#and then write back to all the texts i’ve forgotten to respond to in the last week

[oxymoronicdumbass]

dude i stayed in my bed till 2:30 doing fuck all and i’m still tired wtf

[theautisticwriter]

Love Letters: Yandere! Hazbin Hotel characters X G/N Reader

Characters- Charlie Morningstar, Vaggie, Alastor, Angel Dust, Husk, Niffty, Sir Pentious, Lucifer Morningstar, Vox

Show- Hazbin Hotel

Genre- yandere, romantic

Summary- Mini love letters from your not so secret stalkers admirers!

Warnings- yandere themes, swearing, stalking, virtual stalking, threats, unwanted attention, delusional characters, mentions of planned kidnapping, pet names

Word count- 1.7k

Extra notes- Alastor’s part is platonic, he’s platonically in love with you!

key: n/n = nickname, y/n = your name, g/n = gender neutral

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Hi N/n!

Oh my gosh, it’s been so long since i’ve sent you a letter! I’m so sorry! The hotel has been sooooooooo busy! But don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you, how could I? You’re all I think about!

I’m excited to tell you i’ve been decorating your room at the hotel! Of course, when you come here you can redecorate if you wish to! Whatever makes you the happiest sweetie! Or, you could even share my room!

I can’t wait to come get you, I really do think you’ll like it here. We’ve all worked so hard to make this place as welcoming as possible, and you’ll warm up to the other residents and staff after a little bit of time! They can be a bit much at the beginning, but don’t worry your pretty little head, I wouldn’t put you in danger. The hotel is super safe, especially now that my dad is helping too!

Please write back, at least once? You haven’t responded to any of my letters, and Razzle told me you kept throwing them out ☹. Unless you use your trash can as extra storage, I’m not sure why all my letters keep ending up there!

Nevertheless, I’ll retrieve all the letters when you move in, and we can look through them together and reminisce about our adorable beginnings.

Yours truly,

Charlie Morningstar!! ༘⋆-ˋˏ

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Dear Y/n,

I understand that these letters started to freak you out, and that’s why I haven’t sent any in a while, but I felt like I needed to continue writing to you. It’s our only way of communication right now, so until you move into the hotel, this will have to do.

It’s hard to write down my feelings for you, I can’t ever seem to find the right words which must be why you didn’t understand that these are love letters. I’m not some creepy guy trying to kidnap you, I love you and want to finally bring you home as soon as possible.

Charlie is still working out the details of your stay, but she’ll be finished soon, I promise. Would you like your own room or to share mine? If you write back, we could discuss your personal preference towards the rooming situation?

You’ll get used to this, to us, soon enough. I have no ill intent towards you, I’m the only person in this shithole that actually cares about you and your safety. I can keep you safe, I can, I will.

I’ll see you soon, y/n.

Stay safe,

Vaggie

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Salutations, Dearest!

Aren’t letters just marvellous? Texting and calling is merely a phase, the “old fashioned way” as sinners call it, is the only correct way. It shows effort, thought and has a charm to it that this technology nonsense lacks immensely.

You’ll be with me soon, and once you are we’ll get rid of all your electronic devices. Radio will be enough to keep you entertained, I assure you my dear. It would be such a treat if you tuned into one of my broadcasts, since you are the only viewer I wish to listen. You could listen to me, whilst I watch you, how splendid!

As much as this hazbin hotel is doomed to fail, I do believe it is a safe residency for us to stay at for the time being. Your current accommodation is far too lacking in the security department, from personal experience, I can confirm it is quite easy to get inside. Of course, I can get anywhere you are no matter what you or anyone else tries to do, but I didn’t even have to try! That’s no good, now is it?

Don’t fret, my dear. All will be well once you’re under my official protection and guidance. Nothing will get in our way, you have my word.

The radio demon,

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Hey, n/n!

You deleted all your socials, what gives?? You’re making me write letters now? I mean, i’m not against letters, they’re real romantic and shit, but dming you was so much easier babe. Was some fucker harassing you? I’ll torture the shit out of them, just give me a name toots.

Anyways, it’s not like it really matters, letters and texting, we’ll be SPEAKING in person pretty soon ;) I can’t wait to see that gorgeous face right in front of my (equally gorgeous) face. This face makes money baby, money that I can drown you in. Whatever you want, i’ve got you covered. Isn’t that exciting? Something to look forward to for you, besides living with me, which is a huge upgrade from your shitty house right now

Fat nuggets (our pet pig btw) can’t wait to meet you! He’s real cuddly, as am I, so don’t ever worry about feeling lonely with us here. Our room is filled with soft fluffy crap, all yours for the taking!

I’ll see you soon cutie,

Your Angel Dust 𓆩♡𓆪

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To Y/n,

This is a fucking hassle, writing letters, you know that? You need to quit whining and come down to this shitty hotel before I come bring you here myself. It’s not so bad here, once you get used to it. And the people are fucking annoying, but they mean well. Unlike those dicks you hang around with, I don’t trust them, and trust me, I can spot a prick with my eyes closed.

I’ve rented you a room in the hotel, next door to mine. I paid with my own fucking money, which I earned at this stupid bar, so be grateful. I could of bought a lot of booze with that cash, but I saved it up for you. Niffty cleaned it real nice for you, so stop taking so long. You have two more days before I start moving your shit.

Hate me all you want, it’s for your own good. People don’t often realise what they need, but I’m a bartender, I know people more than they think. And I know you more than anyone else.

Two days, y/n.

Regards,

Husker 𑁤

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Hihi!!!!!!!!

It’s Niffty! You know that though, right? Nobody else is sending you letters right y/n??!?!! Tell me they aren’t, tell me i’m the only girl in hell who’s sending you love letters!! Alastor said it’s the most romantic thing to do for someone sweet like you, so if anyone else is that means they like you! >:(((

I like you n/n! I like you more than anyone else does, I pinky swear it!!

Your house needs a clean, I came in last night through your window and did your kitchen real good, but then you woke up and I had to go :(( Your room at the hotel is sooo super clean, because I clean it every 3 hours to make sure there’s no bugs. I eat them for you, don’t worry n/n.

It’s gonna be sooo fun when you move in with me, we’re gonna do so much together! I’ve made you a crown too!!

Niffty :DDD

P.S, I hope you like the ant I stuck to the envelope, I picked him just for you!

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My beloved Y/n,

It has been far too long since we last corresponded, my sincerest apologises. How are you? I hope the answer is well, but how could you be without your prince beside you? I am restless without you as i’m sure you are without me. I’ll fix this little problem, not to worry! I am worthy of your affections, I’ll prove it to you til the end of my afterlife. Which is infinite! Because I am very brave, and incredibly powerful!

My attempts to join the overlords are not going as planned, but once again, do not fear my love! In a few years we shall rule side by side! My minions are excited to meet you, they will guard you with their pathetic little lives and answer your every call! Unless you asked to leave, they won’t let you do that, but you wouldn’t ask that! You’ll be happy with me, right?

Right?

Please I needyouineedyouineedyou

Haha, ignore that scribble! The eggs pushed my arm whilst I was writing.

I’ll see you soon my dearest,

Yours forever,

Sir Pentious (your future husband and future overlord)

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My Y/n,

How are you doing sweetheart? I’m doing great, yes, totally, I’m always great! I’m the king of hell! What’s there to be depressed about? Everything Nothing at all, everything’s perfect my end! It would be much better with you by my side however, what do you think? I think so.

I can give you anything you want, do anything you want, be anything you want! I can give you everything, and you can give me, well, you! Your hand in unholy marriage, your smile. Anything you want to give me, I’ll adore.

Sorry, that’s awfully sappy isn’t it? Do you like that sort of thing? I hope so, I hope you’re feeling valued by my words and my letters. I haven’t gotten one back yet, which is totally okay! You’re probables super busy, and that’s okay! You can tell me everything you want to when I bring you to my palace (that’s where we will live, it’s big, and very expensive, i’m rich by the way)

Anywho, my daughter needs my help today at her little hotel, so I’ll send this to you before I go. Charlie will love you, and you’ll love her. And me

Forever and always yours,

Lucifer (I’m a king by the way :P)

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N/n,

This letter in itself is a sign of how much I care about you, because I do not write letters to people. Throwing out all your electronics and the cameras I put in your house hasn’t helped your little rebellion. I’ll just have to get you sooner than planned, which isn’t a problem for me. I was hoping to court you for longer, but you’ve pressed my buttons sweetheart.

You were very thorougher with your search for all the tech in your house, you got everything. Which i’ll give you credit babe, is impressive considering how much I put in there. Who knew you were so smart? It’s almost cute, if it wasn’t so hopeless.

I’m not sorry for what’s to come, my methods aren’t moral but, hey, who the fuck is moral down here? I am sorry for the emotional distress you’ll endure, but it must be done. You’ll get over it, i’ll make sure of it.

By the time this reaches you, I’ll be outside. Make sure you answer the door for me, kay?

𝕍𝕠𝕩

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[criminalamnesia]

If it's not too much would you consider a roommates! Gaz and Soap where you need temporary housing and they offer to put you up for a couple of months in return for some housekeeping and cooking? But then it's awkward sharing a space with three people and two bedrooms so you end up a free use maid ✨

so I’ve been thinking about this,,, and I’m actually changing your idea a little bit (I hope that’s okay!)

also I got completely carried away with this and I miiight already be thinking about a part two where things get a little spicier, like you asked! 👀 keep a look out :))

(also I will 100% write for roommate!johnny&gaz eventually but I couldn’t get this idea out of my head!)

you’re soap’s sister, and when you tell him you need a place to stay, he doesn’t hesitate.

it didn’t click in his mind how your moving in may pose a problem until he’s helping you pack your stuff into a van.

one— he lives with gaz, and he may have forgotten to tell his roommate that they’re adding a third to their already small apartment.

two— there’s only two bedrooms.

gaz was currently on a special assignment, so these two things weren’t a huge problem at the moment. johnny shoots his teammate a text, informing him of the predicament and apologizing for just now telling him.

gaz responds, obviously a little peeved, and johnny’s suddenly absorbed in his phone, trying to soothe ruffled feathers and make this work.

you’re huffing as you keep shoving boxes into the van, your muscly brother now too preoccupied to continue helping.

“little help here, johnny?” you call from the trunk, and johnny startles from his spot leaning against the side of the truck.

by the time he clicks his phone off and resumes helping you, him and gaz have settled things.

you’d have johnny’s bedroom. johnny could sleep in gaz’s room until gaz got back home. and the rest would be worked out at a later date.

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you’ve never met gaz before. sure, johnny has told you all about his teammates and his roommate in particular, but you’ve never actually met the man until now.

he makes you screech in terror, holding the broom you’d been using to sweep the kitchen up like a sword. he chuckles.

“how’d you get in here?” your eyes are wide, taking in the man in front of you, and then it clicks. you remember the pictures johnny had shown you.

this was gaz.

and fuck, he was hot.

“I live here, love.” he says, his tone obviously amused as he looks you up and down. “gonna put that down? or will I be sporting some broom-shaped bruises for the next week?”

“oh, sorry—” you scramble to put the broom down, leaning it against one of the kitchen counters. “I didn’t hear you come in, and johnny didn’t tell me you’d be home today.”

“he didn’t know,” gaz shrugged, walking further into the kitchen now that your weapon of choice had been set aside. “where is he, by the way? we’ve got a lot of talking to do. gotta figure out this room situation.”

you pick at your cuticles anxiously as you shuffle out of the way, allowing gaz to open the fridge. he grabs a bottle of water and twists the lid off, and you’re mesmerized.

wait, what?

you mentally shake yourself from your stupor.

“um, he’s at the gym i think. he should be home soon.”

gaz nods, taking a swig from his water. his eyes settle on you once more as he shuts the fridge door.

“but about the bedrooms,” you start, taking a step towards him. “johnny can have his back. im fine with the couch, and—”

“oh, absolutely not, love. I’d sooner take the couch than make you sleep on it.”

“no no,” you say, shaking your head. “I’ve already caused enough problems by moving in. please let me—”

he cuts you off again with a dazzling smile. “it’s settled, love. you’re not sleeping on the couch. and your moving in isn’t a problem, trust me.”

damn, he’s smooth. you feel your cheeks getting hot, and you have to force yourself to look away from him before you melt.

“okay, well, if you won’t let me take the couch, at least let me do the chores and stuff, yeah? it’s not like I have much else to do,” you tell him with a dry chuckle. the whole reason you’d resorted to moving in with johnny was because you were between jobs right now.

you quite literally had all the time in the world to help around the apartment.

kyle almost looks like he’s going to protest again, but he doesn’t. he must see how much you want to do this, how badly you feel for ‘interrupting’ (you’re absolutely not, and although he’d been miffed about johnny not asking him about you moving in at first, he couldn’t care less now. you were stunning).

at his silence, you give a firm nod. “alright then,” you grin, and he matches your expression. “nice to finally meet you, gaz.”

“kyle,” he says, and your smile widens the tiniest bit.

“kyle.” you say, as if testing the word out on your tongue.

“sis, y’home? I was thinking chinese for dinner!” johnny calls out as the door to the apartment opens. he steps inside, toeing off his shoes before rounding the corner to the kitchen.

“you shite!” johnny laughs out as he spots gaz in the kitchen. they both chuckle, embracing each other in short hug, slapping each other on the back.

“y’broken?” you hear johnny ask, and gaz shakes his head.

“nah, all good.”

johnny nods, patting gaz on the shoulder before his eyes shift to you.

“see y’ve met my sis,” he says, moving towards you and ruffling your hair. you groan, slapping at his hand. gaz laughs. “hope she hasn’ given ya trouble.”

“I just came in,” gaz says, eyes meeting yours for a brief moment.

“so she hasn’ had the chance yet, then,” johnny jokes, and you roll your eyes. “chinese alrigh’ gaz?”

the other man nods, and the two soldiers fall into familiar conversation. you feel as though you’re intruding, and you attempt to slip out of the kitchen unnoticed, but gaz stops you by mentioning your name.

“I was just telling your sister that she’s not sleeping on the couch,” he tells johnny, and then his eyes slide to you. you look sheepish, like a kid caught with their hand in a cookie jar.

“oh, o’course not,” johnny agrees. “I can take the couch, she’s my sister.”

“we could switch, yeah?” kyle looks at johnny. “that couch isn’t that comfortable, mate. I don’t wanna be hearin’ you complain about your back in a few days.”

johnny laughs, but nods. “sounds good. looks like you’re livin’ the life then, aye?” he says to you, and you open your mouth to speak, but kyle beats you to it.

“actually, we were just talking about all that. your lovely sister here was saying she’d like to keep the flat clean.”

“s’that so?” johnny questions, eyebrows raised as he looks at you. “y’don’t have to do that.”

“I want to, johnny. it’s the least I can do after barging in on your lives.”

you can tell by the look on your brother’s face that he’s going to argue, so you swiftly cut him off.

“no arguments! it’ll give me something to do anyways.”

johnny concedes, then excuses himself to shower. you tell him you’ll order the food as he leaves the kitchen.

you and kyle are alone again, and his eyes are trained on you. you clear your throat before fishing your phone out of your pocket.

“what’s your order?” you ask him.

kyle grins. he knows what he’s doing to you.

god, this was going to be an interesting stay.

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author’s note:

this is my first time really writing both johnny and Kyle, so I apologize if they seem ooc!

