.”

“Hard day,” he replied through clenched teeth.

If you knew what was really going on, you would’ve laughed at the unintentional pun.

“Wanna talk about it?” you offered, kicking your door shut softly.

“N-no, just--” the sigh he let out sounded more stressed to you, but it was actually sexual frustration. “Just need some kind of...r-release.”

“Could always fuck somebody,” you suggested with a shrug. “That’s what people do, right?”

Mingi almost choked on air hearing you say that, “W-what?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” you snorted. “Mingi, I’m well aware you’re not a virgin and there’s no way you don’t sleep with people. Look at you, dude!”

You believed that maybe Jongho had never seen Mingi bring any girls home, but there was no way he didn’t get around. Mingi was one of the best men on earth, hands down. Besides, his friends had already snitched on him before, telling you all the times he’d had flings or one-night-stands -- but they kept out the fact it was because he was desperate and couldn’t have you.

“I don’t exactly have a lot of f-female friends, _____,” he said in a breathy chuckle, “and I’m not in a good s-situation to go make any.”

“Just get a friends with benefits. I mean, you’re around your friends all the time and they’re single.”

His hand completely stopped as he whined your name in annoyance. His pack were the last people he wanted to think about right now.

“I don’t like guys, alright?” he huffed.

“What about your friends that aren’t guys?”

“That’s literally only you.”

You weren’t sure why you suddenly felt tingly...down there, but you tried to ignore it.

“I mean,” you began slowly around a mouthful of bread and meat, “I’d offer to assist you, bud, but--”

“Y-you would?” Mingi quickly asked.

Your chewing stopped, your entire body freezing as you looked at your phone. Were you really about to do this? If you replied how you wanted to, you might ruin your friendship forever.

Mingi heard your muffled voice like you were eating food quietly say, “Yeah.”

‘Don’t moan, don’t moan, don’t moan,’ was all he could think as he covered his mouth with his hand until the urge passed.

“But, I mean,” you spoke up after you swallowed your food, afraid that his silence meant he was weirded out by your statement, “only ‘cause we’re friends and like, I guess some friends help other friends out like that? But I can’t go there anyway because you’re sick and, like--”

“W-what if,” he cut you off, “we used our ph-phones...?”

You raised your eyebrows, “Have you done that before?”

“Yeah,” he admitted. “Haven’t you?”

The only times you’d ever done anything remotely like that was when you were seeing some college guy toward the end of your freshman year of college. He suggested the idea a few times and he’d get himself off on the phone while you sat on your couch and ate snacks and half-assed being into it and paying attention. In reality, you were watching Mulan while it was muted and with subtitles on because you really didn’t even want to be with the guy anymore but you wanted to tell him in person and he was out of town. So technically, no, you hadn’t. And it seemed awkward.

“I-I can guide you through it,” he promised before quickly adding on, “I-if you want to! Only if you w-want to.”

For once during one of these conversations, you actually put your food down and gave your phone your complete, undivided attention. Because it was Mingi.

“Y-yeah, sure,” you decided.

Mingi let out a breath of relief as his hand resumed its position around his length, and began moving up and down his shaft, “Okay, you have to take your jeans off.”

You weren’t sure how or why, but Mingi suddenly sounded much more assertive. He still sounded a bit strained and kind of tired, but he wasn’t stuttering anymore. He seemed more sure of his words.

You undid your jeans and shoved them very ungracefully off of yourself, kicking them onto the floor next to the couch, “Done.”

“Now, I want you to just tease yourself like you normally do,” he breathed. He wanted to just go easy on you since he knew you hadn’t done this before and he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, so he figured doing something you were used to would be the best way to do that. “Whatever starts to get you more worked up.”

You suddenly blanked on every sexual thing you’d ever done. How did you normally masturbate? When was the last time you’d even done that? What even got you turned on? Yes, Mingi’s voice was making you feel some sort of heat in your lower region but you still felt a little weird and confused trying to do this.

Still you trailed a finger down to your clothed clit and started lightly rubbing circles. That was what he meant, right? God, were you actually questioning if you were doing phone sex correctly?

“Tell me how it feels,” Mingi groaned. “I wanna hear your voice.”

Had it been literally any other guy trying to do this with you, you wouldn’t even bother trying to pretend. You were the type to shut someone down and not even bother trying to humor them -- except that one time but you felt pity for the poor clueless idiot. But this was Mingi and you really wanted to help him out even if you couldn’t do anything for yourself.

“I’d rather it was you,” you huffed with more whine in your voice than you expected. And it wasn’t a lie, you really would prefer Mingi did this to you instead of yourself because you just felt awkward.

The moan he let out of your name had heat shoot straight through you, and you found yourself dragging two fingers up and down your clothed core, and it actually felt a little less weird now.

“I wish it were me, too,” he breathed, and you heard him shifting on his bed. “Pretend it’s me, okay? My hand sliding into your panties and my finger going into you.”

You did exactly as he said, putting your hand under the waistband of your underwear and inserting your index finger into your heat. Mingi heard the shaky breath leave your lips, and he let out another deep moan as his own hand sped up.

“Your fingers are way longer than mine, though,” you chuckled lightly as you slowly pumped your finger in and out of yourself.

“Mm, so they’d fill you up even better.”

The quiet, involuntary moan you let out at his words almost made him cum right on the spot. It was one of the best sounds he’d ever heard, and he just wanted to hear it over and over again. He wished he could hear it in person.

“Say more stuff like that,” you requested as heat rushed to your cheeks.

His eyes closed as he imagined all the things he would want to do to you, and repeated it to you. How he wanted to fuck you with his fingers and his tongue until your legs were trembling and your thighs were squeezing around his head. How he wanted to work you up until you were begging him to properly fuck you. And the way he said all of that and the way he moaned between sentences and words had you adding a second finger and rubbing your clit as you rocked your hips and moaned out his name.

“Fuck, you sound so wet,” he whimpered, sounding so much more needy than he had while he was growling in his deep voice how hard he’d make you cum. “A-are you close?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, your voice higher in pitch as you felt the knot in your stomach tightening more and more and more.

Mingi was struggling so hard to hold on but it was difficult to. He wanted to cum so badly but he didn’t want to until you did. Somehow, even in this situation he was in, he was more concerned about you getting off than he was about himself.

“Fuck, _____, I’m gonna cum,” he said in an airy moan, fucking into his fist.

“Cum for me, Mingi,” you told him, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to reach your release.

That was it for him. Hearing you tell him to cum had thick ropes of white covering his stomach, chest, and hand as he let out loud moans of your name, followed by loud panting once he’d come down from his high. But what you didn’t know was that his cock was still throbbing and hard in his hand, so he continued.

“I need you to cum, _____,” he whined, sounding like he hadn’t even gotten any relief from his orgasm. “Fuck, please cum for me. I want to hear you.”

“I-- I--” you struggled with words because while you were so close to the edge, you couldn’t quite get there and it was frustrating. “Shit, I’m gonna--”

“Be good for me, _____,” his voice was airy still, but it was deeper again. “Cum for me and say my name nice and loud.”

You clenched around your fingers as you came with a loud and high, “Oh god, Mingi,” that even had him cumming right then for a second time. Hearing your moans and whimpers of his name as you came was enough to throw him into his second orgasm, which somehow was even more satisfying than the first.

Satisfying enough to make his erection go down.

You relaxed back into your couch, slowly removing your fingers from yourself as you opened your eyes and looked at your phone as if you were expecting to share awkward glances with your best friend.

You didn’t feel awkward, though, and neither did he. The haze of the moment began to wash away, and you thought you’d be left feeling uncomfortable and unable to even stay on the phone. But you both felt...the same. You felt comfortable, like you were just having a regular conversation.

“You okay?” he asked, sounding much better than when you had first called -- definitely a little more tired, but better.

“Yeah,” you replied with a soft chuckle. “You?”

“Yeah.”

The silence was comfortable as you just looked at his name on your screen over and over again. You wondered if this would be a normal thing for you now. You wondered if you would actually do that in person. Actually...

“Y’know,” you spoke up with a light tone to your voice, “I don’t think phone sex is for me.”

Mingi was silent for a beat before asking, “You wanna come over tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” you replied as if he asked if you wanted to go boarding on the beach.

“Cool,” he replied just as casually, but he was actually smiling like an idiot in his bed. “I should try to get some sleep then. I’ll text you tomorrow.”

“‘Kay. Night, dude.”

“Night.”

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peterspideyy · 5 years ago

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chapter 4 - partners in crime

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you walked into yours and tom’s shared apart, laughing at a comment tom said as he followed behind. it was nice. actually talking to tom. you forgot about all your past with him. it was like he’s never changed. something you think could never happen. but, here you were, laughing at one of tom’s classic sarcastic remarks. which was one of the many reason’s you fell in love with tom.

you see, after you both...broke up, it was terrible. not only did you loose your boyfriend, but your best friend too. you and tom have known each other for years, and of course once you grew older, you started to fall head over heels for each other.

you were the first to fall in love with the holland. you were around 8, while tom was 10. in your head, at that age, you didn’t truly understand what it meant by ‘love’. you thought love was like royalty, based off all the princess films and books you watched. the prince, was always strong. but, most importantly, he will always try and impress the princess. no matter the cost. so, when little old tom was showing off his drawing to you, you froze. tom was your prince. and so you fell in love with him. well, rather the act he put it for you.

however, when you moved into high school, you still didn’t know what ‘love’ truly means. of course, you gained some knowledge on the subject, but you thought all ‘love’ meant was sex and selfies for social media. you thought the idea of love, was to impress other people, not yourself. so, when you and tom had your first kiss (for a whole 10 seconds) you really thought you found your soulmate. or rather the idea of your soulmate

now when you and tom grew up into adults, both of you realised what ‘love’ actually means. it’s not for social media. or your friends. it’s not trying to impress the other person. it’s not intimacy. it’s not the fancy dates, to show the world how much money you’ve got.

true love, is having a shoulder to cry on. a shoulder to vent to, about anything without feeling scared or embarrassed. true love is the person who supports you the most. true love is looking after each other, when they’re too drunk to remember their own name. so, as an adult you finally realise what true love means. and realise how tom has been your true prince, since the start.

but, since you broke up, you felt too upset. too angry to speak to tom. it caused you to fall apart from each other. in a intimate way and a friendly way.

it was easy. moving from being best friends, to a couple. but, since breaking up as a couple, you also broke up as friends. and it hurt you both.

