#all their laughs are so contagious lmao

[sturnioloho]

these giggles

[snudootchaikovsky]

ELF WEEK DAYS 1-4

AYA • ECLAT • FFION • LICHT

[slxtarchive]

𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 ✦ 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. all you’ve known was that you had one hater in the world and that was sam golbach. what happens when your enemy tried to protect you against something you didn’t need help with? what argument will be held and what will be said?

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. requested here <-

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. SLIGHT ANGST ! SMUT ! enemies to lovers trope, slight violence, love confessions.

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. gosh again, i am so sorry this took forever!! college is kicking my ass but omg this trope… i will never get sick of it. thank you 🧚‍♀️

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 2.3k +

as usual, after your last class period before lunch you went to your locker to drop off the books you didn’t need anymore. you heard the familiar laugh of your best friend tara. she was walking with your other friends. “yn! hurry!” she called out skipping toward you.

you shut your locker. “why hurry?” i questioned putting my back over my shoulder.

she placed her hands on your shoulders steadying herself. “colby asked if we wanted to go out for lunch. he got an outside pass and he said ms rogers could get us all one too!”

you had a tilted frown. “uhh maybe next time. i don’t really feel like going out today. plus i was planning to leave halfway through fifth.” you shrugged. the real truth was that you didn’t feel like dealing with sam’s bullshit today.

“nooo you have to come!!” she pleaded. tara was always the one trying to involve you in plans that she and the boys made. you weren’t much of a party person but they sure were.

you shook your head. “no tara, i promise maybe next time. maybe… tomorrow after the football game?” you questioned. tara thought about it and realized she should take what she can get.

she nodded reluctantly. “okay fine. no backing out now! we’re all going! i’ll see you tomorrow?” she asked. you nodded watching as her and the girls left to go to lunch.

the day passed you by as usual. you went home, did what you needed to get done, watched some tv, and then went to bed preparing for tomorrows plans.

the next morning you woke up to more texts than you usually did.

it was a group chat that was made with you, tara, colby, jake, the sturniolo triplets, carrington, larray, quen, and of course they had to add sam golbach.

you groggily groaned at what you saw.

plans !!

colby: what is this

tara: it’s for the plans for today!!

tara: yn you’re going. no backing out

sam: let her back out please

tara: don’t start

sam: start what?

tara: you know what

quen: WHAT THE FUCK IS UP BITCHES

larray: it’s too early for this

tara: okay so plans to go to the football game then out to eat after??

quen: always down for food

larray: me too

chris: nick matt and i too

sam: i guess

yn: wtf is going on

sam: oh great.

you rolled your eyes as he responded to your message.

yn: please stfu thanks

sam: someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed

yn: aw, unfortunately, someone WOKE UP.

colby: LMAO

sam: shut up

you put your phone down and started to get ready for the day. you then got to school and saw the whole group waiting around beside your first period.

you approached them immediately making eye contact with sam. he grinned smugly causing you to roll your eyes. tara noticed and turned around. “hey yn!!” she greeted giving you a hug. “still on for plans today rightttt..” she smiled.

her contagious smile elicited one from you. “of course.”

she cheered as the bell rang. “okay well gotta get to class. see you laterrr!” she sang walking away. you then made quick eye contact with sam before glaring at him and walking inside your class.

sam grinned watching you walk inside before walking away. of course he hated you but something about you has always intrigued him. he didn’t know what. he couldn’t put a finger on it.

by the time school ended you were exhausted and really didn’t feel like staying for the game but tara texted you knowing all too well how you worked.

you groaned as she texted the words. ‘no backing out!!’ you headed toward the front of the school ready to meet up with the group. they insisted on going over to colby’s house and then riding back to school for the football game.

you finally reached them smiling tightly. “okay guys yn is here! let’s goo.” tara said. “yn you can ride with us!”

jake interrupted. “there’s not enough space. she can go with sam?” your blood boiled. “i’m pretty sure you guys can last at least ten minutes without killing each other.”

you sighed. “i just won’t talk to him.” you then headed toward where sam was waiting for him to walk to his car. to distract yourself you took our your phone mindlessly trying to look like you were doing something.

“not like i want you in my car either,” he muttered taking out his keys.

you humorlessly laughed. “like i chose this either way. you probably suck at driving so I'm putting my life at risk.” you sassily remarked.

he sucked in a short breath feeling his patience already thinning. he swung his keys around before walking to his car. he unlocked only the driver's side and got in.

you tried opening the door but he looked at you smiling refusing to unlock it. “can you open the fucking door?” you cursed, pulling the handle.

he frowned. “it’s wise to use manners when speaking to someone doing you a favor.” his fingers hovered over the unlocked symbol.

you gritted your teeth. “open the fucking door sam.”

reluctantly, he unlocked it after you said that, already enjoying the way you got heated up. you climbed in slamming the door crossing your arms.

he looked over. “seatbelt.” he said shortly. you let a breath out of your nose and pulled the belt across your body connecting it to be red receiver.

he loved teasing you. the way you despised every little thing he’d say to you. “drive.” you demanded, starting straight ahead not bothering to look anywhere else. he nodded, trying hard not to laugh.

you guys went to colby’s house and all you did was sit and listen to the conversations held around you. you didn’t feel like hopping in at any time. all you were doing honestly was replaying the moment in the car earlier in the day.

you didn’t know why sam pissed you off so bad but something just irritated you and yet you couldn’t seem to stop thinking about him.

you don’t have time to think further about your feelings because tara screeched. “okay guys let’s go!! game starts in 10.” she spoke chewing on a brownie.

you nodded standing up. you huffed as the whole group exited out colby’s house before heading back to the cars. “you’re with me again.” sam shoved past you.

you glared at him before following him without complaint. you didn’t have the time or the energy to argue with him.

you both were silent on the way to the game. you parked, you walked, and you entered not saying a word. the game went by okay. you didn’t have an amazing time but the game was eventful. you could tell your school and the opposing team had tension in between them.

at the end of the game your school ended up winning by a few points. it was close and the whole school cheered as the whistle blew. your friends cheered as well as sam while you also smiled at the victory.

you guys were not exiting but came across a huddle. tara noticed a friend in the huddle and asked what was going on. that was until one of the girls from the other school spoke up. “oh now you wanna bring other bitches into this? scared as fuck.” the girl cursed.

it was looking like this huddle was a fight waiting to happen.

tara was caught off guard but still defended herself. “first of all, i just came to ask what the fuck was going on. second, don’t call me a bitch.” she sternly said, hands on her hips.

the girl snorted before speaking up. “what the fuck you gonna do about it? this shit has nothing to do with your ass anyway.” the girls' friends who were quite a lot agreed and some had kept their arguments with some other kids from your school going.

tara’s fists balled up. you didn’t want the situation to escalate so you stepped forward putting a hand on tara’s shoulder earning another laugh from the girl. “oh you brought your whole crew because of us?”

you made eye contact with her seeing the smug look on her face. “she didn’t.” you told her. you usually weren’t one to argue or to fight so tara made sure to shake her head letting you know it’s okay.

“oh really, then why the fuck are these unknown people here.” she gestured to your friends.

you slowly began to get more irritated. “maybe because we watched the fucking game together?” the comment pissed the girl off. you could tell. “now you can go get your dogs and leave. the games over and you lost get over it.”

the insult offended her and her friends even more causing her to walk forward. “who the fuck are you calling dogs, bitch?”

you clenched your jaw preparing yourself for what could happen. you clenched your own fists before you heard a male voice. “you guys need to chill. we were just meeting up with a friend.” colby stepped forward causing one of their guys to step forward.

colby glared at the guy but your eyes were dead set on the girl in front of you. “all i’m hearing is these bitches wanted to be nosy.”

tara stepped forward. “what the fuck is your problem?”

you stepped forward with her trying to diffuse the situation but one of her friends took that as you both trying to gang up on her so she stepped forward shoving just you back. you stumbled being caught off guard but then you quickly recovered. “don’t fucking touch me.” you cursed, moving closer.

she raised her brows. “what are you gonna do about it?” she crossed her arms.

you raised one of brows. “oh what am i gonna do about it? do you wanna find out?” your patience was wearing thin. that’s when the girl once again shoved you and tried to swing but missed as you moved back.

while that happened, tara shoved the girl who swung back causing the girl she was arguing with to grab tara by her shirt and pulling her to the side causing her to stumble and fall.

tara then got up and lunged at the girl but before you could do the same to the girl who swung at you, you felt someone’s hands in your shoulder.

the hands grabbed you and pulled you back from lunging at the girl. you didn’t register what was happening, all you wanted to do was punch the girl.

as you were being pulled away you caught a glimpse of the scene. colby trying to diffuse the fight, larry grabs quen from jumping in, jake pulls tara back, sam — no where to be seen.

you wondered where he had gone until you heard the mysterious person speak up. “calm down calm down.” sam.

he held you sternly in his arms pulling you away but not far enough because you could still shout to the girls who were also being pulled away. “that’s why you fucking missed bitch! keep trying it.” you yelled trying to fight your way out of his grasp. that was when you realized who it was holding you. you groaned. “let me go.”

he held you tighter. “no. you’re gonna get fucking expelled yn.” he said sternly his arms fully wrapped around you. “stop fighting me yn. fuck.” he complained before successfully pulling you from the situation and walking you out toward the parking lot.

you looked back seeing that the fight was separated but you didn’t see any of your friends.

you then took a deep breath, adrenaline coursing through your veins. because you were far from the fight sam loosened his grip letting you free yourself from his grasp. “the fuck is your deal?” you immediately went off, the heat of the situation still lurking.

sam immediately became irritated. “my problem? i just fucking saved your ass.”

“saved me?! i can handle myself. i didn’t need you to do shit!” you argued. “i don’t need you to fucking worry about me!”

his jaw clenched. “it’s not my fault i don’t want you to get in fucking trouble yn.” he breathed through his nose.

“since when do you give a fuck about what i do?” you crossed your arms.

“i don’t know! i didn’t fucking expect myself to care about you or want to be protective of you either, alright? i fucking despise you.” he paced around, looking unsure of the words he was spewing out.

“yeah you say that and yet you act like you’re in love with me or some shit.” you replied but as soon as you did, his irritated facial expression dropped and got replaced with one you couldn’t read.

he gulped, refusing to make more eye contact with you. he pressed his lips together, looking stuck in thought. that’s when his next words were spoken up quieter than before: " and what if I was?”

it was like a slap in the face. his words caught you extremely off guard. you didn’t know how to feel, but all you knew was that his words didn’t make you disgusted, irritated, or angry. no, his words made you feel giddy. you felt weird butterflies in your stomach as he said that.

you didn’t know what to say as he moved closer to you. getting inches and inches closer. “you fucking piss me off but somehow… i cannot stop thinking about you.” his face was centimeters away from yours. your lips fell open in awe.

you stood there allowing him to get closer with no complaint. he then whispered, “say something.” he expression made it look as if he was pleading for you to acknowledge him. his eyes desperately searching yours.

you chose your next words carefully, feeling as if you had just come to your true feelings that you buried deep within yourself forever. “i can’t stop thinking about you either.”

