#a litte big dance

[yuvany]

IN YOUR ARMS AGAIN (PJS - 박종성)

001. precis - the brutality of life is something unable to cut the ties between people who love. Your life tumbles but you always get back on your feet, but will you this time? 002. contains - enhypen fiance! jay park x reader, angst, female reader, injuries, car crash , partiallyproofread, : 2.4k

yuyu-note : I wish I could've made it better, but I just don't have time to do so, but I hope you'll still enjoy it !!

reblogs + feedback always appreciated !!

WHY DID EVERYTHING GO SO WRONG? You had found yourself dressed in a white gown, laying down in what seemed to be a hospital bed with even whiter walls enclosing you. It felt like there was more than enough room, making you feel almost agoraphobic and sultry. Your head ached tremendously, and the noticible smell of cardboard from the hospital just added onto your discomfort, and your hands were clampy, of course. Wiping your palms on the sheets, you saw a nurse pass by the creaked open door, and you attempted to call out, but nothing seemed to vocalise, only a small, emarrasing squeak. You desperately tried to catch someone's attention, but all they did was to rush left and right, but never into your room. Noticing that your efforts were to no avail, you just gave up and plumped your head back onto the pillow that was as thin as a leaf, but feeling like a rock, further aggrevating the pulsing in your head.

A faint knock was audible from the left side of your bed, and you turned your head through the sharp pain. "Hello, seems like you're finally awake...y/n." It took the seemingly young lady to figure that out, and even longer for your name until she looked at her clip board. You remained quiet, not wanting to strain the litte, precious voice you still had. "Will you answer?" Her head tilted to the side. "You can't speak?" She continued to interrogate you until you finally nodded your head, and she relieved a sigh. "I'll go see what pills we have." Then she disappeared again, you could only hope that she'd return after at least two hours, but by then, your headache might just disappear, finding pity in your agony.

As you looked out the big window, you realised that it was already dark. The trees losing it's once green coverage that now decided to dance with the wind instead, and leaving the static tree alone, and admist the rest. The transition from summer to winter would always facsinate you. It reminded you of a certain someone, but the memory of him was blurry, like he stood in mist. You tried to recall his face but it only left your mind blank for a minute or two. You knew him in the back of your mind, but trying to remember him was more of a struggle than a reward. It hurts not knowing, and it hurts even more realising that you might've forgotten someone important. You clutched the ends of the covers and harshly pulled them over your head, wanting to drift back to sleep.

"DO YOU THINK SHE'S IN A COMA AGAIN?" The sound of muffled conversations woke you up. What did they mean by coma? You slowly opened your eyes, being attacked by the cool, bright lights of the room. "Oh look, she is awake." The same female nurse from before commented, pointing her pen right at you with a shocked expression. You managed to let out a low hum as you looked at the many faces surrounding you. "Miss l/n, are you still unable to talk?" The older looking male beside the female asked. He must be the doctor. At least now you knew that the girl was doing her job properly, taking care of you. "Good morning..." You choked out. "Good morning, thank goodness you woke up from that incident, it was a rough one-" Their conversations started to blur out, too much coming at you at once. "Will you tell us what you remember?" He asked, and you shrugged. "I don't know."

They informed you that the girl from earlier, named Bora, would guide you around the hospital and be your caretaker. While being with her, you learnt quite a lot about her, she was just a little older than you, very closed off, but also very caring if you really thought about it. "Take your time to remember, there is no rush." You nodded your head, just wanting to return to dream land.

The restaurant left like a haze, the many people seemed to be walking in slow motion, then speed up, and repeat the cycle, and their voices - the voices were just overstimulating, like they were judging you for some reason, looking down on you as if you were deserving of what had landed you in the hospital. "Calm down. Let's go get something to eat." It was a cold hand that touched your back, you turned your head and saw the black pony tail, her face neutral as she guided you over to a table. You did not reply as you were still very much distracted by your surroundings.

At the table, the nurse comes back and she is speaking, and you wished you were able to read lips because right now, you could not decipher her words. It was as if you were just looking at her, a wall that she was speaking to. "What happened to me...?" You mumble, and she stops abruptly. "You don't remember?" Her eyebrows are knitted in confusion and you shake your head. Silence is shared between the two of you before you answer her, "I know nothing of what happened to me! I just know that my head hurt so damn much and that I've forgotten something important, but I don't know what, and no one in this stupid hospital is helping!"

"i'm not allowed to tell you this but you got caught in a car accident., and he was with you" Bora handed you a cup of something, her voice soft as she whispered that piece of information. "Wait, who's he?" Your pulse quickened at the mention of someoen else. "Jay." Her voice sounded sad, and the name unlocked something in your memory. "Why aren't you allowed to tell me this?" You asked, curious as to why the doctors would keep things hidden from you. "It's protocol. I suppose knowing could make you go crazy.

After letting this sink in, you were silent, and only tossed and played with your food. "I shouldn't have told you that, y/n..." Your caretaker whispered to herself, and you caught that just faintly. "No, I should be knowing that." You snarled back at her unexpectantly. You felt angry at not knowing this any sooner, and even more aggravated when you fugured that you hadn't heard or seen Jay anywhere. "Where is he now?" You asked, waiting for an answer. "I'm not allowed to tell you. "Alright, fine!" The chair flew back a bit as you rose from your chair and rushed out the cafeteria and to your room.

It was only in there that you felt safe and sound from your sudden outburst, and where you would let your tears seep into the pillow. Everyone seemed to disappoint you, and you've had enough. You felt like an idiot, a clown. You could only hear your own sniffles as you pulled the covers over your head and slowly drifted off to sleep.

IT SEEMED THAT PAIN WAS YOUR SHADOW. Not only did life seem dark and gloomy, but while asleep, you only saw terror. You were shouting at someone. You were going back and forth with the man, your heart ached just witnessing this. "You shuould've talked to me about this before you made that decision!" You shouted at the man. "I was going to tell you after. You just didn't let me finish!" He called back, "I don't think that plan will go well, trust me, Jay." You pleaded, not knowing what you were saying, your mouth rambling on its own. "y/n, I hate arguing like this with you. Can we do this later? We'll come late to the avenue." He sighed, walking away from you.

Now you're unsure what is going on, but you see that you're in a car and the air is tense. The one driving had sharp features adoring his face in a way that makes him seem soft and vulnurable in some way, but it quickly shifted to a frown as his hands clutched onto the steering wheel. You hated this, you knew that he hated you and you don't remember the exact reason. "y/n, talk to me." His voice sounded hoarse and thick with burden, and you involuntarily opened yoru mouth to say, "Jay-" but then a snap echoed and you found yourself on the ground with a force leaning above you. Jay. The scene left you shook, even though it was a dream, you felt a stinging pain pulse in your legs and arms, the migrane worseing as you had difficulties making out what exactly happened. You just knew that there were people surrounding you two, their voices washing out in the wave of police men shouting for them to get away. With the ounce of conciousness you had left, you pushed your way up, not bothering with the man just yet, because as you turned to look behind you, you saw the metal veichle consumed by flames.

You woke up in cold sweat coating your neck and forehead. You hand was shaking in your lap as the cold bed sheets rolled down and gathered at your hip. You breathing increased as you just remembered something important, and it was Jay. Where could he possibly be? You glanced up at the clock that steadily beat to its own rythm, showing that it was four in the morning. With a sigh, you climbed out of bed, the soles of your feet meeting the cool plastic floor as you rushed over to get your sandals and sneaked out of your room. You hoped no one would catch you because if they did, it'd be hard to explain why you were searching for a certain someone.

How could you possibly have forgotten Jay, your fiance, the man who was so close to being intertwined to you by love's boundless force. Even though everything seemed as if it was alright on the outisde, you couldn't shake the feeling of something being wrong.

The walk down the hallway felt infinite, and maybe it was your mind decieving you, or the tiredness taking over, but something in your gut felt twisted. You slowed down your steps as you looked at the nameplates that were temporarily hung up outside each door. It wasn't until you passed at least twenty, that you saw the familiar name, and you did not hesitate to storm inside.

On the bed, you saw a figure laying underneath the covers, and your eyes trailed up to his face. It was him. Those features were recognisable from a mile away, and he had been here with you all along. You walked closer to Jay, and let your fingers caress his cold cheek while he was asleep. "So you were here all along," you whispered lovingly to him, pulling the chair beside the bed closer for you to sit on. "I'm sorry..." you continued, retrieving your hand. It was only you and him now, the moonlight casting a soft glow over the pair. "Please, wake up, I miss you," you sighed out, your voice cracking a bit as you let a tear slip from the corner of your eye.

YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED AFTERWARDS, but what you were aware of was that you had somehow fallen asleep that night with your upper body resting on his cushioned bed. Soft snores escaped your mouth and a pair of fingers softly nudging your side, urging you to wake up. "y/n?" The voice asked, and you slowly sat up right again. Your vision was blurry and you tried rubbing it away with your knuckles. "Jay?" You echoed back, and the instant feeling of a tight hug engulfing you confirmed your thought. "I didn't see you around the hospital. Where have you been?" You called out, pulling away from the hug. Jay's eyes looked around the room, and it was evident that he thought about it for a while. "The doctors wouldn't let me outside the room, babe." He said, and you sighed. "Well, do you think they'll let you out now?" You asked, hope filling your words as you wanted to spend more time with him. "We can always try." He shrugged. "Let's go!"

You took him to the cafeteria, taking one tray for the both of you. The kitchen staff gave you enough food for one portion, and you had to ask for extra. Under her breath, she grumpily complained about greediness. Ignoring her rant, you took his hand and walked over to the usual place where you sat. "Aren't you going to eat?" You asked, and he shook his head. "Just enjoy the food and eat well. I wish I could've made you something. If only we were at home." Jay sighed and looked out the window. "if you say so. We can always come later if you're hungry." You added, and took a sip of your drink.

From a distance, you spotted a fimiliar figure that approached you. "There you are, I've been looking for you the whole morning, y/n." Your caretaker said worringly with her arms crossed. "Don't worry about it, I was with Jay." Bora rose an eyebrow. "Jay?" Her voice had a slight hint of horror and you genstured to the seat opposite of you. "Yeah, Jay." She looked between the two of you and hummed. "Alright, just don't run off like that ever again. You'll get me fired." You giggled. "And return to your room for a check up after you're done hanging out with Jay." She said and turned away. "Well, she's nice, takes care of you." Jay mumbled more to himself.

The day seemed to run by smoother than before now that you had company, but something was still bothering you, and you wanted to tell him that, but you never had the opportunity to. All the fun moments made you forget your sorrows and worries. You and Jay walked around the hospital, venturing to the other floors and exploring new rooms, but soon, it was time for you to return to your own room. "Jay, I don't know when you're supposed to sleep, but I gotta go." You sounded like a teenager who had just gotten a boyfriend, but you didn't mind. Just knowing that you'd be able to see him tomorrow made you giddy. "Let me walk you there, yeah?" He said, his hand hooking with yours. "of course."

The walk was spent in comfortable silence with short conversations popping up here and there. Before you knew it, you stood outside your room. Jay guided you inside and put you to bed. "Sleep well, my love." He laid his palm across yoru cheek and you whispered a silent 'I love you' back. "Jay, I'm going to miss you." You said. "I'll miss you more. Dream of me and take care of yourself for me, I'll visit every day." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "You sound silly, we're in the same building." You said at his comment and added, "I can't wait to go home with you, I miss it." "i miss it too, but as long as I'm with you I feel at home." You felt captivated by the soft and contagious smile on his face. "Sweet dreams, Jay." You whispered.

From the threshold, the nurse and doctor sighed, discussing amongst themselves. "Sir, she's been talking to herself the whole day. Do we need to impliment a hallucination medication as well." Bora couldn't help but to feel bad for you. "This is normal after you lose someone dear to you. Trauma takes a great toll on your mind. I say wait a week and then we'll see." They continued to watch as you smiled at the empty air beside your bed with their hearts weighed down in their chests, looking at someone as hopeless as you in such an unfortunate state. "But she looks so happy. We can't just destory it for her. Why not let her believe he's still with her?" Bora asked, watching as you giggle and smiled like never before. "I wish we could, but once reality hits, she won't be happy for long."

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[pinkthrone445]

-Let the wedding bells play One More Time-

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Pairing: Gary x Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:love, hurt, love

Warnings:Mention of cheating , insults

Summary:I don't wanna spoil it because I think it's good the surprise reading this fic like this.

You were there once again, nervously arranging your coral dress, a simple but beautiful dress. The chapel was beautifully decorated, a different officiant but the same church as years ago when Mel got married to Gary, only it was a completely different situation. Your eyes scanned the crowd from the altar and fell into her, the redhead sitting in the front row of guests instead of by your side, Melissa gave you a litte smile of encouragement, and then looked at her hands, especially the lack of the ring that engaged her to Gary.

The piano began to play and made you stop looking at the redhead to focus your gaze on the entrance of the church, waiting with a big smile for them to open the doors to see the beautiful bride.

-Three years before-

You had just moved out of your old apartment, your temporary exchange was accepted, and you ended up momentarily moving to a new place so you could be closer to your new work. A new home, a new school, new students and a new job, a new beginning that would help you be better, or so you thought.

But so far nothing had made you feel better, it just made you think more about whether it was the right decision or not. You missed everything and everyone so much and it just made you feel worse .