[matchalovertrait]

The day after Caruso posted his video, Dulce responded with one of her own to disprove his false claims about the "stolen" recipes. She brought up her extensive list of culinary experiences and screenshots of everything related to the cookbook when it was in progress. However, the damage had been done. Too many people turned their backs on Dulce. As everything came crashing down, she slowly stopped responding to her family and friends. Of course, everyone was alarmed. You can't just not respond like that out of the blue, especially when you're overseas! Now that Ángel and Esperanza have come to save the day, Dulce is looking to sue Caruso for defamation. I did say to never get into legal trouble with her! This marks the rebirth of Alegría VS Caruso!

Note: I am getting political here. As Election Day in the United States is around the corner, I urge people to fact-check everything. I'm seeing too many people on other social media platforms not doing the proper research. They see a video of one thing and take it as the sole truth. It seems like people have forgotten how to use Google, which is right at our fingertips. Make sure you're looking at reliable sources!

Transcript:

Dulce: I swear! That better not be him. A lot of people didn’t believe me or they didn’t bother to watch my explanation video. How am I supposed to recover from this?

Ángel: Dulce!

Dulce: Ángel and Esperanza?!

Ángel: Why haven’t you been answering anyone’s phone calls or texts??? It’s been 2 days.

Dulce: My career is over. My numbers are plummeting. People are crossing out my name on my cookbook and writing his name instead. Clients are canceling bookings with me. His crazy fans are giving me fake bad reviews. I’m through.

Esperanza: So what? It hasn’t been that long. Things can pick back up, Dulce. Why don’t you get your chef friends to vouch for you?

Dulce: I don’t want to rope anyone into my mess..

Esperanza: [Sighs] You know what? It’s sad to see you like this. Aren’t you going to plot something?

Dulce: I’ve done enough harm as it is! What do I do??? Sue him??? Oh wait, I already thought of that! I looked into it and no good lawyer wants to take the case. They’d rather represent actual stars like Judith Ward. I need to take this as a sign and finally grow up.

Ángel: C’mon, you know you want to do it.

Dulce: You’re encouraging it...? You don’t want to teach me a valuable life lesson like always?

Ángel: I think you learned your lesson. Make him learn his now.

Esperanza: My dad and Hilary both said they can help you pay for a REALLY good defamation lawyer. I think Hilary was freaking out the most about you not answering.

Ángel: Well, we all kinda were. You had Ama worried sick. But we didn’t file a missing person’s report because your friend came by and saw you well alive through your window.

Dulce: Oh, man. Dani probably got nervous and ran off. She never came to knock on the door.

Ángel: She’s a skittish one, isn’t she?

Dulce: Yeah, I have to apologize to her for not responding to her texts either. She knows about everything, but she might feel like she’s annoying me because I haven’t answered.

Esperanza: Wait, isn’t she a paralegal?

Dulce: Oh my gosh, you’re right! How’d I forget that? She might know someone who can help!

Ángel: Looks like we have a plan, then.

Esperanza: Um, I think part of this plan should be helping you clean up this place. Go put detergent in the washer, Ángel. I’ll get the clothes.

Dulce: My clothes??? Oh, no. They’ve been washed and dried. I just haven’t put them away. The only mess here is in my mind.

[jarofstyles]

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Y/N had forgotten how Harry appeared to other people. 

She had been almost floating on air the rest of the weekend, a smile permanently on her face as she walked about her apartment, tending to chores and making sure to take time to look after her tattoo. She had been diligent about her research beforehand, yes, but it was even more imperative now that she kept the piece in pristine condition. 

They’d been texting frequently. Once she had gotten home, he had responded back and it simply hadn’t stopped. There were pauses, warnings from him that he had a client coming in or he was going on a run, but most of the weekend had been spent texting him, giggling at her phone, getting to know him a bit more. His texting style was a bit similar to how he spoke, a bit of dry humor sprinkled in. It seemed he was a little more bold through the phone as well, messaging her with smooth flirtation and obvious interest in her stories. He asked involved questions, checked in on her multiple times, but he wasn’t overly bearing. Y/N felt like she was being hand fed bits and pieces of the man that had always puzzled her. 

“So who’s the guy that had you pretending you’re not smiling at your phone?” Over brunch, Y/N’s friend Julia had caught on to her sneaking peeks at her phone, smiling to herself and trying to pace responses. It wouldn’t be hard for anyone to notice this. Y/N couldn’t be subtle if it could save her life. Once you got to know her, it was even more obvious that her feelings would be displayed out for anyone to see. A real heart on her sleeve type of girl. 

Y/N hadn’t wanted to bring him up initially, but the excitement to finally dish about a guy she was actually excited about seeing- even if it was only one planned date- had her mouth almost ready to burst. She didn’t want to tell anyone in their initial friend group because… because what if it didn’t work and then everyone made it super awkward? Y/N did not do good with that sort of pressure and honestly, she would most definitely cry if someone teased her for not being able to keep up with Harry. 

Julia, however? Sweet Julia was a former coworker, mostly removed from that group of friends and it was easier to dish when she hadn’t met him. 

“Well…” Y/N tucked her hair back over her shoulder, fiddling with her napkin. “It’s a guy I’ve known for a bit. He’s actually the one who did my tattoo.” Lifting her arm she motioned to the ink that her friend had previously fawned over. She had a few tattoos herself and had been impressed at how good it had turned out despite some of the detail being scabbed over. Y/N had taken a bit of the moisturizer Harry had given her out after their drinks and shown her, the whole thing. 

“Ohmygod- a tattoo artist?” Her friend’s eyes widened. “The one who did that one? You sly thing… did you get down and dirty in the studio? Oh my god, you gave it so good he had to see more of you? Y/N, you’ve been holding out on me!”

Y/N gaped, floundering for a moment before housing her friends with wide eyes. Her voice hadn’t exactly been quiet and she could feel the lava burning underneath her skin. She loved Julia, but she didn’t have a sense of volume sometimes. “Jules!” She hissed, shaking her head. “No! I didn’t- I didn’t do anything in the studio. No, he was completely and utterly professional and sweet.” There was a weird need to defend Harry’s honor. 

In reality, there was no true idea in her mind if Harry did that sort of stuff before. With how attractive he was, she was sure people attempted it but she doubted he would actually do so. Not when he had worked so hard on his shop’s reputation. He’d told her all about that when they’d gone out afterwards.

“Ok, then what the hell happened? What is his name? Let me see him, immediately.” Her expectant hand shot out, looking at her with a raised brow as Y/N chuckled at her friends' antics- and her audacity. She was lucky Y/N loved her. 

“His name is Harry.” Her voice was soft as she typed his username into the instagram search bar. “He’s a tattoo artist. I met him through our friend group. He’s a friend of Sarah’s. He did my tattoo at his own shop. He owns it himself, and he’s got a few people who work there too.” Pride bled from her voice as she pulled his profile up and handed it over. There weren't too many of him. He had a few tagged, a few photos on his own, but it was mostly his tattoo work and random things here and there. “He’s got a few awards and done a few famous people’s work. It’s so cool. He drew my tattoo up right next to me in his office, his process is so interesting.” 

The girl was chirping about him as if she was already smitten, a dreamy little smile on her lips slipping a bit as she took in Julia’s expression. “What?” 

“Nothing! Nothing- not a bad look, I promise.” Julia hurried to correct her face but she turned the phone back to Y/N. “This is him? The one in the black?” 

It was a photo of him she had seen the other night while she did her obligatory snooping in his tagged. A tight black tee shirt with the Harley Davidson logo on the chest covered his torso and tight fitting black jeans covered his bottom down to his brown boots. His arms bulged slightly as they were crossed over his body, a pint in hand as he looked at the camera. The other hand held out a middle finger over his arm, a cold scowl on his face. His piercings glimmered in the photo, an obvious flash used. It was part of Sarah’s summer photo dump, one he had commented a simple eye roll emoji for despite liking it. Y/N’s snooping was thorough. 

“Yeah… Isn’t he cute?” Y/N asked nervously. It wasn’t that she needed her friend’s acceptance. She liked Harry either way. It would just be nice to not feel a bit off guard when she had expected a squeal back from seeing him. Harry was hot, that was no question. Even if you simply spoke to him without seeing his physical appearance, it was more than obvious he was just an attractive man in general. 

“Cute isn’t the word I’d use. He’s good looking but… He’s a little scary for you, isn’t he?” 

While she knew that the question was most likely an innocent one, it raised her hackles a little bit. Sure, maybe he looked a little scary. Maybe he was intimidating to most. But that didn’t have much to do with anything. “No, I don’t think so. He’s incredibly sweet and kind. He didn’t even charge me for my tattoo and tried to venmo me back his tip but he’s… He’s a little shy.” It had been apparent to her when he had told her why he had been so silent around her. “He tells awful jokes and he’s taking me to a drive-in movie this weekend because he remembered that I liked the one they’re showing. He’s really thoughtful. I know he’s got tattoos and piercings but that doesn’t mean-”

“Woah, slow your roll, Cinnamon Bun.” Julia placed her hand over Y/N’s. “I didn’t mean anything mean by it. Not at all. I’m sure that if you’re with him, he’s a nice guy.” Her face showed guilt for working Y/N up, scooting her chair closer to her. “I just mean he seems a bit intimidating. You know that I’m used to seeing you fawn over more sporty guys, the cleaner cut ones. It was just that he’s different from the norm for you, babe.” 

Y/N’s wind sank and her sails dropped as she realized what her friend had meant. Of course it hadn’t been meant in malice, but she still worried. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to jump on you like that. I just think.. I think he’s had a lot of people assume a lot of things about him in the past and it makes me weirdly protective of him. I know I’m kind of his opposite in a lot of ways and it makes me a little insecure because I know people will definitely call it out. Your meaning isn’t bad but eventually people are going to see I don’t seem to be the normal type for him.” 

That was the truth. Y/N had seen peeks of girls he had flirted with or gone off to hook up with and they didn’t exactly look like her. Not at all. 

“Oh, babe. I’m sorry.” Julia sighed. “No. I didn’t mean it that way. If anyone has shit to say, fuck ‘em. I was just surprised. You’ve never been the bad boy aesthetic type but hey, if he’s nice to you that’s all that matters. As long as he knows you’ve got a miniature blonde friend who’s ready to attack ankles at any moment for hurting you and knows how to hide bodies… we’re all good.” 

Y/N had let it go. Julia meant well, but this was exactly why she wanted to wait a bit to let their friend group know they were… something? Seeing each other? They hadn't even gone on a date yet so it seemed to be a stretch to say dating, but whatever it was. Not until it felt steady. They’d all worry over her and warn Harry off when in reality, all he had done in the past was be anxious and let Y/N read him wrong. 

She wanted to protect him from the ribbing and the questions and let them get to know one another in a more intimate way privately. It would be something she would have to bring up to him later…. But how?

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H: Hi, gorgeous. What are you up to?

Y/N: Hi hi :) Just got done making cinnamon bread. 

H: And are you bringing me a piece of that tonight? 

H: Please say yes or I’ll probably cry. 

Y/N: Of course, crazy. What do you take me for?

H: A goddess, if you continue bringing me baked goods. 

H: But please remember that there is a snack counter there and I will be happy to buy you whatever you want from there or pick up something beforehand. 

Y/N: I really can pay for some of it myself. I feel a little bad making you pay for everything, you’ve already got the tickets. 

H: I’ve got the tickets and more. If I’m taking you out, I’m paying, sweetheart. Nonnegotiable. Your payment can be some of that bread, if it makes you feel better. 

H: I’m just happy you said yes and are giving me a chance after I’ve made an ass of myself. 

Y/N: H :( no

Y/N: You didn’t mean to make me feel bad. I internalized it and maybe you need to work on communication a bit but honestly, It’s all water under the bridge!!! I’m really really excited to go out with you. 

Harry ran his hand over his face. His wrist ached from the 6 hour session the day prior but he was more than a mess of nerves now that the time for their date was almost here. He vacuumed out his car, cleaned it, sprayed with some sort of spray, and replaced the little vent air freshener. The whole thing. His range rover wasn’t ideal for this sort of thing so he had chosen his vintage convertible. The bench seat could lay back and provide more lounging space- and that’s exactly what he had wanted. 

This had been his first dream purchase once he started making more money at his shop. As soon as he finished his car payments on the Range Rover, he had set his sights on a vintage car to cruise around in by himself during the warm nights, a good sound system having been modified in it so he could lose himself in thought while driving down the coastline. This car was his baby. Soft yellow exterior with a pinstripe detail, the smooth car appealed to him immediately. He’s spent months scouring sites and driving to look at different listings but this one had his heart immediately. There hadn’t been too much to change on it, but he had made his personalization with black and white fuzzy dice hanging off the rearview mirror, said sound system, and refreshed seats. The car had been his reward for the hard work and his endless backaches from being hunched over tattooing. 

It had been a no brainer to choose this one but he did worry about if Y/N would think he was being overly flashy. Harry had never been one to show his money off to the masses, instead choosing to invest a lot and keep everything quiet. He’d seen some friends, seen his own clients even complain about how people used them for money and with the concept being newer to him, he wanted to be responsible. He’d read too many financial horror stories on reddit to risk it. His mates guessed he made a decent amount considering how much his minimum was and how picky he was with clients, and sure he picked up the tab a lot without saying who did it, but he tried to keep himself a bit guarded with that. He hoped that if this continued with Y/N- which god, he was praying it would- she wouldn’t be upset with him keeping that a bit of a secret. 

To be honest, he was overthinking every single thing. Despite appearing cool, calm and collected in his texts, he had felt like his thoughts were running out of his head at max speed. Realistically, he knew Y/N wouldn’t have said yes if she didn’t want to. She’d have been more than justified if she had, but somehow Harry must have done something right to get the karma to have not only her forgiveness, but her affection. Even the slightest bit. 

Triple checking his outfit, he had felt silly brushing his overgrown hair out of his face but still made sure that there hadn’t been some miracle stain that showed up on his tee shirt or new rip in his pants. There wasn’t, as suspected, and he finally made himself leave the house. The car had the blankets folded in the trunk, along with the two oversized pillows he had purposely chosen despite being a bit chunky. They were straight off his bed, the best ones he had ever found. The plush purple blanket was oversized, a steal from a liquidation store he went to just to feel like he could ‘treasure hunt’ was big enough to cover the seats, and he had a few different ones for Y/N to choose from in the back. 

Was she a faux fur blanket girl? Linen? Crochet? Plush? Velveteen? Another obscure but endearing thing he wanted to carve out of her. 

The drive to her place consisted of Lana Del Rey and the top up of the car. It was obvious it was a convertible but he was trying to keep the warm breeze as a shared experience for them both tonight. The real nerves had hit outside of her stairs, his phone dipped back in his pocket once she had told him she was on her way down. His palms were sweating, a constant reminder of himself to not fuck this up playing on a neverending loop in his head. 

The world went quiet for a moment, though, once Y/N opened the door and shot him a smile so sweet that it almost hurt his own teeth. 

Every time he saw Y/N he had been in awe of her beauty, but it hit a little different now. She had dressed up for the purpose of going out with him. Her lavender colored dress with slightly puffy sleeves, casual as ever with its soft looking fabric, but seeing something like that on her was bringing it to a new level. It swished on her thighs, brushing an inch or so above her knees. Sandals were on her feet and a cream colored oversized bag that resembled one he brought to the beach was hung over her shoulder, snapping against the pavement as she descended the stairs and made her way over to him. 

