#I'm up to date so I'll take a short break tomorrow to try and write my thoughts about chapter 98

[skania]

Replies to OnK Asks #3

Idk how this happened but I can already do a third round of replies, so here we go!

That's exactly how I read it, too. To me that panel confirms that Aqua has thought of being intimate with Akane, which contradicts his earlier statement about not seeing her as a woman. Which means the way he views Akane did change, some people just don't like acknowledging that.

Can a relationship be endgame just because it's healthy and can a relationship not be endgame just because it's toxic?

I mean, since this is fiction, then that can absolutely be a valid criteria in choosing your endgame ship.

That said, this is just my personal opinion, but I'm honestly not sure I'd consider Aqua and Kana particularly healthy. His feelings for her have been described as an "obsession" and Kana was so emotionally dependant on him at one point that she couldn't shine on her own. Aqua doesn't let her see the real him, the one that is so traumatized and guilt-ridden that he can barely function. Kana doesn't know about the darker sides of his personality which, combined with how easy to read she is, makes her extremely easy to manipulate; case in point, Aqua knows exactly what to say to get certain reactions out of Kana. So Kana is basically at his mercy, if he chooses to manipulate her she's essentially defenseless.

These issues seem bigger to me than anything that Aqua and Akane have going on, because at least Aqua and Akane are pretty much equals mentally. It also helps that they have developed enough emotional intimacy that Aqua feels comfortable showing himself as he is to Akane, and that Akane has an accurate reading of him overall.

So it's just like you say, there aren't any perfect relationships anon! It's up to Aka to decide which relationship works best for his story.

I agree, I think Aka kind of messed up by rushing the Aqua/Kana reunion. And by that I mean that we spent chapters upon chapters showing how dependant Kana is on Aqua and how miserable she is without him. This eventually led to Kana realizing how unhealthy this is and deciding that she isn't that kind of girl. Which is great! More than great actually, that's the Kana I know and love.

Except instead of letting Kana walk the walk, he basically has Aqua enter her life again almost immediately after. Which, again—I get it. Kana realized the issue and thus got the development she needed, so Aka considered it done. But it'd have been much more satisfying to see Kana actually shining without Aqua being in her life just yet lol

Here is to hoping Aka delivers when it comes to Aqua and Akane! Honestly, their big moments are so iconic that I do think Aka will rise to the occasion.

Yeah, even if Aka goes like: Kana is everything Sarina was and everything Aqua thought Ai to be, but since she is her own person it's like Aqua is getting the best of both worlds! I would just be like

Preach it anon! Being Aqua is suffering :(

My take is that Aqua messed up because now Ruby is more attached to him than ever. There is no way he can doom himself without breaking Ruby in the process, and the last thing he wants is to hurt her :(

Your English isn't weird at all, no worries anon! And I agree, I find it really soft too 😭 He is such a nurturing person by nature

I'm with you, Akane's goal is to save Aqua. Since her goal is intrinsically tied to him and to his outcome, trying to write her out on that premise backfires lol

I think Aka is at his best when he is subtly developing something rather than being in-your-face about it, so I can only hope that he subverts the expectations of everyone who is expecting the predictable end lol

That they're falling victim to confirmation bias.

If Akane were "the second option", she wouldn't have been in his thoughts at all lmao

I feel them completely because that's exactly how I felt during my first ONK read. I just think that Aqua and Akane have more potential that people give them credit for, so I'm choosing to have some faith in Aka 😂

So they want Akane to steal Kana's thunder?

Kana is like a mirror, she reflects back whoever you project onto her 😂 Just kidding, but I am glad that more and more people are talking about all the parallels to Sarina and Ai.

Yes, me too!

That's one of the reasons I love her, she is such a dynamic character that she fits the story in its entirety instead of just fragments of it 😭

I went through something similar! OnK came out while I was reading Kaguya, but since I already wasn't very impressed with Aka's writing and the topic didn't interest me, I didn't bother picking it up. I forgot about it until the anime came out, and since I heard so many good things I decided to give it a shot. I already knew Ai would die, but making it through the first episode was a struggle. There were a few things I found interesting here and there, but not enough to keep watching. Then I heard about Akane and got curious, so I decided to pick up the manga and she blew me away. I've been here ever since lmao

[dirtytomatoedwrites]

HIS GIRL - PART 1

Summary: You were always Topper’s girl—until Rafe decided you were no longer his.

Paring: Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

Strictly 18+ No Minors to Interact

Warnings: Dark!Rafe, Rafe/Reader, Topper/Reader, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Coercive Behaviour, Fingering, Oral (w receiving) Drinking, Graphic Scenes / Smut.  

Author's Note: Hi my loves. I'm alive!! Trying to survive. The year has been a tough one but wanted to tell you all I love you. Wasn't feeling motivated and then suddenly inspiration struck and I've been writing this dark/rafe fic on and off for months but then when it came time to post it was too long to do as a one shot so I'll release it slowly over the next couple of days as short parts. Part 2 will hopefully be up tomorrow. Love you guys and I hope everyone is well ❤️

Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Please don’t steal or copy bits of my writing or any writing from other writers cause karma will get ya.

“You wouldn't believe how happy she makes me,” Topper says, leaning back against the porch railing overlooking Tannyhill. His voice is thick with that syrupy sweetness that makes Rafe want to shove him clean off it.

Rafe leans against the opposite post, staring into the darkness. The summer air is suffocating, clinging to him, weighing him down, but not half as much as Topper’s words. He can’t stand the way Topper talks about you. His girl. Always his girl. Like he owns you, like he can hold your happiness in the palm of his hand and keep it there.

“She’s different, you know?” Topper keeps going, like he’s trying to sell you to him, as if Rafe hasn’t already memorized every detail, every curve of your lips, the way your eyes light up when you laugh or the soft timbre of your voice.

“She’s perfect, always so positive.. Like she literally sees the brighter side of life and the good in everyone. Sometimes... sometimes I feel like I don't deserve her, ya know? Like she can do so much better and yet somehow- she's picked me... I dunno it makes me want to do better. She makes me wanna be a better guy for her...”

Rafe's mouth curls into something that could be a smile but feels more like a scowl. He scratches his forehead.

“A better guy, huh? Jesus—Top, do you even hear yourself? You haven't even fucked her yet, and you're already actin' like a sap.”

It’s easier to mock, easier to keep up the front than to let anyone see how it really feels. How every time you laugh at one of Topper’s stupid jokes, it feels like a punch to Rafe's gut, a reminder that you’re still not his.

Topper doesn’t notice. He never does. Just keeps grinning like an idiot, like he’s won the fucking lottery.

“Can you just shut-up and be happy for me, man? Just this once? Look, it doesn't matter anyway. Cause it's time. Me and her are going to take our relationship to the next level.”

The words hit Rafe harder than they should, his fingers flexing, gripping the edge of the porch railing until his knuckles turn white. He doesn’t say anything at first, just feels his chest tighten, feels the familiar burn of jealousy flare up like a live wire. Because all he can think about is you, Topper’s hands on you, Topper fucking you, and it makes him want to break something, anything.

He forces himself to speak, keeping his voice steady, casual, like he’s just shooting the shit.

“The next level, huh? With little Miss Sunshine?” His smile is a thin, cruel line. “Thought you said you two were taking it slow, isn't she the type to wait for marriage or some shit."

Topper laughs, an easy sound that grates against Rafe’s nerves. “She’s not a virgin Rafe, she’s been with other guys before.  We’re just you know, trying to get to know each other first.  That's what I love about her. She wasn't going to just sleep with me after a couple of dates.  I had to prove myself to her and now it feels… it feels right. It’s the next logical step and I know she feels the same….” He says it like it’s so obvious, like he’s stating a fact, and Rafe’s skin prickles with a heat that has nothing to do with the summer night.

And there it is. The image that really makes Rafe's blood run cold: you, too sweet and naive, believing in something as stupid as love, and Topper, ready to ruin it with his clumsy hands and superficial feelings. This is the same guy who was pining after Rafe’s sister claiming to be in love with her only to have suddenly found you “the one” and had fallen head over heels in the span of a a few weeks.

No. That can't happen. Not like that. Not with you. Not when Rafe is the one who really cares about you. Had feelings for you longer than he’d dared to admit. Way longer before Topper swooped in and put a claim to you.

Rafe swallows hard as a new plan slowly takes shape in the dark recesses of his mind. If Topper wants to take things to the next level, fine. But it won't be with you. Not if Rafe has anything to say about it. He’ll get to you first. He’ll be the one you remember, the one who shows you something real, something raw. Because you deserve better than Topper. Or maybe, you deserve someone who isn't afraid to give you everything—the good, the bad, and the ugly. Someone like him.

Rafe smirks, letting his eyes slide over to Topper, keeping his tone light, almost teasing. “Yeah, well, good luck with that. You're gonna need it...”

Because he’s already decided. This isn’t over. Far from it. He’s going to make sure you know exactly what you’re missing before you ever let Topper Thornton fuck you. He’ll find a way. He always does.

The music pulses through the house like a living thing, the bass vibrating in Rafe’s bones as he moves through the crowd. Bodies sway, drunk on cheap beer and the promise of a good time. Laughter spills into the air, mingling with the scent of sweat and weed, but Rafe has only one thing on his mind tonight: you.

He spots you almost immediately. You’re standing in the kitchen, a red Solo cup in your hand, laughing at something Topper is saying. Topper’s arm is draped around your waist, and Rafe feels a familiar flicker of irritation—a heat that curls in his chest like a slow-burning fire.

He watches the way you tilt your head back, your eyes bright with amusement, looking at the blond idiot like he'd hung the moon and it takes everything in Rafe not to walk over and tear Topper’s hands off you.

Instead, he waits, watching, calculating.

Topper leans in close, murmuring something in your ear, and you giggle, playfully swatting at his arms, your fingers drawing circles on Toppers' wrist. Rafe’s jaw tightens. He needs an opening, a chance to get you alone, and then he sees it—a flash of movement as Topper's phone buzzes in his pocket. Topper pulls it out, glances at the screen, and Rafe catches the brief look of annoyance that flits across his face. Perfect.

Topper leans down to you, his voice barely audible over the music. “Hey, babe, I’ve got to take this. It’s my dad. I’ll be back in a few, okay?” He kisses you on the forehead, and you nod, giving him that same sweet, innocent smile that makes Rafe’s stomach twist in knots.

As Topper slips away into the crowd, Rafe moves. He slides up next to you, a casual, easy grin on his lips, as if he just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

“Hey,” he says, his voice just loud enough to be heard over the music. “Topper leave you all alone?”

You look up, surprised but not unhappy to see him. That’s good—he can work with that. He's worked with less.

“Yeah, he had to take a phone call,” you said with a small smile. That smile. It's cute. You're cute. So fucking cute that Rafe’s mind spirals into the gutter. He wonders what you’d look like if he wiped that smile right off your face, watch your face contort with ecstasy—what sounds you’d make if he were to shove his cock down your throat. He 's sure you'd look just as cute all teary eyed and drooling.

Rafe leans against the counter, close enough that his arm brushes yours, but he doesn’t miss the way you pull back slightly. It’s subtle, not rude, but clearly setting boundaries. That’s fine. He'll enjoy tearing those boundaries down.

“He always gets those calls at the worst times, doesn’t he?” he says, keeping his tone light, but he knows exactly what he’s doing. Planting the seed. Making you think.

“I guess.” You laugh, a little uncertain, and Rafe knows he’s got you hooked, just a little. “But to be honest, I don’t mind. His dad’s helping him prep for an interview he has next week..”

“Oh—is that who he said was on the phone? His dad?” He lets the words hang in the air, just enough to make you wonder, to make you question.

You frown, just a flicker, but he sees it. “Well, yeah... who else would it be?”

Rafe shrugs, as if he hadn’t meant to say anything at all. “Oh, nothing. It’s just... Topper talks a lot. To a lot of people. Friends... Other girls... It's probably harmless, but, you know... people talk...” He flashes you a quick smile, a little sheepish, like he’s just looking out for you. "People talk..."

Your brow furrows, confusion and a hint of worry crossing your face. “What other girls?”

He waves a hand dismissively, playing it off. “It’s probably nothing. I shouldn’t have said anything. Just... you know how it is around here. People love to gossip; it’s mostly hearsay anyway.” But he knows he’s hit a nerve. He sees the doubt flickering in your eyes, the way you bite your lower lip as if you're turning over his words in your mind.

Before you can ask anything else, he changes the subject, shifting the focus.

“Hey, forget about it. Let me get you a drink. You look like you could use something stronger.” He reaches for a bottle on the counter, pouring two shots of something clear and potent, handing one to you with a grin. “Topper will just have to catch up when he gets back.”

You hesitate, just for a moment, but then you take the glass, smiling back at him. “Okay, okay” you say, clinking your glass against his.

The first shot goes down easy, the warmth spreading through your chest, and Rafe watches you closely, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“Another?” he asks, already reaching for the bottle, not giving you time to think or say no. You nod, a little more eagerly this time, and he pours again, his movements smooth, practiced.

One drink becomes two, then three. Rafe keeps them coming, always ready with another pour, keeping your glass filled, keeping the conversation light and funny, distracting you from the fact that he'd only had one to your three. Distracting you from the way your head begins to feel pleasantly fuzzy. He’s careful, calculating, making sure you don’t notice how he’s watching you, gauging just how tipsy you’re getting.

By the time the fourth shot is gone, you’re giggling, swaying just slightly where you stand. A fucking lightweight if he’d ever seen one. Your cheeks are flushed, your eyes a little glassy, and Rafe knows he’s got you right where he wants you. He moves closer, his shoulder pressing lightly against yours, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone.

“Hey, let’s get out of here for a bit. It’s too crowded, and you look like you could use some fresh air. What do you think?” He says it so smoothly, so surely, that you don’t realize the kitchen is already empty.

You blink, a little slow, unsure, but then you nod, laughing softly. “Yeah… maybe… for a few minutes...” Your words slur just a bit, but you don’t notice, don’t seem to care. You’re too wrapped up in the haze and the banter you're sharing.

He reaches out, fingers brushing lightly against your wrist, a touch that lingers, and this time, you don’t pull away. “Come on,” he urges, his voice low and coaxing. “Just for a bit. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

You nod again, and he leads you outside, into the cool night air, away from the party. He knows he's in dangerous territory, anyone can see you leaving with him but he doesn’t care. He’s too far gone. Drunk on the idea of having you all to himself, away from the lights, away from Topper, where it’s just you and him and the night.

And as he guides you down the porch steps, he knows he’s one step closer to what he wants. One step closer to having you, in whatever way he can. One step closer to making sure you’d never look at Topper the same way again.

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PART 2 / STORY MASTERLIST

Thanks for reading x If you enjoyed it please like / reblog / comment as I would love to know what you think. Part 2 will be up tomorrow but in the meantime lots of love ❤️

[ruruvxz]

hihi! i love ur writing nd I was wondering if u could do an angst fic with Wonyoung^^

“Remind me of you”

Model!Jang Wonyoung x Barista!Reader

↳ synopsis: Your dating one of the most famous Models in Korea, Jang Wonyoung, her face is plastered nearly everywhere. Making it nearly impossible to avoid her face, but now, I think that’s all you want to avoid.

↳ cw: angst, cheating, break ups, obsessive relationship(?), hurt no comfort, IZ*ONE as your coworkers, mentions of blood, not proofread

↳ word count: 3.9k

a/n: narfhhjghhhh hello anon, ofc I’ll write angst abt my dear wife Wonyoung!!! i dont think she’d ever do this but for plot purposes she will be doing devious dubious things 😈 I’m so sorry I had no ideas nfghahghhhh i dont really like it

You wrapped the apron around your torso, tightly tying it to cinch your waist, creating a small little bow in the back, all the while the smell of the coffee beans suffocated your nose. You took in your surroundings, the dimly lit staff room comfortably small, the walls were decorated with portraits of coworkers and useless memorabilia 'Shit— I'm late already' You thought to yourself, prying your focus from the walls to the staff room door.

