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dominicfikue · 12 days

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wait pls write a lil blurb on this pls pls pls

— come home. ft. exbf!boxer!matt sturniolo!⠀ׁ⠀ㅤ © ㅤ dominicfikue.

this was starting to become a weekly routine for you two— matt banging on your door in the middle of the night, bloody and hunched over as he practically pleads for you to open the door.

you’d put up a fight every time, crossing your arms over your silk robe & telling him to find someone who gives a fuck ( knowing you care.. maybe a little too much ). eventually, you accept defeat and mutter to yourself, stepping to the side to let him in.

“just go wait in the bathroom.” you groan, closing the door behind him before walking into your bedroom to grab a first aid kit. a pained laugh & smile comes from the brunette who leans against the wall, dirty jokes already brewing in his knocked up head. he doesn’t get a chance to voice them though, the stinging from his injuries catching his tongue. when you come back to see him still in the same spot, you close your eyes & pray to a higher power to give you the strength.

“y’know i have work in the morning, matt. you can’t keep doin’ whatever this is.” you scold as you help him limp to the restroom. a sigh of relief leaves his lips when he takes a seat on the closed toilet. you kneel in front of him, opening the kit and grabbing what you need. “this is the the only way i get you to see me. when i call or text, no answer… so.” he breathes out, sliding out of his jacket & white t-shirt.

suddenly, the air is thick and any saliva that resided in your mouth, now gone. his words had such an effect on you, the smallest phrases reeling you back in like a fish. not to mention, he was half naked in your bathroom! you clear your throat as you press a alcohol pad atop one of many wounds, a hiss coming from the boy.

“jesus fucki— fuck!” matt curses, squirming as his eyes snap shut. you narrow your eyes at him as you remove the wipe, placing gauze and a bandage over the cut. “okay.. stop moving! it’ll be over faster if you just sit still.” you sigh, sitting up on your knees.

“mhm. whatever.. just hurry. this shit hurts.” he whimpers.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋ 🐇

you place the last bandage on his lower stomach, giving it a light tap to gain his attention. “all done.” you tell him, picking all the paper and pads up from around you. he stands up slowly, his frame making it’s way to lean up against the sink. matt’s gaze lands on you as you throw the paper away, standing up too. “yeah.. um thank you.. for this. you didn’t have to.” he swallows, time around him seemingly slowing down.

“i know i didn’t. i should’ve just let you knock.” you mumble with a shake of your head, your body slowly moving closer to his. matt’s eyebrows furrow, not sure how to feel about what you’re saying.

“so why didn’t you?” he asks, his index lifting your chin, making you look at him. you knew why. everyone around you knew why. even though it had been months, you still loved him. that soft spot you had for him never disappeared so when he shows up, injured and begging for you, why wouldn’t you help?

“felt like being a good samaritan tonight.” you shrug, the eye contact between you two never faltering. a smile and a hum comes from the boy, his hand moving slowly towards your throat. “every good samaritan deserves a reward, don’t you think?” he questions, his head dipping down slightly. your faces are only inches apart, your lips brushing against each other teasingly. “depends on what the reward is.” you whisper, your fingers reaching up to weave through his hair.

“maybe something like this….” he trails off, catching your lips in a passionate kiss. his hand around your throat squeezes the flesh, earning a low moan from you. your lips move in sync, all that time apart and every single emotion bubbles up, causing the kiss to get more & more heated.

he was home & so were you.

a/n: FINALLY DONE FFFFFUCK! this might not be my best work but i’m too lazy to rewrite sooooooo here ya go 😭😭😭. enjoy!

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dazednmatthews · 10 days

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the ending is the same every damn time ~m. sturniolo x reader

exbf!boxer!matt x reader

based on this ask and post by @dominicfikue it was literally just tew good not to write yall. all creds for the idea and inspo to them <333

“everybody’s wants to know,

how it felt to hear you scream

they know you walk like you’re a god

they can’t believe i made you weak.”

the air was thick with the smell of sweat and cigarettes. the volume was on level a thousand, voices clashing in their efforts to be heard. the sound of men yelling followed wherever y/n went, possibly the worst noise there ever was.

she stood towards the back of the room, tight skirt riding up her thighs slightly. she gripped her purse tightly, making sure to keep aware of all the men coming and going around her. she hated this fucking place and she hated that she was here. it never stopped her though.

