#lowkey passed out yesterday so this one's late

[einsatzzz]

KHR Hanami Event 2024 Day 2 ❄️ : Thaw (Source for the base ref is here!)

[hearts4johnwick]

— REMINISCENCE.

SUMMARY. tyler coincidentally finds you again after you got injured during a EF-3 tornado.

WARNINGS. reader gets injured, cheating (??), allusions to smut.

WORD COUNT. 1k (i wanted it to be longer but i couldn’t think of anything else </3. this is lowkey a mess but in a good way ;) idk yall will be the judges of that)

you cried in pain as you held your thigh in your hands, pressing on the open and bleeding wound. an EF-3 tornado came in unannounced and Scott found you taking shelter with a family that had seen you and called for you to take cover with them but while you were making your way over there, a piece of metal debris from the tornado pierced her thigh, the father and brother had to go up and help her stand and walk over to the shelter. one of the family members took off a piece of their clothing and wrapped it around her open wound.

once the storm passed they left the shelter and went into the town, looking for an ambulance for you. you saw your crew and Scott laid his eyes on you and immediately made his way over.

“Oh my God, Y/n! What happened to you?” Scott took you from the father’s arms and thanked them.

“i was at the park, clearing my mind off of things, saw the tornado forming and went to my car but then the family offered me to come to take shelter, i went, but the debris from the tornado… well…”

“shit, i’m so sorry for being late.” you shake your head. “how are you feeling right now?”

“I want some water.” Scott sees a gurney from an ambulance and softly lays you down.

“i’ll get you some water.” he leaves and paramedics come to inspect you.

they stitch your cuts and help you with other possible injuries you could’ve suffered. they found nothing serious, only a few scratches, and a sprained ankle. taking out the huge piece of aluminum roofing from your thigh was horrible, you’re pretty sure you broke Scott’s hand by how hard you held it while in the process.

right now, you were sitting in the back of the ambulance, a blanket draped over your shoulders and Scott’s arm around you.

“i went over to your house and you weren’t there today. or yesterday, or the day before that. where have you been?” Scott’s cold hands cup your cheek and caress them softly, you rest your eyes, feeling relieved and calm at his touch, as you were about to speak, a familiar voice rings through your ears.

“what the hell happened to you?!” Tyler Owens pushes Scott out of his sight, you furrow your eyebrows.

“Hey, man. it’s okay, she’s fine.” Tyler’s head cocks over to the direction of the voice.

“what are you, blind? can’t you see those cuts on her face and that enourmous one on her thigh?” Tyler’s voice raises and he glances at your glossy eyes.

“Ty…” the sound of your raspy voice catches his attention in an instant. “I’m okay now… the doctor’s checked me and they said it’s nothing serious.” he lets out an exhale and rests his eyes before humming in acceptance. you slowly stand from the back of the ambulance and make your way toward Scott.

“i’m leaving now.” Scott furrowed his eyebrows. his face hardened, he was about to tell you to sit back down until we get the paramedic’s approval to leave, but he knew it was best to not start that argument. “thank you.” you placed a hand on his chest and he held it, he nodded and planted a kiss on your cheek.

“anytime. let me know if you make it home safe.” you laugh as he maintains intimidating eye contact with Tyler.

“not too much, Scott.”

“Yeah, whatever.” he rolls his eyes and smirks before you turn your back on him, leaving with Tyler.

“thanks for what?? that asshole didn’t do anything.” Tyler says as he helps you into his truck. you laugh.

“he was here before you.”

“yeah? but was he there in second grade when Peter Welling made for of your curly hair? or in Junior year when we were at the bonfire at the beach and that dickhead Nolan Cushing wouldn’t leave you alone?” you shoot him a glare and scoff, you were about to fight him but he shuts the door, taking you aback.

when he gets in the driver seat you point to him. “don’t ever do that again.”

“was he there…” your eyes connect, and you swallow the lump in your throat. “the night before you left for college.” Oh God. “July 24th…” your breathing patterns quickly become unstable, so does your heartbeat.

“you still remember that night?” you chuckle and look away nervously.

“i reminisce that night.” his hand around your face forces you to look at him, and you see it in the reflection of his eyes. july 24th. the night before college.

heat runs up and down your entire body. he feels it, that heat radiating from your skin and it feels so good to him. “we can’t.”

“but we should.

“no. Sco—“

“Scott’s no better than me.” his lips were on yours before you could even take a breath, but you enjoyed it, the second his lips touched yours you were pulling him closer, gripping his hair and face, moving the direction of your heads just so you can deepen the kiss.

you haven’t felt this hunger, this desire since that night, and God does it feel right. Tyler’s hands were all over you, not missing an inch. when his hand moved to your thigh, you flinched because of the wound, but that didn’t make you stop. you needed Tyler at that moment.

all of those moments you missed while you were in Oklahoma were happening now, and would continue back at your house. he felt just as good as he did back in the night before you left for college. you missed him, you were starving for him, and you let him know in all the ways possible.

oh and Tyler? he doesn’t even remember his life before this night. he didn’t waste one second, he didn’t even take his eyes off of you, for he thought that would be a crime. God how he missed you this close to him. the look of you under him, your curls sticking to your face, and your irresistible lips on his skin, your seductive eyes starring down at his.

you found each other again in that moment, and you didn’t not want to lose each other one more time unless it was in your eyes, mouths, or sounds.

meanwhile, Scott was still waiting on your ‘i’m home okay :)’ text. and he got it. sent by Tyler.

guys… i’m in love with david corenswet 🫦🫦

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also, i have a ‘Twisters’ fic on wattpad if y’all wanna check it out! https://www.wattpad.com/story/374563132?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=hearts4johnwick ᥫ᭡

[silantryoo]

hwang yeji x platonic?non-idol!reader (angst)

WARNINGS ; broken friendship, lowkey toxic

yeji did it again.

it was the fourth time in a row that she had promised you that she would make it this time. a hangout planned for eleven pm ended up with you sitting on the floor at four am watching legally blonde on your tv.

you sighed, putting away the food that you had specifically ordered for that night.

you pulled out your phone.

y/n ^^: she didn’t make it again

baby lia: i’ll talk to her

y/n ^^: don’t bother. i give up.

baby lia: don’t say that… she’s still your friend (read @4:12am)

yeji woke up with a headache, her shoulders sore from sleeping in an odd position. practice had ended later than she had expected last night, around twelve am. too tired to think about anything except sleep, she rushed to bed without checking her phone.

the leader walked downstairs, finding jisu wrapped in a blanket, sitting on the couch.

jisu looked over to yeji as she made her way to the kitchen.

“you did it again,” jisu announced, garnering yeji’s attention.

yeji sent her a look of confusion, not understanding what the girl meant. “what are you talking about?”

“with y/n.” jisu sighed, burying herself further into the cocoon she made. “yesterday?”

yeji stared at the girl blankly, still harboring some resentment towards her for somehow getting closer to you than she had. she sighed, trying to shake the feeling off as she tried to figure out what jisu meant.

“oh shit. i forgot.” yeji scratched her head, ignoring jisu rolling her eyes. “is she upset?”

“obviously.” jisu scoffed. the reason that you two had become close was because yeji would bail so much so seeing you cry over the girl made jisu upset, naturally.

still, yeji was her teammate, her family. just because she was stupid didn’t mean jisu hated her or wanted you to give up on her.

“yeji,” jisu started, watching as yeji pulled out her phone to text you. “i don’t think she’s giving you any more chances.”

yeji squinted her eyes. how could jisu possibly know that? “you have no idea what you’re talking about.”

jisu frowned as her face hardened. she knew yeji would immediately get defensive, especially over you. she sat up. “yeji, she said she gave up.”

“she’s just saying that to hurt me.” yeji closed her phone before she could text you, too angry at the girl in front of her.

“it should,” jisu told her, laying back down.

she ignored the leader’s glare, hearing her stomp into the kitchen. it was on yeji to not believe her. jisu was the one who told her multiple times in the past about occurrences like this. she was the one who bailed yeji out before. there was no reason for her to lie this time.

a couple minutes passed, and no one was yet wake except for jisu and yeji.

“do you,” yeji started, too scared to hear the answer to her question. she leaned on the door frame. “do you think she actually gave up on me?”

“i would if i was her.” jisu shrugged. she watched as yeji’s face fell. “you haven’t exactly been the best friend.”

managing to convince jisu to give her a ride, yeji showed up at your door an hour later, a bouquet of gardenias in her hand. she had been wanting an excuse to give you flowers as of late, yet she didn’t know why.

she stared at your door as she knocked. she needed to fix this. she didn’t know how she would, but she needed to. she couldn’t lose you, not now, not ever.

the idol shook her head. the thought of you out of her life almost made her cry on the spot.

you opened the door, face stained with tears as you glared at the person in front of you. she felt her heart ache as your eyes hardened.

“why are you here?” you asked harshly.

“i missed yesterday.” yeji offered a small smile as you led her inside. she took off her shoes, still holding onto the flowers. “i’m sorry.”

“yeah, whatever.” you scoffed, not turning around to look at her.

she frowned. usually, you’d forgive her and it would end up with the two of you hanging out for the day. “i said i was sorry. practice ran late last night.”

“you said that last time.” you quickly turned around, stopping in her tracks. you looked at her confused face. “and you know that you could always ask to leave earlier, right?”

“it doesn’t work like that.” yeji looked into your eyes, almost as if she was begging you.

she studied your face, seeing if there was any way she could redeem herself.

“why aren’t you forgiving me?” yeji whispered, still confused.

“because,” you swallowed, struggling to keep your facade up. you were hurt. really really hurt. “you only come over when you know that i’m about to give up.”

yeji watched as you quickly wiped the tears that you tried to hold in. she picked at the ribbon on the bouquet, hating the fact that she caused this again. she was the reason you were crying, again.

“that’s not true.” yeji denied, trying to step closer to you.

“yes, it is!” you shouted, backing away quickly. your facade was breaking, and it was breaking fast.

you chuckled, pointing at the flowers in her hands. “i mean, you literally got flowers for me. you don’t do that.”

yeji looked away. she had always wanted to do this for you, but never did. she didn’t know why she did it now.

“i’ve known you for eleven years, yeji.” you shook your head. you took a seat on the sofa. “you don’t do that.”

she followed your lead, taking a seat beside you. yeji watched as more tears went down your face. slowly, she grabbed your hand, rubbing her thumb over your knuckles.

“i’m sorry i’ve been so busy lately.” she explained with a soft voice. “with the tour coming up, and the albums coming out… you know how it is with us.”

you nodded, relief filling yeji’s chest. she tried to look into your eyes again, but all she saw were more tears falling.

“so why do you keep making promises you know you can’t keep?” the air out of yeji’s lungs disappeared as she heard your voice crack. you pulled your hand away from hers and looked at her with something that she’s never seen from you before.

heartbreak.

yeji took a deep breath, trying her best not to get emotional. she knew what she was doing wasn’t right. it wasn’t good for either of you, especially you. but she needed you to stay. she needed you.

“yeji…” she nodded for you to continue. you swallowed dryly. “i think, i think we shouldn’t be friends anymore.”

the idol gripped the flowers, her ears suddenly ringing.

“what?”

you looked away, not wanting to watch her as she started crying. “i can’t wait for someone who never shows up.”

“i can change!” yeji grabbed your hands, now full-on crying. she can’t lose you, not like this. “i can be a better f-friend.”

“no, not right now you can’t.” you shook your head, watching the gardenias closely as the idol’s tears fell on them. “you’re too busy for me, and you know that.”

“i can make time.” yeji would do anything to make you stay. she would keep her promise. she had to.

“like you are now?” you looked up at her, your eyes as bloodshot as hers. slowly, you pull away, wiping your tears as you stood up from the couch. “it doesn’t matter. i’ve already made my mind up.”

“what do you mean it doesn’t matter?” yeji stood up, shouting at you. “of course it does!”

everything you did mattered to her. you were her reason and her inspiration, just like she was yours, the reason she tried so hard in everything in life. losing you would be like losing the sun.

“if it mattered, you would’ve shown up.” you whispered, your head hanging low as you walked towards the entrance door. she followed closely behind. “right now, your work is your priority. i can’t be friends with someone who over-prioritizes something and under-prioritizes me.”

yeji held back a sob. she hated how you were right, and she hated that you didn’t believe she would change.

“please, i…”

yeji didn’t know what she was going to say, or why it hurt so much to stop herself from saying it.

“just leave, yeji.” you shook your head, glancing at the door. “it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“it does!” her voice cracked, the gardenias fully soaked. “stop saying that!”

yeji sobbed into her arm, her mind distressed from the thought of losing you. she hated herself for not fighting at all. she hated that she didn’t try harder. if she had, none of this would have happened. she could still admire you right next to her.

now, she was here. and you were there.

your eyes were trained onto your feet. you refused to look at her, knowing that you’d change your mind instantly after seeing her in a state like that. you needed to stand your ground. for you.

“yeji, please.” you whispered, her sobbing not dying down any time soon. “we’re both tired. just leave… please.”

she nodded, gripping the flowers as she tried to calm herself. you heard the door slam and watched as your tears fell onto the ground. you guys were done. there was no more yeji in your life.

you cover your mouth, trying to hold back the sobs that you held in so tightly.

> main masterlist.