You pushed yourself out and walked towards the sink, you heard the soft chimes of the front door bells, indicating a new customer. Sighing, you quickly washed the germs off your hands and dragged your feet to the back of the cashier. Quickly registering the customer's order, your coworker, who always seemed to watch over your back, Yujin, clocked in to make the orders. Ushering you to the back to make the drinks.

Time progressed quickly as the store was jam-packed once again, all because it was the hot spot for celebrities. As the day continued, more and more people checked in for their shift, taking turns doing each task, like doing the cashier, making treats, brewing coffee, anything this café COULD do.

You'd looked back at the clock every moment you could, tapping your fingers on the hardwood counter. Your eyes lit up when it finally reached 5:20, usually the time your favorite customer would come in. Fixing your apron and posture, patiently waiting for the bells to chime. You were just so stuck in your thoughts that you happened to not realize your manager yelling your name. "Y/N! God— Y/N!! Earth to Y/N" Sakura snapped finally shaking you around, snapping yourself out of your daze.

"Ah, ah! What?— What happened?"

"Your shift ended like..." Sakura looked up at the clock and then back at you. "30 minutes ago, you've just been taking orders over here and working overtime. Of course, that's not a problem unless you wanna get paid..."

"Ah, I'm so sorry Sakura, I'll clock out in a bit, is that fine?"

"That's fine, but a friendly reminder I'm not paying you for this..." Sakura drifted, insinuating that the company doesn't pay for overtime, making sure you didn't sue her after this.

"It's fine!" You smiled at her and shooed her back to the worker's closet. She shrugged her shoulders and she just walked away.

"Not to intrude, but are you perhaps going to take my order now?" A playfully childish voice pressured, her gaze burning into the back of my neck, her soft voice was so familiar... Without breaking your neck you swiftly twisted your neck back towards the woman.

You stared at her up and down, clearly offended at such a demand, who did she think she was? "And what if I don’t? Maybe you should just come back tomorrow Wonyoung." You joked trying to put on your most serious tone of voice. You leaned towards her, placing your palms on the countertop, Wonyoung tried to contain her laughter as best as she could, before breaking character for a split second. She hits your shoulder, as she scoffs at your sudden boldness, you let a short laugh before speaking up once more.

"So what can I get you?" You asked, seriously this time as more people lined behind the register.

Wonyoung looked up at the menu, skimming through looking for something new or interesting to try before eventually giving up. "The usual please, oh— and extra sugar." She smiled sliding you her card and walking away to her usual seat. Giving her a quick wave before writing down ‘My model Wonyoung’ onto the cup which ended with a tiny heart at the end.

By looking at what she was wearing, she came from a photo shoot, or something of that sort, her eyes a little more weary than usual. You took in her features breathlessly, she was more than stunning, and you were more than grateful to have such a breathtaking woman. Noticing your staring, she looked up at you to give you a tired smile, making you giggle like a high school girl going through her first relationship. As you took glances at her and back to the drink you were preparing, you peered out the window to see the beaming ad, 'Jang Wonyoung, Youngest ambassador'. Which made you even more proud of how far she’s come.

“She's everywhere” You heard your short-haired coworker scoff as she watched over you, she always looked so aggravated whenever seeing your precious girlfriend and you never understood why. Pouring the cream over the freshly made coffee, you let out a small hum at her snarky comment, before placing it on a tray. You loved to admit that your girlfriend was everywhere you went, it always served as a reminder of how big she’s become, but you couldn’t help but agree with Yujin, she was quite literally everywhere.

It almost seemed as if her face haunted every billboard and crevice, but you didn’t mind, though it was extremely awkward whenever anyone noticed her, while completely tossing your existence to the side. Even at times you always wondered if you deserved to be dating her, let alone be in her presence, but she’d always reassure you with compassionate comments. “You’re the only one who has my heart, Y/N, you are my moon.” She spoke, her voice tinged in your head putting you in a trance-like state. You only got out of your daze when Yujin passed you the sweetener, you thanked her before looking around the coffee station to bring Wonyoung an extra something.

You skittishly positioned everything on the wooden tray, walking very carefully over to Wonyoung so as not to drop everything right in front of your girlfriend. She laughed at your paranoid state while your hands shakily placed the tray in front of her. She examined the coffee and took a glance at the cookie you brought her as a snack, you didn’t notice her bite her lip agonizingly before breaking into a regular grinning smile. Looking up at you longingly as she still stood next to her as if still delivering her drink.

She picked up the cookie and pulled down her mask, pushing the cookie to her lips, until you interrupted her. "Hey, you look familiar" You spoke teasingly, but in a low enough voice so that no one could hear me but her.

"Oh really?" She smiled wrapping her arm around your waist, pushing her hair to your stomach as she put the cookie back onto the plate. You giggled, "Mhm, you look like a beautiful model who's famous around these parts!"

"That model… is she prettier than me" She pouted looking out the window and at the billboard plastered with her face on it.

"Hm, maybe, but I have to see her first to make my final decision" You teased before you both laughed, you found your legs getting far too tired standing and sat down with her.

She put her hand out resting on the table as you intertwined with her fingers. You both sat in silence for a bit as she drank her coffee which you just knew was as sickeningly sweet, as her.

"So, how was your day sunshine?" You spoke breaking the silence.

"Hard, but when is it not?” She snickered before continuing. “Today’s shoot was difficult as per usual, wish you were there to cheer me up.” She sulked rubbing the back of your hand with her thumb.

"So how about you? Anything interesting going on?” She asked back at me, excited for your answer.

"It was fine as usual, though every time I looked up I could see you... And Yujin— fairly enough— is getting a tad bit annoyed looking at you.”

"What is her problem? It’s not like I’m here all the time." Wonyoung mocked, clearly displeased at the fact your coworker would ever make such a comment about her. (If Wonyoung was being honest with herself, she never really liked that Yujin girl, she was always, somehow, in the middle of your relationship. She would always find a way to contact you whenever she didn’t need to, and it was getting on Wonyoung's nerves. She couldn’t help but meet Yujin’s envious face whenever she came into the Café, and her snarky remarks whenever she had to serve her.

It wasn’t Wonyoung’s fault that Yujin couldn’t get gigs like Wonyoung’s fault, and it wasn’t Wonyoung’s fault that you happened to be wrapped around her finger. Yujin always found a way to separate the both of you and always found ways to look after you, but it all just enraged Wonyoung further. Why did she care so much? And why did Wonyoung feel so threatened by her presence, and for god’s sake why hadn’t you realized Yujin wasn’t just trying to be a “good” coworker.)

"I mean, I hate to play devil’s advocate, but you are quite literally everywhere. Yujin has a point." You turned your head slightly to face to window before pointing your finger to the 'Miu Miu' advertisement. She stared in awe realizing that was your view the whole shift before giggling at the possibility of just how long were you thinking about her.

You both drifted off thinking about one another whilst being right in front of each other, the comfortable silence filled our table as you looked down at our intertwined fingers. But something was wrong, there was this aching feeling inside of your chest, and you were worried about the possibility of breaking up. Could you even live without her?

"Hey wony, what would happen to us if we broke up." Your hands shook ever so slightly at the thought, honestly, she would be fine, but you knew deep inside your mind that you’d be a crumbling mess if you broke up. She looked down at you, also clearly distressed about the idea, squeezing your hand tightly before bringing it up to her face.

"Hey, don’t ever say things like that…" Wonyoung chastised, her face scrunching up with that idea, was this a warning sign to Wonyoung that you did want to break up with her? She tightened her grip even more, almost digging her nails into your skin and piercing them.

You winced in pain, trying to pry her grasp out of hers. "Ah- Ah don't get mad, it's just that would be hard..." You explained trying to calm her down before it started to hurt. "Considering how everything reminds me of you, I think it would be hard to forget about you."

"Hahaha, so that's what you’re talking about" She relaxed her grip before finally slipping her fingers away from hers, she let out a long exasperated sigh, pushing the hairs off her face. "Well, it might, but don't think about that!" She smiled rubbing reaching her thumb out to caress your knuckles.

Her sudden expression change caught you completely off guard but you brushed it off, it couldn’t be anything that serious could it? "Also..." You tried talking once more before she cut you off with a gentle hum, which forced you to swallow the lump in your throat.

Oh, the words you wanted to say at that moment, you had the perfect opportunity to talk to her about all your concerns but you meekly passed that opportunity. You wanted to blurt it out, blurt out how you thought you weren’t meant to be, how you feel like you're only really dragging her down, how you're ruining her career, and how she's better off with other people. But you couldn’t, you really couldn’t get yourself to do it because at the end of the day if she didn’t know, it didn’t matter.

“Never mind.” You finished, letting out your best fake smile as she smiled back at you. Using this time to truly appreciate your girlfriend, you couldn’t help but notice the shiny gold necklace wrapped around her neck. It was gorgeous, though far too expensive for you to gift it to her, you chalked it up to some company gift.

“Your necklace is nice, Wony” You complimented, her face flushed red before tucking it into her hoodie. She looked at you stunned that you noticed that little detail, she coughed fixing her composure.

She took a long sip of her coffee before thanking your compliment, but it honestly seemed like she was trying to brush off the fact she owned the necklace. “Ah, it’s just a cheap gift I bought for myself, nothing noteworthy. So tell me more about your day.”

“Huh? But I already told you—” She cut you off quickly asking another mindless question, almost like you were on an interview. The whole time it continued as if nothing had happened, throwing you off a bit, but brushing it off as it probably wasn’t that serious of a topic anyway.

It’s been a few months had passed since that conversation but it's been lingering in your mind ever since. The statement ‘I think we aren't meant for each other' is phased in and out of your mind whenever you catch yourself having a moment to think. And in every scenario in your mind you couldn’t make it work, it seemed that you were allergic to optimism.

Though as the days progressed and your thoughts got more and more outlandish you haven't been getting any better, the guilt ate you up. To the point you were messing up orders more than you usually did, and you went to work a little more restless every day. You truly just wanted to get it off your tongue, but she always seemed so conveniently busy to have that conversation. And as the more she avoided it the worse you performed at your job, making ever your poor manager concerned about your current situation.

It wasn’t until you poured hot coffee on Yujin that set up the catalyst of events that soon occurred after that. You accidentally hit Yujin on the way to deliver a Flat White, causing the drink to fall over her uniform, and grazed her arm on the corner of the counter. This caused Sakura to pressure you into taking a break whilst another coworker, Yena, took your position. Feeling extremely remorseful you pleaded with Yujin to help take care of her burns, and she reluctantly accepted.

She rolled up the sleeves of her button-up to let you tend to her scraped arm, small droplets of blood dripping down from her arm. Biting your lips at the wound, hoping it wasn’t deep enough to pierce further than her skin, it was all your fault for drifting off and now someone got hurt because of you. Your hands shook as you looked more and more worried as more blood poured out, then jumped at her reaction as she yelped when you put the disinfectant pad on the wound.

You apologized profusely again while rubbing her wounds and cleaning off the excess blood. While your face visibly distraught Yujin couldn’t help but notice she hushed you before speaking up to comfort you. “No— Uhm, it’s alright, you already apologized remember? Besides it was an accident anyway.” Yujin reassured, placing her good hand on your head to calm you down, which worked to no avail.

Having the opposite effect, you quickly patched her wound with some spare bandaids lying around and apologized once more trying to make amends. “I’m so sorry Yujin! I didn’t mean to hit you! I was just so lost in thought that I couldn’t—” Before you could continue she hushed you once more, grabbing your wrist as you stood up to take your leave.

“Y/N, I get it, don’t worry. Do you want to talk about it? You seem so out of touch lately.” The older girl asked, even though she was troubled by your recent change of behavior. Even if she would never outright admit it, she loved looking after you, whether that be helping you manage the cashier, or fixing the foam on coffee drinks, she was always there. (Even though everyone on the same shift already knew that fact, and you embarrassingly knew as well, it was always good to have extra help.)

You stood in front of her before letting out a long, pent up, sigh, you looked at her softened fixated gaze and took a seat next to her. “Have you ever thought you weren’t good enough to date someone?” You sheepishly asked before turning your head towards hers, your faces inches apart. You took in the features of her face before tearing your eyes to the ceiling lights.

“Is this about Wonyoung?” She asked, her voice seemed so sure about her assumption but out of curtsy, it came out like a question. You looked back at her surprised, but she didn’t look too shocked so you just let out a weak nod, then continued to stare toward the ceiling once again. “To be honest, I didn’t know you guys were dating, I thought you guys were good friends.”

You looked at her curiously, her mind thinking about what her next course of action was. “So that’s what you thought, huh?” You joked, nudging your shoulder to her arm, a little above her wound to not hurt her. Yujin let out a quiet laugh before pulling her phone out of her back pocket.

“I didn’t want to be the one saying this but, I thought she was your best friend because…” Yujin stopped to think once more, finally biting the bullet as she scrolled through her phone. “Because she’s dating this other singer.”

She finally admitted, taken aback at her sudden confession you laughed loudly before looking back at her, her gaze never breaking from you this whole conversation, finally realizing the horrific situation you were in. Yujin sat there as she tore her eyes away from your face and scrolled through her phone before pulling out a tabloid-looking article. A part of you wanted to believe that Yujin was just showing you some fake news trying to garner views, but another part of you was so sickeningly curious.

You grabbed her phone, she placed it in your trembling hands your eyes finally drew onto the title article, "Dispatch: Scandal between two famous idols P.SH and J.WY reportedly dating." Your lips parted as you let out a silent gasp, Yujin wrapped her patched arm over yours to comfort you. A sick part of you tried forming an excuse for her, maybe this was just another slander tabloid, but you knew deep down that it wasn’t the case.

Yujin rubbed your arm as you continued to scroll through their so-called relationship, your hands wobbling around like jello. You wanted to stop and run away, you felt like throwing up but you pushed all your emotions down. The anticipation of finding out your long-term girlfriend was cheating on you felt as if the world was crashing down on you. You were heaving with a mixture of emotions, rage, sorrow a lot of things you couldn’t even put into words how you felt.

'Attached are the photo interactions off camera found by paparazzi and fans.’ The article read as if it could get any worse, the photos would solidify what Yujin told you. You felt the tears welling up in your eyes as Yujin continued to stroke the back of your head. Whispering bittersweet comments that your head drowned out as you looked at the photos.?

“Maybe it’s not that bad— maybe I was overthinking it” You whispered, Yujin tightened the grip on your shoulders as you spoke, she looked at you defeated. Before speaking once more she picked out the perfect words trying not to make you even more distraught.

“Y/N, I know it’s hard but I think you should know.” She softly spoke before she held your hand tightly reassuring you, just like how Wonyoung would. Biting your lips trying to stop any more tears from falling from your cheeks. You nodded knowing that this was better than not knowing.

You continued to scroll through the photos getting harder to form a reasonable explanation. From friendly hugs to holding hands and finally a sneaky photo of the both of them kissing each other on the lips. Finally, you reached your tipping point and handed the phone back to Yujin before you got up. You removed your apron and threw it somewhere around the room, you needed to get home now, this was all too much.

You bumped into Hitomi who was luckily not carrying anything, she was about to cuss you out until she met your teary gaze. “Y/N— Are you okay? Did Yujin scold you? I’m gonna kill her!” She asked angrily knowing how Yujin can get when she’s furious, but you gave her a weak no before continuing to run out of the Café.

As you pushed through all the customers eyeing you down, it was so easy to ignore your surroundings until once again you made contact with someone else. You looked up to see the long wavy hair that you used to love playing with, now the same hair that made you want to throw up.