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[kalims]

cupping their face

parts. one , two , three , four , five , six , seven

characters. heartslabyul

content. gender neutral reader

riddle

he has very squishable cheeks despite his concerning diet mainly revolving around tea, biscuits, and whatnot (tarts).

you suppose the chubbiness in it comes from the mounts of sweets he can't exactly resist. of which trey is probably to blame.

riddle grew up with his very picky mother with her particular food choice for him so when he arrived in NRC without her eyes he gained a lot of freedom.

so if you hold his face in your hands the fat from his cheeks pokes out of the hole between your thumb, and pointer fingers. it's so cute 😭 so you can't resist the urge to sneak a squeeze.

it makes it all the more comical becomes he looks so confused, furrowing his brows at you like he can't believe whatever the hell you're doing right now.

plus points if you start to randomly caress his face cause he's slowly realizing that this is just a show of affection and is turning more red by the minute.

it would be a flustered riddle without the steam out his ears after all!

riddle avoids your eyes. "what in the world are you doing?" but makes no move to... well, move.

trey

uhh compared to riddle he's not in that level of squishy cheeks despite him being a baker and all.

I mean it's more of a 'you can feel the curve of his cheekbones' rather than the 'chubby cheeks' kind of thing. let me tell yall, the muscles in those damn arms aren't there for show!!

but yeah I firmly believe he just takes bites out of his batter / finished product to check if he should add a certain ingredient from the taste.

but it's usually the other people that do the eating.

though if you pinch hard enough you might be granted the satisfaction of smothering his cheeks (and a trey who is trying his best to keep the increasing pain off his face cause you seem to be enjoying yourself too much.)

anyways yeah cupping his face! from my memory, to me he seems like a person with a more lean face? (I have not seen him in a while lmao) but when you do he just raises his brow a little and watches you patiently.

you won't know if he's caught on what you're doing but you'll know he's starting to enjoy it when your palms are growing heavy from trey slowly leaning the weight of his face on it.

"is this a reward for my hard work?" trey huffs in amusement. "tell me when it's too heavy."

cater

wow he's so cute 😞

cater likes to snack every now and then and all that food just teleports to his face rather than anywhere else so it's prominent even if he laments about it.

I think it just makes his smile cuter cause you can see dimples pop out of his cheeks as well 😭 it tempts you to poke them all the well.

notable. they're also kinda stretchy, you can poke, pinch, and stretch them wow. the versatility. at this point everyone should have a cater to poke, pinch, and stretch out his cheeks.

^ stress reliever.

as you're cupping his face his response is just to automatically cup you back? and he's already giggling about this 'couple bonding' thing so you're not quite sure how to proceed.

but cater's laugh is pretty contagious so you end up laughing along. both of you are cupping each other's face, and you can feel the curve of his grin from your palms.

... next thing you know in a poof of smoke two more cater appears wearing similar pouts, of which are whining about their turn..

"you guys go away!" the cater which you remember to be the original dramatically pours himself over you. arguing with.. himself. "this is og cater and (name) bonding time, shoo!"

ace

is his cheeks squishable or not? we will never know cause everytime your hands are near his face he's flying backwards to avoid you.

what a menace with the suspense and all. ace is always trolling you so it's understandable. he's like: "haha get trolled." AND WHEN YOU ACTUALLY IGNORE HIM HE'S LIKE: "wait no that was a prank too pls."

if his ego wasn't taller than him he definitely would have regretted it 💀 honestly I'm so in dynamics with ace where he thinks he's the dominant one in the relationship and if you tell him to sit he's immediately sat.

it's gonna be more of a challenge to actually get a hold of his face but pro tip: just tell him to stop with a stern face, and he's just gonna go stiff but grumble when he feels your fingertips.

he's looking annoyed the whole way but you notice the twitch of his brows. suddenly he's looking just a little more comfortable in your hands.

point it out it out if you want but his face is just gonna revert to that annoyed look, just honestly let him loosen up (and loosen up he will, don't be surprised if he just starts demanding those face caressing thing you just did in the future.)

^ well he's only doing that if you initiated it a handful of times. if not he's taking that desire to the grave.

"wow. are you really that much starved for me?" ace smirks, and nods. probably praising himself in his head. "just keep doing whatever you want, I don't care." ???

deuce

the most squishable cheeks. I take no objections, I do not care ‼️ (even though certain official art might not say so) I bet he eats with a mouth full of food, it just inflates his cheeks lol.

if we have characters we call baby girl like jamil over here, we got deuce spade our resident baby boy.

probably the one that eats up all your attention even if he's embarrassed. not of you of course! but if you ever do public displays of affection he's just hyper aware of the eyes kqbsjajss.

but he likes you a lot so he just tolerates it <3

cupping his face hmm... honestly he looks like a very innocent puppy, he's watching you with those kind of eyes. curious and patient 😭 he's watching to see what you'll even do next.

he doesn't really speak. was this man even actually a delinquent before? who the hell was that cause all you know is this very endearing, shy deuce of yours.

if there was a tail it would be wagging slowly!

man the inner man is him is wrestling him rn cause where is his pride?! but the person it's fighting is his love for you so the inner man is losing lowkey 😞

"..." there is no words, just a very flustered, pleased deuce.

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trey the gentleman fr.. also ace's part is vv chaotic lamao

[diremoone]

Serenity | Pedro Pascal.

Warning(s): | Female Reader, Legal Age Gap (Pedro is current age; Reader is 22+)

Note(s): Also, I really love Pedro’s hair in this gif. And his sweater. We love cozy sweaters. And him in general. Sue me lmfao. Might turn this into a series (short stories) if I feel good enough. I’m a slow-ass writer that’s for sure lmao

****

After spending almost a year apart, with nothing but simple video calls and two, one week-long surprise trip to see him in Alberta six months apart, Pedro was more than happy to be done with filming and walking through the front door of his home.

“I’m home!” he calls out into the empty expanse of the home you both share.

You don’t answer, but Baxter does.

The Continental Giant rabbit happily hops to him to greet him home, standing on his hind legs to prop his front ones on Pedro’s leg. He loves the sweet animal almost as much as he loves you.

The man chuckles and sets his bag down, running his hands and fingers behind Baxter’s ears and across the soft coat of black fur. The massive rabbit closed it’s eyes, greedily taking in the pets and rubs from his owner’s boyfriend.

“Holy shit!”

Pedro’s hands stop rubbing the giant rabbit the moment he hears your voice. Baxter, being so tuned into the emotion in the sound of your voice, gets down and hops out of your path as you rush down the stairs and right into your boyfriend’s arms. Your laughter is contagious, and Pedro laughs along with you as he twirls you around in the air like a princess.

He sets you back down on your own two feet, but his arms never leave you. Instead, they wrap around your torso and waist even tighter as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. Pedro’s large hand cradles the back of your head, holding you steady against him. After so long being apart, being unable to cuddle or hug you, kiss you or make love to you, he was more than ready to savor his time with you, relish in your presence and the heft of your body nestled against his own.

“I missed you,” he mumbles. Pedro presses a sweet kiss on your shoulder.

“I missed you, too,” you mumble in reply.

You had missed him so much. The last year had been awful without him. You missed his warmth and cuddles. You felt… bare without him, constantly missing his touch and his warmth. After being together for as long as you have, the world felt… empty. It didn’t seem as bright without him — not as funny. Pedro’s smile always lit up the room. And while he was away, your home was dull, not as vibrant. You missed him and his jokes, his humor and his lightheartedness filling the house with jovial laughter.

“I’m never leaving home again,” he declares. You giggle as Pedro’s lips press against your cheek.

“Never?”

“Never.”

He reluctantly pulls his arms away and gives you an Eskimo kiss.

Lord, you’ve missed him so much.

“I am hungry though,” he says, hands gently grasping your biceps. “Got anything to eat?”

His stomach growled faintly, making you snort.

“What? Plane food not good enough?” you tease.

“It left much to the imagination,” he responds jokingly.

“Well, it’s not much, but there are a few bean burritos from Taco—“

“I’ll take it.”

You laugh as he barges past you and into the kitchen, Baxter eagerly hopping along, hot on his trail.

****

When midnight rolls around, he’s the one that’s awake. Even after his plane trip, he doesn’t seem to be tired. All the exhaustion and tiredness from earlier seems to have vanished.

You’re the one that’s asleep, cheek smushed against his chest. His right hand is holding your left, resting on his waist as you sleep. It was like an owner and their cat: he didn’t want to move an inch, wanting to simply watch and admire your beauty.

There wasn’t a moment Pedro didn’t miss you. Every time he’d settled into bed at night or woke up, his first thoughts were of you — of how he hated the fact you weren’t with him. Pedro missed having you next to him in bed. He missed the warmth of your arms being draped around him as you slept, tucked into his neck and snoozing away in dreamland. He missed you not-so-stealthily sneaking up on him and surprising him with back hugs.

You were such a big part of his life that he physically felt the emptiness from you not being with him.

He closed his eyes and pressed a featherlight kiss on the top of your head. He rested his cheek atop your crown, tightening his hold on you.

“…’dorable.”

Pedro snickers. “You’re awake?” He presses another kiss to your forehead.

“Gotta pee…” you mumble, digging your nose into the fabric of his sweater, not wanting to get up. “And hungry too, ‘parently.”

“Want anything specific?”

“….” You grumble. “Pizza. Totino’s.”

“The square ones on the freezer?”

“Mmhmm…”

Pedro would’ve let you lay on him longer, also not wanting to get up, but then he heard your stomach let out a loud growl. It made him snicker again. He pried you off of him gently and pulled you by your hands to your feet.

“Go to the bathroom. I’ll fix it,” he tells you.

“Fix two.” You clear your throat. “You’ll need your own.”

Sleepy as hell, you ended up being in the toilet room longer than you would’ve. By the time you came back out, the pizza was half done and Pedro had a grin on his face. He wraps his cozy-sweater arms around you and pulls you to his chest.

“Taco Bell break?”

“No…” You giggle. “Just kinda sat on the toilet until I woke up enough.”

“You do that shit way too often. What if you fall over and hit your head?”

“That’s the point. Concentration to prevent that makes me be awake.”

You stay huddled together against the island counter until the pizza finishes. The beeper makes you jump and Pedro laugh, but when he forgets the potholder and cusses, it’s your turn to laugh.

He watches as your eyes crinkle while you laugh, bending slightly to hold your stomach. Your hair falls around your cheeks, adorably accenting your face. Your laughter dies into a toothy smile, tears at the corners of your eyes. You glow. It’s not the kitchen light — the color is wrong — that shines around you. It’s something else. His eyes don’t fool him. An aura of happiness surrounds you, and Pedro swears that you’re nothing short of an angel, one that’s meant for him and him only.