“Hi!” She chirped, eyes sparkling slightly in the afternoon sun. Sunset would happen in just 30 or so minutes and he had to wonder how his brain would handle seeing her in a golden glow in his car. On a date with him. “You look really handsome, H.” 

It was so opposite what people would assume of a man with his general outward demeanor and rough around the edges appearance. His cheeks heating and having to swallow a lump in his throat to unknot so he could reply to a simple compliment, you’d never expect it. Harry liked that maybe only Y/N would be able to uncover a part of him he kept hidden to protect himself from hurt. The iron armor he kept guarding his heart seemed to melt to molten metal when she reached up to take a hug from him. She smelled so fresh, like laundry in the best way. The warm type right out of the dryer, unsullied from any possible contaminants. She smelled brand new, a start over for him. 

“You always seem to outdo yourself in how gorgeous y’look when I see you.” His guts had returned when he was hugging her, unable to see her reaction. Somehow, Harry could remain stone faced when drunk people came in demanding ink, when he’d gotten in fights at bars during that rougher period, but he couldn't control himself around a soft little doe of a girl like Y/N. 

“Thank you.” She grinned, pulling back with her eyes finding his until her attention was stolen by the car behind him. “Oh my god… Is this a new car?” 

Pride bloomed in his chest as she fawned over his car, one of his prized possessions that she was slightly bouncing on her toes as her hand ran over the hood. This was the reaction he had been hoping for. “Well, technically it’s an old one.” The joke was cracked with a smirk, making Y/N laugh and his chest feel full. 

“No shit, funny man.” Her hand pushed his bicep. “I mean, when did you get it? I’ve never seen you drive this, just your Range Rover.” 

“It’s sort of a special occasion car. Drives down the coast mostly, sometimes car meets if Niall finds one and tells me to bring it. I got it a while ago but the other car is more practical so it stays in the garage while I put the milage on the other one.” He placed a hand on the handle to open up her door, letting her take a look inside. “It’s really special to me. I try t’be careful with her.”

“Her?” Y/N rose a brow as she sat herself in the seat, wiggling around as she got comfortable. “Should I be jealous?”

Her own flirty jokes made Harry relax a tiny bit more. He wasn’t the only one feeling this, and it made him feel a whole lot better to hear it from her. “No, no. She’s got nothing on you, darling.” With a wink, he closed her door and jogged around to his side and patting himself on the back for not choking at the response he just gave. 

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Y/N’s own body was buzzing with nerves. Sitting in this fantastic car that she knew her grandfather would absolutely lose his head over, Hozier’s ‘Abstract’ played through the radio and her hair was fluttering around as Harry drove through the streets towards the destination. The sun was warming her cheek, hand dipping up and down as she let the wind pass through her fingers. There was some chatter but mostly a silence that Y/N found to be quite comfortable. Harry wasn’t an incredibly talkative person in general but he seemed to be a lot more open when it was just the two of them. She was enjoying this, the overall energy pretty good- a bit nervous and giggly but what first date didn’t start off like that? 

“How did you even find out about this?” Y/N turned to look at him as they waited in line to park his car and let them scan the code he had open on his phone. “Like, I didn’t even know there was a drive-in so close to us. I still feel like a newbie here sometimes but.. It was really thoughtful. I never thought I’d get to see this one on a big screen since it had come out before I could have watched it.” 

“I remembered you liked that movie we were seeing when I was scrolling down instagram. It was weird, I knew there was one but I never interacted with anything about it so… The algorithm must have helped me out.” He laughed, running his thumb over his lower lip to hide his smile a little bit. “I know people normally would say a movie on a first date would be a little eh, but we know each other a little and it’s your favorite. It’s outside, too. Anything is ten times better under the stars.”

Y/N loved that. That was true, but for someone who had been so nervous to speak to her before he was sure as hell doing a good job finding all the soft pleasure spots in her brain and stroking them. Clicking off things on her mental list she didn’t know she had. “I’m glad it did. I’m excited, especially with a car like this, it’s incredible. You did a perfect job picking this out.” Truly, he had plucked a dream scenario from her romantic underbelly and brought it up to the surface. 

“Good.” He smiled, pulling up to the person scanning their tickets. It was pay per car, so it hadn’t been too spendy, but Harry was more than going to make up for it. His relief was clearly lifted off his shoulders as she expressed her approval of his choice. He’d probably fall on down the sewer if she hated it. 

Their spot was a place in the middle and towards the back. There were only about 50 spots, and they had definitely been a bit fucked with traffic but at least they werent in a corner. Cutting the car off, he took a breath before turning to her. “We’re gonna pull the top down and uh, the bench seat flattens out. So it can be easier to stretch out.” He flexed his hand around the gearshift, watching as her face brightened. “I’ve got loads of blankets in the trunk and two pillows too. M’not trying to be suggestive but it’s easier to get comfortable.” Harry wanted to make this the most memorable date- in a good way. The knowledge of the fact he knew for a fact other guys in the group fancied her and could talk to her without seeming like an ass used to make his stomach hurt, but it was such a relief to have her with him now. She was way too sweet and understanding but he adored the fact that she had particularly chosen him to go out with. Y/N wasn’t a prize, she wasn’t an object, but he felt like he was a winner for getting to spend time with her. 

“Here-” He took his wallet out and slipped one of his cards out. “Go and get whatever you want for the movie and we can get proper food after.” The cool plastic was paced into her palm, his fingers closing her own around it so she didn’t drop it. “Whatever y’want and I mean it. They’ve got those chocolate bars y’like, I saw online. Buy the whole candy case if you want. I’ll get this fixed up and meet you over there to help carry it.” 

Y/N wasn’t going to argue, her jello like knees shaking as she walked over to the retro shack. It was unreal. Harry had seemed to put a lot of thought into every step. His mention of knowing her favorite chocolate was there and that he’d remembered it even just having heard it in a very tipsy conversation she’d had with Charlotte with Harry ‘glaring’ at her across the table. Apparently, he had just been focusing on her answer and not wishing she would drop dead. Who’d have thought? 

Rocking on her feet, Y/N looked over the menu and made her mind up pretty quickly- an absolute miracle for her- as soon as she saw the selection of drinks. Usually she wasn’t a carbonated bev type of person, but when she saw you could add little flavors into them, she was more than happy to order a sprite with strawberry flavoring. She had only been a few places where they’d done so before, so she was taking it. She went with a Root Beer for Harry and another bottle of water to split, a large popcorn and a side of the cheese sauce that she lovingly called plastic cheese like her mother always had. As much as she was tempted, she chose 3 things of candy. Sour, sweet and chocolate. The array. 

Swiping his card felt a little wrong but secretly, she was happy that he had insisted. There had been many a date where the man hadn’t even offered, or who thought buying a lackluster meal meant he should have access to her body. While she didn’t need him to pay, the gesture was what she liked. Harry had been nothing but respectful once he had actually opened his mouth to talk to her. 

Placing the lids on the drinks, she had placed them on the tray but frowned slightly at the idea of walking across the field balancing them and not dropping them. Thankfully she felt a large hand on her own as the tray had been swiftly taking into his grip. The tray that had seemed ginormous in her own hands looked small in his. 

“Told you I’d come to help. You don't need to be carrying it.” 

Again, Y/N didn’t feel like arguing as she let him lead her back to the car, his lack of clumsiness making her look twice as bad. She’d stumbled three times, the uneven terrain making it a little difficult with the dents the cars had carved into spots in the lot. Thank the sky above she had let him take it. Her mind had been on that but was taken out of thought when she saw the set up. It was so cute, Y/N almost let out a coo as she watched him place the tray on the close trunk. It had been set up like a bed, three blankets overlapping each other on top. 

“Didn’t know the kind of blanket you liked so I brought a few.” 

If he got any more adorable, Y/N would lose it. 

“You did? That’s so sweet, H.” She whispered, slipping her shoes off as he opened the door to let her get in easier. There was no way she was about to mess up the thing he had put so much thought into. Her eyes went to the plushy one, lifting that one as Harry removed his boots. “I claim this one.” 

Harry added the blanket preference to his Y/N list mentally. 

“Perfect.” He nodded. “Did you want to share or do separate ones?” 

The days were perfectly warm, but since the sun had been setting the cool night had been settling over the place. It got nippy, and Y/N was selfish and curious. “Sharing is fine.” She peeped, spreading it across her lap and holding it open for him. This would bring them closer. His thigh was near hers, sitting sprawled out as he carefully balanced the tray to sit in front of them. 

This was just… good. Harry was obviously a little nervous still, but Y/N was laughing at his jokes, she had been interested in what he had to say. It wasn’t the fake half assed listening most people did. She asked detailed follow up questions and laughed at the right times, especially when their hands met when trying to grab some popcorn as the trailers before the move began. 

They were shifting closer to one another, slowly allowing it to happen until Harry suggested laying back. The popcorn setted between them, He put a second blanket on them when he noticed her shiver slightly. Y/N was trying to figure out how to ask to cuddle with him without asking outright, but it was hard. All he was doing was being respectful but she wanted to be closer to him, wanted his arm around her and the cold to disappear. It felt like everytime they brushed that she got pleasantly flushed. 

“Y’cold still?” Harry whispered, another shiver getting his attention. He didn’t need to know it was from his hand brushing the popcorn from her thigh over the blanket. 

“Yeah, I run cold” She said softly. “Can we get closer? Body heat is a bit better.” 

Harry loved it. Her innocent expression but obviously wanting to get closer, to be held by him specifically. “I’m never going to say no to having’ you close to me, sweetheart.”

His arm was lifted and she ducked underneath, his body turning slightly on his side so she could get close and lean into him, the blankets pulled to their chins and his hand falling to her arm where he began to run his fingers over. 

Y/N wanted to squeal, but she settled for a happy little wriggle disguised as getting comfortable. He was indeed much warmer than blankets, but his fingers running over her and her cheek pressed against his shoulder with his body heat leaking through his shirt made her warm right in her stomach. His touch felt so good, comforting and exciting all at the same time. So far, this had been the best date she had ever been on and it really had just begun. 

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Y/N was so beautiful. 

Harry had been paying far too much attention to the girl curled up against him like a little kitten. Purring as he stroked her bare skin once his fingers had gone under the blanket for her. The screen illuminated her face as she watched her movie, his lips watching her lips as she silently recited lines and giggled at the right moments. He was learning a lot just watching her reactions. The yearning on her face during the softer romantic scenes, what things got little giggles, what made her cringe. How long her eyelashes were and how her nose curved, the tiny marks on her face he had never seen. 

This was the type of date he had always wanted to have. To go out with a girl he genuinely liked, who saw more of him than met the eye, who wanted to get to know him. Someone who could make him loosen up a bit. He’d not had any goals for this besides having her enjoy herself and hopefully grow to like him more. Enough to give him a shot of dating her. It made him realize how his past in bed hadn’t made him feel a fraction of the excitement or even pleasure that this did. Simply sitting with a girl he had a massive crush on holding onto his shirt, watching her beauty in real time. There was no feeling of rush with her. As much as he was truly attracted to her, he was happy with this. Maybe a kiss or two would throw him over the moon. Just being in this scenario felt like a dream come true.

He was sure the movie was great, but the vision in front of him was far, far more interesting to him. 

[rsedits9420]

pt2 with mark or i'll cry

I’m leaving pt 2

Masterlist

I’m sorry

Word count: 746

Y/n

Leaving was hard. I don’t want what we have to end, but looking back at it I feel like it just might. Some of the guys have been texting me back and forth apologizing and asking if I need anything. I just need Mark. I shouldn’t have just left. I should have stayed to hear his side of the story. But I didn’t. I left. I probably should go talk to him. But I can’t. The whole situation is just so much to comprehend. He forgot our date to go on another date with a girl he knows I don’t like, and then she posted a photo of his hand on her thigh. I mean how do we recover from this? Even if he doesn’t have good reasons as to why it happened, I’ll still go back. I will always go back. Suddenly I get a text from Mark.

Mark 🛑: baby, I’m so deeply sorry. I know you’re pissed, and honestly I would be too. I was wondering if you could just come over and talk. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. But I would like it if you did.

I stare at the message. I should probably go. Just to hear his thoughts at least. I grab my keys and my phone and head out.

Mark

Few hours prior

I’ve locked myself in my room. Ethan keeps checking on me, but I don’t respond. I’m so pissed at myself to the point I can’t think. I never should have agreed to be partners with Tori. I shouldn’t have forgotten mine and y/n’s dinner date. Now I’m paying for the consequences.

“Mark, I'm coming in! You can’t stay there all day!” Ethan yells. He busts up into my bedroom and plops onto my bed. “Dude, we're worried. I’m not mad at you, I want to hear what your side of the story is. I don’t think you would ever cheat on her.”

He says sympathetically. “Trust me I would never. Me and Tori were the only 2 left for a partner project. As for forgetting the date, my parents have been all on me about my grades. I’ve been stressing out about it. And I know that’s not an excuse, but still. Then about me not answering people, my phone had died and I didn’t have a charger. Last but not least the photo. I had no clue she was going to take it let alone post it. I was pushing her away. I have no clue why she claimed we were on a date, because we WEREN'T! I would never.” I explain. “Well dude does y/n know that?!?! Because, you need to tell her! Like now!” Ethan shouts. “She won’t even look me in the eyes. No way she wants to talk to me.” I say sadly. “Who cares dude. Just at least try.” Eddy says encouragingly.

He helps me write out a text to send her. After I pressed send, we both have just been waiting in my room. “Dude, I’m all fairness, I believe you. I know she will too.” Ethan says, trying to cheer me up. “Hopefully.” I say back.

After 20 minutes, we hear a knock at the door. “I’ll get it!” I shoot up. As I basically sprint towards the door. As I open it up I’m met with a swollen eyed y/n. “Come in.” She walks into the living room. “Can you tell me your side?” She asks. “Of course.” I comply. I tell her the same thing I did to Eddy. “And once again. Y/n I’m truly, and I mean truly sorry for everything. I would never cheat on you. You're perfect. You're everything I want. I promise you.” As I say in the last part she tugs me into a hug. “I’m sorry too. I should’ve stayed to listen to your side of the story. I shouldn’t have just stormed out.” She apologizes. “It’s not your fault. I would have done the same. Baby I’m just glad you're back. I love you so much it hurts.” I say before capturing her lips into a kiss. She pulls away to say,” I love you too, Mark. So freaking much.” We both head towards my bedroom as I look at Ethan and the boys as they all give me a small smile. I’ve got my girl back. And I never plan on losing her again.

Sorry it’s so short. I didn’t know what else to say. Keep sending in requests tho!!!

[one-day-i-will-figure-it-out]

My heart is breaking into so many little pieces it can never be pieced together again.

Because it’s not one time it got shattered.

But rather a fall after a fall after a fall.

Every time I get forgotten. Every time when I realise I’ve been texting them first and they haven’t done the same. Every time I look at the unread message I send weeks ago. Every time I see they’ve read it long ago but aren’t writing back. Every time I look at our conversations and I see that if I write them they respond and if I don’t write for a week or longer they stay silent. Every time…

And each time my heart breaks and each time I’m all alone to pick up the pieces. But before I put them together they all break once again. And there are so many pieces of me lost missing because by the time I pick some of them more pieces break and I can’t keep up.

And I know I’ll never be whole again.