"Ah, Y/N did you finish your shift just now— hey are you okay?” She questioned cupping your face, making you look up at her, you felt all the wrath bubble up inside of you. You stared at her disgusted by how the soft soft-spoken and sweet voice that used to hit you now felt like pins being stuck into my ear drums.

You whacked her hands off your face as she looked at you in disbelief, before she could question your recent change of behavior, you cut her off. “Fuck you Wonyoung. I’m done, don’t text me ever again.” You spat pushing past her as you ran off, not giving her enough time to react. She called out your ran, pleading for you to come back, but you didn’t look back you continued to fasten your pace. As you ran your legs began to slow down, and you blankly tried to process what just happened.

As you walked slower and slower you felt your body shiver from the coldness of winter, small freckles of snow fall neatly onto your hair. Your phone vibrated vigorously with calls and texts from Wonyoung, probably along the lines of “come back” and messages from your coworkers wondering what happened. There was so much happening, you looked up trying to get your mind off things, and saw the first drops of snowfall.

Isn't the first snow of winter supposed to be romantic... how deeply ironic huh?

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

03/09/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

Alright luvs. This recaps gonna be bloody short and interesting because I'm drunk as a fish. Seriously, doing the accents and everything while writing this. Just warning you! Please forgive me for minor issues in grammar. I am not going to be able to cover everything because my brain just doesn't have the capacity, so I promise tomorrow will catch up on Saturday's news as well. I will try to catch the highlights though.

== #ThankYouOFMD ==

The big event today was the #ThankYouOFMD event going on on Twitter, hosted by @OFMDFanCrew. Everyone shared so much love for Cast & Crew as well as fellow fan crews. @OFMDFanCrew asked for us to use #ThankYouOFMD.

Here are some of the prompts:

By the time I logged off after Midnight MST, we were at:

== Cast & Crew SIghtings ==

== Samba Schutte ==

The Roach's Rascal's have commissioned a Cameo from our beloved Samba Schutte!

Samba Cameo

= Erroll Shand =

Our friend @errollshand popped in during our #ThankYouOFMD Event and said some very kind words.

= Lindsey Cantrell =

@linds_cantrell sent so much love back at us and our dear friend @smurfsm00.

== Taika ==

Just a random peak of Taika and Rita

== Watch Party Reminders ==

Mar 10: Yes Man Watch Party

Celebrate our Captain in his first movie!

Time/Date: March 10, 2024, 12 Noon PT / 3pm EST / 8pm GMT

Watch Party Hashtags:

#HellYesRhys

#RhysDarbyFaction

#AdoptOurCrew

#SaveOFMD

Graphic by @ICouldBeFamily

== Wrecked ==

There are sources being passed around. If access is an issue, DM @iamadequate1 on Twitter or Tumblr

Season 2 watch from March 11th to March 15th. 

Season 3 watch from March 18th to March 22nd. 

Times will be 10pm GMT / 5pm EST / 4pm CST / 2pm PST. Watch two episodes per day. Episodes are 21-22 minutes each. Use the following Saturday for the tags/watch if interested but not able to make this time.

Hashtags: 

#WreckedPirates

#SaveOFMD

#RhysDarbyFaction

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies. Sorry that this is all I can give you tonight. I'll try to catch up on everything tomorrow. I took my own advise and took a break tonight, which meant not getting to everything I should of. I hope it's not too disappointing. You did amazing today showing just how much love we have out there for each other, and for our cast and crew. The amount of love swarming the internet is stifling. This isn't the end. We're all still here. We'll still be annoyingly optimistic, and loving, and full of meta, and art and words. Go and enjoy yourself loves. Take a break, give yourself the hugest hug, you deserve it.

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

I'm drunk, this is whatcha get. Sorry loves. I dont think it's too bad. Makes me wanna have a drink with Taika.. and... whatever stick Rhys is into there.

Rhys Courtesy of @ofmd-ann

Taika Courtesy of @caribbean1989

[brandonduhaimes]

Midnight on the Interstate

Gif credits to owner

Pairing: Matt boldy x reader

Length: 885 words (sorry its a little short)

Requested: Could you write about Matt Boldy picking the reader up and going on a car ride? The reader is stressed/ on the brisk of a breakdown, and he knows car rides are the only thing to calm her <3

You had been struggling recently, school was driving you up a wall and Matt had been on a long roadie. You had tried to finish your assignment early so you could pick up the house a little bit before he returned but life never goes as planned. You had spent the last forty minutes stuck on the final question on your assignment. As you continued to try and find the right words your wonderful boyfriend walked through the door.

"Baby I'm home!" You hear from the doorway and you smile before remembering once again that the house was a disaster. As you made your way to the front room you were swiftly tackled and dumped onto the couch. On top of your laptop. Matt had obviously not meant to and you weren't hurt but your poor laptop did not survive the weight of two bodies being thrown on top of it.

You pushed Matt off quickly but to know avail as your laptop screen was now shattered into pieces.

Matt quickly noticed and immediately started apologizing. "Im so sorry babe i didn't know it was on the couch i just needed to be close to you." He says as he pulls you onto the opposite side of the couch and into his lap.

"No its my fault the house is a mess because i didn't plan my time well. If i had just done my assignment instead of trying to make it perfect the house would have been clean and my laptop would have been in the bedroom in my backpack." You sigh trying to keep the tears from falling.

Matt wraps his arms around you and hugs you from behind. "It sounds to me like you are way overworking yourself babe. You need to take a break."

"I can't finals are coming up and I can't fail them." You mutter and Matt has heard enough.

"Nope we aren't stressing tonight. Get your shoes on and get in the car please. I'll help you with homework and studying tomorrow." He squeezes your waist one more time before kissing your temple and shooing you to the entry way.

You slip on your shoes and you can't help thinking about how amazing he is. He just got off of a long road trip and was probably looking forward to some sleep but felt that you were more important. You smile to yourself and he grabs the keys off of the table in the entry way.

"Where to dear?" He asks and you cant help but smile at him.

"As long as I'm with you anywhere is perfect." You reply and he grabs your hand almost dragging you to the car.

The two of you get in and he begins to drive. He finds a secluded road with some of the most beautiful houses you have ever seen.

"The morning before our first date I came out here while I was stressed. I had wanted everything to be perfect and nothing was working the way I wanted it to. The place I wanted to take you for dinner didn't have any open reservations and none of the outfits I was trying looked right. Brandon made me leave the house because I was stressing him out too much. Then I found this place and it made me feel like everything would work out."

You weren't really sure why but his little monologue had calmed you a lot.

"Our first date was amazing though," you think back fondly on the night in the small restaurant and dancing in the rain outside.

"It worked out really well for a rainy Friday night so I know that everything is going to work out when it comes to school for you." He replies and you grab his hand.

You and Matt continue driving talking and laughing and belting out the words to your favorite songs. You didn't look at the time until it was nearing one in the morning. "We should probably start heading back towards the house, its already really late."

Matt pulled off to the side before putting in the directions to your house neither of you really knew where you were now. All of the roads had become intertwined through out the drive.

As you pulled back into your shared driveway Matt put the car in park and shut it off before coming around to your side and throwing you over his shoulder. "Matt put me down!" You yell and he laughs loudly.

"No Y/n I don't think I will." He carries you into the house and up the stairs to your bedroom before throwing you nonchalantly onto the bed.

He grabs a pair of your pajamas out of your dresser and one of his shirts out of his. "Go ahead and get ready for bed I'm gonna go grab a snack."

You changed before laying down on the bed and immediately falling asleep. When Matt returned to the upstairs he found you on top of the covers with your hair in your face.

He gently pushed your hair back and pulled the covers over you before gently lowering himself into bed before pulling you into his chest. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and whispered "i love you" into your ear before falling asleep as well.

[screamxqueenx94]

Co-Captain/Teen Wolf Series Rewrite

A/N: I'm baaaaaaaack! After a few year hiatus, I'm back and ready to start the series again! I can't promise it'll be a consistent schedule of posting, however I will try to post things as soon as I can. I'm focusing in the rewrite fornbow and then I'll pick back up on my other series and maybe a few small/short fics. Hopefully you guys will still enjoy my writings after all this time of being gone!

Summary: After reconciling with Isaac, Charli plans to keep her promise to him. Will it affect her friendship with Stiles and Scott?

Pairings: Charli Vérszívó (OC) x Isaac Lahey

Warnings: none

Bold=text messages; italics=inner thoughts

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We won. Because of Isaac we won. I'm happy for him, I really am, but I feel guilty. I feel guilty for abandoning my best friends to deal with this whole "Scott-being-a-werewolf-and-Stiles-being-missing" situation alone.

As I sit with Isaac, his arm resting over my shoulders as we sit in this diner called Tony's with the rest of the team, it's all I can think about. They're here, celebrating their victory, laughing and having fun. I definitely don't deserve to be here. Stiles could be in serious danger while I'm sitting here with one half of people I don't even know and the other half I don't even like besides Isaac.

I'm a terrible friend. God, I wouldn't blame the guys for hating me after this...

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I get home and look around for my dad, but all I find is a note on the kitchen counter that reads "out hunting, fridge was getting low. Love you, hope you had fun! Dad". I just sigh and trudge upstairs to shower.

I put on a camisole and some boxers and comb out my hair when my phone dings and I see that it's a text from Stiles telling me to open my window. I look over and see he already has his window up and waiting for me. I walk over to my window, open it and face him.

"You rang?" I ask.

"Where were you? I was worried about you!" He exclaimed. Quite loudly too.

"I was at Tommy's with Isaac. We were celebrating the team's victory."

Stiles has a baffled look on his face. He's quiet for a moment and then speaks up. "So you weren't even gonna stay and see what happened?"

I sigh and explain "I made a promise to Isaac–"

"Wait, I thought you and Isaac broke up?" He seems almost upset.

"No, we're back together." I assure him.

He looks at me with extremely confused eyes. "When the hell did that happen?"

"Today… during lunch– hang on, since when has my dating life become such a hot commodity in your life?" I ask a little too harshly.

"Look, this isn't what this is about, alright? The point is, I'm just glad you're okay and nothing happened to you." God I'm a bitch…

"What about you? Are you okay?" I ask, calmer this time.

"Yeah, I'll tell you more about it tomorrow."

"It's gonna have to wait until I get caught up with my chores and then I'm going shopping with Allison and Lydia." I inform him.

"Seriously?" Stiles groans.

"Hey, this supernatural stuff takes out a big chunk of my free time, so I had to start slacking on something! Believe me if it was school work, my dad would have my ass." I elaborate.

He shrugs and nods to show he understands.

"Well, hopefully it doesn't take you too long cuz Scott and I really need to get you caught up on last night, and believe me, you're gonna wanna hear this."

"Crazy stuff? Well, crazier than normal I mean?"

He looks at me without using his words to state the obvious. "That's an understatement."

"Eh, nothing surprises me anymore at this rate." I reply unimpressed, making him laugh.

We laugh together, then smile at each other. Sitting there for a while staring, until I clear my throat to break my silence.

"Well, I'm uh – I'm gonna get to bed. I'll probably see you tomorrow." I barely get out before shutting my window and getting ready for bed.

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I couldn't sleep a wink. All I could think about was how terrible of a friend I was last night, yet Stiles was more concerned with my own safety than the fact that I wasn't at the field when he got there.

I stayed up all night finishing the chores I started slacking on, even finished my history paper and my Spanish homework between loads of laundry and had everything done just as the sun was rising. I check my phone. 7a.m. already?

I quickly shower and change into a Nirvana shirt and black jeans. I notice the flannel that Stiles left here during our recent study session and tie it around my waist. My phone dings with a text from Allison, letting me know she's here. I grab my purse and start putting on my converse as I'm heading for the front door.

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Before we went to the mall, Allison stops by the Beacon Hills Preserve. She turns off the car and gets out while Lydia and I shoot each other a look and get out as well. As we step out, she's closing the trunk of her car with a big black duffle bag over her shoulder. She makes her towards the woods as Lydia and I follow her for what feels like forever.

“Allison, when you said you needed to stop for an errand before we went shopping, a five-mile hike in the woods was not what I was expecting.” Lydia breathlessly exclaims as she catches up closer to Allison.

“Before I forget, I wanted to ask you something.” Allison states matter-of-factly. I fall back a little bit because this was obviously a conversation between the two of them and have seemed to forget I was even here.

“Charli, I need you here as witness,” She adds. It's like she read my mind or something. “Jackson asked me to the winter formal.”

Did he?” Lydia asked nervously.

“Yeah. Just as friends. But I just wanted to make sure you're okay with it first.” Allison…

“Sure. As long as it's just friends.”

“Well, yeah, I mean, it's not like I would take him to the coach's office during lacrosse practice to make out with him or anything.” There it is. Me telling her was definitely a bad idea…

“Uh… about that…” Lydia seems to not know what to say. Can't say I blame her, but doing that to someone who's supposed to be your friend is a new low for her.

I put my hands in my back pockets and keep walking, catching up with Allison, who finally finds a spot she's satisfied with. She puts the bag down and kneels down next to it, opening it and taking out a single brown archer glove. She then takes out an arrow and an oddly shaped arrowhead. Lydia and I stand off to the side and watch her put it together.

“What does that do?” Lydia asks.

“We're about to find out.” Allison replies without looking at us.

She stands up, lines the arrow up and bow up to point at her tree of target. She pulls back and releases it, sending the arrow speeding into a tree and causing a small explosion of fire to ignite with smoke and sparks, making all of us slightly jump. Lydia and I share a shocked, almost scared look. Allison seems surprised, not knowing what to expect. She lowers her bow and looks at the scene in front of her quizzically.

“What the hell was that?” Lydia asks.

“I don't know.” Allison answers, smirking.

“Well, that was fun. Any more lethal weapons you wanna try out?” Lydia quizzes sarcastically.

“I enjoyed it.” I state, shrugging my shoulders with my arms crossed, warranting a smile from Allison.

Suddenly, we all hear a sound of crunching leaves and sticks off in the distance. Lydia is clearly nervous. We all look at each other then back towards where the sound came from.

“Hold this.” Allison pushes the bow into Lydia's arms.

“What? Why?”

“Because I thought I heard something.” Allison whispers as she removes her archer glove.

“So what if you heard something?”

“So I want to find out what that something is.” she continues to whisper. “Don't worry. It's probably nothing.” she continues as she starts heading in the direction towards the sound. Allison, I don't know if you watch as many horror movies as I do, but the ones who say that die immediately….

“Well what if that nothing is something and that something is something dangerous?” Lydia panics. She makes a good point…

Allison stops for a second, “Shoot it.” then keeps walking.

Lydia whimpers, looking down at the arrow. I look between Lydia and Allison, then start jogging after Allison.

“Where are you going?” Lydia cries.

I turn around, picking up a big stick as I walk backwards towards Allison. “She's unarmed, she's gonna need help.” I answer as I turn back around and start jogging to catch up.

Just feet behind her, I can see her walking into the woods cautiously. I continue to follow her, stick in hand. It's an erie feeling, nothing but a crow cawing and fog building up.

Suddenly I hear more footsteps, as does Allison. She starts listening for the direction the footsteps are coming from, reaches into her jacket and shoots her taser. Oh she came PREPARED!

The taser hitting Scott right in the chest, sending electric pulses through his body. “Scott?” Allison calls out, concerned.

As he's convulsing, she runs over to him and follow, dropping the stick.

“Scott!” She calls again.

Through the convulsions, Scott Is able to get out, “Trigger finger!”

“Oh, God, oh, God!” She quickly let's go, stopping the taser and gets down to his level. “I'm so,so, so, so sorry.”

“No, it's my fault. Totally my fault.” Scott assures with a crack in his voice.

I stand next to a kneeling Allison, right by Scott's head. “Are you okay?” I ask concerned.