He’s missed this. He’s missed you. He’s missed your laughter. He’s missed the way your eyes crinkle at the corners as you break into a fit of giggles.

“Come on, let’s eat,” you say. “I’m starving.”

“You’re always starving.”

“I know. It’s a hard knock life,” you reply in a faux depressed-like manner, making him break into laughter.

The Totino’s was pretty good. It left you warm and fuzzy and full, lulling you back into a sleepy state. Pedro’s cozy sweater you wore did nothing but add to the desire to fall asleep.

Wiping the excess cheese off into the trash with a paper towel, you put the two pizza plates next to the sink. You’d do the dishes tomorrow.

A soft grip on your bicep made you turn around. “Come on, mi amor,” he murmurs, sweetly kissing the side of your head. “Let’s get you to bed. You look very tired.”

You couldn’t argue and let your boyfriend wrap his arm around your shoulder to lead you to bed.

You looked tired enough that Pedro decided against asking you to brush your teeth, especially with the way your eyes kept shutting and your head bobbing back and forth.

He couldn’t help but wonder to himself what in the world had you done all day to make yourself so tired??

You’re asleep instantly at the moment your cheek rests on his chest, the room peaceful and quiet; the serenity of his home perfect after the noise he encountered on his way home.

Pedro’s arms wrap around you, and before he falls into slumber, he acknowledges that his life is pretty damn perfect.

[cynosfunnyjokes]

A Heart’s A Heavy Burden

Characters: Howl x Reader

Genre: Angst

Warning: None that I can think of.

Summary: Loving Howl Pendragon isn’t easy.

Word Count: 827

Summary: Not really edited or anything- I’m sure there’s mistakes all throughout but I wrote this while watching Howl’s Moving Castle for the umpteenth time lmao. No pronouns are used for the reader!

Apprenticing under Howl was such a joy- never was there a dull moment. He would brighten up the room with his smile- his laugh. It was so contagious that you and Markl couldn't fight the grins growing on your own faces.

Meeting Howl on its own was nothing but luck- you had found yourself in some trouble with the guards, their stupid remarks making you nothing but uncomfortable- and then poof, a stranger was there, whisking you away.

How strange that the random man was Howl himself- a well-known sorcerer and someone you looked up to. Of course, you nervously asked him to take you on as an apprentice, eagerly telling him about your interest in magic since you were young.

He simply laughed, smiling that bright smile everyone adored, and simply agreed to take you in.

All went well- he was a great teacher after all. Even with him being gone at random times throughout the day, you had Markl to spend time with to practice. And then there was Calcifer and his witty remarks. They never bothered you, simply jokingly throwing one back at him.

It didn't take long for feelings to grow for the mysterious sorcerer- everyone noticed it but Howl himself. Not that it was surprising.

Even Calfcifer noticed but never said about it, unlike Markl who made random remarks during the day in whispers, causing you to hide your face while the blush crept up to your ears.

Although one day, while cleaning up the firepit during the time Howl was away, Calficer clicked his tongue at you.

Raising an eyebrow, you turned your head to the burning ball of fire in front of you, silently asking him “what?”

“You really do love him, don't you?”

It was so sudden, it felt so random-

But that’s all he said. That's all he needed to say.

You were undeniably in love with Howl, and you could only hope the feelings were reciprocated. Maybe, just maybe they were.

All hope went down the drain the moment Sophie showed up. Suddenly, Howl wasn't around as much anymore- and when he was, he was with her.

It was always her. Sophie this, Sophie that.

Slowly, the feelings of sadness crept in, their sharp nails jabbing into your heart.

Is this what heartbreak felt like?

Eventually, you stopped leaving your room- opting to just study the days away instead of focusing on the pain residing in your heart.

Markl would stop by to check on you, dropping off food that would stay nothing but untouched, slowly growing cold as time passed.

Even though you appreciated Markl’s company, it didn't help that he often talked about Sophie- how cool she was. All this, all that.

It was all too much.

Howl never stopped in to talk- to check on you. Not that you expected him to. He was his own person who had his own things to do. He was a busy man after all. But still, you found yourself clinging to that hope- just to have it crushed.

Eventually, even Markl stopped popping in, choosing to set the food down on your table before retreating to Sophie.

It was fine. It was all fine. That's what you always told yourself.

But yet... Why did it hurt so much?

Pressing shaking hands against your tear-filled eyes, the only sound that could be heard was small sobs that you were trying oh so hard to muffle.

It was so unfair.

You wanted him to look at you like he does her. To experience the feeling of being wrapped in his arms, to feel his loving gaze.

But that would never happen.

There wasn't much point in staying there anymore- you refused to leave your room unless it was to quickly run to the bathroom, refused to even leave your bed unless it was necessary.

What was the point of staying there? Where the reminder of your unrequited love stayed?

It was raining outside, the soft pitter-patter of the rain on the window helping drown out any sounds that escaped you.

Bag in hand that was full of a few necessities and a small photo of you and Howl, you stopped to stare at Howl’s bedroom door for a minute.

Loving him hurt- but it wasn't something you regretted. If only things were different, maybe it would've been better. Such a false sense of hope.

Howl seemed happier with Sophie- even Calcifer and Markl were happier.

You weren't needed anymore.

So without a single thought, you turned on your heels and climbed out the hallway window to avoid Calcifer knowing.

Landing on the muddy ground below with a let thump, you looked at what used to be your home one last time, thoughts racing a thousand miles per second. You didn't want to stay and be reminded of how much happier everyone was without you.

So you left, the rain being your only company as you sobbed into the night.

[lucysarah-c]

A random thought. How would Levi react to his s/o having one of those contagious weird laugh? You know, that one laugh that sounds like a chicken, foghorn, Elmo, Windex, etc.

Hahaha, I feel like it might make Levi smile more often than not. Like, maybe if she's trying not to laugh during a meeting or something, and she does so quietly but it's still contagious, he may have to bite his lip to suppress a smile. I think he would find it rather cute.

(Gotta be honest… I'm not American, so I had to Google all those, lmao.)

Have a lovely day! This was so cute!

[lowkeyremi]

How they react when you "bro/bruh" them ft Eren, Connie, Levi, Jean.

I saw this tiktok where this girl called her bf bro and he gave her the meanest side eye lmao

CW: Language (obvi), mostly just fluff tho

Eren:

His big ass feet where near your face. You're pretty sure this clown is trying to gain your attention and it's working. Your eyes glance over at his feet again, then back to the instagram reel you were watching. Eren could hear the reels too because you have your volume all the way up.

In your peripheral you could see those toes wiggling, "Bruh, stop it."

Eren pauses, then looks you right in your eyes, emerald green meets (ur eye color) eyes, "who's 'bruh?' You know my name is Eren."

He's met with silence followed by a giggle and roll of your eyes, "then maybe I'm not talking to you. Mind your business Eren, 'Bruh' and I are trying to have a conversation."

"I'll beat his ass." Eren mutters and shoves his foot in your face. You squirm and shriek. Your efforts are useless though, his foot is right on your face.

"I'm about to beat your ass, if you don't get your big clown foot out of my face." Your words are mumbled... cuz of the foot.

"Huh? Can't hear you baby, speak u- AH." He retracts his foot and covers his face, which is turning red by the way. "You still scream like a little girl!" Eren watched as you clutched your stomach, the laughter you let out was loud and contagious, soon eren's laughing.

"I screamed because you bit my fucking foot!" He said in fits of laughter, he was half frowning, trying to be upset but it wasn't working.

"Listen here, bruh. I didn't even bite that hard." Eren's off the couch in seconds and he picks you up by your feet. You're upside down, screaming no less. "Put me down! I have a boyfriend!!"

You feel Eren's sharp canines on your foot, he bites hard.

Your scream is mixed with shortened laughter, you can't help it, "unhand me you weirdo."

He smirks but you can't see it, "if you say so." Eren releases your feet and you drop to the ground. Eren hears the thump of your head hitting the hard floor.

"Owww Eren, fuck you." You whine holding your head.

"You said to let go." His smile is malicious and undeniably huge.

"I hate you." Your pout grows and your head is throbbing.

"I love you too," he kisses your head where he dropped you.

Connie:

"Yeah, seriously. I would never let anyone talk to me like that." You say to your friend over the phone. You've been talking to her for maybe two hours? She's your bestie after all. Connie sneaks into the kitchen while you're finishing up lunch to take a little sample.

He grabs a biscuit off of the pan and tries to sneak out. Yeah he's on the shorter side, but he's bulky. So, you see him try to get away.

"Bro, stop! I just got those out." Connie pauses, stands to full height, with bread in his mouth.

"I'll call you back, yeah.. it's Connie." She hangs up and you set your phone down. Connie watches as you place your hand on your hip.

"Two minutes, all you had to do was wait two minutes." The small smile on your lips gives him everything he needs to know. You're not mad, but you're trying to be and failing.

"Sorry, Mami." He leaves the kitchen with a big smile on his face.

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A few days have passes since then and it's been pretty normal up until today.

Connie didn't do the dishes...

"Constance Springer, get up and come do these dishes." There was strictness in your voice, he froze up for a second before relaxing.

"Bro stop! I'm playing my game." He mimicked your voice from the other day.

"Excuse you? I'm not your bro." You scoff.

"Mami, I was copying you, you called me 'bro' the other day. I was just kidding. I'll go do the dishes right now." His voice is soft as he turns of his game. He walks over to you and kisses you all over your face.

"Damn right you better do those dishes." Once again he can tell you're not mad.. but you're trying to be.

"Love you, pretty." He smiles.

"I guess I love your bald-headed ass, too." He gasps dramatically when you cross your arms.

Levi:

The hot chocolate you have isn't doing it, the chill still gets to you. Even with the fireplace going, you're still so cold. Your heater is broken and Levi waited until the last second to fix it. Winter has made its way into your little town and it is not kind. The winds have kept you inside, wishing that spring would come around even though winter just barely started.

You wanted to hire someone to come fix it, but your husband told you he was capable. Plus there are probably many people in the same situation as you who don't have a very capable Levi to fix their heater.

His words not yours. Right as you take a sip of your hot chocolate, the door opens to reveal Levi in his black parka. "I fixed it, come look outside, it's snowing."

You turn around to face him. "Bro, are you serious? I am not going out there." Levi hears you scoff and settle back into the couch.

"Who the hell is your "bro"? I didn't marry my fucking sister, hell I don't even have one. So don't call me bro." There's no real heat behind his words. He always gets like that when you call him bro.

"Calm the fuck down, it's an expression. We'll go outside later but you're literally shivering. I'll make you some hot chocolate. Go turn the heater on." You stand up, shivering yourself. Those trained eyes watch as you walk over to him and give him a quick peck on the lips.

"I think I deserve more than that for fixing the heater." He grabs your wrist.