[crinkled-emotions]

Day 22: Drawing a dick on someone's back in sunscreen (only for them to find out later)

This... damn, I had to take a breath.

Happy 2024 team! How crazy is it that we're in 2024?? It feels like yesterday my family hauled ass from one side of Australia to the other (it was actually 2013 but who's counting?).

We have some Daggers being Daggers! Lately I've been in a bit of a funk but I think I'm slowly coming out of it now :)

This one is shorter but I don't have a problem with that, I feel like it lowkey suits better.

-

“Tasha.”

Phoenix glanced at Bob over her sunglasses.

“What?”

“Don’t look now.”

“Look at what?”

She followed his gaze, spotting Rooster asleep on his lounger... on his stomach. Fanboy winked as he passed by, waving the sunscreen bottle in his hand. Phoenix cocked an eyebrow when Hangman and Coyote also started watching. To her surprise Maverick was also asleep; dogfight football had been off the table that morning but real football wasn’t. Turns out Hangman was of course the stereotypical high school quarterback but to everyone’s surprise Payback had been a linebacker... Rooster and Bob had both dropped out of football at their first opportunity (Bob was a consistent winner in debate club and Rooster played baseball all the way through his schooling years). Fanboy was a strong defender and Coyote was enjoying tackling Hangman when he had the opportunity. Phoenix was a soccer player throughout high school and she didn’t have the slightest interest in football despite having three brothers so when the others mentioned setting up a game she’d laid out with her book to watch them fall over each other. Bob had been snoozing on and off beside her for the last ten minutes, but apparently the others were done with their football to move on to another game.

It had been a long week on base; hops, simulations and lectures kept them all busy and often drained. Maverick did his best to keep morale up but he had things he had to complete and things he needed to ensure the Daggers were competent in to pass on to their classes. Their classes alone had been overwhelming with over-confident kids measuring their dicks at all times – no, seriously Bob was never walking into the locker rooms without knocking ever again.

In order to give the team a moment to recover, Maverick had suggested meeting at the beach by the Hard Deck in the afternoon for burgers. Of course it had quickly turned into sports and now everyone, fed and satisfied, had found various locations to get comfortable for a nap. It wasn’t just Rooster asleep; Payback and Maverick both were asleep and despite the smirk on his face, Hangman looked like he was considering his nap potential too. Bob and Phoenix exchanged looks, Phoenix passing over her book so Bob could subtly film what Fanboy was up to. Fanboy grinned, wiggling his fingers.

“Oh he’s totally gonna wake up,” Bob muttered. Phoenix elbowed him.

“No he’s not; Rooster sleeps like he’s dead, he’s not going anywhere.”

They watched as Fanboy drew a phallic symbol in sunblock on Rooster’s back, winking at the others as he then made a run for it. Plucking her book from Bob’s hand, Phoenix flopped back against her seat.

“Well, now we wait.”

-

Missed call from Rooster (7:14am)

Missed call from Rooster (7:15am)

Missed call from Rooster (7:15am)

Rooster: Tasha CALL ME

Phoenix woke to the notifications and immediately called Rooster, holding her phone to her ear as she got out of bed. Whilst she fumbled into clothes just in case it was that kind of emergency, he finally answered.

“Oh, so now you’re out of bed?”

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Phoenix demanded, shoving her (clean, relax) sock into her mouth so that she could do up the button on her jeans.

“I’m glad you’re so well rested, I got up early for PT and I just had them tell me the funniest thing ever.”

Phoenix paused. Spat out her sock.

“Bradley Bradshaw,” she started carefully, “please tell me you didn’t send me an SOS – on a Sunday of all days – to tell me about the PT you flirted with?”

“What- no! She was cute though... no, she asked me if I had a new tattoo and when I said I had no idea what she was talking about she handed me a mirror so I could see my back.”

Phoenix’s eyebrows raised as it all came rushing back.

“Oh my god, I totally forgot about that!”

She burst out laughing, doubling over as she howled. She could almost feel the irritation through the phone but it only made her laugh harder.

“Thanks, Phoenix. I can’t believe someone drew a dick on my back – wait. Who was it anyway? Just out of curiosity. It was Hangman wasn’t it?”

Phoenix took a moment to gather herself, flopping back into bed.

“No way am I throwing anyone under the bus. Figure it out yourself, Bradshaw – and holy shit, I hate you so much right now, it’s 7:30am on a Sunday morning and I’m awake. Ugh, this is cursed.”

Now it was Rooster’s turn to laugh, and he did until Phoenix hung up on him.

-

“Can we see it?”

Rooster glanced over his shoulder at Coyote, raising an eyebrow.

“Are you propositioning me? Take me out to dinner first, man, damn-“

“-no, the dick- shit.”

Coyote sighed while Rooster chuckled, finishing getting into his flight suit.

“C’mon- please?”

“Ooh, sorry man, too late. Better luck next time.”

“Damn.”

Coyote went back to his own locker while Rooster struggled to get his flight suit to not rest against his sunburned back and shoulders.

“Bradley.”

Rooster groaned, glancing up when Maverick approached.

“Yeah, Mav?”

“I’ve been... hearing rumours today.”

“This is about the lilly white dick on my back isn’t it. You have your team to thank for that.”

Maverick’s mouth twitched. Rooster sighed.

“Go ahead; laugh it up. You’re not the first. I’m gonna kill Hangman when I get my hands on him.”

“It doesn’t sound like it was him, Roo.”

Maverick ruffled his hair and then continued his walk up to the podium.

“Good morning, aviators- hey, has anyone seen the penis on Rooster’s back? Gives a whole new meaning to his callsign, really.”

The rest of the Daggers laughed, Maverick flipping open his file.

“Okay, let’s get to it. Uh, today we’re going to be not doing the intense hops we’re used to; we’re going back to basics because I’m starting to notice gaps in your training...”

-

“C’mon, guys, fess up will you? Who drew the dick on my back in sunscreen and then let me burn?”

“To be fair, you slept for hours and we woke you when we were worried about you getting dehydrated,” Bob commented as he moved around the ready room. The others exchanged nervous glances; if anyone would dob another team member in it would probably be Bob.

Damn stealth pilots.

“The joke’s over, guys, I’ve got a burn along the lines of my callsign and I don’t think Maverick has stopped laughing yet.”

“He’s not the only one,” Hangman grinned. Rooster cocked an eyebrow as he turned to the blonde; no one said he was above bribery-

“Tell me who it was and I’ll blow you-“

“-it was Fanboy.”

The others groaned, Bob facepalming.

“Yet again, Hangman, you live up to your callsign,” Coyote said to his best friend. Hangman shrugged.

“I’ll never say no to a-“

“-did you seriously just give Fanboy up? Dude, not cool.”

Phoenix walked into the ready room at the perfect time, smacking Hangman upside the head. He winced but he couldn’t keep the grin off his face.

“Guys; I’ll send you photos I promise.”

-

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

Die With A Smile - Copia x male ghost oc

I LOWKEY FORGOT TO POST IT EARLIER I'M SO SORRY I MEANT TO POST IT YESTERDAY

warnings/things to note: this fic series is Copia x MY OC, not reader. he's a ghost, so mentions of death, abandonment, heartbreak, angst all around really plus even MORE angst this chapter... but if you stick around for the end something sweet pops in 🤭

word count: 2625

-> part 1 - part 2 <-

Chapter 3 - Another Lifetime

Copia hasn’t been able to get Ren out of his head. 

It’s a constant torment, this need, this ache to touch him again. 

And he can’t, he knows he can’t, but his face, his eyes, his voice are seared into his mind, and he’s not able to think about much else. 

He doesn’t get much sleep anymore.

Weeks have passed and Copia feels like he’s slowly going insane.

His brothers have noticed, of course. They’ve seen his lack of sleep and his constant dazed look in his eye. He’s even caught a glimpse of his own reflection, and he looks like some half dead version of himself. Pale, gaunt, with dark circles under hollow eyes.

He knew Ren continued to weep every night, in the same spot, waiting for someone to free him of this torment. But how could one do such a thing?

One night, Copia couldn't sleep. He rolls around in bed, his eyes shut tight, desperately trying to find something to think about other than Ren. He stays like that for hours, before he lets out a quiet, frustrated grunt and sits up. 

He can’t handle this. This need feels like it’s consuming him. 

He kicks back the blankets and gets out of bed, sliding on his house slippers and making a beeline for the library.

When Copia enters the library, Meliora turns towards him, a soft smile hinting at her lips. "Something troubling you at this hour, Cardinal?" 

Copia jerks in surprise when he hears Meliora’s voice, not expecting it in the library. 

It takes a moment for him to compose himself, standing up straighter and clearing his throat as he turns to the sister. 

"Er- yes.. something is troubling me, sister.." he mutters, his voice hoarse.

He looks tired and slightly disheveled, his hair a mess and his shirt creased, like he’s been tossing and turning in bed. He moves to one of the circular tables and sits behind it, gesturing for Meliora to take the seat across from him. 

"May I tell you about it?"

"Of course," she grabs her own book off the shelf and sits down across the table. "You usually don't stay up too late, do you? What's the matter?"

Copia lets out a tired noise and shakes his head. 

"Couldn't sleep," he mutters, his eyes flickering down. "There's been.. something in my mind and.. I can't get it out of my mind." 

He hesitates, his eyes moving back up. "Something I need… but can't have."

"Hmm..." Meliora put a finger to her chin as she thought, her brows furrowed as she normally does when she thinks. "What type of need is it, if I may ask? A person?"

Copia’s gaze flickers down for a moment again, his heart clenching. 

"Yes. A person. Someone I can't have, someone I can't - I can't touch.." he trails off for a moment, swallowing the sudden lump in his throat.

"Can't touch? That's odd..." her brows furrowed even more, puzzled by his description. A few seconds passed before she gasped softly. "Do you mean the weeping ghost, perchance?"

His breath hitches in his throat at her question. A pang of both relief (for finally being able to talk about it) and grief (the very mention of Ren makes his heart ache) hit his chest, and he suddenly feels like he can't breathe. "You-" he manages, "you know of the ghost?"

"Of course," she chuckled lightly as a memory resurfaced in her mind. "Back when Terzo was Cardinal, we.. we used to go ghost hunting. He got really freaked out when we stumbled upon it. Poor thing was sobbing its heart out, and Terzo screamed like a little girl." 

The image of Terzo, his former brother, screaming like a little girl at the sight of a weeping ghost, made Copia let out a snort of surprise. 

"Anyway, I'm pretty sure there's a legend or two in the Ministry's history books," Meliora glanced behind her shoulder, trying to recall which bookshelf it could be in. Copia let out a breath and shook his head, "is there? A legend? Do you think there’s any way to - to stop it?"

"Ouh," she grimaced. "I can't quite recall. But I think it has... something about how it can't contact flesh or pure substances, eurgh... it weeps for the lost souls, and the way to free the souls is through.. pure blood, I believe?"

Copia’s brows furrowed at this.

"Pure... blood?" he asked, confused. "Pure blood, you mean like- like an offering?"

"That.. sounds correct," she nodded. "Uh... sprinkle the blood onto the four corners of the cemetery's gates, erh… there's definitely got to be a chant somewhere too..."

Copia nodded along as Meliora talked, absorbing what she said and already making a mental checklist. 

"Do you-" he asks hesitantly, his eyes flickering down again. "Do you know where I might be able to get this pure blood?"

"I'm sure goat's blood will work just fine," Meliora answered.

"And I just… sprinkle it on the corner gates, and do the chant, and it should… stop weeping?"

Meliora nodded. "Technically, it should free its soul. So along with that, it should be able to take human form for a while, but no one knows how long it'll stay that way." 

Copia's heart was suddenly filled with an intense *need* at the thought of being able to see Ren, hold him,  touch him…

"Really?" Copia breathed out, suddenly finding himself standing up.

Copia leaned on the desk, his eyes intense as he looked at the still-puzzled Meliora. 

"Sister… this is going to sound insane, but I need to go to the graveyard right now. Like.. right now."

"Wha- uh... I- okay, let me go get the, um... blood," Meliora stood skeptically, making her way to the storage closets.

Copia waited patiently but impatiently as the sister left to get the blood, his fingers drumming on the desk. He glanced at the large windows of the library, trying to guess how long he’d have before the sun started rising.

'I'll free you, Ren,' he thought to himself. 'You won't be alone anymore.'

~ 𓉸ྀི ~

About fifteen minutes later, Copia stood at the entrance of the cemetery, Ren's soft sobs echoing in his ears. Copia had a vial of blood stuffed in his pocket, as well as the words of the chant burned into his memory. 

His eyes scan the place, searching the surroundings until he catches a glimpse of Ren's milky eyes, wet with ethereal tears. 

"Amore," he breathes out, his body filled with an intense wave of need and desperation. "It's me. Come," he beckoned. 

Ren's weeping ceased almost immediately, and he drifted over to where Copia stood. His breathless whisper replied, "Copia? What are you doing here?"

Just the sight of him was almost enough to drive Copia insane again. To hear his voice, to see his pure eyes, to smell the faint ghostly scent of him again….

"I found out about the legend, about the way to release you.." he breathes out, his voice shaky and his eyes practically begging the ghost. "I'm here to free you, amore."

Ren's eyebrows twisted upwards. If his heart still beat, it would've stopped. "..Why? I don't have anything to repay you, and you don't owe me anything.."

