#it was playing hide and seek with me for two months that little shit

[afterglowkatie]

sliding into something real | c.f.

caitlin foord x kerr!reader | 1.1k | 'from slide tackling me to sliding in my dms,' + ‘being with you feels like coming home,’

❆♡────୨ holiday season blurb event ৎ────♡❆

‘I thought you two would have your shit together by now,’ A, slightly tipsy, Sam leaned on the table next to Caitlin. You had skipped the pre planned night out after how the match had gone beforehand. Losing a London derby to Arsenal was always going to sour your mood, especially when the person responsible for disrupting your last big chance to at least get the equaliser would be there.

You and Caitlin had mutual crushes on each other, but it had never been anything more than that. Or at least neither of you let it be anything more, you both didn’t even realise that the crush each of you had was mutual. Though it didn’t mean that the longing looks you both gave and the way you’d seek out each other's comfort, especially during national camp, didn’t go unnoticed. 

Sam, who frustratingly knows you better than you know yourself, picked up on the mutual feelings her best friend and younger sister had for each other. You’d skipped the night out and now Caitlin had been caught by your older sister, looking through your old instagram posts and debating on whether she should send you a message.

‘What do you mean?’ Caitlin tried to hide her phone away when she realised who was next to her, but she knew Sam had already seen anyway.

‘Just send her a message,’ Caitlin gave Sam a look, wanting to make sure that she was definitely okay with it. Sam being the main reason Caitlin had been holding back from acting on her feelings towards you, not wanting to cross any boundaries or lose an important friendship with your older sister. Sam rolled her eyes, ‘There’s only so much more I can take when she gets all pouty after showing her a picture of you smiling next to literally anyone else. Don’t get me wrong though, you better treat her well or you will have me to deal with,’ 

Sam left Caitlin to dwell on whether she actually would message you or not. Though she had a little confidence boost knowing your sister would be okay with it. She’d spent too many nights thinking about you and what it would be like to be with you, maybe she could make it actually happen instead of just thinking about it.

I thought you were unstoppable, or do you just like falling at my feet?

You half groaned when the message from Caitlin came through, reminding you of the match earlier, but you felt your heart race when you saw her name on your phone screen. Your cheeks heated up and you bit your lower lip trying to stop the grin that wanted to spread across your face. You felt like a teenager all over, smiling and kicking your feet while your crush was actually talking to you.

From slide tackling me to sliding in my dms.

Very smooth Cait.

Caitlin looked up from her phone, making sure no one was around to see the smile that wasn’t leaving her face any time soon. She’d surely be teased and everyone would try to see who she was texting. So she was thankful everyone else was preoccupied and she could focus on you. 

Smooth just like my tackle.

You rolled your eyes, but laughed a little anyway. It wasn’t often that Caitlin ever had the chance to make a tackle like that on you. Normally not playing near each other on the pitch. 

Keep that up and maybe you won’t get the chance to come here.

Somewhere you got the confidence, sending a bold and kind of risky message, especially considering you’d never really talked to each other like this before. Some conversations border lined it, but you both always stopped before implying something else.

Are you inviting me over?

Caitlin, already thinking of an excuse to leave the night early, not that any of the others would really notice if she left or not. 

Would you like to come over?

‘Thank god,’ were the first words out of your older sister’s mouth when you told her you and Caitlin had gotten together, a few months after those texts which led Caitlin to spending the night and the two of you talking and enjoying each other's company for that entire night and next day. Leading on to more talking and eventual official dates.

Sam ended up being you and Caitlin’s biggest supporter in your relationship. She also liked to take credit for the two of you actually getting your shit together, as she likes to say, and finally becoming official. Even if you did get endless teasing from your teammates when they found out, for going soft for an Arsenal player.

You waved up from the pitch where Caitlin and Sam were sitting. Arsenal had played the day before so she was able to make it to yours to support you. It was nice for you to look up and see your girlfriend sitting in the stands. You’d made a compromise and she would wear one of your Australia jerseys whenever she came to support you and you’d do the same whenever you found yourself at an Arsenal match for her.

As soon as the final whistle sounded, your hands went to your face as you let out a sigh of frustration. You’d not played your best, neither had your team, and Chelsea ended up dropping points to a club you shouldn’t be dropping points to. From the stands Caitlin could tell how hard the match had been for you. Wanting nothing more than to wrap her arms around you and tell you not to worry too much about everything that happened.

Finally you made your way through the stands towards your girlfriend. Sam had already come down, giving you a little hug before pushing you towards where Caitlin was, knowing who you really needed right now.

‘Hey,’ Your voice was small, exhaustion evident on your face. Caitlin reached out, grabbing a hold of your hand before pulling you onto her lap. You laid your head against her shoulder looking up at her, small, tired smile on your face, ‘Thank you for being here. Sorry I couldn’t play better,’

Caitlin frowned a little, wrapping her arms around you a little bit tighter, ‘You always play well and baby you know I love watching you play, even if you’re wearing the wrong colour,’ Caitlin trying to lighten your mood a little, you let out a small chuckle. The two of you always ‘fighting’ over which club was better. Caitlin leaned down, pressing a small kiss to your forehead, then each of your temples, a little one on your nose and peppering kisses all over your cheeks. Your smile widened and you cuddled further into her, turning your head when she went to kiss your cheek so she’d kiss your lips instead. 

‘Being with you feels like coming home,’ You laid your hand on top of where Caitlin’s were resting against your waist. Even after a match that wasn’t an ideal result, you had the comfort of your girlfriend you could come home to. When you were with Caitlin not much else mattered.

[miraculousbohemian]

me: what are you doing in my house. WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!

balkan accurate wanda and pietro: i want waffle fries.

[ebongawk]

ok ok ok ok ok HOW ABOUT a drunken kiss with hellcheer 👀 and if u make it sad so help me god i WILL fly to u and beat ur ass

4. A Drunken Kiss

They were playing fucking spin the bottle.

What kind of full-fledged high school seniors played spin the bottle? Wasn't that reserved for, like, thirteen-year-olds? But Stacie Mancini had drunkenly shouted, "Oh, my God, we should play a game!" and someone had suggested this, so now a bunch of almost-twenty-somethings were gathered in a half-assed circle as an empty bottle of vodka spun around and around.

Stacie landed on Andy Fuckface, and she looked mildly disgusted, which. Good for her. She still sucked his face for a solid five seconds. Andy landed on Tracy Mathews, Tracy landed on Jason Carver. Jason didn't even look at his fucking girlfriend before he stuck his tongue down Tracy's throat.

Chrissy, for all intents and purposes, looked like she didn't even want to be there. She flinched when Jason leaned toward the center, but otherwise made no show of being an active participant in the game.

And Eddie, with his front row seat to the action from the dealer's perch in the corner, had to wonder why no one seemed to fucking notice how uncomfortable she was.

Staying sober for these gigs was a goddamn chore. While it used to be fun to watch the chaos and debauchery unfold, being privy to the disgusting nature of inebriated human teenagers got old.

Maybe he was a little cynical. Because this shit had stopped being fun around the exact same time he caught the aforementioned Ball-Fondling Carver sneaking upstairs at a different party with Theresa Peretti.

It was the first and only time he'd ever considered getting involved.

Like, okay, so maybe sometimes he felt a little bad when he caught people who had significant others mackin' on those who were not the aforementioned significant others. But fuck it. Not his circus, not his monkeys, right?

He'd ruined that little unspoken rule of his that Monday at school. Seeking Chrissy out, small and drawn and sad as she was, and had straight up told her what he saw. No beating around the bush, no bullshitting.

Whether or not that had anything to do with the fact that Chrissy treated him like an actual human being was meaningless.

She'd just blinked at him. Then, instead of the anger or upset he'd been expecting, she let out this vague little laugh.

"Oh. Um. Thanks, Eddie, but... Could you maybe keep this between us?"

"What? Did you hear me, Cunningham? That asshole--"

"No, I know. And, truly, I appreciate you telling me. Just... Just trust me, okay? I'll handle it."

He'd wanted to scream. To rip his own hair out and throw it at her like that would lift the starry-eyed curtain she was clearly hiding behind. But that was, like, two months ago, and he still saw her tucked under Carver's arm day in and day out, so Eddie had resigned himself to bearing witness to her silent suffering on the off chance he caught a glimpse of her in the hallway or any of their shared classes.

Why the fuck anyone would stay with a whole ass cheater made no sense, so Eddie stopped trying to understand the popularity masses.

"Oh, shit, that's pointing at the freak," someone whispered, drawing Eddie's attention out of his own head and back into Chance Kinicki's hazy basement. He blinked, meeting Chrissy's gaze from the other side of the room, and put the pieces together.

It had finally been her turn to spin the bottle, and it had landed between two of the nearer bodies and was trained on him.

Which. What the fuck.

"Nah, man, let her spin again," Carver slurred, waving a loose wrist in the air. "She's not gonna lock lips with trash. Right, babe?"

Oh, he was such an asshole. Eddie wanted to knock him down a peg or five. Preferably while sober, so he wouldn't have the excuse of his intoxication to blame getting his ass handed to him by quote-end-quote trash.

Chrissy said nothing. She just stared at him, wearing something in her expression that Eddie couldn't identify. After a few tense, quiet seconds, Chrissy stood, stumbling a little through her own drunkenness, and made her way across the room. Shaking off Jason's grabby hands as she stepped around people and bottles before coming to a swaying stop directly in front of Eddie.

"Hi," she muttered, looking down at him with ruddy cheeks and glassy eyes.

Shit. Shit. What the fuck was happening? Eddie's hands twitched where they were sitting on his thighs, staring up at her like she was an angel come to deliver some new commandment.

Thou Shalt Not Lust After Unattainable Girls Who Are a Little Too Intoxicated to Make a Rational Decision. Or something.

"Uh," he managed, the word strangled up from his throat like she'd wrapped her dainty little fists around it. Like all of his oxygen already belonged to her. Fuck, all the oxygen in the room belonged to her. "Hey, Cunningham."

"'M supposed to kiss you," she continued, tilting her head to one side as her eyes wandered along the grooves of his face. Settling on his lips once she'd taken her fill. "The game says so."

"I wasn't playing the game, princess," Eddie reminded her gently, glancing around her to see the audience watching them with rapt eyes.

Chrissy just shrugged. Like that was enough of an explanation.

"That's okay," she answered. "The bottle knew, Eddie. Right? It knew that I..."

Then, before he could react or breathe or fucking think, she was petting his hair back from his face, leaning down, and pressing a slow, soft kiss right to his lips. Like a fucking deer in the middle of the road, he froze, unable to parse together half a thought that wasn't whoa.

Fucking fireworks.

He finally got enough wits about himself to pull away, because she was drunk and he wasn't and none of this was right, which wasn't fair but that was neither here nor there.

"Oh," she breathed, blinking at him, some of the haze in her eyes clearing. Her cheeks had gone even pinker, lips still half-puckered like she wanted to lean back in and taste him all over again.

"Hey!" Jason barked, struggling to stand from the floor, blazing eyes staring daggers at Eddie. "Get off her, freak!"

Dude, he wasn't even touching her.

"Shove it, Jason," Chrissy responded before Eddie could ask him if he was serious. She leaned toward Eddie, half-shielding him with her body, and he really thought she was gonna fall into his lap, she was so goddamn unsteady. She managed to stay firmly planted, using a hand on his shoulder to keep herself straight, and actually stuck her tongue out at her boyfriend.

Eddie wanted to die, it was so fucking cute.

"Babe--"

"I'm dumping you."

The fucking gasps that erupted across the room were actually comical. Eddie couldn't have stopped himself from laughing if he'd tried. Which, he did not, because it was too goddamn funny. The cackle he let out drew the attention to him, but, Jesus, fucking worth it.

Before he realized what was even happening, Chrissy was taking his hand, pulling him along behind her as she escaped up the stairs. Her considerable strength barely gave him a moment to grab his box of tricks as she hauled him from his gig as the weekend fun-bringer.

Why he was part of her little storm-out, he couldn't explain. But he wasn't exactly unhappy about it, either. As it was, for effect, he raised a devil horn at Jason's flabbergasted glare on his way out.

"Wow," Chrissy said as they escaped into the chilly April night. "Wow! I just did that!"

"Yeah, uh––"

"Oh, shoot, we gotta get outta here," Chrissy stated, glancing back over her shoulder. Grimacing and rushing him toward his van just as the front door of Chance's house swung open, an absolutely irate Carver standing in the muted light.