“well, what’s the plan now with the case.” you sighed, pouring you and tom a cup of coffee.

tom laughed, “well since i barged in on them, which will help, trust me, we now know what there exact plan is. without taking it from a computer screen.”

“i’m not going to lie tom,” you spoke, picking up the two steamy cups, and walking over to the table tom was sat on, placing them on the countertop and sitting opposite him, “you could of at least warned me you were going to go, instead of just well...leaving the apartment.”

tom rolled his eyes, playfully, “y/n, i always do stuff on my own remember, so i’m sorry if i forget to tell you that i’m leaving.”

“it could of became 10 times worse!”

“but did it?” tom winked, sipping his coffee, before making a face as it was too hot still.

“touché.” you shrugged. you were only looking out for him.

“so,” tom spoke, breaking the silence, “how have you been?”

“what do you mean?”

“well, i haven’t spoke to you since we you know, so how have you been?”

“oh,” you shrugged, “i’m good. just focusing on work, that’s all what’s happening with me.”

tom laughed, “of course, you’re main priority is work.”

“and that’s a bad thing?”

“no,” tom looked at you, “i didn’t say that, it’s good. you always put other people in front of you, one of the reasons i love you.”

you froze. love. not loved. love. he still loves you?

“i-i mean why i fell in love with you.”

“how are you?” you asked, changing the subject quickly.

“oh erm it’s fine. nothing really exciting going on in my life at the moment. how’s your brother?”

“max is good, he’s getting married next year to amelia.” you replied, blowing on your coffee.

you didn’t mind tom asking about your family. even though, your brother hates tom’s guts after he broke up with you, he will always have a soft spot for tom. they both practically grew up together.

“that’s sweet. i knew they would always end up together.”

you couldn’t help but cause your heat to clench at his words. that’s what people said about you two. but, of course life happens.

“mum asks about you, you know,” he carried on, “she misses you.”

guilt rose in you at what tom was saying. because tom grew close to your family, you grew close to him. his family was like yours. but, you lost contact in them all since the break up.

“she misses your outings to get coffee.” he added.

you and nikki have always been close, so every two weeks you would go out, just you two, to different cafe’s to eat, drink and talk each other’s ears off. it was super nice and soon became a tradition between the two of you. a tradition, that has stopped.

“same.” you frowned slightly, skimming your finger over the top of the coffee mug, remembering all the laughs you both had. tom sensed how guilty you felt, immediately regretting bringing up each other’s families.

“erm,” he coughed, awkwardly, “have you told carson what’s happened?”

“yeah, i texted him quickly on the way up.” you nodded, hating how awkward it got so quickly. tom nodded back, unsure on how to respond. or if he should respond.

“right, thanks to our new friends, we now have a better chance at getting our score.” keith spoke through the computer to one of the men, finally breaking the awkward silence in the apartment. you smiled slightly at tom, him returning the gesture, before you both got up to go over to the screen.

“isn’t there something else we can get? like a million dollars or something?”

keith laughed, “that’s what all the mob groups go for, but we’re different, yes? we’re going for the best score. and thanks to our fbi friend, we know have more entail, so get to work and sort out another meeting with our new friends, okay?”

“yes sir.” the man replied, walking away before keith left with his bodyguards.

your eyes went wide. fbi friend? who’s working with the red dragons?

“what?” tom whispered, thinking the same as you.

you looked at tom, to lock with his as you both stared at each other.

“is there a mole in the agency?” you mumbled, not believing what you were saying.

tom shook his head, “i don’t know. i don’t know who could do something like this. i-i don’t know who betray us like this.”

“who has access to the fbi database, especially about the red dragons?”

“erm, me, you, carson, harrison, peter-“

“wait, harrison?”

“no, it couldn’t be him. i trust him with my life.”

you looked at him, before turning around to log onto the fbi website. clicking numerous of buttons, you went onto the red dragons recent log ins, to see how harrison was only logged in a few minutes ago. showing tom the computer screen, he shook his head.

“we can’t just believe it’s him, after what a log in? anyone could have done it!”

“tom, i can’t believe it either, but he has worked on the red dragons before, maybe he’s decided to work with them?”

“no, y/n, i can’t believe your judging him based off this!”

“i’m only judging on what is there, tom. harrison has logged in, a few minutes ago which is when we found out about the mole in the first place. a coincidence? i think not!” you screeched.

tom groaned, “i-i can’t belive you. harrison is my best friend. he was yours as well.”

“well, things change.” you growled.

you and tom gave each other a hard stare, before you breathed out heavily, walking away into your room, locking the door behind you. you leaned against the door, sighing loudly.

so much for you and tom being friends again.

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a/n- hey guys! sorry for taking agesss to update this story. this is quite a short chapter, but trust me it will get longer ahah. hope your all okay :)

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latin-dr-robotnik · 5 years ago

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10 characters for 10 people

Thanks @beevean for tagging me!

1) Vector the Crocodile (Sonic The Hedgehog): My boy Vector doesn’t get enough love. He loves money, listening to some bangers on his headphones and taking on cases with his friends, who doesn’t love that? He also has to make ends meet, which makes him a lot more relatable than you’d think. And let’s not forget the fact that in IDW Sonic he is such a trooper, going out like a champ. Mad respect, my brother.

2) Rouge the Bat (Sonic the Hedgehog): “Fated not to be tamed // Watch me I never will lean upon you // I can go – by myself”

Rouge is a lot more than her “one polygon” or the sax guy in Sonic X going nuts every time she’s on screen, and it’s sad to see her character has gone to waste ever since -probably- Sonic ‘06, even if I kinda liked her in Forces. Rouge is a tough lass to deal with, she won’t stop until she gets what she wants, and that may lead her to push her luck a little too hard, but don’t let that take away from the fact that she also knows when to step down a bit and focus on other things, even if it hurts her ego quite a lot. She also has a soft side, and she managed to keep Team Dark together for a while now. That last point is what most fans have been pointing out over the years, so I don’t think it’s necessary to go in detail there.

She also has the best SA2 vocal theme, of course ;P

3) Rayla (The Dragon Prince): What can I say that hasn’t been said before? Even A:TLA comparisons have already been done to death (and the TDP fandom is frowning at me rn for mentioning it.) Rayla has done a lot, and she’s lost most of the ones she loved; but her determination to do the right thing and bring the Humans and Xadians conflict to an end has given her a lot of experiences, a new family and much more. There’s still lots to see from her in Season 4 and beyond, so I implore you to go watch TDP if you haven’t done so already.

4) Dracula (Netflix’s Castlevania): This is a more of a mellow, sad, tired and melancholic Dracula than I was used to (specially after coming from the old school Castlevania games), and I absolutely love it for that. The fucking Inquisition burned his wife, of course I would sympathize with him during his crusade against humanity; and now that those times are long gone, well... I miss him.

5) Iroh (Avatar: The Last Airbender): There’s not much else to say, he stood right by Zuko even when he turned his back on him, he wasn’t perfect, he learned some truly hard lessons in his life, but he ended up doing what he wanted to do the most: make others happy, serving them tea. This year I revisited Avatar for its 15th anniversary, and found myself crying a lot more than I remembered with Iroh’s moments. This show, man.

6) Theo (Celeste): I love Madeline to death, but Theo has struck me on a personal level. What seemed to be a happy-go lucky young man with a passion for selfies and Instagram (it’s actually real btw), turned out to be a man struggling to find a meaning in his life as he realized he kept hating the boring routine of the city life, and who isn’t going through something similar? His relationship with Madeline also reminded a lot of myself with my best friend, considering she also suffers from similar emotional struggles like Madeline. Celeste is so brilliant, and I’d love to hang out with Theo irl tbh.

7) Gaunter O’Dimm (The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt): The extended universe of The Witcher is in no shortage of fucking amazing characters, but there’s one character exclusive to the third game that’s just... well... it’s evil incarnated. The motherfucker that has its own song that children sing it in the game, that plays in every cutscene where he is present or his name is mentioned, and that, should you choose the “bad” ending of Hearts of Stone, will simply walk away whistling that very fucking song. Oh, and did I mention he’s, like, EVERYWHERE during HoS main quest?

“His smile fair as spring, as towards him he draws you

His tongue sharp and silvery as he implores you

Your wishes he grants, as he swears to adore you

Gold, silver, jewels - he lays riches before you”

8) Elizabeth (BioShock Infinite): Bruh, that Burial at Sea Part 2 ending. THAT. ENDING.

(Although overall I prefer the first BioShock over the rest, the first half of Infinite with Elizabeth being cheery is absolutely unforgettable for me.)

9) Soren (The Dragon Prince): Yeah, another repeat, but can we get some salutes in the chat for my boy Soren? A true trooper, he endured all the abusive shit he was getting from his father, decided to do the right thing™ by leaving him behind, and now he’s such a badass at it! I’m still pretty much worried about his sister, Claudia, but it makes me very happy to see my boy fighting for global peace.

10) Kass (The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild): I just love him a lot. I found myself several times spending north of 10 minutes just listening to him playing that accordion time and time again on different beautiful places.