[weirdkpopgirl]

regret | mark imagine #1

Title: Regret

Genre: Angst (with a happy ending though)

Warnings: Mentions of arguing, and depression

Word Count: 1231k

Author’s Note: Thank you to the anon who requested this! I’ve really been wanting to write more imagines for the Dream members. So I am grateful for this opportunity! Just a side note, it was a little hard at first for me to visualize Mark reacting impulsively. He’s such a sweet and considerate person. I still hope this was okay. Thank you for reading ^-^

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Lately, the company was just not giving Mark a break. His schedules were so tightly packed with rehearsals, interviews, recordings, and stages. As a result, he’s been quite stressed because of it all. He was so busy that he had to cancel dates with you, and hasn’t been able to answer your texts.

It wasn’t like you texted him 24/7, just to occasionally check up on him. You never took it too personally if he left you on read, knowing he was probably occupied with work. But one day, Jaehyun asked if you could come to the company building. He said that Mark’s been overworking himself, and was concerned for his mental health.

You were in your apartment, studying late in the evening when his member called. But you didn’t hesitate to leave your things to go see your boyfriend. Since most restaurants were closed, you stopped by the convenience store to get some snacks and drinks for the guys.

By the time you got to the practice room, the group was just finishing up the dance routine to the song that was playing. Immediately you were overwhelmed when the members came over to greet you. They were especially pleased when you didn’t come empty-handed.

“Wah, that’s so kind of you (Y/n)-ah. Thank you!” Taeyong exclaimed and took the grocery bags for you.

You smiled and turned to find Mark. He barely acknowledged you when he came over. But you chose to brush it off, taking it as him just being tired from practice. However, his behavior didn’t change as time passed on. You tried to catch his eyes now and then, as the guys conversed with each other. After a while, you worked up the courage to say something to him. 

You gently nudged his knee. “Babe, are you alright? You haven’t eaten anything.”

“I’m not hungry,” Mark muttered, causing you to feel only more worried. 

He never responded to you so coldly before. Still not wanting to give up so fast, you picked up one of the snacks and reached for him to take it.

“Are you sure? I got the chips you liked—” You started to say before Mark slammed the chip bag down on the floor. His actions caused you to flinch and gained attention from the other members.

He sighed in frustration, “Can you just stop? Seriously, just because I’ve been busy, it doesn’t mean you can just come in during our dance practices like this. You don’t need to be so clingy.”

The room fell silent, as they stared at the boy in slight shock. Surely none of them, including you, had expected him to lash out like this. Immediately you felt a lump in the back of your throat. You were both hurt by his words and embarrassed that this had to happen in front of his members.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt that way,” You mumbled, slowly getting up on your feet. 

Quickly realizing what he just said, Mark and some of the other members called your name as you left. But you couldn’t look back, too afraid to let them see you cry. You never expected Mark to speak so harshly toward you. Usually, he was so sweet and gentle with his words.

His words kept replaying through your head, during the bus ride and when you returned home. Maybe you were clingy and didn’t notice until now. Regardless, Mark was clearly annoyed by you. You laid in your bed, angrily wiping away the tears that continued to fall.

Mark had accidentally brought you back down into a spiral of dark thoughts and insecurities. It’s been a long time since you’ve had a depressive episode, and you’ve nearly forgotten what it was like. But from experience, you knew this was only the beginning of a breakdown.

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“Dude, that wasn’t okay,” Johnny called him out. He was the first one to speak up after you had left. Mark had his head in his hands, hating himself. 

“I know Hyung, I messed up.”

This was not he had wanted things to go. He had been trying to keep all his feelings to himself, though he knew he could withstand his stress for only so long. Truly, he hadn’t meant to take his frustrations out on you.

Mark texted you and tried calling, but you didn’t pick up. Sighing to himself, he decided to let it go for now. Maybe you were asleep and would respond tomorrow. But you didn’t reply the next day or the day after that.

As the days passed by, Mark felt more anxious. He could tell you were distancing yourself away from him. You guys rarely fought, so he wasn’t sure what to do. The members had never seen the rapper in such a gloomy mood. They were concerned for both of you.

“I just saw (Y/n) at the store,” said Haechan one day. 

Mark sprang up from his seat, “Really? Did she say anything to you?”

“Nothing much. But she didn’t look too good, Hyung.” The maknae went to sit beside him. “It’s been a week already. You should talk to her.”

“I don’t know, Haechan-ah.” Mark started to shake his head. “I don’t want to hurt her more than I already have.”

Haechan sighed, “Just apologize to her. You need her right now, and she needs you.”

After some contemplating, Mark decided to go see you as Haechan suggested. When you went to answer the door, he quickly noticed the change in you. You looked as if you hadn’t slept in days, and appeared to have lost some weight too. Mark hated to see you like this, knowing he was the cause.

“Mark? What are you doing here?” You asked. He nearly broke down, when he heard how weak your voice sounded.

Trying to hold himself together, “(Y/n)-ah, can we talk?”

He saw the brief hesitation in your expression before you stepped away from the door.

“Come in.”

The two of you awkwardly settled in the living room. You had grabbed a yellow cat plushie that Mark had won for you at an arcade. You held the stuffed animal close, unsure of what to expect.

Just apologize to her, Mark remembered Haechan’s words. That was what he needed to start with.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, (Y/n)-ah,” He breathed. “I didn’t mean what I said to you the other day. I was just tired and wasn’t thinking properly.”

A small smile formed on your lips as you shook your head. “No, I understand. You’ve been so stressed with work. I can hardly blame you for getting upset.”

“But that doesn’t excuse how I treated you,” Mark said. “You’ve been nothing but supportive and understanding. While I’ve only caused you pain.”

He hung his head low, afraid to make eye contact with you. He was taken aback when you placed your hand on top of his.

“I forgive you, Mark,” You spoke softly. “Just try not to bottle all your stress anymore. I’m your girlfriend for a reason, you know.”

“I know. I’ll come to you from now on, I promise.”

Your heart broke when you saw the tears in his eyes. You didn’t have a second thought before engulfing the boy in a much-needed embrace. Mark smiled, as your chin rested on his shoulder. He missed this. 

You felt him place a kiss on your temple before he held you closer and whispered,

“We’re going to be okay.”

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[frogtanii]

iwaizumi was... overwhelmed, to say the least.

the past few days had been such a whirlwind of change that hajime could barely properly process, much less appropriately react to it all, so he behaved much like a zombie, saying yes when prompted, signing papers when told, and packing up what was his entire life for the past 11 months.

wow. iwaizumi collapsed on his bed as he scanned his now barren bedroom. he’d been here for almost a year and yet, all his belongings were in boxes within a couple of days.

hajime couldn’t keep the disbelieving chuckle from escaping his chest as he leaned back on his bed, dark brown eyes trained on the ceiling.

it felt like he’d spent such a large chunk of his life trapped in this house, under the foot of the woman who he thought he’d marry but in reality, he’d been in little leagues longer than he’d been in love.

iwaizumi scoffed and rolled his eyes. yeah, “in love”. it’d been about a week since his whole life started to unravel and he had hardly seen, let alone spoken to meiko throughout that entire time.

over text, she’d sworn up and down that she loved and cared about him but as she passed by him packing his things a few days ago, she’d barely spared him a second glance.

hajime wasn’t going to lie. it hurt. he’d opened his heart up to her, something he didn’t do easily, and she’d taken his trust and used it to twist him into her weapon.

he always believed he was stronger than this — he’d never forget his mother telling him so when he was younger. he had fallen and scraped his knee yet he refused to cry to keep from upsetting his mom. iwaizumi existed to live up to what his mother thought of him but here he was, completely enveloped in meiko’s shit, doing her dirty work and following her bidding like some mutt.

god, toorū was right. he really was her bitch.

“i could hear you thinking from down the hall, iwa-chan.” speak of the devil...

oikawa stood at his doorway, leaning against the frame with a posture that seemed relaxed at first glance but if you looked a little closer, you’d notice the tenseness in his shoulders and the tightness of his smile.

hajime quickly sat up on his bed before motioning for his old friend to enter. “uh, yeah,” he began, his voice cracking a little from disuse, “i have a lot to think about.”

the light haired brunette let out an understanding hum before wandering into the room, sharp observant eyes darting to look at all the empty walls. “looks like you’re all packed.”

“pretty much,” iwaizumi nodded before the room fell into an awkward silence, the two childhood friends completely avoiding one another’s eyes.

“look, i-“

“iwa-chan, i’m-“

they both paused for a moment before bursting into laughter, the sound carrying into the hall and throughout the house.

hajime wiped a few stray tears from his eyes, shaking his head at their awkwardness. “you first, shittykawa.”

toorū gasped in halfhearted mock offense before quickly sobering up, training iwaizumi with a completely serious look. “i’m sorry and before you go on some bullshit, self sacrificing rant, you’re not the only one to blame for what happened to our friendship.”

he sighed while making his way to iwaizumi’s bed, sitting down gently beside him. “i should’ve known better, okay? i shouldn’t have let my jealousy and insecurities get in between us but i guess i got swept up in the attention, yknow? meiko is actually charming when she wants to be.”

iwaizumi nodded in agreement, knowing all too well how compelling meiko could be. the room fell into a more comfortable silence as both boys escaped into their thoughts, questions about the future of their friendship flitting throughout their minds.

“oh!” oikawa was pulled out of his own head at hajime’s exclamation, his eyes moving to observe his friend dig through his pockets to procure a thick white envelope. “here. i’d like you to give this yn.”

all toorū could do was nod, his brain short circuiting at the sight of iwaizumi’s apparent kindness to the woman he tormented for so long. “uh, what’s in it?” he ventured to ask, his soft hands toying with the sealed envelope flap.

a soft chuckle came from across the bed. “don’t be so nosy toorū, just give it to her, yeah?” oikawa rolled his eyes but obliged, the bed creaking as he stood to his feet.

“so... this is it, huh?” it was like the reality of the situation was just now sinking in — they hadn’t been close in a while but iwaizumi was still his best friend and he wasn’t quite ready to let him go.

they’d been through so much together, practically growing up together and now, they’d only see each other on holidays, if even then, and then he’d never be invited to hajime’s wedding as his best man as they’d planned and he also wouldn’t be the coolest uncle/godfather of iwa’s children and—

“fuck no,” hajime scoffed with a bright grin on his face. “thought you were gonna annoy me til the end of time shittykawa. don’t tell me you’re quitting your job now.”

the hidden meaning behind iwaizumi’s words brought tears to oikawa’s eyes and before he could stop himself, he launched his body into iwa’s arms. hajime hesitated, his hands stuttering at toorū’s sides as though he’d forgotten how to hug but the feeling passed, his arms winding around his friend’s lithe waist.

“‘m gonna miss you hajime,” oikawa’s voice came out as a broken whimper, his arms tightening around his shoulders.

iwaizumi hummed instead of responding, too afraid of his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. they stood there for a moment but the honk of the moving truck outside signaled the both of them of their limited time.

hurriedly, oikawa wiped the tears off his cheeks before waving awkwardly at iwaizumi as he left the room with a friendly, “don’t be a stranger.”

and then he was gone.

toorū finally allowed himself to collapse into sobs on his best friends empty bed, his palms pressing into his eyes as he sat there and just let himself feel.

apparently, he wasn’t crying very quietly because it took only a few moments for you to find him, your soft footsteps alerting him to your presence. oikawa scrambled to wipe away what he knew was an unattractive mixture of tears and snot as you got closer.

you were one of the last people he wanted to see him like this.

“hey,” you whispered, standing a few feet away from him. “um, i know this is probably a bad time but i just wanted to thank you for apologizing? back at the awards show?”

toorū sniffed as he looked up at you with confusion written on his face. “what? you shouldn’t thank me for apologizing. ‘s common courtesy.”

you laughed softly, nodding in agreement. “well, not always. so, thank you.” finished with your piece and not too keen on lingering where you weren’t wanted, you moved towards the door but were swiftly stopped before you got there.

“um, here. it’s from iwa-chan.” you gaped at the thick envelope oikawa was handing you before taking it and opening it, a low curse falling from your lips.

inside the package was a dense wad of cash, more money than you’d seen in months. accompanied with it was a letter, written in beautifully loopy handwriting.

you shut it quickly before oikawa could see, stuffing the envelope deep within your pocket where you could access it alone in the depths of your room.

“do you wanna come eat? last i heard, bokuto and tsumu were doing a cooking competition and i’m sure it’ll be fun to watch.” you were severely thrown off by the money and letter but you were determined to show toorū that you’d accepted his apology and were on your way to making amends.

he gave you a shy nod and trailed behind you to the kitchen, the loud sounds of fire and screaming coming from down the hall. you wanted to focus on the fun and merriment but the envelope was practically burning a hole in your pocket.

later that night, you finally got the chance to open the letter and read it, your former manager’s words bringing tears to your eyes.

dear yn,

i’m probably the last person you expected to hear from. you probably didn’t want to hear from me at all if i’m being honest and i don’t blame you. i know there is nothing i can say that could make up for what i’ve done to you but i��d like to try.

i’m sorry. those words don’t nearly express in and of themselves how truly remorseful i am but they needed to be said. there’s no excuse for how i treated you — not meiko, not my stress, absolutely nothing.

you deserved my common decency and respect and i didn’t give that to you. instead, i abused my position and made your life hell. i’ll never forgive myself for that.

uh, i bet you’re wondering what the money is? i promise i’m not trying to pay you off, it’s just all the money i’ve denied you since you moved here. i have a lot of wrongs to right and this is one of them.

sorry, i’m not very good with words but i just wanted you to know that i’m very sorry for everything that i’ve done. and i’m in no place to make demands or anything but i just wanted to ask if you’d keep an eye on oikawa for me.

he’s strong but he’s also vulnerable. he might be a pain in my ass but he’s my best friend and since i can’t keep him from drowning, i was wondering if you’d do that - not for me but for him.

anyways, this letter is shit but i suppose you get the gist. use the money for whatever you want and if you’re as unselfish as i’ve heard, you don’t owe me anything. you don’t owe me money, kindness, or forgiveness.

take care of yourself,

iwaizumi hajime

℗ poker face

so... this is it

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[catanisgorgeous]

A Very Catty Excuse

Characters: Satan (Shall We Date: Obey Me!), gender-neutral MC (only pronoun used is "you").

Tags: Fluff, (Maybe?) Confessions, lots of kitten playtime^^

For context: You had helped Satan prank Lucifer at breakfast (again) and was subtly kicked out for the day. You didn't feel confident enough going back even as night fell, until your favourite came along to help. Self-reliant MCs for the win, so MC here works evening shifts at Ristorante Six ✨

A/N: Hi there, demons and humans and angels and reapers~ This isn't my first time writing but it sure is my first post so I hope you'll like it! Do drop a like if you do 💚

Ding! The door to Ristorante Six slipped shut, leaving the little old bell swinging and ringing. Tired from an evening of relentless orders, you slumped onto your chair with a sigh.

On any other day you would be cosily asleep by now. But you weren’t feeling too confident about returning today after that scary morning… Turns out, working out a proper prank on Lucifer called for more mental strength than you'll ever have. There was no way you were going to face the demon right now, at least not alone.

And here you are now, hoping for a brother to drop by to walk you home, having hesitated so long that it was beyond dark outside. Pulled a prank on him first thing in the morning, then stayed out late, returned only next morning… Lucifer will definitely not be pleased.

“Great,” you sighed again. “Just great.”

You had almost dozed off when you heard the fourth’s voice vibrating from your D.D.D. “MC, are you awake?”