They ran, Chrissy surprisingly steady on her feet, and laughed the whole way to his van. He unlocked the passenger seat, diving across the center console and yanking Chrissy in after him. Carver had slipped at one point, the alcohol probably rushing around painfully in his head, and was struggling back to his feet just as the rest of the laundry basket team finally came out. Chance and Patrick were both obviously trying to hold back their laughter, but Eddie didn't bother finding out what happened next.

He started the van and peeled the fuck outta there.

Chrissy was still laughing, although it was much quieter now. No longer filling the night air with little tinkling notes of her joy, it was more like the soft music of wind chimes outside. Following them as they ate a few miles of concrete in the otherwise sleepy town.

"So, uh. You want me to take you home, or––?"

"No." He kinda expected her to be staring out the windshield or her window, but instead she was looking directly at him. Not offering him a modicum of relief from the weight of her gaze. "I do not want to go home like this, Eddie."

"Uh..."

"Can we, like, go to the lake or something? Please?"

Well, how the fuck was he supposed to say no to that?

The back of the van was stuffed full of blankets, pillows, a mattress from Gareth's younger brother's bunk bed and a few couch cushions off the spare couch on the porch, because he and the guys had gone down to Indianapolis to see Metallica during the week and had slept in the van instead of coughing up the dough for a motel room.

Chrissy made herself right at home, making the bed until it was nice and soft before throwing open the back doors of the van where he'd parked at Rick's house. Staring out over the lake as it twinkled with starlight. Like a bunch of white Christmas lights were hidden beneath the lapping waves.

He sat next to her, trying to breathe around the way she cuddled into him like she fit right in the circle of his arms. Which. Yeah. She did, but if he thought about it too much, he'd drive himself crazy, so.

They talked a little bit about how she'd just publicly dumped her boyfriend. About how relieved she was, now that the farce was finally over, because she'd been wanting to do that since way before he told her about the cheating. How happy she was to be there with him.

Which. He didn't know how to comprehend that, really. So he let it sit in the air, soft and gentle as the breeze that made music of the leaves outside, and breathed it in. Pulling it into his lungs like her little admission would coast through the oxygen in his blood and make itself part of his fucking DNA.

"Hey, Eddie?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I kiss you again?"

God, how was she so cute? The sleepy cadence of her tone, still slightly slurred with alcohol.

Shit. Denying her felt stupid as fuck.

"Ask me again when you're sober, yeah?" he said, desperately playing at lighthearted. "Might change your mind in daylight."

"Mmm," she hummed, her voice so fucking adorable. "Doubt it."

Hand to God, he hadn't fucking meant to fall asleep. He didn't know where Chrissy lived, exactly, but he figured he'd let her sleep off the drunk for a little bit before he roused her awake and got her address.

Yeah. Stupid move on his part, awakening when the sun hit his eyes first thing in the morning.

Because now he knew, intimately, the way Chrissy blinked back into consciousness in the morning light. The way the sun's rays, just barely peeking up over the wooded horizon, hit her hair and made it glow like fire. The way she sniffled, looking around in confusion before her eyes landed on him.

The way she smiled, bright enough that her eyes slipped closed and her nose scrunched up.

"Morning," she breathed, rolling over from where she'd been plastered to his side so she could stretch. Said so casually, like she wasn't ruining his entire fucking life just by existing.

"Uh," he started, his voice gravelly. Half-choked and terribly embarrassing. "Morning, Cunningham. Shit. Sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep."

Chrissy hummed, finished with her stretching. Then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, she rolled right back into him. Tucking her face into his shoulder for effect.

Yeah. He was dead. He'd, at some point between school yesterday and Chance Kinicki's house, died, and now he was having those crazy imaginations where his unstated dreams were coming true.

"'S'okay," Chrissy mumbled into his chest. Prompting him to wrap his arms back around her. Because why the fuck not? "I, um. I definitely didn't mind."

Yeah. Heart attack. Stroke. Car accident. Something.

"Hey, Eddie?"

"Yep?" God, the way his voice broke, you'd think he was going through fucking puberty again.

"Can I kiss you again now?" A breath, like she heard the way his goddamn heart skipped a beat, before she added, "I promise I'm sober now."

Oh fuck him.

"You, uh––" He coughed, clearing his throat. "You actually want to?"

Shit, she giggled, and he fucking felt it against his ribs.

"Yeah," she said, easy as pie. Easy as Sunday morning. Easy as anything. "Yeah, I've, um. I've wanted to for, like, a while now."

He would've sworn he felt Cupid's arrow hit his blackened little heart.

"Chrissy, you can kiss me whenever you want," he croaked. "Like, uh. Now, later, tomorrow. Y'know. Open real estate here for you."

Christ, that giggle. He wanted to swallow her whole.

She tilted her chin back, that gorgeous grin lighting up his dingy van better than any spotlight ever could.

"That's good," she murmured, staring up at him. "'Cause I get the feeling I'll take you up on every offer."

Jesus Christ, he hoped so.

(And she did.)

kiss prompt!

(and a very happy birthday to @astorytotellyourfriends 😘🩷🖤)

[daisyvisions]

Hide and Seek - (l.hj)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: Best friend!Hyunjae x afab!reader

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Summary: You thought avoiding your feelings by completely avoiding Hyunjae would solve everything. But a little game of hide and seek changes that.

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 2.7K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), bff-idiots-to-lovers, mutual pining, close proximity, pussy job (? we’ll classify it as such), fingering, slight oral (f! receiving), cum eating, groping (lots of it), pet names (honey and sweetheart), premature ejaculation (if you squint), a lil angsty but happy ending ofc! proofread once

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: a more detailed version of this ask (obv) and all the other asks that were related to this. Belated Happy Birthday to my bias wrecker I hope you’re happy with all the brain rots you’ve given me ever since 😭

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Network: @deoboyznet

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

You were just supposed to spend the night with good company, good music, and maybe even play some drinking games here and there. But nothing could've prepared you for the what was to come. Nothing could’ve prepared you to be stuck inside a stuffy closet with the person you were trying to avoid this entire night…

Lee Hyunjae.

It’s not that you had any bad blood with him. It was quite the opposite. You two were like peas in a pod. Best of friends ever since you met in college. But lately… you’ve been having these weird feelings for him.

Yes, he was incredibly handsome. You knew that ever since you met him. But how come only now you’ve started to notice the way his eyelashes would flutter gracefully every time he blinked? The way his eyes would have this tiny little sparkle to them when he would look at you?

Or the way he his muscles would move under his tight shirt whenever he would stretch? Or the way his cologne would infiltrate your lungs and keep you dizzy almost the whole day? Or that one time he called you “honey” so sweetly with his warm voice? (Which nearly had you pressing your thighs together to ease the tension blooming down at your core.)

Yeah, this wasn’t any ordinary feeling. This was you… having a crush on Hyunjae.

Just saying his name alone makes your throat feel dry and the butterflies in your stomach fluttering like crazy. You don't even know when this all started. But one thing’s for sure- you would rather die than admit your feelings to him.

The fear of rejection and your entire friendship ruined at an instant. So you thought the best way for these feelings to die down was to just avoid him. And so you did… for about two months now.

But little did you know that distance only makes the heart grow fonder.

Muffled music and people shouting over one another were heard from outside as you climbed up the steps to the house. As soon as you ring the doorbell, you’re greeted by a shit-faced but still incredibly smiley Haknyeon.

“Hey! You’re here!” he pulled you in for a tight hug, instantly smelling the strong scent of alcohol he’d been drinking the whole night.

“Yeah, had to make sure I wouldn't miss your birthday Hak.” You reply.

“And to think, we were almost about to place bets on whether you would show up or not” he chuckles. That sentence slightly stinging as you felt guilty for purposefully avoiding your friends too in the process (since your friends were also Hyunjae’s friends.)

“Well… Don't just stand there. C’mon! You have a LOT to catch up on. And by that I mean the drinks-” Hakyneon grabs your wrist and leads you into the kitchen. And boy did you make you drink.

As the night went on, you were able to catch up with more friends, danced until your feet were starting to get sore, and played lots of drinking games. Eventually, the party slowly started to die down and almost all the guests invited were gone except your close circle of friends.

All of you were just sitting down in a circle in the middle of the living room laughing around, sharing stories of what happened tonight, and just enjoying each other’s presence.

You missed this. You missed being with all your friends. But of course, your stubborn ass refused to be around Hyunjae which made it incredibly difficult having him sit across you with a look in his eyes you couldn’t read.

“Oh oh I know! Why don’t we play hide and seek?” Hakyneon shouts, his speech slurred from having too much to drink.

“Aren’t we a little too old to be playing that?” Chanhee replies.

“Not if you’re drunk. It’ll be ten times more fun!” Eric chimes in.

“Okay! We’re playing it. I’ll be seeker, you guys hide. Ready? I’ll count to one hundred.” Haknyeon instantly covers his eyes. “One… two… three…” The shuffling of feet and drunk giggles were heard as soon as he starts counting, everyone in the circle hastily gets up and runs in different directions trying to find their hiding spots.

You were frozen in place for a moment, trying to figure out where to hide until you just decided to trust your gut and run upstairs to find whatever available spot you could.

You opened the first room your gut was telling you to and spotted a small walk-in closet, quickly running to open the door and shut it close before anyone could steal your spot.

You were too distracted by the sound of your heart was beating so fast from all the running and excitement that you didn’t notice a pair of hands lightly grabbing your shoulders until you turned around. You nearly screamed your head off but your mouth was instantly clamped down by the same hand now covering your mouth.

“Hey, it’s only me. Calm down.” Hyunjae whispers. You let out a sigh of relief as he puts down his hand.

“We can’t be in the same spot, he’ll find us so quick.” you protest.

“Well, I was here first so you’re gonna have to find a new spot to hide in.” He replies.

As soon as Hyunjae finishes speaking, you both hear Haknyeon’s voice from a distance screaming that he’s ready to find everyone.

“Great, now I’m stuck in here with you.” You sigh.

“That wouldn’t be such a bad thing now would it?” He smirks at you. Your heart beating fast once again from the cute little dimple appearing at the side of his mouth.

You both silently gaze at each other for a moment, nothing but the sound of the both of you breathing at the same time. He looks at you with the same eyes he had earlier.

“I missed this…” Hyunjae whispers. His hand slightly moving forward for his pinky to slightly touch yours.

“Missed what?” You reply as you try to avoid looking at him any longer.

“Us.”

“Hyunjae-”

“Why have you been avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?”

“I-it’s not that. I-”

“Then why?” His voice raises slightly. “Do you know how miserable I felt ever since you suddenly cut yourself off from me? Without giving me a reason why?” And that’s when you look back at him. His eyes were filled with a kind of sadness you have never seen before. Your chest started to tighten, feeling incredibly guilty for what you did all because of the fear you had.

You open your mouth to try to say something back until you hear faint footsteps walking down the hall. Your eyes slightly widen and you turn around to peer through the tiny slits of the closet door, trying to see if Haknyeon will enter the room.

As you keep watch you suddenly feel Hyunjae’s hands rest on your hips as he leans in close to check with you, your back now glued to his chest.

“You think he knows we’re in here?” He whispers in your ear. His voice and warm breath sending chills down your spine.

“If we can keep quiet and cross our fingers maybe.” You sigh, closing your eyes for a moment and leaning your head back to calm down your nerves.

As soon as Hyunjae turns his head slightly, the tip of his nose brushes against the side of your head. The faint scent of your shampoo hitting his nose (the scent he grew to love the most) has his eyes nearly rolling back from how good you smell.

But he suddenly snaps out of it realizing how close he is to you right now and he internally freaks out. His nerves get the better of him as he impulsively tightens the grip of his hands on your hips, making you let out a very faint gasp from the sudden pressure on your skin.

Both of you try to ease the current situation by shuffling your positions, turning the opposite directions into each other. But because you didn’t realize how close you actually were, your lips ever so lightly brush against his. You both freeze in that moment.

“Uh- I- I’m sorry” Hyunjae stutters as he starts to freak out from the whole situation. He should probably let go of your hips and back away before anything worse happens but he just couldn’t. Not when you’re this close to him, your breath practically mingling with his.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

The one chance he thought he could patch things up between the two of you now ruined by the lightest touch of your lips against his, the feeling that will forever engrave itself onto his lips. Sounds pretty lame for others but to him? It’s everything and more.

You see, the whole night Hyunjae’s been trying to find the courage to confront you about why you’d been so distant with him. The week you started avoiding him he genuinely felt like he fucked it all up.