Phew! That took a lot longer than I anticipated. Now I tag @skull001 @xsailormobian @isakthedragon @imilenium @isakthedragon and... and... well, I give up, anyone else that wants to do it please go ahead and have fun!

#sonic the hedgehog #tdp #castlevania #the legend of zelda #celeste #the witcher #bioshock infinite #multifandom #yeah now it shows that i spend more time playing games that watching series or movies #a:tla

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rhetoricalrogue · 5 years ago

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Character D&D Class

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Tagged by @chuckhansen thank you! Tagging @potatocrab, @alittlestarling, @bimollymauks, @out-of-the-embers and anyone else who would like to join in!

Going with the Cousins Trevelyan in age order, since I haven’t done anything for them in a while!

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽 » toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳 » homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks

𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲 » list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams

𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙳 » bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants

𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 » goosebumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most

𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙺 » always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, a breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things

𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽 » school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 » herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people

𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴 » flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything

𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁 » infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺 » knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, key smashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long

𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳 » piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecision, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day

𝙵𝙸��𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 » goosebumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most

#chuckhansen #tagged meme #the cousins trevelyan #ravena trevelyan #rolfe trevelyan #vincent trevelyan #ada trevelyan #sorry it took me forever to do this!

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ss-squad-au-real-world-stories · 6 years ago

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Ch. 4

The following storyline is one big roller coaster ride of emotions. It will have its ups and it will have its downs. It will have its OMG moments and cliffhangers. Lots of cliffhangers (how else do you expect me to keep ya coming back?) there will be angst, drama, action, mystery, and possible love. Not sure on that yet, we’ll see where it goes. I will do my best to keep the language down. I’m not fond of using the F’ bomb, but words like bitch and asses may be tossed around. That’s about the most of it, but nothing too profane. I know that some of ya’s are under 18. So as to not get myself or you in too much trouble, I’ll do my best to keep the language in check. Just know that this story is all over the place and you read at your own risk. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

Logan parked the car in the alleyway behind the theater, “So why are we here exactly?” asked Patton, as he got out of the car.

“Well for one, I have more outfits to choose from here.” Replied Roman as he keyed in the passcode to deactivate the alarm. He then took out his key and unlocked the door. “And two, as Logan had mentioned earlier, if the reporters were at the hospital, they’re probably staking out where we live as well.” He motioned for his friends to enter the theater.

“Lucky for us, your family has this place then, or else your plan probably wouldn’t work.” joked Logan. Roman let out a troubled sigh “Funny you say that, last month when I visited my folks. I heard my Uncle trying to talk my old man into selling this place.” Patton let out a gasp “What?! No! This is where we all met as kids.” Roman gave him a hug. “Don’t worry your Cinnabon head. I'm doing all I can to keep him from going through with it. So far, he's not giving into my villain of an uncle.”

Virgil walked over to the stage, he ran his hand along it and let out a small mischievous giggle “Do you remember when we figured out how the trap door worked before Roman’s folks did and we rigged a disappearing act?” Logan let out a pained groan “How can I forget, I landed wrong and was in the hospital for a month.”

Patton pulled away from Roman’s embrace and started laughing. “What?” Roman asked. Patton smiled at him “Remember when we got to try the aerial rigging?!” Roman closed his eyes and smiled “Oh my gosh, yes. Now a day’s it doesn't seem like we would fly that high but as kids. Ah as kids, it was like flying to Neverland.” He ran up the center stage stairs and started to spin and dance around on the stage.

“Do your folks still hold Drama Camp Sessions?” asked Logan.

“Yeah. Sometimes they call me in to hold seminars on acting. All the children are really sweet! Unfortunately, like this summer, there's been a decline in participants. Hence why my dad is considering on selling.” He walked off stage, now talking more to himself “Now where did I put that box from Legally Blonde. AH YEAH, there it is.” He walked back out and motioned for the others to follow him.

Once they were circling the box with him, he opened it “So I was thinking I could go as Elle Woods and you could dress up as the sorority sisters!” he held out a wig to Virgil who backed away waving his arms. “Oh no, you’re not putting me in a dress again.” He said.

“Again?” asked Logan with a raised eyebrow.

Virgil stood there blushing “That's not important right now.” He spat “So, uh Roman, you have anything else?” Roman scratched his head in thought “hmmm... How about Troy from High School Musical?”

“How about no,” said Virgil.

“Do you have the outfits from the Producers still?” asked Patton.

Roman smiled at him “Oh yeah! I forgot we performed that last winter, great idea Patton. Follow me!” he led them to an elevator that took them up two floors to a hall of doors. He walked down the hall and went through a door on his left, it was filled with racks of clothes. “I still haven't cataloged all of this yet. May I recommend staying away from the Nazi outfits though.”

Virgil read a tag on a black garment bag. “Got mine. Brb.”

Patton quickly grabbed an outfit “Oh I like this one” he giggled and quickly left the room.

Logan barely caught a glimpse at what Patton had grabbed. “Did he just grab the...” Roman closed his eyes “Yeah I think he did.” Logan bolted from the room yelling “Patton the Indian Chief Outfit isn't a disguise option!” a moment passed, and Logan came back in with Patton pouting behind him. He hung the outfit back up and walked around the racks he then pulled out a Victorian suit. “How about this?”

Logan shook his head “You do understand why that won't work, correct?”

“But it's so cool looking.” Whined Patton. Virgil Walked into the room wearing a suit with a trench coat and Max Bialystock's hat. He laid his hand on Patton’s shoulder “The idea is to blend in buddy, not stick out.”

Roman nodded his head in approval “Lookin good Virge! Here ya go Padre.” He hands him Jeremy's outfit from Be More Chill. “I’ve no clue how that got in here, but it’ll work for you.”

Logan held up a grey garment bag “I think I'll go with Leo's outfit, it looks like it'll fit me better.”

Virgil looked at Roman “Who you going as Roman?” Roman held up a red garment bag and tried to read the tag “Uhm, looks like Slugworth from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. I seriously need to catalog this room.”

After they had gotten their costumes on, Patton gathered the others on stage and took a selfie of them for remembrance. There was a knock on the back door. “Anyone expecting company?” he asked confused.

“It's probably Rem. I phoned him while you were changing and asked if he could bring his dad's car and give us a ride to the courthouse since it's a vehicle no one's seen us in.”

“Way to think ahead Virgil.” Complimented Logan. Virgil just shrugs his shoulders and goes and opens the door. Remy walks in and looks everyone over. “Nicely done ladies. Especially you Cuz. (he claws the air at Virgil) Fierce.” Virgil’s face deadpans at his cousin’s comment.

“I'm changing.” He turns to leave, but Roman grabs him by the arm. “No time Mr. Bialystock, our audience awaits.”

“What audience?” asked Remy “You four do realize that today is only Saturday right? I tried to tell Virgil, but he hung up before I could and then his phone kept going to voicemail.” The four friends looked at Remy as if they were told he hit a puppy on his way there.

“So, what do we do now?” asked Patton. Virgil started to pace “Something, we can’t let him go trial.” Everyone stood in thought. “What time is his trial on Monday?” asked Logan. “Last I heard eleven am,” replied Remy.

“Then we’ll be there just as the courthouse opens.” Said Logan.

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rhina988 · 7 years ago

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The Heart Wants What It Wants - Chapter 21

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Chapter 20

Nicole’s POV

Buzz, buzz

Half awake I started patting my hands over the nightstand searching for my cell-phone that was ringing off the hook.

“What?!” with half-sleepy voice I barely succeeded to say a word, furious at whoever was waking me up.

“Um... sorry for waking you up... at 11 a.m. but I just wanted to see if we’re on for today,” Maya said almost chuckling, and I immediately jumped off the bed.

“11 o’clock... What the...” I was shocked at how I was able to sleep in, “umm... yes. One o’clock at our restaurant?”

“OK, see you then,” Maya said officially, probably realizing she shouldn’t have reacted the way she did. We were not friends anymore, and she acted as if she was allowed to tease me even just a little.

Dropping the phone on my bed, I pressed my temples, trying to figure out how I fell asleep so hard. Looking through the room, I saw a bottle of pills lying on my nightstand. I must’ve taken a few pills more than I was prescribed, and now here we are. I was dealing with some serious case of insomnia lately, and I thought sleeping pills will help me fall asleep, but not knock me out for more than 12 hours.

Luckily, it was Saturday, and I wasn’t going to work, otherwise I’d have some serious explaining to do. It’s enough that probably the entire company knows about me and Lucas, and the last thing I needed was to add another scandal to my resume.

Picking myself up, I went to the bathroom and I wasn’t the least pleased with what I saw in the mirror. My dark circles were really on a roll, and my face was pale as if I haven’t seen the light of day in a year. After washing my face, I took a long shower and washed my hair to help me get back to life. This was one of the longest sleeps I’ve had in ages, and it didn’t feel as good as I thought it would. Nevertheless, I needed to look decent and act as if I was feeling amazing, because the conversation Maya and I were about to have is going to be anything but easy.

Jared’s POV

Knock, knock

“Come in!”

“Hey bro, you’re not sleeping yet?” Shannon walked into my room, looking all mysterious.

“No, I can’t fall asleep,” I said and exhaled, “I’ve been trying to take my mind off that paparazzo shots that were taken today and that girl hugging me...so I took a few selfies for Snapchat... but it’s not working... nothing can keep me from tormenting myself with what Nicole might think when she sees the pics.”

“I saw your Snapchat, that’s why I came by. You didn’t look so well, and I knew something was bothering you. I figured you’d be concerned about that. Are the pictures online yet?”

I just nodded, pressing my lips together.

“That’s not good. Has Nicol texted you anything? Do you think she saw it?”