he was next, the very reason she would ever be in a place like this. she wasn’t supposed to be there; swore she was done entertaining this fucked-up, no-win cycle they’d found themselves in. yet, despite herself, she could never ignore the chance to see him. he’d always had a way of getting her to do the unthinkable.

the crowd ramps up the volume as she looks up and sees him, matt, enter the ring. it’s a shitty, smaller than normal caged in ring, sat on a lifted stage. he’s shirtless, black shorts slung low on this hips, hands wrapped. his tattoos are highlighted by the top-bright over head lights, his entire body coated in a deep yellow. it’s something out of a wet dream, the way he stands there, cocky smirk adorning his full lips.

y/n catches a glimpse of the silver chain she gifted him on their year anniversary, sitting prettily against his collarbones. it makes her pinch her eyes closed. attention whore, she thinks, shaking her head.

when she opens her eyes again, matt’s staring right at her, despite the distance she was from him. it’s like he could pick her out from the crowd immediately; like his eyes could find her anywhere.

his right eyebrow is raised, questioning her. she doesn’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction, just standing in the same place, forced bored look painted on her features. what she’d never admit though, is that her heart is beating out of her chest and there’s a warmth pooling in her stomach. ‘cause fuck, he looked good.

his smirk widens as he chuckles to himself. matt shakes his head, sliding his eyes from his opponent back to her. he nods at her, and that she does react to. she rolls her eyes, making a ‘shooing’ motion, as if to hurry him.

he laughs louder that time, to which the man in front of him bristles at. there are words exchanged between them briefly, before the whistle is blown and it’s time for the show.

thing about matt and y/n, is that they both have an insatiable need for each other’s attention. they performed for each other, addicted to the other’s fateful gaze. y/n showing up here, out of the blue, in the shortest skirt she owned and the tightest top she could find was her way of forcing matt to see her. the way matt was fighting tonight, showboating and landing particularly harsh jabs to the stomach of his opponent was his way of making sure she knew that he was still as mesmerizing as he’s always been.

the way he moved around the ring was hypnotic. the way he deflected hits and hurled them back ten times faster, made her knees feel like jelly. he was a hurricane; all consuming and unavoidable, commanding the space in a way that no would in the world could compete with.

y/n leaves her place leaned up against a balance beam, slinking further into the crowd. his plan had obviously worked, her need to be front and center driving her closer. she slips through the crowd seamlessly, drunk and distracted men too fussed with the view to stop a pretty girl moving around them. there’s women there too, eyes trained on matt hungrily. they hung on to his every move, whispering between themselves.

“he’s so fucking hot,” a blonde says, fanning herself. “i would give anything for him to fuck my brains out.”

her friend nods in agreement. “he could definitely throw me around.” she sighs. “whoever he’s going home to is so fucking lucky.”

she can’t help but smirk to herself, continuing her path. when she was just a couple people back from the area surrounding the cage, matt delivers an especially heinous punch, that leaves the man in front of him reeling. he’s knocked back, disoriented. when a couple seconds pass, matt cocks his head.

“had enough yet?” he taunts, circling the space leisurely, like a vulture. his steps are slow and menacing, sweat glistening in the light. y/n swears she almost passes out with the rush of need that takes over her body.

“fucking pretty boys,” the man in front of him spits, wiping the blood from his mouth. “can’t wait to rearrange that face.”

matt snorts, cracking his neck. “time’s ticking then, sweetheart.” y/n can practically see the steam coming from the man’s ears at the name.

when he lunges again he manages to send a punch straight to matt’s face, followed by one to his gut. it has y/n wincing and turning her head. this was the part she couldn’t stand; watching matt get hurt. despite how many times during their relationship he reminded her it was inevitable, it never made it any easier to see.

but unfortunately for the man, who was feeling proud after that, matt simply spits to the side, and in the span of seconds, sends a deadly combo to him, the sickening crack! of a bone echoing around them. he doesn’t stop, jab after jab connecting.

one last punch and the man is out cold, falling to matt’s feet with a loud thump. the ref counts down, and when there’s no movement, they declare matt the winner.

it’s electric, the way matt looks at her, flashing her a million dollar grin. he takes the cash, and of course, sends the audience a bow, which they go crazy for. y/n shakes her head with a smile, just knowing he got off on it.

only thing is, she can’t judge him too hard. cause the way he looks in that ring and the way winning made him light up, she got off on it too.