Sitting on your couch looking at your phone, looking at the messages you used to send to the redhead, which you had now blocked, looking at the photos you had together, especially one from her wedding day where it was just you and her, you in your suit and her in her dress, it looked like you had married her. Why did it hurt more to be away from her than to be around and let her hurt you? Why did you think that walking away would be the solution? Everything was still just as painful or worse, you not only moved away from her, but from everyone you knew, you not only felt sad, but also lonely, you missed your co-workers from school and Barbara's good advice, or the game nights with Janine, you missed everything and everyone.

Instead of continuing to drown in your own misery, you decided to drown in alcohol, taking advantage of the fact that in the next day you would work latter than usual.

You knew drinking wasn't the answer, but staying home wouldn't make you feel any better either, so you grabbed your jacket and headed to the nearest bar. The place was full of beautiful women but you just wanted to drink, you didn't even want to start up a simple conversation with someone you had just met and probably wouldn't remember again. The bartender poured you your first drink and by the third you were already a little dizzy watching the others dance, a reddish hair caught your attention, a woman dancing with a tall man with a mustache, made you think of her again. What would she be doing now? Would she be in bed with him? Your eyes went to the hands of the unknown men, as he decisively grasped the waist of the woman who danced with him and as the woman laughed. Will Melissa be happy with him? Calmer now that you're gone? Has your absence hurt her? Had she even noticed your absence? Why, even though you were already half drunk, you couldn't get her out of your head? How many gallons of alcohol and feelings of self-loathing did it take to forget her?

Someone tapping your shoulder made you look away from the couple and out of your thoughts. The bartender came to you smiling and gave you a glass of water when she saw the disgust you carried in your expressions, the beautiful woman had a worried face about you

-"I think if you keep drinking, whatever it is that's torturing you is going to crush in the morning you when you wake up the next day hungover. Drink some water..."-The woman brought the glass closer to you and you smiled and took a little sip

-"Thank you..."-You muttered and the woman stayed next to you on the other side of the bar

-"Want something else? Peanut? Someone to listen to you? A shoulder to cry on?" - The woman joked and you barely laughed

-"I'm fine, it will pass... I hope"-You whispered and she smiled

-"If it doesn't happen, call me and I'll help you forget" - The bartender flirted with you and you smiled more, you'd be lying if you said the beautiful woman didn't catch your attention, but you didn't know if you were ready to go looking for someone else with a broken heart like you had

-"I'm flattered but I don't know if I can be good company right now" - You answered sincerely and she leaned over the bar to be close to you, giving you a good view of her breasts

-"No one is looking for a wedding darling, I'm just saying I'm here if you need a distraction..."-Her voice was more seductive than before as she looked into your eyes biting her lip. Honestly you were about to accept, until a draught of air made her perfume reach your nose, you quickly pulled away and smiled apologetically, it was the same perfume that Melissa used and that made you feel dizzy, you couldn't be with someone who had things that reminded you of the redhead, especially when it had been a short time since you had seen her for the last time. With a bit of embarrassment you turned away from the woman and decided to walk back home as it was nearby.

When you got home, your cell phone lit up with a message from Barbara

-📚Barbs📚:"Hi sweetheart, how it's your new life going?"-

-You: "Hi Barbs... Normal I guess... I miss you guys so much..."

-📚Barbs📚:"we miss you more, the school it's not the same without you..."

-You: "my life it's not the same without you... I don't know if this was worth it, I still feal like shit even if she it's not around me anymore..."-

-📚Barbs📚:"You knew this wouldn't be the solution... Haven't you heard anything from Melissa since you left?"-

-You:"no, I blocked her... Why? Is she okay?"-

-📚Barbs📚:"She seems lost and sad since you left... "-

-You:"I don't know if that makes me feel better or worse..."-

-📚Barbs📚:"Can we call you tomorrow? Everyone here wants to see you..."-

-You:"yeah sure"-

After that, Barbara said goodbye and you went to sleep.

The next day, at recess, you called your colleagues at Abbott, they were all there except Melissa, which made you feel a little pain even though you didn't say anything. Everyone greeted you with great emotion, most of then didn't know the truth, the reason why you left, everyone thought you went because you did an exchange to a place they need it. You talked to them for a while, you found out that Janine and Gregory were officially dating, that Ava had taken a course to know more about being a principal and that Barbara had gotten more inclusive desks for children in wheelchairs. When your hour off was over, you said goodbye to everyone and went to finish your workday.

When you left school you felt sad, seeing them only made you miss them more and question if this was worth it, your coworkers at the new school treated you well, but it was very different from being with your fellows at Abbott. You felt lonely and sad, much more so than when you were near the redhead. This was a new level of pathetic.

A few meters before arriving at your home, that familiar perfume filled your senses again, at first you thought that maybe it was the girl from the bar, but no, at the entrance of your home Melissa was sitting on the stairs. You wanted to turn around and hide until she left, but your surprise prevented you from moving fast and the redhead had already spotted you. The older one got up and almost ran to your side, but you dodged her with a frown trying to open the door to your apartment

-"Hon..."-The redhead's voice felt broken and tired, she looked like that too. Listening to her made you more sad than you were after seeing your friends-"Please...don't run away from me again..."-How was she demanding things after what happened? Why did your hands shake so much you couldn't open the door? What was she doing there? How did she find you? How did she get there?

The redhead's hands rested on yours trying to stop the trembling you were having and also stopping your mind from spiraling. Her hands were warm and soft, how you missed them, how you missed her...

-"Please... I need to talk to you..."-She whispered, and you avoided looking into her eyes, even though you didn't have the strength to take your hands away from hers

-"What are you doing here?"-It was the only thing that could come out of your lips

-"I promised that if you left, I'd come for you"-The red-haired woman replied, squeezing your hands more intensely, and you sighed

-"You promised so many things that I'm surprised you finally delivered on one"-You answered, your words came out like poisoned arrows from your mouth piercing the redhead's heart. Melissa sighed letting go of your hands to reach for something in her purse, pulling out a stack of papers that was inside a plastic sheet and handing it to you carefully

-"I promised you a lot of things and I plan to keep them all, that's why I'm here..."Mel looked at you smiling delicately and you looked at the papers, the word 'divorce' standing out on the pages.

-"What do you want me to do with this?"-You asked and handed back the stack of papers without paying much attention to it

-"It's done... I've already divorced him, we can be together..." - The redhead commented very excitedly as if it wasn't obvious

-"I don't care anymore... It's too late for that, I gave you enough time before, now it's too late... I'm no longer interested in what you do with your life, if you want you can remarry him or whoever you want, just leave me alone"-You responded by grabbing your keys again and finally opening your door, slamming it in her face before she could say anything else.

That night you couldn't sleep, you just cried from the anger and rage of the situation. You even talked to Barbara and she confessed that she had given your address to the redhead so she could see you, which also made you angry at the eldest. Now it made sense because no one mentioned Mel in the call or why she wasn't there, it was because she had already left to come and see you. Why didn't she stay in Philly? Why did she have to come after you like a dog you petted in the rain? Why did it make you happy to see her? Why was this happening? Why did she have to show up with that stupid piece of paper on your door? Thousands of such questions went through your head, making you cranky and not letting you sleep at all.

The next morning you got up to go to work, when you opened the door, sitting on the carpet in the hallway of the building, was Melissa with her head resting on her suitcase. Hearing you open the door, she woke up and quickly got up from the floor offering you a coffee, just as you always drink it and liked. You just looked at her not knowing what to do

-"Did you spend the whole night sitting in the hallway of the apartments?"-You looked at her in disbelief and she nodded

-"I slept here and I just went to get you coffee and came back..."-Her voice sounded hoarse, as if her mouth was dry

-"You shouldn't have done it, remember your back problems"-You replied and she smiled, still angry you were still taking care of her-"You drink the coffee, you seem to need it more than I do" - You responded and circled her, dodging her to continue on your way to work

-"I'm sorry... I'm sorry it took me so long to act"-Her comment made you stop, but you continued with your back turned to on her-"It wasn't because I was afraid of him, or loved him or because I didn't want to be with you. Believe me, being with you is one of the things I want most in this life... It's just that I didn't want to look like a failure... I've already had a failed marriage once and I was afraid to end this one that had barely started because I was ashamed of what people would say about me...But I realized that because of my stupid fear and pride I lost the most important thing in my life, you... I know I fucked up, but can't lose you again, I can't let you go again without trying to fix this... I'd travel the whole world behind you if I had just one more chance...- The redhead looked weak, opening her heart and telling you her biggest fears. You turned to look at her but continued with your distance, she looked so small and scared-"I'm so sorry, I didn't want this to happen. I didn't want to hurt you, I didn't want you to think leaving was the only option you had left, I never wanted to be the person who caused you pain and made you cry... I just want to have you by my side, make you happy, I want to be one of the reasons you have to smile. I want to be your safe place to go to when you don't know where else to run. I don't want to be someone you have to run away from, I want to be someone you feel like running to when the world falls apart. I want to hold you and never let you go, I want to hold you and adore you with every part of me, I want to... I want to be with you... I want you... I love you"-Melissa said crying and avoiding your gaze, she didn't know what else to do, she was surrendered to your being, your next words could make her the happiest woman in the world or completely destroy her. After a few seconds in which you didn't say anything, the redhead looked up to find you in front of her, instead of saying something, you just hugged her tightly under her arms and hid in her neck, she hugged you back, squeezing your waist so hard that almost leaves you gasping for air, Melissa was afraid that if she let you go you'd disappear. The two of you were hugging each other so tightly and with so much feeling that you felt like your heart and hers had left their predetermined places just so you could be closer to each other, as if they were giving each other their own hug. Her perfume filled your senses, her soft hands hugging you with so much feeling, her breathing against your neck, her salty tears wetting your shoulder, everything around you was about her and that made you feel good, happy, she made you feel peace and tranquility like you hadn't felt for a long time.

-"I missed you"-You whispered in her neck and she smiled hugging you more

-"I missed you more..."-The redhead kissed the crown of your head and you sighed, trying not to cry-"I'm sorry I didn't act sooner, I was a fool to let you go...I was so stupid caring about what everyone would say about another divorce..."-she whispered against the crown of your head

-"And I was so stupid to run away, I don't even like this place..."-You confessed and she laughed softly

-"Are we both stupid?"-Mel joked and you nodded

-"Look how long it took us to finally get together, we're so stupid" - You responded by pulling away from her neck to look into her eyes, still hugging her -"Don't ever let me go again..."-You begged and she kissed your lips softly and briefly

-"Never again..." - She smiled and you kissed her again

-Present-

The piano began to play and made you stop looking at the redhead to focus your gaze on the entrance of the church, waiting with a big smile for them to open the doors to see the beautiful bride.

The big doors opened to hear a squeak, two little girls who were Janine's students came down the hallway, one with flowers and the other carrying the rings, behind them was the bride-to-be, Janine was standing on the other side clutching her best friend's arm, her white dress made her look like a princess and her cheeks couldn't contain her big smile of happiness. Your eyes then fell on the man who was at the altar next to you, Gregory was waiting for his future wife very excited with tears of happiness at the sight of Janine walking towards him. They made a beautiful couple and you were happy to be a part of their story as Janine's maid of honor.

When the wedding was over and the party started, the beautiful couple waltzed in front of everyone, you were staring at them gawking at seeing them so happy and in love. A pair of hands hugged your waist, it was your girlfriend Melissa, you knew it by her perfume; the redhead hugged you against her body and rested her chin on your shoulder watching the couple dance. Her warmth and closeness made you feel peace.

After the beautiful dance, Janine went to throw the bouquet, but instead of dropping it randomly, she came to you smiling and left it in your hands, you looked at her in confusion, but the tiny woman took your shoulders and made you turn to find Mel behind you with a red box in her hands, inside was a ring decorated with your favorite stone

-"Mel?"-It was the only thing that managed to escape your mouth in the face of such a surprise

-"(Y/N)... As almost everyone here knows, I've already been married twice, the first time he cheated on me, the second time it wasn't the right person and hopefully the third time is the charm" - The redhead joked and you barely laughed because of the nerves-"We've known each other for years, I think you know me better than I know myself, you know what I like and what I don't, you know how to take care of me, you know how to make me happy and you know how to love me and I'd be too stupid if I didn't make sure you never left me again. I'll be a heaven-blessed woman if you say yes and stay by my side for the rest of our lives. I have a lot more to say but I won't because today is the special day of Janine and Gregory, who helped me plan this and I'm so grateful for that, so I'll summarize this. I love you with all my being and I want to have you by my side every day of my life, what do you say, will you marry me?"-The redhead asked smiling excitedly and you nodded jumping into her arms, the redhead catch you but almost tripped back, stabilizing in the last second, hugging you tightly

-"Of course! I've dreamed of this for years!" - You responded by making her laugh and kissed her lovingly-"I love you Melissa..."

-"I love you more my beautiful girl" - The redhead responded and kissed you again as everyone else screamed with excitement, happy that, after years of back and forth, you were finally together.

[silentcryracha]

❍ ‗ Work Buddy (Bang Chan)‗ ❍

Pairing : Chan x reader (Chan pov)

Genre/warnings : none it's just fluff and kittens fr

Summary : Bang Chan wakes up one morning and takes a short walk to the JYP building to go to work, but meets an unexpected friend along the way.

Word count : 3.3k

A/n : I know Chan has Berry and he's 100% a dog person, but I had a fluffy vision, don't question it

Blank '__' is intended as a name filler, self insert or not

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Chan was awaken by the soft ringing of his alarm clock. His eyelids fluttered a few times before he gently stretched his arm out to turn it off. He then covered his mouth to hide a yawn, before shifting his gaze to his right side, where his partner was still peacefully sleeping.