Was his crush on you getting too obvious? Were his longing gazes making you feel uncomfortable? Did calling you a pet name want to make you puke? Or when his hands would rest on your waist every so often? Or how about that time he stared a little too long at your ass the day you wore that fitted skirt? Did you think he was a perv? God you probably thought he was a perv.

He felt like he already ruined the friendship without even admitting his feelings to you. It didn’t help either at the fact that you looked so beautiful tonight too. He almost wanted to kiss you the moment he saw you enter the house. To pull you away from Hak and just kiss you like a man starved.

But just like you, he also was afraid of the possible rejection from the one person that held his heart at the palm of their hands since day one.

But all the worries running in his head were cut off when you suddenly leaned forward to finally give him a real kiss. You pull away for a moment to see his reaction but you don't even have the time to do so as he pulls you back in and kisses you back.

His lips desperately move against yours, taking into memory how soft they feel. The way they move with his like a missing puzzle piece.You softly whine with every kiss he gives as you slightly tug his hair between your fingers (and he definitely moans at that.)

You both have been wanting this for so long without realizing it. Everything left unsaid, all the stolen glances, the passion fueling inside you… All unleashed in this tiny little closet.

Hyunjae moves you backwards until you’re pressed against the wall. He nudges your legs apart with his knee as his kisses travel down from your lips, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck until his face reaches your breasts. He doesn’t even hesitate and starts to massage your breast with one hand and mouth your covered nipple as much as he could.

“Hyunjae…” You moan out his name.

“Hmm?” He hums kissing your covered chest.

“Please-” he stops for a moment to look at you.

“Tell me what you need and fuck- I’ll give it to you”

“You. I need you.”

Hyunjae doesn’t even bother asking specifics and just does whatever feels right. His fingers unbutton the front of your jeans, sliding his hand inside like he’s done this a million times before. The tips of his fingers slide in-between your folds, making him groan against your mouth from how wet you are.

Your hips slightly jolt as soon as his fingers find your sensitive bud. He slowly rubs your clit in circular motions, making you moan out his name in pleasure. Just hearing you say his name like that makes Hyunjae’s knees almost feel like jelly.

“I love you so fucking much you have no idea.” He suddenly blurts out, hoping it doesn’t scare you away. You palm his clothed erection, unbuttoning his pants the same way he did with you.

“Then show me.”

Hyunjae immediately pulls down his pants along with his boxers enough to free his aching cock from its confinement. Your mouth waters at the sight of his size. Too distracted by staring at his cock, you don't even notice Hyunjae pulling down your own jeans until you feel the slight breeze on your exposed cunt.

His knee nudges your legs apart a bit more as he holds the base of his cock, angling the head to insert through your folds. You instinctively close your legs again, trapping his member as he slowly bends his knee to thrust himself.

He holds your waist for support as you continue feeling his cock glide through your wet folds, nudging your sensitive clit in the process. You both moan when the head of his cock nearly gets caught at your entrance, tempting him to just push the tip in.

“Hyunjae…” You desperately call out his name as you grab his hair and tug on it again. He doesn’t know how long he’ll last especially with how your sweet voice sounds saying his name. God how he missed you so much.

“Just a little more okay? Are you close?” He asks.

“Uh-huh. Don’t stop-” You beg. Hyunjae quickens his thrusts through your folds like his life depended on it. You almost let out a guttural moan as soon as you feel the knot inside you snap, but Hyunjae is quick to muffle it by kissing you.

You were so out of touch from your high that you didn’t even realize Hyunjae reaching his own high in that moment as well. The sound of him moaning and slipping his tongue into your mouth is what brought you back. Feeling his load spilled through your folds and the sounds of your arousals mixing together is almost enough for you to go again despite feeling a bit sensitive.

“Shit- I’m so sorry-” Hyunjae panics. He didn’t expect to cum so quick. All he wanted was to make you feel good. He feels his cheeks are on fire from embarrassment, afraid that this is what will drive you away from him again.

“L-let me clean you up-” Hyunjae drops to his knees.

“What are you do-oh my god” you gasp. You feel his tongue lapping at your cunt, trying to clean up the mess he made with his mouth. The act alone makes his cock twitch again, but he gets back up as soon as he’s done.

You pull him by his collar to kiss him once more, tasting your mixed arousals before pulling away. You both help each other fix up before looking at each other.

“Did you mean it?” You ask him. “When you said you loved me?”

Hyunjae hesitates for a split second, but after what just happened he comes clean. “Yeah, I did. Ever since I met you.” His hand caressing the side of your face. Your eyes soften as your heart flutters inside, giving him a peck on the lips.

“Good, because I feel the same way. Actually… that’s why I avoided you.” you shyly say.

Hyunjae smiles before giving you a peck on the lips. “You’re adorable you know that?”

“Let’s get out of here. I think our friends are looking for us” Hyunjae says, making you remember why you’re in the closet again to begin with. You grab his hand as he opens the closet door.

You both nearly get startled as soon as you see very irritated Haknyeon standing in-front of you with his hands perched on each side of his hips,

“You know, the point of hide and seek is to be quiet. If you’re gonna do some nasty shit in my closet at least do it IN SILENCE…”

[grapesrsogood]

PART TWO OF PET AND PICKLE but now its Pet and Pickle and Barista and Love :3

All the listeners are referred to as women, the first one is gender neutral but i couldnt help myself with this one T^T

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Pet and Pickle deciding on one of their sleepovers that they need to expand their friendship group.

Pickle saying she could look into her childhood best friend, Barista, so she does and finds that she was taken in by a gang. Pickle doesn’t give up though and contacts the gang lord, explaining the situation and Warden finds it so amusing that he allows it (and with the knowledge of who Issac is and knowing he’s trustable)

Pet contacting her emergeny contact, who just so happens to be Dontis, asking if he know anyone who would be interested in their friendship group, Dontis asking Love and Love agreeing, they dont ask Xanthus though since he definitely would have to threaten them or what not.

Their stupid little group chat that took way too much effort to create talks daily and about literally EVERYTHING.

The texts consist mostly of “goodnight pookies :D”s and “good morning besties :3”s.

All of them agreeing to meet up in a park for a picnic together, they tell their partners that it’ll be a cute date in a pretty park but in reality its a massive fuck off picnic where the girls wrestle and make flower chains, laughing about random things.

The guys are just so confused about how this even happened, Issac being the awkward little shit he is, Xanthus angrily staring at everyone except for Love, Elias trying to start conversation and trying to ease the tension but inevitably fails and Asirel with his thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose the whole time, how the hell did they end up here.

The girls becoming best friends immediately and playing random stupid little games like duck duck goose, hide ‘n’ seek and tag whilst the guys dont understand the how they can be so trusting and have so much fun with people they’ve known for maybe a month.

The girls would all kill for eachother and are so close that they form a pact where if any of them are in trouble then the others would come rescue them no matter what.

They call themselves the bestfriend squad, the guys hate it.

They have frequent sleepovers but have to rent out places because none of the guys trust the others enough to go to their own houses.

Matching pj’s all the way. DUH

They dress up for halloween together, they give each other gifts, they NEED to throw birthday parties for each other and god forbid they find out its any of they guys birthdays.

They have created their own little family in a matter of weeks and their favourite days are when Dontis comes over too and they all get piggy back rides. :3

Two words. CUDDLE PILE >v<

Talking about how they all met and they’re all horrified to hear about each others.

“Yeah, Xanthus cornered me in an ally, i stabbed him and then he drank my blood. I love him so much” :)

“…. HE DID WHAT?!”

“Yeah, Issac kinda just picked me up in an alleyway and took me home”

“SO HE KIDNAPPED YOU?!”

“Oh, Elias saved my life when a rival gang blew up the coffee shop i was working at”

“Sweet but YOUR WORKPLACE EXPLODED?!

“Asirel bought me”

“What the actual fuck”

Thats basically how that went.

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BUT let me know if yall want more because i love them :3

This writing style is one of my favs and is the easiest but it also means the posts are fairly short most of the time :(

You can find part 1 here

And part 3 here

Find masterlist here

BAIIIIII :D

[gatitties]

The end?

─Yandere!bonten x assassin!reader

─Summary: You're sick of all the chasing and you want to put an end to this whole game of cat and dog

─Warnings: toxic behavior, blood, obsession, stalking, suicide attempt, violence, yandere stuff

@epitios here you go!, and for everyone who was waiting for a third part too😌

Part One / Part Two

You collapsed on the floor of your apartment, your breathing quickening and gasping, the sound of your heart pounding in your ears so loud you thought your eardrum was going to explode at that very moment. You covered your mouth as you moved slowly to the closet, the front door opening.

"Dammit, you said this was the exact location, you useless Sanzu."

"Shut up, at least I've gotten enough clues to find something solid."

Rindou rolled his eyes inspecting your apartment, you swallowed dryly, trying to calm your panic attack, you slowly pushed a lever inside the small space, a small door opened next to you, you crouched down to enter through the narrow secret passage, closing behind you just as the closet doors opened.

"Nothing around here…"

"Look at this, at least we know someone has fled from here."

Rin smiled when he saw the almost cold food in the kitchen, a maniacal smile on the drug addict's face when he saw that he had hit the nail on the head, he supposed that you had escaped from them in time, but how much longer would you hold out? They were already too close. They both warned the others to search the surroundings but they couldn't find you, Mikey was starting to get impatient with this search.

You narrowly missed their radar since the guy with the stupid braid, as you knew Mochizuki, almost caught you sneaking through the alleys of the city. It was stressful, you were on the brink of collapse right now, you had spent five months playing hide-and-seek with this stupid mafia, you had practically given up the dirty jobs underground just to survive the Bonten executives. They pushed you over the edge because you never seemed to have more than a couple of days to have to find a new place or personality to adopt to throw them off, you had frequent nightmares, anxiety attacks, your life was turned upside down right now and you wanted to end all this shit.

You were young, definitely many years of life ahead, but you already felt rotten inside, you had experienced many things, pleasant and unpleasant, all this 'game' with Bonten only made what little sanity you had kept go overboard, your work wasn't a pleasant thing to do and now they've got your mind blown.

"Well, this will be the final point, I don't care about anything anymore, they won't need to look for me anymore, damn stalker psychopaths."

You looked at your figure in the mirror one last time with dead eyes, your favorite clothes on, all you had on you was a gun with a bullet in it, you left a note for the guy you rented the apartment from earlier that day, apologizing for give him so much trouble, you sent your parents one last message even though they didn't deserve a look from you, you felt that the fairest thing was for them to know that at least you wouldn't see them again even if they wanted to.

A shaky sigh escaped your lips as you looked at the imposing building, it's not like it was the first time you've infiltrated, the truth is that if you could go back in time you would choose not to have come that day and threaten those men to leave you alone, you only made things worse, but today you would put an end to it.

As you infiltrated like last time, everyone was gathered, confused by the message they had found while tracking you down, Kokonoi left the crumpled note on the round table after reading it.

"It doesn't make sense, run away and now ask to see each other? isn't that weird?"

Takeomi nodded, no one would be stupid enough to want to meet their potential kidnappers and stalkers on their own turf, but anyway, they were all prepared and armed depending on what happened.

"And if it is only a decoy?"

Ran straightened up in his seat, fiddling with his braids, Kakucho got up to look through the vents, where you came in the other time.

"Whatever it is we can only wait, it's not like she can go very far, we have contacts everywhere."

Mikey remained silent the entire time, the others talked creating theories of your next move, he just stared blankly, fleeting memories of you in his mind, you were just a whim, but he wanted you to bow down to him, no one had ever had the courage to threaten him so openly and escape for so long, you would be like a trophy to him, what happened next, he didn't care much.

His eyes moved slightly towards the restored window that you broke, remembering how your body rushed into the void falling into the darkness of the night, he narrowed his eyes when he thought he saw something strange move near the window, like a reflection of someone who didn't was in the room.

"The window…"

His murmur almost goes unnoticed if it weren't for the fact that everyone fell silent at the right moment, they almost broke their necks to look at the window, at that very moment they all covered themselves because the glass exploded, falling all over the place, again, you positioned yourself on top of the table with a dominant stance, even though your mind was thinking that in this situation you were anything but the one dominating the stupid game you've been playing for months.

"Catch her!"

"Don't touch me!"

You kicked Kakucho, moving to avoid Mochizuki's arms, holding everyone at bay until Mikey rose from his seat, ordering everyone to stay put, your chest heaving from the short but intense fight, feeling uncomfortable under the gaze of all those men.

"I think you came here to make a deal, right? We hear you."