He waves his hand towards me to signal that he's okay. “Yeah. I'm fine.”

“I didn't know it was you. If I have known it was you…” Allison states very quickly, tripping over her words towards the end.

“Still would pulled the trigger?” Scott jokes.

“No of course not! Seriously, I'm so sorry.” She assures, pulling the probes out of his chest, making him groan.

“Are you sure you're okay?” I ask.

He starts sitting up, looking at Allison. “Yeah, I think so.” Propping himself up on his elbows.

“What were you doing here anyway? Were you following us?” She asks.

“No. Not at all. Your dad told me you run this trail sometimes. I was hoping to catch you alone.” When you put it that way, it's kinda creepy, Scott…

“By following me?” She insists, smiling.

“Well, yeah.”

“What for?”

I sit down on the hill next to us as Scott reaches in his pocket, “I found this at school.” showing her the necklace her aunt gave her. She gasps.

I look down at the ground and become preoccupied with a ridiculously large leaf. trying to not listen in on anymore since I've clearly become the third wheel.

“Thank God! I was beginning to think it was stolen!” She relieves. Hmmmmm… I've never seen a leaf this big before! Yep, only thinking about this big ol’ leaf…

“No. No, just lost. Definitely not stolen by anyone.” What an interesting leaf! Definitely not thinking about how terrible of a liar Scott is… just the big leaf! Yes siry Bob!

Allison laughs. “Well, thank you for finding it. And for bringing it.” She pushes some of hair behind her ear, smiling at him.

“You don't think I'm a total stalker now, do you?” Oh absolutely, but that's the least of your problems…

She scrunches up her face playfully. “Hmmm, no. I just think you're weird. Like you always are.” They smile at each other.

He sits up straight and she hugs him. He holds her lovingly and they hug for a good while, still forgetting I'm even there. I clear my throat and Allison quickly let's go of him. She picks up her taser and removes the cords and heads off back towards Lydia. I quickly get, still holding the big leaf and jog to catch up to her. She discreetly looks back towards him as I catch up and put a comforting hand on her shoulder as we keep walking. I shoot Scott a sympathetic look as I walk with Allison.

“You okay?” I ask her.

She looks at me with a sad smile and nods. She's lying…

“No you're not. You miss him.”

She sighs and looks forward. “ I don't know what to do. I miss him like crazy…” she trail off.

“But?” I inquire.

“But I still don't know if I can trust him.” She adds.

I just nod understandingly. “Is it that you don't trust him, or you feel like he's not telling you everything?” I add.

She shrugs. “I guess it's more of the second part.” I nod again.

“Is there anything you can tell me?” She asks, desperation in her voice. Don't panic! You don't have to lie, just leave out information…

“I know he's a caring person who worries too much sometimes and sometimes makes dumb choices because he's not always using his brain to make decisions, but rather his heart.”

She puts the taser back in her jacket, then puts her hands in her pockets as we walk. “I also know he's head over heels for you and would do anything to keep you safe and happy.” I add, getting a smile from her.

We stay quiet for a moment, then I add, “You don't have to listen to me, but I'd at least talk to him. Tell him what you're thinking and feeling. I know he'll understand, and if you decide it's over between you guys, then at least you guys can get the closure you need.”

She just nods, understanding what I'm saying. “But, what do I know? I've literally only ever had one boyfriend.” I joke, making both of us chuckle.

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As I'm sitting in my room, going through the bags, I text Allison to see how talking with Scott is going. I click on her contact name Alicat. Clicking on her picture of us smiling and doing peace signs.

Charli: So? Did u guys talk?

Alicat: We started, but he had 2 go. Asked me 2 stay till he came back

I sigh in exasperation. Jesus fucking Christ, Scott…

Charli: keep me posted! I'll talk 2 him if I need 2!

Alicat: thnx babes!

I toss my phone on my bed and start putting the clothes away that I just bought.

It just hits me how quiet it is tonight. No Stiles frantically calling me to help him and Scott. No Lydia blowing up my phone with texts about her break up with Jackson or about shopping again. No Scott or Allison calling either. No Isaac. Not even Derek staring into my window menacingly. It feels so foreign and weird. I hate it. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I wish something would happen….

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@mrs-mitch-rapp93 @coconutstars @javalavax @thewickeddgoddess @hufflepuff-foodie @bxchanansbarnes @life-is-obrien @daisyxbuckley @porg-damneron @stiles-o-dylan24 @maliatatevevo @teenwolfmarvel-obsessor

[fainthedcherry]

Tumblr's editor crashed when I was writing entire novels over here in the desc about this drawing. Sucks as I wasss pouring my heart and process out here annd it's all gone but my fault for tryna split up 2 posts ig LOL.

So I'll keep it short, out of frustration, in order to not upset myself. xD

AFTEREDIT: IT CRASHED BUT IT SAVED PART OF MY OG DESC WOOOO-

This is the lineup of my main storyline. I plan to upload that on my upcoming spam for TH too, very important ref!! If I get around to it between working between comms and OTA's, I'll create the 2nd one, where more background characters and stuff are on it, that didn't make it to the 1st sheet due to canvas size limitations.

This drawing took me collectively 3 days to finish, past-sketches. The sketches were done half a year ago, which might explain, why some stuff looks wonk and where I forgor to fix some old anatomy mistakes. xD

For now, enjoy the lineup and until another soon-to-be post, after I'm done perusing the con for interns tomorrow. xD Hopefully keeping you a bit more up to date now between my posts, since I know I have a bad tendency to just leave the internet for mental health reasons and then come back, as if I didn't just leave or didn't say a peep for weeks, when not art related,,,

Until again!! Have a great rest of your morning/eveninggg~

I finished this sheet inbetween taking resume and OTA/comm breaks (yea I picked my motivation back up again to work on owed stuff sdkflsdlkg)

I remember typing out my favs so: Chloe, Leo, Finn, Marco, Zack, Arachne. Just the expressions and poses are priceless to me so. xD

Going to an intern mini-con tmrrw so hopefully I'll build up some connections to a few businesses that might want my help so? Yeah, gunna try my best guys. dxfvmfdggkdf

Myyy patience is running thin with typing this soo, yea. xD If you want the height-sheet for yourself, that one's completely F2U, I'll post it next in a sec, if I can edit descs, I'll add a link down here to it, if you were searching for a height sheet, instead of art LOL.

LINK. BOOP!

Gunna also mention manually who made who:

(ALL THE CREATORS GOT BOTH TOYHOU.SE AND DEVIANTART WITH THE SAME USERNAMES!)

-Diego was made by Adoptiverse

-Bryan was made by MarbleDimension / SALEMGRIM

-Finn & Marco were made by HeavenlyHellfire (Hollowed-Hartlocke made Finn's colors)

-Ménos's most design was made by Hollowed-Hartlocke

-Aimee originally belonged to SeveredRose

-Arachne was made by SeveredRose

The rest are all made by myself, lol. You can probably tell which ones I made, since I for some reason fear neon colors and unlogical colors on mammals, I guess. xD

That should be all. Check those guys out, they make rlly solid art/designs IMHO. : )

HAVE A GREAT REST OF YOUR DAY/NIGHT !!!! : ))

[robin-the-enby]

Ahh i loved that judd fic so much I love angst to happy fics they are my absolute favourite and you write judd so well!!! Could you do one where Judd thinks the reader is losing interest or wanting to break up but ends up being a misunderstanding? Maybe because Judd isn’t very affectionate or very open with his feelings therefore the reader sometimes thinks he needs space and stops trying to latch onto him so much which he thinks is weird cos they usually like to be close to him and while they’re giving him the space they think he needs he sees them getting closer to another guy who seems kind and he think they’d rather be with someone like that? I’d love to see how you would write how Judd would react to this maybe he starts trying to be more affectionate in his own Judd way wanting to be able to give the reader what the want cos he doesn’t want them to break up with him but he’s not sure what to do about it or what ever you feel like he would do ?❣️❣️❣️

Still mine

Pairing: Judd Birch x gn!reader

Summary: Judd is jealous of one of your guy friends, who you seem very comfortable with. So much so that he starts to doubtif you even want to be with him.

Warnings: posessiveness, uncertain feelings about and miscommunication in an established relationship, slight argument, swearing,

A/N: So since I'm, like, one of the two people that write for Judd here, I decided to keep this request. However, I encourage everyone to look at the bio, if requests are open or not. That way I don't have to decide if I'll keep your wonderful requests or no :)

picture is from Google

Snap.

The sound resonates through the quiet room. Judd looks at the broken phone in his hands and with a roll of his eyes he throws the two pieces into the trash can next to the door, before flopping down on his bed with an annoyed sigh.

The young man just finished a call with his partner. He asked them if they wanted to come over, but they refused. Now, normally Judd wouldn't be so pressed about something as trivial as this, but this was the third time this week that this had happened. And each and every time for the same reason too.

And the name of that reason was Martin. Martin was a guy from (Y/N)'s class, kind, but nerdy dude, who Judd's partner was so nice to take under their wing.

Now the two seemed inseparable. Judd tsked. He got that they had other friends and people they wanted to be with, but at this point, they were spending more time with him than their own boyfriend! Besides, Judd didn't particularly liked how affectionate they were with the bastard. He's seen the two of them together when he picked (Y/N) up sometimes and they were all over him, while that fucking moron did nothing but blush in response. Judd grit his teeth as he thought about what he'd do to him if he tried anything on them.

But, would they really mind it? Judd asked himself, but immediately shook his head with a grunt. They were not the type of person to cheat, Judd knew that. But the way (Y/N) was getting so comfortable around Martin...

Judd got up from his bed and went to open a drawer at his desk, where he stashed burner phones. He quickly put in (Y/N)'s number, having memorized it long before they even started dating and shot them a quick text, saying "Come over asap. We need to talk."

* * * * *

"Is everything alright?" Martin looked up from his position on the ground. You two were studying for your biology exam that you're taking tomorrow, when your phone bleeped, signaling that you recieved a new text message. At first, you smiled, seeing it was your lovely boyfriend, but the contents of the message left your stomach doing sommersaults. Martin, of course, noticed all this.

"Hey, um," you started, scratching the back of your head "would you mind if I cut this short? Judd wants to see me. It sounds urgent." you got up from Martin's bed, which you occupied up until this point. Martin, laying on the ground, got up as well, so he could walk you out. The whole time he assured you it was ok and that he hoped you weren't in trouble, because "That guy can be scary as hell." Well, you hoped he was right.

* * * * *

You nervously gripped the steering wheel the whole ride to the Birch's residence. What could he want from you? Have you done something wrong? Were you in trouble? You tried very hard to concentrate on the road instead of wallowing in your worries.

You parked in front of Birch's home and walked in. Diane, as well as Elliot told you long ago to not knock, since you were "like family" as they said, although you were suspicious they were just glad somebody finally managed to "tame" their rebellious son, not that you'd ever try to do that. You still weren't really used to just waltzing into their house like it was your own, but today was an exception. Although you were looking to get up to your boyfriend's room as fast as you could, you didn't forget to shout a greeting to Mrs. or Mr. Birch, if they even were in the house.

Your mind registered hazilly no response to your greeting, but you foggily remember passin Nicky, Judd's younger brother, on the stairs. You mumbled a quick "Hi!" and "Outta the way squirt." before stopping right in front of Judd's door with yellow caution tape plastered on it.

You hesitated for a few seconds, before knocking on the door softly three times. You knew he wasn't going to answer, so you waited a little bit before slowly opening the door and sticking your head through. "Babe?" You called hesitantly.

Judd was leaning on his desk, facing the door. He motioned for you to come in and you did. Oh, you hated how small he made you feel with that intent gaze that never left your face. You hated how it made you curl into yourself, trying to make you seem as small as possible. Be it any other situation, this gesture would make you feel hot under the collar, but now you just felt like an employee who the boss carpeted for messing up.

"You wanted to talk?" Oh geez, you even sounded like it, you thought. Judd quirked one brow "You tell me. Is there something you want to tell me?" What did he mean by that? You quickly raked your brain for anything important you needed to discuss with him. But you couldn't come up with a single thing.

You looked at Judd again an said slowly "No, I don't think so..." Your boyfriend frowned and growled "So you wanna wait until that fucker finally makes a move on you before you end it or what?"

In that moment, you must've looked like a dead fish. Mouth wide open and eyes wide. It took you a while before you got what he meant and you couldn't help but laugh "You- you mean Martin?" you managed to get out before falling into another fit of laughter. Judd's frown got deeper "Yeah, I mean fucking Martin." he spat.

When you kept on laughing, Judd growled at you "You think this is funny?!" You nodded, tears falling onto your cheeks, your stomach hurting from laughing so hard. You tried desperately to regain your composure, so you could explain the situation to your dummy of a boyfriend. But you couldn't help but continue loaughing, because, how can a man who can write a whole ass manifesto be so clueless??

Eventually though, you caught your breath again and said "I just wanted to give you more space babe." you smiled. But to your surprise, Judd only scoffed "Yeah. Cut the bullshit (Y/N). I'm not a dumbass. Don't try to turn this into doing me a favour."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Was he that thick? You took a deep breath to keep up with his bullshit and not to do something you would later regret, before you asked "What do YOU think is going on then?" Judd folded his arms over his chest and answered "You've been avoiding me for that jackass Martin, and don't even try to deny you don't like him, I've seen you two all huddled up like loverbirds. Tell me, when didcha get sick of me huh?" Judd cocked his head to the side and squinted at you, his tone demeanful.

But you remained calm, trying not to give into his game. "I'm an affectionate person is all. I just thought you wouldn't be into that stuff, so I'm affectionate with him. But that's it. He's JUST my friend, Judd. Nothing more." you shrugged. Now he was left gaping at you. When he said nothing, seemingly mulling over the information you just gave him, you continued "You're a pretty secretive and distant person, y'know that? Not that I mind, it's one of the reasons I fell in love with you, I just...didn't want to overwhelm you with my affections and need for attention."

Judd looked...surprised, to say the least. He really didn't know what to say. But you looked like you weren't lying. As if you read his thoughts, you quipped "Now is the part where you say sorry." and winked at him. Judd smirked and made his way to you, only to wrap you up in his arms.

"Never." he said "But I'm glad you're still mine."

[loostssoul]

if you kissed me - Rodrick Heffley | 1.9k

Yeah yeah i know i haven't written since a million years ago. and yeah yeah i know this is my first real fanfiction i posted on tumblr. fair warning, i'm not the best writer, i honestly just do this for fun and i'm totally up to criticism because i do want to make my writing better. if this is literally inaccurate, im sorry its been like 5 years since i've read the books. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fluff-fest that I created in the span of a few hours.

paring: rodrick x reader genre: fluff. lots of fluff

Credits to the maker of the picture! 15 Days till the Contest | 9:42 PM, Saturday

Plick, plick, plick

My speakers were blasting so loud I almost didn’t hear the sound of pebbles hitting my window.

Plick, plick, plick

I rubbed my eyes and slammed my laptop shut, walking toward my bedroom window. Peering down, I saw a figure a few yards down from my second-story bedroom, looking back up at me. Dark brown, messy hair that stuck up around his face. A red and black flannel, black ripped jeans, and, (of course) a tee-shirt with “Loded Diper” clumsily written on it. A grin spread on his face as he saw my face come into his view, causing me to blush. Rodrick Heffley, Crossland High bad boy, and my boyfriend.

I unlocked the latch to my window and stuck my head out, taking in the cool air and letting the neighbors enjoy the music I was playing (they never did). I looked down.

“Y/N!” He whisper-yelled

“Evening, Heffley.”

“I need to tell you something!”

“What’s so important that you have to scratch my window instead of using the power of modern technology to call me?”

His mouth opened to give me a response, but nothing came out. I smirked, “Come on up.”