"Um, no you don't. It doesn't count when you wait last fucking second to do it. If you want a real kiss, this house better be warm in the next hour." You yank your wrist out of his soft grip and walk to the kitchen to grab a mug for Levi.

"Fucking stupid." He mumbled.

"I heard that you dumbass." You yell from the kitchen, a silent chuckle following in pursuit.

"Good for you, idiot. I love you." The last part was mumbled softly.

"I love you too, my grumpy husband."

Jean:

"Dude I can't," he clicks his tongue, you're in his lap, snuggling him. "I told you already that I'm hanging out with my girlfriend today."

You can slightly hear Connie over the phone sighing and trying to come up with an excuse to get Jean out.

"We literally went out for food yesterday, shut up." Jean sighs, squeezing your thigh with a weary smile. You nod back because he remembered his promise 'Tomorrow baby I promise, we'll spend some time together.'

"Whatever man, I was gonna tell you mi madre is making her famous mofongo and I know you like that so I just wanted to let you know." Connie says this knowing he has your boyfriend in a tight spot.

"What?! Why didn't you say so? Save me some dude, but I can't come." Jean is holding strong.

You sigh deeply, "Bruh.. you know what? Go ahead, I don't care."

"No, I'm staying with you." He argues, "and don't bruh me, it's baby or my love to you."

"Okay, bro." Jean glares at you and you two have an intense staring contest for like three minutes.

"I win!" You smile.

"Just bring your girl, my mom loves her. Problem solved." Connie's tone says it all, he thinks it's the obvious answer.

"You don't understand. I promised her alone time, I'm always dragging her around everywhere." Jean tries to cuddle you and you get up off the couch to walk away.

Within a second his phone is on the couch and he moves to pick you up bridal style. "A promise is a promise, wanna watch a movie?"

"I want mofongo, so you better go and get some and bring it back." You say rolling your eyes and hopping out of his arms.

"It'll be quick, 15 minutes. I'll see if his mom has to-go boxes." He says kissing your forehead.

"Okay be safe, bro." His face turns into a pout, "Stop that."

"I'll think about it bro."

[thrillered]

"You Know I Mountain Dew It For Ya" | Spencer Agnew x Reader | Pt. 14

Part 14: The Date

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“That’s SO good, wait.” You laughed. Courtney was testing a new TNTL bit with you, explaining the props and joke. “I think that would kill either Amanda or Trevor.” 

“You think so? I wasn’t completely sure the joke made sense to anyone but me.” 

“If you don’t do it I swear that I will.” You laughed, high fiving Courtney before heading back to your desk. 

Your day had been great so far. You filmed a beopordy and had a meeting about an upcoming character based games video. Everyone loved the character pitches you gave, boosting your confidence a little higher all day. 

Your date with Spencer was tonight. You thought you would be more nervous but so far you only felt excitement and positivity. Everyone could tell you were absolutely giddy, the energy radiating off of you was contagious. 

You felt like you were bouncing off the walls, every time you saw Spencer you both were blushing messes. 

—

Everyone broke for lunch, giving you the opportunity to spend some more relaxed time with Spencer. 

“Hey,” You began, sitting next to Spencer with your plate of food. 

“Hi beautiful.” He responded, earning a swat to his arm as you blushed. 

“What’s the rest of your day lookin’ like?” You asked, beginning to eat. 

“I’ve got another meeting then we’re shooting a games video and a Shayne guesses. Oh! Which reminds me, would you be able to fill in for Court in the video? They got a bad migraine and their medication isn’t helping so they went home.” 

“Yeah of course, anything for you and Court.” you smiled, happy to help and happy to film. The rest of your day was writing and sitting in on the Shayne Guesses video so you were glad to have a little more excitement. 

“You’re the best.” He grinned, placing his hand on your knee and squeezing it gently. 

The rest of lunch went by peacefully, people coming and going from your table to talk and hang out before making their way elsewhere. You and Spencer went your separate ways, him reminding you that games filming was in an hour, leaving you with a gentle hug. 

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You managed to get a good start to a sketch, outlining it and creating a rough draft before you left to film. You walked into the sound stage and got mic’d, excited to film. Mario Party was up on the TV so you prepared yourself to do a ‘don’t win’. 

The video began, everyone being introduced– Shayne, Trevor, Angela, and yourself. You were about to begin when Spencer interrupted, making it known that it was actually ‘WIN mario party’. 

You were on a team with Angela while Shayne and Trevor were together. 

“Okat this isn’t fair!” You and Angela complained. “Shayne and Trevor and the 2nd and 3rd nerdiest losers I know! And Angela doesn’t even have her glasses!” 

“I don’t even have my glasses!” Angela mirrored. 

“Okay… one: Rude.” Shayne began. “Two: who’s which?” 

“Trevors number two and Shayne's number three.” You explained, like it was obvious. 

“Wait who’s number one?” Angela asked. 

“He’s right behind that camera.” You laughed, gesturing to Spencer.

This made everyone laugh, knowing it was probably 100% true. Spencer got up and walked behind the couch, kneeling to speak directly into your ear, “Hey so never say that shit ever again.” 

Trevor, who was sitting next to you, laughed so hard he started choking. 

“Frankly… that’s accurate.” He laughed when he made it back behind the screen. 

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“No this is actually insane!” You exclaimed, after another win for you and Ange. “I take back what I said, maybe me and Ange are actually the best gamers here.” 

Angela high-fived you, emitting a screech with it before pulling you into a bro-hug. 

“Okaaay… that’s enough.” Trevor laughed. “I will not let my good gamer name be besmirched.” 

“Oh shut the hell up.” Angela interjected. 

You strategized with Angela to make it to the star seeing that you could both earn double stars. “It’s so over for you guys,” You began, watching your character move across the screen. “I literally freaking got your asses, Im literally- i’m literally getting so many stars and you will never have as many stars as me.” You said seriously, in a low monotone voiced bit. 

—

“You know what I’m thinking about?” You asked, playing the final round of Mario Party. “Spencer in Gentleman’s don’t win. That shit was so stupid.” 

“You’re literally obsessed with me.” Spencer commented from off camera. You immediately stood up, acting like you were going to step up to him. 

“I’m just kidding!” He backtracked, “It’s actually the opposite! I’m obsessed with you, not the other way around!” 

“Yeah that’s right.” You and Spencer laughed, knowing he was actually telling the truth. 

The rest of the shoot you could feel Spencer’s lovestruck gaze against you, sneaking glances when the game allowed. 

—

“Alright thank you guys for joining us! Me and Ange have proven, once and for all, that we are the best gamers in the office so don’t forget to subscribe and press the bell to be notified when me and Angela win another game and these dorks LOSE!” You outro’d, everyone saying bye before you cut. 

“Alright we have a half hour break before we shoot Shayne Guesses!” Alex announced. 

You were talking with Trevor as you both walked out of the stage, heading towards your desks. You finished your conversation and parted ways, heading to your desk and sitting to continue writing. 

You spent a few minutes writing, engrossed in the document, before a mug was placed before you. “What-,”

“Hi Y/N” Spencer said, pulling a chair next to you. “You always have tea around this time.” He continued, noticing your slightly confused face. 

“Thank you Spence,” You smiled, feeling warm. 

“How's the writing going?” He asked, leaning into you slightly to scan over your screen. 

“Pretty good I think. It’s not super fleshed out but so far I’m really proud of it.” 

Spencer’s phone buzzed, signaling he was needed for filming. “You’ll have to let me read it when it’s done.” He stood with this, grabbing your laptop and holding a hand to you. “Let’s go film Shayne Guesses.” 

You grabbed his hand, blushing as you walked together to the set, feeling him squeeze your hand every so often. 

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“This drawing is so awesome.” Shayne laughed, staring at your drawing on the screen. You were trying to keep a poker face, almost breaking when Spencer looked around the room and landed on you. “If I hadn’t already guessed Courtney I might have guessed them… This could be someone from art.. But I’ve already guessed most of them.” 

You had drawn him doing the middle splits, using one of his instagram posts as inspiration. 

Shayne was looking around the room, trying to decide from reactions who drew it. You were sitting closer to the back, your laptop on your raised knees to shield your face slightly. 

“This could be you Spencer.” He remarked to Spence who was next to him. 

“Honestly, that is really flattering.” 

“Well now it doesn’t seem like its you… I- I don’t know though so I’m just gonna guess you.” Shayne decided, bracing himself before changing the slide. “Y/N!?” 

The room cheered, Spencer waving for you to come over and say something. 

“You said you never thought you’d be able to do this splits so I thought maybe this would inspire you or like, you could put it on your vision board.” You joked, your hand on his shoulder as you leaned into frame. 

“I really thought I was gonna get you! My streak of always guessing you is lost now! This drawing is so sick tho, thank you.” 

“A comedian, actress, musician.. Now an artist? What can’t she do?” Spencer jested. 

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Your day had been incredible. You had felt just excitement all day but now that you were at home, alone, you were anxious as all get out. 

Spencer was supposed to pick you up in 10 minutes. You had been ready for about 40 minutes, scared you would be late or mess up your makeup. Now you were sat at your kitchen island, facing the door, trying to will Spencer behind it. It felt like hours had passed of you waiting but every time you checked your phone only a minute had passed. 

Finally there was a knock at the door. You were immediately able to tell it was Spencer. Even though you were anticipating his arrival you'd be able to recognize his knock anywhere; something so menial, but a detail you’d never want to forget. 

You were greeted with a stunning bouquet of flowers upon opening the door. A smile shooting across your features as you saw Spencer. He was wearing a casual suit, with his glasses and his hair perfectly styled. 

“Oh my gosh, they're beautiful.” you cooed, taking them from Spencer before inviting him inside while you found a vase and a home for the flowers. 

“Not as beautiful as you.” Spencer teased. 

“That's so corny.” 

“But it's true. You look… just wow…” Spencer breathed, taking in your appearance. “I don’t think there’s a word in any language, old and new, to properly describe you. Not just your incredible beauty, but also your dazzling mind. I feel so lucky to have the honor of taking you out.” 

You laughed and blushed at his antics, smiling as he held you an arms length away to look at you. You were wearing a deep blue silk midi dress and black heels. You weren’t sure how nice to dress and thought you may have overdressed but seeing Spencer's dark blue suit match your dress perfectly eased any nerves you had. 

“Okay stop being a dork, take me out.” You joked, excited for the night. 

He laughed with you, placing a sweet kiss on your lips before taking your hand and guiding you out of your apartment. 

—

Spencer helped you out of the car, the Griffith Observatory in front of you. He gave his keys to the valet and was back at your side. 

“Spencer what is this?” You asked, in awe of the beautifully lit area, framed by stars. 

“I know how you love LaLa Land and heard about an event and snagged some last minute tickets.” He explained.

“This is incredible.” 

“This is just the beginning.” Spencer noted. “Come on, let’s go inside.”