The boss smiled when he saw that you lowered your guard, he knew that whatever you said he was not going to accept, right now, on his 'land', you had no say, you were under their control at this moment, he thought that you had abandoned, that you you were going to surrender before them like everyone else, they had succeeded, they had hunted you.

"Yes… I came to say some last words to the people who have finished ruining my life, it's something very important! so listen carefully, I won't repeat it again…" you waited a few seconds to give tension, everyone held their breath waiting for your words, almost anticipating a victory because they caught you in their clutches and that you would have given yourself up "Fuck you! If anyone is going to ruin my life it will be me! I hope we don't meet in hell, whores!"

You quickly moved your hand to reach for your pistol, clamped it to your jaw and fired, blood splattering on the faces of Mikey, Kokonoi and Sanzu, your body falling into the arms of the Haitani brothers, who carefully grabbed you.

"Fuck… that was close."

Rindou muttered seeing how you had only fainted, his brother had managed to reach you before you tried to take your life in front of everyone, he moved your body enough so that the bullet that threatened to dethrone part of your face and skull, only grazed your right cheek and ear, you would surely lose some hearing and you would have a new scar much more visible from now on.

They all looked at each other in silence, Takeomi had taken it upon himself to call a doctor to treat your injuries, they had already done it, there was no way for you to get out of their control easily, you had no way out, you were brave enough to face them a second time and attempting suicide in front of them, Sanzu was delighted by your performance, he couldn't wait to have you with him and all the things he could do, the others having a similar feeling, unlike you, waking up and finding yourself in that situation was not what did you imagine, being trapped with a group of psychopaths, you needed to get out of there no matter what, maybe your attempt to end everything was unsuccessful, but you can always have second chances, you don't care about the cost, you wouldn't give them the pleasure of seeing you bow down to them.

[annahxredaxted]

saw your Sam and Darlin pregnancy headcanons ....

if you haven't already , could you do Milo/Sweetheart?

theyre so perfect for each other , I'd love to see Milo as a dad/caring for Sweetheart through the pregnancy aww 🙏🏽🙏🏽

OHHH YEAHHHH i mean i did do “dad milo hc” but it’s not really the same… 😏

ILL DEFINITELY DO THIS ONE

tw: pregnancy

Milo/Sweetheart Pregnancy headcannons!

OH MY GOD MILO WAS SO EXCITED

he was a little nervous because of his dad but not as much as you’d expect

“really? no fucking shit? your fucking with me! really? like really really? holy shit!”

when they tell him he immediately demands they sit down and relax, he makes them their favorite dinner and cuddles with them for a while

he stopped cussing completely by like month 5 of their pregnancy

“fu— crap i dropped my phone..”

he kisses their belly when he leaves for work

^ “bye sweetheart,” *kiss on the lips* “bye baby..” *kiss on the belly*

milo makes them sit down when their face shows even the slightest hint of discomfort

if you have long hair he will definitely hold it back during morning sickness and rub sweethearts back

he gives them loads of massages and cuddles

definitely wanted to do a maternity photo shoot

when he spoons them at night he holds their stomach

YOU BETTER BELIEVE HE WAS AT EVERY APPOINTMENT

he missed one because of a job and he was pissy for a week

brushes sweethearts hair and helps them do it and stuff

he made very long name lists

sweetheart proposed the idea of a “milo Jr.” and he cried (if it’s a boy)

he makes sweetheart drink 3 full water bottles in a day

he definitely helps them wash their hair and their body and stuff in the shower

sweethearts water broke late at night, they had a few contractions before waking milo up

he didn’t panic and he was relaxed but he was STRESSED on the inside

he grabbed everything all the bags and chargers and pillows and whatever

held sweethearts hand the whole drive to the hospital

“i can turn with one hand relax..”

he didn’t faint! he was really good the whole time

he did yell at a hospital staff for making him fill out so much paperwork before getting them to a room

sweetheart had to calm him down and he felt really bad

“if you guys don’t get your heads out of your asses so you can see that their about to!—“ they put a hand on his arm and he sighed

“nevermind just give me the damn clip board..”

when baby greer was born he sobbed like a lot

“awh they look just like you sweetheart…” he said while sobbing

skin to skin almost immediately putting the baby on his bare chest

“milo give me the damn baby—“

he shushed them and smiled

he took a picture of sweetheart holding baby greer and the two of them were sleeping in the hospital bed and that’s his lockscreen and it probably will be for a while

be considered proposing for a little more security considering they had a kid now

milo has thick curly hair

guess how the baby came out?

with a full fucking head of hair

aw he plays with baby greer all the time, peek a boo and baby things

when baby greer can walk and kinda talk he plays hide and seek

hide and seek makes sweetheart nervous because they like to know where the baby is

awh they have such adorable family photos

he keeps a different picture of sweetheart and baby greer in his wallet

it’s of sweetheart kissing the baby and smiling really widely while the baby’s smile is just as wide if not more

heheheh that’s all :3

[meltdownrelics]

REVVED HEARTS ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

{ Chapter 0 }

context; you’ve been rolling with the wrong crowd for a little while now and they land you in a bit of trouble, you get a job as a lady of the line at an underground racing track to pay off what you owe but, two racers can’t seem to get enough of you,

w/c; 1186

a/n: sorry this chapter is so shit. this is just necessary back story (there’s another a/n at the end once you’ve read the chapter )

IF YOU SEE ANY ERRORS PLEASE POINT THEM OUT!!!

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An announcers over enthusiastic voice sounds through the speakers. The hum of engines and the roar of a crowd are the only thing you can hear. Standing tall and proud with two checkered flags in each hand, you raise the flags above your head, flash a sinister smile, and shoot your hands down.

How did you get there?

Last you remember you were with your friends. In the same track matter of fact. After spending the last couple of months droning about at your job. Your friends convince you to go out, not a party or anything. Just them. “You need to get out more!”, they’d say. Fuck them.

So here you were, in the stands of the track. Bottles littered the ground around you and a haze of grey swirled around your laughs and breaths. Technically the track was private property, technically it was a little illegal to be trashing the place like this, but who cares?

“Hey, you guys want to play hide and seek?” Your bitch of friend Mahito suggests.

“Really Mahito? At our grown age?” You snort and ignore his remark instead choosing to sit up a little straighter and take a swig from your drink.

“Ah, don’t be such a buzz kill! Hide and seek will be fun, I mean look at this place!” Your friends keep begging—practically on their knees. You reluctantly agree.

“Alright fine whatever! I’m playing one round if it means you all with shut the fuck up!” You sigh exasperated and stand up dusting off your pants.

“Great!” Mahito jumps up and claps his hands together. “Now, we’re going to be playing a different version of hide and seek. In this one, one person hides and everybody else seeks! Makes it funner and more high stakes.” He clears his throat and looks around at the other members of your friend group. “You’ll hide first, and everybody else will seek! I’m assuming nobody has an objection.” He looks around, nobody objects.

“What? Mahito that doesn’t make any sen—“ You’re silenced by Mahito practically pushing you off the stands and into the empty track.

“No backing out now! You agreed! Just one round, me and everybody else will count to, let’s say… a hundred? Yeah. A hundred. Be a dear and don’t get found easily, thank you!” And with that he turns on his heels and runs back up to the stands to begin counting. ‘Fucking bastard. I’m never coming back here again.’ You fume to yourself and stomp off to find some mediocre burning spot.

You walk around for maybe 20 seconds before you spot a garage, open just a crack but enough for you to slide under and into. You hear Mahito and the others begin looking for you, and in a last ditch effort you crawl under the garage and hide behind an old car with a tarp on it.

You lean your head back and close your eyes. It was late. 1:42 to be exact. This was the one weekend where you could let go a little and relax and you were spending it in a dingy racing track with friends you probably shouldn’t be friends with. Fuck.

Time keeps going and you spend whag seems like forever in that garage. Your phone was almost dead and it was now 2:13 AM. ‘What the fucks taking them so long?’

You crawl out from under the garage and head back to where you guys were hanging around earlier. Instead of finding your friends, you see the mess of bottles and a tall figure standing with his arms crossed looking down at you. Your mouth opens then closes. ‘They wouldn’t.’

“Your little entérage of goonies left you.” When he spoke his words came out smooth like velvet. Every word was picked carefully like a flower in a bouquet.

“What are you talki—who are you?!” You take a step off the stands ready to book it if neccassary. You knew this wasn’t a good idea, you could be home, enjoying yourself, catching up on love island, yelling at the tv while watching Shameless, maybe even finishing tha—

“Don’t bother.” He cut your train of thought. “If you even think of running I have police on standby ready to arrest you for trespassing.” He steps down the stands until he’s in front of you and you can clearly make him out. Blonde hair, green glasses, a tan suit. Obviously a man who meant business.

“I’m Kento Nanami. I run this track where you and your friends decided to hold your little..escapade.” He clears his throat. “May I ask how you plan on covering the damages?”

“Damages?” You scoff. “It’s a couple of bottles I can trash that.” You fold your arms feeling too tipsy and tired to deal with this.

“‘A couple of bottles? My windows were shattered and countless items of merchandise was stolen from the shop.” His face hardens as he looks down at you. “I take it you didn’t know?”

“Y-You can’t be serious.” You try to laugh off the tense atmosphere.

“Deadly.” He only stares down at you. You scans you from head to toe. Something quirks behind his eyes.

“Will your friends be aiding you in covering the total cost? My guess is it will be well over ten-thousand dollars.” His brow arches and his lips purse. His eyes seem to watch you more.

“Holy, shit are you kidding me?” You run both hands over your head to smooth it down. “Look Mr. Nanami—sir. I can’t afford that.”

“Maybe your friends could help?”

You swear under your breath and run your hands up and down your face trying to wake yourself up and think.

“If you can’t come up with the money, I have an idea…” Kento speaks his words slowly.

“I’m not having sex with you!” You snap and glare at him. You notice a frown grow on his face and his look only seems to get harsher.

“I wasn’t talking about…sex. I mean a real job opportunity. Only nightly, maybe once a week. Wouldn’t interrupt your day job.”

“I’m listening…”

“Be a lady of the line. Be my flag girl. Just stand there look prettt and wave your flag.” He pushes his glasses up.

“A… ‘lady of the line’?…I don’t know, I don’t usually ha—“

He sighs heavily cutting you off, “I’ll pay you 500 for each race…unless or course you want to pay that damage control out of your own pocket?….”

You blink absent mindedly at him. One blink, two blink. “When do I start?”

That’s how you found yourself in this situation, low zip leather body suit, and thigh highs. All around you people whistled and cheered as the racers kicked off. You use this opportunity to walk if the track and stumble into the bathroom. God it was intoxicating in the worst way. You felt like you were going to throw up.

But atleast you were one step closer to clearing your goal and leaving this shit sack of a race track.

500 down, 9500 more to go.

(TAGLIST (12/50): @tojis-ball-sack @lemonnotade @shhinigamii @shuuji71 @damianodavidscumslut @lovingami @yuuuumii @kodzukenwhore @aiicpansion @pinkfqiry @flashin-lights10 @chrimsychrism )

a/n: toji and sukuna will be introduced next chapter+i will try to make everything more visually appealing im sorry (😣), also if you can’t tell mahito is an opp.

made by meltdownrelics ‘24

[goddess-aelin]

Little Falcon

For day 22 of Rowaelin Month: Magic/Shifting lessons with the kids

@rowaelinscourt

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Word count: 1k

Warnings: none!

Aelin was going to kill him, she truly was. She usually was a forgiving soul, one of the kindest people he knew despite her penchant for violence and general mischief. But for this, she would kill him.

Because he committed probably the worst act he could have ever committed. Worse than killing a man. Worse than forgetting Aelin’s birthday. Worse than eating his wife’s chocolate hazelnut cake. No, Rowan lost their daughter. Alma was almost four years old, her blonde, shining hair always a beacon and her quiet, yet temperamental disposition a mirror of her mother’s. It seemed that she had also inherited her mother’s ability to sneak around. Because she wasn’t here. She wasn’t anywhere.

He’d been searching the castle for almost an hour, hoping to find the little trickster before Aelin was done with her meeting. He began in Alma’s room, hoping that her golden hair would be sticking out from her covers or her tiny toes from under her bed. No such luck was found. He made his way around the royal family’s wing of the castle with the same circumstances. He quietly asked the staff members if they had seen her, all to a resounding “no” and a look of disapproval that he lost Alma.