I opened the window wider as he climbed the trellis that lined the back of my house. I backed up to my door and locked it. Precautions, my parents liked Rodrick but they definitely wouldn’t approve of him in my room at night. I looked back and I saw him, every feature of him illuminated by the light of my room. His cheeky smile and chocolate brown eyes. He slowly closed the window and walked toward me, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. I still got butterflies whenever he touched me.

“Hey, Spiderman. What did ya climb in here to tell me?” I asked

“I got Loded Diper into a contest.”

My eyes widened, Loded Diper, my boyfriend’s rock band, wasn’t exactly known for being the best. It was mostly known for his mom’s insane dance moves during the Plainview Talent Show. But of course, i'll never say that in front of his face.

“You did?! That’s awesome Rodrick!”

“Yeah! It's a battle of the bands contest, we’re going against two other bands. I really think this is gonna be our big break!” His eyes sparkled in excitement.

His happiness was contagious, he was like a goddamn puppy. I pulled him into my arms. “I’m proud of you Rod.” I muttered and smiled into his collarbone. I felt him inhale the scent of my hair and twirl my locks around his fingers.

“Hey,” he said, breaking the hug. “I’m having practice tomorrow with the band, you wanna come?”

“Sure. I go to every practice anyway, why miss out on this one?” I shrugged.

He chuckled and looked at me. Really looked at me. That’s one of the reasons why I fell for him. It never seemed like it, but he paid attention. We’ve only been dating for 4 months, but he knew me like no one else did, and I knew that in the way he looked at me. I felt his hand cup my face, his thumb rubbing my cheek in small circles. I looked up at him, noticing how tall he was, how close he was. Was I the one who leaned in? Was he the one who leaned in? Did we just do it subconsciously? Did he want this? Was he ready? Was I ready?

The ringing of Rodrick’s phone filled the room. The daze we were trapped in was gone and we separated, our faces red. Rodrick picked up the phone, it was his mom.

“Yeah, mom? Mom...I’m in the middle of something. I’ll do laundry later, ok? Now? C’mon… Alright, fine. Bye.” He hung up. “Sorry, I gotta blast.”

“It’s fine, I’ll see you tomorrow?” I asked him as he started toward my window.

He looked back at me and planted a kiss on my forehead, the farthest we’ve ever gone with physical touch as a couple.

“Tomorrow”

~~✰✰✰~~

14 Days till the Contest | 1:22 PM, Saturday afternoon

“Should we take it from the top?”

Practice wasn’t going so well. I could feel the nervousness, the tension. Drums were slightly off beat, the guitarist’s fingers would fly to the wrong places on the fretboard, lyrics would go all over the place. The contest was two weeks away, and Loded Diper was already feeling the anxiousness. I sat on the floor of the garage, on top of a picnic blanket I found. To Rodrick’s dismay, his mom forced him to let Greg watch band practice, as a form of “brother-to-brother bonding time.” Greg sat next to me, mockingly covering his ears.

“Oh thank god, it's done.” Greg said with an immense amount of sarcasm and uncovering his ears.

Rodrick threw a crumpled-up piece of paper at his head, “Shut up.”

“Both of you, be nice.” I laughed. “I think you guys should take a break for a while, maybe shake off the nerves.”

“Good idea Y/N, 20 minute break everyone!” The lead singer said. Everyone spread out, grabbing a piece of pizza ordered earlier and laying down. Greg ran out of the garage, yelling, “I’m free!”

Rodrick stood up and began gulping down a bottle of water. He wore a black tanktop and black ripped jeans, sweat dripping down his forehead. I ran up behind him and wrapped my arms around his torso. He turned and faced me, running his hands through my hair, lost in thought.

“You ok, Rod?” I asked him.

He sighed, “nerves”

I leaned my head on his chest, “You’re gonna do great, you’ve done so many gigs in the past. Think of this as one of those!”

He smiled at me, “You know what would make me feel a lot less nervous?”

“Oh god. What?”

A really common thing Rodrick did was try to bargain a kiss on the lips from me. It's been an ongoing joke, a meaningless bit he did all the time. I’ll do my homework if you kissed me on the lips. I’ll smile in the picture if you kissed me on the lips. It still hasn’t worked.

“I might be less nervous if you kissed me on the lips.” He whispered to me.

I rolled my eyes, “If that’s what it takes then I think you’ll lose the competition.”

He let go of me and laughed, my favorite laugh. “Worth a try.” He shrugged, going off to join his bandmates and the pizza. But as I watched him smile and laugh with his friends, I lost myself. I thought about the previous night. The way we fit into each other, the closeness, the fact that was so close that I could see my reflection in his eyes.

Maybe I should just say yes.

~~✰✰✰~~

The Day of the Contest

For the past 2 weeks, Rodrick has given me the “kiss-bargain” joke 9 times. Every time, I deflected it with sarcastic remarks, and every time I regretted not agreeing.

I sat on the front steps of my porch, waiting for Rodrick to pick me up. I regretted the jean shorts and plain black tee-shirt I had on, as a cold breeze brushed my skin. I pulled my black leather jacket on, which I painted “Loded Diper” on the back in white paint. Then, I heard it. The echo of heavy metal turned to full blast, and… the faint sound of something big getting knocked over. Oh god, they’re here. The white van with “Loded Diper” written in huge words screeched to a halt in front of my house.

The window rolled down, revealing my boyfriend and his excited grin. “Get in.”

~~✰✰✰~~

30 minutes till Loded Diper preforms

It felt surreal to be backstage, and really exciting. Energy was flowing through the room, as all the other bands talked and played. The rest of the band members seemed excited, full of adrenaline. Except for Rodrick, he’s been nervous ever since soundcheck. His leg was bouncing,he twirled his drumsticks around, drumming them on random objects, and his eyes stared into nothing.

“Rodrick, you want me to do your eyeliner?”

“Huh?” He didn’t take his eyes away from the ground, his voice seemed far away.

I lifted a liquid eyeliner pen I had in my pocket, “Eyeliner. I just did mine, we can match!”

He lifted his head and noticed me. I had my eyeliner smudged, just like he always does during a gig. He grinned, “Yeah. Yeah sure.”

I’ve done his eyeliner many times in the past, and I loved doing it because I had to be as close to him as possible. So I hopped onto his lap, pressing myself close to him, trying to comfort him with my warmth.

“Close your eyes.” I ordered.

As I applied his eyeliner, I could feel his heartbeat against my chest. It was heavy, and fast. I’m pretty sure I would still hear it if I wasn’t as close to him as I was, even though the loud music blasting through the theatre.

“Done”

He opened his eyes, and butterflies flooded my stomach. We were close. Very close. Should I do it? Should I lean in?

Rodrick probably sensed my flustered-ness. He smirked, “Cat got your tongue?”

I rolled my eyes, blushing hard. “Shut up.” I said, playfully punching him.

~~✰✰✰~~

“5 Minutes until Loded Diper performs!” A man exclaimed to us.

Rodrick was as nervous as ever. We’ve been standing on the left wing of the stage, watching the other bands play. It felt like a bunch of Loded Diper copy-pastes. A bunch of high schoolers, weird names, very aggressive playing. But they were still pretty good. Rodrick was biting the nails of one of his hands and tapping his other hand on the wall behind him. I looked up at him and held his hand, stopping it from fidgeting. He smiled nervously.

Now or never Y/N…

“Hey, you said that if I kiss you, you won’t be as nervous. Right?”

He looked at me, wide eyed. He seemed to be trying to compute what I said.

I stood on tiptoe and put his face in my hands. It was that night all over again. Every detail of his face, of him was in full view. His eyes, his eyeliner, his scent, his lips. I leaned in.

His lips were soft against mine, but they were tense, flustered. I was terrified, It was the wrong place, the wrong time. Until I felt one hand in my hair, another on my waist, pulling me closer.

How long was the kiss? A few seconds? It felt like minutes, hours. Sparked ignited. Butterflies flew in my stomach. His scent was the only thing I smelled, his warmth was the only thing I felt. The music faded away. Everything faded away. It was just him and I. Until we broke apart, taking in deep breaths of each other. We wanted more, but Loded Diper was playing in a few seconds.

“Hey, Rodrick.”

“Yeah?”

“If you win I’ll kiss you again”

We both knew I would kiss him regardless.

I didn't edit this because editing is for wimps (just kidding be responsible and edit your work)

please like and reblog because it gives me serotonin and i need that

[alex-demon-wolf]

How about fake dating (a timeless classic) + fairy tail au if you're up for it :D!

With any side(s) of your choosing!!!!!!!

Thank you for the request!

Fake It

"Sorry, but I'm already taken," That was the phrase that got Janus into this mess. Into an intricate web of lies about dating some satyr, all because he couldn't just say a two letter word to someone.

"Sooooooo~ How's it to be datin the nerd?" Remus asked as he flew on to the balcony, before sitting on the railing in front of the snake like prince

"Logan's fine. And you know we aren't dating, why do you have to bring it up." Janus huffed, tossing aside the book he'd been trying to read before the newest of his distractions showed up

"Because it's fun to poke fun at you two, and how you've dragged him into your avoidance of love," Remus' wings flapped a little as he spoke

Janus sighed as he looked off the balcony, "It's not for long. Once the ball is over and that stubborn prince leaves, we'll have a 'break up' then do what we'd like."

"Look, maybe, just maybe, you should, I dunno.. try to get to know him at least?" Remus was a bit sick of his friend's complete avoidance of anything slightly resembling romance

"Why should I." Janus looked- well more so glared at him.

"A; so you can sell this better than the apple cider from the farmers, and B; cause maybe you'll be able to have someone else here for you,"

"..Ugh!" Janus groaned, leaning back in his chair, "..Fine, I guess you're.." Remus perked up hearing that, "Nope, too much credit." Janus stood up, making the other fake pout, "Now get going, or Roman may hit you with a broom again,"

"Fine, I'll see you after the ball, now go find your prince charming," Remus leaned back falling off the balcony. Janus sighed relieved when he saw him flying away, gulping before he went to find Logan

He found the scientist out in the garden, "Logan?" He looked at him, ears perking up

"Why hello there your Highness, how are you?" The look he got made him correct himself, "Sorry, how are you Love?" He got up as Janus got to him

"I want to learn more about you,"

"Why?" He tilted his head to the side, "You said you wanted to interact as little as possible last night, what changed?"

"A friend pointed out to me that, to sell this, we'll need to know about one another, you should already know a lot about me, now I need to know you,"

"Let's go back over this, ok?" Janus looked up from the notes he had written

"Alright, but first, are you sure this is a good way to do this?" The satyr turned to look at him,

"Yes, now ask."

"Favorite color?"

"Dark blues of any kind,"

"Favorite food?"

"The jam made by the Crofters' farm, specifically around December because it's cheaper then,"

"Favorite activity?"

"Reading, and writing, especially related to research to help others,"

"Great, you've got the basics, I'm sure you can get the rest down before tomorrow evening. Now, I'm going on my lunch break, you study up on me." He left without another word, Janus sighing as the clacks of the hooves left

"Damn, and I thought my brother was bad at love," Roman walked into the room, dark red wings held tight to his back

"What are you doing here?"

"As a guard, I'm supposed to be patrolling the castle. As your friend, I'm checking in on you, and this idea my brother had," He sat on the desk Janus was at, taking the notebook from him

"Give that back, I need it!" Janus tried to get it, though his short self could barely reach it before Roman began flying

"You're studying him? Really? Why not just talk, and naturally find this stuff out?"

"We don't have time for that, I need to know this by tomorrow night!" Janus stood on the desk, reaching up for the book

"You know this is going to back fire fifteen different ways, right?" He looked down at him, landing with grace

"It won't, it's not like we're doing this for all our lives, it's just one night," He snatched it back, "Now go back onto patrol, I'll see you later," He sat in his seat again, ignoring the sigh from the romantic avian

"My my, I wasn't expecting to see you here," Janus smiled seeing Remus, dressed up more than he'd ever seen him

"Yeah, well I figured I may as well show up, especially since I'm the farmer's plus one," He shrugged a bit, "Enjoy your evening with your boytoy," Remus walked off, Janus sighing as he went into the room

He went over to the serving table, getting a glass of sparkling cider, "Why hello there Sweetcheeks," He rolled his eyes, looking at the wanna be prince, "Where's that boyfriend of yours?"

"Right here," Logan stated as he walked up, getting his own glass, "Can you please leave us alone?"

"I don't believe that you two are together, everyone knows the prince here has been avoiding love since the first suitor. You're gonna have to do more than just say you're a couple to convince me,"

"What do we need to do then?" Janus sipped his drink, before setting it on the table. Then came the questions, Janus answering them with ease, Logan struggling slightly with a few

"Are we done here?" Logan questioned, hoof tapping the tile a little, Janus noticing

"Not yet, anyone could've answered those questions. How about.." He thought it over, eyes landing on the ballroom floor, "The couples dance?"

Janus stuffed down the panic that set in at the idea. He hadn't taught Logan the dance. "We can do a simple dance," Logan said, with too much ignorant confidence

This all lead to them, in the middle of the dancfloor, Logan holding Janus' waist, Janus' hand on his shoulder, the other on his waist as they began the dance. "Why do we have to do this?.." Logan asked, everyone watching

"Supposed to show we're 'in sync' or something.. step to the left now," Janus whispered, quietly leading the two through this. As it went on Logan was getting more nervous, stumbling more, and more

"Jan, I can't do this.." Logan went to pull away, Janus just following like it was part of the dance

"It's not that hard just follow what I say,"

"Janus-"

"Listen to me. It's one dance. You can get through this. Now dip." Janus went to fall back, Logan dipping him. It just got him to see the people looking at them.. all the attention on the two 'lovebirds'..

Logan froze up, panic starting to fill him. He couldn't do this.. Janus fell onto the floor with a thud, sitting up as he heard the hooves of his dance partner running off, "Wonderful, just great," He muttered under his breath as the douche came over

"Well looks like you scared him off," He offered his hand to Janus, who just got up on his own, "So, how about a dance with someone more fitting?" Went to grab him, Janus pushing him aside

"I need to go find him," He left to look for Logan, ignoring the sound of armor clinking behind him, and heels clicking on the floor, "Roman, whose that?"

"My partner to the ball tonight, now what was that?" Roman flew in front of Janus, who just glared at him

"Logan ran off, that's what."

"Well why did he?" Janus looked at the third person, who was clearly a vampire, "Name's Virgil," He greeted, glaring back at the short prince

"What do you mean by 'why did he?'?" Janus snapped at the vamp

"I mean he is your boyfriend, right? So why would he run off? If he gets stage fright, or hates being the center of attention, should you not know that? I mean me and Roman have been together for less time than you two and he already knows I won't be stepping onto the dancefloor," Virgil explained as he tugged his jacket on again. Roman frowned a bit, going next to his partner once more. Janus looked away, just starting to walk as he thought over what had just happened with his 'boyfriend'

"Let's get going dearest, I don't think he needs us right now," Roman softly said as the couple walked away, leaving Janus to just silently walk down the empty halls, looking for the satyr

He finally found him in the garden, the farthest place on the castle grounds away from the ball, "Logan?.."

Logan looked at him, freezing up again, goat eyes staring into his soul with fear

"Hey.. it's ok, I'm not mad, or upset or anything.." He slowly made his way to him, kneeling down to be next to the sitting satyr

Logan moved back from him slightly, not letting him out of sight. Janus frowned at the tears falling down the other's cheeks

He sat there next to him, "Take your time Lo.. I'll be here as long as you need me.." He then let the two fall into silence, the only noice being the party in the distance, the festival in the town, and the wind chimes chiming

Logan took a shakey breath, wiping the tears from his face, "I'm sorry your Highness.. I should've told you I can't handle that many people looking at me.." He sniffed a bit, looking at the prince, who looked back

"Don't be sorry.. I should've gotten to actually know you before shoving you into this.. I shouldn't have tried to push you through it when you said you couldn't.."