“I don’t know Shannon,” I said in frustration, jumping off the bed, “my mind is filled with all these random thoughts and I just hope Nicole will stay away from all the news until we’re back. I just know she will misinterpret everything.... and on top of everything I feel like shit because of this flu...” I started pacing across the room, running my fingers through my hair as my breathing picked up the pace and I started to cough a little. The nervousness was consuming me and all I could do is just sit here and wait until we’re back home in a few days.

“Well, at least we’ll be back the day after tomorrow and you can deal with everything then. You spoke over the phone, she said you’re her priority and from what I’ve heard there’s little that can really take her away from you.” Shannon was trying to console me, but I knew Nicole. Just a glance at that photo and she’ll be back to that you’re having a girl in every country of the world story.

“You should give her some credit, J. I know she was too harsh on you lately, and you can’t really blame her for not trusting you, I mean you are a rock start after all. But what I’m trying to say is that she felt how it would be to actually lose you, and I think that she’d do everything to always work on issues you might have, from now on. She won’t allow herself to jump to the conclusions anymore.”

I listened and just waved my head in disbelief.

“Shan, you’re my brother, and I love you, but you’re such a sucker for girls... you really don’t know them. She’s a woman, a beautiful, smart and confident woman. The last thing she’d do after seeing me smiling and hugging another girl is think, Hmm, look, what a cute fangirl. No, she’ll think it’s one of my go-to girls I fuck when I’m in the country.”

Nicole’s POV

It was almost 1 o’clock and I was in a cab, driving to the restaurant. My head suddenly started to pulse, causing an annoying discomfort. Just what I needed, more problems to make me nervous. I really wanted to go see Maya relaxed, but today was out to get me with its headaches, oversleeping and God knows what else.

Stepping out of the cab, I saw a few reporters starting to run towards me once I was outside. Fortunately, I was only a few steps away from the entrance, and before they were able to take any major shots, I was inside.

“Hey,” I said breathing rapidly after rushing inside and through the restaurant, looking for Maya.

“Hi, are you OK,” Maya asked in surprise seeing me all flustered.

“Yeah,... it’s just these crazy paparazzi... I have no idea why they came after me like that,” I said and sat down, taking a sip of water that was already on the table.

“I took the liberty to order us some pasta. I hope you don’t mind,” Maya said with a smile.

“It’s fine, I’m kinda hungry actually”

“OK, so what I wanted to say is that Lucas and I are...” the moment she mentioned the two of them together my face turned several colors, “... we never meant to hurt anyone.”

“Yeah, that’s what all the cheating ba...” refraining myself from calling them “bastards” and insulting them, I bit my tongue and continued,”...couples ...say.”

“I know it’s a cliché, but it’s true. I liked him for a long time, and I know I shouldn’t have. You know better than anyone that when the heart wants something, there’s not much you can do against it,” Maya was becoming more nervous by the second, and I could see she really was feeling remorseful.

“For how long?” I asked angrily.

“What?”

“How long have you two been ... together?”

“Does it really matter? I mean you two are finished and...”

“How. Long. Maya.” I asked through gritted teeth, squeezing a fork, and she just gulped at my reaction.

“Almost a year,” she blurred it out hoping she would be able to continue, “but only the last...”

“Stop!” I almost screamed, “I don’t care when the things became serious or however you want to call it. I just wanted to know for how long he pretended to love me and planned a wedding with me while he was screwing you.”

At that moment, the waiter came with our orders, which couldn’t be the better timing for us to catch a breath. After he was gone, we just sat there for a minute not speaking and letting our thoughts and feelings settle down.

“It’s all water under the bridge now. I am with Jared, Lucas is with .... you,” I said rolling my eyes, “and that’s it.”

“And what about you and me?” Maya asked with tears in her eyes.

“There’s no you and me, Maya, we’re done.”

“No, Nicole, don’t say that, please.”

“I will be here for you if you ever need any kind of help, but we’re not friends. We can’t be friends after this. You betrayed me, and you don’t deserve my friendship. I’ll forgive you, but I can’t and won’t forget. You’ll just have to accept that.”

“You can really throw away more than a decade of friendship, just like that?” she asked with trembling voice.

“If you could, why couldn’t I?”

“Nicole... I never...”

“The road to hell is paved with good intentions, and you saying you never meant to hurt me is kinda ridiculous. What if Jared and I hadn’t met, and if Lucas and I have got married? Huh? Would you have still continue to screw him, and become his mistress?” I asked matter-of-factly.

“I don’t know... I guess I secretly hoped you wouldn’t marry him,” she was honest for the first time in forever.

“That’s why you encouraged Jared’s and mine relationship, and gave him my number, didn’t you?”

“Yes. I never saw you as happy as you were in Mexico, and something was telling me that you and Lucas just weren’t made for each other. I love him, Nicole, I really do. I didn’t think that would happen, because truth be told, everything started out as just sex, fun and reckless excitement. But I love him now.”

I was shocked to hear that. In her entire life, Maya only loved one guy, and everyone else was just a fling. This confession really got to me.

“Wow, I had no idea... I’m sort of glad you are in a good place now, but I still don’t think we can be friends again. Just try to understand me, and look at things from my perspective.”

“OK, I’ll respect your decision, and hope you’ll just change your mind.”

“Thank you, now let’s eat I’m famished.”

Before I could even take a bite of my lunch, the damn phone buzzed and it was Twitter again. I forgot to turn off those damn notifications and now I was definitely going to do it. Unfortunately, I couldn’t hold back from checking out that notification and when I saw the news my heart almost stopped. A picture of Jared and a girl smiling and hugging in Moscow.

I knew this day was going to be too much for me to handle.

Chapter 22

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troutdancer · 7 years ago

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I Just Met Tre Cool!

Ok, so this post is more for me than for the internet. But since I haven’t been good about keeping up with my journal, I’m going to post this here so that I can try to remember as many details as I can. But honestly, I was so nervous and inwardly freaking out that the details are fuzzy and the chronology is definitely all screwed up. So basically I was closing at the restaurant tonight. Diego closed with me, so I hung out with him for a bit once I was off the clock, since he was waiting for Roger, the bartender and his best friend. By the time we actually walked out the door, it was almost midnight. I get to my car and check my phone and see a text from Jess. She was at our favorite bar, M (keeping the details vague so Tre can have some semblance of anonymity), because Annie wanted to see her friend’s band play. Jess texts me a video of Tre Cool playing drums in this band, I guess as a guest spot, and tells me that he’s at the bar. Check the time of the text, 11:06. I’m cursing myself for staying after work with Diego and Roger and start driving as fast as I can towards M. I get there, find Jess and Annie, and ask if he’s still there. We look around, don’t see him, so we get up to go check the quiet side of the bar. Sure enough he’s there! He’s playing darts with a friend and his wife and another friend are sitting at a high top table watching. I walk up awkwardly, wanting to talk to him but not knowing how to breach a conversation and also feeling bad for interrupting. So please forgive me, because the details are probably going to start getting jumbled now. He can tell I’m loitering towards him so I say “I just wanted to tell you how much I love what you do” and he says something along the lines of “Thank you, I love what you do too”. I offer to buy him a drink, he says he’s good. I feel like maybe we had another line of dialogue, can’t remember what was said, but his wife chimes in and says “Oh, her name is Sarah too!” (I was still in my uniform, still wearing my name tag). I turn to her and say “Yeah, I actually met both of you about a year and a half ago. You came into my restaurant (insert name, but like I said, trying to be discreet for his sake- don’t want people trying to stalk him or anything)” They LITERALLY say “Oh yeah! We kind of remember you! Nice to see you again” (inward death forever). I’m feeling like I’m interrupting, wanting to try to wrap things up, so I ask “Would it be weird if I asked for a selfie? I’m sorry” and he goes “Sure no problem” and hands his darts to his friend, chiding her that she better not throw them. Then Sarah asks if I would like her to take the picture. I say “Sure, if you don’t mind. Thank you so much!” And she says “No problem, I’m getting really good and this pointing and clicking thing”. Tre says let’s take the picture with the dart boards in the background because it will look cool like we just had a really mean competitive darts game. Now I’m not sure if I’m supposed to be looking “mean” in the picture or normal smiling. I ask but don’t get an answer, opt for smiling. Sarah takes the picture, it doesn’t turn out, turns flash on, says it turned out really good. I don’t even check it, too nervous. I thank them both profusely, start trying to leave. Don’t remember if they said something else, but I tell him “You guys were great at the Rose Bowl”. He looks really, truly pleased and says “Oh, you were there?” And I said “Yes and you guys were fantastic!” and he jokes that it wasn’t them it was just the fireworks. And I insist that no, they were great although I wasn’t crazy about the Rose Bowl’s purse policy. And then he tells me “Yeah, I was so pissed about that. Our tour manager didn’t tell us until that morning and I knew it was going to be a problem. That was not us, it was the venue.” The friend didn’t know what was going on, so Sarah and I started filling her in about the purse policy. I said how frustrated I was, that I missed the first half hour of the show because of it. Tre said “well at least we managed a 2 hour set that night” and I said “yeah” and smiled. The Tre said that it was bullshit, that the Rose Bowl just wants to make money off selling people clear purses and that Green Day didn’t see any of that money, that they didn’t like that policy. I agreed and told them that I was number 930 to check my bag so they had to have made at least 9300 dollars. Sarah and the friend said that they wouldn’t have felt comfortable leaving their purses with all those people anyways and I told them how I emptied the whole thing out before checking it. I told them I literally would have throw my purse away if I hadn’t brought my record purse from South Africa that had sentimental value. Then I told them how I was so excited about the show, I had been talking about it at work non-stop for two weeks. And that all my coworkers asked me how Green Day was and I stressed that GREEN DAY was amazing but that I hated the Rose Bowl. I told them that my friends were telling me I should call and complain and try to get a refund, I said that my mom said I should try to contact Green Day directly because they probably wouldn’t like this policy either. Then I said “I told her ‘how am I supposed to get in contact with Green Day?’ Who would have ever thought I’d get to tell the source directly?” Sarah laughed and Tre said “Well you can tell your mom that we were very upset too. Hey, at least we’ve played there. Now we can say we’ve done it and we never have to do it again.” (Good, because I don’t want to have to go to the Rose Bowl ever again if I can help it). Then Sarah asked if I still work at my restaurant. I told her yes, that I actually just came from work, which is why I’m still in my uniform. She said that they love to come in there for Raiders games, that it must have been a Raiders game the last time they came in when I met them. I said that they should ask for me the next time they come in. She asked if I work Sundays. (crying forever) I told her that I don’t, I hang out with my mom on Sundays, that she and I are very close if she couldn’t tell from what I’d been saying. But if they are ever in on a Thursday for football to ask for me. Tre chimes in from his darts game and says “but we can watch the Thursday games from our own home” (didn’t quite make sense to me - why can’t he watch Sunday games from home?) And then I said, “Well either way, ask for me the next time you come in. I work on Sundays on occasion.” She says “We will.” (*screaming inside my head*) I thank them again and they tell me “Nice to meet you again.” Then just like last time, I compliment Sarah’s hat (it was like a leather pageboy cap with all these pins and patches on it). I tell her she always has the most beautiful hats. She laughs, says she’s just trying to cover up her head all the time apparently. I tell her “Well, it’s really cute.” I think I thanked them again, maybe told them to have a good night? Left. Went to the other side of the bar. Found Jess. I was shaky, hot, my chest was flaming red, giving off crazy heat. Jess laughed, hugged me, teased me. I sat at the bar, checked the photo, ordered an Angry Orchard to calm my nerves. Sent the picture to some of the important people: Mom, Heather, Jamin, Diego-because I thought he’d appreciate it. While I was sitting there trying to calm down, I saw my first ever bar fight. Two drunk middle aged guys, fighting because the one guy thought the other was hitting on his wife. Jason was on it pretty fast- fight lasted like 10 seconds. Still exciting. So now I’m here, freaking out over how this evening went. I am 100% sure that there are probably bits I’m forgetting or misremembering. I wouldn’t assume any of the phrases was exactly accurate. This is more the gist of things. When I’m that nervous and excited, my brain gets fuzzy. Anyways, I’m dying forever. If they really do come in and ask for me, I will probably have a freaking heart attack. Maybe I should start requesting to work during the Raiders games.