This rascal! Of course I am, you dolt, do you even REALISE I’m not at home? Was nobody even looking for you? You swipe open the chat to find Satan typing. Meet him outside the gate? Maybe he did know you weren’t home.

“I’ll go!” you texted back, fatigue fading to let excitement take over. Was he actually asking you out? Sure, it was unnervingly late at night but it was to the cat park — how cuter could he get?

Satan: I'll be waiting at the front gate, so hurry up.

You: Why did you invite me?

You couldn’t help but ask: it wasn’t often he asked you out like this... Besides, knowing his sentimental and eloquent speech, you were curious. How would he respond? A sweet “I think my cats would feel just as comfortable with you as I do.” Or maybe a shy “I don’t know… I just wanted you to come with me. Must there be a solid reason?” Oh, the different possiblities that buzzed through your head… until––

Satan: I wanted someone to carry these cat toys for me.

It’s quite embarrassing to be seen holding these little mouse-shaped things.

…Really? He can’t be serious...

And yet now you stand beside this weirdly tall tree, watching him lay out a picnic mat of cat food. All self-esteem had been laid aside for the night. At least he HAD called you outside, whereas the rest of them had forgotten her existence.

Just maybe he had simply been too embarrassed to say anything sweet. Just maybe the cat toys were an excuse.

Either way, now you won’t be sleeping on demon-lurking streets tonight. Seeing the number of kitten litters, you wondered if you’d get any sleep at all. It was rare to come across such a serene area full of nature and peace. Maybe Satan had created or modified this place just for his children. Yes, he insisted that you do not refer to them as mere thoughtless creatures. Whatever that meant.

“MC, I doubt you can stand there all night,” he called, patting a patch of grass underneath the tree, somewhere close to where he sat beside the cats.

You nodded and sat down, crossing your legs underneath and grinning wide when a fluffy white ragdoll leapt onto your lap. “Hello there,” you mumbled, scratching behind its ear with one hand and rubbing its belly with the other.

Satan blinked, watching in silence for a while. “Didn’t realise you were a cat magnet too.”

“Oh, I’m not, just generally nice to them,” you smiled at the kitten’s purr. “I’ve had a pet or two before. One pup and two cats.”

“Sounds lovely.”

“You mean chaotic,” you laughed, shaking your head and pulling the kitten closer. It rolled over, paws outstretched and laid softly against your tummy, letting out a slow, sleepy burp. “Somebody’s eaten too much.”

The demon cleared his throat, drawing your attention back to him. “So, care to explain why you were out this late? All alone?”

You felt your shoulders tense, bit the inside of your cheek.

“Surely it wasn’t because of Lucifer?”

“It’s his house, I wondered if he might just kick me out. Or lock me up,” you shuddered, not knowing which was worse where the oldest was involved. “Besides, I’m an outsider, unlike you, so of course he’d be furious. Didn’t wanna face him…”

Satan watched your piteous expression for a while before scoffing, “He’s too old to hold grudges; he’ll have moved on by breakfast tomorrow.”

You nodded distractedly, relieved the fourth was here to walk you home when morning came. As though sensing your tension, the kitten stirred, rolling closer to your tummy. “Aren’t you the cutest thing,” you scratched her chin, listening to the purrs drifting off.

“She likes you,” Satan smiled. An actual smile, one that caught your breath at the way his eyes twinkled. A thought flashes through your head: Maybe the cat toys really were an excuse.

“You think?” You grin.

He gazes back at you, shrugs with a smirk. “She’s not the only one.”

[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 17

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: You attend the interview and meet up with Steve.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Alas, no sexy flashbacks or whatevah

A/N: A glimpse into what kind of a man Steve is lmfao so excited to write the next few parts sksksksk

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“You’re really not telling me who this Strawberry Tart Guy is?”

It was the fourth time that Bucky had asked you the same question and it was also going to be the fourth time that you were going to respond with the exact same statement.

“No, because it doesn’t matter and it doesn’t concern you.”

Bucky huffed out, shaking his head in disappointment as he continued with the food tasting. Every single time he tried to explain to you or even attempt to guess who Steve was, he was always interrupted.

Perhaps now wasn’t the right time for the talk.

“He’s younger than you, isn’t he?” Bucky said, his tone was confident and sure.

You made a face at him, “Are you still trying to guess who he is? Because you have got to stop, Bucky. You don’t know him, you’re wasting your time.” you told him, “And no, he isn’t younger. I’ve dealt with immature men before and I’d rather not go through the same thing again.” you said, narrowing your eyes at Bucky meaningfully.

“At least I don’t text you with emojis. What is he, sixteen? And that was clearly the shortcake emoji, it wasn’t even close to a tart.”

You snickered, giving Bucky an incredulous look, “What are you, sixteen?” you retorted.

Bucky opened his mouth to defend himself but couldn’t come up with an explanation, “All I’m saying is that I would’ve used a different emoji for that.”

“And what would you use? I bet you a hundred bucks that if you did use emojis to text me, the eggplant one would be the most used.” you rolled your eyes.

The chuckle coming from the lady caught your and Bucky’s attention. You had completely forgotten about her presence in the room as she waited for both your feedback about the food. She clasped her hands together as she looked at you and then at Bucky.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. The both of you are lovely together, reminded me of my husband and I whenever we argued back in the day. Petty things, I tell you. Seemed such a big deal then but looking back, they were nothing but measly arguments.” she said.

You offered a fake smile, “We’re not a couple though.”

“Of course not.” she responded somewhat sarcastically.

“How about we proceed with the dessert so we can leave?” you asked.

-

“She was nosy as fuck.” you said as soon as you and Bucky slipped back into the car.

The food tasting went well and although it was their wedding reception package, everything tasted great. Bucky made the decision to push through with it so as not to cause anymore delays. The event was fast approaching and it would cause some inconvenience if things were to be rescheduled.

Bucky chuckled as he began to drive, “Leave the lady alone, she’s old. Old people always do that.” he said.

“Anyway,” Bucky trailed, his tone becoming more serious. “Maybe we can talk now?” he asked.

“I’m fine with it, I’m just not sure whether the universe is.” you snickered.

Bucky rolled his eyes, “What, you’re into astrology now?” he teased. “Well then, can I speak up now or will there be more interruptions?” Bucky asked out loud.

When a few seconds passed by without anything happening, Bucky heaved out a deep sigh of relief. He opened his mouth to continue with his explanation when his phone started ringing, making you obnoxiously laugh out loud.

“Guess that means no.” you shrugged.

“Goddammit.” Bucky huffed out, fishing his phone out of his pocket.

You noticed the way Bucky’s expression instantly changed upon checking his phone. He glanced at you and then back at his phone, clicking his tongue before declining it. Not more than five seconds later and his phone began to ring again.

“You’re not going to get that?” you asked.

“It’s my dad.” Bucky curtly responded, his brows furrowing into his forehead as he focused on the road ahead.

It was incredible how his dad managed to shift his mood just like that. The playful Bucky you had been dealing with for most of the day, gone and replaced by his usual cold demeanor. You felt bad for him though, how his own father had such a negative effect on him. It impressed you how Bucky managed to deal with that for so long.

The ringing continued and from the looks of it, his father didn’t seem to have any intention to stop. Bucky cursed under his breath and hastily grabbed his phone again, accepting the call this time around.

“What do you want?” he coldly answered, followed by a moment of silence.

His jaw ticked as he listened to his father and whatever it was they were talking about, it was getting on his nerves. You could see the way Bucky would grit his teeth every now and then, his chest heavily rising and falling with every rapid breath he took.

“Did you really call just to tell me how I should be doing things?” he bitterly laughed into the phone.

“I’m not taking my decision back, he’s out of my company. He’s your friend, not mine.” and with that, Bucky ended the call.

Judging from the bits and pieces you heard, you figured it was about Bucky’s decision to remove Howard Stark as a shareholder. Stark Industries and Barnes Group of Companies go way back due to the friendship between Howard and Bucky’s father. However, when news about Howard’s connections with questionable people surfaced, Bucky decided to cut him off to protect the company’s image.

“You alright?” you asked, noticing how Bucky had gotten extremely anxious after the phone call.

He glanced at you quickly, forcing a smile. “He’s the largest shareholder of the company, a lot of people aren’t happy with my decision.”

You didn’t know much about running a company, but the situation sounded really bad. You could tell that Bucky merely revealed the tip of the iceberg, that there was more to it. He must have noticed the concern in your face because he let out an amused laugh.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s my problem not yours.” he reassured.

Upon arriving back at the office, Beverly quickly notified Bucky of the phone calls he needed to return. He turned to you with an apologetic gaze, promising you that he’d explain as soon as he gets the chance to do so.

“At the event.” you said.

“What?”

“We can talk at the event. Hopefully by then, we won’t get interrupted. Besides, we’d both be really busy next week.” you suggested.

Bucky nodded albeit sadly, knowing that the event also meant your departure from the company.

-

Good luck today! Meet me after your interview? 😊

You had just secured a parking spot outside of Shield Recruitment Firm’s building when you received a text from Steve. It felt odd to be receiving texts from him since the two of you only exchanged a few words. But Steve seemed like a really nice person, it felt easy to warm up to his attitude.

Sure! Just let me know where to meet, see you!

Taking your bag and an envelope, you stepped out of your car and headed inside the building. You were instantly ushered into a small meeting room when you gave the receptionist your name.

A few minutes later, a tall woman stepped inside with a friendly smile.

“Hi, Maria Hill. Thank you so much for coming today.” She greeted, shaking your hand before inviting you to sit back down.

Maria went on to explain that their firm was hired to process all the applicants for the company in search for the right candidates. She gave a little more information about the process before requesting for a copy of your resume and the forms she had previously asked you to fill out.

“Here you go.” You told her, handing over the documents.

Maria skimmed through the papers before facing you once more, “Alright, so as promised, I will be disclosing the details about the company. We’re looking for a Brand Manager for the hotel, Infinity Residences. Are you familiar with it?” She asked.

You nodded with a little bit of a frown, knowing the history behind the said hotel. “If I may ask, didn’t they announce that they will be closing down due to financial issues?” You curiously asked.

Maria lightly laughed, nodding her head. “Yes, I know it sounds worrisome. However, J.R. International decided to add the hotel in their roster and is now planning to have it undergo major rebranding. Hence, the Brand Manager position.” She continued to explain.

J.R. International just happened to be one of the largest hotel chains in the country and recently, they started to venture out into other countries as well. They’re a pretty big deal as opposed to what Steve told you.

The interview continued and Maria clearly explained that the Brand Manager position was a very vital one, given that the responsibilities were focused on building the hotel’s new image after almost being shut down. She seemed impressed by your work experience and informed you that she will be discussing your application with the hiring manager.

“Please expect an update about the status of your application within the next week.” she said and shook your hand again before leading you out of the room.

When you checked for your phone, Steve had already messaged you.

I’ll see you at the coffee shop across the building!☕

-

“You’ve got some explaining to do.” you said as soon as you sat across Steve.

He looked extra formal today, clad in a white dress shirt and black tie, topped with a navy blue suit. Steve stared at you with amusement, chuckling to himself as he called for a waiter.

“Nothing too big? That’s what you said about the company which turned out to be J.R. International!” you told him.

Steve shrugged, “The job was for Infinity Residences, technically it isn’t a big company...yet.” he explained.

You and Steve talked about your interview while the both of you had brunch. When you felt like you were the only one doing the talking, you decided to turn the tables around and ask more about him.

“So what do you do over at J.R. International?” you asked, “With how enthusiastic you are with my interview, I’m starting to suspect you’re getting commission for every successful recruit.” you eyed him suspiciously.

Steve laughed and shook his head, “I’m in the operations department, it’s a boring job.” he said. “You know I never asked, where do you work?” he asked, resting his forearms on the table as he leaned forward.

Not wanting to give out a lot of details, you gave a pretty vague answer. “I’m in the automotive industry.”

Steve looked impressed, “That’s interesting. Why’d you want to leave?” he asked, taking a sip from his iced tea. “If you don’t mind me asking.” he quickly explained.

You hummed and thought about what to say because honestly, the only reason why you wanted to leave was because of Bucky. It’s not like you can say that you fucked the CEO and things went to shit, right?

“Initially, I assumed it was about compensation but seeing your expression now? I’m guessing it has something to do with the management.” Steve guessed.

You nervously laughed, “Uh well, there are a lot of factors.” you said, dancing around the topic.

Steve grinned as he rested against his chair, crossing his large arms over his chest. “Your boss is an asshole.” he chuckled.

You made a face, squinting your eyes at him, “Well, you’re not entirely wrong. But I also just wanted to try out something new, you know? A change of environment would be really nice.”

All throughout lunch, you had enjoyed Steve’s company. He was very easy to get along with and was genuinely kind. He had insisted on paying for everything, given that he was the one who invited you for lunch but you politely turned him down and offered to split the bill instead.

“You’re very persistent.” Steve chuckled as he watched you bring out some cash.

You shrugged with nonchalance, “What can I say, I’m an independent woman.” you laughed.

“So I guess that means you’re single, then?” Steve curiously asked but it didn’t sound like there was malice in it.

There was something so naive and innocent about Steve that made him feel like a breath of fresh air to be around with. He wasn’t intimidating despite his good-looks and he seemed like a really down to earth kind of guy.

“Well, yeah.” you said, unaware of how unsure your face looked.

Steve shook his head in amusement, “I’m gonna go with complicated.” he stated, “You’re very easy to read, not going to lie.” he said.

You playfully rolled your eyes, “Guess I can’t keep secrets around you.” you said.

After paying the bill, Steve walked you out of the coffee shop and to your car, “Hey, thanks again for the referral.” you said.

“Happy to help, do keep me updated on the status of your application. Maybe if you get the job we can go have dinner?” he asked with a hopeful smile.

You lightly laughed, “And if I don’t get the job?” you asked.

Steve shrugged, placing his hands in the pockets of his pants. “I’d still want to take you out. Only if you’re up for it, of course.” he explained.

“Take me out with a sniper or to dinner?” you joked.

Steve feigned to be thinking hard, “You know what, you choose. I’m up for both.” he said, making you laugh out loud.

You smiled at him before slipping inside your car, “I’ll think about it, Steve.”

-

Your interview and Steve’s invitation to dinner was long forgotten during the next few days due to the final preparations for the launch event. True enough, Bucky was just as busy as you were to the point that you rarely ran into each other at the office. You were working mostly with Sam and your team, going back and forth with suppliers to check whether everything was in order.

Of course, Sam made it a point to remind you of his pending offer which you needed to decide on as soon as the event was over.

Now that you were thinking about it, you had a lot of things to deal with after the event. The adrenaline rush prevented you from thinking about all these things you needed to face. Your resignation, Sam’s offer, informing Bev and Mark that you were leaving and well, the talk with Bucky.

Your drive home from work gave you some quiet time to wind down from a busy day at work. It was now a little past ten on a Tuesday night, you needed to render some overtime to finish everything since the event was already tomorrow.

It felt weird to not be occupied with work, it gave some room for your forgotten thoughts to resurface, most of them involving your and Bucky’s relationship.

As if on cue, your phone buzzed with a message from Bucky.

Ready for tomorrow?

You waited until you reached your apartment building to type in a reply.

I guess? I hope everything goes according to plan.

As soon as you reached your floor, you immediately noticed the huge silver box at your doorstep. It was tied with a black, silk ribbon around it and didn’t have some sort of a card or anything. Frowning, you brought it inside and placed it on top of your bed.

You received another message from Bucky.