"..Why didn't you just tell him no to begin with?.."

"I.." He sighed, looking away, "..I wanted him to stop, and sometimes saying no doesn't get that.. thought he'd stop after I said you and me were together, then he called my bluff.. Said to bring you to the ball, show you off, all that.."

"And you felt like you were in too deep?.."

"Yeah.." He looked back at him

"I understand.. how about, once we both calm down, we just head to the festival and get some food?.."

"Yeah.. that sounds fun.." Janus leaned back against the fence on the garden, looking up at the sky

Logan laughed as Janus got done with the story, "Oh shut it," The embarrassed prince looked away from the other

"Sorry, sorry, I just- how do you manage to fall up the stairs, twice in a row??" Logan questioned as he ate his candied apple

"I don't know," He laughed a bit, realizing the stupidity, "But come on, I didn't laugh at you for biting your own hand,"

"I was exhausted, that's different than you just being dumb," Logan laughed as Janus gsve him an offended look before he joined him

Janus sighed, "Thank you Logan.. this was fun,"

"No need to thank me, Jan.." The two looked at the rest of the festival. Janus smiled seeing Remus and the farmer chatting, Patton's tail wagging like crazy, "Hey, look," Janus looked where Logan was point, seeing a very flustered Roman, and a smug looking vampire talking to him

"I'm happy they could find someone," Janus went back to eating his candied apple

"Me too," Logan sighed a little, "Wish I could be that lucky.."

"I'm sure you will," Janus smiled a little at him, "I mean I don't see how anyone couldn't fall for you,"

"What? Do you like me now?" Logan looked at him with a joking smile

"Of course not," Janus smiled a bit, enjoying the vibes of the festival as the two fall quiet

This was his favorite ball yet

[jaeqtstuff]

― 𝑔𝒽𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊

words count: 1.7k

playlist: ghost by justin bieber (recommend to listen to it while reading, just to get the feels because im suck at angst lol)

pls note that english is not my first language. but i had fun writing this so i hope you too! xx

[10:15pm] after escaping the most boring blind date that your friend set you up with, you came across the usual late night bar that you used to go during your days with beomgyu. yeah, your famous ex among your peers.

everybody knows how in love, how insanely perfect the two of you were for a love story but that was during high school. college was a whole different story. it suddenly becomes so toxic that it drained both of you. waking up every morning was a burden to the point you can't even breath in each other presence. you didn't know what went wrong, neither did he but as years passed, it was all because of childish reason. the most hurtful thing about this one is, you knew it could be saved but you didn't do anything. and neither did he.

"whiskey on the rocks." you choose to sit far from others, wanting more privacy. the bartender seems to recognise you by the way his mouth formed a big smile as if he was welcoming a friend. you smiled back, nonetheless.

let's just call it off. it's better this way. i mean can you do this everyday? doesn't this itch you?

you shut you eyes close as you slowly savouring every drops of it. why does it taste bitter? it shouldn't taste like this. i should've just go home.

fucking sick of it. fucking sick of everything and just piss off. don't you get tired of me? honestly i am. so get lost from my fucking sight.

the more you sip, the bitter it got. you didn't enjoy it. maybe that's the reason why some people avoid old places but you were there, drinking alone in the most romantic set up you could ever imagine for a late night bar, the low dimmed lights and slow soul music playing in the background and not to mention all the couple around you. you hate it so much but you can't deny the obvious fact that you missed it. you miss how this place used to caress you with memories you still keep in the deepest part of your heart.

"do people still come over to sing?" you casually asked the bartender as he slips your second drink. you remember how beomgyu used to say that he will sing at the small stage and dedicate a song for you infront of everyone in the bar but he never did.

"well yes. in fact, we're preparing for one." he replied, with much excitement at you. you look passed your shoulders, eyes fixed to the small stage at the corner. they were getting ready with the mic and there was single stool with a guitar at the side.

"he's a good singer." the bartender commented as he was wiping all the utensils he had used just now with a clean cloth. "really?" you look away from the stage and bring your glass close to the mouth. without wasting much, you gulped down the rest of the drink in one go before taking out your purse to pay. you could hear the soft melody of guitar playing at the back but you were more focus with the text displayed on your home screen. "it's weekend. leave me the fuck alone." you hissed under your breath.

Youngblood thinks there's always tomorrow

I miss your touch on nights when I'm hollow

I know you crossed a bridge that I can't follow

Since the love that you left is all that I get

I want you to know that if I can't be close to you

I settle for the ghost of you

I miss you more than life

you shut the phone away and bring the card out to pay. you waited for the bartender to notice you but you were now interested with the song. your head unknowingly move with the beat, fingers tapping slowly on your bare legs. the lights on the stage were too dimmed and you couldn't see well who was the one singing but his voice was causing a whole war flashback in your head.

And if you can't be next to me

Your memory is ecstasy

I miss you more than life

I miss you more than life

you never knew a song could break you so much, not when you least expected it but the one singing was also not helping the situation any better. he was singing his heart out, as if he was the one writing the lyrics from some kind of painful experience he ever had in his life. anyone in the bar could say the same thing.

Youngblood thinks there's always tomorrow

I need more time but time can't be borrowed

I'd leave it all behind if I could follow

Since the love that you left is all that I get

I want you to know that if I can't be close to you

the more you listen, the more your heart ached. all these years, you thought you moved on from him. you can finally accept the fact that you can live without him by your side. in those years, it's a lie if you say you never thought of him during those drunken nights with your friends. but tonight was brutal. you could relate to the lyrics so much that you had trouble holding yourself back from any breakdown that would cost you every time you said you were good without him.

I'll settle for the ghost of you

I miss you more than life, yeah

you were never good.

And if you can't be next to me

Your memory is ecstasy (oh)

I miss you more than life

I miss you more than life

you were never calm after both of you called it off. you forced yourself to drink every night so that you can sleep without thinking of him but the terrible headaches every morning was torture. the moment you get up, he was all over in your head. you remember how you wanted to run back to him every night, tell him to forget all the bad pieces and just start new but by looking at the sight of it, it would make you throw up. you definitely knew it will make things worse.

you looked at the stage, still trying to see who was the one singing. heart still hurting but deep down, you were expecting something out of wicked love story. the tears building up in your eyes were not helping as your visions got blurry from the lyrics. blinking the tears away, you were nervous to look back to the stage again.

So if I can't get close to you

I'll settle for the ghost of you

But I miss you more than life

And if you can't be next to me

Your memory is ecstasy

you breathed in deeply, struggling to gain your composure. nonetheless, the shaky eyes went back to the stage where suddenly, the lights around the stage were slowly looking brighter. you could clearly see how he was playing the guitar effortlessly with his eyes closed. the expression on his face was tormentingly raw or maybe it was just your eyes telling the lies to the mind, telling you that he was also in much pain just like you were. one thing for sure, you eyes couldn't lie the one infront of you.

I miss you more than life

I miss you more than life

how can you forget his voice? you gasped for air, breathed in every sharp air you could get because you knew, the night will only get worse, will only wreck you even more than it did before. you could never get better from it.

the people around you start clapping, telling you that he was done singing on the stage. you could hear the soft giggle from the mic before the countless thank you from him. you carefully eyed him at the stage before taking out the cash from your purse, putting the card back inside. you couldn't be bothered about the points because the last thing you want was beomgyu seeing you in this helpless state. smudge eyeliner and mascara because of the tears and also the short lacy black dress you were wearing. it was too obvious.

so you left without looking back. and oh boy, the moment the cold air hit your face, you couldn't hold back the tears. no, you were weeping, sobbing, almost throwing up on the side road. walking to home will be hard but you were quick to stop a cab.

thank god the tears stop the moment you were in the cab. the warm seat kinda cool you down a bit but your heart was eager. you didn't stop there and pulled out the phone from your back. eventhough you didn't contact each other, you knew where to find him and in those nights like this, you always check on him. last time you did was two years ago and maybe it should just stay unchecked.

the moment it hits you, there i knew i am still holding on to the past just like how i always did. and perhaps it's because you are always there. not leaving me nor forget about me. i will just settle like this, holding on to that life i miss most. ― 15 minutes ago

wish you can stay longer so that this night would not be lonely again but it's not what i thought it is. i'm sorry. ― 2 minutes ago

you lost at the last words and now fighting your own mind, telling the cab to turn around but you couldn't get the words out from your mouth. you knew beomgyu saw you, he probably saw you in that bar. sitting alone at the furthest table from the rest. he probably saw how you were struggling in your seat, looking so pathetic in that dress.

he was right. beomgyu was right.

this night will only get lonelier. if only you stayed, maybe things could change but you knew, it can only work if both of you wanted it. he had his chance but he didn't use it. in between those tears, you laugh it off, thinking how stupid could you be with just simple words like 'i'm sorry', you were ready to throw yourself again to the deepest pit of hell with him.

choi beomgyu,

the only man who wreck you this much. the only man who can prove to you that there will be no other lover like him.

"choi beomgyu."

[one-boring-person]

Hi, it's me again lol. I'm not very well, could you do one with Lost Boys, which the reader suffers with depression until one day she is about to try something to end the pain, but the boys find her and stop her plan? Something cute with them talking to her, hugs and they even decide to take her in. If you don't want to because it's too triggering, that's fine, I'll understand. I'm really sorry if it's bothersome, it's just that I needed some comfort with them and you write so well.

Oh no, I hope you feel better after reading this! I'm sorry it's so short!💛❤ and thanks for the compliments!

Why Did You Stop Me?

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: SUICIDAL THEMES, mention of death

Masterlist

A/n: this is the closest I will get to writing suicide (for future reference for others)

Wind tears around the four vampires as they race up the road, each thanking whatever God there is that their bodies don't get tired from exertion like this, though they use the same breath to curse them. Normally, they'd be much faster, using the air to get exactly where they need to be, but nature is playing a cruel trick on them today: a storm rages around Santa Carla, the wind and rain far too strong for flying to be of any real use. It does nothing to help the panic sparking through their systems, bodies tense as they push through the whirling haze of rain, eyes wide in terror. None of them, not Paul, not Marko, not Dwayne, not even David, can remember the last time they were as frightened, as helpless as they felt now.

Paul leads, his naturally leaner body moving faster than the others, though Dwayne is right on his tail, Marko and David bringing up the rear, their coats flying out behind them. None of them speak, each too focused on getting up the hill they've ridden up so many times, the stretch feeling longer than it ever has done. The sharp ridge of the bridge up ahead is already in view, the structure so familiar to them, a place they never thought would be used for anything except their own enjoyment. 

As they finally crest the top of the hill, a familiar figure comes into view, their silhouette almost invisible through the rainstorm as they stare down at the gaping drop below them. It's heartbreaking for the vampires to see this, the set to the figure's shoulders dejected, slumped and weak, something they've come to notice in past months, though they always tried to curb it. They tried all sorts: nights out on the Boardwalk, movie nights in their home, food dates, motorbike rides, everything. It had looked like it was working, like their efforts were making a change, but it was only tonight that they figured out it made no difference. The note they found at the cave had told them that their efforts were appreciated, but that, though they had tried, it wasn't enough. Not this time.

Their brains had gone blank as they tore from the hotel, forgetting their bikes as they started the long run to the bridge, where they knew she'd be waiting, ready to commit one last act.

Now, as they race out over the edge of the hill, they call out to her, Paul breaking into a sprint as he gets close. She looks over at them, eyes widening as she freezes in place, before she turns back to the drop, moving closer to the edge. 

Paul visibly strains to move faster, hair fanning out around his face as he leaps to catch (Y/n), who finally steps off of the edge. 

The others skid to a halt, screaming out to her as she starts to plummet to the black depths, hearts dropping in terror, their voices raw with pain and horror, pleading lacing their tones. David, Marko and Dwayne can only watch as Paul throws himself off after her, arms outstretched as he calls out to her, desperation driving him forwards. 

For a moment, there is no sound except the howling wind around them, the rain pelting the floor beating out a rhythm they don't pay any attention to, the three vampires frozen in place in terror. Genuine fear is etched into David's expression, his face more open and vulnerable than either Dwayne or Marko can recall it ever being, but then so are theirs. Stock still, they remain where they are, staring out over the empty crack in the ground, every particle within them being used to pray for (Y/n)'s survival and Paul's success. He'd always been a fast flyer, so he definitely stands a good choice of catching her.

Minutes pass, before Paul finally emerges back over the lip of the cliff, a body cradled in his arms. In the dark, the others can tell he's distraught, his eyes wide as he stares down at the girl in his grip, the limp figure curled into his chest. Instantly, the other three leap into the air, fighting the harsh winds as they move to crowd round their friend, anxious to know if (Y/n) is alright.

"She fainted...she's alive." Paul manages out, sounding breathless as he holds (Y/n) closer to him.

Relief floods them all, teary eyes closing as they thank whatever is out there that she's still with them, that she hasn't been taken away from them prematurely.

*

It's a few hours later that (Y/n) finally comes to again, finding herself confused and disoriented as she wakes in a bed full of four other bodies, each curled around her. The feeling is comforting, but she can't help the small spark of disappointment that flares up within her as she realises she's still alive. Groaning, she leans her head back, surprised when it meets the hard ridge of someone's collarbone. She glances up, eyes widening in surprise as she sees David watching her, his piercing eyes softer than usual. The look instills a sense of security within her, and she glances around her again, taking in the other vampires holding her. Dwayne lies to David's right, his head on her shoulder, whilst Marko uses her stomach as a pillow, Paul lying between her legs, his head on one of her thighs. All of them are watching her, relief written into their features.

"You're awake." Paul murmurs, his warm blue eyes meeting her's.

Tired, she simply nods, somewhat unhappy with that fact. They notice this, and their grips tighten around her. All is silent for a long while, (Y/n) sinking back into the dark thoughts that spring unbidden to mind.

"Why did you stop me?" She finally asks, voice quiet and hoarse.

"Because none of us would be able to live without you, and you were trying to take yourself away far too early. We couldn't let you do that to yourself when you've got a whole life ahead of you." David says, reassuring her with the rhythmic rubbing of his hand over her arm, "We love you too much."

"But why? I'm not happy with who I am, I hate existing, and, apart from you guys, there is nothing left for me to live for!" She argues back, frowning angrily.

"We love you for who you are and we know full well that you have a lot of opportunities that you'll miss out on. We want to help you learn to love yourself as much as we do, we're here for you, (Y/n). We always have been, as long as we've known you." Dwayne interjects, smiling down at me gently.

Rendered speechless by the confession, (Y/n) opens and closes her mouth a few times, trying to figure out an argument in response, before Marko leans up and places a finger over her lips.

"What they're saying is true. We all love you far too much just to let you go so easily. We're gonna fight with you and we're not gonna let you surrender, ever, because you have so much to live for. There are loads of people who care about you, it just seems like there aren't many because the world had a cruel way of making life difficult for us all. You're appreciated, (Y/n), by loads of people." The shorter blonde smiles, "Mostly by us, though.

"Yeah, (Y/n), we need you in our lives. You're so important to us." Paul chips in, watching her.

Again, (Y/n) struggles to find the words she wants, unsure of how to react though her heart has flooded with love and security, chasing off the darkness. She makes a few noncommittal sounds at first, until David interrupts her.

"Come on, we'll talk more about this tomorrow night. Right now, you need to get some sleep." The blonde vampire hums, holding her closer to him as the others cuddle closer, too, pressing their bodies to hers. 

"Thank you." (Y/n) murmurs after a little while, relaxing into the vampires' grip, feeling exhaustion starting to take over.

"Of course. We're always here for you." Dwayne purrs back, the boys cradling her until she falls asleep, the four of them unbelievably relieved that they got to her in time.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ TWO COFFEES ❜

✨ REQUEST: Oh can I have a Nestor imagine where Miguel ends setting the pair of you up??? 💜♥️💜♥️💜

✨ MADE BY ANON.