#green day #tre cool #freaking out #all time favorite

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elmyre · 7 years ago

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Tagged by @belovedyuuri (Thank you!! ^^ I’m sorry about getting to this so late, stress + my usual habit of putting things off/straight up forgetting things constantly has been getting to me)

Rules:

1) Always post the rules. 2) Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you. 3) Write 11 questions of your own. 4) Tag 11 people.

I’ll just tag @sakuracat96 @wheredidvictorleavemenow @peanut-musings @gotvodka @l3monsoda @mostladylikeladythateverladied @dragonsrulemyheart and anyone else who wants to answer my questions (if I tagged you and you don’t want to do it that’s fine too)

1. What is the last song you listened to on repeat?

I’m not usually the type to put songs on repeat just cause I get tired of them really quickly but last one was Cherry Wine by Hozier cause omg how amazing is that song????? ; ;

2. Which Yuri on Ice fanfic would you recommend to somebody who’s never read yoi fanfic before?

I mean I’d definitely say the Rivals Series (a canon divergent series of fics with some delicious angst) cause it’s my absolute favorite and I’d pretty much recommend those fics to EVERYBODY but there’s also AU fics like The Merman in my Private Bath (merman Victor and human Yuuri AU with very cute art sprinkled in the chapters) and Expomise (amazing Harry Potter AU) that are just so unbelievably fluffy and sweet. There’s also really good long fics like Met by Accident (the title says it all but the fic itself has a nice balance of romance and angst and friend/familial relationships + it has some Otayuri + the original characters the author made are so extremely lovable). Starstruck is another favorite of mine as well (Actor/Single Dad Victor and his adopted son Yurio meet new babysitter Yuuri, it’s also hilarious and one of the very first fics I read when I started reading YoI fics) I’d keep going since there are so many more fics I’ve read and loved but this is long enough as is so I’ll cut it off here. If anyone who is reading this wants some more personal recommendations feel free to hmu via asks or pm’s ;D

3. You can take any smell (and I mean any smell) and make a candle out of it. What would the candle smell like?

You know that scent in the air at the beginning of spring where everything smells really earthy and fresh? That smell.

4. Your comfort book/fic/movie/TV show that you indulge in when you need a ‘pick me up’ is…

Okay it’s totally Yuri on Ice XD I rewatched the entire thing not too long ago since I’ve been worrying myself too much recently and my poor sleep deprived brain keeps making me dream about the upcoming YoI movie and I really just needed something to hold me over

5. What is your headcanon for Yuuri and Phichit’s first meeting?

(You know, I’m really loving all these YoI related questions XD) I have actually never even thought of that before now but I’d like to think it started when Phichit and Yuuri first became roommates in their college days, when Yuuri had first moved to Detroit. Yuuri was so incredibly nervous to be in an entirely new country with people who speak a completely different language and rooming with someone who he barely knew. So he set his bags down in front of the door to his new shared room, and barely even a second after knocking the door swings open and there’s a crazy excited Phichit on the other side. He goes, “Yuuri, you’re finally here!!! Hold these.” And dumps some hamsters into his arms before grabbing his selfie stick, throwing an arm around Yuuri’s shoulder, and snapping a “First Day with the New Roomie” selfie. Yuuri is absolutely reeling while Phichit just carries his bags in for him and helps him move in while telling him about the hamsters. He even helps Yuuri with his Victor posters while Yuuri begins to talk about his poodle and they share stories about their families back home. He starts out so shy and awkward (and kinda overwhelmed by Phichit being so giddy and talkative) but by the end of the night he’s really happy he gets to room with him.

Also, Phichit totally gave Yuuri a framed picture of their first selfie a year after he moves in, along with a very sweet message. He may or may not shed some tears over it.

6. Have you ever named a pet/plushie/object after a character from YOI? What was it and why did you choose that name?

Uuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh does the Yuuri nendoroid count?

7. Your top 5 headcanons for what life at the Katsuki-Nikiforovs’ place looks like?

They’ve got a bunch of sticky notes around the house. Just everywhere. Victor is a very forgetful person and I’d imagine that Yuuri leaves them for him so he doesn’t forget important things, like meetings or chores. Victor really appreciates it, especially when Yuuri writes a little heart at the end.

They totally massage each other’s feet after a hard day of practice. No question.

On a similar train of thought, Victor probably does a lot of things for Yuuri that he brushes off as just looking after him for “”“Coaching Reasons””” like running him warm baths or tucking him in or bringing food to him in bed. But really Victor just loves spoiling Yuuri. Yuuri appreciates Victor’s sweetness as long as he doesn’t go overboard, like putting his slippers on his feet or carrying him to the bathroom in the morning. Which Victor has definitely done. More than once.

Anyone who walks into their house without knowing either of them very well would probably think that all the toys strewn out across the living room floor are for their child. They would be mistaken. They’re all for the dog.

When Yuuri first came to stay with Victor in St. Petersburg, after having spent about a year back at his old home in Hasetsu, he begins feeling a little homesick. Victor notices how Yuuri sometimes looks a bit sad and quiet when they’re just relaxing at home, so Victor finds some old Japanese music that Yuuri used to love and asks Yuuri to dance with him. It ended up putting a huge smile on Yuuri’s face for a long while afterwards, and it became a regular activity for them to do when they want to take their minds off something, get some extra exercise, or just have a little fun. They have a playlist with hundreds of songs set up for it now.

8. Have you drunk water recently? Eaten something? Taken your meds? Untensed? Please do so if you haven’t.

I mean that hardly qualifies as a question but omg that is so sweet?????? ; ; Thank you <333

9. What is the one quote/song lyric/poem that resonates with you?

“And in the middle of the night when you’re on your own,

I’m chasing down light in the indigo,

It’s just the way you are when you’re overgrown...

...And I will never let you go.”

A quote from this amazing song, which the creators also explained a bit about on their facebook if you wanna check it out!

10. If you could effortlessly learn one skill in no time at all, what would it be?

I never really have time anymore to study languages so I’d totally try and learn either fluent Spanish or Japanese (since I really want to travel to Mexico or Japan someday)

11. What is the one question you wish people asked you? What is the answer?

I mean this isn’t really a question with a specific answer, but I’m so absolutely awful with asking other people for help when I need it, so I’d appreciate it if people asked me if they could help me with something. And then I’d say YES I’VE BEEN WAITING SO LONG EVEN THOUGH I KNOW I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE ONE TO ASK FIRST BUT ANYWAY

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My questions would be:

What events are happening this year/next year that you’re looking forward to?

If you could drop everything and go somewhere right now without consequences or limitations, where would you go? What would you do?

What is your favorite mythical creature?

Do you have a song/playlist that you listen to for relaxation? If so, what is it?

What do you usually do when you have trouble falling asleep?

What was your favorite toy/game to play as a child?

Your opinion on wearing socks?

How do you like your coffee or tea?

If you’ve ever done cosplay before, who did you cosplay as most recently? If you’ve never done it before, what is your dream cosplay?

Who is the fictional character that you most relate to, and how are you two alike?

What is the most fond memory you have from the past few years?