Copia felt his heart clench tighter at the question. 

"I don't want anything in return," he says, his voice soft, as he moves his gloved hand to caress Ren's cheek, his touch incredibly gentle. "I'm doing this so I can touch you, hold you, kiss you… I've been going crazy without you, I need to be with you, I crave being with you. "The thought of you being here, all alone, with no one to hold you- it’s been torment, it’s been pure torment…" he continues, a hint of desperation in his voice.

Poor Ren felt himself wanting to cry again, but this had a different reason. No one had thought twice about him in this form, yet Copia was willing to try to lift his curse. 

Was this.. love? 

Ren's lip trembled and more phantom tears fell from his milky white eyes. "No one's… ever made me feel this way…"

Copia's eyes softened. He wanted to kiss them all away, to hold him and comfort him and love him for the rest of eternity. 

“Can't imagine anyone wouldn’t do this for you, amore," he whispers, his hand caressing your cheek more. "You're the perfect person to love."

Ren's eyes widened, and he turned his head to avoid looking at him. However, Copia moves his other hand to Ren's other cheek and gently cups the ghost's face. 

"And that I do," Copia says, his voice still a whisper, his eyes meeting yours. "Love you, I mean."

"You... love me..?" Ren whispered. 

"Of course I do," the Cardinal whispered back, his eyes searching Ren's still-void eyes. "How could I not love you? You're beautiful, my heart aches for you - my mind has been consumed by you, thinking of you day and night, wanting to hold you, and kiss you, and have you all for myself-"

"S-Stop," Ren whimpered, his translucent hands grabbing at Copia's nightclothes in vain. "I-I love you too. Okay... do it, please. I-I can't wait any longer."

Copia’s eyes soften even more at the ghost boy's admission of love. He takes both of Ren's hands in his, wanting so desperately to feel him, but being met with the cold feeling of his spirit hands.

"Are you sure?" he asks quietly, his eyes pleading. "It'll only give you a few hours…"

Ren nodded. "I don't care.. I just want to be free."

Copia nods slowly, reluctantly releasing Ren's hands and moving to reach into his pocket for the vial of blood he smuggled out of the Ministry. 

He holds it with a shaking hand, taking a shaky breath, before unscrewing the cork. Quietly, he goes to the four corners of the cemetery, sprinkling the goat's blood while whispering the chant.

Within seconds, something shifts. Whether it's in the air or the atmosphere or the energy around the two, but there's suddenly something different. 

"I-I feel different…" Ren whispered, holding his stomach.

And then, all of sudden, a glow begins to surround his body. Copia gasps softly and drops the empty vial, his eyes widening as he watches Ren's body transform from a ghost into someone.. tangible.

Ren falls from where he was hovering with a yelp, landing on his back.

Copia let out a strangled noise of surprise and quickly rushed to Ren's side, falling to his knees beside him. 

“Are you alright?” he asked, his hands immediately going to your form to check that you were okay.

He was warm. He was alive again. 

"Y-You've freed me," Ren's soft voice graced Copia's ears, his human hand reaching out to finally touch Copia's cheek. It was an odd mix between warm and freezing, and Copia couldn't quite place it for the life of him. 

"Thank you…" 

In that moment, Ren pulled Copia into a deep kiss, the feeling of flesh on flesh foreign yet familiar. Copia held Ren in his arms, never wanting to let go. 

The tears that were shed were not of pain for the first time, it was of joy. 

Copia couldn't help it as his hands immediately went around Ren's new form, holding him tight to his body.

His hands clutched at Ren's white clothes, his body shaking as finally, finally- he could hold him in his arms, he could feel him, touch him, taste him, love him. 

And oh, did he love him. Copia’s heart was practically hammering in his chest as he kissed Ren back, returning the kiss with just as much intensity.

As they pulled away, Ren's strength was beginning to dissolve as the sun's rays peeked from below the earth.

"Thank you, Copia. Thank you," Ren repeated, a bittersweet smile present on his lips. 

Copia's eyes were almost fearful as he realized what the boy's words meant. 

He didn't want to let him go, had only just gotten him in his arms, finally feeling his skin and touch.

Yet his human form was slowly fading. "No.." Copia whispered, his hands gripping into Ren's flesh harder. "Please, no…"

"Don't be afraid," Ren whimpered, hugging Copia as tight as he could, with his hand pressed against Copia's chest. "Don't be afraid... I'll always be with you, in here."

 Copia’s heart clenched tight, a lump forming in his throat. The sound that came out of his mouth was a mix of a scoff and a sob, his throat squeezing and his eyes already feeling water. 

"Please," he whimpered, his hands now gripping the back of Ren's shirt, holding him as tight as he could. "Don't go.."

Ren's eyelids fluttered, his grip slowly loosening. "I'll find you... in my next life... don't cry..." 

Copia shook his head, his body shaking and his heart aching to hold him for longer, but Ren's form was slipping from his arms. 

It was all happening so fast, the sun slowly rising and watching him fading away from his touch. 

"No, no, no," he whispered, his hands immediately going to hold Ren's face, a desperate plea. "No, please, please don't leave me.."

Yet Ren went very still, his eyelids shutting for good. As the sun's rays began to bathe the cemetery with light, Ren's form shimmered and dissolved from Copia's arms into the slow breeze. Copia let out something that was almost a strangled cry of defeat, his body suddenly feeling so alone and cold again.

He sat there for a moment, his hands still raised and hovering uselessly where he had just been moments ago, the air just feeling like a lonely, empty wind.

~ 𓉸ྀི ~

Finding the Ministry wasn't that difficult, most of the locals tended to avoid looking at the large building with eternally spooky vibes. In some twisted way, it felt like home to you. The last decade hadn't treated you well, and you felt a pull to this place grow stronger as time passed.

Walking to the front doors and knocking four times, you straightened yourself up to look as presentable as possible. A few minutes later, an elderly looking woman opened the door. 

"Yes?" she asked, eyeing you up and down. 

"Hello, Sister," you greeted. "I'd like to become one of your Siblings of Sin." 

She nodded, allowing you to enter. "Welcome, dear. Come, we'll get you set up in my office. You may call me Sister Imperator."

As you both walked down the halls, you made eye contact with one of the cardinals, who was oddly riding a tricycle. He looked somewhat old and sad and tired, which was odd as you'd assumed people who ride tricycles were usually young and happy, yet you felt a pang in your heart for him. You looked away to marvel at the interior of the Ministry.

Little did you know that Copia found his eyes staring at you for a moment too long, his mind trying to place you. But you had a certain familiar look... perhaps it was just his imagination.

"Who's that?" you find yourself asking aloud. 

"Hm? Oh, that's Cardinal Copia," she glanced behind her, rolling her eyes for a brief moment. 

'Cardinal Copia,' you thought to yourself. 'He seems familiar.. Like I've met him before?'

"Despite his childlike mannerisms, he's a very helpful boy," Sister Imperator praised, pulling you out of his thoughts. "I'm sure he'd be happy to show you around if you ever get lost." 

You nodded, making a mental note in the back of your head. This place gave you a strong sense of deja vu, but you couldn't quite place it for the life of you. 

Oh well. Maybe it was in another life.

[its-all-under-control]

guys i’m gonna start treating this like an actual blog/diary wish me luck 😎😎

today there was a meeting for our schools jacket committee and they had krispy kreme donuts and hot chocolate for everybody who was part of it

i wanted the donut SOOO BADDDDD but i gave it to a friend who didn’t bring her lunch that day and told her there were extras for me (there weren’t and lowkey i’m mad about it because I REALLY WANTED THAT DONUT)

and i got the hot chocolate but passed it to a friend “r” i give all my food to before taking a sip <3 (we were in a silent study period so. she couldn’t ask me about it 🫡) and later i gave her the food i brought too and i gave j and our friend n a slider which they shared

later that day r gave me the rest of her chicken sandwich and i ate it after i got home with my person j 🫶 it was really damn good. then we ate a couple crackers

today me and i made these peanut butter oats chocolate chip bars. he didn’t like them cause he’s not an oats fan but they were SO FUCKING DELICIOUS and i ate like a quarter of the tin 😭😭 it was so fucking good omg and even better with ice cream so i had like a half scoop of ice cream w it. i really wanted to eat the bun i gave r but there were no more at home so i’m actually mourning it

and we also made some mi goreng with homemade sauce. i let j make the sauce and he fucked it up (put tablespoons of soy sauce instead of teaspoons) and he felt actually awful about it but ngl I still liked it cause I like a lot of salt

we had two blocks of noodles and I tried to eat slowly and take sips of water between so I think I ended up eating maybe 2/3-3/4 of one packet? i’m probably underestimating ngl 😭 but oh well i can’t really measure

i also had a couple spoonfuls of pesto pasta and i went out to hunt for the bars we made again but it was gone and i think someone ate the whole thing (it might have been my sister. she said she ate in the city but ngl I think she was lying)

today was pretty good honestly. i fucked, i didn’t eat too much and i got to cuddle j a lot. ate way better than yesterday (~1800 cals 😣😣) but i could have done better i reckon. i honestly want to cut down my eating habits SOOO much cause the diet isn’t really dieting and i’ve been really shit with my eating lately

[aeoneris]

Setsuna's 30-Day Hunter OC Meme!

Glad to see people enjoying the meme I made, and I just finished mine up yesterday (30 days really goes by quick!). I decided to document my thread on Twitter here.

Presenting, Setsuna!

Day 1: Introduction

This is Setsuna Yukino. Age 25~30+, Nonbinary (They/She), Human. Born and raised in Kamura Village.

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Day 2: Weapons

Setsuna specializes mostly in Insect Glaives and uses the Fox Halberd. On rare occasions though, they'll use the Mail Soulpiercer bow made from slaying Magnamalo.

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Day 3: Armor

Setsuna's main armor set for hunting. There's a bit of the influence of the Wyverian twins, and even Master Utsushi- the fox mask is a gift from him, and Setsu habitually wears it on many hunts.

This is what Setsu normally wears on off-days. Or if it isn't this yukata, then a baggy jinbei/common workclothes similar to what the other villagers wear.

While there's the main outfit, there were 3 different sets worn throughout the Risebreak story.

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Day 4: Buddies

Setsuna's buddies are Fuu the Shikigami Palamute and Kogitsune, the... nine-tailed fox who acts like a Palico for some reason?

Fuu was passed down to Setsuna when they were a child. In fact, he is older than his owner! He's a familiar face in the village, and everyone knows who this magnificent beast belongs to. A fiercely loyal guy.

Kogitsune's been acting as Setsuna's support ever since they saved him from a rogue pitfall trap years ago. He's their housekeeper, but occasionally helps with hunts. Setsuna decided not to question his existence, or why he acts like a Felyne. What matters is that he's a friend.

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Day 5: Monsters

Setsuna is best associated with Mizutsune, being fox-like and lithe in battle. (But, if you asked, they actually enjoy hunting Rakna-Kadaki the most. Probably because it's like a big bug... And Setsu loves bugs.)

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Day 6: Hobbies

Setsuna's favorite hobby is raising kinsects in their spare time. They've been doing this for many years, since childhood. They also love exploring and finding where rare endemic lifeforms live.

As for side jobs, Setsu often helps other villagers with tasks like physical labor. If they never became a hunter, they'd basically be living day in and out like this. Lowkey would be a workaholic, but they do take breaks often. (This art is a younger version of Setsu.)

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Day 7: Family

Setsuna considers most of Kamura family, and they regard her the same. The Wyverian Twins are like Setsu's older sisters, and Yomogi, Iori, and Komitsu little siblings. Setsu also has a mother and father who are traveling merchants that sell Kamura's wares.

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Day 8: Comrades

Setsuna has a small network of friends she likes to hunt with most, but doesn't mind helping strangers if they'll have her. She especially enjoys hunting with a certain instructor. When it comes to gathering requests though, Setsu prefers to be alone.

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Day 9: Bond

Kamura prides itself on the fact that their greatest hunter and the village instructor are locally known as a legendary power couple. You might catch them running across the rooftops on the way to their next mission. Setsuna and Utsushi are professionals, but rest assured... They are very much in love. Painfully so. There is not a bond that is stronger than the one between master-and-disciple-turned-lovers.

Here's a link to the first fanfic I wrote about Setsuna and Utsushi, if you're interested in their story. The thread also has the rest of my fanfics about them, in order.

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Day 10: Food

Setsuna tries to have a balanced diet, and will eat almost anything they're offered. Lately, they've grown a sweet tooth because of Yomogi and Komitsu. However, if you asked, sashimi is their "favorite" food because it's the only thing they know how to prepare.

To be clear, Setsuna... cannot cook. Not even if their life depended on it. But they're oblivious to the fact. Everyone goes out of their way to stop them from trying to cook. The instructor is even stumped on how to teach Setsu...

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Day 11: Inventory

Setsuna likes to travel light and only brings what's needed for every mission and hunt, like a few potions and rations. They're pretty handy at finding materials to make useful things on the spot when it gets tough.

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Day 12: Symbolism

Setsuna is often represented by "the snow of winter melting to give way to spring", a chrysalis, or a snow-faced fox.

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Day 13: Music

Here is Setsuna's playlist, all songs that remind me of them or their relationship with Utsushi.