He was about to shift into hawk form to do a fly-by of the castle grounds but before he could, he heard footsteps coming up the stairs to their wing. Alma. Relieved, he rounded the corner, shouting her name and about to give the little girl a stern talking to when he stopped in his tracks. Aelin was standing in front of him, one brow raised and a knowing look on her face.

“Why were you calling Alma’s name?”

Rowan let out a nervous chuckle. “Well, you see…” He knew Aelin could probably see the sweat beading on his forehead. “Alma and I, we were….we were playing hide and seek! Yeah. And she’s just so good at hiding that I can’t find her.”

Aelin rolled her eyes. “You’re a terrible liar, Buzzard. Just tell me you lost our daughter so we can go find her.”

He deflated at that. “Fine. I lost our daughter. Happy now?”

“Not particularly, no.” Aelin sighed. “I was gone for less than two hours, Rowan. How did this happen?”

“Errin needed to be changed so I stepped out of her room for a minute. A single minute, Aelin. And the next thing I knew, she was gone.” Panic laced his voice and he knew that he was about five seconds from completely losing his shit. It was a miracle he had kept it together this long, to be quite honest.

“I put Errin in his crib for a nap–don’t worry, one of the nursemaids is in there with him–and I came back and she was just gone. I didn’t even hear her little feet scamper by or anything. I don’t understand it.” Tears were finally forming in his eyes as the realization that he lost their daughter set in.

Slender arms wrapped around his middle, embracing him tightly. “It’s okay, Buzzard. We’ll find her, okay? We’ll look together and we’ll find her.” Even if Aelin was putting on a brave front, he knew she was probably panicking as much as he was. “Besides, she has the bravery of both of her parents so I’m sure she’s totally fine.” Aelin gave him a small smile and pulled him by the hand toward her room.

Gradually, they overturned every cushion, ripped every blanket from her bed, and opened everyy door and drawer but still no Alma. Rowan tugged on his hair, hoping to relieve some of the tension that was building in the pit of his stomach again. Aelin was slowly putting everything back to where it was so he figured he’d go and make another round of their bedroom.

Aelin’s voice halted him about halfway down the hall. “Uh, hey, Buzzard?”

He doesn’t think he ever ran so fast in his life. With panicked eyes, he burst into the room like a tornado. Aelin was standing calmly in the center of the room, looking up at the small curtain rod that hung over Alma’s bed.

“Look there,” she pointed toward the ceiling where a small bird was perched on the curtain rod. A suspiciously golden-looking falcon stared back at him and chirped. The tiny falcon flapped its wings, getting enough air to rise up from its perch and glide down to land on Rowan’s shoulder.

Aelin’s voice was breathless when she spoke, “Is that–”

Rowan nodded. “I think it is.” Rowan brought a single finger up to gently pet the bird’s head, it’s color too close to Alma’s blonde waves for it to be a coincidence.

As his finger stopped its motion, a bright light flashed and then there was a familiar weight in his arms. He was shocked into silence as he beheld Alma sitting in his arms, smiling.

“I was hidin’ Daddy!”

Slowly, so as not to startle her, Rowan brought her into the tightest embrace he could manage without crushing her little bones. “I can see that,” he choked out. When he looked up at Aelin, she had a hand over her mouth, eyes wide. She gave him a look that seemed to say, Well, shit.

“Alma, how long have you been able to do that? Turn into a bird?”

“I not just any bird, Daddy! I’s a falcon! Uncle Fen said so!”

“Uncle Fen knew about this?” Alma nodded enthusiastically.

“Yeah! He said I should sup’rise you.”

Rowan smiled tightly at his daughter. “Consider me surprised, little falcon.”

His daughter put her tiny hands over her mouth and giggled. The sight made his cold heart melt. But quickly, the severity of the situation overtook him.

“You have to let me know when you’re going to shift, okay? I want to teach you how to fly safely so you don’t hurt yourself.”

“Daddy, you’re bein’ a Buzzard. Jus’ like Mommy always says.”

Rowan’s mouth hung open. Aelin’s cackle could be heard throughout the castle as she doubled over in hysterics.

Eventually, Aelin’s laughter died down and she met his eyes through her tears. I’ll get you back for that, Fireheart.

Mmhm, sure. Not before you murder Fenrys though, right?

Rowan gave a curt nod and pulled his giggling little falcon back into his arms. She placed a tiny hand over the tattoo on his face.

“Daddy, I can’t wait to fly with you! It’s gonna be so much fun.” And with that, she snuggled into his arms once more.

Maybe murdering Fenrys could wait a few more minutes.

A/N: I absolutely loved writing this one and I was squealing from cuteness while doing so 🥹

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[kissorkill16]

Why Won't Anyone Save Me?: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Nicky wonders why no one has come to save him.

Nicky was thrown into a small room, and the door slammed behind him. Nicky ran to the door and started banging on it.

"Let me out! Let me out you son of a bitch!"

"Haha...", Mr. Peterson let out a dry laugh. "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth, young man?", he said. "I finally have you. After months and months of chasing you, I finally have you right where I want you."

"You're a sick bastard! A sick, sick bastard!"

"Call me whatever you want, I'm not letting you out."

"You won't get away with this, Peterson!", screamed Nicky. "People will be looking for me! My friends, my parents, everyone I know! And when they find me and the crying child you have in your basement, you'll be in deep shit!"

Mr. Peterson didn't say anything, he just locked the door and walked away.

"Just wait, you old bitch.", Nicky mumbled, "People will come looking for me."

A week passed by, and since then, Nicky has been plotting escape plans, all the while waiting for someone to save him. No one came yet, but he didn't lose hope.

But all of his escape plans landed him back in the basement, and several scrapes and bruises in many different places. Not only that, but Mr. Peterson had been making new adjustments to his house.

Nicky felt a chill run down his spine, he turned around to see what it was, but he didn't see anything.

"Play with me..."

"Huh?", Nicky jumped up and scooted to the corner of the room. "Who said that?"

"Play with me, Nicky..."

Nicky curled in on himself. "Who's there?! Get away from me!"

"I'm lonely. Come play with me..."

"No!", Nicky screamed. Then a figure appeared in the center of the room. Actually, two figures. One was in the form of Lucy Yi, and the other was in the form of Mya Peterson.

The figures leaped towards Nicky and started scratching at him with their sharp nails.

"PLAY WITH US!"

"WE'RE LONELY!"

"AHHH! STOP! ALRIGHT, I'LL PLAY WITH YOU!", Nicky cried. Then the figures stopped scratching him. They started playing a game of Hide & Seek, and all the while, Nicky kept praying in his mind that someone would come save him. Because right now, Nicky was being kept from escaping himself by two shadow figured girls.

One week turned into two weeks, and two weeks turned into four weeks, and six weeks turned into a whole month. Mr. Peterson had been absent most of the time, but he still made sure to take care of Nicky.

Mr. Peterson had been keeping watch for any missing posters of Nicky, and anytime he saw one, he tore it off and shredded it into a million pieces. He lied to the police and said he must've ran away somewhere far away, and lied to his parents about knowing any of his last known whereabouts.

Mr. Peterson took a tray of sandwiches and juice boxes to Nicky, and he was slightly satisfied seeing his little prisoner all helpless and scared. But he was also a tiny bit sympathetic, at least he thought so as he bandaged his scars and bruises.

"Hungry?", he asked the little boy.

Nicky didn't say anything, he just kept his knees up to his chest.

"I haven't seen any missing posters of you around, and no search parties out for you. I don't think I've even seen any of your friends.", he said to Nicky.

"I guess they're glad you're gone.", was the last thing Nicky heard from Mr. Peterson before the man left.

After he left, Nicky couldn't help but wonder...

"Why?"

Why isn't anyone looking for him?

Was it something he did? Something he said? What was it? Nicky demanded to know.

Did no one care? Was Mr. Peterson right all along? Was everyone in the neighborhood glad he was gone?

He had been left here in this basement, for weeks on end, stuck playing with shadows who threatened to hurt him if he didn't play with them. No one was coming to save him, and he could barely save himself.

Just those thoughts were enough to make Nicky cry.

[thequeenofthedisneyverse]

Who they need (It's not me) -Deceiver Au; Chapter 2

TW: People getting hurt at the hands of an unstable teenager and swearing

Chapter 1

Camilo was deeply seething in his room as he paced back and forth on stage. People were still expecting him to babysit their kids like there isn't any other person eligible for the job in the entire Encanto.

You should've seen the hoard of parents in his face with their children in tow. They all looked stressed, irritated, and/or desperate. Camilo felt bad, truly he did, but that sympathy was quickly replaced by anger and utter disgust.

They were all asking him to watch their kids for a few hours when he just wanted peace to hang out with his friends. Some of the kids to ask the same thing, unknowingly trying to guilt trip him as their parents were.

Others somehow figured it was the best time to ask him if he could shift into Luisa or some other figure to help them with something.

Without thinking he just pushed pass the crowd of people and ran back to Casita. This was supposed to be a happy day for him for f*ck sake!

He got the makeover that he wanted, and he really wanted to show it off to his friends. But some people couldn't understand the word NO!

And this has been happening for over two and a half weeks now. Some parents won't even say anything, they just drop the kid(s) off wherever he's standing. The parents disappear so quickly he just has to put up with it until they come back for their child(ren).

On other occasions some adults would just order him to do something.

"Camilo, I need Luisa to help me with donkeys but she won't help. Maybe you-"

"Camilo, I need you to help me lift these bricks-"

"You can turn into animals now, right? can you help with-"

"Please, I just need a few hours alone. You want to help me, don't you?"

And the kids (either with their parents or just out and about) didn't help. Not that he would put anything against them, they are just kids.

"Camilo, I want to play a game with you! You always have fun games to play"

"Tell us a story por favor, I want a story!"

"Can we play hide & seek in the corn fields"

"Camilo, I need help with this, Camilo I need help with that! I just want a break, why can't I catch a fucking break?! It's like my old life all over again. Thanks Mirabel, for being such a HELPFUL PAIN IN MY ASS!" He thought to himself. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have gotten his gift back no one would be bothering him.

"I'm starting to hate my own fucking name because of these people..."

And what makes matters worse is that is that people are starting to blame him for shit that he didn't do again. Little pranks here and there that do seem like something he would do. They are coming less believable to his family of course but that doesn't mean he's any less tired of it.

Did I mention that Camilo's shapeshifting mishap has become a joke around Encanto?

Whenever he walks around, he can see people looking at him and snickering, giggling, and just don't right laughing. Some even verbally reminding him of it while laughing IN FRONT OF HIM!

"Oh boy Milo, you are some jokester aren't you? Do you think you can do that again?"

"Hey niño animal, you gonna shift and cry again?"

For this past month, it's been taking EVERYTHING in Camilo to not act on petty urges. The urges to burn, break, and just cause chaos to everything and everyone in Encanto.

Why was he holding back? Because he wanted to give the villagers a chance. Some had seemed so nice and respectful he thought they might have changed their ways. He also wanted to spend more time with HIS side of the family.

Consequently, causing his pure rage from when he was five years old to now to bubble over.

Wait...

The miracle came back November 30th, it was now December 20th, just a few more days until Christmas, and then his birthday.

A thought came to mind, there was so much he could do in that time. A little gift to himself for all the shit he's put up with. Camilo smile lit up and so did his eyes, a powerful green and purple glow to them.

"I can become small just like I can turn tall I can become the person you think you'll need-"

Camilo shifted into a mouse and then a jaguar. Then a capybara, slowly shifting into any and every animal he thought of just for quick practice. Mirrors sat in the audience as showed every animal and person he shifted into.

From Alma, to Pepa, to Dolores, to Luisa, and to Isabela. He pretended to be them with their own mannerisms as he sang and twirled around.

"I can become you; no one knows It's not true. So, you really think I'll be the person you need?"

Now that Camilo was finally coming to terms with his urges. He'll do what everyone wants him to do. But it'll come with a consequence.

"I need your face to help me do what I need, so tell me who you need from me, and I get you dealt with. The person you need me to be that person will never be me...will it?"

Camilo shifted into Antonio and looked at one of the mirrors sitting on an audience seat. He touched the mirror and smiled mischievously.

"I can become cute-," He then shifted into Mariano, "Just like I can turn brute I can become the person you think you'll need"

Milo then shifted into Mirabel, the girl he very much despised at the moment. "I can become you; No one knows it's not true so you're who they need?"

Camilo thought about it "I would love nothing more than to ruin her reputation. She's the on who put me in this mess after all"...but doing something in Mirabel's form wouldn't go well in his favor. Everyone will know it's him causing the trouble so what's the point?