[lxvvie]

On today's episode of Pranks R Us: It's that time of the year when we're inundated with Christmas carols and movies. All. Damn. Day. Hallmark. Here's a scenario for you: How would your faves react to you purposely, horrendously serenading them with Christmas songs that... they don't like? 😊

Capt. John Price - He's nursing his cuppa because he knows for a fact that the boys put you up to this. He feels it in his bone marrow for Christ's sake. Price likes to think he's smiling behind the mug but his cheeks are hurting a bit too much for it to be genuine which really means he's gonna give the rest of 141 hell when he sees them the next time.

Gaz - Went from raising a brow to his cheeks being puffed the hell out because he's trying his best not to laugh in your face. When you're done, you have the biggest shit-eating grin... which devolves into laughter from both you and him. Tears are rolling down your eyes and he's clutching his stomach. God, he loves you, darling.

Soap - Soap is currently the Soapurrito™ with Whiskey (referencing this post) when you decide to randomly serenade them both. Not only do you have Soap looking confused but the dog keeps tilting his head as well, too. Then you hit that one note and they tilted their head at the same damn time and you just fell out laughing.

Ghost - (Referencing this post) Ghost was having a smoke and knit session and then you barged in and began singing. Not only did you sing the absolute worst fucking Christmas song to ever exist to him but you decided to channel your inner Luciano Pavarotti and make it classical for him. You thought you ate that shit but Ghost was staring at you in Say Sike, Mate the entire time while still knitting. You winked and blew him a kiss and if 'Why are we here? Just to suffer?' was a person.

Roach - He, like Price, was smiling a bit too brightly which means that he's crying on the inside. The one who gets up and gives you that reassuring squeeze because you got the spirit. Not everyone is meant to be a singer but he thanks you and revels in the holiday cheer! ❤️

Alex Keller - Was watching TV and not really paying attention to it and then BAM, you popped up! The more you sing, the more you realize his thighs are slowly but surely closing together and LIKE HELL YOU'LL CLOSE SHUT THE JAWS OF SWEET KELLER LOVIN', ALEX.

Alejandro - Alejandro looked up from his work, leaned back in his chair, and just stared at you with a furrowed brow. Rudy and the others are in earshot and are quietly, collectively laughing their asses off. You actually do a couple songs (per the bet) and Alejandro... has a stiff drink in the meantime lmao.

Rudy - Actually does laugh in your face, even though it's Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Apologizes while laughing in your face. Because laughter is contagious, however, you, too, start laughing.

König - König gets incredibly excited because Schatz, he didn't know you liked to sing horribly! And when you're done, he, too, chooses to serenade you, and holy shit, König actually can sing!

Horangi - Horangi has the most deadpan expression on his face. He's the one that promises you you can sit on his face all day long if you'll promise him to never sing again stop singing.

Graves - Graves was on a conference call with the boys when you busted in and started singing. The entire time, he's rocking the Zoolander grimace and when you're done, you hear someone give their best Simon Cowell impersonation and then it turns into Shadow Company's Got Talent and you're being judged. 'A' for Ass effort, darlin'.

Valeria - The one who rolls her eyes and massages her temple. May or may not put your ass on the couch tonight for this. Or, better yet, you wanna sing? Put your mouth to good use and sing on her pu—

Keegan - Is the epitome of lost as hell. Keegan is the one grimacing with every high note you, er, try to hit. He can't even bring himself to smile but his eyes are somewhat comically wide, made more so after you kiss his cheek, take the piss out of him, and ask him how you did.

[ducktoo]

Syncing Dream [Aespa x M!Reader]

35. Awkward asf

Note: We ain’t ending this without one last comedy.

Masterlist here

(Ok, somehow I found the perfect frame for this chapter lmao)

It was a few mornings after their trip to Sokcho, and the dorm buzzed with a strange, anticipatory energy. Y/n and Winter had decided it was finally time to break the news to the rest of the girls—they were officially a couple. The thought was both nerve-wracking and exciting, especially with how close-knit the group had become. But, in the end, honesty felt like the best policy, and they wanted everyone on the same page.

Y/n and Winter stood side by side in the living room, their hands clasped tightly together. Across from them, Karina, Giselle, and Ningning were perched on the couch, eyes wide with anticipation. The room felt charged, like a bomb about to go off—but in the fun, chaotic way they were all too familiar with.

Y/n cleared his throat, feeling the nerves bubble up. “So, uh, Jeongie and I… have something to tell you.”

Winter noticed how tense Y/n was and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. She stepped up, her voice calm but excited. “We’re dating.”

For a moment, the room went completely silent. Y/n braced himself for a barrage of questions, maybe some teasing or even heartfelt congratulations. But of course, with these girls, nothing ever went the way he expected.

"FINALLY!!" Giselle groaned. "I was waiting when the hell you guys gonna tell us."

"I'm with her." Karina pointed. "It's not even a surprise. You asked for our permission, Y/n."

"Wait, you did?" Winter turned to Y/n, who gave her a sheepish nod.

Ningning shot up from the couch like she’d been waiting her whole life for this moment. “Oh my god, it’s like a K-drama plot twist!”

“Well it’s not really a twist-“ Giselle pointed out.

“Whatever, We need to act this out!” She immediately grabbed Karina by the arm, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Karina-unnie, you’re the disapproving mom. I’ll be the overprotective sister. And Giselle-unnie, you’re… um, you can be the nosy neighbor.”

Giselle blinked in confusion. “Why am I always the random character?”

Ningning waved her off. “Just roll with it. We have a scene to perform!” She quickly pushed Karina forward, who immediately got into character, crossing her arms with an exaggeratedly stern expression.

"Action!"

“Jung Y/n,” Karina began, her voice dripping with mock authority, “you think you can waltz in here and date my precious daughter? Not without proving your worth!”

Y/n rubbed his temples, already feeling the embarrassment creeping up. “Aish, come on…”

But Karina was already committed. She jabbed a finger at Y/n, eyes narrowing dramatically. “You better promise me one thing: never, ever hurt my daughter’s heart!”

Winter covered her face, half mortified, half amused. “This is so unnecessary.”

Ningning wasn’t finished yet. She stepped forward, her expression overly dramatic, clutching Giselle’s arm. “As the concerned sister, I must protect my family! What are your intentions, huh? Are you here for love, or just because you like free food and a warm place to sleep?”

“…wait that sounds kinda go-“ Y/n interjected.

“Don’t fcking ruin it again!” Ningning exploded. “Action!”

Karina pretended to sob into Giselle’s shoulder. “My sweet baby Winter… leaving us for a man who…has a very nice ex who is also our fan….and also dances awkwardly in front of the mirror when he thinks no one’s watching.”

"Ok that is mean." Y/n’s face turned red. “And that was one time!”

Winter was laughing so hard she could barely stand. “Unnie, stop! You’re making it sound like I’m moving out of the dorm!”

Y/n, catching the contagious energy, decided to join in instead of fighting against it. He took a deep breath, trying to keep a straight face, and dropped to one knee. “I swear on my life,” he declared with a flourish, playing along to the fullest. “I promise to protect Winter’s smile and make sure she’s never without her favorite snacks.”

Karina pretended to dab her eyes with an invisible tissue, clearly enjoying herself. “Oh, my sweet daughter… you’ve found someone who understands you.”

Giselle couldn’t help but laugh, finally joining in the impromptu performance. “Well, if he’s willing to keep you fed, I guess we can approve.”

Ningning, in a grand, melodramatic fashion, put her hand over her heart and sniffled. “Then I guess there’s nothing more to say. Welcome to the family, Y/n.”

Y/n stood up, trying his best to match their enthusiasm. “Thank you, thank you. I promise to keep her bougee ramen stash stocked and her coffee order memorized.”

Winter, laughing until tears formed in her eyes, gave him a playful push. “You’re ridiculous, idiot.”

Karina gave a mock-serious nod. “Just remember, one wrong move, and you’re out of the family.”

"Yes, ma'am." Y/n saluted.

With the dramatic performance over, the girls finally broke character, bursting into genuine laughter. Karina, still catching her breath, gave Y/n a light punch on the arm. “We’re just messing with you. Seriously though, we’re happy for you both. Just be good to each other.”

Y/n smiled, feeling a warmth spread through him. “We will. Thanks, guys.”

Winter, her smile radiant, leaned into him slightly. “Yeah, we’ve got this.”

Ningning, ever the tease, smirked. “You better. And remember, if this relationship turns into one of those on-again, off-again dramas, we’ll be right here with the popcorn.”

Karina nodded sagely. “We support love, but stupidity is a close second.”

Y/n and Winter exchanged a look—half exasperation, half amusement. They might have just made their big announcement, but this was just the beginning of another chapter filled with fun, teasing, and endless antics.

Which will happen sooner than they expected.

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It was another slow morning at the dorm, but not without the usual hum of life. Y/n shuffled out of his room, bleary-eyed and looking like he hadn’t quite woken up yet. Winter was already in the kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee and scrolling through her phone. She glanced up when she heard him, flashing a small, shy smile that made him feel warm and awkward all at once.

“Morning,” Winter mumbled, her voice soft.

Y/n nodded, trying to act casual but feeling his heart race just from the sight of her. “Morning.”

Karina, Giselle, and Ningning were already camped out on the couch, but instead of their usual breakfast routine, they were settled in as if they were about to watch the season finale of their favorite show. Karina was munching on popcorn (true to what they said), Giselle had her phone out like she was ready to record, and Ningning was sprawled comfortably, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“Ah, yes, another episode of Love Signal” Karina announced dramatically, pointing at Y/n and Winter. “Starring the two people who can’t even make eye contact for more than five seconds!”

Giselle pretended to wipe away a tear. “It’s so beautiful. I’ve never seen a slow burn this slow.”

Ningning, feigning a serious tone, nodded. “Honestly, I give it five stars. The tension, the stolen glances, the utter inability to have a normal conversation—it’s giving gold.”

Y/n shot them a look, half-annoyed, half-amused. “Ya, do you guys ever stop?”

Karina shrugged, tossing a piece of popcorn in her mouth. “Not when there’s quality content like this. Besides, you guys are better than any K-drama.”

Winter hid her face in her coffee cup, trying to stifle her laughter. “You’re all so annoying.”

Giselle leaned forward, grinning like she was interviewing the lead actors. “Tell us, Minjeong, how does it feel to be in the most painfully awkward relationship known to man?”

Winter rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the blush on her cheeks. “I don’t know, maybe you should ask him,” she replied, nudging Y/n playfully.

"…you did not just." Y/n gasped.

"Deal with it." Winter smiled before sipping her coffee.

Y/n scratched the back of his neck, feeling every bit of the attention. “Look, we’re just... adjusting, okay? Not everyone moves at the speed of light like you three.”

“Oh, we know,” Ningning said, smirking. “But watching you two fumble through this is the highlight of our mornings.”

-

As the group settled down for breakfast, Karina, Giselle, and Ningning continued their live commentary, turning the kitchen into an impromptu set for their make-believe rom-com.