Gif credits: to the author.

WORDS: about 1.6k.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place or something that makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted ❤ — this work also includes sentences in Spanish, as reader can speak it.

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“Two coffees, please”.

You were with your back to him when you heard his husky voice and a soft latin tone in it. You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow with some kind of confusion at his order. Who comes to a Starbucks just asking for two coffees? Turning at the man with your lips pressed in a funny smile, you took a second to look at him behind the counter.

He is familiar to you. You know him from somewhere.

His black braids were the first thing that caught your attention, before focusing on the red and black shirt under the jacket of his suit. His hands were hidden inside the pockets of his pants, but you noticed his nervousness in the way he had closed them in two fists.

“Normal or decaf? With or without milk? Normal milk? Lactose-free? Soya milk? Almond milk? With sugar, saccharine, or mocca? With or without cream? Do you want it hot or do you want it iced?”

“Normal, no milk, no sweetener, no cream, no ice. Just two coffees”.

You were about to laugh until you heard him talking again. A tone more firm letting you know that he wasn't in the mood for jokes. You could see him gulping a little ashamed when you changed the gesture in your face, but you didn't say anything else. The order was easy and ready in less than one minute. Closing the cups and offering him, you tried to show him another gentle smile but you couldn't. Offering you ten dollars, you waved a hand between the both of you.

“It's on me… Sir”. You told him, an instant before he threw the money inside the tips jar.

Watching him leaving the cafeteria made you feel strangely bad, not knowing exactly why. Sighing as the black car, parked in front of your workplace, disappeared from your field of vision in a jiffy. You hadn't seen that man before, but you wouldn't mind seeing him again. To apologize for being so stupid, of course.

—— NESTOR POV ——

“I fucked up”.

“Yeah, we all have seen the face of that poor girl. I bet you scared her”. Miguel laughed in the back seat of his car, taking a sip from the coffee.

“What the fuck you told him, man?” Vargas stopped the vehicle at a red light, turning at his boss.

“I asked for two coffees, and she started to… give me a lot of options, like milk and sugar and I just got nervous”.

“You? Nervous?” Miguel leaned forward, placing his forearms in both seats, sticking his head out of the gap between both. “The fearless Nestor Oceteva feeling nervous?”

“Fuck off, Mickey! I've been trying to talk with her for a week”.

“Yeah, and you scared her. Did you forget you only had to scare people while you're working?” The other man raised his eyebrows, making his boss laugh behind them.

When the night came and the cafeteria had emptied of customers, you turned off most of the lights inside and locked the main door, to count the cash and write it down in the account book. Playing some soft music on your phone, you took off the green cap and the apron of the same color. It was a long day and all you can think about was in that mystery man with two braids, and who made you feel frustrated for some reason. It wasn't like you wanted to make him smile or to know his name, or maybe get his phone number. Of course not.

Knocks on the crystal door claimed your attention, turning your head towards it and interrupting your task. Gulping nervously finding two suited men with his hands tangled in a big fist, respectively, under their abdomens, you stepped out from behind the counter to lead your feet to their position.

“Are you alone?” One of them asked without any doubt in his words.

Simply nodding, the other man walked to the car parked behind them. Then, you watched Miguel Galindo coming out from it. And now, you were fucked. Of course, you knew the man who came that morning. Licking your lips, freaking out, you unlocked the door to let him walk in.

“Buenas noches”.

“Buenas noches, se—señor Galindo”.

“Are you occupied? May I come in?”

With your heart racing, you gave him enough space to pass you away to the inside.

“I'm sorry if… he tho—thought I was making… fun of him. I didn't me—mean to be disrespectful”.

Your hands were sweating, rubbing one against the other behind your back. Barely breathing. Praying anything you knew.

“Tranquila, it's okay. Do you think I came to… make you something?” His calm attitude gave you shivers. The kind of ones that put your body to tremble. The laugh that echoed all around the empty cafeteria provoked your nausea. “The truth is… you like him. He has been some days trying to encourage himself to ask you out, but my brother is a little dumb”.

Tilting your head with confusion, just like a dog would do, you narrowed your eyes not sure if he was being serious or he was teasing you to have some fun.

“I do—”.

Miguel raised a forefinger to stop you, as soon as his phone rang inside his jacket. Grabbing it from the pocket and reading the name on the screen, he answered the call with the speaker on.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Mickey? Emily just told me you went for two coffees. The fuck you have? Five fucking years old? Leave the waitress in pace!”

Feeling like shit, you bowed down your head because of his words, recognizing the voice at the instant. The man in front of you watched the gesture frowning his brow.

“Nestor, the speaker is on”.

Pi, pi, pi. He had hung up.

“List—”.

“Can you, please, leave? I think you have had enough fun. And you should be ashamed of using your position to do this kind of bullshit to someone humble, who only wants to live her life without being a target to your free time”. Trying to be polite, you pointed at the door with a hand.

“No, no, lis—”.

“If you don't leave right now, sir, I'm calling the cops”. You ruled, taking a step forward with your eyes glued to him, about to cry because of rage. The rage that helped you to lose any fears about confronting the dangerous Miguel Galindo.

In silence, he nodded only one time, turning around to leave the cafeteria. After locking the door, you let the tears fill up your eyes and run down your cheeks. Needing a little break before finishing your work and going home.

A few days have passed since then, not being able to stop thinking about it and why you. Why they decided to play that prank. It wasn't funny. At least, it wasn't funny for you. But you were sure that, later, they commented it and laughed about your gestures. Turning the filter holder of the professional coffee maker, to fit it into the gear, you can't help but look through the reflection on it over your shoulder. Your heart jumps when you find Nestor bent over the counter with both forearms, waiting to be attended to.

“What would you like, sir?” The question comes out from your mouth with a cold tone of voice, not even looking at his eyes, ready to take his order in the TPV.

“Two coffees”. He replies trying to not show any kind of emotion, taking off the sunglasses covering his dark eyes. “One like… just coffee. And another of your choice”.

Filling up the cups with the drink and securing them with the covers, you put them over the counter to grab back the money and give him the change. Holding one with his right hand, the man offers you the other with his left.

“Do you have a moment?”

“No”.

“Por favor”.

“I said no”.

“I'm going to stay here, till you say yes”. The smile curving his mouth, showing you two perfect rows of teeth, convinces you somehow.

Rolling your eyes and tapping your co-worker's shoulder, you make him a gesture to cover you to take a short break. Nestor follows you then to the back alley, not saying a word but trying to prepare a monologue to apologize. Stopping your track and facing him, having a sip from your coffee, you wave your hand waiting for something.

“I told him to not do it”.

“So… was it a bet, or what? Were you bored and thought that could be fun making me feel stupid and ashamed?”

“None of that”. His jaw tensing calls your attention, bowing his eyes to the drink between his hands. “I really wanted to ask you out, but I wasn't sure if you were going to accept. I was nervous and… Miguel thought that he could help me”.

“He didn't”.

“I know”.

“And you, shouting through the phone, either”.

“Yeah, lo siento por eso”. Looking at your eyes again, with regret, he keeps his free hand in a pocket. “If you don't want to hang out with me, it's okay. I came to apologize for what happened”.

“Thank you”. You just whisper.

He tilts his head, pressing his lips and forcing a smile. Nestor waits one second, hoping that you add something else like you would like to have a date, but you don't talk again. Giving up, he nods turning around disappointed, walking out of the alley.

But actually, you're just making him suffer a little. It's called payback.

“I'm free tomorrow night”.

With a brow raised, the man turns around, facing you some steps away.

“We can meet at Jin's chinese restaurant. At seven”.

His smile appears again, infecting you with the same gesture.

“I'll be there at six”.

“Why?” You chuckle, not understanding him.

“To not make you wait”.

“Todo un caballero…”

[criminalmindswhore]

I Get It.

Completely inspired by @spencerreider

Get ready to have your heart broken. even though it sucks :)

"Can someone please write a fic about Emily Prentiss x fem reader where they are secretly dating for a while but Emily isn't comfortable with people knowing she's gay and they fight about it because the reader just wants to be able to show off her girl to the world and show how much she loves her and they end up breaking up. Then about a month later at a team outing at a bar Emily walks in holding hands with JJ and they announce they are dating."

Emily Prentiss was never the type to be shy or not confident, but when it came to her sexuality, she became a brick wall. While you're the opposite, you don't care. So when you and Emily started dating arguments would come up often. They always ended with you apologizing for trying to pressure her and how it's her choice when to come out. You would get up the next morning together, cuddle until the last minute, shower together, but then you would wait in the car for 10 minutes after she went in. It was so much work hiding it from the team, they're profilers for heavens sake, but you did it for Emily. There was a lot of secret make out sessions in closets where you would time your exit from said closet. You just wanted to tell everyone how lucky you are and hold your girlfriends hand on the jet, or even just tell people that you're dating someone.

"Good morning Emily, Spencer and Morgan." You said as you entered the bull pen exactly ten minutes after Emily. Everyone shared their good mornings and chit chat before starting paperwork. After an hour or so Morgan got bored, "Hey Y/n," You looked up at him, "Are you dating anyone right now? Cause my sister's single and I would love to have you in the family." He gave you a cheeky grin and you laughed, "You know Morgan I might take you up on that, but right now I would love to finish my work before 7 o'clock." He nodded understandly and felt your phone buzz. 'might take you up on that? wtf' Emily was seriously mad at you for that? You were at your breaking point. You wrote back, 'Not like you're ever gonna claim me.' This started an argument bigger than words can describe.

"No Emily I don't get it! You're a grown woman who can date, fuck, love, whoever she wants!" Emily was standing at the kitchen counter with her head in her hands, exhausted from fighting for the past 2 hours. "Y/n, they're gonna see me differently! They're gonna treat me different, I just want to be Emily not Emily the lesbian!" You shook your head, "No, I'm done. I'm done hiding my girlfriend from who I call family. I'm done not being able to walk into work with you, or be able to hold your hand when I want. Emily we've gone on three fucking dates in our 6 month relationship because you're scared of being seen!" You were panting at this point, your voice was sore and your heart was breaking. "Y/n-" "No. You either tell them, or get out. I am done." Emily took a step towards you, "Don't touch me." You turned and went to bed without another word. Emily never joined you.

2 months later the team were on their way home from a case when Rossi spoke up, "Let's go get drinks tonight at that bar on 4th street, I'll pay?" Everyone agreed and went back to napping. That night you ran home to change into a nice dress and throw on some extra makeup. You were over Emily and were gonna get laid tonight. You took one last look at yourself in the mirror she bought for the doorway and you got cold chills. It happened everytime you thought about how you two shared the apartment. Secretly. The walk to the bar was short because you live a block away and the second you walked in and saw the team smiling, the thought of Emily and yours relationship left your mind. You were here to get drunk, get laid, and get Emily off your mind. "Morgan can you go get me a round please?" He nodded and left to the bar leaving you with Garcia, Hotch, Rossi and Reid. "Hey where's JJ?" Everyone shrugged. After a round or two of shots, you turned and saw what you thought was going to kill you right then and there. Emily and JJ were holding hands and gleaming. Your breaths were getting caught in your throat as they got closer. Emily made eye contact with you as she spoke, "We have news, we're together!" Everyone congratulated them as your hands started to shake, and the only thing you could hear was your heartbeat picking up speed. "I'm gonna go get some air." You booked it to the front door without another word. Shoving your way through the crowd, your vision starting to blurr with tears. The door flung open as you threw yourself out of it, the cool air hitting your tears. You stood in the middle of the sidewalk just sobbing until a hand hit your shoulder. A hand you would never forget the feeling of. "Get the fuck off me Emily!" You snapped around to face her. "Y/n hear me out-" "No Emily, I will not hear you out." She shrunk down as your voice rose. "You fucking bitch! I loved you, I still love you, and you left me. But 2 months later you're ready to come out?" She took a step towards you as you paced back and forth. "Y/n you don't understand the situation please listen to me." The sweat dripping off your forehead was all the indication Emily needed to know she fucked up. "Then make it make sense Em, cause I'm lost." She cleared her throat as she had tears of her own threatening to fall, "I came out to JJ that night in hopes of telling everyone else so I could get you back, and she listened to me, and she made it feel okay to be this way. She doesn't know about us though so you can't hold that on her. Just me." A scoff left your mouth, "How many time did I listen to you? How many times did I do everything in my power to make you feel like it's okay to be gay? How much did I sacrifice to help you feel acceptable and loved?" Emily was standing completely still except for picking at her nails. "Em I get it now it's not that you weren't ready to be out you just weren't ready to be out with me. If I'm that damn embarrassing just fucking tell me. It's fine. I get it." She let her tears fall as you went back inside, grabbed your purse and left again. The team un aware what just happened. JJ tried to ask you if you were okay but you just shoved past her.

Emily was in the same spot where you left here you came back outside. Standing beside her you whispered, "My resignation will be in Hotch's office tomorrow morning. I can't work with you and now her. Don't contact me." With that you walked into the night and out of Emily's life completely. The team never heard from you again other than Garcia occasionally checking in on you. Emily had hurt you worse than you could recover from if you had to see her everyday. At the end of the day, you got it, loud and clear.

TAGLIST: @spencerreider

[sunarintoes]

Dear Whovever: [Kenma]

Synopsis: You and Kenma are both best friends and youtube gamers however you want to be more than just best friends so you decide to ‘man up’ one day and write a heart felt confession in a minecraft notebook before then putting it in Kenma’s personal chest.

WC: 3K

TW: slight swearing :)

[Episode one]

[recording in 3… 2… 1… start!] 

“Hey gamers, Kodzuken here with Tulip-but-make-it-yellow! I've done a few Minecraft videos with Tulip before, but thought I'll start a new series that will be posted every Monday.”

“It's called Minedays with Tulip and Kodzu”

“I- no, Tulip. I'm not sure what we’re gonna call it. But you guys will know- obviously since it's the title of this video.”

You whine and pout into the monitor, “Kodzu I think Minedays is a cute name.” 

Instead of replying Kenma rolls his eyes and hits you ingame. “Should we introduce the challenge and get it started?”

“Yeah that's a good idea!” 

“Well, it's about eleven am right now, we have until eleven pm to build a Minecraft house from a random topic,” he pauses and moves to the side to point to a sectioned spinwheel, “on this bad boy,” whacks the spinner, “we have eight different themes, in a sec I’ll spin it and whatever it lands on will be what we have to build.”

You let out a high pitched ‘hmm,’ “I feel bad for Kuroo and Hinata, they’re both going to have to edit twelve hours of footage down to 10 minutes!”

Kenma chuckles, “fifteen minutes actually.”

This time you roll your eyes. “Hurry up and spin it you fool! I want to get buildinggg” 

Smiling, Kenma moves back a bit and spins the wheel, after thirty seconds full of anticipation the wheel finally stops and its small arrow is pointing at- “Yes! Cottage core theme!” you yell out while Kenma groans. 

“Really? That's lame why couldn't we have ‘Lucifer’s Bedroom’?” 

You poke your tongue out to the monitor - which Kenma could see, after all, you are in a Discord call with him. “Don't be sad just because you're prancing in my turf…. Looooooser!”

Kenma playfully glares towards you, “You’re on! See you in twelve hours!”

Unfortunately, the difficulty of building a cottage core house in the woods - in survival mode, proved more difficult than planned. 

“We spawned in a desolate area huh? Barely any flowers!” you hear Kenma make a sound of agreement as you sink into your comfortable ‘gamer’ styled chair. 

“Don't tell me you've given up? Just because you can't find any flowers?” 

You scowl at his cocky tone however your mood does a one-eighty when you suddenly get a good idea. “Ok everyone! I know what I have to do! I'm going to restart in another place because this isn’t working!”