He rolled his eyes and thought about someone else, Oh...Milan Gonzalo. The man who liked to drop off his bratty entitled children for hours at a time until dinner came around. Milo shifted into him in an instant-

"I need your face to help me do what I need, so tell me who you need from me, and I get you dealt with. The person you need me to be that person will never be me...will it?"

He thought of ways to ruin his life and remembered he has a big shoe store.

A perfect place to destroy.

"Me, myself, and I oh now I know them. I'll just become another lie the real me will destroy them."

("Me, myself, and I we all will try to be that lie we will be that phony lie")

Camilo climbed on top of his stage and ran over to his dresser. He pulled the upper drawer open and rummaged through the scissors, paper, and pens until he found what he was looking for.

A pack of matches.

Once he had them in his right hand he smiled sinisterly as he clutched them and put them in his right pocket. With a quick pace Camilo left his room.

On the way to the village, he shifted into a hummingbird and flew over the villagers. He loved the feeling of the air in his wings and the feeling of superiority he had over the people below him.

After turning a few corners and down a few alley ways, he made it to Milan's shoe store. Oh, how well kept and pristine it was. Too bad it wasn't going to stay that way.

He perched himself on a bench next to the shop in a butterfly form and waited for someone to go in. Luckily, the main man himself, Milan, walked out of his store.

Camilo noticed he had keys in his hands, so it was obvious he was about to lock up.

"Why couldn't he be inside while I burn this place down? just a little burn wouldn't do much."

Quickly, Milo turned into a mosquito and flew as fast as he could into the store. He landed on the hard wooden floor of the establishment. The warmth shining through the glass made the floor warm to the touch.

Milo shifted back into himself but remained crouched because there were glass windows in front of the shop, and he didn't want to risk being seen.

Some shoes were put on display behind the glass and by how high up they were, which was four feet, he could hide a little bit.

He took the match pack out of his pocket, pressed the match head into the striker, and dragged the head along the striker. Resulting in a small little flame.

It flickered and shined brightly in Camilo's eyes. Those held hateful and petty intent mixed with mischievous joy. Camilo carefully placed a match into a shoe and lit another match, doing the same thing over and over again.

He was happily torching every shoe in sight until he landed on some orange and yellow espadrilles (shoes similar to Dolores'/Pepa's).

"Hm, I need some new shoes" Like he didn't have ten new pairs at home.

Camilo grabbed the shoes, took off his old ones, and put on the new ones. Perfect fit!

This was so thrilling for him. Burning down the store of one of the people who used him while they did only God knows what. The feeling was incredible.

As of right now, the entire place was smelling like smoke and the matches were starting to do their job. But he lit a couple more matches and just threw them about. He needed this process to be a lot quicker.

Before the smell of fire fully got onto him, Camilo shifted into a mosquito again and flapped his tiny wings through the keyhole. When he saw no one was watching he shifted into a hummingbird again and sat on top of the shoe store.

He sat there for five minutes until he got bored and flew away to cause havoc to someone else. No one noticed the store was burning yet. Milo thought of who to f*ck with next. So many candidates!

Camilo looked down at the villagers and noticed a certain person scurrying around. The well-known bully, Esteban Curillo. The entire Encanto despised him and his puta chismosa of a mother.

Esteban could literally murder someone and Dulce, his mother, would deny it. "He would never do such a thing" kind of mama. Milo thought about how Esteban and Dulce sort of mirrored him and Pepa, but he quickly denied those thoughts.

There's no way in hell we're the same...well, maybe a little. But I'm not an asshole like he is.

He remembers how Estaban constantly used to annoy and verbally bully him in school. He still attempts to, and it's been getting on Milo's absolute nerve.

Then he remembered some gossip between students where Esteban got into a fight with his aunt a few weeks ago, one of the many bakers in Encanto. Something about how she banned him from her bakery because he actively destroys and steal stuff from it.

And when the blame couldn't be placed on Esteban, surely the next best person to blame was Camilo. He hated that. Esteban also didn't know the meaning of the word "NO" and girls utterly despised him for it.

Perfect target number two

And Camilo just so happened to be a frequent person in that bakery of hers. This was going to be fun. Sure, he was going to feel bad for what he was about to do because Esmerelda is a nice woman but...he needed to blow off steam.

He flew over to her bakery and unfortunately...it was crowded. There wasn't much he could do right now. He'll come to do what he needed to do tonight tho.

"Dammit!...wait, this doesn't mean I can do other things." Camilo thought about what he could do. Then he got it...he was about to an absolute menace...in Esteban's form.

So, that's what he did. Camilo hid behind a house and shifted into the slightly older male. Short brown hair, skin like Tio Agustin's, brown eyes, and a plain dusty blue ruana and grey pants.

The first thing he did was steal some firecrackers, fireworks, and picked up some rocks he found around. He set some firecrackers off in Acacia Herrera's hair, the town *cough* tissue wipe *cough* and home Recker. A woman who also left all of her four kids with Camilo when she didn't feel like watching them. Which would also be for hours at a time.

He smashed windows of shops, threw rocks into windows, destroyed any sort of property of he could. All of which belonged to people who used or made fun of him in some sort of way. And maybe some other random places just for some self-indulgence. (And to keep his tracks unnoticeable)

Milo's heart was beating so freaking fast. There were times where he had to stop and take a break to calm himself down. He knew Dolores was probably listening to what was going on and the last thing he needed was her to be suspicious of him.

His last evil deed was done with fireworks. He walked past a bar and decided to snoop just in case there was anyone in there he recognized. He shifted into a ladybug and flew in

Turns out, 40% parents who forced him to babysit for long hours or just folks who forced him to do tiring ass labor for dumb reasons were in that bar. It wasn't much but still enough to cause him to shift back into Esteban, light up a bunch of fireworks and toss them in.

How could he recognize them? Camilo shapeshifts for a reason; it's built into him to remembering everything about faces at this point. Even when he doesn't mean to.

Sure, there were innocents in there, but Cami really didn't think about that. revenge and pettiness was the only thing on his mind at the moment.

Oh, how colorful all that was. Seeing the fireworks shoot out of the bar so magically and beautifully.

His face:

People were running off shrieking or attempting to dodge the sparks coming at them. Camilo was just amazed. However, he quickly had to get his ass up out of there because the sparks were flying everywhere...and he didn't want to risk getting caught.

All of this was so exciting for him. One of the reasons he was so happy without a care is because that the smart portion of the village, and his family, knows HE would never do any of this.

The Camilo they knew would leave ink on your toothbrush at best, not vandalize, steal, or just cause terror amongst people like ESTEBAN does.

That boy has been known to do these kinds of things before but only at a small scale. But still, multiple people have seen him do all those things.

There's no way people could pin the blame on Camilo this time. And even if they do, they are more than likely going to get a lightning strike and a slap to the face.

He was causing havoc for at least three more hours until it was time for dinner. By then he was really tired, and all of that steam dissipated into pure exhaustion.

He was panting as he still tried to calm himself down. After his heart was steady, he shifted back into himself and slowly walked down they alleyway and turned a corner to get to Casita.

Milo's reign of terror started at 3:30 and ended at 6:45. He didn't exactly know the time, but he knew the sun was setting and that meant it was almost time to go home.

In the meantime, he stopped everything and decided to hang out with his friends. The ones he could find that is. His energy was mostly drained, but he was still able to talk and joke around with them.

By 7:39 it was full time to go home so he bid his friends goodbye and slowly walked home.

He could see his parents walking up ahead of him. Milo saw them hanging on each other, Pepa's arm around Felix's shoulder and Felix's arm around Pepa's waist.

Pepa kisses his cheek and leaned on him, so sweet...of course Camilo didn't think so. Gross, adult love.

The teen boy rolled his eyes at the sight but kept his pace slow. He was in no mood to speed up. Camilo looked behind him and there was Antonio on Luisa's shoulders.

On her left was Isabela and Mirabel, with Dolores on Luisa's right. They were talking about something. Something Camilo cared less to listen to.

Milo turned around and thought back to the events of today, the very start of all the more chaos he'll cause. He smiled warmly at the thought, so much chaos before his birthday. How nice.

Soon enough, he made it into Casita with the others.

"Alright Milo, you know someone is going to say something so just act dumb"

After everyone greeted each other with small talk, they got ready for dinner. Camilo quickly went up to his room and changed, he didn't need anyone smelling any trace of smoke on him.

Once that was done, he came down and sat next to Dolores and his mother.

Sudado de pollo was served for dinner and as always, it's good food. Luisa's favorite actually! Julieta came up with a plan to start cooking meals that are favorites of certain family members. She does it in a pattern according to age.

It'll soon be Camilo's turn seeing as he's the middle child like Luisa.

Everyone talked about their days and Camilo listened, or at least tried to. His mind kept drifting to all the other things he may do before Christmas and his birthday.

Should I become a murderous villain?...hmmm. Eh, seems fun but also WAY too much work. I'm already going to do enough work, but if the situation calls for it, I might-

"CAMILO!"

The boy snapped out of his thoughts and looked to where the voice came from, Isabela.

"Wha?" Camilo asked in confusion. His chameleon earrings dangling with the movement of his head.

"Esteban, he's been the embodiment of chaos all day, didn't you hear?" Isabela asked in an annoyed tone. She wasn't upset at Camilo, just the situation.

"Uh yeah, I did. He's been crazy all day...I wonder why" Camilo tried to sound a little bit concerned but not too over the top.

"He hurt a lot of people," Mirabel added worriedly.

"Are they okay?" Camilo asked

"Si, I healed them" Julieta admitted to him. "I don't what got into that boy but good god he needs to be locked up!" she added with a soft but stern tone.

"You just HAD to heal them Tia...just great" Camilo bitterly thought to himself.

"What would drive him to do all that? and act like he didn't do it?!" Luisa asked with a confused expression.

"What would drive his mother to say it's all lies or that Camilo did it." Dolores muttered quietly but it was loud enough for Camilo and Pepa to hear. Seeing as they were right next to her on both sides.

"And that poor man Milan, his injuries weren't bad but he still had them..." Julieta felt sad at the memory. Unbeknownst to Camilo, Milan went back to his store and saw that everything was on fire.

In an act of stupidity, he ran inside attempting to get a family heirloom from the back part of the small building. Somethings started collapsing/caving in but he made it out with some small burns.

"What...what happened to him?" Camilo asked quietly as he tried not to seem suspicious.

"He got hurt in a fire; it was his shoe shop. Esteban's doing no doubt!" Julie answered with a little bit a fury in her eyes. She was SURE it was his doing.

This almost made Camilo smile. That miserable energy sucking asshole got hurt? Oh goodie! but he had to remind himself that he's around people that don't think like him.

"No laughing or smiling until I get in my room, don't you laugh you idiot!"

"Well, at least he's okay..." Camilo smiled gratefully and slowly turned it into a frown. He was really trying his best to seem worried.

"It would've been better if he actually died, those kids would be better off without him. They have a mom and an uncle from what they've told me so they at least wouldn't be alone. hmm, maybe I should lock him in next time...did I just seriously think that?...."

"His mother had the audacity to blame Camilo." Dolores said with a bitter tone. A dark cloud appeared over Pepa's head, and it thundered.

Pepa snapped her head over to her eldest and only daughter, "SHE WHAT?!"

"Are you serious?" Felix asked with an offended expression.

"Si papa, mami" Dolores' expression still remained stern with a hard gaze at her food.

"Oh, I can't stand that woman! Always blaming Camilo when in fact it was always that diablo of a son!" Alma fumed alongside her middle daughter and her husband, slamming her hand on the table.

"This is so fucking hilarious!" Camilo thought to himself. They didn't believe Esteban or his mother. None of them did. Or at least the right amount of them.

Isabela and Mirabel were a little suspicious but didn't want to say anything. Dolores did think that it could have been Camilo, but he would never do ANYTHING like what Esteban has done today.

"He would be much too afraid to do that. Not to mention way too respectful and just too nice" Dolores thought to herself. Instantly pushing away any assumptions she had.

Dinner carried on as usual with everybody talking about different topics. Soon it came time for everyone to head off to bed for some shuteye or at least a break.

He went up to his room door and touched the doorknob. A happy smile on his face as he thought about tomorrow-

"Camilo! Me and the girls are having a sleepover, want to come?" A bubbly and chipper voice said. He recognized that voice. Mirabel.

He looked to the right of him and saw all four girls staring at him in child-like glee. Camilo wanted to but A; Mirabel, the main person who put him back in the situation he was in seven months ago, was going to be there. And B: He was tired.