Winter and Y/n ended up side by side at the counter, reaching for the coffee pot at the same time. Their hands brushed briefly, and they both pulled back like they’d been electrocuted. The three girls watching burst into a chorus of “oooohs” like a studio audience reacting to a major plot twist.

“Did you see that? The classic accidental touch!” Karina exclaimed, her eyes wide with mock amazement. “I thought those only happened in movies.”

Giselle snickered, pretending to be a director. “Cue the dramatic background music and slow-motion replay.”

While Ningning was busy singing her classic OST, Y/n grabbed his coffee, trying to focus on anything but the teasing trio. “You guys are enjoying this way too much.”

Winter nudged Y/n with her elbow, half-embarrassed and half-laughing. “Just ignore them. They’re all drama queens.”

Giselle put a hand to her chest, feigning hurt. “We’re not drama queens, Jeong. We’re drama connoisseurs. And you two are serving up the finest material.”

Ningning took a sip of her juice, looking between Y/n and Winter like she was analyzing every frame of a movie. “Honestly, I’m just waiting for the scene where you guys finally figure out how to act normal around each other.”

Winter groaned, but her smile betrayed her. “Can we please stop talking about us?”

“Not a chance,” Karina said, grinning. “This is way more interesting than whatever else we could be doing today.”

-

After breakfast, the teasing didn’t let up. Y/n and Winter found themselves the subjects of endless commentary, every little interaction blown out of proportion by the other three. At one point, Karina decided it was time for an intervention.

“Alright, team meeting!” Karina clapped her hands, gathering everyone in the living room. Y/n and Winter exchanged confused looks but followed the others.

Karina, Giselle, and Ningning stood in front of them like coaches preparing their players for the big game. Karina crossed her arms, a playful smirk on her face. “We’re here to help you guys. Clearly, you need it.”

Y/n sighed, exasperated but amused. “Help us with what?”

“With this,” Giselle gestured between him and Winter. “Look, it’s cute and all, but the awkwardness is off the charts. You guys need to chill.”

Ningning nodded, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “Like, just pretend we’re not here. Or better yet, pretend you’re on a deserted island with no judgmental eyes.”

Karina pointed at Winter. “Winter, you’ve known Y/n for how long? Don’t overthink it. And Y/n, just... be yourself. You don’t have to act all stiff and awkward.”

Winter sighed, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “I know, but it’s just... new. It’s not like I’m trying to be weird.”

Y/n nodded, looking at the girls gratefully. “Yeah, I get it. We’re just figuring things out.”

Giselle clapped her hands once. “Exactly. And that’s what friends are for. To make fun of you until you sort your feelings out.”

Ningning laughed, patting Y/n on the shoulder. “Seriously, though. We’ve got your back. No matter how cringe you two are.”

Winter giggled, feeling a little less tense. “Thanks, guys. I know we’re being ridiculous.”

Karina winked. “You’re welcome. Now, can we get to practice and not have this feel like a cheesy rom-com for once?”

"Yes, mom." The couple sighed.

-

The morning after their little intervention, Y/n woke up with renewed determination. If his problem was being too stiff and awkward around Winter, then he was going to tackle it head-on.

And what better way to do that than to go completely out of character?

The girls had asked for less awkward, and Y/n was about to give them just that—maybe a little more than they bargained for.

As he walked into the living room, he spotted Winter curled up on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She looked up and greeted him with a soft smile, and for a moment, Y/n felt that familiar pang of nervousness. But then he remembered the teasing from yesterday and Karina’s words echoing in his mind:

“Just be yourself”

Well, if “himself” was a little too awkward for everyone, then why not dial it up?

Y/n casually walked up to Winter, sitting down a little closer than usual. Winter glanced at him, a bit surprised but not uncomfortable. “Morning, Jeong” she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Morning,” Y/n replied, putting his arm around the back of the couch—right behind Winter. It was subtle but noticeable, and the way Winter’s eyes widened slightly was enough to make his heart flutter. She didn’t pull away, though, which was a good sign.

But Y/n wasn’t stopping there. He was on a mission. Heck, he had the whole bucket list ready.

-

The first real test of Y/n’s new strategy came during breakfast. The five of them were gathered around the dining table, with Karina and Giselle already diving into their meal. Ningning, always keenly observant, noticed the slight shift in Y/n’s demeanor immediately.

“Oh? What’s this?” Ningning said with a smirk, her eyes darting between Y/n and Winter. “Did someone have a personality transplant overnight?”

Winter looked confused, but before she could ask, Y/n leaned over and casually grabbed her chopsticks for her, handing them over with a smile. “Here you go, hon,” he said, the words rolling off his tongue so naturally that even he was impressed with himself.

Winter blinked, momentarily stunned. She took the chopsticks, her cheeks turning a shade of pink. “Uh, thanks?”

The table fell silent, but only for a moment before Karina started choking on her food, and Giselle’s jaw dropped in disbelief. Ningning looked like she had just won the lottery, her grin spreading from ear to ear.

“Wow, that’s... new,” Karina said, fanning herself with a napkin. “Did you just call her ‘hon’? Are we in a parallel universe?”

Giselle snickered, nudging Ningning. “Looks like our little intervention worked, but I didn’t think he’d take it this far.”

Winter, still processing, glanced sideways at Y/n, her face burning. She wasn’t used to this side of him—the side that wasn’t fumbling or nervous. It was... kind of sweet. But also really confusing. “You’re, um... in a good mood today,” she managed, trying not to stutter.

Y/n just shrugged, taking a bite of his food with a confident smile. “Nah, you just look really cute.”

Everyone squealed.

-

The morning continued with a series of small, but increasingly bold gestures. Y/n seemed to have taken every rom-com scene he’d ever seen and decided to reenact them. When they were heading out to practice, he reached for Winter’s hand, intertwining their fingers as they walked to the car. Winter almost tripped over her own feet, not expecting the sudden affection.

“Okay, what is going on?” she finally blurted out as they reached the car. Her voice was half-laughing, half-flustered. “Did someone dare you to do this?”

Y/n gave her a cheeky smile. “Nope, just thought it’d be nice. Don’t you like it?”

Winter bit her lip, looking down at their hands. “I do, it’s just... you’re not usually like this.”

“True,” Y/n said, his thumb brushing lightly against the back of her hand. “But, the girls said I should loosen up, right?”

Winter giggled, unable to hold back her smile. “This is definitely... loose.”

"You like it?" Y/n asked. "Or is it too much?"

Winter could only look elsewhere, a tint of blush formed on her cheeks. "…well, it's not so bad."

Her list of romcom drama said otherwise.

Meanwhile, Karina, Giselle, and Ningning were walking a few steps behind, witnessing the entire display. Ningning was practically vibrating with excitement, Karina was trying not to burst into laughter, and Giselle was already writing a mental list of all the jokes she was going to make later.

-

During practice, Y/n kept his new “strategy” going. Every little break was an opportunity for him to either drape an arm around Winter’s shoulder, ruffle her hair playfully, or sneak her snacks when the others weren’t looking. Winter was in a constant state of flustered disbelief, not sure whether to laugh or melt from the unexpected affection.

The girls, of course, were loving every second. They’d egg Y/n on with comments like “Aww, so sweet!” or “Look at these lovebirds!” while Winter’s face would grow redder with each passing minute.

During a break, Giselle finally couldn’t hold back any longer. She approached Y/n with an exaggeratedly serious look on her face. “Alright, spill. Who paid you to act like the ultimate rom-com boyfriend today?”

Y/n just grinned, leaning back casually. “No one. Just thought it was time to up my game. You know, since everyone kept saying I was too stiff.”

Karina clapped her hands in delight. “Well, this is definitely not what I expected, but I’m here for it.”

Ningning, still grinning like a Cheshire cat, nudged Winter. “So, how are you enjoying this new and improved Y/n-oppa? I gotta say, I didn’t see this coming.”

Winter glanced at Y/n, her expression a mix of embarrassment and amusement. “It’s... a lot,” she admitted, though there was no denying the smile that crept onto her face. “But I think I could get used to it.”

-

The day went on with Y/n’s PDA antics continuing to keep everyone entertained. When practice finally wrapped up, and they were all back at the dorm, Y/n decided to end the day with a grand finale. They were lounging around, watching TV, and Winter was sitting next to him—closer than usual, thanks to Y/n’s persistent nudging.

But then it escalated. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his side like they’d been glued together for years.

Winter blinked, clearly surprised, her cheeks flushing pink. “Uh, Y/n?”

He just grinned. “What? Can’t a guy show some affection for his girlfriend?”

Karina, who had been sitting nearby, practically choked on her water. "Damn, Y/n really is going all out, huh?”

Ningning stared, her eyes wide with disbelief. “At this point, you are definitely being dared by someone. Spill it!”

Y/n shot them a smirk, his confidence rising. “You guys said I was too stiff and awkward, right? Well, here you go.”

Winter’s face turned redder by the second, her eyes darting between Y/n and the others. “You—what are you doing?” she whispered, trying to hold back a giggle.

“I’m just being a supportive boyfriend,” Y/n said with a wink, squeezing her shoulders slightly. “Isn’t this what couples do?”

Giselle couldn’t hold back a cackle. “Good job, Jung Y/n! I'm proud of you!”

Ningning clapped her hands in amusement. “Wait, wait! I need to get my phone. We’re documenting this.”

Y/n wasn’t done yet. He leaned in closer, resting his head on Winter’s, his face inches from hers. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered,” he whispered, loud enough for the others to hear.

Winter swatted at him, laughing nervously. “Oh my God, stop! They’re watching!”

Karina couldn’t take it anymore. She burst out laughing. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe this! Y/n, who are you right now?”

Y/n knew the teasing wouldn’t stop unless he went all in. He had to fully commit to his plan.

With everyone’s eyes on him, he stood up dramatically, pulling Winter along with him. The girls watched, their jaws practically on the floor, as Y/n cupped Winter’s face in his hands.

“Alright,” Y/n said, grinning at Winter, “Jeong, love ya.”

Winter’s eyes widened, a mix of shock and excitement flashing across her face. “What are you—”

Before she could finish, Y/n leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, in front of everyone.

The room went dead silent for a split second before chaos erupted.

Ningning shrieked, throwing a pillow at them. “OH MY FCKING GOD!”

Karina and Giselle both squealed, covering their faces with their hands like they couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

Winter, completely thrown off, melted into the kiss for a brief moment before pulling back, her face the color of a tomato. “You... you...”

Y/n flashed her a proud smile, his confidence riding high. “What? You liked it.”

Winter stood there, speechless, her heart racing. But she couldn’t stop the shy smile that crept onto her face.

Ningning was the first to recover. She bolted up from the couch, running over to Y/n and Winter with wide eyes. “Did that just happen? Are we still in the same universe?”

Karina was still in shock. “I need to sit down. I... I wasn’t ready for that.”

Giselle waved her arms dramatically. “This is the kind of development I never expected. Y/n just went from zero to one hundred in, like, five minutes!”