I’m sure it will, I owe you for this event.

Don’t speak too soon, you might jinx it! Aren’t you nervous? With your dad being there…

I trust you enough to know that everything will be perfect.

Reading Bucky’s message made you let out a strangled groan, hating how it made your stomach flutter. Not wanting to dwell on Bucky’s never ending effect on you, you threw your phone aside and focused on the box instead.

Opening it, you realized that it was a black dress. A white envelope was placed on top of the fabric, which by the way, seemed expensive. Taking out the card from the envelope, you found out that it was obviously from Bucky.

Beverly mentioned in passing that you didn’t have time to buy something to wear for the event. Please don’t take this the wrong way, I just want to help. Consider this a little gift of appreciation for all the hardwork.

You deserve to look the most beautiful during the event you worked so hard for.

I can’t wait to finally talk to you after. Hope the universe lets me though.

P.S. I hope I got the size correctly, I just based it on my memory.

- B

You would have melted right there and then if it wasn’t for that last statement about Bucky’s memory of your body. However, the gift still managed to put a smile on your face. You gave up on the idea of shopping for a new dress given how busy you were and Bucky’s gesture, no matter how simple he thought it might be, was actually a big deal for you.

You didn’t have anything decent to wear for the event and you weren’t able to borrow some from your friends either.

Pulling the dress (inspo - https://ibb.co/LpDnqqh) out from the box, you gasped at how beautiful and classy it was. Rushing into the bathroom, you quickly put it on to see how it would fit you. Grabbing your phone, you quickly sent a message to Bucky.

I’ll see you tomorrow, Bucky.

And thank you for the dress, it fits perfectly. Guess I should be thanking your razor sharp memory too.

[choking-on-tae]

ATEEZ Reaction to: Your first time together

A/N: I wanna write more stuff for ATEEZ because I love them so much and I thought this would be cute. I miss Mingi so much I really hope he's doing well <3. Anyways as usual gifs aren't mine and credits to the rightful owners! xx

Seonghwa

This man would be so fucking soft. Just like with your first kiss he wants everything to be perfect and had everything planned out. A nice dinner at your favorite restaurant then you'd go back to his place where his bed is covered in rose petals and there's a bottle of wine with two glasses on his nightstand. Pretty perfect, right?

You chuckle at his cheesiness as you playfully shake your head. Seonghwa chuckles at your reaction as he feels a blush creeping up to his cheeks. He didn't do too much, did he? Seonghwa starts to second guess himself for a bit, awkwardly scratching the back of his head as he looks at you.

You notice his reaction and feel your eyes widen. "Hwa, don't worry this is perfect. I think this is really sweet. Thank you."

Seonghwa's doubts vanish as a bright smile spreads across his face. He makes his way towards you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you against him as he leans in to press a kiss against your forehead. You place your hand on the back of his neck and pull him down so you can press your lips against his.

Seonghwa instantly kisses you back as he pulls you tighter against him, a soft groan escaping his lips when he feels your hands trail down his chest. He moves to sit down on the bed, pulling you with him as straddle him. Your lips never leaving his as he moves to lay down fully. You smile against his lips as he turns you over so now you're the one who's laying on their back.

Seonghwa hums against your lips as he places his hands on either side of your head, pulling back slightly so he's able to look you in the eyes. Smirking down at you as his finger trails down your chest.

"You've no idea how long I've been waiting for this."

Hongjoong

I feel like Hongjoong would try to do much, like Seonghwa, but it doesn't end up working out that way. What I mean by that is that your first time together wasn't planned. It just happened when you invited Hongjoong to his apartment, even thought it was 2 am. You knew he was up and working in his study. When he texted you that he was going back to the dorms you invited him over to your place. Hongjoong was surprised that you were still up but came over anyways.

That's how you two ended up on the couch, the movie in front of you long forgotten as you talk about everything. Hongjoong tells you about everything that's been bothering him and you listen, which isn't something he's used to, but he appreciates it a lot. Once he finishes talking he cuddles up to you, laying down on your chest as he wraps his arms around your middle. You lean down to press a kiss against his forehead, which makes Hongjoong chuckle as he presses himself up enough to kiss you.

You respond immediately, grabbing his collar to pulling him closer to you. Hongjoong smirks against your lips as he hears you let out a soft moan. He pulls back and crooks his eyebrow, biting down on his bottom lip as he stares at you.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" He asks, eyeing you up and down with that same look of hunger in his eyes.

"I am, but maybe we shouldn't do this on the couch, hm?"

Hongjoong hums in agreement as he helps you off of the couch, grabbing your arm and dragging you to you bedroom. You can't help but giggle as you two hastily make your way inside.

"A bed is much more comfortable than a couch anyways."

Yunho

Yunho would be somewhere in between Seonghwa and Hongjoong. As in that he did plan something, but didn't go as out as Seonghwa. He took you out for dinner first, to your favorite restaurant and now you two are cuddles up on the couch, watching a new episode of your favorite series when you feel Yunho's hand creeping up your thigh, making you giggle softly.

"I thought you wanted to watch the new episode."

Yunho smirks at you as he wiggles his eyebrows, making you laugh and playfully push him away. "Oh my god stop that."

Now it's Yunho's turn to laugh as he leans closer to you, trapping your body underneath his own. You smile up at your boyfriend as he gently brushes his thump across your cheek, pulling your face slightly closer to his so he can kiss you.

Yunho deepens the kiss almost instantly as his hand moves to your neck, tilting it so he has better access. You tangle your hand in Yunho's hair as you pull him closer so he's not fully on top of you. Moving one hand to support his weight while the other moves down your body.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you look at Yunho with big eyes. "Do you want this too baby?" He asks, his voice soft while his eyes are clouded with lust.

The fact that he still asks for your consent makes you smile. So you nod your head and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down again as he chuckles softly.

"I just wanted to make sure you were really-" "-I am! Thank you for asking, but I really do want this. Probably as much as you do."

Yunho's eyes widen upon hearing your words as a cheeky smile spreads across his lips. "Oh really? Prove it to me then."

Yeosang

I feel like with Yeosang there wouldn't be anything planned. Yes you two talked about it before but he didn't take you out to dinner of something like that when it happened. Yeosang was staying over at your place, playing your favorite game when he became distracted. He suddenly didn't feel like playing anymore when he saw how cute yet beautiful you looked. You had just taken a shower previously and aren't wearing any makeup. That's when Yeosang finds you most beautiful. Yes he thinks you look pretty with makeup on but he prefers to see you without it, or with minimal makeup so he's able to see your natural beauty.

You're so caught in your game you startle a little when you feel Yeosang tug a strand of hair behind your ear. You pause the game before turning to him, raising your eyebrow at him as you see him smiling softly at you.

"What's it?"

"Nothing. I just think you look beautiful like this."

Your cheeks flush as you nervously bite down on your bottom lip. Yeosang chuckles at the sight as he moves closer so his legs are touching yours. This time he reaches out to gentle cup your jaw, bringing your face closer to his for a kiss. You respond immediately as you throw away the controller and grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer.

Yeosang smirk against your lips as he pushes you down gently so you're laying on your back, climbing in top of you as he reconnects your lips. This time the kiss more desperate than before as you tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging on his locks as he groans softly.

"You really don't want to know what I'm thinking right now." He groans, pulling back slightly so he's able to look at you.

A teasing smirk spreads across your face as you tilt your head slightly, staring up at him with a playful glimmer in your eye.

"Really? Well, maybe I do want to know. Why don't you show me?"

San

I feel like it could go both ways with San. I see him as someone who's quite romantic so I think he'd might plan some things such as your favorite takeout, or something like that. Or it'd be completely spontaneous. Let's go with the first one. San didn't particularly plan on having your first time happen that night but after you had finished eating and were settled on the couch it popped up in his head again. You had talked about it in advance, so it wasn't like he wasn't sure if you were ready yet. With that out of the way San wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you against him, making you chuckle.

"What are you doing?"

"I just want to cuddle."

You look up at your boyfriend and notice a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. Shaking your head playfully as you gently brush your thump across his cheek. "I don't think that's all you want to do. Am I right?"

San feels his cheeks heat up as he nods his head, his shy demeanor immediately making place for a playful one. San pushes you down gently until you're laying on your back and climbs on top of you, wiggling his eyebrows playfully as neither of you can hold back your laughter.

You softly hit his chest as San smiles brightly at you, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against yours before pressing a soft kiss against your cheek.

"Do you want to..?"

You nod your head as you grab the back of his neck and pull him down so you can kiss him properly. San eagerly responds as he rests his weight on top of you, practically pressing you against the couch as he grinds his hips into yours. You gasp into his mouth at the friction and pull his hair, making him moan in return.

Mingi

You two are just laying in bed, talking about random things when he brings it up. "I was just wondering.." He starts off, suddenly feeling quite nervous as he looks at you.

You softly nod your head, encouraging him to keep going, which he eventually does. "We've been together for a while now and I thought that maybe we could.. uhm.. you know.. if you're ready fo-"

You chuckle softly as you rest your head on your hand, staring at your boyfriend lovingly as his cheeks turn a soft shade of pink. Mingi nervously bites down on his bottom lip as he waits for your response. Sensing his nerves you move a little closer to him and take his face in between your hands, bringing it closer to yours to press a kiss against his lips.

When you pull back Mingi is smiling brightly. The nerves from before disappeared as he feels butterflies erupt in his stomach.

"Of course I want to. Are you okay with this?"

You've never seen Mingi nods so fast in his life. Realizing that he must appear a little too eager he chuckles softly as he hides his face behind his hands. You laugh at his reaction as you take his hands in yours, pulling his back from his face so you're able to look at him again.

"Don't hide from me baby. I want to see you when we make love."

Wooyoung

You and Wooyoung have made out countless of times before, but you never went further than that. That's how you find yourself on your couch, your body beneath Wooyoung's as he's trapped you between his body and the couch. He might have gotten a little too jealous catching you talking with one of your friends. Not that you mind in the slightest when this is how he responds. He groans against your lips when he feels you wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him tighter against you.

Wooyoung pulls back, panting heavily as he stares down at you. Lust evident in his eyes as he tries to compose himself.

"Y/N.. I.. I don't think I'll be able to hold back if we continue this."

Instead of nodding and pushing him off of you, like he expected, he sees you smiling up at him and grabbing the collar of his shirt. Pulling him down so his lips are barely brushing against yours. His eyes find yours as he gulps softly, trying to look for any sight of discomfort. Only to see your smile turn into a smirk as you crook your eyebrow at him.

"Well, what if I don't want you to hold back?"

Wooyoung's eyes widen slightly before a bright smile spreads across his face. He crashes his lips against yours as his hands move down your body. You eagerly kiss him back as you run your nails down his back, making Wooyoung groan as he deepens the kiss. One hand finding your jaw as he tilts your head so he has better access.

Jongho

I think that with Jongho is would be a spur of the moment kind of thing. He hadn't planned it out but neither of you were complaining. The movie you had picked turns out to be quite boring, so instead of continuing to watch it you come up with a better idea. You swing your leg across Jongho as you straddle him, making his eyes widen as he reaches for the remote. Pausing the movie to give you his full attention.

"What's it baby? I thought you wanted to watch the movie?" He asks, his hands immediately finding their way to your hips as he looks into your eyes.

"Well, the movie is boring. I thought we could do something more fun."

Jongho instantly catches on as he chuckles softly, raising his eyebrow as he tightens his grip on your hips. "Ah really? Well what is it you're thinking about then?"

You smirk at your boyfriend as you run your hands down his chest, making Jongho gulp as he tries to keep his eyes on yours.

"Well, remember what we talked about the other day? I'm ready. If you are too."

Jongho hums in response as he leans in until his lips are brushing against yours. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

That's all Jongho needs to hear as he crashes his lips against yours. You wrap your arms around his neck as you feel him standing up, carrying you to what you assume is your bedroom as your back meets the matrass. Jongho climbs down on top of you as he reconnects your lips immediately. You run your fingers through his hair as his hands run all over your body, making you moan softly against his lips.

Jongho smirks against your lips as he pulls back enough to be able to look at you. "I've really wanted to do this for a while now. I can't wait to make you mine."

[floraltypes]

lots of innocent and not so innocent touches

With Dwayne Pride if you wright for him if you don't just Gibbs please <3

who - leroy jethro gibbs x reader

an - i’m sorry! i haven’t seen ncis new orleans, so i probably couldn’t write dwayne very well … hope this is okay, for some reason i had trouble writing it :/

please continue to send in asks !!

unedited :/

Blankets surrounded your body, your leg ontop of another while light snores left your mouth. Hair was messed up and a hand was slowly moving to stroke your cheek. The curtains allowed peaks of the sunlight to peak through in your bedroom. A man lying beside you in his sweatpants and old tee.

The grey haired, older, man kept his eyes on your peacefully sleeping face, truly enjoying whatever dream you were imagining. He made no move to remove your leg from the top of his, but did make a move to place his fingers above your face, lightly pushing some stray baby hairs away.

A part of him silently cursed to himself, wishing that he had learned how to work his phone better, then being able to snap a photo of this calming moment for his own purposes.

Gibbs wouldn’t admit it to you, but these moments were more important to him than working on a boat, or the thrill after finally catching a bastard. There was something so domestic, so calming, with these times spent together. Time for him to think to himself, and also have the one he loves so much be so close.

Time to think about the past, and wonder how he got lucky enough for it to land here. Though, he may have lost a lot, and they would never be forgotten, he was grateful for another opportunity at pure happiness.

But his time to enjoy the peacefulness soon ended with a ring of a cellphone, causing you to stir a bit in your sleep. You eventually opened your eyes, staring up at the man who now had the hand that was formally on your face, resting on your chest.

“What’s that?” You questioned, trying to sit up and rub your eyes. “Can you get it?”

“It’s your cellphone,” He answered, missing the warmth of your leg, now having it be moved to lay on the mattress itself.

“Mmk,” You mumbled, reaching over to your side table and grabbing it. Flipping the screen up, you moved it to your ear. “L/n,” You tried to make your morning voice sound more as your own.

“If it isn’t little Y/n!” A cheerful voice spoke loudly on the other line. “Ya miss me?”

“No. What do you need?” You rolled your eyes, getting off of the bed, Gibbs eyes traveling your body as you walked to your dresser, picking out a outfit. “Mhm, okay,” You nodded to yourself. “I’ll be there, text me the address. Oh. Never mind then. Bye.”

Gibbs got out of the bed, going to stand beside you. He silently observed as you rolled your eyes once again, opening another drawer, he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest, a small kiss on the inside of your neck.

“Who’s that?”

“A old coworker.” You opened your underwear drawer, picking a pair for the day.

“Purple,” Gibbs commented, as you dropped the blue pair back into the others, reaching for the one he chose.

“Gosh, it’s like we really are married,” You laughed to yourself, looking back at his straight face. “Sorry, you would know too much about that. But that’s not my point, there is a dead marine there and that means we’ve got work.”

“You didn’t seem to happy to hear from him,” Gibbs unwrapped his arms as you moved to your closet, picking out a dress shirt.

“I wasn’t. He’s annoying and almost cost me my job at the time. But, it’s our job, we have to go, so grab your clothes in the bottom drawers,” You turned around and pointed at the dresser that held some of his items, now finding what you needed and beginning to change.

———————-

“If you are all interested to know… I spent the morning watching a old TV show airing about a classic comedic couple who travels the world with their adopted son,” Tony announced to no one in particular, sitting at his desk as the others sat at theirs.