A small, soft, smile appeared on his face while looking at them. Unfortunately though, he had to wake up and get to work, so he gently removed his arm from under your head and got out of bed.

It was barely 8 am, and he probably had a total of four hours of sleep, maybe three and a half. He stayed up late to the studio to rehearse a new dance for his group's new song, but today it was producing and recording day. He was extremely tired, why lie.

But he's also the type of person that just needs to take care of his own business, which also included creating his own material. And with a new comeback in less than two months he couldn't allow himself a break. Which is why he just got up, washing up quickly before getting dressed and heading out without complaining.

He didn't have the time nor the strength to prepare breakfast to anyone, so he did leave a small message of apologies to his partner, even though he knew that they wouldn't have expected him to do it regardless. The times were rough, but he was grateful to have them by his side.

Chan put on a black face mask, one of his beloved beanies, and then a leather bag across his torso before heading out. He quickly stopped, mumbling a 'fuck' under his breath as he realized that it was lightly raining outside. So he stepped back inside and took a folding umbrella, then went back outside again.

His own apartment wasn't exactly a close walk, but he didn't feel like calling the driver so he just shoot the agency a message as he went. He needed to walk, to clear him mind even if it was under the rain and cold.

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When he finally reached the agency building, it was about 25 minutes later and the rain had started to really pour. He eyed the coffe shop nearby as he waited for the green light to cross the street, and when they finally switched, he quickly reached the opposite side of the road.

As he approached the entrance, he saw a small and wet ball of fur curled up to the side of the shop, at the very start of an alley. He frowned, both in confusion and to sharpen his eyesight to understand better what it was.

Was it a rat? No, too big. Was it a raccoon? No, too small. Then, he figured, it must be another animal. Probably a cat. And his doubts were confirmed as he got a little closer.

Chan looked at it for a while, questioning himself on why a small kitten would be all alone in a public space and under the rain. While he felt sorry for it, he was barely standing on his own two feet by that point, so he just headed in the coffe shop and ordered his usual.

As he waited in line, first to pay and then to retrieve the order, he was munching on his lips, still thinking about that poor animal. But what could he do? He wasn't sure, but he was sure about the fact that he wouldn't have been able to go on about his day peacefully if he didn't at least check if it was injured.

So, with that thought in mind he went back outside, coffe in one hand and umbrella in the other. Chan saw that the cat was still there, so he carefully got closer. It was indeed a small kitten, but not a newborn. It looked like it was at least a few months old, but was still quite tiny.

"Hi litte fella" he called out gently, using a bit of a baby voice. He squatted down, leaning his head to the side to try and inspect the kitten a little. The animal turned its head towards the voice, and jumped a little, startled. But it didn't run away, instead just looking at Chan with its two big yellow eyes.

It was a very pretty cat, he thought. With short gray fur and bright yellow eyes, the only hint of color beyond that being its cute pink nose.

Chan still munched on his lips a bit, unsure on how to proceed. He wasn't very familiar with cats, but he knew that they felt a human's vibe and mostly acted based on it, so he made sure to not appear threatening. He quickly decided to close the umbrella and attach it to his bag, so that at least he could have one free hand.

Then he gradually got closer, with his hand stretched out and fingers rubbing against each other to attract the cat. He was also making some noises with his mouth, like little kisses noises, that usually cats liked.

When he got close enough, and thankfully partially covered from the rain by the building's roof, he stilled and waited. With his surprise, the cat seemed to be curious and friendly enough to walk up to Chan, sniffing his fingers with featherlight touch.

The man smiled, softly talking to it until he took up enough courage to move his hand to scratch his chin gently. The cat seemed to really appreciate the gesture, since he started purring and head bumping Chan's hand.

"Ow, you're so sweet" he cooed, now petting his back, "What are you doing out here in the rain, mh?"

Chan noticed that the cat wasn't injured but it also didn't have any collar on. He did look quite small and skinny, though, so he figured that it must be a stray a not an outdoor cat who got lost. He was also friendly, which means that a lot of people mustv'e approached it before.

He was trying to think of what to do, but the cold, the rain and the freezing iced americano in his hand were bothering him too much to even think straight, so he just decided to take it with him. Or at least take it inside, away from the rain, And then he would've asked someone of the staff to take care of it.

Chan stood up straight, calling for the cat to follow him, which he miraculously did. They were almost at the agency building's entrance, when a loud car almost scared the cat away. So the man just sighed and decided to pick him up.

The animal meowed a couple of times but didn't really fight, probably choosing to put his trust on Chan. The security at the entrance looked at him wired, but didn't question him further, since they knew perfectly who he was.

So he just walked up to the elevators, with the cat to his chest and the americano in hand. All the people that he passed by gave him a weird look, but he didn't care. As he finally reached his studio, he sighed in relief and released the cat on the couch before closing the door behind him.

He put down the coffe on the table and took off his wet beanie and jacket, turning on the heater. Then he glanced quickly at the cat, which seemed to be lurking around quietly, so he took the chance to slip outside the door once again. He went to the bathroom and dried himself off as best as he could, also using the hair dryer to dry his curls. Before going back to the studio he grabbed a couple of towels.

As he opened the door to the studio, he saw that the cat had jumped on the desk and was checking out his computer. He chuckled lightly, closing the door again before approaching the desk.

"Nah-ah mate, this is off limits, yeah?" he picked the cat up and realized that he didn't even know if it was a male or female. So he maneuvered it a little, making him meow in protest, but he did eventually see a pretty noticeable pair of testicles.

"Yep, definitely a boy. And not a neutered one either." he said out loud, confirming once again his thoughts of him being a stray. Chan brought him closer to the couch where he had put the towels, and picked one up to try drying up his fur a bit.

The kitten didn't seem extremely happy about it, complaining the whole time and shaking his fur, sending droplets of water everywhere. Chan chuckled again as he tried to gain back some trust by petting him.

"I know, mate. But we gotta dry you up a bit, yeah?" so he kept on rubbing and petting him with the towel until he was satisfied enough. Now he was just damp, so his own fur plus the heat would've finished him off.

At that point Chan took a look at the time, and saw that it was almost 9.30 am. He needed to get to work and prepare the room for the boys' recording sessions. So he carefully put the wet towels on the humidifier to dry, and then sat in his chair and turned on his laptop.

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After about three hours, someone knocked on the door. Chan gave permission to enter, and that's when Jisung and Changbin saw an unexpected scene in front of their eyes.

Bang Chan in full producing mode, but with a little gray ball of curled up in his lap and chilling.

"Oh my- is that a cat?" the older one said, while Jisung released an excited gasp, immediately coming closer. He squatted down and gently started to caress the cat, which wok up for a second, but then quickly turned his belly upwards waiting to be petted.

"Ow such a good kitty you are, yes, so soft. " Jisung cooed, then looking up at Chan who was tiredly smiling down at them. "Care to explain?"

So both Han and Changbin put down their bags and sat down, chilling as they got ready to work. Chan quickly explained to them how he ended up with a stray cat in their studio, and the two of them had different reactions.

"I stil think that you should let the staff take care of it. They'll bring him to a shelter or something." Changbin said, provoking Han to scoff at him.

"He found it. The cat is already attached, he's cute. What more can you want? I'd take him home. Didn't you say that __ also likes cats?" Jisung asked.

Chan nodded, looking down at the kitten who had become his new work buddy. It was a calm cat too, which was a bonus. And it honestly gave him a sense of comfort, to be alone but not completely. He would've surely talked about it with his partner first.

"Okay guys, who's the first in the list today for recordings?" he asked, shifting the subject. Both the men instantly followed along, deciding to leave him alone.

"It's Minho. So careful, or he might snatch that little furball before you can make a decision" Jisung joked.

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The 3racha worked together for about an hour alone before the first of the members came in, which was Minho. Needless to say that he was ecstatic to see a cute kitten in his workplace. He went straight to the pet that was sleeping on the couch between Changbin and Jisung, and just picked him up like a baby to pet him.

Jisung quickly filled him in with the context, and he agreed with Jisung on both the fact that he should definitely bring him home, but also on the fact that if he didn't, he would've done it instead.

Chan once again had to recall their attention and put them to work. In the end everything went smoothly and their work day went on as any other, with the difference that now if a member wanted to cuddle a bit he would've had a fluffy gray ball to do it with.

In the afternoon, during lunch break, Chan asked a staff member to go buy some kitten food and water and bring it back to the studio. The girl was quite confused but complied nonetheless. She also made her acquaintance with the new arrival and was absolutely smitten.

The kitten ate well, like he had been starving, and Chan felt thankful that he picked him up from the street. He had questioned if he should call his partner before suddenly coming home with a cat, and he decided that he should. So when he had a moment alone, he picked up the phone and instead of a normal call, he started a video call.

It rang for a few seconds before your beautiful face appeared on the screen. Your face adorned with a sweet smile,as you didn't expect your boyfriend to videocall you.

"Hi baby, is everything okay?" you asked. Chan nodded, giving them a small smile.

"Yes baby. I just wanted to introduce you to my new work buddy." his partner had a confused look for a second but tried to hide it by straightening their posture, really believing that they were about to meet one of Chan's co-workers.

But instead he pointed the phone down to his lap, showing the kitten that was currently making biscuits on his thigh. It did hurt, yes, but he didn't want to interrupt him.

"No way! Oh my gosh!" a gasp was heard coming from the phone, making Chan giggle.

"Channie what is a cat doing in your recording studio?" they asked while they kept gushing over the small animal.

He gently picked the kitten up and brought it against his chest, moving the phone again to show the both of them in the frame. His partner squealed and he knew that they were taking screenshots.

"Basically I saw this little guy all alone in the rain near the café this morning and I felt bad so...yeah now he's the new Skz mascot I guess." he chuckled as the other person 'aw' 'ed on the phone.

"To be honest I don't really know what to do with him. Bin says I should let the staff handle it, but he'll end up in a shelter at best. While Minho and Jisung think that I should bring him home." he explained, studying their reaction.

"What do you think, baby?" the cat meowed so Chan let him jump off his lap as he took a sip of his second iced americano of the day.

"I don't know, baby. I would love to take him, you know it. I love cats" they smiled sweetly, a small frown on their face. "But we also both work. You go away from home, stay away til late to the studio and stuff. And I do work only part time but still..." they shook their head slightly, unsure.

"We'd keep him inside though. I don't think that a few hours alone would be that much of an issue. We should just make sure that he settles in well the fist few days." he responded, suddenly feeling like a child who was trying to convince their mom.

Maybe deep inside the reason was that he actually missed a lot the presence of a pet in his life. With his little dog Berry so far away. He would've always liked to have another one, but he wouldn't have betted on a cat.

"I could also bring him with me here, when I have quiet days like today. I think it could work. What do you think, baby?"

Their partner sighed softly, thinking for a few seconds before finally nodding with a small smile.

"Okay then. Should I go buy some stuff for him when I get off work?" Chan giggled like a kid when they agreed, making them laugh too at his adorable reaction.

"You know what? I think I'm gonna try and get out early today. I need to sleep for more than four hours or I'll collapse." he confessed,

"So we can go together at the petstore, yeah? We'll bring this guy along so we can get advice. And a vet appointment." he added. __ laughed again, walking around. Chan understood that their lunch break was over, so he decided to let them go.

"You sound so excited, I love it. I love seeing you happy." he couldn't help but smile as his heart melted at those words.

"I love you too, baby. I know you have to go now, so I'll let you go. I'll text you in a couple of hours so we can organize everything, yeah?"

"You're right, Channie I have to go now. I'll be waiting, okay? See you later baby, love you" they sent a flying kiss, making him giggle, again. He waved his hand cutely, saying one last 'I love you' before hanging up.

Chan put the phone down, sighing as he let himself rest against the studio chair. He rubbed his eyes slightly with the heel of his hands. He was still extremely tired, but also happy. This is was definitely not the way that he had imagined his day to go.

When he looked behind his shoulder he saw the kitten playing with a dangling piece of his jacket, which made him stand up quickly.

"No, no, no mate. That one's expensive." he chuckled to himself, as he bent down to distract the cat. He made him play with his fingers for a bit until he eyed a useless piece of paper, which he then took and scrunched into a small ball.

"Look, here" he threw the little ball across the room, and the cat sprinted to go play with it. Chan smiled, satisfied, and then picked up the phone again, deciding to check in with his members and the management to let them know that he would've needed to go home early today.

As he waited for the response, he thought back about his morning with his new little friend. He played, slept, cuddled, then played and slept some more. He loved his job to death, but sometimes he wished he could live like that kitty.

He remembered fondly how nice it felt to not feel as alone while he worked. Animals may not be able to actually talk, but even a simple head bump, painful biscuits on his legs or some purring was already enough to give him back some of the good mood that he was struggling to keep up those last few days.

Yes, he thought. Why not? It'll be like a baby without having an actual baby. Even though his members already did take that place up sometimes, he sneered affectionately at his own thoughts.

His phone lit up, signaling new notifications which he checked out. Both the management and his members gave him the okay, and instead encouraged him to take the rest of the day off, knowing how hard he was working. He thanked them and let them know to rest, too.

"Alright mate, we're going home tonight. Aren't you excited?" he asked out loud, shooting a glance at the kitten which was still running around with the ball.

To __ 🌑💓 - Hi baby, got the ok. Pick me up later with your car? So we can go buy some stuff. I'll order some food for us tonight, to celebrate ;) - See you later, love u

He also texted __ before going back to work some more. Around ten minutes later, he got a reply.