Winter, still blushing furiously, covered her face with her hands. “I can’t believe you did that!”

Y/n just shrugged, looking completely unbothered. “What? You guys told me to stop being awkward. So, I did. This is the consequence of your demands.”

The teasing trio erupted in laughter again, playfully hitting Y/n on the arm. “You really took it to heart, didn’t you?” Karina said, shaking her head.

Winter peeked through her fingers, giving Y/n a look that was somewhere between embarrassed and impressed. “You’re ridiculous,” she mumbled.

Y/n leaned in, whispering so only she could hear, “But you like it.”

Winter playfully shoved him away, trying to fight back a grin. “Shut up.”

As the laughter died down, Y/n and Winter found themselves sharing a private, knowing smile. Even when their labels changed, the familiarity and comfort between them remained unchanged..with some developments.

Giselle threw an arm around both of them, breaking the moment. “Well, congrats, guys. You’ve officially leveled up as a couple.”

Ningning gave them a thumbs-up. “This is content gold.”

Karina leaned back with a smirk. “We’re never going to let you live this down, just so you know.”

Y/n just smiled, pulling Winter closer once again. “That’s fine. I think it'll be fun.”

[earthry]

projecting my desire for a healthy and realistic introduction to intimacy on to copia. and also wanting someone that respects my boundaries and is willing to take things at my pace. projecting that too lmao. a little spicy but like. more about the experience than the act.

For how much of a sexual deviant Copia boasts he is, he surprisingly takes things slow with you. Sure, he may not be Terzo-level of whore but mans sure does fuck a lot.

With you however, he takes it at your pace and always checks in with you. “Is this okay, tersoro? Let me know if you need space, si?”

It takes a few months for you to warm up to the idea of intimacy, and the first time it happens there is definitely no penetration involved. Not for your first time. 

Instead, he lets you explore his body and your own— licking his lips as he watches you touch yourself. He touches you too, and you find yourself just a little ticklish and embarrassed at the same time, unable to help the nervous giggles as his hands travel down your body. 

Your laugh is contagious and he chuckles a little. Sex is supposed to be fun, you remind yourself. To be honest, you feel like you’re not really sensitive at all, and while you can definitely feel tingles of pleasure as he begins to stroke you, you’re not quite sure if this is what it’s meant to feel like.

It's a little quiet for a while and after about five minutes, you whisper to him: “Am I supposed to like… come now?”

He pauses and then you both kind of lose it, dissolving into laughter. In between wheezes, he tells you, “No, probably not so quickly. It takes some time, sometimes. Your body takes time to— ehhh, what’s the phrase? Warm up? Get sensitive.” 

“Oooh…. Okay, keep going then. Does your hand not hurt?”

“Ehhh, I’ve had practice, cuore mio.” He wiggles his fingers and you roll your eyes and smack his shoulder— he makes a little oof noise before brushing his lips against your neck and you let out a little whimper at the sensation.

“Sensitive now?” There’s a smugness in his voice.

“I’m leaving.” Your tone is light and you barely make any effort in pretending to try sitting up— but Copia loses the smirk almost immediately and sweetly grovels to you, playing along.

“T-Tesoro, no! Mi dispiace, let me make it up to you, si?” 

“Mmmmmmm— I don't know....“ You take your sweet time contemplating and he takes your hand and presses a kiss to the back of it. His tone is genuine now, soft and fond. He’s having just as much fun as you are right now, you can see it as his eyes wrinkle when he smiles. 

“Please, let me make it up to you,” He gently kisses your palm now, “I want to make you feel good.”

[crestapex]

hey it’s me again lol (thanks for clearing up the masterlist thing)

i was just thinking: gaz n soap would def be a bit silly during sex. whether that means making jokes or maybe tickling u or smth like that

imagine them eating out their fem s/o (separately not poly) and in the middle of it they just like do smth silly and s/o’s laughter is like cut off by a moan when they get back to it 🫣 it works if they’re having p in v sex too tbh

u don’t have to write this but yeahhh just needed to ramble ab them

18+ 18+ 18+

I am so sorry it took me so long to get to this lmao I started to answer it and then forgot 💀 anyways, let’s talk about some silly sex with Johnny and Kyle! (Reader is explicitly female)

You know what, I could totally imagine Johnny Boy saying some stupid little joke about how wet your pussy is, his mouth hovering just inches from your slick hole, your juices and his saliva already dripping down his chin. But you’re just so out of your mind fucked out, so you can’t help but lazily laugh out as he paws at your thighs and talks about how you taste far better than the freshest water that Fiji has to offer… a waterfall that’s running off his tongue! But then he decides it’s funny to aggressively lick up your swollen clit and watch as you abruptly moan out like a crazed pornstar. 😩🙏

Okay, and then Gaz? Good (bad) boy Kyle? He’s definitely got his lips all over your neck, sucking and kissing your sweet skin like a starved man. You’re in the zone, your legs are wrapped tightly around his waist… And then all of a sudden he’s dragging his fingers lightly down your sides, his nails just hardly brushing your more sensitive areas. His ears almost automatically perk up at the sounds of your contagious laughter, he just can’t help but let out a little chuckle himself, thoroughly enjoying both teasing and entertaining you. But your little giggles are quickly cut off the very moment he dips his fingers in your underwear and starts twirling them around your clit, then dragging deeper to rub all along the folds of your soaked pussy. Your laughter was heaven, but your moans were like listening to the gods themselves.

(I was tempted to turn this into a threesome, but I will refrain… for now.)

[fivewholeminutes]

Alexxxx!!!

Tell us all about your experience!

I'm stuck at work, so if or when you have time! Let me live vicariously through you! 🖤🔥

-♥︎

HELLO MY DEAR GHOST, sorry for taking my time with it, i needed 37495 hours of sleep 😮‍💨🫂

Where do i even start!! Apart from how glad i am i could experience this with my beautiful friends @a-s-levynn @takemetoasgard and @thevenomousseprent (which was also my host for this trip mwah mwah mwah thank you once again, tell your cat i miss him 💖)

The rest under a cut, bc i am yapping a lot

It might sound silly, but that was my very first actual gig experience with friends who are as dedicated to see a band as me and it's HUGE for me ok. I am still emotional about this, I've never had this before 😭

And boooy. The coldest day of the week in Budapest and we've been by the venue by 9am. It was so so worth it tho, we've got barricade on iii's side, babey!!!!!!!!!! The organisation of the venue was so good too. At some point they came out to us with hot tea, the ticket office was giving people valuable clues, they opened a merch stand inside in warmth for people who were queueing early, the security check was swift etc. etc.

I forgor to check Bilmuri before the show and i was positively surprised by them, what a band!! Their energy was extremely contagious.

And now, the main event. It was a blast, seeing them after almost a year, man. They were so close. The sound was surprisingly good, for where we were standing (not perfect, but still, i could even hear Espera well, which never happened before!!!!!). It felt unreal, i missed seeing them live so much, like. They're here. A few meters away from me!!!! My neck stopped hurting from headbanging only today.

The cloak man's prancing is even more free, it's good he got a bigger enclosure for his shenanigans. The podiums for the girls and ii moving up and down was a nice touch (idk if they did that in the US??), iii was in his element, feeling the music very much. And iv. Well. The screams are scrumptious live. And you probably saw the Neck Photo™

The catwalk was so much fun too!! Let Espera or ii walk down the catwalk next time tho

They're so good live what the fuck man who gave them the right i mean. I knew this, but still. What the fuck, maaaan. With more money for the sound design and light design it's even more ethereal than before. The fucking. Lights. At one point i turned to look at Vessel on the catwalk and the lights shining on the back walls were so good i started taking photos of the lights instead of Vessel. Sorry, Vessel. But look at those lights!!

The drum solo returned my will to live. iii's moves returned my will to live. Well, the whole gig returned my will to live.

There weren't many bad things happening either! Someone laughed out loud during one calmer part of Atlantic, but it was a coincidence, i think. No stupid yelling, no crowdsurfers (THANK FUCK), well, at least not where we were standing.

Also, the whole time before the show, there was a Vessel cosplayer standing ominously at the top of the section with seats. It was hillarious:

Kudos to whoever decided to play the whole LP's Reanimation album between doors opening and Bilmuri's gig. And to that one ST crew guy who had to run closer to the stage every single time anyone from the band was going to the catwalk, poor guy. Also, i didn't recognise Adam in the new haircut at first lmao

ii made a mic drop with his drumsticks after one song (don't remember which), it was funny. You go, red bull man!!

Starting with TNDNBTG and finishing with Euclid gave me -374959HP damage. I managed not to cry on Euclid, tho. DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I'VE BEEN WAITING TO HEAR EUCLID LIVE?

Btw. During Euclid i caught iii's pick. I mean, technically it hit me in the chest and landed on my fanny pack, but yeah. Do you know how much it means to me that it was during motherfucking Euclid of all songs??? Especially when it was my first time hearing it live???

Here's a pic with a very done-with-his-owner's-shit model:

(Dw, he was purring anyway)

I took around 150 bracelets with me to give away to people. Yes, 150. Yes, i am unwell. It's only the half of what i've already done, anyway. People thought i wanna sell them lmao. Nope, i am Just Like That and Yes You Can Take More Than One Bracelet, I Don't Mind. I did get some things in exchange from some people, though!! Behold, exchange gifts and gifts from my friends (love u 🥺):

Peeled Vessel plush (and fivewholeminutes bracelet) from @thevenomousseprent 🐍✨️💓

Print and Berry Vessel (Bessel, if you'd like) from a very cute person who in the midst of everything i forgot to ask about their name. Thankfully, i have a card with their insta handle!!

I didn't ask the ii sticker person and Euclid/Jericho/Calcutta bracelets about their details too 😔

Atlantic keychain from @taka-chan 💖 (ALSO I REALISED I WASN'T FOLLOWING YOU??? I WILL CHANGE THAT IN A SECOND, I'M SORRY, I AM CHAOTIC)

Hands keychain from @bubacorn 💖 (I LOVED YOUR HAIR AND OUTFIT BTW, BUT I WAS TOO SHY TO TELL YOU, SORRY)

Euclid bracelet and serpent ring from my beloved @takemetoasgard 😘😘😘

And, of course, the army of Tiny Tokens from @a-s-levynn 🔪🍌❤️‍🔥

Overall, amazing experience, 10/10, i love my friends, i love Budapest, i love this stupid fucking band that makes me travel for the whole night in a bus and stay in 2 Celsius degrees for hours.

Ok, that is finally all, sorry it was this long. Thank you for this ask, it was very fun summing it all up, i hope you could at least for a moment live through this experience while reading my ramblings 🥺🫂💖🌸🌸🌸

EDIT: i forgot i also got this banger keychain in exchange!! From a person who came for a few rituals from fucking Canada.

LOOK AT THOSE TEEF!!!!!!!!!