#my memory is absolute garbage I'm so sorry #also apologizing to the people I tagged who have to read through my YoI answers even if y'all might not like it #I just #*clenches fist*#REALLY heckin love that show #yuri on ice #victuri

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thissupposedcrime · 8 years ago

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jealous of the nights (that I don’t spend with you) (wip)

When Yuri is nine, he names his cat Puma Tiger Scorpion. He never regrets it.

In hindsight, that sort of behavior was a neon bright sign of things to come.

“You haven’t spoken to me in three days because you had a dream I liked someone else?” Otabek’s sigh is heavy.

“A nightmare,” Yuri corrects cooly, unsure if his tone should be outraged or Lilia-Pointed-but-Proper.

Yuri’s not one to victim blame, but honestly, Beka should have expected something like this from him.

(pieces of a sequel to every time I try, every time I win that I’m working on)

When Yuri is nine, he names his cat Puma Tiger Scorpion.

A decade later, he stands by the decision.

In hindsight, that sort of behavior was a neon bright sign of things to come.

“You haven’t spoken to me in three days because you had a dream I liked someone else?” Otabek’s sigh is heavy.

“A nightmare,” Yuri corrects cooly, unsure if his tone should be outraged or Lilia-Pointed-but-Proper.

Yuri’s not one to victim blame, but honestly, Beka should have expected something like this from him.

Let’s bring this story back to the start, then the present.

Yuri at seventeen: cheeks flushed by the Russian cold, by the embarrassment that trails him like a shadow whenever Victor hangs off Yuuri, mouth bitten red, first by his own angry teeth as he gnaws down on the vile oaths he wants to hurt at the chests of men who catch Otabek’s attention, and later by Otabek’s own mouth, soothing because of the force, the intensity of kissing Yuri back; golds, silvers, and bronzes pretty collars around his neck when his limbs aren’t out of control.

Yuri at twenty: cheeks flushed from Mila’s prodding about Otabek, a metaphorical battering ram going through his phone and sending selfies to Otabek and hosting a password protected group chat of Katsuki, Victor, and Mila on Yuri’s phone; mouth bitten red because at some point during his tenure with Yakov he learned silence was a viable option but goddamn is it hard, mouth bitten red to match the trail of hickeys under his clothes; golds and silvers, no room for bronze, pretty collars around his neck, swan graceful once again and the apple of Lilia’s eye.

Otabek in the years before, during, and after: Yuri’s.

Unfortunately, it’s Yuri himself who occasionally forgets that fact.

Day Six

The thing is, Mila doesn’t call. Text him vague threats when he first began dating Yuri, speaking not just for her own protective instincts but also the vengeful wrath of the Russian Skating Federation, specifically members coached by Yakov? Absolutely. Tag him across the spectrum of social media accounts he is lovingly bullied to use at least once a month? Constantly. Send him adorable pictures as Yuri cuddles with his cat or breathtakingly lovely images of Yuri, taken as his back creates a graceful arc on the ice? Happily and with pleasure. So when he ends practice to see three missed calls, two voice mails, and a few texts, his heart plummets out of his body, sinking past the changing room floor, to the core of the earth. Yuri. His Yuri. Famed composure abandons him as his fingers shake, thumb pressing the call button. He can’t control his limbs long enough to remove his second skate. The taste of bile might be permanently ingrained on his tongue at this rate, a disgust he will gladly cope with the moment someone reassures him Yuri hasn’t wound up in the hospital or the local jail. He’s not sure which is less plausible.

God he hopes it’s jail. “Otabek!” Mila’s voice calls him to attention, almost sing-song as it separates the syllables of his name. Immediately, Otabek’s panic mellows, a dull thrum instead of a thumping beat. “Is Yuri okay?” His voice doesn’t waver, but he still can’t manage to stop the nervous twitch of his fingers. “Your boyfriend is being especially bratty,” she declares, and Otabek realizes he’s in for a new hell. Normally, Mila refuses to claim Yuri as one of hers when he’s being a dick, but she sounds happier than past experiences allow. Her voice is musical, teasing, and Otabek understands Yuri can hear them. Faintly, “You hag! Put down your damn phone and check your makeup. The wrinkles are showing!” echoes across the miles between Almaty and St. Petersburg. “See? Such an ugly mood for our Yura,” she croons, and clearly he has become spectator not participant. “HANG UP THE PHONE!” “No!” There’s a crash in the background, more shrieks. Otabek puts the phone on speaker and places it on the locker room bench while he sips his water, grateful to lose the sick taste in his mouth from before. He’s managed to remove his other skate and change his shirt before Mila returns, victorious in abandoning Yuri but simultaneously riling him up with the knowledge Otabek is about to know something. Otabek is glad his relationship with his family does not reflect in the Mila-Yuri dynamic. “Ah, that was fun.” She sounds winded for a professional athlete, but Otabek doesn’t comment, slightly impatient for her to tell him about Yuri now that he’s calmed. “Is Yuri okay?” He starts again. “You tell me.” “I don’t understand.” “Has Yuri been off when you speak?” Mila asks, no longer breathless. Ah. This indeed is something for him to deal with. “What has he done?” “I have a list,” she announces brightly. A brief cough, a hum of her throat follow, and Otabek wonders if there’s something in the water at Yakov’s rink considering his least dramatic student of the past decade was Georgi Popovich. (Yuri is the love of his life, but he thrives on dysfunction to an alarming extent. Otabek understands this and accepts it as best he’s able; it is why they’ve managed to stay together for the past three years.) “To start, he refused to leave practice yesterday. Victor chased him around for nearly twenty minutes until he caught him and dragged him off. Did you see my upload?” “No, but I’ll check when we’re done speaking.” He hopes it isn’t on Instagram. He doesn’t want to deal with the comments from Yuri’s fans.

“It’s on Instagram!”

Naturally.

“Yuri keeps growling at one of our skaters, a boy named Dmitry. We’ve found him crying under a table in the break room four times this week. For some reason, he’s wearing a helmet and runs out of the room whenever Yuri enters. Do you know about that?”

“I forgot you had a Dmitry at your rink,” Otabek replies flatly, memory blank as he tries to recall Yuri ever mentioning a Dmitry.

“Yuri calls him Tiny Bastard if that helps?” Mila offers, and Otabek sighs.

It does. Tragically, it does.

That damn dream.

Sometimes Otabek wonders if he’s become more dramatic since Yuri twirled his way into the center of his universe.

This phone call is all the proof he needs.

“Those pains in the ass are talking about kids!” Yuri shouts across the kitchen, voice somewhat tinny over the speakerphone, hands busy making dinner.

“They’re getting another dog?” Otabek replies, half listening as he reviews the new diet plan suggested for him, nose wrinkling in disappointment in his own kitchen in Almaty.

“I trust them with poodles,” Otabek hears a faint huff and pictures Yuri blowing stray wisps of blond hair out of his face. It brings up a pang of longing and another needless reminder of the long month since their last reunion.

“A human child Beka.”

“You’ll always be my favorite Yura.” It’s an achingly sincere statement.

“That’s not-” A loud exhale. “Thank you, but don’t start with that. I’m the only one who realizes how unhealthy codependency is apparently. I’m worried about what they’d do to a child, not what their child would do to me.”

“I’m confident they wouldn’t send it cowering under a kitchen table in the break room four times a week,” Otabek offers and hums an acknowledgement while Yuri starts cursing Mila’s name.

Guess who remembered she needs to get back into writing Yuri on Ice if she ever wants to finish soldier boy

For those of you unfamiliar with my past work, Otabek references a fit Yuri threw after having a dream Otabek, his boyfriend and later fiancee, was in love with a Russian skater, one he never even met. From there, an anon begged me to write this.

I felt this would be a better attempt at remembering the voices and characterization than a WIP so well liked but also on such a long hiatus (soldier boy).

also my friend @dizzytea said the original story is a comfort fic so I thought I’d bring more joy.

gonna try to have this out this by this time next week, if not sooner if I can keep it under 8k.

#otayuri #my writing #otabek altin #yuri plisetsky

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sweetchildhooddreams · 8 years ago

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can you believe I’ve just reached my first hundred? because I can’t. it still feels like dream, ‘cause only a few months ago I created my first blog and now there is a hundred of different people who had clicked on a “follow” button. I’m deeply grateful to you all! I swear, every person means a universe to me. what is more, I had a unique chance to meet amazing people whom I appreciate with all my heart. some of them became my mutuals. even if we don’t talk often, I still love you, guys!!