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Day 14: Habits

Setsuna tends to look a certain way when they're pensive or lost in thought. It's something like concern or even at times a "resting bitch face", and makes them intimidating to people who don't know about it. Also has a habit of being sleepy after eating.

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Day 15: Half-way Free Space!

Setsu is a surprisingly good singer, but the quickest way to make them stop is to point it out... So if you'd like to keep hearing it, don't say anything at all and just enjoy it.

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Day 16: Motives

Setsuna never actually wanted to be a hunter while growing up. They were content with being an everyman of the village and living day to day with no real aspirations. But around the age of 19, they were stirred to act...

After witnessing the aftermath of a monster attack that took away a friend's life. Wanting to know how to protect others, Setsuna finally reached out to the only person they knew that could help...

Utsushi knew of their potential for a while, but only took them up as a disciple when they were ready and serious about being a hunter. Setsuna studied under him for about 5-6+ years before the start of Rise.

Here's a link to "Cocoon", a fanfic about Setsuna's backstory, if you're interested in the details.

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Day 17: Temperament

Setsuna was used to being ostracized at a young age, and though it doesn't really happen anymore, they got used to it and don't really care about what people think about them. So if anyone had an issue with them, they would just calmly assess the situation.

They'd rather avoid confrontation as much as they can. But that being said, if someone really came at them... Well, there always comes a point where Setsu gives off a weirdly intimidating aura, so sooner or later, someone will back down.

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Day 18: Happiness

Seeing a smile on a client's face after a job well done, watching their kinsects grow up well, spending time with the instructor... These things make Setsuna happy. The fact that tomorrow could bring these things makes life worth living.

... Also, on rare occasions, a really good smoke.

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Day 19: Aversion

Setsuna doesn't feel comfortable with people who are too abrasive, who look down on others, or aren't very humble. And of all the things they really hate, it's the idea of not being able to fulfill a promise.

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Day 20: Trauma

When Setsuna was a child, their grandfather left on a journey and never returned. The void that he left behind slowly changed them into a person who couldn't take risks and had no aim in life. At least, for a time...

Things are much different now. Eventually, Setsuna learned to embrace life's whats and ifs by their own hands. Their body is covered with scars from their time as a hunter, but they learned to accept every single one as proof of surviving risks taken.

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Day 21: Fear

I mentioned that Setsuna hates "the idea of not being able to fulfill a promise." But actually, that hate is an irrational fear. They can't handle the possibility of leaving behind unfinished business.

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Day 22: Spirituality

Setsuna seems lax, but there is something fervent about the way they deeply respect the balance of nature and their part in the cycle of mortality that surrounds hunting. They always offer a tiny prayer of thanks for the life that they take.

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Day 23: First Impressions

When people first meet Setsuna, they tend to get bewitched and intimidated by her presence. Is she royalty or something? There's just something about her. But as soon as she opens her mouth, people are taken aback by how oddly friendly she is. It often leads to awkward first conversations, where even Setsuna is confused about what's going on. As people get to spend more time with her, they'll find that she's just an offbeat, but benevolent fellow. It's strange that this is the type of person who became Kamura's savior, and there would probably be conflicting tales about the Fierce Flame if it weren't for Master Utsushi regaling everyone in fine detail about her efforts.

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Day 24: Facade

Setsuna is genuinely an open and amiable person, but when it comes to certain situations... Well, Setsu can try to hide their feelings, but it's noticable when something is bothering them. There are certain complicated emotions that Setsu has trouble conveying in a straight-forward manner. Not because they want to hide them, but because they physically/mentally have trouble with it. Only their closest friends and partner know to give them time and space to speak.

I think it's also worth bringing back the "degrees of feeling jealousy" meme that was going around in certain fan circles. Setsuna is really funny when trying to keep a straight face.

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Day 25: Change

I mentioned it before on Day 16, but Setsuna originally didn't want to be a hunter. At that time, they were a lot more lonesome and estranged, yet paradoxically having a doormat habit of doing things for others just to feel important.

Nowadays, Setsu is much more vibrant and friendly, with every action full of intent. Even if they are still a bit odd in some ways, they're someone you can rely on and trust.

Appearance-wise, Setsu used to have short hair around the time they first started training under Utsushi.

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Day 26: Criticism

Those old habits of being a doormat die hard, and Setsuna does have issues with taking on a little too much at once. While they do follow through with everything, due to that fear of ever leaving anything unfinished or not fulfilling a promise...

They can really have a habit of draining themselves after everything's over. They are working on taking things one step at a time, and sharing any burdens with others they trust.

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Day 27: Atmosphere

Setsuna knows the Shrine Ruins like the back of their hands, since they've been exploring it since they were younger. But after being deployed to Elgado, they've really come to be fond of the Jungle area. They do well with any kind of weather, but they love the gentle sun after a light rain. Or even a sun-rain, itself.

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Day 28: Rest

Setsuna seems to have the ability to be awake at any time they're needed. They usually wake up at sunrise, but they also enjoy staying up under moonlight and sleeping in when they're free to do so. They also tend to take quick naps usually after a meal.

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Day 29: Dreams

Setsuna hopes they'll always be able to help others through the art of the hunt, even if it means traveling the world. But if it comes to that, they hope they'll always be able to come home to Kamura, and be by Utsushi's side. It's more a promise, than a dream.

Well... There's a chance that Utsushi will make sure he's always by Setsuna's side, whether they like it or not, so the dream of helping others can happen without any worry. For better or worse.

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Day 30: Ending Free Space!

Setsuna's favorite kinsect is a Pseudocath named Hasu. Thank you for reading about my hunter, and sharing the 30-Day meme!

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

I need some angst. The bachelor/ettes are finally married to the farmer, but something is wrong. They go to the mayor’s house and file a divorce from the farmer, but why? What could have possibly happened where everything was right that made everything go so… wrong?

(lowkey inspired by a mod that made events after you divorced like most of the characters)

Hello pain, hello depression, it's time to add some drama-

I didn't even know such a mod existed. Damn, how many good mods I hear about from anons 😅 As far as I understood, dear anon, you meant that it was the Farmer's spouse who initiated divorce, not the Farmer themselves. I apologize if I mistranslated the question, hope I wrote correctly. Thanks for you question! 👋 Enjoy!

⚠️Warning: depression, cheating, breaking up, family issues, manipulation⚠️

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Bachelors:

Sam:

Hey, what the hell? What is his spouse doing in the arms of another? And also they have French kisses, right in public, in front of Sam?! What, make Sam jealous? Why? If this is a prank, then it is very, very stupid prank. Sorry what? He is immature? They the one who tell! Then why then was this pendant, flowers, wedding? They wanted to fix him?... If the Farmer can't accept Sam for who he is, then why try?... Sam is not lazy, and quite responsible, but the Farmer wanted a completely different person from him. It won't work like that, he have to go to Lewis to ask for divorce papers. It's not cool, man, to play with people like that...

Shane:

It's not right, no no no, it's all wrong. Only yesterday he was a worthless piece of garbage, and now he is a married man. A big house, a farm, chickens, a beloved spouse... There's a catch, everything can't be so perfect, everything can't be so good in his life!... You made a mistake, Farmer. Shane is not the one to make you happy. He wanted to become a better person, but for this, Shane needs to make an effort himself, and not wait for love to be served on a silver plate.. This divorce will be painful for both of you, but trust Shane, Farmer, he is not the one you need. Find someone who isn't as useless as he is.

Alex:

...They must be fucking joking. A month had passed since their official wedding (happiest day, as he believed), and he found his spouse caught them cheating with another. The "best" part is these are not even familiar friends from the Valley, but some left-handed dude who came from another city to the Festival. Alex what for them, a joke!? He will not shed tears because of them, he does not even want to understand what the hell and scandalize. The choice has already been made. Alex himself is to blame, he should have looked better when he chose a partner. And yet, already at home, in his room, he will silently cry, does not respond to Evelyn's concern and her attempts to find out what happened.

Sebastian:

Sebastian often imagined what it was like to live on a farm lately, and he was able to experience first hand when he and the Farmer kissed on the wedding altar. But expectations can be quite different from reality. Sebby couldn't understand, but he seemed to see a different person after the wedding. Frequent disputes about amphibians in his room, quarrels, misunderstandings - this is a completely different person. Sebastian was clearly jumping to conclusions and decided to end this quickly while they were young. Maybe Sebastian and the Farmer should have been just friends. Now he has another reason to save up for an apartment in the Zuzu city so he can get out of the Valley.

Harvey:

It turned out to be a coincidence, but Harvey found the real reason why the Farmer married him. Love at first sight, huh? Bullcrap. When Harvey presented the evidence in front of the Farmer, they didn't deny it... The Doctor had to wipe his glasses from the moisture more than once because of the tears, because how painful it was. But despite his heartbreak, he won't let anyone manipulate him like that. In a good way, he could sue his partner marrying him just to avoid paying huge medical bills every time they were wounded in battle... But it's not worth it. Although he is a doctor and swore that he would cure everyone, don’t expect a “friendly conversation” from him now: “arms and legs are intact, took the pills and went out of his clinic. Harvey is still in pain, but work helps him to distract himself.

Elliott:

Elliott moved to live on a farm after the wedding, but he feels that in this flowering corner he feels more alone than in his old house by the sea. The Farmer is constantly busy, constantly at work and traveling. Even in the evening they almost never say a word. Elliott promised that he would tell the Farmer everything, and together they would overcome all difficulties. But it looks like it was a one-sided game. Sorry Farmer, but Elliott can't do this anymore. Better to end a failed marriage before it's too late.

Bachelorettes:

Emily:

Their aura changed after the wedding. Emily can't explain it, but it's like they've become a different person. Something... Distant, alien. Something happened? Did she do something wrong? Please, Farmer, talk to her. Was their wedding a mistake??... Oh, well, to be honest, she also felt it, but she thought it was just the stress of moving to a new house. However... No, Emily will file for divorce herself. She is very sad that nothing worked out for the two of them... She needs time to heal, and maybe they will become friends again? Who knows. Although their marital relationship did not work out, but what to do. Well, apparently fate has prepared for her another spouse.

Penny:

A pity?! The Farmer married her out of pity?! Penny couldn't hold back her tears as she raced away from the farm, away from people where she could cry alone. What a fool she is, believed so much that finally someone loved her, that those appeared in her life to whom she would forever be devoted and respond with mutual love. She read a lot of chivalric novels, but the reality turned out to be not so prosaic... Stupid, so stupid... She gathered the last remaining strength to sign a divorce paper. Poor girl will not be able to come to her senses for a long time. Her mother will shoot the Farmer not-so-kind looks for what they did to his daughter.

Abigail:

Yet family squabbles follow Abigail everywhere. At first it was Pierre, who already got her with conversations that "a girl has no place in a cemetery and other dubious places", later Caroline again started talking about her clothes and interest in occult things. And now the Farmer. God, this can't go on. Abigail has made hasty decisions, she is not yet ready for family life, and is unlikely to be ready. After the divorce, she can remain on friendly terms with the Farmer, depends on them two. But now the constant questions from her parents became even more unbearable, and Abby became much more irritable.

Haley:

... and for this she agreed to share her life with this person? To become their next "conquered fortress" and watch the Farmer move on, look after others to seduce? Didn't think so, bitch. Haley may be a little rough and maybe even manipulative, some might say, but even she won't let herself sink that low. She files for divorce. And trust her, Farmer, she'll do everything she can to get the people in the Valley to know who you really are. No one should fall victim to such toxic and terrible love games.

Maru:

You know, they could just ask Maru to help fix the farm equipment, it wouldn't be worth having an entire wedding to have Maru help fix the farm machines. Her dad was somewhat right when he defended her from a hasty relationship. What was the use of an analytical mind and giftedness if she could not distinguish between good intentions and true love in the Farmer from a simple desire to use her as a tool. All these flowers, night walks under the stars - everything turned out to be false. Maru immediately went to Lewis's house for documents, still very upset that her dream had been shattered into a cruel reality. Well, at least her family and science won't betray her...

Leah:

No, this is not correct at all. This, of course, is not such a toxic relationship as with her ex, but it also does not fit. She seems to have everything: fresh wood for sculptures, a lot of materials for drawing, the most delicious and fresh vegetables. But the Farmer... She's like a stranger to them. They are not interested in her sculptures and life, they do not tell anything about their day, they are almost always silent... No. Leah almost fell into the pit of a failed marriage before, and she won't let it happen now. She will try to calmly talk to the Farmer, and if they agree with her, then Leah will file for divorce tomorrow. Well, the Farmer didn't turn out to be her love of her life, but she's glad they worked it out like grown-ups.

[rosenallies]

I KNOW THIS IS REALLY VAGUE BUT CAN YOU WRITE A PHONE SEX PROMPT WHERE ROSIE SAYS THE LINE "SHH BABY, MOMMY'S RIGHT HERE" PLEASE PLEASE

I feel so so gross and unloved rn so lowkey thanks for this <3

Tw/ panic attack </3

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Denali sat in the dark closet, her knees tucked to her chest while she tried to focus on the smell of Rosé’s sweaters that surrounded her, brushing her cheeks with their cashmere softness.

She knew since yesterday that Rosé would be home late that night and she had every chance to do something to pull herself out of the dark place she found herself plummeting to the second she walked through the door and there was no Rosé to kiss her or to hold her hand through dinner or to just make her feel less alone. Denali felt so alone, their two bedroom apartment too roomy for just her.