From: __ 🌑💓 -Of course, Channie <3 Can't wait to meet him TT -I'm already thinking of names, just so you know ;) -Later, ily

He smiled one last time and then put his headphones on, getting back to his work.

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[miss-may-i]

Miss May I: Season 5 Part 5

Isabella: I can't believe I'm at my first bachelorette party.

Isabella: I just thought it would be a little more exciting than playing at the park with a 2 year old.

Julian: What were you expecting? Drugs and hookers?

Isabella: Well, no. But maybe at least some music and dancing.

Julian: I just don't think it's that big of a deal. Noah and I have already been living like a married couple for a while now.

Isabella: What do you think he's doing at his party?

Julian: He just said he was hanging out with some guys from work.

Harley: Hey man, I know we tend to stay out of each other's personal business, but that was a nice ring you bought for your lady and I sign your checks so I know how much you make. Pay for it with your gig on the side?

Noah: You're right, we do stay out of each other's personal business.

Harley: Come on, don't be like that. It's your bachelor party, your last night to go crazy. If you can't go wild tonight then when can you?

Noah: You're not supposed to get high on your own supply.

Harley: See? I knew it. Just one little bump. What do ya say?

Noah: One bump and I mean it. I'm not letting this shit ruin my life.

Harley: I hear ya man.

Noah: Did I wake you up?

Julian: Maybe just a litte.

Noah: Where's Jasper?

Julian: He's in bed. It's way past midnight.

Noah: Why are you still up then?

Julian: To make sure you got home safe.

Noah: You mean you just couldn't wait to see me again.

Noah: You know, they say the fastest way to make a baby is to give the mom the best sex of her life.

Julian: Jasper is proof enough that's not true at all.

Noah: Ouch.

Noah: Well, with this one we said we're doing everything right this time, including how we make it.

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[soupedepates]

Tyr belongs to @hel-phoenyx

Leonova belongs to @noa-de-cajou

Oli belongs to @thal-ent

Meili belongs to @azeler

Kaizarz and Sigi belong to @corneille-but-not-the-author

I spent some time during the holiday period at the hospital - to see my little brothers beating all odds. Those kids just can't die. Like, alright, Egill's good for chemo due to skin cancer, doesn't help to have xeroderma pigmentosum, and... welp, doctors can't figure out what is wrong about Sigsteinn. They are talking about Lou Gehrig disease now. It's just the seventh diagnosis of a terminal disease my baby brother got, so he is kinda chill about it.

And Egill would outlive me just to have the last word.

Oh, and I met Qamar here. We had a great time. I love my sister, you know. She is beauty, grace, brains... Everything I am not. She's going to get married, in May I think. The planification is taking a long time. Of course she asked: "So you're getting freaky with the mayor's son? Does he know you're..."

She made that gesture before her face.

"Because the mayor Warsowar isn't the most minority friendly man on Earth, you know."

"Come on, Sigi isn't like that. Like, at all. And that's not just because I'm the most white-passing of the bunch. He is just... so kind. And wonderful. And..."

"She is still head over heels for Kaizarz, Oli, and Tyr, Qamar", Egill smiled snarkily. "There's just a new guy in her heart. It's a very big heart for such a small brain."

"Go back to dying", I replied.

"On it, boss", he giggled.

But when I was not getting bullied nor worried about my baby siblings, I was pretty preoccupied by preparing a huge Christmas feast for the gang. And I invited Meili. For... I don't know, old time's sake. Big stuffed turkey, with everything I could imagine as side dishes. Oli helped me hang the custom tinsel with "Halal Christmas" written on it. She chose the most ridiculous plant to be our Christmas tree and decorated it herself.

Tyr brought the good and expensive champaign, as expected, and Kaizarz brought his adorable face I just wanted to kiss all dinner long.

And Meili brought three bottles of wine. Which is very much appreciated.

We drank a lot. We laughed a lot. And fuck, so much leftovers. Perhaps because we started talking about politics and, because I was too drunk to be offended, I just said "Yeeeees, wallah, too much Arabs yeaaah, ya'Allah please be Le Pen in 2027 for the good Frrrrrench". To which Oli answered: "Inch'Allah".

And me, the Lebanese, and Oli, the visibly brown kid, had had the delicious pleasure to see confusion among our friends after that speech. Meili lost his fork due to it.

And then we drank again.

The gifts were tasteful, as always. I gave scented condoms to Tyr, a dick-shaped pan to Meili, and a Miku body pillow to Kaizarz. For Oli, I found a dildo looking exactly like a tentacle.

I am a great friend.

Or not. But that was so fucking funny.

I also texted Leonova to wish her a merry Christmas (hoping you haven't broken up with your girlfriend again cuz right now my legs are closed).

Moving on to New Year's Eve.

The plan was, with Oli, to crash as many parties as we could. The queer bar I am working in? Check. Had a blast. We danced on the table. Meili and the alt-right? WE EVEN BROUGHT COUSCOUS! Tyr and Kaizarz? Checked. We played Smash Bros. With us inebriated, it was hilarious.

Then I said: "let's crash Sigi's party. He is at his dad's."

"The mayor? You sure about that?"

"Positive."

So we went to the City Hall, beer in hands.

It was closed.

"What do you mean the mayor doesn't live here."

"Domhildr. Have you. Have you heard yourself?"

"...Mayhaps????"

Oli swallowed whole her beer.

"So you don't know where your new guy's daddy lives."

"I THOUGHT IT WAS HERE??????"

They laughed and put their arms around my shoulder. It felt warm. And right. I hugged them just after I heard "let's go home".

We played Just Dance. We had a litte karaoke. And drank a lot. I baked cookies for Sigismund, for tomorrow.

We shouted "HAPPY NEW YEAR" at midnight or so.

A hug.

A kiss.

Two kisses in his arms.

It felt safe.

Black out.

I wake up naked snuggled against Oli. Also naked.

Wallah?????

She sleeps tight. And I don't feel bad. Not at all. Just. Confused. I sit in my bed, thinking about last night. It was soft. Tender. I liked it. It felt safe. It felt... fuck, I'm crying.

"Domi...? Wha..."

"Nothing. I'm..."

The only word coming is "happy?".

I pursue: "It's so weird. I never feel happy or just... just good after that. I feel happy." Which makes me sob even more. Oli comes to hug me really tight. In a warm embrace. They stroke my hair while rocking me slowly, until I calm down.

"Thank you so much for..."

Making me feel safe.

Making me feel wanted.

Making me feel... loved?

I don't even think I am disgusting, cradled in her arms. That's. That's so strange...

"Thank you."

And I ask: "I have to do something this morning. But before I leave... can I kiss you?"

"Of course", Oli smiles.

This is an all at sea Domhildr wobbling on her legs who's going to the police station, with the ugliest cookies in the world on a box. They were better when I was wasted.

I pass the door. Ask for Sigismund Warsowar. People start to know me at the station soooooo they don't even ask to see my ID anymore.

My Knight in shining armour arrives, as hangover as I am I suspect, but he gathers the strength to give me the most beautiful smile I've ever seen.

"Hi Domhildr, I wasn't expecting you today. Did you have a good New Year's Eve?"

I smell worry in his voice.

"I had sooooo much fun. With Oli, you know who she is we live together, we tried to crash as many parties as possible! We tried to crash yours but I really thought your father lived at the city Hall and... DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT I KNOW I'M NOT VERY SMART!"

He can't help but chuckles.

"Anyways due to that splendid failure we went home and I baked those cookies and... " I can feel my cheeks burn. "And we had a blast! So anyways, here's my little treat for you cuz you definitely need more flesh on those bones. Happy New Year Sigi!"

He has the most adorable giggle I've ever heard.

"You're really a piece of work, Domhildr", he smiles with what I hope is tenderness.

[romanestuffsposts]

Hey! Can you write one where little reader tries to convince stucky to get a puppy?

I love your page!

Hi there love! Thank you for the request. I hope you like how I turned it 💜

Thank you so much ❤️

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Warnings : litte reader is a vicius manipulative one in this one, paci, stuffie, mention of punishment, soft punishment, tease, pouty little reader, vicious daddies, cuddle, fluff, pet name

Pairing : Daddies!Stucky x Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : Even the most adorable puppy eyes can’t get you a puppy ? Let’s see about that…

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"Daddyyyyy" You sing as you jump on his laps. He chuckles and wraps his arms around you "what is it, little one ?" You look up at him "do you like Bucksie ?" you ask biting your lips.

Ah, Bucksie. He chuckles "of course I like Bucksie, Beautiful" This cause a huge smile on your face. Bucksie is a stuffie your daddies got you for christmas last year. It's a white puppy and you take it everywhere you go. You can't sleep if it's not in your arms, you don't like tv marathon in the evening if it's not beside you or with one of your daddies and you’re sick in the car if it's not in your hands to distracted you.

It's your bestfriend

"why are you asking me that ?" he asks tilting his head as he stares at your beautiful features "He good puppy Daddy, isn't he ?" you ask looking up at him with your big dreamy eyes. Your Daddy smiles and nods "he is the best, always so good and he always calm you down so why I wouldn't like it ?" his fingers are running down your hair and his eyes are still running around your face features

"Can I have anothew one ?" You ask shyly, your fingers fidgeting with each others, you nervously wait for his answer. His deep laugh vibrates the inside of your body because of yours still resting on him "I don't see why I would say no" he smiles when he hears your gasp. You turn your head to his "weally ?"

He nods once again with his loving smile "Yes, really" he says pocking his nose against yours making you giggle.

You bite your lips as your smile appears on your face "can i go tell Papa ?" you ask kicking your legs from joyce. The little energy you have in your body is about to run out.

"Go," he says "but don't run" he adds and you nod "pwomise, daddy" You kiss his cheek before getting up and start walking as fast as you can to your Papa's office.

You stop when you're infront of the door. You're about to open it but remember that you can't without knocking. So your little fists dance around the door annoncing at your Papa that it's no one else but you

You hear a muffle 'come in' so you open the door and enter quietly to not disturb him.

He already knew it was you, every time you are excited and have to ask something or when you're just in a happy mood, your hands knock all over the door. He looks up from his folds and smiles when he sees you infront of the door, waiting for him to tell you to come to him

"there's my beautiful baby" He smiles looking at you. You smile and wave at him but still remaind at your post "come here, sweetness. Come tell Papa what's got you in a good mood" he says patting his laps. You make your way to him and climb on his laps with his help. Your chest is infront of his and his hands are on your back to support you. You smile when his gaze is on you

"Papaaa" you sing just like with your daddy. He smiles and nods "Yess, sweets. I'm listening" he rest his back on the seat and make himself comfortable, knowing you won't go to the point immediatly

"do you like Bucksie ?" you ask peering up at him. He smiles thinking about that stuffie of yours "of course i like him, baby" His hands are caressing up and down your back giving you a massage sensation.

Another thing you love about your daddies is that whenever you're in their arms or beside them, they rub a part of your body, your belly to calm you down, your legs, your feet, your hand, your back or your arms. Everywhere they can put their hands on, they do

"can I have another one ?" you whisper and he frowns "don't you think Bucksie will be jealous if you have another friend like him ?" one of his hand is still on your back while the other is wondering on your belly.

"But told me he wanted anothew one like him. He wants a fwiend, Papa" You say pouting. Your Papa lifts your shirt so his fingers are wondering around your skin and he sighs "well, I guess you were good this week so we can go look for a new stuffie puppy this afternoon"

Your eyes widen from happiness and you gasp "weally ?" Your Papa chuckles and wiggles a finger in your belly button making you laugh "yes, really" he smiles seeing you fighting his finger "but you have to be good until there" he says stopping his teasing so your attention is back on him

You nod "I pwomise, Papa"

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You walk down the street between your daddies, Your hands holding your daddies's and your smile on your face. You look around the street, smiling even more when you see people with their dogs.

You still can't believe your plan worked. In your head it's all good now, you'll have your puppy but in your daddies head, it's another thing.

You stop walking when there's a puppy store on the street. You let go of your daddies hands making them turning around to look at where you're going. You walk to the window and smile at all the little puppy who are playing or sleeping. You quickly find the one who look like Bucksie and you jump on your feet, pointing him "is him!" you squeal turning around

Your daddies look at each other, Bucky frowns at his husband while Steve arches an eyebrow "what are you talking about ?"

You look back at the sleeping white puppy "is this one Bucksie want" you say with a smile on your face. Your daddies walks beside you and look inside the store. Steve turns to you "But sweetness. This is a real puppy. Bucksie wants a stuffie and we agreed with a stuffie. You can't have a real puppy" he says and you're happy face change into a angry one

"But Daddy said i could" You cross your arms. Your Daddy's head snaps down at you while Steve looks up at his husband, ready to jumps on him "what ?!"

Bucky shakes his head "I never said that. I said I was okay with a new stuffie, just like your Papa just said." He looks up at Steve "You know I would never have told her yes for a puppy before talking with you" Steve sighs and nods "i know, Buck"

They look down at you "We're going to the playstore, not in this one" Steve says giving you his hand to go back into your walk "But Papa said yes too" you mumble pouting

Steve sighs and kneels infront of you "we never said yes for a puppy. You manipulated us and unfortunaly for you it didn't work. So either you apologize and we go to the store for a new stuffie but you get ride of that pouty face or we can go home without a new stuffie and a punishment" he says and your eyes are watering "what do we do ?"

You turn your back at him and he sighs standing up "alright, I guess I know the answer"

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It's been three days now. Three days that you're dying for a puppy. When you came home that day you were send to a time out in your bedroom and you have to go to sleep earlier without cartoons for a week.