[himbo-in-limbo]

[a random head canon thingy idk cuz my I pad is charging n I can't draw rn 😞] Glamrock Bonnie/Glamrock Freddy

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I like to think Bonnie often goes off on his guitar during live performances (leaning towards it sounding like heavy metal) n often forgets he's playing for children LMAO

The kids love it regardless but the gangs like "dude again?" His longest solo was like a good 3 minutes...

He craves to have artistic freedom, I'm assuming the rest do as well tbh

Imagine hearing Freddy practicing his vocals, since we see chica shredding her guitar in her spare time I wonder if he dose the same?

I bet Freddy also likes to help whichever staff member is doing heavy lifting n he sees them struggling with the cargo n just goes "Oh please it's the least I can do! You all do so much for us, I wouldn't want you to hurt yourselves."

Also likes to help because Freddy has trouble just doing nothing...he needs to be doing something!

Or else he gets a bit antsy

Which is why he loves conversing n little tasks!

Bonnie calls the people closest to him "Carrot cake" bc he loves it sm and he loves them sm

In terms of the OG Trio I see chica being the one they protect the most like that's their baby sister to them 🥺♥️

Side note that it's a shame we don't have enough interactions between chica n Freddy in the game...

Like I wanna know if their just as close to each other as Freddy and Bonnie were

Bonnie gets excited hearing stories that the staff members tell him (if he's friends with em) about the outside world...

He LOVE'S it when they share their favorite music with him! He likes to analyze the guitar solos n usually that sneaks into the next concert hehe

He wants to go outside so bad...he often looks outside any windows and wishes he could just step outside for a bit...

This is also something I think the rest have in common.

They are happy working with the kids! They love their job! They would just like to feel the sun n quite literally touch grass...at least once!

Going back to Bonnie loving carrot cake he dose actually have a slight problem with it similar to chica...just don't leave your slice unattended with him, like a magic trick it'll disappear ✨

I like to think Bonnie originally didn't have eye liner but he saw one of the staff members have some on and he just told them "I want that! Can you put that on me?!" And ever since then it's been a part of his iconic look

Freddy laughs to hard at simple jokes like dad jokes kill him, which is why when he tells them sometimes he can't finish the joke 💀

His laugh is so cute n contagious 😭♥️

Everyone groans but they laugh at Freddy's reaction anyways

Bonnie's laugh is dorky, he snorts on occasion and the others call him out n he gets embarrassed

All in good fun of course!

If Bonnie were to blush I like to imagine that his whole face goes red like you can always tell when he's flustered hehe

Honestly I believe Freddy has that classy rizz, like he's such a gentleman, he'd court you properly is all I'm saying

As for Bonnie he's flirty, if he likes you he'll be teasing you a lot

He likes to bully his crush a tiny bit by making em all flustered, and yes he challenges you to bowling quite often!

It's his favorite bonding activity what can you do

He's such a good teacher for bowling too! Has to be for the kiddos of course!

All in all these boys have a heart of gold

They'll inspire you in some way n leave you feeling happy! And you do the same for them! Their still learning how to modify their hugging power tho!

It's strong! 🧡💙

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

now & forever

cw. olnf week 2024, pre!release, step 2, day 3, pre!relationship, slight angst with a healthy dose of comfort

pairing. qiu lin/hash browns (ft. sparkling leaves)

notes. day 3 of @olnfweek2024. me? writing for qiu lin? i know, check and see if it is hailing in summer i can't believe this is happening either. my good friend @hash-slinging-slasher-trash recently got done with their final exams for their summer semester so this is a treat for them. surprise! (even if i am sure this was obvious considering my questions from yesterday lmao)

“You can roll your neck and stomp your feet but this black girl you sure won’t beat!” Nyla and Serenity chant in audible unison from across campus, moving in accordance to the words. From where they sit, Hash can see Tamarack giggling at the antics. Black Kid Solidarity, Nyla calls it. She finds it where she can. While not a member of that particular duo, Hash’s lips curl into an instinctive smile. The energy is contagious.

Dark raspberry eyes catch blue eyes observing the scene.

“Hi,” Tamarack mouths, her smile small but courteous as she waves.

Hash waves back with a small smile of her own, balancing her tray carefully with one hand. “Hey,” they mouthed back.

Hash remembers Tamarack’s squeals as they climbed atop the tire swing her grandfather set up. The cool autumn wind scratching their cheeks and lifting their laughs and giggles to the heavens.

When was it those times playing in that tire became infrequent? Hash can’t recall; four years is four centuries in teenage years.

Tamarack shuffles to the side on the grass with a hopeful expression, thin eyebrows knit carefully. When did Tamarack start plucking them again? When did I start noticing in the first place? Hash wonders what it says about her that she can’t remember that either when a long time ago it felt like her and Tamarack’s friendship was tighter than gorilla glue. Slowly but surely, that bond had been weathered by the rain.

There were no storms that attacked their friendship. No trials.

Just the passage of time.

Hash sees the spread of trays on the grass, like it’s a picnic. “Sorry,” Hash mouths and Tamarack nods in unsurprised understanding.

Hash and Tamarack were friends; they’re still friends. Standing across a ways from one another during lunch hour, however, the physical distance feels representative of their state of affairs.

Hash, Nyla, Tamarackー The new kids.

Four years ago, it felt like the three of them against the world as fellow newcomers to Acorn Rd. Golden Grove, Oregon.

“You ever stop to think how we’re like a reverse oreo?” Nyla, age 11, noted from where she lazily laid back against the Browns porch step. Summer was the worst season in Golden Grove and not even the chilled watermelon pieces in the bowl split between them could completely fight the heat. “Y’all are the vanilla whites, I’m the chocolate filling.”

Hash choked on their piece, “Nyla, shut up!”

“Hey I’m the one who said it, y’all can laugh,” Nyla stuck out her tongue with a snicker. “Quit smiling if you don’t think it’s funny, Lord Hashington!”

Tamarack’s small hands covered her face, unable to contain her laughter. There hadn’t been an attempt to stop it in the first place. The two of them were always the blunt new kid trio members, saying most anything that came to their mind.

Four years later, the world has split a world with the three of them distinctly in different sects. Friends… but not best friends.

Four years in the past, the kids of the cul-de-sac were a quartet.

Four years in the present, there’s a line. A distinct one.

We’re all still friends, Hash tells themself. Most of us. 

Qiu and Tamarack’s relationship had fallen off compared to the rest. The two of them aside, things aren’t the same anymore and Hash has come to accept that. Tamarack is going to leave one day, tugged down a path by her parents. Qiu sinks more and more into themselves, outsiders unable to penetrate their newfound icy fortress. Nyla’s problems are harder to look into when she keeps them hidden behind bad jokes and laidback nonchalance.

Of their original friend group, everyone has a favorite.

Nyla and Tamarack’s eyes have always been reserved for each other.

Qiu has Hash and Hash has Qiu.

Nyla’s lunch hour is reserved for Tamarack and Hash’s hour has always been reserved for Qiu. Speaking of Qiu, Hash knew they were waiting for them in Mr. Murray’s class. “See you,” they wave one last time before turning towards the building the professor’s class is located in.

Things might have changed with Nyla and Tamarack, simultaneously grand and minute the changes have been, but things have never and will never change with Mx. Qiu Lin.

Hash finds them as they always do, draped over a desk lazily with their brown hair spread across their shoulders haphazardly. “Qiulet,” Hash calls playfully and a brown eye opens unamused. “I’ve finally returned from the battlefield. Looks like you don’t need to come down from your balcony, after all.”

“It was never a balcony in the first place, you weirdo,” Qiu murmurs, leaning back to sit properly in their chair as Hash placed their tray between them.

“Not-so-secret hideout, Juliet’s balcony,” Hash rolls their eyes in mock irritation. “What’s the difference?”

Qiu smirks, resting their chin on their palm, “sounds like plenty to me.”

Hash sits down with their nose in the air pointedly smug, “well it’s a good thing you’re not the one in charge of my allusions.” Qiu’s response is to take one of Hash’s fries. For someone who said they weren’t hungry, that never stops Qiu from suddenly desiring food when someone else provides it. Regardless, there’s little that isn’t shared between them now. Hash feels no reason to make a fuss. “You gonna go to ballet practice for once?”

“That depends, who’s asking?” Qiu raises a brow lazily.

Your mother, technically. Mrs. Lin knew it’d be a pointless endeavor in bringing it up herself, however, so she relied on you, the Qiu Whisperer. “Me,” Hash replies smoothly. “I wanna have a post-lunch show after school. I haven’t seen you practice in a while, so I guess I felt like going. Only if you want though.”

Qiu shrugs, taking another fry thoughtfully before eventually relenting, “I guess.”

That’s as much of a ‘yes’ as one will get in the language of apathetic Qiu Lin.

“Good because I have your leotard in my backpack,” Hash grins giggling when Qiu flicks her forehead lightly. “What? I had to be prepared just in case you said ‘yeah’, otherwise we’d be late!”

“Yeah, yeah, if you say so,” Qiu rolls their eyes but Hash can see amusement swimming in them. Sees their lips quirk into a playful smirk and how light and airy their movements are. It’s a shame people like Vianca and Serenity don’t get to see this side of them but you can’t help relishing in how you’re one of the coveted few that do. “You’re not slick.”

Hash bats their eyelashes adoringly, “I know not to what you are referring.”

“Mhmm,” Qiu hums in disbelief but unbothered as they are, they let it go. If they truly hated it, after all, Qiu would have let you know expeditiously. Pretty as a rose Qiu may be, they have their thorns. They never seem to brandish them against Hash, however. Any pushback they have are small pricks, soft. This isn’t anything that has them pressed. “But the next time you decide to beat me into going to ballet practice, I demand compensation.”

“Is my charming personality not enough?” Hash gasps, clutching their chest in imagined pain.

“It is most of the time, but I like to shake things up from time to time,” Qiu chuckles.

Hash isn’t sure if it’s the joy they got them to smile that has them flushed or the comment. Probably both. It’s just them joking around, Hash reminds themself. Just a joke. Nothing serious. “Well what will satisfy you, Mx. Qiu Lin? Your humble servant will provide the goods tomorrow.”

“Mom’s making dumplings tomorrow and is forcing me and Dad to help,” Qiu sighs painfully. Hash’s mouth waters at just the thought of it. Dumplings are a long but rewarding affair in the Lin household. “You’re suffering with me.”

“That isn’t even a punishment,” Hash smirks, moving a stray lock of dirty blonde hair from their vision.

Qiu smirks in return, closing their eyes in satisfaction, “glad to know you’ll be there then.”

i was really trying to keep in mind the hash lore they developed from their playthrough of the ol2 demo and our discord chats fjnfkjsdnf. things get a bit angsty TmT. still homies with tamarack but because tam might be leaving, there's a bit of distance between them and they've gotten real close to qiu because of the insurance their not going anywhere. i wanted to play with that concept with a mixture of the day 3 prompts with crossing our verses together and hash looking back on the memories