It was then she let herself begin to cry, a few stray tears turned into salt streams down her cheeks, gentle sniffles turned to heaving breaths while she fought to fill her lungs with air. Without Rosé there it felt like she was completely alone in the world, and she really supposed she was. No one would protect her from being crushed as the four walls around her closed in on her, boxing her in and making it harder and harder to breathe.

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Rosé sighed as she trudged up the stairs to her and Denali’s apartment, it was just before midnight and she could feel exhaustion seeping into her bones. She hadn’t really wanted to go out with her coworkers but she declined again and again, so she felt she had to at least once to save face and pretend that she didn’t prefer to be alone with Denali in their little cozy apartment where they built a life, just one night out without her proved that as Rosé drove home tapping her fingers against the steering wheel impatiently at every stop light.

She walked into the dark living room, kicking off her shoes and shrugging off her coat, assuming Denali was already asleep. She kept quiet as she tip toed to the bedroom, ready to fall into bed beside her love.

It took her back when she entered the bedroom and the bed was still perfectly made, not a Denali or Donut in sight.

“Denali?” She called to no avail, the only answer she got was was the clack of Donut’s nails against the tiled bathroom floor, yawning as she stretched.

“Hi, Donie,” she cooed, “where’s Nali, huh?”

Donut whined, turning her head toward the closet and wagging her tail.

“Is she in there?” Rosé asked like the dog would answer her, “hmm, let’s go check.”

Rosé switched on the bathroom light and opened the closet door, using the light that seeped in to scan the area. At first, she thought the closet was empty, but then in the corner where her sweaters hung, Denali was curled up in a ball, fast asleep. Brows furrowed together with concern, Rosé crept closer, noticing how her cheeks were stricken with tears, dry salt white streams dirtied her soft cheeks.

“Oh sweet girl,” Rosé cooed softly, placing a tentative hand on her shoulder.

Denali mustn’t have been in too deep a sleep because the second Rosé touched her, she jumped, scooting away from her and whimpering.

“Denali? It’s me, baby, it’s Rosie,” she said.

Hiding her face in the sleeve of one of the sweaters, Denali shook her head violently. “No, please-“

“Honey, it’s me, I won’t hurt you. Please, let me see you.”

“Please, go. My girlfriend is out but she’ll be home soon, please-“ she cried.

It scared Rosé how out of it Denali was, the only other time she’d seen her like that was after she passed out from a particularly bad panic attack, when she woke she was dazed and confused, still stuck in a state of panic. Rosé’s heart dropped at the thought of Denali passing out in here, all alone and scared, falling backwards because she couldn’t catch her breath.

“It’s me, sweetheart, I promise. Here,” she said, barely above a whisper, wiggling the ring she wore from her finger, “take this. Look at yours, they’re the same because it’s me, Rosé.”

Denali took the ring, still hiding her face, but she studied it in her hand, comparing it to the one she wore on a chain around her neck. Inside the band, their initials and anniversary were engraved.

“R-Rosé,” she whimpered, pushing herself out of the dark little corner she hid herself in, “mommy?”

“Yes, darling, it’s mommy. What happened, sweet girl?”

Crawling out from behind the sweaters, Rosé nearly gasped when she saw her, a darkening bruise on her forehead, a cut with dried blood smack in the middle of it. She had to have passed out and hit her head on one of the shelves, there was no doubt in Rosé’s mind now.

“Oh pumpkin, you poor thing. Come here,” Rosé sniffed, guilt and shame eating away at her.

Tentatively, Denali crawled over to her, recognition finally settling over her face as she reached for Rosé, crying and muttering. Taking her in her arms, Rosé held her as close as she could, bracketing her in her arms while she sobbed.

“Shhh, baby, mommy’s right here. I’m right here, baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Mommy, help me, please,” she sobbed, her heart hammering in her chest that pressed against Rosé’s.

“Baby, you’ve got to breathe, you’re gonna pass out again or make yourself sick.”

“I-I can’t, I can’t, I can’t!”

“Okay, okay, shhh, just let mommy hold you then,” Rosé soothed, petting her hair.

She held her close and tight, applying pressure in all the places she needed it until Denali finally started to calm down some.

In a slow but sure process, Denali’s sputtering turned into hiccups pressed against Rosé’s shoulder but at the very least she wasn’t yelling anymore and she wasn’t so red in the face.

“Can we get you into bed, baby, please? You’ll be safer in there.”

Denali nodded and let Rosé lift her off the ground, carrying her effortlessly into bed where she was situated right in between Rosé’s legs, arms wrapped around her.

“Momma,” Denali whimpered pitifully, “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, don’t be, baby, you have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

Denali shook her head. “ ‘M stupid.”

“No, of course you’re not. You’re my love, you know that, don’t you? That I love you more than anything else in this whole world.”

Squirming, Denali moved so she was straddling Rosé’s thighs, tangling her arms around her and pressing her face in her neck. “I love you too, I’m so-“

“No,” Rosé stopped her, “no more ‘sorry’s’. Can you tell me what happened?”

“I-I just got home from the rink and I-I felt so alone. I hadn’t felt so alone since-since before you and I just, I freaked out. I just wanted to hide for a little bit but-“

Rosé nodded in understanding. “You panicked?”

“Yeah,” Denali squeaked, embarrassed.

“My poor baby,” Rosé sympathized, stroking her cheek, “can I help you out some? First, we’ll take care of your head and then I can make you some cereal. I bet you didn’t have supper, did you?”

Ashamed, Denali shook her head.

“It’s okay, honey, I bet that’s why you passed out. You’ve gotta eat, even if you’re feeling anxious.”

“I know, I just-“

“Shhh, you don’t need to explain yourself, just let mommy help you, can you do that? First, your head, then, dinner, then I’ll help you get ready for bed?”

Denali nodded, inelegantly wiping her face with her sleeve. “Okay, mommy.”

Rosé kissed her temple, mindful of the bruise that was spreading across her delicate skin. “Good girl, I don’t want you lifting a finger until tomorrow, okay? Let momma take care of everything.”

[chososcamgirl]

HEYYHEEHEHEYYYYY SIGMA ALPHA IYAAAA DAILY CHECK IN HRU?? GUESS WHAT ALPHA.. MY MANIFESTATION WORK RAHHHH TODAY IS GOING SO SKIBIDI 🔥🔥🔥 I TALKED TO MY ENGLISH TEACHER AND WE WORKED IT OUT.. SO SHE STILL DOESNT LIKE ME BUT ATLEAST MY GRADES BACK UP 🐺‼️

OH MY GYATTERS.. YESTERDAY I DISCOVERED THAT I SLEEP WRITE 😭😭 IDK HOW TO DESCEIBE IT BUT I LIKE FELL ASLEEP ON MY WORK DESK WHILE DOING HW AND I STARTED WRITING ABOUT ONIONS.. NEW POWER UNLOCKED⁉️⁉️😈😈 I DIDNT KNOW THAT I WAS ABLE TO DO THAG 🔥🐺‼️

UR SO SMAET SIGMA IYA TOP OF ENGLISH?? 😍😍 GYATTERS WHAT A VALEDICTORIAN 😼😼 IM SO GLAD UR SKIBIDI CUS UR ALPHA AURA PASSES ON TO ME (heh.. the power of our PACK 💪💪 🙂‍↕️🤞) TODAY HAS ACTUALLY BEEN SO SIGMA THO.. SO THANKS FOR MANIFESTING WITH ME SIGMA 😘😘💗💗

I DONT WATCH A LOT OF MOVIES BUT THE ONLY ONE I CAN WAIT THINK OF RN IS THE MAZERUNNER.. BUT IVE BEEN THINKING ABT STARTING SMTHING.. SO ILL B SURE TO CHECK OUT UR FAVS!!

QOTD‼️🙂‍↕️ WHATS UR FAV PLAYLIST U’VE MADE FOR SJAP SO FAR?? (I’m literally in LOVE with ur playlists 😘😘)

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HI ALPHA!! 🐺🐺

IM GOOD!!! if i reply late it’s bc i had work and i did work today💔 BUT WORK IS SO FUN AND AMAZING SO I DONT MIND IT!! WHOOP WHOOP U GUYS WORKED IT OUT ON THE REMIX🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙌🙌 not entirely.. BUT ITS SOMETHING!! IM SO PROUD OF U FOR THAT<3333

HELP SLEEP WRITING? thats lowkey cool i wish i could write the entirety of sjap asleep💔 it would save me sm time fr🙏 but LMFAO ONIONS? that’s so random and sigma i love it🔥‼️

yas top of english😍 i was smart and then i lowkey let myself go but locked in during senior year🙂‍↕️🙏😈 the power of the pack fr!! yes whenever u need help with anything come to me and we’ll use our combined powers to manifest😋 <3

ALSO MAZE RUNNER?? i’m a SUCKER for dystopian movies/series omfg hunger games, divergent, never let me go etc SO GOOD? you must tell me who ur favourite characters are oh my god i had the BIGGEST hyper fixation of maze runner for the longest time i absolutely love minho and thomas and newt🙂‍↕️ keep me updated!! <3

QOTD‼️ favourite playlist i’ve done for sjap is probably tridant’s set list like I LOVE LOVE LOVE it. the main playlist is also close up there but i just love listening to the songs and imagine them playing it ugh it’s another feeling

ILY ALPHA!! LMK HOW SCHOOL GOES TODAY!

[onyxclub5]

entry #12 - gratitude

I WROTE THE COMP TEST ! ! !

FUCKING F I N A L L Y.

i'm lowkey scared of the results, fingers crossed it went well, if it didn't oh well, but if it did you know what that means....MORE studying :DDD

anyways, i could finally relax today, i had my everything shower™ and could finally do fuck all for the rest of the day.

tomorrow thank the lord i'm not going to school, but i still need to go to piano and tutoring lessons, because one thing we are going to do IS GET THAT FUCKING BAG.

always.

not to rant (but i can cuz this is my blog-thing), but i'm like so happy right now?

like, i have no idea if i passed or not, but i just feel so happy that i'm doing so much shit in my life, that i HAVE a life and that atm i don't even have to worry about girls at school gossiping about me, giving me death glares in the corridors and filling every room i'm in with them with negative energy, because I'M GETTING STUFF DONE. i'm actually DOING something.

it feels so freeing to feel at least a little bit successful to myself, doing things i thought i'd never be doing.

and even though it's literally so hard some days that when i come home late at night after a whole 12+h day, i can't even cry because i'm so exhausted, i know this is still a work in progress.

i know that THIS is the journey. and even though it hurts most of the time, sometimes when i get to catch my breath, i stop and look around and realize how fucking amazing life is.

i am out here MOVING. i am out here DOING THINGS.

and for the longest time that's all i ever wanted to do, i just wanted to get up and DO things, be able to keep moving forward and fight stillness.

and that's when i realize that all of this pain, is just growing pains. it always hurts when you're growing.

and that's okay. more than okay, that's fucking fantastic.

that's needed.

i fucking slay.

and to all the girls who work their asses off and find shit confusing, are lost, are tired and burned out as hell, but are still trying to make sense of everything around them, still trying to better themselves every day, trying to be at least a little better than they were yesterday, you fucking slay and i love you and respect you so much you don't even know.

i think i'm going to make a list of some more shit i need to do, cuz if one thing's for sure it's that:

the schedule never fucking sleeps.

cuz that's how we fucking like it <3

[dirtysvthoughts]

Heyy!!!

Congrats!! I hope you hit your 100th follower soon !! 😽✨ can i request drabble 32 and 109 in a luxury cruise party with jeonghan 😵 once I imagined it , it got me screaming , thanks 💗

dirtysvthoughts hits 100 followers!

a/n: lord, i really should’ve posted this yesterday (cause it was his birthday 🫠), but hey - it’s still his birthweek, so better late than never! i hope you guys enjoy! im gonna try and do my best to get thru the rest of the jeonghan requests by sunday, so we can continue celebrating! 🥳

tags/warnings: female! reader, luxury cruise thingz, established relationship, public sex (not really, but yes really), slight spanking, a bit of dirty talk, lowkey filth, and just han being the cocky mf he can be

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °

32. “i wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.”

109. “mine.”

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[08:29 p.m.]

he pushes you against the wall, your back shivering at the contrast of the cold surface, despite how hot you were right now. he slots your leg in between his crotch, further adding to the wetness in your panties. you moan out at the feeling as he hikes your dress up past your waistline, your dress straps beginning to fall.

“j-jeonghan..” you bury your face into his neck, kissing him with such fever and vigor he thought he would pass out. he pulls you in even tighter, trying his best to hide how easily turned on he was getting.

how did you two even end up in this situation? the both of you were invited to a party for one of your friends, and they decided to go all out and rent out a cruise ship. it was a black-tie party and everyone was dressed to the nines in the most expensive brands. you and jeonghan were definitely the couple of the evening - his slick-back hair and all black suit & tie and your daring choice of a backless, high-slit gown had everyone’s eyes turning.

to jeonghan, there was something so sexy about you tonight that pushed him to take you somewhere private. was it you in your dress? was it how beautiful you looked under the night sky? was it how he knew other men would want to talk to you (or take you home), but they couldn’t knowing you were already taken? whatever it was, he just wanted to show you how much he adored you.

he enticingly whispered in your ear about how much he wanted you, and who were you to say no when you also wanted to do some things to him? you followed him as he took your hand and led you to an empty area on one of the higher floors of the ship.