You were suppose to sleep right now but you can't. All you can think about is the puppy you want. All you can think about is the games you want to play with him. You want a new friend and you sure will do everything to have him

You get up from bed, your paci correctly put in your mouth and your Bucksie warmth up in your arms. You make your way to your daddies's bedroom, praying for them to not be mad at you for being awake this late. You carefully open their bedroom door and step inside. The dark of their room make your muscle tremble a little but you know your Bucksie is here to protect you as much as your daddies do

You walk to Bucky's side of the bed and shake his hand. You watch as his eyes open before blinking a few times. He lifts his head a little with sleepy eyes "Baby ?" his sleepy voice rings around the room "what are you doing here ? Why don't you sleep ?"

"Can't seep" you whisper "want daddies" you add and your Daddy smiles at you. He shifts a litte and opens the sheets for you to come in. You climb with his help in the bed and you lay down between your warm dadides. Your scooping closer to your Daddy, your head against his chest with your Bucksie between you both "why can't you sleep ?" he asks not whispering, knowing that your Papa is now awake and watch you both

"Bucksie was talting too much" you say looking down at your stuffie. Your Daddy hums, sliding his fingers down your arms "what was he saying ?"

"He was talting about a new puppy" you say "he is sad he can't have one"

Your Daddy looks beind you at Steve who is shaking his head with a knowing grin "what did you told him ?" Bucky asks looking back at you "Told him you said no" you say playing with Bucksie's ears "So now he mad at you"

Bucky chuckles "Oh, yeah ?" he looks behind him at Steve who nods. His eyes are back on you "well you can tell Bucksie that if you're good for another month, if you do your housework without complaining, if you clean your playroom after playing inside and if you don't whine about going to bed. Bucksie can have a puppy" he says watching your face

A whole month ? Doing all of that ? That's a lot. That's way too much for you and you know that. You daddies knows that as well.

"and if you have one. You will have to come every time when it's time to take him for a walk, even if you're playing. He won't go upstairs and you'll have to feed him. And it's important things you can't forget, either way we won't be able to keep it. Do you understand ?" Your Papa says from behind running his fingers up and down your back

That's a lot of responsable things. But you're a big girl, you'll be able to do all of that. You'll prove them you can do it, that you can be responsable

Like you said, you're going to do everything to have a puppy.

[sneakyboycream]

Caine prepared an special occasion for the peformers.

An fancy party where he gave all the members their own romantic partner NPC created to specifically appeal to them so they can have fun and blow some very necessary steam off

Jax was in his own corner having a drink, silently looking at the others having their moment and getting frisky with their partners.

But ...apparently he dint get a one? wich dint surprised him at all, It was probally an form of punishment for being such a dickhead to everyone, So he dint care, He would simply have his drinks and masturbate after, he dint need anyone

Until....

When he looked to the left side, he saw a very cute and small NPC girl that seemed to be coded to look 12/13 Year old. She was an ragdoll like ragatha but with black long hair, very big beautiful eyes and she was using an rabbit-like onesie with tigh-highs

He got nervous fast

"..is this....kid?? ...supposed to be my partner????""

He started to feel his face getting very-very warm out of nowhere, trying his best to focus on his drink, even thought his hands started to shake a litte.

"hi, youre Jax ..right?"

The girl said after a while with awkward silence, her voice almost made Jax spit his drink, It was so... beautiful...so sweet....so... young

"huh...y-yeah..why do you ask?"

The girl looked at him with her big eyes and got closer to him

"i have Heard of you from Caine and youre just so cool, i really wish i could dance with such an cool older guy like you..."

Jax felt petrificated, sweating bulliets "what the fuck Caine??" He thought to himself, did Caine really make a child partner for him?? What makes Caine think that Jax likes-...

His thoughts got interrupted by the feeling of very soft and small hands touching his chest.

"please Jax...just one dance, i promised i will not embarass you..." She got on tip toes to look at him closer.

Jax heart was beating fast, his breath was heavy and his face almost looking like a tomato. he couldnt believe this was really happening, what kinda of sick and twisted joke is this?

"listen- litte girl i-.. you got the wrong guy!..."

Jax said that to try to get her away from him, but he knew damn well that was not possible, and that she was in fact, made for him.

"but Jax-..." Said the girl, her eyes and soft voice almost hurting his soul from how hypynotizing they were

To avoid looking, he looked to the other sides, and for his surprise, he saw that everyone, ragatha, gangle etc, were alredy almost naked, having the biggest fun of their lifes.

He looked at the girl again, thinking about how gross It would be If he gave in, but at the same time, he knew Caine had a reason to do this, His porn maganizes dint all had young looking girls for nothing

Jax sighned

He grabed her hand and put her in a good position to slow dance, exploring all her tiny body with his big hands during it, his heavy breathing getting mixed with hers, looking at her eyes.

.......

After a while, the others could see Jax fucking a Very small looking girl against the wall, they were really confused but too distracted to care much, but his moans were certainly the loudest

"fuck fuuuuck, yessss, stupid litte girl, t-take It all!!!!!"

He said during the "plaps" sounds of his dick hiting the litte girl's womb, making a bulge on her belly. Jax using his hands to block the sound of her moans

Jax was biting his lips really hard drolling saliva all over the place, his pupils going really high with all the insane pleasure, looking like a dog in heat.

......

" F-FUCK-..IM GONNA-.."

He said one second before filling that litte pussy with his warm, and perverted cum. Making an entire mess on the floor

When he finished, he took his hands off to give her a hot and wet tongue kiss with his dick still inside her, doing small gentle thrusts with all the cum still on place, finally making himself cum a litte more.

.......

On the next day, after the post-nut clarity. Jax couldnt eat his food, still in disbelief with what happened, It was really good, but that day made him realize what type of pevert he really is, and somehow, Caine knew about It.

[obscurecharactershowdown]

Group E Round 2

[image ID: the first image is of Goo, a blue blob with a 2 little black eyes and a half smile. the second image is of Shrimp, a black creature with a blue and white collar. he has bright white eyes, 4 spindly legs, a long tail, and an oblong head. end ID]

Goo

okay so goo . goo is like the silliest little goofball ive seen on a web series . he dances with PINECONES and makes and says weird wacky analogies and keeps all of them in little notebook for later use and also made a 3-5 hour film for his best friend bot after they said they wanted a new identity BUT he single-handedly spent like 30mil dollars or something for that but it’s okay hes trying his best !!!!! also he did NOT deserve to be voted out for that i really hope goo and bot reunite btw because they didnt get to talk much right before goo’s elimination and not ONLY that but literally goo got eliminated BEFORE he got to see bot’s transition he doesn’t even know that their name is bot he still thinks its tbd (…like literally. he still thinks their name is literally “tbd” because they said their name was tbd. yeah he’s kinda dumb like that but it’s okay i love him for it/p) as far as i know anyways their silly little meaningful conversation before his elimination that made me cry "yeah,, i liked it !! but.. it was,,. a lot :[ listen goo,, i-i dont need this new identity to be such a big grand spectacle , i just want you to treat me like. llike me . with all the uncertainty lately, it helps everything feel just a bit more,, normal , yknow .?" “oh,, ohfor sure ,! i get it !! it’s like,, you just wanted a slice of cake, and i went and gave you the whole bakery ,:D !!” “hehe, yyup, nailed it !! ,:)” UWAHHHHHHH😭/LH/POS and also he’s apart of an alliance with his bestie called the cheer factory !!!! and they focus on cheering people up and theysure as hell do well at it !!!!! they cheered up clover and the floor ithink yes the floor is a character ssshshshshhsshh / and goo literally lost one of the challengesbecause he laughed at the floor’s joke in order to cheer him up AND HE DID NOT CARE he was just glad he got to cheer somebody up !!!!! “another satisfied customer at the,, CHEER FACTORY !!! :D” LITERALLY HE WAS SO HAPPY and also when goo and bot were separated into two seperate teams goo is IMMEDIATELY sad when he notices bot isnt with him “sigh… i guess the cheer factory has become the.., cheer llc. :[“ I FELT SO BAD FOR THE BOTH OF THEM / but ahemem anyways goo is a silly little goober and that’s why he should be in this competition !!!🎉🎉 also a few extra bonus facts about him (sorry not sorry/lh/silly) 1 . he doesnt have limbs but like he also doesnt write with his mouth . his voice actor said he dances on top of the paper until it leaves a smudge 2 . did i mention he dances with pinecones/silly 3 . he likes fudge sundaes 🎉🎉 4 . his voice actor has made him diss subway before due to a request on one of his livestreams ( “lalalalala- SUBWAY⁉️eat fresh my butt‼️>:[[” ) 5 . hes blue

Shrimp

Ok so Shrimp is public enemy #1 and I love him. He's the funny little guy you see on your loading screen during the game who you don't think much of until eventually you find an asylum on one of the floors of the Upturned Inn and oops! Shrimp is there! And you need to free him to progress, which Ik is alarmed by even though you can also just tell him you didn't see/free Shrimp. You can put a collar on this little guy to make him look snazzy, despite how little he's with you. On the floors where he's friendly he kind of just follows you around, so you get to have a little buddy for parts of the game! He's basically just your pet dog who may or may not be severely dangerous. And by may or may not I mean a definite yes he is, because he turns aggressive when he gets especially hungry. He can eat the food objects scattered around, though, so that's avoidable! He can also stay with you for nice little elevator rides, which does concern Ik, but it works out! until he starts trying to attack you but if you don't feed your dog then I don't care if it attacks you [additional propaganda 1]

[jelzorz]

128.

They don't talk anymore. It's a lot harder to these days. There are too many things they haven't said and it's hard to tell where to start. Rayla keeps trying and then stalling and then chickening out because there's so much hurt in Callum's eyes that she knows she put there that any words just taste dry and cotton-like in her mouth.

Then Ez proposes a dinner.

Nothing too big or fancy, even by royalty's standards. It's just supposed to be a litte thing to make nice with some visiting Neolandian dignitaries who are still a bit apprehensive about all the things that happened at the border. They bear Ez no ill-will, of course—it was Kasef's poor decision making that got them here—but their standing armies aren't what they used to be and they're... reliant on Katolis and Duren for protection.

"It's really important that you go," Ez tells Rayla. "They're kind of scared of Xadia right now. Something something retribution for invading or whatever. And Xadia won't, obviously, but I think they need to see proof of the friendship we're fostering."

And, of course, Rayla agrees, because any favour for Ez is a good favour, and she's never been able to say no to him anyway. But then he adds—

"Oh, I should mention—I know I said it was little but these things are still formal and there's a little dancing and stuff. It's generally expected that you'd—uh—bring a date but..." He shifts awkwardly, knowing who she would have gone with if things were different, but the circumstances are certainly not like that, and now there's an expectation, even with all the things between them and—

"Oh," is all Rayla says. Lead settles in the pit of her stomach, because there's only one person she wants to ask, but whether or not she can is a different question.

"Sorry," Ez mumbles. "I know you guys aren't really..."

"It's fine," promises Rayla. She throws in a smile for good measure, even as her gut writhes in her belly. "I'll... We'll figure it out one way or another. Don't worry about it."

Anyway, that's how she ends up here, tugging against her own fingers ang readjusting her bun and pacing up and down the hall outside Callum's study. The dinner's still a week away so it's fine and presumably there's no one in attendance that would ask him (that he would say yes to) but still. Rayla paces. Rayla tugs. Rayla re-does her bun once more.

Then the door opens and Callum almost crashes into her on his way out. "Rayla!"

Rayla tries not to grimace. "Callum. "Hey, erm."

He blinks at her. She blinks back.

She looks away first.

She coughs, daring herself to meet his eye again but too afraid to actually go through with it. "S-sorry. I—er..."

Callum frowns at her, his mouth tugging downwards in what she thinks (hopes) is concern. "Is everything okay?"

Rayla nods. "Yeah. Everything's... Everything's good. I just—um—I wanted to ask." Gods. How had things deteriorated to this? It's like she's fifteen and stupid all over again. "Are you going to that dinner with the guys from Neolandia?"

Callum presses his lips together. "Um," he says. "Yeah. I mean, I kind of have to be there, being the prince and high mage and all."

"Oh," says Rayla. "Obviously. I knew that. I—um."

There's a pause. A long pause. Rayla will swear later that it went on for, like, ten minutes even if she knows it was barely one. The words catch on her throat, like a chunk of venison too big to swallow, and all the while, Callum waits, and waits, and waits, until—

"Do you need a date?" he asks her at last.

Rayla's heart deflates. The way he asks makes it sound like he's already got one and it's notably not her. Her lungs struggle for breath. Her hands twitch at her sides. "Yeah," she manages at last, hoping she sounds normal at the very least, even under the strain of wondering who he might have asked in her stead.

But Callum's lips twitch as he looks away. "I—um—need one too, actually," he admits.

Rayla dares to look up. "You don't have one already?"

He shakes his head. "I—uh. I dunno. Things aren't... the same as they were. I didn't think..." He coughs. "I know a couple of people who might be interested in being yours—"

"I'm asking you," blurts Rayla, before he can go any further, before she can make it worse in any way.

His shoulders sag. Hers do too. The air is a lot less stuffy all of a sudden. Rayla even manages a smile. "Would—would you be interested—?"

"Yeah," says Callum quickly. Perhaps too quickly. Quick enough for Rayla to know he'd been hoping for this all along. "And, y'know, it doesn't have to be anything until... yeah. I'll go with you."

"Sounds good!" says Rayla.

He nods, the slightest hint of a smile on his lips. "Sounds good."