"We're gonna tell stories" Dolores said, knowing full well Camilo loved storytelling. And she hoped this could get his mind off of today because she knows that being blamed for everything can't be good on his mental, no matter how much he smiles. 

"Do makeovers" Isabela added with a nod

"And gossip, we know you love gossip!" Luisa admitted with a smile.

"We can play games too!"

Camilo smiled as politely as he could to not seem irritated or annoyed. "Uh...No, I'm a little tired, you girls have fun though"

"But-"

In less than a second, he was in his room and locked the door. A deep sigh escaped him as he leaned up against the door. He needed a long bath, and time to himself to truly process what the hell happened today.

"He's hiding something" Isa pointed out with narrowed eyes as she looked at his glowing door.

"How can you tell?" Mirabel asked, Dolores was equally questioning how she stumbled upon that assumption.

"When has he, for the past seven months, denied a sleepover with us?"

"Can't he just be tired? he did look tired" Luisa said with a shrug and raised brow.

"He once sat up with us until 3 AM and still lasted ten minutes...besides. Did he really say what he was doing all day?"

Dolores didn't like where this was going, and she knew where Isa was going with this. "Isabela Valentina Rojas Madrigal, if you somehow even ATTEMPT to bring that Esteban up and dare even HINT at something, so help me..."

Isabela put her hands up and backed away "I- I wasn't going to!"

"Then what were you going to say?" Dolores eyed her primana, silently daring her to admit what she was thinking.

"I was only saying that....never mind..." Isabela scratched the back of her neck and looked away. It was in her best interest to keep whatever thought she had to herself.

"Mhm, that's what I thought. Now let's have our sleepover but I lose patients"

Now, Dolores isn't stupid. Quite the opposite really, over the years she's learned to spot when people were lying or telling the truth. Especially when it came to her younger primas and siblings.

Something in her urged to look into her suspicions of Camilo but she also wanted to cut him some slack. He's been through a lot AND she knows her brother. He would never set fire to a store or...burn people with fireworks...would he?

-

UGH!! FINISHED! This took way longer than I thought it would

@thefourchimes

@miracles-and-butterflies

@evostar

I feel like this chapter is lacking a bit so if you have any ideas, let me know.

[haveihitanerve]

Some things the avengers do because they’re little shits and live to torment each other-

Bucky and Sam are required by law to sing the itsy bitsy spider every time Peter walks in the room

Tony will at any opportunity push something in front of Steve, or place it strategically, because he will, without fail, not notice and stub his toe

Natasha steals everyone’s food from the fridge. Not to eat. Just to watch the chaos when they realize their food is gone

Clint will tape notes to peoples backs, especially right before missions and important formal meetings. It’s not even things like ‘punch me’ it’s more along the lines of ‘stop staring at his ass’ ‘have a great day at rehab babe!’ ‘He gave me aids’

Thor got about seven replicas of mjolnir made and placed them around the tower to see who would pick it up and then be awestruck (his plan backfired tho when he couldn’t figure out which one was the real one and then recruited Peter and Steve to help him which did absolutely nothing)

Peter will casually fling a web at his fellows, without them noticing until they try to take their hand out of their pocket, or with them noticing because suddenly the floor is really close and they’ve eaten shit because their feet are attached to the floor

Clint uses his bow and arrow powers for evil and will shoot food, phones, people, anything out of his friends hands

Peter does the same

Tony created a bunch of powerful magnets and placed them around the tower on the second floor and whenever Bucky pissed him off he turned it on and just watched as the super soldier flew up

Steve got Thor to place a similar “curse” onto the shield that was on Mjolnir (because as King of asgard he can do that) and then threw it at his friends yelling ‘catch!’ and then watched as they slammed into the ground because Steve had Thor change it to “anyone who has never said a rude word to Captain America is worthy to wield this shield.” and then naturally Peter was so proud when he was able to lift it and bragged around but then he also fell to the floor because he called Sam a pig and he was captain america. (sam and bucky laughed themselves hoarse. Peter pouted)

Bucky can and will detach his arm and use it to terrify the shit out of people at night, especially during movie night where he can reach around four people to poke Sams shoulder or when he can hide underneath the couch when Peter goes to the bathroom and grab his ankle. (both screamed like children and Peter started walking on the ceiling whenever he needed to use the bathroom late at night)

Long rounds of Hide and Seek are played where some members are unknowingly the seekers

Sometimes the newer avengers band together and play pranks on the original four which led to quite fun quotes such as “I have enough gray hairs without my own team stabbing me in the back!”-tony “I didn't dive into the ice seventy years ago for this!”- Steve “I will never forgive you!” (nat after kate opened her favorite and last yoghurt and ate it in front of her) “I swear one more fucking verse and I will green all over you!”-Bruce

Okay now some of them being nice to each other, or just some sweet stuff they do all living together-

Clint makes everyone breakfast in the morning on saturdays. Its sweet but hes also the only one who can cook decently

As an attempt to help him they will sometimes try to make him breakfast in bed but it always ends with egg on the ceiling and them sitting at a Dennys

Peter falls asleep anywhere and everywhere because when his energy runs out(he didn't eat enough) he just drops and sometimes he’ll be found on the ceiling, sometimes attached to a wall and they always wrap a blanket around him, maybe tuck a pillow under his head because he likes sleeping in random spots but that doesn't mean it cant be comfortable

Pepper and Nat have girl night at least once a month and at this point its just all the avengers huddled in the den Tony made specifically for the two of them, painting nails and doing hairstyles and complaining about everything

They each wear each others clothing. Tony and Peter do it the most often, Tony being too sleep deprived to notice that hes slipping on Steves shirt and Bruce’s pants and what are most definitely clints shoes, but Peter does it on purpose, sneaking into Buckys room to nab his sweatshirt, snatching Steves shirt off the bench while he changes, unwinding Nats scarf from around her neck as she walks past. Bucky and Sam honestly don't even have their own wardrobe anymore they exchange clothes so much, and Steve has to buy new shirts and hoodies and sweatpants almost every week because his clothes are one of the largest out of all of them and everyone takes his

Peter cannot cook while awake but sometimes he will sleepwalk and make an entire five star three course meal at three in the morning and whenever someone hears him (Bucky and Steve with their enhanced hearing or Clint and Tony who never sleep) they will sneak into the kitchen and watch him to make sure hes okay before carrying him to bed once hes finished and cleaning the kitchen and packing the food away to be eaten the next day

They have mandatory tower cleaning day and everyone pitches in

Even if they're all in different parts of the world (or galaxy) they all facetime on Saturdays and catch up with each other

Tony keeps the fridge stocked up constantly with everyone's favorite foods and has a list taped on it with a reminder of everyone's allergies

Every hero with a side kick/mentor child has a specially designed bag with all the things they might need from bandaids to noise canceling headphones to gogurts. 

feel very free to add any you think of

[phobiaoftickles]

Older brothers Vs. younger brothers

Summary: I accutally don’t have anything for this.

“Oh please, everyone knows older brothers are better at tickling their younger brothers.” Raph piped up, after Mikey was talking about him and Donnie were the better lers. Against Donatello’s will.

The purple turtle was just minding his business, creating a new tech, until he heard his fellow youngest brother say something about tickling. In Donnie’s case, he hates being tickled, and anything that has to do with tickling, so does Leo, but he rather tickle people than be tickled. And if Michaleangelo mentions anything about tickling, he was obviously in a lee mood, or ler mood, whatever he wants.

Donnie didn’t want to join in, but he was forced to, because no matter how long he hides or where he hides, some turtle (Leo mostly) would catch him and tickle him to peices for not joining in the game. Leo wouldn’t want to join either if he was bad at being a ler, but he’s not, so he played along too, just to tickle a specific turtle who needs to be taken down a peg or two.

“Oh, yeah, Raph? I bet you and Leo don’t have anything on me and Donnie.” The orange ninja turtle put his arm around his older brother, patting Donnie’s chest.

“Uh, what? I didn’t say anything like that, don’t believe a word-“ The purple ninja turtle pushed him away, only to be interrupted by Mikey.

“Yeah! In fact, we’re so confident that we can take you two on in a tickle fight! Winner gets served hand and feet for 2 months, while the losers have to do anything the winners say! We have our selves a deal?” Mikey put his arm out waiting for the oldest one to shake it, and he did.

“Oh, you bet we do. I’ll set a timer for 10 minutes, you guys hide, and we’ll seek, best man wins.” Raph borrowed Donnie’s phone and set a timer.

They all scattered like they just found out there were three more slices left of the pizza. It was chaos, but chaos that Mikey and Raph loves.

“Heheheh, this is fun don’t cha think, D?” Mikey snuck up behind him, startling the other.

“Mikey?! Wha-? Where did you-? Ugh, go some where else, I’m not trying to get caught.” He pushed the other, trying to take the hint.

“Why?! I love you, Donnie, trust bro, we won’t get caught.”

“Found you~.” They heard an all too familiar voice sounding behind them, it was their oldest brother, OF COURSE it was their oldest brother, he was always good at this game. This made Donnie run faster than before, Mikey was loosing him, then all of a sudden the purple brother heard the youngest one’s laughter. “Shit, he’s been caught.”

“Hahhahahahahah, Raph!! Plehehehheheehhease!!” Mikey tried, but not hard enought, to push the red’s hands away from his hips.

“Oh please, don’t act like you’re not enjoying this. Everytime you initiate a tickle fight you’re always in a lee mood, dragging your other brother’s into it, shouldn’t this be your punishment? Knowing Donnie and Leo hates being tickled?” Raph obviously doesn’t care about that, but Mikey thought he meant every word, and teared up.

“I-I’m sorry… I should know better, huh? I should never had dragged them in it.”

Raph stopped his torment, leaned down and kissed his forehead, “Nonono, this is not your fault. And they know it, you’re in a lee mood and need help. Thank god your oldest brother is here to help you out!” He then tickled his inner thighs.

“Ahhahahahhhahhahahaah!!! Rhahahahahph!! Gahahahahhahahahaod.”

~Timeskip to Donnie and Leo~

Donnie was looking all around him, up, down, left, right, 90, 180, 360, his eyes were everywhere. Trying to find that little blue mask just gliding in the air. But he found nothing, so he thought he was jn the clear, until…

“Wow, D, I thought you would’ve hid better than that, not in plain sight. Did Mikey’s game ever teach you a lesson? Well, now I gotta teach you a lesson.” Where was he? Donnie scoped everywhere again, double, triple, quadruple, still none. And oh no, was Leo in a ler mood?! He fucking was. Just his luck, now he’s really gotta go. The thoughts in his mind stopped racing when Leo swooped down from the sewer’s cieling and pounced on his twin brother’s back.

“GaH!” Donnie plumpeted to the ground with a hard thud and a mischevious blue ninja turtle on his shell. Leo sat some what up to where he was croutching just to twist his little brother to where Leo was on his plastron.

They fought, and boy did Donnie put up a fight. He swung his free hand around to squeeze at his older brother’s side. “Ahhahahaha, Donnie, quhuhuhuit. It. So now you’re putting up a fight, huh?” Leo grabbed his arm, and pinned them both above his head. “No where to go, Dee, you’re stuck with me.”

“Come… come on.” Donnie choked up. “We can talk about this, right? You’re my older twin brother, we suppose to have each other’s backs. They call us the Disaster twins for a reason. What do you say? We tag team up and get Mikey and Raph, huh?”

“Ohhh, please. Would you quit your blabbering? I enjoy tickling you because you put up a fight, and you have the best reactions. So lay there and take the ticklessss.” Leo paused for a second to let Donnie plead his way out, then he struck.

“Nononono, Leo! Leon!!! Brother!!! Please don’t tickle me, I’m serious stop-“

“‘I’m serious, stop Leon!’ Hahaha, you’re pleads mean nothing to me.” And then he dove straight to the armpits.

Donnie arched his back, “SHIT! Stahahahahp! Stop! Leo! Plehehehehase!”

“No can do little brother, Me and Raph is gonna win this challenge, and there is NOTHING you can do about it.”

“Yohohohou guys always win! Whyhyhyhy can’t youhuhuhu give us a chahhahaahnce?” Donnie started withering around, trying in his power, to not stop fighting back.

“Well, I’m sorry, I’m not gonna let you tickle me, DonTron,” leo drilled into his ribs now.

“Ehehehexactly! Wehehehe can just forfeit, and nohohohobody has to get tihihihihickled!” The purple ninja turtle would lean to the opposite side of the blue ninja turtle’s finger, but then he would just retract his finger and go the direction Donnie was leaned too, and make it a pattern to where he was a floppy mess.