“what is it baby?” he asks smirking at how riled up you are. he grabs your ass and lightly smacks it, rubbing you afterwards.

“want you to do m-more..” you manage to get out as he continues to feel you up. you could never get enough of his touch.

“oh, my baby wants more does she?” he chuckles as he slides you straps all the way down, your breasts coming into his view. you gasp at the cold air hitting you and at his tongue licking your nipples. you gently push his head in further to give him more access.

“f-fuck, hannie…” you moan out and he comes back up and kisses you on your lips, your eyes and lips begging for more once he pulls away.

“i think your ready for me baby.. that pretty pussy of your has to be soaking wet by now. i wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.” now, he pulls your dress completely off leaving you in only your panties and heels.

“is that a promise?” you ask, your hands unbuttoning his suit pants, taking his dick out. he twitched at how bold you were becoming. he turns you around so your ass was facing him, bending you over while holding your waist.

“keep acting up and someone will see your imprint on that glass,” he says using his spit for lube before he enters inside of you.

“mine,” is the last thing you hear once he enters inside of you, as everything turns white while he fucks you good and hard. with your loud moans and sound of skin slapping, it’s a wonder that you two haven’t been caught yet.

you can quickly feel your orgasm approaching the harder and faster he goes.

“han, han - h-haaa,” his name falls off your tongue into a silent scream as you cum all over his dick, your juices staining parts of his suit pants, and if you still had your dress on - it’d probably be ruined.

jeonghan turns you around and presses his lips into yours, his hands roaming your naked body and slyly going up to your wet folds, two of his fingers entering inside. he moans at how wet you still are after being completely fucked out.

“h-huh?” you ask completely out of it, nowhere near coming down from your amazing high.

“did i ever say we were done?” he chuckles as he wipes your lips. “who knows, i might actually fuck you up against that glass over there. we’re not done until someone kicks us off this cruise.”

[yokohamapound]

YES! Let’s celebrate our fav short king! 👑 (be prepared to be flooded since i have to many ideas an nowhere to put them XD)

Anyways what would his ideal date be? Location, theme etc. What would he do to really impress someone? How do we know when he’s genuinely interested in someone? Basically dating HCs for our fav!

I meant to post a bunch of Chuuya stuff yesterday buuut I fell asleep as soon as I got home from work. Better late than never!

Characters: Nakahara Chuuya

Contents: gender neutral reader

Nakahara Chuuya

When Chuuya thinks "date", his mind immediately goes to a dinner in some swanky restaurant, with a wine list that reads like a royal genealogy and waiters swooping around like tuxedo'd ghosts. He's thinking candlelight, fancy food, immediately followed by a night of raucous dancing (both actual dancing and the horizontal kind).

Outside of his (admittedly not many) romantic relationships, most of his knowledge of romance comes from films, books, and advice from Kouyou. He leans toward the "sweep you off your feet" variety. At least at first.

He's kind of flexing, putting on a show and dazzling you with his wealth and his good taste and his knowledge of the finer things in life. This is how he treats you when he starts dating you, when he's really playing it safe. Not that there's anything wrong with a lavish dinner date, but there are other, exciting levels to Chuuya you're yet to discover.

If he really wants to impress you, he'll take you to places that are normally off limits to members of the public. I don't mean anything in Port Mafia territory, because he absolutely does not show off about his position. In fact, he won't even tell you what he does for a living for a few months.

"Yeah, it's just an executive position. I'd bore us both just talkin' about it."

He'll use his money or his power to take you on top of the Yokohama Bay Bridge at night, so you can stand up there amid the lights and look out over the city. He'll get you an exclusive performance of the ballet you could never afford to go to. He'll take you into an expensive department store after hours and buy you anything you lay eyes on.

The early days of dating Nakahara Chuuya are a thrill ride. It's like Wattpad story, seriously. He doesn't know it, but he's literally walked out of the pages of a CEO billionaire romance, minus the creepy stalker tendencies and poor BDSM representation…

-Pepa voice- But!

Dating Chuuya also has a make it or break it point—when you find out that he's a member of the Port Mafia. He'll play it careful, feeling you out before he tells you. Both for his own sake as well as yours. He can't have you running and blabbing his secrets to all and sundry, and he doesn't want you doing anything that would get you in shit with the mafia.

Once you've passed that Chuuya Event Horizon, you'll start seeing more of the guy underneath the tailored clothes (literally) and the fast cars and the black card. Dates can get more lowkey.

Night time drives through the countryside, Chuuya behind the wheel, his face outlined in the dim lights from the dashboard, music pumping from the speakers as he guides the car along tight, winding country roads. Windows open a crack to let the wind whip your hair.

Invites back to his apartment to watch a movie and eat takeout, sprawled on his couch and barely talking, just vibing in each other's company.

Coffee and walking through the park.

Running errands together in his free time.

This isn't a sign of his waning interest but one of his growing comfort. He still loves to take you out and spoil you, but if Chuuya shows up wearing jeans and a hoodie to go grocery shopping with you, that means he really fucking likes you.

[xpeachesncream]

lowkey (jjk) | 02.

⦿ boo’d up in the daytime

⦿ mackin’ & hangin’ in the nighttime

↳ series masterlist

summary: in order to pass organic chemistry and pay off your car damages from an accident, all you have to do is help the nerd, jeon jungkook, with a few things: pretend to be his girlfriend and teach him the ways of dating.

pairing: popular!reader x nerd!jjk

genre: college au, fake dating au, friends (with benefits?) to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.2k

warnings: cussing, implied sexual content/mature language, kissy-kissy koo, mentions of a boner, mention of sex and cum, seokjin’s still toxic

note: posting this chapter a little early since it’s butter weekend, plus the last part of liquid courage should be up sat/sun. still sticking to my schedule in my faq though, srry loves! i’ll do my best to update as soon as i can. 💗

tags: @taegularities​ @jimidol​ @miinoongi​ @bluesharksandfish​ @ggukkieland​ @unicornbabylover​ @thebeebi​ @preciouschimine​ @ladyartemesia​ @moonchild1​ @jikookiekosmos​ @marcoazz2​ @kootaes​ @wearenot7withu​ @codeinebelle​ @bigbootyjoonie​ @thisartemisnevermisses​ @maichiverse​ @ppeachyttae​ @fairysunooo​ @secretlycrazyhummingbird​ @yukiehyukie​

"I heard you were in an accident last night, babe. Are you okay? I'm so sorry I got mad at you yesterday." Seokjin comes towards you, cupping your face to look at every inch, every detail. You move away from his hold, backing up to give yourself some space.

"Seokjin, I told you to stop calling me that. Jesus. I'm fine. Don't need you to check up on me."

"Are you really gonna keep that up? I said I was sorry."

"Okay, and? I heard you."

"Really, that's it? Y/N, why are you being like this? What's the real reason?" He follows after you as you make your way to the library. To say Seokjin was persistent is an understatement— he was persistent for the wrong reasons. Like, keeping you close so he had you to fall on when things went wrong with another chick, his safety net.

"Because this is done, I don't know how many times I have to tell you. I'm tired of you doing this so, please. Just go." You slightly turn towards him as you climb up the stairs.

"I wanna work this out with you. Don't push me away. Let me help." You don't respond. He watches as you adjust your bag strap and wave at Jungkook. Seokjin chuckles and grabs your wrist gently, making Jungkook suddenly hop on defense as he balls his fists. Like he could do shit. Seokjin would probably wreck his ass with those broad shoulders.

Still. He hated how much of an asshole he was to you.

"Wait, what the fuck?" Seokjin laughs his rare, deep laugh that he uses when he's caught off guard. "You're hanging out with nerds, now?"

"And if I was, that would be none of your business." You snatch your arm away while glaring at him. You shake your head and continue walking towards Jungkook, relieved Seokjin finally left you alone today. Probably off to tell Namjoon, Yoongi and his friends how much of a bitch you've been and that you actually left him to hang out with a nerd.

Sunmi knows you're being tutored. However if that wasn't the case, she would question you, but she never take their side on shit. She remained loyal to you, and always supported you through whatever. That's why she's remained your bestfriend until this day. The senior chicks Seokjin and them hung around with though? Questionable. As long as Sunmi was by your side and you by hers, you both didn't care much for getting close to them.

"Hey, sorry you had to see that." You say as you sigh and set your bag down alongside of you on the long table.

"It's alright." Jungkook replies softly. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. Thanks." You give him a tiny, tightlipped smile. "So, should we get right into tutoring, or should we talk about the details of our deal? I have all afternoon." Luckily, it was quite loud in the loud section of the library. No one cared much to listen in to your secret deal with Jungkook, nor did anyone care because it was Jungkook.

"I do too. I guess, whatever works for you?"

"Let's get this tutoring over with first then iron out the rest." He nods.

"Sure." He pulls out his notebook. "Tell me, what are you struggling with?"

"Everything." He does a small head tilt.

"I doubt that. I'm sure you understand some things."

"No, you don't understand Jungkook. I'm legit drowning. I don't know what I'm doing wrong or where I'm lacking." Jungkook simply looks at you, lips pressed together before he nods. You're not lacking anywhere, he thinks. You're really not. The subject is just shitty and the spawn of the devil.

"That's okay. Well, can I go over some basics? Throw in some tips?"

"Yes, please. Lead the way. I need you." You chuckled, but it makes the heat rush to his cheeks. He hopes you don't catch the rosy tint creeping up on them, so he instantly grabs at the whiteboard near your table and starts to go over the very beginning, the very basics of this semester's OChem class. Maybe a bit from last semester, but last semester wasn't entirely that bad compared to this one.

He didn't expect you to be all that engaged for some reason, but he should have known you'd ask questions left and right, taking the black whiteboard marker from his hand to practice what you've learned with him watching and guiding you from your side. You were always focused, always so determined. You were incredibly smart. Incredibly beautiful.

Honestly, Jungkook go on for days.

The both of you hadn't realized it was nearing close to 5PM and neither of you had really eaten much since lunch. You sit, feeling pretty good about your first session with Jungkook. You feel a little bad having kept him for so long over OChem, realizing you still had things to iron out with him.

[sunmi] 4:34pm: hey babe, not gonna be leaving for a bit. i forgot i had to work on this psych project with jennie. you okay with leaving around 6/7?

"Crap."

"What's the matter?" Jungkook glances at you as you continue to stare at your phone and scroll away.

"Sunmi isn't leaving until later. I'll probably be stuck here for a little longer after you leave." You put your phone down, now resting your chin against your palm, nails slightly digging into your cheek.

"I-I can give you a ride, if you'd like? Plus, we still need to talk.. about stuff." He shyly says.

"Jungkook, that's too much to ask for."

"It's really not a big deal. How far do you live from campus?"

"Maybe a 10 minute drive, the next exit off the freeway." He shrugs.

"I'm going in that direction too."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. We can just talk on the way home."

"Would you be willing to stop by for dinner? We can talk then. Maybe it can be considered our 'first date.'" You joke with a small giggle.

"Oh, sure. Yeah." He gives off a tiny, nervous laugh. "Where did you have in mind?"

"Can we get.. hm—" You hum. "Fire Wings? Down the street?" He almost feels intoxicated watching how your eyes gleam under the light, how they brighten and widen when you mention food. You were cute, and you didn't even know it.

"Only if you tell me what flavors you get." He tries to get smart, which makes you laugh. He made you laugh.

"Is this judgment day? Gonna see if you should call quits on our deal before it even starts?"

"Maybe." He goes along with it.

"Okay. Garlic Parmesan and Dragon." You pack up your things before shooting him a look.

"Okay, solid flavors." He nods. "I guess we can continue on."

"You're funny." You giggle as you both throw your bags onto your backs. You stay in your position until Jungkook comes to your side so you can walk by him. You don't know much about him, but he has a soft demeanor and he makes you feel comfortable. You had only seen him a couple of times across campus, not really noticing him much in class either. You feel a little bad knowing you didn't even try being that he sat behind you, but better late than never I guess? Maybe there was a reason for all of this happening. The way he tutored you today was insane, too— he was super smart, but broke it down perfectly, was patient. He was patient.

No wonder Dr. K loved his ass.

"What about you?" You picked up the conversation.

"I usually go for a dry rub and Garlic Parmesan."

"I haven't tried any dry rubs."

"You can try one of mine later."

"Okay." You suddenly remember to shoot Sunmi a text before she comes looking for you everywhere on campus. Jungkook stays silent beside you, allowing you to do your thing without being too overbearing or nosy.

But, he honestly can't help but glance a few times.

[y/n] 5:11pm: sorry just saw this, hitching a ride with my tutor. don't worry about me! ty ily, have fun working on your project.

[sunmi] 5:13pm: tutor, as in jeon jungkook?

[y/n] 5:15pm: yeah, he offered.

[sunmi] 5:16pm: okay, that was nice of him. if he tries anything tho i'll beat his ass. text me when u get home?

[y/n] 5:17pm: don't worry about him, he won't lol i will.

[sunmi] 5:18pm: kk love u b

"Sorry." You say, tucking your phone into your pocket. "Had to text Sunmi."