The talking thing is... Yeah. They're still not there yet. But it's a work in progress, and it's coming along fine.

[uarmymoonlight]

"thus with a kiss, i die" - william shakespeare (part 1)

pairing: vampire hunter!jk X vampire!reader

genre: fantasy!au, historical!au, forbidden/secret relationship!au, angst, smut

warnings: explicit depictions of murder and blood, jungkook has a panic attack (twice, actually), fluff 

summary: in the moments prior to jungkook’s first real mission, he tries hard to block out visions of his past while simultaneously, and most importantly, remembering what your kind really is. even if your lips are as sweet as honey and your smiles as bright as the sun, you’re dying just like the rest of the bloodsuckers. he swears. 

author’s note: literally not a single thing here is historically accurate and that’s where the fantasy part of this fic resides, truly, bc vampires exist (real). i slightly based some of the dialogue on william shakespeare’s romeo and juliet - and fun fact, if you didn’t catch it before, the title of the fic is a quote from that play, also. 

words: 4.5K

cross-posted on AO3: to read on AO3, click here.

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Jungkook’s village’s festivities for Easter Sunday are the best Easter Sunday festivities that have ever existed. He’s sure of it. Because never before in his entire life has he seen so much beauty and such abundance. Granted, he only left his village one time and, yes, he knows he’s only seven years old, but still, surely no other place could top what he’s seeing right in front of him at the moment. 

Jungkook is sitting against one of the smaller maypoles decorated with colored ribbons posted on the edges of the festival, from where he can see all of the area they use for it: a small clearing that has been filled with maypoles, a makeshift stage for the musicians, and many tents for food along with big wooden tables for the feast. Enormous trees surround the area creating a ring, as if isolating that little piece of land from the rest of the world. As if, in that little area walled by trees, the only witness to their existence is God himself.

The sun shines through the trees and on the creek that runs by, the sunlight’s reflection bathing everyone in a glimmering light that feels very much akin to a holy blessing. There’s music playing and there are people dancing and running and playing around wearing the biggest smiles they’ve ever sported as if they don’t have a care in the world. As if most of these people didn’t almost starve last winter. As if most of them won’t starve in the winters that are to come. 

But that doesn’t matter, because for today they get to eat. Because for the past few days every single seed that grew to become a vegetable, every single grain that was used to make bread, every single animal that was killed to provide meat, every single spice the village had has been brought to the clearing to be part of the big feast. The entire clearing looks just like the Garden of Eden. At least, it looks like what Jungkook thinks the Garden of Eden looks like, it feels like what he thinks the Garden of Eden feels like. Beautiful. Plentiful. Peaceful. Reserved. 

“Won’t you come dance, my little bunny?”

His mother asks as she walks over, her right hand pulling his father along. Both panting a little from having just participated in one of the dances. 

“Or will you sit there the whole festival?”

“No, not the whole festival. Just for as long as I can.” 

“As long as you can, is that so?”, his father chuckles “And when won’t you be able to stay here any longer, boy?”

“When it’s time to eat!” 

“Ah, really?” says his mother while his father only smiles wider. “So only food will make you enjoy the festivities?” 

“No, mother. I’m enjoying the festivities sitting here. But only food will make me get up.” 

“Oh, I see. Very well, if that is the case…” 

The woman puts her hands on one of her pockets and pulls out a small piece of marzipan cake, smiling mischievously as her son’s doe eyes grow bigger at the delicacy, the boy’s mouth forming a little “o” of amazement. Jungkook’s already getting up to take the cake from his mother’s hand when something jumps in front of him and grabs it before he can even fully stand up.

A cat. A cat stole his cake.

“My cake! Mother, my cake!” 

“Your cake? It came from my pocket, didn’t it?”

“Quick!” his father intervenes “The one who catches the cat may eat all of the cake!” 

Jungkook has been in this family long enough to know his parents don’t really care about cake. Chase or no chase, Jungkook is the child so he is the one who gets the cake. But he knows his parents care about him and about playing with him, so he doesn’t have to hear his father’s empty challenge twice. Jungkook bolts. 

Him and his parents chase the cat while it runs across the clearing - zigzagging through the maypoles, knocking over those still dancing, going under the big tables, around some of the tents - until the cat reaches the forest. Jungkook follows it, hearing his parents' laughter and footsteps right behind him, sometimes even seeing them in the corners of his eyes. He focuses on the cat, continuing to chase after it into the woods. Jungkook jumps over tree trunks, dodges twigs, steps onto rocks, runs around holes he can see on the earth, hears the crunching of leaves beneath his feet, the birds singing above him, he hears the bees flying past him buzzing his ear, he hears deer running somewhere to his left, he hears a scream. A piercing and terrible scream. A scream so loud Jungkook’s body abruptly stops, the speed at which he was going making him fall over and roll on the dirt. 

A scared Jungkook quickly gets up and calls “Mother!”, looking around him. He doesn’t see nor hear anyone. “Father!”, he tries. But no one comes. 

Again and again and again and again he tries yelling for them. But no one comes. He’s breathing heavy now, from all the running from earlier and the effort of screaming so much. Jungkook starts to feel the pains from his fall, body aching from head to toe. He looks at his surroundings and sees only the gigantic trees, all very close to each other, the direction he had tumbled from isn’t clear to him anymore. The boy spins around wondering where the clearing’s direction might be. He is panting hard. 

“Mother!” 

Like before, nothing. Jungkook doesn’t hear them, doesn’t hear their footsteps, their laughter, nothing. He doesn’t hear them. That’s when he notices that he doesn’t hear anything at all. Not the birds, or the bees, or deer, or any other sound of the forest. It’s a complete silence. 

In that complete silence and solitude, he feels desperation become a fist around his heart. His chest is tight and his vision is blurring and he can’t move because where does he even go? Where is the clearing? Where are his parents?  

Another horrible scream behind him and Jungkook falls to the ground terrified, arms covering his head. 

The screaming stops. He hears something but the screaming stopped. 

Shaking and nearly crying, Jungkook slowly moves around to peek through his arms at the source of the scream.

Right there, just a few steps away from him is the body of his mother drenched in blood, her once lovely face twisted in agony, mouth wide open and eyes rolled back. On top of her sits a hunched figure clad in a dark cloak, its bloodied hands holding his mother’s shoulder while its face is buried in her neck. 

Jungkook lets out a grieving moan and cries. The figure turns to him. Jungkook sees nothing but a bloodied chin. Something in him awakens and he runs, he runs and runs until he trips. 

With a thud, he realizes he tripped and fell on someone, he’s about to ask for help when he sees the blood. He looks at the person’s face and makes a horrified noise when he sees it’s his father, with his face as twisted and his neck as torn as his mother’s. Jungkook’s tears fall on his father’s face as he forces himself to get up once more and keep running. He runs and he runs and he runs and he hears another scream. 

He gets knocked up again and when Jungkook lifts his head, he’s back at seeing his mother’s dead body, hooded figure on top of her. Except now he can see the figure’s blood-painted face. 

Now he can see your blood-painted face. 

So he runs again, he runs again and he trips again and he sees you all bloodied again. So he runs, and he trips, and he sees you all bloodied, so he runs, and he trips, and he sees you all bloodied, so he - 

“Jungkook!”

He wakes up. 

He wakes up in their safehouse. 

“Jungkook!” It’s his brother, Namjoon, saying his name and shaking him awake. 

“I’m awake.”

Namjoon releases a breath and follows the younger one as both sit on the bed, Jungkook panting and sweating. He’s glad for the moments of silence Namjoon allows him to recompose himself before Jungkook has to deal with the questions he knows the other man already has on the tip of his tongue. 

“Go ahead. Ask.”

“Same nightmare?”

He nods, because there’s no point in lying about this. Not to Namjoon, at least, who would've seen right through Jungkook. Both of them had been in this exact position many more times than either of them can remember and Jungkook has shared with the older one more nightmares than days together. 

“It’s that same time of the year, so it makes sense that your thoughts and memories of it are resurfacing. I assume you still can’t see its face?” 

He hesitates. Because, yeah, for many years Jungkook couldn’t see the face of the monster of his nightmares. Until he met you. This is the fourth time this month he’s seen your face in his nightmares. 

“No”, Jungkook says.

Namjoon sighs, “Alright. Good. That’s good. We can’t have you distracted this week, we sent out some scouts who’ve reported that -”, he interrupts himself after taking a look at Jungkook’s state: not breathing as heavily anymore and the cold sweat is mostly gone, but his eyes are still unfocused and looking down, still breathing through his mouth and shoulders slumped. “Sorry. I…We’ll have time to talk about this tomorrow.” 

Before his brother can get up and leave, Jungkook grabs his arm. “No, please. No.” Namjoon sits down again “I-I’m just, I’m fine. I just…Just tell me.”

“Jungkook, you have to-”

“No. Whatever it is the scouts said, I need to hear it. If Easter Sunday will have as many vampires as Jimin thinks there’ll be, I need to know too, because I’ll be there too keeping watch on one of them, remember?” The older man still seems uncertain, so he adds “This is my first mission, brother, you can’t leave me in the dark. You can’t leave me.” 

His brother says nothing for a moment, then nods. 

“Very well. You’re right.”

Namjoon then goes over the information. How they’ve found more dead bodies discarded a few hours away from the city, all the bodies with the same profile - young adults, limbs torn off, broken bones, witchcraft symbols on their bodies, drained of blood. Suspicions that vampire and witches have been working together only growing stronger and more certain, even if they’ve never actually caught two of them together. 

The men then go quickly over the plans for Easter Sunday and after talking about where each hunter will be positioned, listing their weapons and supplies, Namjoon gives him one more task: get more information out of you. 

After a little debate, Namjoon succedes in making Jungkook agree to at least try to sleep a little bit more, since there are still a couple hours to tick by until sunrise. But not before Jungkook promises to go straight to your house as soon as he gets up.

// 

Your house fits you, Jungkook thinks. Or rather, your manor fits you. 

Standing tall over the other houses, the white-stoned building was located just a few miles away from the heart of the city, a low and vine-intertwined wall of its own surrounding the area to separate your family from the commoners. Three towers emerge from the brown roof of the manor, one of them bigger than the others being the most noticeable feature. Behind the manor sits a small, but still beautiful, house for the servants and a little white chapel Jungkook knows your family doesn’t use. The scenario is topped off with a beautiful tulip garden surrounding a big fountain at the front of the house. 

It’s a place as elegant, beautiful, and perfect as you are. At least, on the outside. 

Jungkook walks to the back of your manor, where its walls are separated from a merchant’s shop by a narrow alley. After checking that no one’s in sight, he uses some of the vines to climb over the wall, landing on the other side swiftly with the ease of someone who’s done this many times already. Jungkook is careful to avoid any servants, even if he’s pretty sure your family knows already, and he’s definitely seen a couple maids awkwardly pretend not to notice him. Thankfully, at this time in the morning, only a few of the workers are up. Still, he thinks it’s always better to fall on the side of caution, especially dealing with vampires. And, well, that is part of his whole…how can he put it? Character, he supposes, that he’s been playing for you so far. So he not-so-sneakily goes around the servant’s house, hiding himself behind trees and in shadows until he reaches a point beneath what he knows is your window.

Still partially hidden in the shadows of a tree, he picks up pebbles from the floor and starts chucking them at your window, quietly singing to himself. Soon enough, you show up at the window with a knowing smirk on your face and a playful tone in your voice.

“I know this voice. Is it you, Jungkook? Or is it a busker?”

“Neither, my lady, if both displease you.” 

He hears your little giggle and it slightly pisses him off. Because it’s just so easy with you, to just giggle away everything. And it’s so hard to not giggle back. He finally leaves from under the tree, fully in your sight now.

“Are you crazy, young man? My family will run you off with their brooms if you keep sneaking in.”

“My lady, I’m sure no harm can come to me as long as I’m under your gaze.” 

“How do you even get here, Jungkook?”

“My heart leads me here everytime. Smart thing, isn’t it?” your smile gets wider as your eyes sparkle with a tinge of mischief he’s sure paints his own eyes as well. “It even taught me how to jump over these cruel walls, my lady. It wants to be near its owner, I swear.” 

“Don’t swear. Even if I like to hear it.” 

“Then I’ll take back my swears, only to repeat them again for you.” 

You open your mouth to speak but suddenly stop when someone behind you calls out your name. You turn back to him with a sad smile.

“I have to go. And you must leave.” 

Jungkook panics a little and shouts for you to wait. “Do you really have to go? Can you not come out? Let me take you out for a walk.” 

He sees you look back with a worried look before hurriedly telling him to leave and wait by the shop next to your house, promising to meet him there in a few minutes. 

Jungkook leaves the same way he arrived: sneakingly. Except now more of the household staff is getting up and, as it’s happened before, he sees more than a couple of curious eyes not-so-subtly averting his direction. 

You arrive at the shop shortly after, your maid trailing quietly after you. Jungkook wonders if she knows what you are or if she herself is one of yours. The thought lasts only for a brief moment as you’re soon in front of him , a big smile on your beautiful face. He smiles back, “Time for act II”, he thinks.

“Ready for some fun, my lady?”

“I suppose it’d depend on the kind of fun. What do you have in mind?”

Jungkook only answers with a roguish smirk and then takes your hand, dragging you away. He stops first at a florist to give you a small bouquet composed of lavender, yarrow, iris, and snapdragon. Afterwards, he says he’ll take you to a jewelry shop nearby, to which you answer in between giggles “Is this your idea of fun? Jungkook, you’ll spoil me rotten!” 