@andrewjsten you was the first aftg blog I’ve followed. I don’t remember how had I found you, but it took only a few seconds to hit “follow” due to your coolness. and I have never regretted this choice of mine, honestly, you’re such a nice and gifted person (your last kevneil writing was out of this world). oh, anf how can I forget about cute smile of yours? your selfies can enlighten anybody’s mood. so that I strongly wish you would be happy too!! @exychamp morgan, my moon and sun. I hope you know how wonderful you are, because, okay, you was the first person I had enough courage to talk to. frankly speaking, those attempts were horrible. I fucked everything up, however, you explained me it’s okay to make mistakes instead. that people aren’t perfect and everything you need is keep going. I’m still thankful for this. and, of course, I can’t help but mention that your hands are made of gold. you write, make moodboards and always come up with awesome ideas. when I’d scrolled through your blog for the first time, I was like “man, she’s a literal goddess”; so talented you are. @booksgivemelifeiswear camila!! girl, I can’t express my love for you... our conversations are definitely worth living for. I like the tiniest details about you: from what is your favourite disney song to your love for cold weather. just... you’re so incredible, that I can’t hide the smile while reading your messages. I’m so cheered I met you, really. therefore, let’s continue discussing different stuff and express our emotions through those discussions, because they are a part of the cool side of my life. love you ~

@nathanieljostn due to the ask I sent you some time ago, now I have a lucky opportunity to communicate with such an interesting person as you. with each reply I wonder what else miracles do you hide. @hanrywinter he~ey, my friend with a marvelous taste in music. thank you for your existence and, well, let’s wait for a new nbt album together :D p.s. I’d do everything for your edits. @frxnkenstein c l a r e. to be honest, I hadn’t been sure if I should send my kevaaron headcanon to you, but I'd done it and then... I understood you’re a magnificent person. you know, you were the first one to call me by my name, and my heart pounds harder every time you write it. when you answer my asks or messages, I consider myself as the happiest human creature on the earth. you make me smile and experience only positive things. wishing you something every morning makes me feel like I’m going to explode. with kindness. because I want the world around you be as okay as they’re allowed.thank you for letting me experience these kind of things. and yes, I consider you and @queenii-llama as the queens of kevaaron. and we’re not discussing it. @reynclds07 cars can bring people together!! I feel comfortable while writing my new spontaneous ideas in the notes of your posts, ‘cause I’m aware that you’ll respond, and somehow the next few minutes of life will be extremely funny and positive. good luck with all your writings and thanks!! @pipedream-truths JORDYN, YOU’RE A MEDICINE FOR MY SOUL. thank you for all the cute and motivating asks c;; @jeanvmoreau the sweetest person with the prettiest tags and writing, taking your breath away. wish all the best to you!! @magnesiumeternity we’ve never talked, but I want to thank you fro being here, anyway c: I’m sure you’re a nice person. @svrows your tags on my posts are a blessing. @jeangel you’re a beautiful gifted sweetheart and I’m glad that we’re mutuals c: and, obviously, thank y’all, my dear followers, you’re significant to me and remember, I love every single human soul. even if haven’t kept in touch before. THANK YOU, YOU ARE AMAZING!!

#asia celebrates #my first celebration oh #don't worry i'll do a list of acceptable prompts soon #it'll be lots of fun #enjoy yourselves!!

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xfirespritex · 8 years ago

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Home Alone Tonight, Part 1

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Story Summary: Told from the POV of the reader, what happens when the reader and her ex are at the same bar and Finn Balor comes to the rescue. Pairing: Finn Balor X OFC Chapter Summary: The night at the bar, laughter, selfies and drama later. Note: Cursing. Mentions of cheating ex’s.

Part 1: A Night Out

I sighed and sat with the bottle in front of me, staring at the label intently as I tried to ignore the laugh from a couple tables away.

My ex, Dash Wilder, was there with his new girlfriend, Summer Rae. It wasn't Summer's fault. Dash and I had purposefully kept our relationship private except for a few friends so that we wouldn't hold each other back in any way.

So when Dash made a move she had no idea he was taken. She found out quickly as I slapped him across the face backstage at an NXT event.

She'd apologized but I'd waved her off, saying it was his fault and telling her to remember he's a cheater if she stays with him. She chose to risk it.

"Did the bottle do somethin' to offend ya'?"

I turned and saw Finn sit next to me, his own drink set down next to mine as he slid into the stool next to me.

I shrugged and motioned my head as a peel of laughter came from Summer. Finn winced and placed a hand on my back. "Do ya want to leave?"

I shook my head no and took a drink. "If Dash is still as predictable as ever they'll be leaving shortly."

Ten minutes later they were gone. I ordered another drink. Finn got himself another and we flunked our drinks together before taking a swig.

"It's not right, what he did to ya," Finn said.

I shrugged.

"Aw, come on Y/N, let's have some fun. Forget about our exes."

I turned and looked at him. "Exes?"

Finn shrugged and took another drink. "She got tired of me always being gone."

I frowned and put my hand over Finn's. "I'm sorry Finn."

"So, what do you say? Wanna shake off the blues together?"

Two hours, many drinks and one karaoke performance to Sugar by Maroon 5 by Finn later we were waiting for an Uber. Finn, to his credit, wasn’t truly drunk and my buzz kept me happy without making me dumb.

"Good thing we're at the same hotel," Finn said.

I laughed and pulled out my phone to check on the arrival time. "Thanks for tonight, Finn."

"You're welcome," he said, smiling as his eyes caught the light. I felt my breath catch at that moment, his eyes having always had that effect on me.

"Picture to commemorate moving on?" He said, taking out his phone as well. I laughed and nodded, posing with him, smiling as he kissed my cheek.

I took one too and smiled down at the image on my screen, feeling my heart flutter as his arm came around my shoulders.

"You know what would be funny?"

"What?" I asked.

"Send that to Dash, show him what he's missing."

I laughed and ran a hand through my hair. "Finn Balor, you are officially drunk."

"Not drunk. I'm being serious. He flaunts Summer around. You should show him you're moving on."

I laughed as the Uber pulled up and spared me from further discussion on the topic.

Finn and I got in and the Uber headed to our hotel nearby and Finn hit a few keys on his phone before putting it away.

"Are you gonna send it?" He asked.

I laughed again. "Finn, I appreciate you trying to cheer me up but it wouldn't be worth Dash freaking out tomorrow, trust me."

"Well I mean he's going to freak out anyway, why not get a personal dig in?"

"Why would he freak out anyway?"

Finn smirked mischievously and I frowned. "What did you do?" I asked.

Finn's smirk only grew.

Quickly I checked my phone and saw Finn had tagged me in a post on Instagram and Twitter. I clicked on the Instagram notification and saw, my eyes wide, at how many likes the picture already had. Comments came in from fans and wrestlers alike as I watched. That's when I saw Finn's caption.

"Thanks to the idiot who lost her, I get to spend the night with this gorgeous woman."

I stared at the caption, at the tag of my username and then looked at Finn.

"Are ya mad? I can take it down if ya want," he said, his accent thick, his eyes sincere.

I laughed. "Finn it already has over 2000 likes and comments. Taking it down won't change anything."

He laughed. "Good, cause I didn't want to take it down."

I laughed at him and the proud look on his face.

We got to the hotel and walked in together Finn's arm going around my waist as we walked. I smiled and leaned into him, enjoying the warmth and feel of him beside me as we walked, feeling the best I had in a while.

"Are you serious?"

I turned and saw Dash stalking across the lobby towards us.

I frowned and looked to Summer who was following after him, trying to deter him from what he had already started.

"Dash come on, baby, let's go to our room," she cooed as she grabbed his arm.

"Real fucking cute Balor. Take it down," Dash said, ignoring her.

Finn blinked as if he didn't understand. "Why? What's it you?"

"You called me an idiot in front if the entire world. You're kissing my girl for all the world to see!"

I stepped forward between them and glared at Dash.

"First, he didn't tag you so the only people who know he's talking about you are people who knew about us. Second, I'm not your girl. Summer is."

Dash stared down at me, anger in his eyes. "So just like that you're over me? Pretty boy here shows up and I mean nothing."

"What is wrong with you?" I asked, pushing him back and going to stand by Summer. She had started crying.

"Go grab your things from your room. You have somewhere else to stay?"

Summer shook her head no. I sighed. "Let's go, Summer. Finn, you got this?"

Finn smirked. "See you upstairs, gorgeous." Dash lunged at Finn but it was quickly avoided and Finn, along with Dawson who had just walked in to see his foolish tag partner acting up, grabbed Dash and made him sit while Summer and I went upstairs.

Summer hiccupped through her tears as she packed her things. I took her to my room and gave her my spare key.

"Stay here tonight. Don't talk to Dash. He's gotta sleep it off, alone. Don't tell him what room you're in or he’ll never shut up."

"Why are you being so nice?" She asked.

"Because I know what liking that idiot is like. Just get some rest Summer. I'll come check on you in the morning before our flights, okay?"

"Where are you going?"

"To make sure Finn didn't knock him out."

I turned to go when she called my name. I spun to face her and she half smiled through her tears streaked face.

"You and Finn, you're cute together."

I didn't have the heart or the patience to explain that we weren't together so I just nodded and left the room.

Back down in the lobby I found Dash, Dawson and Finn. Dash was seated in a cushioned chair and Finn and Dawson were looking down at him, Dawson ranting at his friend.

"All settled. Let's go," I said to Finn.

He uncrossed his arms and walked over to me. We ignored Dash calling after us and I knew it was another dig at the other man as Finn's arm came around me once more.

Once we were in the elevator and the doors closed I sighed and ran my hands over my face.

"What's wrong?" Finn asked.

"Not really looking forward to finding the wreck that is Summer in my room tomorrow morning."

"That was kind of you, to get her out of there."

I shrugged as the elevator let us out on Finn's floor. "It's cool that I crash with you, right?"

Finn nodded and we walked to his room, Finn opening the door and bowing me inside ahead of him.

"Do you need something to sleep in?"

I frowned, having forgotten to grab something.

"I'll take that as a yes," he said. I laughed and smiled at him.

"Thank you Finn. For everything tonight. I haven't felt this good in a long time."

His smiled reached his eyes as he looked at me.

"I'm glad to see you smiling again. I missed that."

I smiled at him as an answer and he went to his bag, digging in it and turning to hand me sweatpants and a t-shirt.

I took them from him and went into the bathroom to change. When I came back out Finn was wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt and he held my phone out to me.

"It's buzzin like crazy," he said.

I took it and saw messages from Dash.

Dash: What are you doing with Finn?

Dash: Where is Summer?

Dash: Who the fuck do you think you are?

Dash: Bitch.

Finn glanced over my shoulder at the messages and a grunt of disapproval escaped him.

“He shouldn’t talk to you like that,” he said, going to his bag and zipping it shut forcefully. “I’d like to knock some sense into him,” he added.

I laughed and checked the Instagram post, seeing that it had nearly doubled in likes and comments already. I smirked and got an idea.

“How about we just enjoy shutting him up?” I asked.

Finn turned to look at me. “What do you mean?”