"That's okay. You two are really close, right?"

"Yeah, since high school."

"Cool." At this point, Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok are coming out of the café at the same you two are passing.

"What about you, where are your friends?"

"Um." He sighs, trying to avoid his friends obnoxiously waving and calling him from the distance. You glance over from behind his figure, chuckling a little bit. "That's them."

"Cute. You all are really close, too?"

"Ya, I've known Jimin the longest though." You smile and wave at them, causing them to gasp and whisper amongst each other with huge smiles on their faces.

"I'll need to meet them if we're gonna do this thing for real. Do they know?"

"Yeah kinda."

"That's okay. We should probably work on keeping it between us though." He nods.

"Okay, but. Can we save meeting them for later? They're a bit.. much." You smile.

"Sure."

"D-do I have to meet Sunmi?" You nod.

"If you wanna make this believable, yeah."

"She's kinda scary."

"Jungkook, she's not gonna bite your head off. She just has that look, but I promise she's sweet." That look, that resting bitch face. Really, you could be biased because it's Sunmi. She really only had issues if she felt disrespected. Other than that, she meant well. Same with you— you've been accused of being intimidating and having the same look but you don't mean any harm by it.

"Okay." Jungkook unlocks his black 2016 Honda Civic and pops his bag in the trunk. You do the same, while Jungkook goes to open the passenger door for you.

"Thanks." You smile sweetly at him. He climbs into his seat, hitting the button to start the car and sighs. The music in the background starts to play, and it sounds mellow, soothing— like it came straight out of a fairytale. His eyes widen as he rushes to lower the volume before shyly looking at you.

"Sorry."

"What, no. Don't be. What is this?"

"A Final Fantasy lofi mix." He begins to drive off as you turn the volume back up.

"It's nice. Pretty relaxing."

"Ya, it's nice to listen to after a long day." He pushes his glasses up at the light.

"Do you have family here?" He nods.

"I do. My mom and dad live about an hour away. I'm the only child. What about you?"

"Same. They're probably 30 minutes up north."

"Do you live alone?"

"Yeah, I live in a studio. It's actually my coworker's. She bought the space to rent it out. She lets me rent it for pretty cheap though."

"That's nice."

"You?"

"I live with Jimin. Our parents are close."

"What about your other friends?"

"Hoseok is dorming, and Taehyung would rather live back home with his family and commute. He's close to them. He'll crash at ours or Hoseok's from time to time."

"Are you close to your family?" He nods as he turns into the plaza lot.

"I suppose, yes. I'm just really quiet overall, so they think it's hard to read me sometimes." He parks and you watch as he shuts the car off with the same button. "You?"

"Yeah, I'm really close to my mom. Dad, a little questionable."

"Why, if I may ask?" He comes to open your door again, causing you to give him a small smile.

"He, um. Just got into some stuff." He watches as your body tenses while you fiddle with your fingers waiting in line.

"It's okay, don't think about it. I won't ask again."

"It's okay, Jungkook. Really. Maybe another time?" You look up at him and he nods. He stands way taller than you, almost at Seokjin's height, if not the same. He likes to wear baggy, dark clothing and doesn't do much to fix or style his hair.

He's simple, but in a good way.

You both order your food with Jungkook going first so he can grab a table afterwards. Before he could pay though, you offer to cover him for dinner as your way of thanking him for driving you home. You make your way over to the table he snags, Jungkook silently sitting at the high table with his legs pressed together and his hands clasped tightly on his lap.

"You okay?"

"Ya, why?"

"You look tense."

"Sorry. It's not everyday I have dinner with Y/N." You smile.

"Stop, relax." You watch as he slightly eases up. "So, this deal." He nods. "A month?"

"Yeah, I suppose."

"We have to convince people it's real or else people will know something weird is going on." You look at his hand, now resting on the table. "You're gonna have to hold my hand and kiss me, you know?" He swallows the lump in his throat. Shit, he thinks. Don't know if I can actually pull this off?

A kiss?! Fuck.

"Y-yeah."

"When was your last relationship, Jungkook?"

"8th grade." Your eyes widen.

"O-oh, now I see."

"What's that supposed to mean? It's terrible, I know but I—"

"No, no, no. You're good. It's totally okay, it doesn't matter. I'll just have to teach you to make it look realistic and not.. awkward." You perk up again. "Not saying that you are though, okay."

"I know."

"So, are you.."

"Am I..?" He cocks hid head to the side in confusion.

"Like.."

"Just ask Y/N."

"Are you a virgin?"

"I don't know." You furrow your brows.

"Huh?"

"Look, this is gonna sound really embarrassing and I don't know if I'm even ready to tell my fake girlfriend about it."

"Just say it. We have to know things about each other." He sighs.

"I— ugh." He groans. "I did it with my girlfriend at the time. Or I guess my ex because we had broken up and this was sometime during freshmen year in high school and she came onto me out of nowhere at a mutual friend's pool party. But it was weird because we were just hormonal kids and I was just curious so I slipped myself into her only to slip back out right after because—" He's rambling, but you're doing your best to keep up.

"Because?"

"I-I, ugh. Y/N." He shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Are you really gonna make me say it?"

"Jungkook." You lean a bit to try and catch eye contact.

"I came right away." He says just as the worker puts down your food and takes the number from your table.

"Ohhhhhhh." You say as you nod slowly. "Okay."

"You can just run now." His head hangs low as he slowly slides his chicken over in front of him, causing you to chuckle.

"I'm not going anywhere. It's okay. Stop that."

"It's pathetic."

"No. Besides, I know you'll get better overall, and you'll find someone who will rock with you till the end. We'll work on this."

"Thanks." He says, feeling comfortable around you. You were quick to reassure him and smile at him, he felt himself melting in his seat. Yeah, you were too good for Seokjin.

"You'll have to come to parties with me. Club events. Events in general. It won't look right if I'm always going without you."

"Okay. Can I bring my friends?"

"Sure." He nods. "What do you do in your free time?"

"Play video games and listen to music. Read comics, manga. Build lego sets with the guys."

"Cute." You smile.

"You?"

"Hang out with Sunmi, or just watch movies on my own at my place. Read. Eat by myself. Explore by myself. I value my alone time."

"It's nice." Jungkook's familiar with it. Even if he had his friends around, he truly liked being in his own peace when allowed. "What about outside of the public eye?"

"Hm?" You hum.

"Do we hang out?"

"Yeah we can." You nod.

"Cool." He smiles.

"Is my car gonna be a lot of work for you?"

"Don't worry about it, it'll be good soon. Just might take a bit cause I need some parts to make it look brand new again."

"I really can't thank you enough." He shrugs.

"Only trying to help my girlfriend out." He boldly says, causing you to laugh.

"Confidence is peeking through already, are you sure you need me?" You joke. The rest of the evening, you continue to talk to Jungkook about pretty surface level shit— what you like, dislike, overall experience in high school and college so far. It was a nice, harmless conversation, one where you were starting to see how warmhearted Jungkook really was. How real and laid back.

None of the shit in Seokjin's group. It was refreshing, a breath of fresh air.

Once dinner had finally finished, Jungkook was on his way to drop you off. He had parked in an empty guest spot, offering to walk you up just to be sure. At the door, he took a peek at how clean your studio was, mainly soft colors of white and cream taking over, with plants scattered around your living room area. The hallway in was sandwiched between your kitchen area and another wall, Jungkook assuming your bed was on the opposite side of it. He awkwardly stands at the door, afraid of overstepping.

"Well, goodnight Y/N. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Hey, wait." You smile and come close to him. He swallows, his mouth suddenly feeling dry when he feels your breasts press against his chest. "First lesson— give me a kiss."

"Right now?"

"Jeon Jungkook, we're doing this tomorrow. People are gonna have to see this at least once while we're together." He nods and presses a quick kiss against your cheek. "Not bad, but a little longer?" He complies and presses another kiss, leaving his pillowy lips against your cheek for a little longer before pulling away. "Perfect. Now here." You point at your lips before crossing your arms.

"Y/N, I—"

"Don't be afraid, just do it. I won't kick you in the balls or anything."

"It's not that. I just don't think I'm a great at this stuff."

"Okay." You tippytoe and gently grab his jaw while you lean towards his face. "Just relax, okay? Don't think too much of it." He stays silent, doe eyes constantly on you as you continue to inch forward.

Sparks. Just sparks everywhere for Jungkook.

He feels your soft lips against his and he relaxes, moreso because he feels like he's lost all senses being this close to you. Taking in your scent. Kissing you.

"There." He stands still, still trying to process the kiss. "Not bad. We'll get better over time, but at least that looks believable. Just—" You put his hands down as they were about to fall onto your hips during the kiss, but they fell short. "Let it happen and hold me, okay?" You smile. "Night Jungkook."

"N-night." He stutters as he watches you close the door. "Fuck." He whispers to himself when he realizes he's now sporting a boner. "Jungkook, what the fuck is this?!" He continues to whisper to himself as he waddles down your hallway.

[broadstbroskis]

no better company than you | nathan mackinnon

a/n: alright, i’m rolling in late for @antoineroussel oussel summer exchange (thank you love, for running such a lovely exchange again, it was wonderful and i’m glad i was able to particiapte) and i’m very sorry for the lateness! i had the pleasure of writing for the lovely @ghstandpucks​ 💜 again, i am SO sorry about the wait but i hope you enjoy this! 

word count: 3.2k

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“Oh my god, I’m so sorry I’m late!” You slide into the booth and throw your bag down next to you, hoping to god you don’t look as frazzled as you feel; this restaurant is far too nice.

Nate just smiles at your words, too familiar with your family by now to know that you’re always running 5-10 minutes behind. He’s ordered a bottle of wine- a nice rosé, fitting for the beautiful end of summer day- and had already started pouring a matching glass for you the second you started sitting down. “How’d the interview go?”

You bite your lip. “Eh.” 

“I’m sure it went better than you think.” Nate says encouragingly. “You’re too hard on yourself. All three of you are.”

And well, that’s not a lie. Your siblings were just as critical of themselves as you were. Sid was famously known for it and Taylor, your twin, was as bad as you. But…

“Listen to you!” You laugh at him. Nate’s just as bad as the three of you. A mini-Sid in many ways, to many people in your hometown.

But that was in Canada. This was Denver. And here, Nate was cool. Laid-back. Lowkey. Everything a professional athlete should be. Nobody knew about what a dork he really was, except his teammates.

And now, maybe you too, if all went well with this job interview.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” Nate says, looking at his menu to feign ignorance.

You giggle, pulling your own up toward your face. “Sure, buddy.”

It’s not often that you and Nate spend time one on one like this, even if you see him all the time over the summer. He’s usually with your brother when you see him, politely trying to decline your mom’s invites to dinner or already hanging at Sid’s house when you invite yourself over to your brother’s house for pool or lake time. Usually time one on one with Nate like this is brief, usually like in passing while he’s waiting for Sid in the kitchen while you’re eating.

It’s nice. Nate’s funnier than people give him credit for and it’s easy to relax into dinner and conversation, to forget about the anxiety from your interview as you chat about what’s new for both of you and gossip about people you both know.

By the time he drops you off at your hotel, it’s late and you’re too tired (and maybe just on the right side of tipsy) to even worry about the interview. You just barely change into pajamas, run through your nightly routine, and climb into bed, before shutting the lights off. It feels like you’re asleep before your head even hits the pillow. 

In the morning, you’re awoken by the sound of your phone ringing, and it takes a second for you to place the sound, but when you do you pounce on it, recognizing the local area code immediately. “Good morning.” You say, trying your hardest not to sound like you woke up literally thirty seconds ago.

It’s human resources, from the job you interviewed for yesterday.

You got it.

-----

“Ew, no!” Your dad holds his hands up innocently, when you rush over to stop him from unpacking a box. “Why would you put that there?”

“Hey, sweetie, maybe it’s time for a break.” Your mom says gently, exchanging a look with your dad, who nods his agreement enthusiastically.

Which is fair. You’d just about almost taken his fingers off just because you didn’t like where he was unpacking colanders. 

“Dinner!’” Your dad latches onto immediately. “Nate offered to take us all out tonight, I’ll let him know we’re ready.”

“Ready?” You frown, looking down at your workout shorts and baggy t-shirt.

“We’ll be ready in an hour.” He amends, already texting Nate.

Nate knocks on the door to the new condo you’re renting an hour and fifteen minutes later, sheepishly grinning when your dad tells him that you and your mom still need a few minutes. “Thought I had my timing perfect.”

Your dad snorts. “Oh buddy. Keep dreaming.”

He’s not too off on his timing, but unfortunately for Nate, you don’t have too much else going for you in your condo yet. Your dad had gotten your TV all set up, but in addition to the TV and living room furniture, you haven’t gotten much else, and that includes food and beverages. So the two of them sit in mostly silence while they wait another few minutes for you and your mom to finish getting ready. 

“I told you that you should have just met us there.” You tell Nate, as he trips on a box on his way out the door.

“Oh, so this wasn’t deliberate sabotage?” He deadpans.

“You caught me. Just trying to keep you around the city full time until I have time to make better friends.”

Nate laughs, as the two of you follow your parents out the door. “Be nicer to me or I won’t introduce you to my friends.”

“Who said I want to be friends with your friends?”