Kenma makes a sound of surprise, “you're restarting? It's been an hour already-”

“Yeah and we have, like... eleven more.” Kenma sighs in response, “better get a move on.”

For the most part, the two of you kept quiet - not wanting to let the other know how well you were doing. However one look at your phone only to see that your twitter has blown up, you decide to take a short break, after all it has been four hours of you sitting on your ass playing Minecraft. Once you open Twitter you're met with a barrage of tags and mentions - all of which screaming ‘KenYn’ and ‘Kodzutulip.’ You felt heat rise to your face, you - yes you, Ln Yn with the online alias Tulip-but-make-it-yellow, has a big, fat, humongous crush on your best friend and fellow youtuber - Kenma, aka Kodzuken aka the cutest guy in the world. To make it worse - or better, you couldn't really tell, was that many of your viewers shipped you with him - as did his viewers. 

You are of course, happy with this but you can’t help but wonder if Kenma feels the same way, does he feel weirded out by all this shipping content? Does he find it uncomfortable? Does he find it unsettling to be shipped with his in-real-life best friend?

“Hey Yn?” Kenma calls softly, “you've been looking at your phone for the past ten minutes and your face looks sad.”

You instantly look up to meet Kenma’s face and try to find the right words to say, “I… I’m just kinda tired and eventually got distracted!! Sorry Kenken!”

Kenma visibly cringes at the old nickname - the one you gave him in primary school, “if you say so… better get your head in the game though - my mansion looks epic.”

Your eyes narrow, “mansion? The theme is cottage core!” Kenma quietly chuckles in response, “a mansion can still have a fairy aesthetic, you should know that”

You huff in faux annoyance as you place your phone away and ‘get your head in the game’ just as he requested. “Be prepared to be crushed! I am the cottage core guardian!”

There are ten minutes left to your’s and Kenma’s excruciatingly long Minecraft challenge, your ass hurts from sitting on it for almost twelve straight hours - including bathroom breaks. When the buzzer rings the two of you step back from your respective buildings and make your way to the starting point - which had been marked by a stack of 20 or so dirt blocks. 

“Well that was twelve hours of eye straining torture,” you say as you stretch your arms. 

“You're tired already?”

“Kinda… I can't wait to go to sleep after this.”

“Weak, I’m playing Battlefield as soon as this is over.”

You roll your eyes and scoff, “this is why you look like a living corpse in the morning…”

Kenma looks you dead in the eyes and with a completely serious face he says, “yeah but you love it.”

You choke on your spit at his boldness, “y-yeah I guess.” 

If you were being honest, you were not the best at reading people and it was dark in Kenma’s gaming room, the only light coming from his three screen/monitor computer setup, but you think you see a light blush creep up to his cheeks. And you hate it, you hate when he says things that make your heart flutter, you hate it when he just sits there and the digital glow accentuates all of his delicate features, but what you hate most is yourself. You hate yourself because you have fallen in love with your best friend, you hate yourself because you know he doesn't like you back and you hate that you continuously give yourself a sense of false hope. 

“Yn… you want to stay up and game with me don’t you? ”

You sheepishly look to the side, ‘mayhaps.’

Kenma sighs looking at you with a soft face as he whispers “then I won’t play Battlefield and I’ll go to bed and so will you, ‘kay?”

You smile tiredly at him, “sounds like a deal.”

“We'll get back on at the same time tomorrow and we’ll do the final part of this video - the reveal. Until then.”

You smile and wave at the camera “cya soon~”

[recording over]

After your call with Kenma ended you got ready for bed but for some reason, no matter how tired you were, you just couldn't fall asleep - your mind was screaming obscene ideas that you couldn't help but contemplate. At first it was just wishful thinking but then came a thought that refused to leave, ‘confess.’ 

It was a tempting thought, but how? Surely you couldn't just say ‘hey Kenma I've liked you since high school lets date!’ yeah no, that was a horrible idea. Maybe if you confessed with some originality he would be more likely to accept but for now, you were going to do your best to go to sleep.

[Episode two]

[recording in 3… 2… 1… start!] 

In the morning you woke up feeling refreshed and excited for the day to come, Kenma had texted you and asked if you were feeling up to recording the reveal from last night and episode two today and of course you said yes. 

The video goes on without any troubles and soon you find yourself staring at the computer screen at eleven once again. 

“Remember to like, subscribe and comment below on who you think won this round.” Kenma’s voice is soothing - if you had to describe it you would say that it is silky like honey and smooth like dark chocolate; or maybe you would just say his voice is perfect. Kenma waves to the screen monitor, “hello? Earth to Yn! Are you dead or something? You look like a zombie.”

It takes a while to register, you weren’t really paying attention to the words he said as you were more interested in the way he sounded. You sit up and smile into the camera, “I'm awake… thanks for caring!”

He scoffs and swivels in his chair a bit, “I don't care about you, you're just my idiot best friend and flatmate.”

You playfully narrow your eyes, “well this idiot flatmate of yours helped you bake apple pie so you wouldn’t starve to death!”

“Hmmm, I guess. Well I'm going to head off. I'll see you later.”

You smile softly, “yeah I'll see you later, i'm just gonna stay on for a while.”

Kenma looks at you with an intrigued expression, “you're going to stay up longer? Better not be in this world, that's cheating. Want me to stay up with you?”

You roll your eyes and giggle, “it's all good I want to fix my house up in the other world. I'll see you tomorrow.”

He sighs, “if you say so.”

[recording over]

Your chair rolls back as you stretch, “maybe I should confess to him through a Minecraft journal…” you jump up. “Thats it! Thats a great way to confess! Its original and Kenma would appreciate it…. If he accepts my feelings that is…” 

You groan and slump back down into the chair, “maybe it’s best if I don't confess at all. No! I've wanted to do this for years! If he doesn't like me back it's all good! Maybe I just won't do this on a stream!”

You reach over to the bench and pull up your phone, “who to call, mmm ok let’s call Alisa I’m going to need some emotional support!”

“Hey gamers, Kodzu here in another Minecraft live stream, today we’re just in mine and Yn’s regular world and i'm going to build a house - a cottage to be specific,” he pauses and looks at the comment section; ‘no Yn isn't here right now, no Yn won't be joining this video, no I didnt know shes streaming at the moment, yes my favourite food is apple pie, yes I have a calico cat, no Yn is not my significant other, yes we are just friends.’ Kenma moves back and takes a breath, “wow you guys sure are interested in Yn huh? Maybe I should get them in more videos, might get more views that way,” he laughs a bit.

“Let's start off by heading to my base, I have the materials I’ll need there- oh uh what's this?” Kenma pauses as he stares at the foreign object, “I don't remember having a written book in my chest… maybe Yn went in here and put it in?”

Kenma stares at the book for a while before he opens it, only to be shocked. The comment section notices the blush on his face and continue to spam him with questions:

[kodzusbabe]: what's in that diary!!

[Kenmastan]: hahAAAHHA LOOK HE’S SO RED IN THE FACE

[piefacecutie]: ^^ omg you're so right @/Kenmastan hes so cute 💓

[Kenmaxyn]: I hope it's a confession!

[ynhater]: @/Kenmaxyn from who? Cause I didn't do it and I'd be the only one for Kenma oppAr

[kennismaken]: I hope it’s Yn! They’d be such a cute couple

[applepudding]: umm? Kodzu! Why did he get up and leave??

[ynhater]: babe come back!

[Kenmaxyn]: OMG MAYBE IT WAS YN !!!!

After your late night call with Alisa, you decided it would be best to just do it and then ignore Kenma for the day - well, not ignore him per se, just simply decline all his Discord calls and Facetime calls so you could put off being rejected a little while longer. You woke up with a throbbing headache that you could only blame yourself for, after all you are the dumbass who stayed up until God knows when just to write a heartfelt confession. Eventually the angst of waiting for a message from Kenma overwhelmed you and here you are now; streaming Overwatch to get your mind off of a certain someone.

“Ah no! Cant believe that stupid Hanzo got me! What a pain!” you frown at the screen and let out a sigh, “the round is over… bummer. Well while we wait an eternity for the next round I guess I should answer some of your questions… oh? I didn't know Kenma was streaming, no I’m not dating him… “ you feel your heart sink as you read the next comment; “what do you mean Kenma ran away after reading a book? Was he unhappy?”

The next moments felt like a blur, your heart was heavy and you felt tears well up in your eyes and somehow you missed the sound of someone breaking into your apartment and then your bedroom. Within a second you feel someone wrap their arms around you from behind, your body tenses up but immediately relaxes when you recognise the perpetrators scent; sweet yet salty, like caramel toffee.

“Kenma! W-what are you doing?”

“I like you too… I have for so long.”

Your eyes widen and it doesn't take too long for a smile to appear on your face, “I'm so glad to hear that.”

You feel him smile into your neck as his embrace tightens, “finish up your livestream so we can talk please.” 

“You don't need to tell me twice!”

It is eleven at night once again, but this time you’re not sitting alone in your gaming chair, instead you're sitting on Kenma’s lap - in his gaming chair as he slowly runs his hands through your hair and softly kisses your neck.

“So everyone’s pretty much freaking out over us huh?” you hum in response, “we’ve been officially together for what? Five hours?”

“Correct you are.”

You smile and hold up your phone while you continue to cuddle into him, “smile baby, I want the whole world to know that you're my player two.”

[Bonus - the love letter]

Dear Kenma,

This must be so strange - finding a journal in your chest. 

I have wanted to tell you this for quite a while and I guess I have never found the write words to say; or the right way to for that matter,

But I love you

I have loved you since our first year at Nekoma

It's been a while hasn’t it?

I'm sorry if this inconveniences you, makes you uncomfortable or makes you never want to see me again; 

Just let me continue for a little while longer because I need to get this off of my mind.

I love your smile - especially the rare one where you really smile, where your eyes crinkle and your cheeks begin to hurt 

I love your voice - it’s smooth and silky, like honey being spread across bread

I love your scent - it reminds me of salted caramel,  I can never get enough 

I love your mind - the way it works to make me laugh, make me calm and all else

I love your lips - not necessarily in a sexual way, but more so in the way you talk and speak, they move softly and slowly in a way only your lips could move in.

I love your body - how although you're hunched most of the time you still possess a fine elegance in the way you move. How at times it reminds me of a graceful swan floating down a lake. 

I love your hands - they are so pretty and dainty and soft, I want to hold them all day and all night

And most of all;

I love you

I love you in your entire

I could go ahead and pick the parts I love most and least but then you would no longer be you

I love you in your entire

Flaws and all

I know this may not be the most romantic, especially considering you’re reading this through Minecraft and I've never done this before but I had to let you know

Love 

Yn

Taglist: [open] @ladyrenart

note: sooo this is another style that i tried and i have mixed feelings about it :) also if you can’t tell,,, i’ve never written a love letter before :’)

[karasunology]

━ ❛ ➶ LOVE IN TRANSLATION . . . ! ❜

➜ a walk through of iwaizumi's love languages told through headcanons.

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ iwaizumi hajime <3

[ ♡ ] you've received two love notes from jae ! would you like to read one ?

💌 . . . hey bubs! this will be apart of a mini series i'm planning for some of our haikyuu boys, and decided why not post iwaizumi first since it is his birthday? next one would either be aone or tsukki !

IWAIZUMI HAJIME.

➜ this man on god is has one of the most smex appeal to me like ?? idk but i be like “ i know that his d1ck is big, i know it. ”

➜ BUT BEFORE ANYTHING ELSE, i just wanna say happy fuc king birthday to best man iwa-chan and everyone say THANK YOU for furudate for creating this magnetic force of a man and for iwaizumi for handling shittykawa

➜ anywh0res, let's start because my pussé is throbbing for sum iwaizumi content on my blog to be uploaded

➜ this mans wasn't the best at showing his affections confidently outside with a lot of people, he'd get a little nervous & tense up if he ever tries to show you physical affection with a lot of people around, and especially on the start of your guys' relationship.

➜ but nevertheless would make it known to you that he adores you and cares a lot about you and just express his overwhelming affections through small way

➜ at the first start of your relationship, he'd be a bit more careful with you and weary over his actions since he's quite nervous and doesn't wanna hurt you.

➜ like oikawa was like ¿¿¿?

“ iwa-chan! why aren't you like that with me ? ”

➜ but you reassured him that it was fine & you could handle his ass since you guys were already friends before you started dating, and you had already handled oikawa with him so ,,

➜ after that, iwaizumi was a bit more comfortable at small physical gestures towards you, gradually and subtly ─ but it is there.

➜ and he's trying his best okay 🥺

➜ he'd playfully nudge you, touch your hair, would intertwine pickies together fUCKCJJSJSHSJ

➜ but of course not without his cheeks flushed in scarlet tint

➜ UGh SOFT BOI

➜ and as time passes by, he'd start getting more comfortable and treated the unfamiliar but now familiar, throbbing on his heart whenever y'all would brush against each other

➜ he'd start sneaking his arm around your waist or shoulders

➜ even with other people around AWE WE LOVE A CHARACTER DEVELOPEMENT😌🙈

➜ AND WHENEVER HE HOLDS YOUR HAND, HE'LL BRUSH HIS THUMB AGAINST/OVER YOURS, a constant, unconcious, reminder that he's with you and wouldn't let go.

➜ the unknown fuzziness in your heart that dropped on the pits of your stomach whenever he does these subtle yet somewhat intimate things makes your heart go over the speed limit and just 💓💕💖💗💘💝💞💟

➜ y'know ???

➜ is it just me or??

➜ and he'll be happy that you respected his boundaries and waited for him until he's ready aHhHHh 🥺

➜ sure physical actions is already something to show how you love them

➜ but what about non-physical ways ?

➜ scolds you; he scolds you.

➜ maybe that one time you were staying up too late because your group mates left all their work for you to do

➜ not saying this happened to me pero parang ganun na nga 😌✌

➜ and he would definitely spam call you to SLEEP TF UP because you need to REST

➜ also sent multiple voice messages on how he's ready to confront your group mates & would let them re create the whole powerpoint you already did to the smallest of details

➜ mans was just ranting now tbh

➜ and you had to coo at him and reassure him that you were almost done and he doesn't need to worry about you

➜ he'd grumpily and begrudgingly say good night but with the most softes ' i love you ' he ended the call, but not without you saying it back.

➜ then the next day you heard from your teacher that you were just going to present the powerpoint solo, because a CERTAIN someone told them that your group mates aren't doing s Hit

➜ after that, you guys met in break and you slapped his arm playfully but before he could do anything else ─ you tugged him onto a corridor where no students were and just  n u z z l e d  on the crook of his neck while soaking in the heat coming evidently from his face.

➜ would always remind you to exercise and WOULD exercise WITH YOU

➜ have an extra water bottle or two ready whenever you finished yours

➜ would definitey have a drawer of your things on his room, either you forgot about them and he lowkey doesn't want to give it back because the things remind and smell of you

➜ has you as both his lockscreen and homescreen on his phone, one of them was a picture of you and him and one is the vbc with you because he actually treasures them alot😌

➜ doesn't like taking pictures but does it with you anyway

➜ would have your notifs/post notifs on in all of his social medias

➜ ALSO BABY BOY LOVES TO RUFFLE YOUR HAIR UP AND THAT'S ON PERIOD.

➜ it's one of the things he does before when he was still a bit uncomfortable with physical affections but still wants to make you feel warm the warm he feels whenever he's with you.

[ ♡ ] you've received two love notes from jae ! would you like to read the remaining one ?

💌 . . . this is so illegally short I'M SO SORRY, BUT I REALLY LOVE THIS BOY. don't worry, i'll be posting another headcanons of him either later or tomorrow which was requested through this prompt list. again, requests are open for your requests. send an ask and i'll write 'em. have a lovely day/night, bubs <33