“I’ll try my very best to do so, my lady, I swear.” 

You warn him as you did earlier today about his swears while entering the shop. Your maid follows at a small distance. Jungkook knows you’ve been to this before, because he’s seen you and your family come by a few times to do business or to purchase some luxurious pieces. It’s not a particularly big shop, but the size of the building is compensated for by the big size of the gems on the products. 

“Jungkook” you pull on his arm to make him face you, a small smile on your face “What are we doing here?”

“My lady, you know, I spend a lot of time looking at you” you squint your eyes a little bit and Jungkook knows you’re already thinking of how to tease him “So I couldn’t help but notice these beautiful earrings of yours.”

He sees your eyes open and widen a bit, your smile falters a little. 

Your earrings are two bright, blood red ruby stones framed by small diamonds and pearls, all tied together by silver. Oftentimes Jungkook swears he can see the stone move in itself. It’s an alluring, mysterious piece. 

“My lady, I hope you’ll forgive my indiscretion now, but -” you interrupt him with a mock-disapproving look. 

“Jungkook, you’ve never bothered with discretion.”

He smiles and restarts “Well, my lady, you see, I did not mind the indiscretion of all the times before. Nevertheless, now, I mind it, for I do not wish to insult you” Jungkook steps closer to you, “These earrings, were they a gift from another fellow?” 

Your mouth is shaped in a small “o” form, not having expected the question. It takes only a second for you to recover.

“Why?”

“Because if I am to buy you a necklace that compliments these beloved earrings of yours, it’d do me well to know who else buys you jewels.” 

Jungkook sees you hesitate a little before you finally tell him your brothers gave the pieces to you. 

“They’re a family heirloom.” 

He thinks to ask more about it, but as he sees you slightly stepping away from him, gaze looking down, Jungkook decides that’s a battle for another day. 

The owner of the shop, then, comes forward and you and Jungkook get swept by the man as he presents fitting necklaces for you. After a while, you pick a delicate silver chain and a red tear-drop shaped pendant dangling from it. Not nearly as exuberant as your earrings, you, however, assure Jungkook that you like it just as much. 

“It’s extraordinary value was established the moment you meant for it to be a gift for me”, you tell him. “And…Jungkook?”

“Yes, darling?”

“I have something for you too.” You pull out from your pocket a silver locket and place it on his hand. Jungkook takes a look at it and sees that there’s an intricate art engraved on it of leaves and bushes and, at the center, a  little rabbit. Impatient for a reaction, you say anxiously “That is how your mother called you, is it not? Little bunny? I…well, I had hoped I could wait until Easter Sunday, I thought you’d need some strength, but, alas, I wanted to spoil you a little as you’ve done to me.” 

Jungkook keeps staring at the locket, your words being heard but not listened to, being pushed, instead, to the back of his mind as he tries to stay in the moment rather than think about his mother. His mother had a locket with a rabbit engraved as well. You call his name softly once. He forces himself to snap back. 

“I…I-I, yes.” Jungkook shakes his head briefly and blinks a few times “Yes, she did. I…didn’t think you’d remember all that”, he scoffs. 

“Well, I do. To have lost your mother at a young age…I’m sorry, Jungkook.” I am too, he thinks “Smallpox is a terrible disease.” He only nods. 

“Thank you, Y/N.” 

You squeeze his hand and smile at him. Jungkook takes your hand and kisses it, taking a bit longer than needed with his eyes closed.

Your maid clears her throat and he puts your hand respectfully on his arm. With the both of you now wearing your new possessions, you leave the shop. You leave smiling sweetly and he leaves with a heavy heart.

Lost in his own thoughts, Jungkook keeps walking with you by his side.

And it always hits him at the most inconvenient of times that you may actually be a good person. And Jungkook almost feels guilty for plotting your death while you're smiling so sweetly at a little girl as both you and her help a kitten off a tree. But just as soon as the feeling begins, the warnings of his brothers whisper in his mind reminding him how manipulative your kind is - how manipulative you are. His brothers have no reason to lie to him about you or about the stories he's heard since he was a child. The stories of those who took his parents from him, the stories that haunted him, plaguing his dreams with blood and death until he no longer wanted to dream. Stories of those like you.

Jungkook tries to shake off these thoughts and softens his face when he sees you coming back to his side, now that the kitten is free and the little girl is on her way.

"Fourth time this month. Same time, same tree, same cat", you tell him with a smile.

"I don’t understand why Soo-Ah doesn’t just adopt him”, Jungkook scoffs “Would save her the trouble of having to save him every other day.”

“It would. But it’d also take away his freedom of coming and leaving when he wants and of chasing that same squirrel that goes up the tree and disappears. Not to mention one more crucial factor.”

“What?”, he waits confused, eyeing your mischievous smile.

“Helping Soo-Ah with the cat uses up enough of her time that when she reaches the bakery the breads will be fresh out of the oven. She won’t need to wait even a second to get them.”

You give Jungkook another one of your pretty smiles, those he can’t help but answer with a smile of his own, and there it is again. That same feeling from earlier telling him you’re a good person, after all. Fangs and blood-sucking aside.

So Jungkook takes your hand to continue your walk together. It’s only after you’ve entered your house, leaving him with a kiss, that a shadow crosses Jungkook’s face and he heads to meet his brothers, the men waiting hungrily for the right time to kill you.

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author's notes:

the initial point was for this to be the first and only part, however i'll right a 2nd part bc some things i wanted to put here didn't really seem right. i also have a few ideas for a 3rd part, depending on how the other parts will be received and how i’ll feel about this fic in the future. this is why i ask for you to, if possible, give me feedback or just your general thoughts and impressions of this part. reviews are a great motivation! 

also, as it was said in the beginning, some of the dialogue was inspired by william shakespeare’s romeo and juliet. i used these sources for inspiration and reference: https://pt.slideshare.net/1977LS/peca-teatralromeuejulietaparaescolas and    https://myshakespeare.com/romeo-and-juliet/act-2-scene-2 

fun fact - these are the meanings of the flowers that were in the bouquet jungkook gave to the reader: snapdragon - graciousness, deception / lavender - distrust / iris - faith, trust, wisdom, hope, valor / yarrow - everlasting love. and rabbits almost always symbolize prosperity, abundance, good luck, and fertility.

taglist: @luaspersona @kookpeas

[cyborg-franky]

OC x Canon Week

I wrote for myself for once. I did the @theocxcanonweek

Marco x Ray x Ace

SFW

TW: Nightmares, injury, polyam, age differences

Prompts: Tending to an injury - "Forgive me." - Mythical

Art by @ // donivanessdoodles

The sea was calm as a soft breeze helped the large ship bob across its seamless surface. Stars twinkled across the darkness that encompassed the world below. The window was ajar, the sea breeze kissing the exposed shoulders of the two pirates cuddled in bed. 

Both were fast asleep, limbs tangled under the sheets. Ray curled up against Ace who draped an arm lazily over his body. Ace nuzzled his nose into the silvery strands of hair, pulling Ray closer against his chest, a sigh as his brows furrowed.

The dreams that rolled across his subconsciousness grew turbulent, nightmares prickled beneath the surface as the waves of his mind turned. Ace felt the self-doubt and negativity that his partners helped to keep away pulling him below the waves. Ray and Marco weren’t in here to tell him he was loved, to hold his hand, to remind him he was worthy of their love.

Nightmares clung to him, a storm chased away the warmth of dreams from moments ago. Like the night chasing the sun across the world, drowning it in the horizon, buried under a sheet of darkness. The nightmares found Ace, pulling him in every direction.

Bright blinding fire, explosions and screaming. He could hear the deafening sound all around him before a ringing in his ears took it away. He saw the small boat sink, he could see Luffy’s lips moving but couldn’t hear a sound. 

Loss, overwhelming loss clutched his chest even as he slept. His grip on Ray was tighter, fingers digging into plush flesh as he whimpered. He whispered Sabo as the nightmare morphed from flames painting the indigo night with misery, feeling the heat from where they stood, watching helplessly.

All the things people had said about him got louder and louder as the darkness flashed into light. The bright blinding light caused him to flinch in the real world. He watched as unimaginable scenes played out in his mind.

Losing his new family, his friends, and his crew. One after another he saw them slain, saw them dying to protect him. Tears ran down his face as he began to thrash. He was so alone, everything was taken away from him right before his eyes and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. 

The rage, sadness, and frustration burned him up. 

Trapped in his nightmares, unaware his body started to burn up. His hands grew hot, hotter, as hot as fire. Before flame could erupt from his hand a loud scream pierced the air and caused his eyes to open, confused and blinking his eyes as he grabbed Ray harder and heard him sobbing. “Ace! Fuck Ace!” Ray shrieked and elbowed him.

Ace then realized his hand, the hand that had grabbed Ray in a desperate attempt to anchor himself in the stormy waves of his nightmares was glowing. He retracted it as if he’d been burnt and that was when the sobering of the situation hit Ace like a bucket of ice-cold water.

Ray was crying, tears running down his face as he balled himself up. A big angry red handprint on his thigh. Nervous feathers prickled down his arms as he sniffled, grey iridescent feathers growing in number, his arms almost becoming wings, showing his distress.

The door to the bedroom swung open, Marco stood in the doorway, eyes wide and blue flames dancing across his shoulders as he stared at the two. Ace looked guilty, freckled cheeks wet from crying as he reached out for Ray.

“Pidge, I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry. I swear I didn’t mean it! Marco, please do something.” Ace begged and tried to pull Ray against him, trying to shush him. Ray fell against his chest, trying to catch his breath as Marco took in the situation.

“Please forgive me..” Ace whispered against Ray’s hair, stroking his trembling hands through the strands. 

Marco moved, able to assess the situation, and placed his hand on the angry red mark on his boyfriend's thigh. “Shhh little bird, shh.” Marco cooed softly as he used his cooling flames on the taut and burning skin. He watched the redness fade but clicked his tongue against his teeth.

“It’s going to scar, a burn this deep and bad, I didn’t get here in time for it not to be permanent yoi.” Marco caught the look on Ace’s face at the news. Ray was still whining in pain but was seeking comfort wrapped in Ace’s arms.

The three sat there on the bed as things started to calm down. Ace felt a pain in his lip, he’d been biting down on it, trying to keep from falling over himself in apologies again. Marco had an arm wrapped around Ray, rubbing his shoulders.

“I’m sorry, Pidge,” Ace sighed. “I forgive you, I know you didn’t mean it. I’m not mad, I promise.” Ray smiled, leaning up and kissing his cheek, Ace felt some relief in his reply but still felt awful for the hand-shaped branding he’d caused.

“I’m not mad either Ace, but I think it’s back to sleeping in seastone for you,” Marco said and Ace nodded. “Yeah.. I think so..”

“Does it still hurt yoi?” Marco asked, the blue healing flames danced at his fingertips as he traced the painful-looking burn. Soothing the skin once more. “Only a little, thank you.” Ray sighed.

“Well, I think we are all well and truly awake, how about I go make us tea? Maybe there’s some dessert left over we can have to calm our nerves.” Marco suggested and chuckled when both his boyfriends looked up at the same time at the mention of a midnight snack.

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It's me tag

was tagged by @crampdown! I haven't done any of these for a hot minute so let's go.

- Are you named after anyone?

Supposedly, yes. My parents went on a trip to India and met a happy, energetic young girl that had a very particular name they then decided on for me.

2. - When was the last time you cried?

One of my friends told me that they have gastrointestinal problems, that it was incurable and they'll probably need a feeding tube someday. I was playing a game at the time and lost because I could not stop crying. That was on January 11th.

3. - Do you have kids?

Nope, and the only way I'd ever have kids would be through someone else.

4. - Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I want to say yes, however I have some friends who don't understand sarcasm very well so it also depends who I'm around.

5. - What's the first thing you notice about people?

I'm alright at remembering faces, especially their expressions, names not so much. I also take note of how people dress, since it can sometimes reveal things about you.

6. - What's your eye colour?

Some kind of warm brown.

7. - Scary movies or happy endings?

I'm a big horror movie enthusiast so of course the former. I don't mind the occasional happy ending though, especially when it's written in a satisfying way. We need to hope a litte.

8. - Any special talents?

One but I can't describe it without making a zero amount of sense..

9. - Where were you born?

Why, The Sound of Music land, of course.

10. What are your hobbies?

Drawing, watching movies and shows, taking long walks to wherever, playing videogames, crafting/building (currently lego and perhaps cosplay soon), theater, museum, cinema, dancing, video editing

11. Have you any pets?

I don't, used to have a lovely cat though.

12. What sports do you play/ have you played?

None, but I always wanted to do ice hockey... ooor maybe saber fighting..?

13. How tall are you?

5'8"

14. Favourite subject in school?

History, Art, Music, English, Psychology, Philosophy

15. Dream job?

I don't know anymore, man. Something relating to art.