“Children.” Your mom turns to look back at you and Nate smiles at her innocently, but it’s been a while since that’s fooled her. “Do we need to stay home?”

It serves to get the two of you moving, even as you laugh at her joke. Nate drives you to another one of his favorite restaurants, and dinner flies by, with Nate insisting on picking up the tab, even when your dad tries to fight him on it. 

It’s started to cool down a little by the time you’re walking back toward the car, Nate and your dad still fake-fighting about paying for dinner, and you find yourself not realizing you’re smiling at the two of them as you walk behind them until your mom bumps your shoulder. “A few hours off for dinner with some good company was just what you needed.” She says.

And even though the smile on her face seems too knowing, you’re too tired to ask about it right now, so you just nod in agreement. “Yeah, this was nice.” You smile back at her.

-----

Mel Landeskog pokes her head around the corner and you wave at her, trying to catch her attention. “Jesus Christ.” She shakes her head. “I didn’t think he was serious.”

“I mean.” You bite your lip. “I did have to work today.”

“I would have picked you up!” She shakes her head, muttering under her breath, and you know Nate’s going to get an earful from her later. “But no, no. That dumbass just let you come all the way over here by yourself. Sends me a text to come meet you by the door. All casual.”

“I mean.” You send her a look. “Did you expect anything different from Nate?”

It’s the way she looks at you and sets her face that almost has you nervous for Nate. You’ve known Mel for a long time now, but really, you don’t know her from more than just years of NHL events. “I do now.” She says.

You hope Nate knew what he was getting himself into sending Mel a text to come find you earlier.  

Once she leads you up into the box with some of the wives and kids, she’s back to smiling and laughing, making introductions all around. The mood all around is light and easy, everyone excited for the home opener of the season, and happy to be back with everyone again. 

It’s fun to be back in this atmosphere. Hockey’s been a part of your life for so long and there’s truly nothing like the energy of the first game of the season. You feed off the energy, catching up with some familiar faces and chatting with all the other girls, probably too excited when they invite you to a girl’s night later in the week, but it feels good to have plans that don’t involve trying to invite yourself to Nate’s when you’re bored.

“Hey, good job tonight.” You nudge him afterwards, catching up with him in the family room.

He laughs, pulling you in for a hug. “A little different than what you were used to?”

“It lived up to the hype, I guess.”

“I’ll turn you from a Pens fan.” Nate promises. 

It’s your turn to laugh. “Feel Sid’s wrath.”

“What’s he going to do? Check me into the boards? Bring it.”

Nate’s been hanging out with your brother and your family for years now, so he should really know better by now. “Okay, buddy.” You pat his shoulder patronizingly. “Sure.”

“I could take him.” Nate insists. 

“Throw hands. Next game. I dare you.” 

He side-eyes you, because you both know that’s not going to happen and it’s only a minute before you’re both laughing. 

“I better see you on Friday!” Ashley Kadri shouts out to you as she’s walking past with Naz and Naylah, interrupting your laughter. “No excuses!”

“I’ll be there!” You call back. “Promise!”

When you look back, Nate’s pouting-exaggerated, albeit, but pouting. “Are you ditching me this Friday?”

“Yup. Found better company.”

“How dare you?” He cries. “There is no better company.”

“Well.” You shrug. “I’ll know for sure after happy hour on Friday.”

“Find your own ride home.” Nate says and then he starts speed walking away from you at an absurd speed.

“Nate!” You protest, jogging to catch up and he finally slows down enough for you to catch up when you round the corner, bumping your shoulder right back when you purposely bump into him in retaliation.

-----

No one lets loose like a group of moms when they’ve got a night without their kids.

Someone has mentioned this to you before, at a bachelorette party or a wedding or something, but you don’t think you’ve ever seen it really in action before until this happy hour. 

“If the waitress comes back, order me another drink!” Kerry calls, before running off to the bathroom.

The waitress nods at her, before addressing the rest of you. “Another round?”

“Oh, please!” Mel nods quickly and repeatedly.

“Can we get a few more orders of mozzarella sticks too, please?” You look down at the empty plates in front of you. “And maybe some nachos too?”

“Yes!” Jackie lights up across from you. “Great call!”

It pretty much only goes downhill from there and by the end of the night, both Mel and Ashley are crying for reasons no one is sure of entirely and you’re pretty grateful to see Nate among the group of husbands and boyfriends to come to pick up all their girlfriends.

So grateful you scream his name the second you see him. “Nate!”

He winces, trying to pull his ear away from you, but he’s laughing. “Guess you had a good time, huh?”

“Uh huh!” You nod enthusiastically, not realizing how loud you are until he winces again.

Nate laughs. “Alright, I think it’s time to go home.”

You gasp loudly. “I can’t leave my new friends!”

“Your new friends are all leaving you!”

You frown, but look around and realize he’s right. Naz has already sneakily pulled Ashley out of the bar and Gabe and Erik were collecting Mel and Jackie’s things. “Oh.”

“Oh?” Nate parrots. “Come on, get your stuff, crazy girl.”

“Hey!” You protest, grabbing your purse. “I am the least crazy person in my family.”

“I hate to break it to you.” Nate says, as he guides you into standing. “But that’s not saying much.”

He’s right, but you bump him with your shoulder anyway as you walk past. That’s about sibling honor and shit.

Nate parked too far away and by the time you reach his car, you’re leaning on him, the adrenaline from hanging out with friends wearing off quickly. Nate’s nice about it, guiding you to his car and then helping you into his front seat before heading around to the driver’s side. 

“You guys had a fun time then?” Nate says, once he’s started driving and you’re half asleep leaning against the window. “Looks like it at least.”

“Yeah.” You nod sleepily. “But you were right.”

He chuckles. “About what?”

“There’s no better company than you.”

-----

Nate becomes pretty clingy after that night, texting and facetiming whenever he’s out of town, and stopping by pretty much anytime he’s got a free minute. It quickly becomes something you look forward to, missing his visits when he’s out of town and looking forward to his calls, smiling when his texts come in and breaking up your work day. And it isn’t long before you realize that you’re being just the same. Sending him messages before and after games. Inviting yourself over for dinner and making Nate cheat on his diet.

In a blessed move from the NHL scheduling department, Sid and the rest of the Pens are scheduled to arrive in town on a Friday morning and aren’t leaving until the end of the weekend. 

They have a practice scheduled for early afternoon, which is perfect for you to wrap up your work day before heading over to watch the end.

Geno lights up when he sees you watching from the glass, the first person to acknowledge you, and skating over in the middle of the drill, leaving behind two shocked linemates. “Mini!” He shouts cheerfully, even as you roll your eyes at your least favorite nickname. All because you happen to be the shortest of your siblings. “Great to see you.”

“You too, Geno.” You smile warmly at him, a little annoyed that you can’t get a giant bear hug from your favorite pseudo-older brother right away. “But I don’t think a few other people feel the same right now.” You jerk your chin back over his shoulder. 

He turns his head quickly but then looks back. “Psh. They’ll get over it.”

You bust out laughing, which is right about when your brother comes over, and in classic Sid fashion, is all about hockey. “Stop being a distraction.”

“I was minding my own business until Geno came over here!” You protest, even as Geno starts laughing and Sid eyes you skeptically. 

“Why don’t I believe that one?” Sid says dryly and sure, maybe you were making faces at some of the guys you knew well as they were passing you, but you weren’t actively being a distraction.

“That’s your prerogative.” You tell Sid, who shakes his head and pulls Geno back for the remainder of practice. 

Practice doesn’t last for too much longer and you spend a few minutes chatting with the coaching staff while you wait for Sid to change. But he and Geno finally come out of the locker room and you stop mid-sentence to throw yourself at your brother.

Sid’s laughing and so are you, but both of you start laughing even harder when Geno pulls you both into his arms. “Two of my favorite people!”

“Taylor’s going to be so offended.” Kris grins, watching the three of you amused.

“Taylor?” You grin back at him, going for a hug once Geno releases you. “How about his wife and kid?”

“Those are my other favorite people.” Geno reasons.

“Now I’m offended.” Kappy deadpans.

“You’re not even close.” Geno grins, roughing his hair.

Kappy tries to get him right back, but Geno just swats his hand away and then Sid’s shaking his head, like this is just the same shit, different day. “Look what you did.”

You grin, leaning against him. “Not sorry. I’ve missed this entertainment.”

Sid shakes his head. “Then you can round them up for dinner.”

You do. Easily.

Nate had suggested one of the team’s favorite restaurants and you’re happy to see that he’d accepted your invitation to join everyone, even if he rolls in a little late. You’re deep into Kris’ camera roll, looking at pictures of his kids and catching up on stories that you haven’t heard about them recently, so you don’t even notice he’s arrived and said hello already until he blows on the back of your neck.

You jump. “What the hell?”

Nate’s grinning. “Hey.”

You shake your head at him and bump your shoulders against him. “Hey.” You mimic and then turn right back to Kris.

But your shoulder stays leaning on Nate, and it remains there comfortably all night.

-----

Sid’s a little cranky when you first meet him for breakfast the morning after the game and you’re sure it has everything to do with the last minute turnover that cost them the game (and bragging rights over Nate this summer, which is really what he’s probably cranky about).

He gets over it pretty quickly though, and soon the two of you are laughing and talking, catching up about your family and your lives.

“-and I even love my office, the vibes are just great!”

Sid shakes his head. “Vibes.”

You grin. You know he hates that word. “Good vibes.” You confirm.

“So you’re liking Denver?”

“Love it.” You confirm, smiling.

“Meeting good people?”

You eye him skeptically. “Yes dad. I already said my coworkers are great and I’ve been hanging out with Nate and his friends a lot too. It’s good”

“Geno thinks there’s something going on between you and Nate.” Sid says casually.

The jump of your heart is far from casual. “Oh yeah?”

Sid eyes you but his response to that is surprising. “You know if there was something going on between you and Nate that would be okay?” He pauses, watching you again, but your face is completely neutral, purposely not moving. “Right?”

“You know if there was something going on between me and Nate that your opinion wouldn’t matter at all, right?”

He grins, laughing as he nods, but after he takes a bite of pancakes he says, “To you, yeah. To him, it does.”

“Why?” You blurt out, giving yourself away before you can stop yourself.

But Sid doesn’t say anything to that. He grins again and then changes the subject entirely.

-----

You only make it about a day before you’re knocking on Nate’s door, pretty forcefully.

“What’s up?” He swings the door open, with a frown. “You okay?”

“Does what my brother thinks really matter to you that much?” You blurt out. It’s been bothering you ever since Sid mentioned it at breakfast. That you lasted this long was probably a miracle.

Nate blushes and your jaw drops. “It-”

“Oh my god.” You grin delightedly. “Come on, really?”

“That’s not-” He blows out a frustrated sigh. “You’re really going to make me say it?”

You nod, but you’re pretty sure he’s not going to get far into what he’s going to say.

He sighs again. “It’s not about, like, his approval, or shit. It’s just- he’s important to you. So obviously he’s important to me-”

You kiss him. 

“You know that you don’t even have to worry about that, right?” At some point, you’d slid one hand to his hip and the other arm around his neck, and the hand there plays with the hair at the nape of his neck. 

“I’ll argue about that with you later.” Nate says impatiently and so you’re laughing when he kisses you again.

[luigra]

Hello Lui I would like to see the dergins :] -late

HIIIIIII!!!!!! sorry yall I actually passed out last night before I could answer BUT IT'S A BRIGHT NEW DAY AND I AM EXCITED TO SHOW

So these are all the mcyt dragons I have as of right now, Joe and Cleo are fully finished if you don't count scenes and familiars! I started keeping track of this project in Evil X's bio yesterday and I since I returned pretty recently to the game from my hiatus, I am back with ambitions and remaking all the old morphologies and outfits I had,, -_-

And here are some closeups!

This is Joe, and I am lowkey planning to make him a skin too one day to give him the iconic @ on his chest but I am struggling big time with making the skin in Krita so maybe someday later T , T he was one of my first projects on the site and I think he's actually one of my best dragons

This is Cleo, and she was one of my really big projects that I am pretty sure I posted about before a lot! some of the colors didn't turn out as I planned but I was too lazy to do a breeding project to get accurately colored dragons so this was alright too!

The rest are the dragons I am only planning!! I do not have them yet but god i wish I did,,

Zedaph!! he's going pretty slowly, I've had this scry/outfit for ages but I haven't really started on him yet,,, I think he will be my next project after Grian though!

Grian! spent all night tonight planning him out,,, I have even already found some candidates for the project!! The wings caused me a lot of pain, I was originally thinking of going for a more parrot coloring, but the only combinations I could find with coatls were pretty ugly and I didn't like them,,, here are my trials and tribulations below

And finally, GOODTIMESWITHSCAR!!! Anguish and suffering on earth from the fact that fedoras cover the eyes. He's just a dream so far so I don't know if I will actually manage to get a Nature dragon for this and I haven't looked into the options, but I think he could be possible, his colors are pretty common and I don't need ultra-specific shades of brown!

I plan to scry the rest of the hermits as well, and hopefully start working on them more, but this will be a looooong grind.... worst of all my main lair also has plenty of unfinished dragons too y_y but I am determined and this will serve me well when I am bored and need to scry some dragons/outfits! I think it would be cool if for each hermit dragon I would have several outfits in the bio :3