Ziva had her arms crossed, leaning back in her chair a bit. McGee sat in his, rubbing his eyes and looking down at his phone.

“What did you do this morning, McGee?” Ziva looked over to McGee, watching as his eyebrows furrowed.

“Trying to work on my new writing.. but for my character, uh, Miranda, I need a good backstory for her, people are really grasping onto her character from the former story. I’ve read some things saying they think she’ll get with Gibbs, I mean Libbs!”

“Interesting,” Ziva tsked. “I read the story and your Miranda character, who is obviously Y/n, and I don’t see it.”

“You know nothing about romance, Ziva,” Tony waltzed over, his own coffee in hand and his face near hers. “I think no one expects you to think about who would get together. But, no, I don’t see Gibbs getting with someone like L/n who is very, you know-”

“I’m what, DiNozzo?” You walked in, moving straight to your desk as you placed your bag down.

“Amazing! I meant, you’re so great that someone like Gib-” Tony looked at Ziva’s eyes widen. “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?”

“Someone like me, now what’s that, DiNozzo?” Gibbs questioned.

“Uh-” Gibbs smacked the back of DiNozzos head, moving over to his own desk.

“Dead sailor, body is already getting examined by Ducky and some visitors are coming to drop off some of the evidence.” Gibbs informed everyone.

“They think this sailor had something to do with a past robbery and murder, a cold case,” You clarified.

“L/n!” A guy smiled widely, another girl following in pursuit behind him as he walked to you with his arms wide open. “It’s been too long,” He quickly hugged you, tightening his grip around your shoulders and moving his hands to cup your face. “You still look as beautiful as ever!”

“Y/n, is that your boyfriend?” Ziva inquired.

“He looks a little out of her leagu-” You shot DiNozzo a look. “Or not?”

“Ah no,” The man laughed. “Old coworkers, that is Lila and I’m Carson, nice to meet you guys.”

“If your old coworkers, you must have a ton of embarrassing stories about Y/n!” DiNozzo beamed, moving closer to Carson.

“Uh, a few,” He responded. “We only worked together for a year or two, some, but not a ton.”

“Some will do.”

“DiNozzo, we aren’t here to make friends we are here to solve a murder,” Gibbs shot him a look and hit the back of his head.

“Right, sorry, boss.” DiNozzo put his head down like a sad puppy dog and made his way back to his desk. The two visitors looked at the scene that had just happened oddly.

“We brought all of our evidence, not much, but something,” Lila announced, placing the box on the table now and taking some of it out. “Should we get started?”

“I’ll show you to Abby, she is our forensic analysts and will probably want to take a look at this stuff for herself,” McGee told Lila, putting the evidence back in the box and letting her grab it, soon walking towards the elevator.

“You think I could check out the body?” Carson asked you. “It might be good to see what he looked like more and talk with your doctor.”

“That makes sense, I’ll show you to him,” You smiled at your old coworker and took another way to Ducky’s area.

The both of you chatted on the way down, catching up with how things differ since you worked there and a bit about your new workplace here.

“I really thought you would be Jeremy, the one who called me. I was a bit worried,” You laughed, walking into Autopsy with Carson as Ducky moved near you.

“Hello, dear, who’s this?” Ducky questioned, Jimmy moved near his boss.

“Hey, Ducky, this is Carson. Carson, this is Doctor Mallard. He is a old coworker of mine, Ducky,” You told the older man. “That’s Jimmy, he is Ducky’s assistant.”

Ducky began to explain how the man had died, pointing out various things on the body and even putting in a few past experiences of his own into the conversation.

Soon the four of you had heard the doors open, turning around to catch the view of your boyfriend entering into the room and moving to stand right in between you and Carson.

“I just want to hear some of the explanation myself, you can continue, Ducky,” Gibbs commented, all of your eyes turning back onto Ducky who was back to talking.

You felt a warm, larger hand travel to the middle of your back, a thumb softly pressing into the fabric that covered your skin. You turned your head slightly to make eye contact with Gibbs, but he just continued to stare forward ignoring it.

It was like a goosebump went up your spine, yet it wasn’t not encouraged. It was a bit of a energetic feeling, so you rejoiced in the innocent touch, a sign he was there.

Eventually, Ducky was done with his long explanation and you were back to heading upstairs with Carson and Gibbs to do more research regarding the deadman and cold case.

“So, Y/n, I was thinking we could go out to lunch or something soon to really catch up, outside of work,” Carson mentioned while you three were on the elevator ride up.

You were surprised at his somewhat boldness to announce this in front of your boss (and boyfriend), but he was always a very open person, kind and open.

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” You replied.

“We are busy most afternoons.” Gibbs added. “So, if you plan it at some ridiculous time don’t expect my agent to be able to make it.”

The doors soon chimed open and Carson quickly left, making a bee line straight to Lila. Gibbs let you leave first, placing another palm against your back to secretly lead you back to where the desks were, even though you knew where you were going.

———————

The rest of the day was spent with much more working diligently. You all had made some progress but not enough, and you could tell it was really getting to Gibbs. He dismissed everyone and told them to come back in the early hours in the morning.

Gibbs had told you that he was going to stay and work on this some more, so you told him you would stay as well and order some food. Once Carson had heard that, he decided that he would do the same.

A hour later, three burgers arrive and you hand them out to the two other men, soon taking a bite into yours. A bit of the condiment had spewed onto the corners of your mouth, but your hunger caught up with you, continuing to avoid the feeling for a moment and just eat.

Carson caught the look of your messiness, breaking off into a small laugh, and you joining, him then making a joke about how this used to be a regular for you. Gibbs got up from his seat with a napkin and bent over a bit to wipe it away from your mouth.

It was certainly a small gesture, but had caught you and Carson off guard, the both of you quieting. You just stared back at him while he continued to eat with a pride grin on his lips, looking over the papers.

It seemed like a blessing from the sky when Gibbs had finally connected the pieces. Everyone was called back in to look over what he found and to excite a plan on how to continue. You all were able to get the murderer into custody and with old evidence and Ducky’s help you were able to identify he was the killer. With Abby’s help you were able to put him at the scene where your old coworkers cold case took place.

It was a relieving feeling that the case was solved and over. It was easy to tell that your current coworkers were also happy with the fact that your old ones were leaving for good. Having unfamiliar people in a familiar place is always a weird feeling for everyone.

You watched as everyone packed up their things to head home from the tiring few days of work. Standing up, you grabbed your bag and moved to Gibbs desk, chatting with him until Carson came over.

“It was nice working with you again,” He commented, you turned around to face him.

“It was. We make a good team.”

“We really do. I was wondering about that, uh, date?”

“Hm,” That had slipped your mind, and almost did once more when you felt a brush of a hand against your bottom, turning around to make eyes at your boyfriend. “Sorry, I actually have a boyfriend. But if you mean the lunch date to catch up, then I’d love to.”

“The second one,” He nodded, his cheeks brightening a bit at the dejection but also confirmation.

“Great,” You grinned, writing down your phone number and handing it to him. “Talk soon, bye.”

“Goodbye.”

You watched as Carson entered the elevator and soon disappeared, the office area looking very empty with the lights darkened a bit and only you and Gibbs being in the area.

“Glad he’s gone,” Gibbs laughed.

“I figured,” You laughed alongside with him. “I could tell by your touchiness at work, are you trying to let everyone know?”

“If I was, I would do something bolder. Didn’t Ducky ever tell you I used to be like DiNozzo?”

“Yeah, that would be a interesting time to see.”

“I think if I was that same man, we might’ve had sex right o-”

“Let’s get home, now,” You both soon left the workplace, hand in hand, laughing along at stories of the younger Gibbs and his flirty persona.

[storiesforallfandoms]

she ain’t a gold digger ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2417

request?: yes!

“Hi, please write a MGK imagine where the reader joins him on tour and he loses his wallet and when they decide to go out to a club one night, she asks him to get something from her bag and he sees his wallet in there. He accuses her of stealing and they get into a fight and she storms off. One of the guys confesses that they found it in their suitcase by accident and just slipped it in her purse to keep it safe but forgot to tell him and he apologizes profusely to reader and after some persuasion she forgives him”

description: when his wallet goes missing and he finds it in her bag, he lets the tabloids bullshit get to him and causes a fight he regrets

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, angst

masterlist (one, two)

The hotel room was basically overturned when (Y/N) walked in. Colson was tossing things from his suitcase, frantically searching for something.

“We’ve only been here like five minutes, is it really time to pull a full Motley Crue on this room?” she teased.

“I can’t find my wallet,” Colson said, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

“What?”

“It’s not in my suitcase, it’s not in any of my pants - the ones in my suitcase or the ones I’m wearing - it’s not in my carry on or my jacket.”

(Y/N) crossed the room to kneel next to Colson. She put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed reassuringly. In a more calm manner, she looked through the things Colson had messily thrown about the floor. She helped him to look for the millionth time through everything, coming up empty yet again.

“Okay, don’t panic,” she said. “You had it at the airport because it was with your passport. We can call both this airport and the one we just departed from to see if it’s been turned in. In the meantime, we can lock your cards so no one can use them.”