Anyone else who wants to and:

@the-punforgiven @lady-herald @eyyitskida @r6shippingdelivery

[writtenbylizzyg]

˚₊‧꒰ა welcome to my blog ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

꒰ა info ໒꒱

Name: Harmony

Nickname: Mony (moe-knee)

Age: 17 (6months until 18)

Status: taken

⤷ she/her - mixed (black & white),

Tiktok @/evilcoldhearted

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꒰ა additional info ໒꒱

my free time ⤷ i’ve recently started ballet and competently danced prior (lyrical & contemporary), for 8 years! but i’ve just been a dancer my life mostly self taught after covid. i have been in loveeee with ballet since a toddler and finally got out of my bed rotting episode and decided to start. now im getting my first pointe shoes this christmas ♪⋆₊˚🩰✧‎

my favourite songs by lana ⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹ ⤷ yayo, ridin', boarding school, beautiful player, cola, rehab, meet me in the pale moonlight, big bad wolf, you can be the boss, smarty, and prom song (gone wrong).

my favourite movies/series ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ ⊹ ⤷Twilight, Black Swan, The Vampire Diaries, Pretty Litte Liars, Skins UK.

currently reading 𓏵𓏵⊹ ⤷ The bell jar - Sylvia Plath

my favourite models ⊹ ⤷ Snejana Onopka, Brandi Quinones, Shalom Harlow, Gisele, Ruslana Korshunova and Valeria Mazza

dreams ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა⊹ ⤷ professional ballerina, supermodel, singer, actress, author…

⤷ (basically i just want to be famous .ᐟ)

& i love my boyfriend :)

[mint-moon25]

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or - Good - Old - New Delhi - India

Didn't know - all my deliveries have

gossip - Blk Teen Girl - Blk sm sister

Tried 2 steal my Ross Dress 4 Less

2nd red coach - was sitting 1st chair

while I went 2 front - Hub Locker as

6'2 ft - older - young bro with huge

no of luggage - with - Carrier - their

Ground - Level - 1st Lobby - Kitchen

with - Homewood - Suites by Hilton

way far - Apt Bldgs - fr - Corner - its

Novotel - Prime - Real Estate - major

said - Looking 2 my Right - 'Hey that's mine' - went straight at the

2 - imagined - XXXtencation - FL

Stand your Ground Law - 18 and

older - Non-Professionals - for

Jennifer Hudson - Oct b 4 their

Halloween - abducted - Age 7

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estranged Spouse - of Blk sister

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Multiple - Gunshots - given now

our - Limited Edition - Walt Disney

less than tic tac - size - signed yes

Mickey Drawing - 'And it all started

with a mouse' - 1 Bancruptcy - going

for 2nd - but 1st spoke 2 his parents

and younger bro - all 3 had Millions

His start - 1st month - Anaheim $$$

CA - California - Big - Millions - next

month - More - Millions - Debts paid

my mind - 500 bullets - shot - litte

blk girl - then taller girl - poisoned

bullets - they disappear - hipnosis

scent - Young old bro forgot scene

since our bodies - unseen cameras

no nudity scene - pursue changing

birth - he has no sisters all records

Stand your Ground - Kill Person (s)

Amateurs - Got Paris - Ross - Bag

$0.99 - moved 2 the 1st red chair

Leather - No sides saw day before

Lobby - Hidden Camera - when me

put new panty - front of me - while

standing - Got my Small Box - and

another - Hispanic Old Male - read

pointing - 2 - another - as Spanish

Males - 1 hand - all packages from

different - areas - Forgot - exactly

what I said - EBT - Member usted

You and - su esposa - his wife and

la familia - Spanish - $7.05 - Miami

Spanish Nos - 50% - off - Cincuenta

Ebt - Comida - Stamps - Food Stamps - English numbers also

Didn't stop 2 read - My - Thanks

Miami - in a - Hurry

1st Small Box - Overnight - Heavy

Discounted - No 1 - Overall - Color

Hair Nexxus Shampoo Conditioner

Large Box - Front of Me - Superbly

Beautiful - Sleeping Bag - Weekly

No - Notices now - Water Street

Cleaning - Folding - Everything

30 Nov - ends - FL - Deadly yes

Hurricanes - JUST - 75 mph just

don't touch - inside with feet - or

hand - tent - super - fast - super

fast - real strong - Gust of winds

like - whiplast - front door - tent

faces - SW 2 Av - Blue - Camel

each side - by - Camel - Crown

7 ft long - 5 ft wide - 4 - fatties

4 ft wide - is ideal - as usual its

4 ft - hgt - should be - 5 ft - so

L Side - folded - blue japanese

table - overthrow blanket - and

flat twin sheet - incase warmer

I use that - we keep fitted on top

of 5 inch air mat or like marble

takes - soaks cold and colder &

colder - non-puncturable - mats

inside above - 4 - windproof - 80

degrees - former - 5 ft height and

7 ft long - 5 ft wide - inside 90 deg

degree - little tents - 100 degrees

'You get what you paid for" - told

USA - Blk guy - their mats - near

Punching Bags - Same Girl - yes

Arrived - He said its OK - Asians

are - Quarrelsome - Small - Eyes

Highest GPA - Skips Senior year

4 Harvard - college - looked at me

'I'm - Allowed' - 6:30P - like her FL

soft wall - like her vibrator - orgasm

self - masterbation - Stretches and

machines - feels like air penetration

6:40A - another guy - came in as - 2

guys with mats - was dancing 1st to

Lizzie McGuirre - "This is what

Dreams are made of' - dark room

b4 - Classes - 1st guy same as FL

'Yesterday' - then - 2 guys - white

shirts - 2 girls left soon - Super M

'Jopping' - placed tablet on steps

Major Tall - Stretched there - Left

of Punching Bag - Farthest - left is

tall black nice Punching Bag - used

fingerless gloves - Amazon Prime to

dry Sweat - Eckel - L side - of - Exit

Bringing - Cold - Coconut Water in

Future - Back 2 Punching - Bag for

Invisible Weights - Rest Back 2 yes

Align Back - Christa di Paolo - using

YouTube - Tablet - Free - T-Mobile

Cant handle Firefox - her website

LA Fitness - Wireless - Weak - and

Today - Publix - Wireless still weak

6:40A - another Blk Hair - female

came 2 b - near - me - uc - 2 guys

2 mirror - areas - wide - available

Huge - Classroom - both - 2 spy

my app - Smartphone - Tablet as

I arrived at door - at precise 5:30A

Blk male with hat - Hiding at Desk

Only Greeting Males like T-Mobile

Biscayne Blvd / US 1

Stairs 2 LA Fitness - sign R side

1st batch - Equipment - only men

Tomorrow - arriving - 5 min - after

5A est - woke up - 4:09A - watch

alarm - 0400 - 4A - Lesbians - at

Mary Brickell - Signature Club

LA Fitness

Mary Brickell Village

2nd floor - 1st view - L Side

Studio - D

Nail Polish - No Spa Pedicure

Hair - Starting at $45 - franchise

Massage Envy - R side - Member

$50 - 1 hr - Massage - $50

Daily - 9A - 10P

Told him possible farthest right

Locker 76 - Light Pink - Nos yes

Padlock - possible - overnigt told

him - after - 5:40A - now - 8:05 A

Padlock still there - Red - long the

cutters of LA Fitness - over - $16

and smaller - Prime - their lockers

Hub always full because members

always 3 days 2 get refund maybe

Amazon removing Locker per yes

request of Sellers - setting - their

Reputation - Hispanics - Latinas

EBT - Food Stamps - members

Prime - $7.05 - 50% - off - too

10:40A - Pretty Girl - Front Desk

Looks at me - Briefly like my ugly

face - contageous - how I feel

about - fat people as child yes

Moving to Equinox - won't renew

Both - 1 year contract - paying the

Penalty - Shopify - $5,000 - daily

Tik Tok - Non-paid

2 videos - Daily too

Jordan Welch - $6 Million

Try Viral Vault . com

Locker 70 - lower - granite long

seat - front - Read Again - USA

their - loopholes

Red Sticker

'Lockers are for daily use only.

Locks and belongings left over

night may be (not will be)

removed and discarded.'

Last Part - Ilkegal

14th Amendnent

No State can deprive any person

of property - what they bought

Powder Free - Gloves - must yes

return by US Mail - the - padlock

Cut Gently

Fr - LA Fitness

Mary Brickell Signature Club

We've enclosed your padlock

LA Fitness honors the 14th

Amendment - No US State can

deprive any person of property

We did inform our members the

lockers are for daily use only yes

We have the rest of your things

put in storage - Ask at Front Desk

After 90 days - Shipping 2 U - by

US Postal - Free of charge

Thanks for Choosing LA Fitness

PS Equinox on the L of us is yes

over $300 monthly with maybe

a swimming pool indoors

Next Statement

LA Fitness is not responsible for

stolen - discarded - or - lost items.

Illegal Statement

Stolen - Investigated member

Priors - Armed Robberies 7-Eleven

with Deadly Weapons - Shot male

Cashiers - Released early

LA Fitness - kept member

Manager illegally welcomed

Criminal Intrusion - allowed

Criminals near us - I left classroom

6:40A - texting since now is 8:30A

Discarded - Girl reported theft - No

fingerprint gadget - prints of owner

evidence - against thief - again has

Criminal Records - Robberies

Possession of Deadly Weapon

Lost items - Maid just throws

away - No fingerprint gadget

14th - violated - Maid is State

of Florida - employee of LA Fitness

Speaks Spanish - Deprived member

of Property - Items bought at Target

Thus - our gyms - coming - 24/7 at

Brickell - Better Signs - Priors - are

Checked - Kids - Seniors - Military

Free - Buffets - 24/7 - Free - Chefs

Jesus is Lord - 2 Dressing - rooms

They don't turn - lights off - Rude

LA Fitness - Violence - Ambush

Women - Terrible

Men - Awesome - Funny - Quiet

Showering - Hungry - Publix next

$22.49 - Extra - Calling - Claims

Mr Thakur - Palestine - Refunded

Invisible Account with my Samsung

Galaxy S - Old Series - Large - Font

Screenple App - Screen - Capture

Date - 01 Dec 2023 - Transactions

LA Fitness - $76.88 - est

examples - Disney+ - $15.80

No Ads - Lots of Amazon also

Theirs - Recurring - Google $22.49

Last - Wendy"s - $6.41 - from App

Yesterday - 04 Dec 2023 - Refund

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Small Booklet - Dr Jerry Savelle

Shower - Soon - Dressing Room

Make up - Huge Flourescent and

Cushion Square - Electricity - for

Dyson - 1 second dry - over - $400

Amazon - Prime - Publix - 911 - 9 St

After - Sushi - or - Deli Ham - $5.85

Multi - Grain Loaf - Fresh - $2.99

Small - Mayo - outdoor - $3.49

No refrigerator - Hellman's Hai

Happy Holidays - Tumblr - Yes

[jamespottersdaisy]

i went last friday with a friend of mine to see it at the theaters and what wouldnt i give to live it again. my session wasnt exactly the most animated but in 1989 we all got up and started yelling and dancing around and in karma some of us went down to the big floor under the screen and started jumping and screaming and thrashing around in karma it was honestly one of the best days

and you're notcrush OMG HE SOUNDS AMAZING IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU😭😭😭. you got yourself your own peter parker might i add.

do you think he likes you as more than a friend, is he giving mixed signals. you dont have to tell me but i genuinely feel happy when other people find the love they deserve

-🌕

I WANT TO EXPERIENCE THE SAME THING!!! i feel like it will be a special memory to remember in a few years

Also my notcrush(😭) has been my friend for a long time, so he knows me really well, especially the things that i never tell anyone. i mean, he understands why i react in some way, or what exactly hurts me in a situation and why, so he always approaches my feelings accordingly. it actually surprises me as well when he knows why im upset before i even tell him. he knows exactly what to say when im involved

and when we have a disagreement that he doesn't realise has upset me, i never feel bad to bring it up because he always welcomes it and listens to it before figuring it out.

no one asked for his litte kindnesses but i couldn't hold myself and im haven't even started yet

i have no idea if he likes me more than a friend, this a very confusing situation and tbh im not even sure i want to have these strong feelings towards him.

[calkale]

Adding to my own tags cause im thinking about them but the next time ice makes a delivery after watching mav at the bar he compliments his dancing, mav just laughs it off and says thank you but then goes and freaks out over it to Carole (shes also a ranch hand). Ice and mav start talking more and noticing each other in town running errands and giving a litte wave or asking how they are, ice starts going to the bar more too which then turns into ice inviting mav over for a beer. One night they drive out to one of ices fields and drink while they watch the sun go down then fuck in the back seat of ices truck. They dont make anything official after that and neither of them are big on pda but their close friends know somethings going on

Hollywood and wolfman also work for ice, slider works WITH ice they own the farm together. All the land belonged to ices dad and was passed on to him after he passed, slider already worked there and was ices best friend so they had a long conversation about co-owning everything to make it easier on ice. Most of the people working for them have been there since ices dad was still alive or theyre the sons and daughters of people who worked there before (some of the daggers)

Duke mitchell worked closely with viper on his ranch, they were both married but something was definitely going on between them, he started brining mav to the ranch when he was young and he loved being around the animals, there were a lot of horses but also a few goats, sheep and chickens. Mavs been working there basically his whole life and after his dad died (his mom died when he was young) he moved into one of the small houses on the property and continued to work for viper. About a year after his dad died carole started working there and goose started showing up from time to time too, goose is a hunter and he took mav out one time to try it out and mav was absolutely awful, hes too loud and hates just waiting around for so long being quiet, he never went again but him and goose are still close friends and they found other things to do together. There are a few other people who work on the ranch like vipers kids and chipper and sundown but mavs the closest with carole. Carole and mav go horse riding together all the time, viper owns a lot of land and theres a lot of trails in the area so sometimes they’ll make a whole day out of it when they have free time. Mav tries to take ice horse riding but hes terrified of horses, eventually mav gets him to ride behind him and ice has a death grip on his waist the whole time.

Im just throwing my thoughts out here i can say more if people want but this is whats on my mind

Modern cowboy au icemav need mav line dancing to shania twain