“You’re the one who said I should send a picture to Dash.” I smirked.

Finn laughed and looked at me. “Yeah? Deciding to play the game a bit, are ya?”

I laughed and walked over to him, sitting on the bed he hadn’t put his suitcase on. I slid up towards the pillows and motioned for Finn to join. He laughed and laid on the bed next to me. I put my head on his chest, as I’d done so many times when we’d hung out before, and held the phone above us. Finn took it, laughing at my short arms, and smirked up at the camera. I smirked too as he snapped the picture.

I looked at the picture and smiled, approving it. I typed a message to Dash and hit send.

“What Finn and I do is between us. Goodnight Dash,” Finn read and laughed. I laughed and watched as, nearly instantly, my phone began to ring. I ignored Dash’s call and turned my phone off, setting it on the bedside table.

Finn chuckled to himself and hugged me to him, wrapping his arms around me. I hugged him back, my head falling back onto his chest as we laid there.

“So, I’ll set alarms for tomorrow, yeah? We’ll leave your phone off to avoid any interruptions, yeah?” he asked.

I laughed and nodded as Finn set his phone alarm and set it on the table on his side of the bed before lifting his hips and pushing the blankets down to slide under them. I slid off the bed but Finn’s voice stopped me.

“Where ya going?”

“To bed,” I said, pointing.

Finn looked at the spare bed and shook his head, patting the bed beside him. “My stuff is a mess over there, just sleep here,” he said. He smirked then. “I promise I won’t bite, unless you want me to.” I laughed and tried to ignore the mental image that gave me as I pushed the covers down and slid under them, laying on my side facing Finn.

“Have I said thank you, yet?” I asked.

Finn laughed. “Once or twice, yeah. I’m glad you’re having a good time with me, though.”

I smiled at him as he turned to switch the bedside light off. I sighed contently as Finn turned back and smiled at me, my eyes adjusting to the light.

“Can I ask you something, Y/N?”

“Of course, Finn.”

“Why did you date him? Dash?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, shifting slightly.

“You realize you’re better than him, right? That you deserve someone more than him. I’m not just talking about the cheatin’. I mean all of it. He never appreciated you.”

I stared at Finn. We’d been friends for a while now but he’d never spoken like this to me.

“Why didn’t you say this when I was with him?” I asked.

Finn shrugged and I felt the covers move slightly with him. “It wasn’t my place, I thought that you were happy even if he didn’t’ deserve you.”

“I guess… I guess I dated Dash because he was sweet to me. He put effort in to spending time with me, to winning me over.”

“Did you love him?”

I could feel my brow furrow as I looked at Finn. Why was he asking me these questions?

“Even if I thought I was in love with him, that’s over now. I don’t have those feelings for him anymore.”

Finn nodded and I was quiet for a moment. “Okay Balor, now that we’ve talked about my ex, tell me about yours.”

He sighed but then he did tell me about his girlfriend, ex-girlfriend, whom he cared for a lot but he admitted he knew it might not work out from the start.

“Why’s that?”

“My mum didn’t love her and she didn’t seem to care. I don’t always go by who my parents approve of but if you’re not gonna make the effort with my family I don’t see much of a future in it for us.”

I frowned. “Who wouldn’t want to make your mom love them?” I asked, laughing slightly. “I’m pretty sure your mom is one of my favorite people ever and that’s from meeting her twice and interrupting your face time once.”

Finn laughed and smiled at me, reaching out and brushing hair from my eyes.

“Yeah, well, my mum loves ya.”

I laughed. “Good to know it’s mutual.”

Finn smiled at me and I felt my body relax, exhaustion from tour and the emotions of the night taking over.

“Hey, Y/N, can I ask you something?”

I opened my eyes and looked at Finn and nodded.

“Will you go to dinner with me tomorrow night?”

My eyes opened wider and I stared at Finn, my heart beginning to race. “As friends or…as a date?”

“A date,” Finn said, his voice firm but soft.

I smiled and reached over, placing a hand on his cheek, my palm running over the scruff there. “Always the gentleman, eh Mr. Balor? Even though I’m technically already in your bed you still want to take me to dinner.”

He laughed. “Is that a yes?” he asked.

“It’s a yes.”

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all of the vaguely nsfw asks (u can skip some of ure not comfortable answering them)

Omg thank you angel!! I might have to put this under a cut, but we’ll see

1. Are looks important in a relationship?: To an extent, but they are in no way the most important thing in a relationship

2. Are relationships ever worth it?: Absolutely

3. Are you a virgin?: I am

4. Are you in a relationship?: Yes

5. Are you in love?: Yea

6. Are you single this year?: No

7. Can you commit to one person?: Yup

8. Describe your crush: Does Shana still count as a crush if I’m dating her?

9. Describe your perfect mate: Chill, respectful, good sense of humor, supportive, likes animals, and probably some other stuff but I can’t think of more rn. It’s all personality stuff tho

10. Do you believe in love at first sight?: No

11. Do you ever want to get married?: Maybe someday

12. Do you forgive betrayal?: Very rarely

13. Do you get jealous easily?: Depends, but usually yea

14. Do you have a crush on anyone?: Does Shana count?

15. Do you have any piercings?: I have my septum, my belly button, and my ears pierced

16. Do you have any tattoos?: No, but I really want some!! I have tons planned

17. Do you like kissing in public?: Yup

20. Do you shower every day?: Yea

21. Do you think someone has feelings for you?: I mean I’d like to think my gf does

22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?: Idk, probably not

23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?: Totally

24. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?: Probably not

25. Do you want to be in a relationship this year?: Ya. Im a relationship person

26. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?: mmhmm

27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?: Nope

28. Have you ever been cheated on?: Not to my knowledge

29. Have you ever cheated on someone?: No

30. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?: I’ve never seriously considered plastic surgery

31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?: I have

32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?: Nope

33. Have you ever had sex with a man?: No

34. Have you ever had sex with a woman?: No

35. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?: Ye

36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?: Only briefly

37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?: Yes

38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?: No

39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?: Surprisingly no

40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?: Many

41. Have you had sex so far this year?: No

42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?: Not long, I’m really handsy

43. How long was your longest relationship?: 8 months

44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?: 2 girlfriends, 1 boyfriend

45. How many people did you kiss in 2012/2013?: I’m not sure

46. How many times did you have sex last year?: zero

47. How old are you?: I’m a minor and that’s all u gotta know

48. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?: I’d probably ask to talk about it, but ultimately I’d respect whatever she chooses to do. She deserves to be happy, even if it isn’t with me

49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her?: How supportive she is!

50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?: Lmao fuck no

51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?: Yesm

52. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why?: There is, but I don’t really want to get into it

53. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?: Yea

54. Is there someone you will never forget?: Yup

55. Share a relationship story.: My current partner and I are still making our stories, and I’d rather keep my other two relationships pretty private. I’m still very close w my ex bf, we actually work together a ton on projects, so I don’t want to share things about him just in case he doesn’t feel comfortable w it

56. State 8 facts about your body: I’m double jointed in my hips, I have freckles on most parts of my body, I have birthmark on my right calf, I have a mole on my left hand, I have a bad heart, my shoulder blades never settled, my collar bones stick out, I have a weirdly long tongue

57. Things you want to say to an ex: Choke

58. What are five ways to win your heart?: Remembering little things, random sweet texts, not making fun of my interests, being passionate, communicating

59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!): I look really bad rn so I don’t want to post a pic, but here is my selfie tag!

60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners?: One year

61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?: How they carry and present themselves

62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?: Is it bad that the first thing that came to mind was remember my chipotle order...I’m honestly not sure

63. What is your definition of “having sex”?: Any situation where you are pleasuring someone/being pleasured sexually, be it with mouths, fingers, toys, whatever.

64. What is your definition of cheating?: Doing anything with another person that was not previously discussed with your partner, or was discussed and your partner wasn’t okay with it. Like say you talked about whether or not it was okay to kiss other people and your partner said they aren’t okay with that, but you go and kiss other people anyway, that would technically be cheating

65. What is your favourite foreplay routine?: I’m not comfy answering this

66. What is your favourite roleplay?: Or this

67. What is your idea of the perfect date?: Going to a bookstore and then just wandering around town. I’m also a big fan of lunch dates

68. What is your sexual orientation?: I’m a lesbian

69. What turns you off?: Being rude, and bad breath are the main two

70. What turns you on?: Marking, being rough, dirty talk, good kissers, and like a lot more

71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?: I don’t remember tbh

72. What words do you like to hear during sex?: I don’t feel comfy answering

73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?: idk like get me ice cream or smthn

74. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for?: Pretty eyes

75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you?: Nothings coming to mind rn I feel so bad. So many people have done really sweet things for me, but I don’t know what’s the sweetest

76. What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone?: The first thing that came to mind was I got Em the giant yarn she’d been eyeing for Christmas like a year or two ago

77. What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships?: I have really mixed feelings tbh. I think that as long as both people are in the same stage of neural development it should be okay, but at the same time im kinda :/// about extreme age gaps

78. What’s your dirtiest secret?: I don’t really have any dirty secrets, I feel like I talk about all the dirty stuff I’ve done

79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why?: I haven’t felt jealous in a while, surprisingly. Not sure if that’s good or bad

80. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?: Like just a couple minutes ago!

81. Who are five people you find attractive?: My gf, Kat Mcnamara, Karla Souza, Aja Naomi King, Daddy Oreo, Alisha Wainwright

82. Who is the last person you hugged?: My momma

83. Who was your first kiss with?: My oldest friend (that one bf)

84. Why did your last relationship fail?: She was really abusive and I was like :/// no

85. Would you ever date someone off of the Internet?: Yeet

#ask riddle #thank u sm omg #ask me questions angels I'm in the mood to overshare #Anonymous

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