Colson nodded, but (Y/N) could see the panic in his eyes. She cupped his face and made him look up at her. “Hey, it’s okay. We’ll find it, and if we don’t we’ll replace it the best we can.”

~~~~~~

Despite the stress he was still feeling, Colson decided to join (Y/N) and his friends at the club that night. He was glued to his phone the entire ride there, and once they got to the club (Y/N) took it and shoved it into her purse.

“Relax,” she told him. “We’re here to have a good time.”

“But what if someone calls about my wallet?” he asked.

“Then they’ll leave a message. I highly doubt anyone is calling you at almost midnight, though.” (Y/N) laced her fingers through Colson’s and pressed her body against his. “Please baby? For me?”

Colson sighed but (Y/N) could see the smile on his face. “Fine, but you’re paying for my drinks tonight.”

He had to admit the night out was what he needed. Besides the panic over his wallet, Colson had also basically worked himself to death the past few months. Between recording and filming, and now the tour. He was just grateful that his manager allowed (Y/N) to join them on tour. He’d be out of his mind without her.

(Y/N) pushed through the crowd to where Colson and his friends were and passed Colson his drink. He smiled and pulled her down onto his lap. (Y/N) giggled as Colson pressed a kiss onto her neck.

“If you guys are gonna fuck, do us the curtesy of going to the bathroom,” Rook called over the music.

“Please, I’m more classy than that,” Colson responded. “I’d fuck her in the coat closet like a gentleman.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and stood. “I’m gonna go dance. Enjoy your boy talk.”

Colson watched the beautiful curved figure of his girlfriend strut to the dancefloor. He finished his drink in one mouthful and went to follow her.

They danced together for so long that Colson had forgotten all of his worried for a brief period of time. He gazed lovingly into the face of the love of his life as she grinded her hips against his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sheepishly smiled up at him.

“Wanna get out of here?” she whispered seductively in his ear.

“More than anything,” Colson responded. “I’ll get our things. Meet me at the front doors.”

(Y/N) smiled and winked at him as they went their separate ways. Colson pulled out the coat check tickets to get his jacket and (Y/N)’s purse, and passed it to the girl working there. As he shrugged on his jacket, he got the overwhelming urge to check his phone to see if anyone had called about his wallet.

He promised (Y/N) he’d have a good time, but she didn’t have to know he checked. He would just look and see if there were any missed calls then forget until morning.

However, when he opened (Y/N)’s purse to get her phone, he noticed something on the very top: his wallet.

Why does she have my wallet? he thought. And why wouldn’t she tell me that she had it? She knows how worried I’ve been about it.

He tried not to overthink anything before talking to (Y/N) first. He made his way to the front of the club where (Y/N) was waiting with a joint hanging partially out of her mouth. She looked over at him and smiled as a puff of smoke rolled from her lips.

“Are you ready to go?” she asked. When she noticed Colson’s serious look, her smile fell. “Babe, are you okay? Did something happen?”

He found his words stuck in his throat, so instead of speaking he just held his wallet up.

“Holy shit! Is that your wallet?” Colson nodded, still unable to talk. “Where did you find it?!”

“In your purse.”

(Y/N)’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What? How did it get in my purse?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

She looked up at him as she took another puff from the joint. “What does that mean?”

“It doesn’t mean anything, I’m just asking a question. This is your purse after all, the only people who touch it are you and me. Obviously I didn’t put the wallet in there so that leaves one person.”

(Y/N) crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at him. “Say it Colson. Fucking say it.”

“Did you take my wallet (Y/N)?”

“No! Of course I didn’t!”

“Then why is it in your purse?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and turned away from Colson. She started to walk away, but he followed her.

“If you took it, I just want to know why,” he said. “I’m not upset, I know there’s likely a good reason for taking it and not telling me.”

“I didn’t fucking take it!” (Y/N) snapped, spinning around to glare at Colson. “I know how this looks, I know it makes no sense, but I fucking swear to you I did not take your fucking wallet. I don’t know how it got in my purse, I don’t know why it’s there, but I did not take your goddamn wallet!”

“Then why the fuck is it in your purse?!”

(Y/N) let out a frustrated groan and buried her head in her hands. “Why can’t you just fucking believe me when I say I didn’t take it? I don’t know how it got in my purse, but I didn’t take it.”

“It just doesn’t make sense to me, (Y/N). How else would it have gotten there? You’re the only one who even touches your purse, none of the guys have had access to it. You knew when and where I had my wallet last, and now it’s showing up in your bag.”

“If I had taken it, why was I trying to help you find it? Why did I tell you to shut down your cards so no one could use them? Why was I helping you to call the airports and turn over the entire hotel room another two times looking for it? Why would I go to those lengths if I just had it instead of telling you just to replace it all?”

“I don’t know, (Y/N), maybe you were just making sure you could get whatever fucking money you could from me without me realizing.”

(Y/N)’s face fell and her eyes started to well with tears. After being together for a year, she thought he would know her better than that. She thought he wouldn’t believe the bullshit tabloid websites were publishing about her being a gold digger and just dating Colson for the money. She thought he would knew she loved him with her entire heart because of who he was, not because he was a famous rapper.

Apparently she was wrong.

Without another word, (Y/N) turned away from him and walked towards the line up of taxis that were waiting outside of the club. Colson watched her go, his anger starting to subside and be replaced by guilt. But he couldn’t go after her, he wouldn’t. He needed some time to think about all of this, to let her think about it as well. Neither one of them were going to get any answers if they kept fighting and hurting one another.

Colson entered the club again, order two more strong drinks and finding his way back to his boys. They all looked at him with confusion as he sat down where he had been before.

“Dude, I thought you left,” Baze said.

“I thought so, too, until I found my wallet in (Y/N)’s purse,” Colson muttered. “We got into a fight and she left.”

“Why were you fighting about that?” Rook asked, his eyebrows furrowing together.

Colson waved off the comment, not feeling in the mood to relay the entire fight back to his friends.

“Wait, did I not tell you I put the wallet there?” Slim asked.

Colson nearly choked on one of his drinks. He coughed and turned to look at his friend. “You fucking had it?”

“Yeah man, it somehow got in my carry on,” Slim responded. “I found it when we were waiting for our luggage. I put it in (Y/N)’s purse cause I knew it would be safe there. I could’ve swore I told you that, though.”

“You didn’t,” Colson said. “God fucking dammit, I’m an idiot.”

“What did you say to her, man?” Baze asked.

“I...I insinuated that she...she’s only with me for my money and she stole my wallet so she could get it.”

The guys chorused disapproving noises at the same time.

“Kells, (Y/N) is literally the realest person I’ve ever met,” Rook said. “She ain’t a gold digger, and you definitely shouldn’t think that she is.”

“I don’t,” Colson sighed. “I was just pissed. God, I’m a fucking idiot.”

“Bro,” Slim said, leaning forward to look at Colson, “go after your woman and apologize.”

Colson nodded and quickly stood from his seat. The cab ride back to the hotel felt incredibly slow. Of course, he had left his phone in (Y/N)’s purse so he couldn’t even call or text her. There was no guarantee that she was even at the hotel, and that thought had Colson’s anxiety so much higher.

He desperately searched his pockets for the hotel key as he approached the room. When he couldn’t find it, he realized it was likely he had left that in (Y/N)’s purse, too. He sighed and began knocking on the door.

“(Y/N)?” he said, his voice soft. “Baby, can you let me in? I think my key is in your purse.” When there was no movement, he added, “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I should’ve listened to you. Slim admitted to putting my wallet in your bag, turns out he had it all along. I...I should never have thought it was you. I shouldn’t have said what I said. Can...can you let me in, please?”

There was silence. Not even signs of movement. Colson’s heart began to race as he realized the likeliness that (Y/N) had left. He had no idea where she could’ve gone, and now he didn’t even have any way of reaching her.

The door suddenly opened and (Y/N)’s tearstained face looked up at him. She didn’t say anything as she turned away and walked back into the hotel room. Colson followed in silence, unsure of what else to say. He just wanted to hold her and apologize forever, to do anything and everything she wanted to make things better.

(Y/N) got back into bed and laid with her back to Colson. He stood there in the dark, just looking at her.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry,” he said, his voice almost a whisper.

“You called me a gold digger,” (Y/N) responded, her voice equally as small. “After almost a year together, you called me a fucking gold digger.”

“I know - ”

“We’ve talked about how much those tabloid stories get to me, how upset they make me, and you really had the audacity to bring that up and not believe me when I said that I didn’t take your wallet.”

The fact that her voice wasn’t angry, but rather sad, made everything so much worse. Colson winced at her words, feeling a lump form in his throat.

“I know,” he repeated. “I don’t know why I said any of that. I didn’t mean it, I know you love me. I just...I have no excuses. I am a total fucking idiot and you have every right to be angry with me. I know I’m sorry won’t cut it, but for now that’s all I can say. I really am sorry.”

There was another prolonged silence. (Y/N) didn’t even move from her place on the bed. Colson had accepted the fact that she probably hated him and was preparing to go stay with one of the guys for the night, when he heard the bed shift and (Y/N)’s soft voice ask, “Did the guys give you shit?”

Colson smiled to himself. “Yeah, they did. They called me an idiot.”

“You are one.”

“I know.”

Through the darkness of the room, Colson could see (Y/N) lift the blankets and gesture for him to join her. He quickly kicked off his shoes and threw his jacket somewhere on the floor. The minute his body connected with hers, he felt relief wash over him. He hugged her tightly, never wanting to let her go.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head and repeating the sentiment over and over.

“And I love you, as in you - Colson Baker. Not Machine Gun Kelly, not the man with the money. I love the real you.”

“I know you do. I promise I’ll never doubt that again baby.”

(Y/N) relaxed into Colson’s arms, still a bit hurt from what he had said but happy to have him there with her. Finally, after some time, the two drifted off to sleep.

[thecreaturecodex]

Creature Codex 2022 Survey Results!

So the turnout for the survey was great! 136 responses on the Google form, but a few people sending asks. I’m not going to post all of it, but I would like to go over some highlights.

Also, to reassure folks: this was not intended as a lead in to major changes on the Codex. I’m still going to be writing monsters for PF1e, and the basic format isn’t going to change. But I wanted to see what folks were interested in.

I was honestly surprised by this result--I was under the impression that the art was a bigger draw to when and why people liked or reblogged my entries. But it’s the smallest result! Flavor text and background info are about evenly matched.

A lot of people had write ins for what RPGs they had played, and what they were currently playing. This was by design; I wanted to focus my options on D&D and Pathfinder variations, because there’s hundreds of different RPGs out there, and this is a Pathfinder 1e blog. There was a huge diversity of games represented, including some I’ve never heard of (Genesys, Lancer), games I didn’t know people still played (Mongoose Traveler, AD&D 2e and D&D 4e), and some games I had forgotten existed (Maid RPG). Notably, the most common game still being played was Pathfinder 1e, with 58 of 133 responses confirming. Followed by D&D 5e, with 56/133. I know there’s a certain amount of self-selection here because this is a Pathfinder 1e blog, but I was pleasantly surprised to see PF1e still so popular.

Unsurprised to see a majority of my voting followers do at least some GMing. And welcome, my 10% of non-playing followers! Glad you’re enjoying yourselves.

I got a number of write-ins for themes people wanted to see me cover. More people voted on what they liked than what they didn’t, and even for things that got a decent number of Do Not Want (Hackmaster and Starfinder were the top two there), there were more people who voted for them. I’ve recently done Hackmaster and Starfinder blocks, so I’m happy to leave them alone for a while.

Now, let’s look at creature types:

You guys like them weird! Aberrations are the clear winner here at 60%, but outsiders (52%) and magical beasts (43%) are no slouches either.

Not a good day to be an ooze or a vermin, it seems. Those types do have some limitations based on the PF1e rules set, so that makes a certain amount of sense. And tells me that an ooze or vermin theme block would not be a big hit. Which is useful information!

Again, useful information. I haven’t posted any playable races in a while, but have a prospect or two in mind. 

The overwhelming enjoyment of historical context is why I reblogged that tarasque folk art post. If you’re looking for book reviews, I’ve been posting those to my “main” blog that has far fewer followers, @demiurge1138. 

This post is probably long enough, but I do want to respond to some of the individual comments. In the interests of not completely destroying your dashboards, I’m gonna put my thoughts under the cut.

All of the comments I got were very nice! Thank you all so much!

Some to respond to:

i literally adore Creature Codex and i think you are perfect, i enjoy any content you feel like sharing and also i would kill a man to be able have a chance to play a tabletop rpg with you. :)

That's very flattering! And slightly intimidating!

Ran the spiral centurion for my party a couple of weeks back; it was well received, and they almost-but-not-quite figured they could just shove the thing over. There's a good chance they'll run into a blue slime next session.

I love this blog! It's very helpful. Right now, my players are interacting with Howler Wasps. They haven't gotten to the nest yet, but one player skinned one and made an outfit out of it. This weekend, they traded that outfit for future "favors". None of that would have happened without you.

I love your stuff! You've turned me on to a bunch of golarion lore, like mahadatari (technically starfinder but hush), the daemons, and qlippoth! I don't engage with your stuff as much as I should (in the social media sense), but I adore the blog in general. I'll fully out myself and say I'm monsterceiling! I actually took some of your advice to make a mahadatari build for Iron gods. She was a magus kasatha, but she died at the end of book one and came back as a duskwalker. I rebuilt her as a phantom blade/brawler with the (minor spoilers) juju zombie kasatha under torch as her phantom. She's currently spreading the gospel of Talavet across numeria!

I love hearing stories about how people are using my monsters at the table! I’d be happy to get those anytime.

I personally find Pathfinder too complicated; I enjoy CreatureCodex as a way to better understand the game without playing it and to see monsters from folklore I've not heard of before (and see new interpretations of ones I have!)

I enjoy all of your work with the Creature Codex, and it makes me want to try the Pathfinder system. I love the care and attention to detail that goes into each entry!

I’m glad I can help make the Pathfinder system somewhat more navigable. 

 I'm tempted to do something like the creature codex, but for Starfinder conversions. Any advice?

Develop a schedule. It doesn’t have to be near daily like my blog (for your sanity, it probably shouldn't be), but having a plan in mind for when to post definitely helps me manage workload. If you’re using tumblr, make use of the queue function; it’s one of the most helpful features of the site. And manage your expectations about engagement. Obviously, engagement helps me feel motivated and makes me feel good, but it takes a long time to get going, and the current culture of the internet makes it less common than it was even ~5 years ago (like when I started). 

I am curious to know why you write "mind-influencing effect" instead of "mind-affecting effect". Just a pet peeve of mine. I really like your work and I want to thank you for it.

It’s a 3.5ism. I feel like “mind-affecting effect” is a clunky bit of English. There’s some other formatting quirks I do that differ from Paizo’s official stat format; I put the Perception score alphabetically among the Senses instead of separating it out from darkvision, low light, etc. And I put Defensive Abilities in their own line instead of mixing them with DR, Immune, Resist and SR. 

Keep up the good work! I enjoy your blog immensely. End of the World week, in particular, was a favorite series of mine.

Thanks, but that wasn’t me. That was @monstersdownthepath​ who did End of the World Week. I have converted a bunch of those monsters, though. Check the “elder evils” tag. 

I do not play pathfinder myself, but have you considered creating a tag for Slaad Lords, Asura Rana, Empyreal Lords, etc (I think the term for them is demigods)? A player who wants to make a cleric of one of your monsters would have an easier time looking through the database if you marked which pages would be relevant for that.

That is an excellent idea. I haven’t gone back through my old posts and added “demigod” as a tag, but I will do so in the Not Too Distant Future. Thanks!

[mattsboldyy]

what are we pt. 2 | mat barzal

summary ~ y/n‘s trying to move on.. but can she? it all seems to come back to mat. no matter who she trys to move on with. no matter how hard she tries. it’s always him.

warnings ~ fem!reader, cuss words, angst words ~ 1.3k

authors note ~ i’ve just been motivated to write a ton lately so uh hehe yeah!! i hope you all enjoy and don’t get your heart broken to much :)

tagging some people <3 ~ @sebbyaho @nightmareonspookystreet @sydnikov @cherrybarzy @prettyboyjackhughes @cherrylita @2manytabsopen @kentjohnsons @joelsfarabees @calgarycanuck @qhughes43

it had been a few months since the whole dinner situation with mat. you’ve gone on a few dates but it just felt weird. riley was constantly reminding you to forget him. you were pretty sure he had forgotten about you though. you had seen him out in public a few times too. you were going shopping with your other friend, haley when you saw him with anders.. one of his teammates. mat saw you. you knew he did. he looked straight at you and you looked straight at him, but just like all the others times, you had to get over it and forget it.

the restaurant you & the mat thing happened at was pretty much off limits for you. you didn’t want to remind yourself of what happened. but like your friends said, you had to forget mat and you wanted to.. trust me you did. but you didn’t know how to. no matter how many times you tried, you just couldn’t.

your thoughts were interrupted by your phone ringing. you saw riley’s contact so you immediately answered. “hey” you said, putting the phone in between your shoulder and your ear. “hey gorgeous. give me one second i’m gonna add haley.” riley mumbled. you hummed a “mk” a few seconds you heard the third friend pick up the phone. “hey my loves!! how are we?” haley exclaimed. “i’m okay.” “yeah. i’m good.” you and riley responded before riley continued talking. “i have a question to ask you..” “okay?” you asked. “a girl at work bought some islander tickets but now she can’t go so she gave them to me. would y’all wanna go with me? the game is on saturday.” you immediately thought of having to see mat but then you thought of the fun you would have if you went and you weren’t about to let some dumb boy ruin it. “yeah sure!” you said confidently after haley agreed to go too. “you sure y/n/n?” riley asked, remembering the situation that happened not long ago. “yeah i’m sure! i promise.”

-

saturday had come around. you had thought about not going anymore but you had to go and stop letting your life revolve around mat. riley was going to pick you up around 5:30 to get to the rink and your seats at 6:00-6:15. it was an hour till riley was coming to pick you up along with haley. you had to get ready. you texted riley and haley for advice on what to wear and they were no help. both of their responses were to the affect of “wear what you wanna wear!!”. you groaned. ‘why the hell should picking out an outfit be so fucking stressful.’ you thought to yourself while digging through your closet and then your drawers. picking out a oversized islanders sweatshirt with a pair of black ripped jeans too. you also put on a random pair of boots you found in your closet. you went over to the mirror and started to do your makeup. just a natural look. a little blush, lip gloss, and mascara. and then you straightened your hair. before you knew it, you were putting on your shoes soon after riley texted you saying that she was waiting outside your apartment along with haley. you took one last look in the mirror, adjusting your hair and then grabbing your purse, keys, & phone then walking out the front door.

“hi beautiful!” haley greeted when you sat down in the back of riley’s car. “hi loves!” you responded giving haley and riley both little hugs from the back seat. “you ready to go?” riley asked before you nodded and started to go to the islanders game.

-

“can i see your tickets please?” the worker asked you, haley, and riley after waiting 30 minutes to get in. “sure!” they scanned all three tickets and proceeded to let you in. “thank you!”

“and these are our seats!” riley pointed to the front row. right in front of the glass. you stopped walking down the steps. “ry, don’t you think he could see me from-“ you were about to say before riley cut you off “shh y/n we aren’t gonna talk about him okay?” riley said, taking your hand and slightly pulling you down the rest of the steps left before you got to your seats. then before you knew it, the islanders were coming out for warm ups. you looked around the ice and saw a few familiar faces. you look to the left of you and saw three empty seats. “no one’s bought tickets for these seats?” you asked, look to the right of you which your two friends were sitting. “yeah.. they were already bought when i looked at the seating chart on the way here.” riley responded. you continued watching warmups until both of the teams went back into their dressing rooms. the announcer started announcing the islanders roster when three guys came down the steps and into the three seats beside you. one of the guys with light brown eyes and black hair sat down in the seat beside you, accidentally bumping your shoulder with his. he looked over at you “oh my god i’m so sorry” you smiled up at him “oh you’re good!”

“i’m owen”

“i’m y/n, nice to meet you”

-

you and owen talked for a while.. well until the game started. he seemed really sweet and he was really cute too. he was at least 6’3, black, wavy hair with pretty brown eyes. he said he liked the capitals better than the islanders but his buddies had a ticket left over and invited him to come to the game. you told him you had gotten into a similar situation.

oh and owen was really funny too. he had a smile that could light up any room.. or arena. he had played hockey a little when he was little but nothing serious.

it was the second intermission when you wanted to go get drinks. you looked over at your friends, haley and riley, “i’ll be right back, i’m gonna go get a drink and some snacks.” “i’ll go with you. these guys are to lazy to go and get snacks themselves” owen said, standing up and pointing towards his two friends. you threw your head back in laughter, “okay let’s go.” you laughed as you and owen started up the stairs and towards the concession stand.

“so where are you from?” owen asked, walking beside you. “i’m from north carolina.. i moved here almost two years ago.. how about you?” “i’m from here. boring.. i know.” owen said, reaching the line for snacks and drinks. “no no! not boring at all! i love new york. it’s cool that you’re from here!”

you and owen watched the game together. and the islanders lost which was okay because either of you liked them. by the end of the game, you had gotten each other’s snaps and numbers.

the game had ended and people were heading out of the arena. you, your friends, owen and his friends decided to wait for the crowd to move out before leaving. haley tapped you on the shoulder, you turned around to see haley signaled to the ice. you saw mat standing a couple feet away from the glass, looking at you. you just looked for a few seconds before rolling your eyes and turning back around. “you know mat?” owen asked, looking at you then to mat and back to you. you didn’t say anything for a few seconds “nope! not anymore.” you said smiling at owen.