“Your just shit out of luck, huh? Because I’m in a ler mood, and I need somebody to help me.” Leo stopped tickling his younger brother, for now.

“Shit, I knew you fucking were! I should’ve just hung out with April today! Damn it! Stop! Leo! Fucking cut it out!” Donnie started writhering even more, arching his back, kicking his legs, trying to pull down his arms, but nothing seem to work. Leo placed both hands on either side of his hips and tapped on them, like he was waiting for something.

Donnie looked down, and he realized he was fucked, pretty bad. “No! Please… please, Leo! Not there, I’m begging you. I’m actually serious right now.”

He looked down at the wriggily mess, and laughed. “Umm, A. This is not your worst spot, it’s your shell, but I’m not a dick so I’m not gonna tickle you there. And 2. … actually I have nothing, so I’m just gonna tickle you.” And he did.

Then, Donnie’s hips being his second worst spot, made his brain click, Donnie had his extended arms he can extend out of his shell, so he’s gotta use it to survive, right? And no brother of his will tell him it’s cheating, it’s a defense mode of course.

Leo realized what Donnie was doing, and started to panick. “Donnie! Put your metal arms away right NOW!!” He screamed as he was picked up in the air by his arms stretched above his head. “NO! PLEASE!! TRUCE?! PLEASE TRUCE ME DONNIE!! I WON’T EVER TICKLE YOU EVER AGAIN!! I PROMISE!! STOP!”

“Sorry dear brother, a turtle’s gotta do what a turtle’s gotta do, am I right Leon?”Donnie’s other arms tickled at his sides, ribs, stomach, thighs, armpits, neck. I mean they were everywhere on this poor teen.

“AHAHHAHAHAAHAH STOP DONNIE PLEASE!! THIHIHIHIS IS CHEHEHEHEATING!! RAHAHHAHAHAPH!! RAPH COME HEHEHEHEHELP ME OUT!! DOHOHONNIE’S CHEATING!”

“Alls fair in a game of tickles.”

Did the little brothers win? Or did the older brothers win? We’ll never know. What we do know was, Raph in fact did not help Leo in his struggles, and Donnie got his revenge.

[freetheshit-outofyou]

Gather around, take a knee, it’s real talk time. I have two online lives, Facebook where my family and those I Served with see what is happening in my day to day life. Nothing super exciting, roses growing, kids growing, my relationships growing. Births, Deaths and the like. Then there is Tumblr, where I can run a political rant right next to crime stories right next to puppies next to a pile of AK47’s and how I feel about all of it. I post a metric shit ton of firearms images and information and now and then sprinkle in some beautiful women and of course Jeep Life. I also try to keep it positive, there is enough hate in the world to go around, to quote Martin Luther King Jr.; “I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.”.For some time I have been asked to donate some time to Veteran’s and First Responders through a Veteran’s organization I work with. Several months ago I was asked to moderate a recurring group for male Veteran’s and First Responders who have been victims of abuse. My degrees are not in mental health or counseling so I did not understand how I could help. It took some time to get it all lined up but 3 weeks ago we had our first group and it went amazingly. The group was made up of 5 Veterans, 1 LEO, and 1 EMT, all have suffered at the hands of their partner through physical abuse, sexual abuse, psychological/emotional abuse, discriminatory abuse etc. This coming Monday we will have two new members. Part of the reason I was asked to be part of this is my ex-wife was emotionally and physically abusive, the final straw was when she stabbed me and prior to the police arriving she intentionally jumped into a standing vanity mirror causing a number of superficial cuts to herself. When the police arrived she claimed I had pushed her into the mirror. Little did she know I had put “Nanny cam’s” throughout the house 2 month earlier and had been keeping all of it, it’s literally the only thing that kept me from going to jail that night. It also played part of my hand. I was in the Army, I was an LEO, I am a man in a society that thinks men have to take what is put on them and “WE” as men often buy into it, that ended for me the night I was stabbed. Being handed the Domestic abuse pamphlets and information for abuse shelters in the area broke me off hard. It was like the years and years of me handing those same type of pamphlets to abuse victims had come full circle, that was 2002. Each man in that group came in with their own story of how they found themselves there, everyone of them was a case study in abuse. Each story was told by a man who tried to hide what was happening to them, tried to rationalize what was happening, tried saying it won’t happen again, and repeated the cycle of lying to themselves with each new abuse. This next session will be about how societies views of how a man should handle himself is in direct conflict with their mental and physical health when it comes to abuse and reporting abuse. Up until a few years ago men were told they needed to be strong, be the defender, be the provider, take the burden of pain and hardship to allow those we love and care for to live in a well provided and protected environment, but there was no way for men to recover, no respite. Men were just to take all this with no way to voice it, express it, exposes it and get it off our shoulders.

This is going to be from my perspective in the Army where this started for me. You could not talk about it with “the guys” because it just turned into a bunch of “stop being a pussy”, “don’t be such a fag about it.”, “what ever dude, it’s not that bad.”, or my favorite “Handle your shit at home, we don’t want to know about it here.” Nothing like support from the people you spend most of your time with. When you took it to your command they ALWAYS talked it down, stabbed at your pride and your masculinity to belittle you into not seeking help. “It’s just a phase, you all will be fine.” I volunteered for deployments just so we could have more honeymoon phase and less fighting, only to find out “Jody” was doing the horizontal tango at my house while I was gone. I took a months leave so we could get counseling to try to fix this goat rope of a relationship. We made it through two appointments before she stopped and said “See, he said this is all your fault.” He, the counselor, actually said that. I also think this is about the time she hatched her plan to take me for as much as possible and the wheels were put in motion. She started calling my folks telling them I was beating her, that I was threatening here with guns and knives. She would call my boss saying the same things, I was relived of duties, placed in counseling with Army shrinks. I was put in a group with other soldiers who were doing court ordered counseling as a diversion to JAIL. One E-8 was their for sexually assaulting his 17 yo daughter another beat his wife into a fucking coma. I’m like why the fuck am I here for doing nothing and why aren’t these fuckers in pre-trial confinement, but that’s the knee jerk reaction of the Army. Several months prior to being stabbed holes started to form in her story and her accusations. She called my boss at the time screaming that she was locked in a closet and that I had a shotgun and was going to kill her. They only thing was, I was in his office receiving a counseling for a different call she had made days earlier. I think the topper was when she filed a CPS report saying she saw me abusing our then 18 month old son. She literally looked me in the face while walking into the family court room and said “You’ll never see your kids again and I’m taking all your money.” Little did we know it was all recorded, that was both good and bad because now CPS wanted a full investigation of both of us and we lost both our kids for 3 months. She dialed way back after that when it came to the kids. This whole buttfucking is why I was asked to moderate the group and the men seemed to respond to the fact that I have also been there and had to weather it all basically alone just like them. Guys can be and are abused every day. The very first domestic I worked was a skinny black guy who had got his ass handed to him by his very big Samoan wife. When I say big, I mean had to interlock 2 sets of hand irons just to get her hands behind her back. It also took Shea, my partner picking up a couch and pushing her against a wall with it for 4 of use to cuff her. Men, there are resources out there for you. Men, you don’t have to be abused. Men, you can have a life free of abuse and your abuser.

[a-hazbin-reader]

Hiii :D I came back to send an other oc :3 hope you don't mind me dropping him to you (I'm the anon with the OC's of Helen and Mia)

Meet benjamin!

Benjamin is your everyday boy back then he had a hardworking father and a step-mother that try her best to be the boy's like mother, Benjamin mother left her husband not feeling her best in the marriage after giving birth to her first child after a month she left the marriage leaving the poor man heartbroken with a baby boy and then meet someone new and now living the best life this fate could give to them one day the step-mother felt she wants to change the mood one night and toke benjamin to one of his favorite place a tavern/clubhouse where this a stage for singers to sing there where also some older kids with them after two songs finish and was getting some break when the happened the kids decided to play hide and seek and invite benjamin to play with them after a while one of the kids decided to explore the backrooms of the stage after successfully getting in they got in a room for singers then finding an old chest all of them tried to get in but it was simply two small for them when it was benjamin turn it fitted him perfectly even getting the chest close on him fully it was all fun and games until hearing a stuff trying to coming in the room suddenly they know they had to hide somewhere everyone found a hide spot benjamin toke the chest spot and close it on him after the staff finally got in everything looked normal looking around little bit before going back all of kids get out of their hiding spot and made a run for it leaving little benjamin stuck inside in the chest all alone, screaming crying out for someone to help him and no one came to help him at the end the security found him too late, the older kids kept quiet to guilty to say anything, the parents feeling absolutely shit about all of this.

Few years (months) pass by benjamin just accepted the he is died and now in heaven, and he knows almost everyone but he would rather to keep his business to himself...but even when you keeping everything to yourself you still can come across something the your supposed not to see, him come by to talk with sere to let him see his parents, but he stop half way instead he hears a voice he recognize that voice then it's hits him it's adam voice decided to hear what he is saying and only understanding some words "hell" and "kill" after that his interest is piqued, he toke a peek only to see angel (he supposed so) armed with whit and black and all shade of gray and them holding weapons after that he see them falling? When he was sure the all of them are gone he got in the room to see a Portal is open and inside it is all red deciding to look closer getting inside the portal was probably the biggest (after)life changer seeing the angels killing the Demons and sinners the Angels didn't notice him instead of going back he came done closer to watch and understand to why he landed in a alley way Thinking he is safe but fate isn't to kind to him...some sinner griping benjamin by his shirt to look him died in the eyes, he didn't understand anything that is coming out of the sinner mouth and when the sinner realized this he pull up his other arm ready to punch the poor thing only to find the sinner whole arm cut up clean off on the floor, noticing the there is numerous shadows around them looking like they are giggling and some of them even getting out of the floor/walls with a big smile on there 'face' one second he was up in the air almost getting punch by a demon and now sitting on the floor frozen up seeing his attacker get swallowed up by the shadows and a sinner cat like woman watching it with a smirk besides him, what he didn't know is in the future the same woman will be the same one he calls his "sister"

-smol PFP for him-

Name: benjamin

Year born: 1920 Death:1932

Animal:Lamb

Death cause: leak of oxygen 

Likes: sweets, bakes, Helen Tavern, any type of music, dancing, garden, story telling, Helen puppet show, any form of art

Dislike: Heaven, being in a small places, the smell of dust/smoke, pranks that is getting to far, dark places, the Exorcists, having to many people stare at him

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Look:a pale skin tone he has short black fluff hair that is also has white strips form the front hair light brown eyes and innocence face expression 

Outfit: white button shirt along with brown vest and black bow tie and shorts with black boots he almost always found wear a cap around him (he have wings but he hides it)

He's my precious baby now sorry you can't have him back

[piulblood]

ayo so just makin a small post, just saw the latest episode of spooky month (im really late ik ik) and oh my GOD WAS IT A TREAT AND A SURPRISE--

⚠️ Tender Treats spoilers below the cut ⚠️

considering how i have a cannibalistic deranged oc with creepy smiles, Bob Velseb was fucking AMAZING to see, AND I LOVED HIS ATTITUDE LIKE HE WAS WILLING TO AMUSE HIS VICTIMS, He legit played along a couple times for fun and allowed a hide-and-seek game before his patience ran out-

and HE LOOKS LIKE SUCH A GOOFY GUY WITHOUT THE COSTUME TOO!!!- and when I heard the first fact he gave I was like "OMG YESS!! I KNOW THIS ONE!! IT'S KURU!!" because i ACTUALLY searched up that shit while looking up stuff to make my deranged oc a little more unhinged ❤️❤️❤️ IM SO GLAD HE KNOWS THAT STUFF

dude and related to the fun facts, i noticed how his last fact wasn't even finished, he couldn't coherently speak anymore after how beaten up he was - bro speaking of his voice it was PERFECT, my favorite part was when he counted to ten. that shit was perfect for the spooky factor

most of my recorded reaction was me saying "HE'S SO CUTE!!! IT'S SO CUTEE-" i have a friend who always stanned my oc but i never really shared the feeling even slightly UNTIL NOW. NOW I UNDERSTAND. but only a bit b/c said friend actually likes the more abusive/hotheaded aspect of the guy and i actually dont understand that at all lmao ;;;

anyway ill sign off now, just wanted to give that update, fucking beautiful man i took so many pictures... maybe ill make an art of the guy idk but hes amazing. might join the fandom for this who knows

p.s. i laughed my ass off when i saw the two kids costumed as sans and boyfriend LMFAOOOO

later :D