“stop moving,” y/n grumbles from atop her bathroom counter, cotton swab in hand. matt’s palms are laying flat against her thighs, squeezing the flesh tightly when she applies the disinfectant to his eyebrow.

“it fuckin’ hurts,” he says, blowing a breath out. she can’t help but roll her eyes at the irony. he’s dressed in the loose fitting sweatpants she loves a little too much now, black tank top hugging his frame.

“aren’t you supposed to be mr. tough guy? suck it up.” he swats at her thigh and she laughs, applying the bandaid.

it always ended up like this. matt finding his way to her after a fight. they’d been broken up the longest they ever had, a whopping six months, but it never stopped the inevitable. together or not, they would find each other anywhere. they were magnets, pulling towards each other but pushing away when they got too close. it was exhausting really, how bad they seemed to need one another but could never make it last.

when she’s finished fixing him up, y/n drops the trash into the garbage below her, leaning back against her mirror. matt’s eyes are more pupil than iris, dark and enthralling.

y/n raises her hand, gently swiping her thumb against his cut lip. “you’ve got to stop showing up here, matt.”

his stare doesn’t let up. “stop letting me in.”

there’s endless meaning under the statement. she hates that he’s right. because as many times as she tells him not to come, she’s always opening the door, to both her apartment and her heart, which isn’t good for either of them.

matt leans forward, angling his head to find her neck. his lips ghost underneath the shell of her ear, breath fanning the skin.

“we’re broken up for a reason.”

“which is?” his hands are wandering, making the warmth in her stomach spread. one of them is lodged in between her thighs now, the other gripping right below her chest.

y/n’s breathing is a lot heavier than before. “because you’re an inconsiderate dick that can’t communicate.”

matt trails his nose across her jawline. “mmm.” he hums, leaving an open mouth kiss on the base of her throat. “and you’re a neurotic bitch that doesn’t trust me.”

the words sound honey sweet falling from his lips and y/n can feel her resolve crumbling. if she was being honest with herself, it was paper thin to begin with. it always was with him.

“right,” she says, snaking her hand up and gripping the hair at the nape of his neck roughly. she yanks his head back, looking him directly in the eye. “call me a neurotic bitch for caring.”

it’s wicked, the way they get off on fake-hating each other. there’s fire building where matt’s hand is inching closer and closer to her center, fingers grazing her underwear.

“i know you care,” he purrs, the hand that was on her chest coming up to grip her jaw tightly. “you’re so good to me, baby.”

matt’s hand leaves between her legs, pressing flat against her back and pushing forward. she wraps her legs around his waist. they’re chest to chest now, breath mingling.

y/n looks at him through her lashes, pressing her heels into his back. she rakes her nails down his chest, feeling him shiver under touch. she can feel him through his sweats, hard and unrelenting. there’s a storm behind his eyes, basically begging her to close the distance. it makes her feel like a god, the way she has him hanging on to every move she makes. matt, this powerful and intimidating presence of a man, just a puddle underneath her fingertips.

“yeah,” she says, kissing the corner of his mouth. “and you don’t fucking deserve it.”

she unhooks her legs and hops off the counter, pushing him back before opening her bathroom door. matt curses under his breath, following her helplessly.

she may be a great actress, but her skin is vibrating with need for him. her pulse feels one beat away from a heart attack and there’s a layer of sweating coating her head to toe. her desire is burning her core from the inside out, begging to be touched by him.

“no way you’re walking away from me right now,” matt whines, standing at the entrance of her en-suite, watching her open her closet.

she does it to torture him, undressing sinfully slow. she’s in nothing but her bra and underwear, his favorite dark blue set, when she stands in front of him.

“nothing to walk away from, matt.” y/n shrugs. “you made sure of that.”

a muscle in his jaw ticks. “you broke up with me, y/n.”

“which time?” salt in the wound.

when she turns from him, he grabs her arm, pulling her towards his body. “fuck this. i miss you.”

her eye roll is immediate. “you always miss me, matt.” his hands are gripping her ass desperately.

“exactly,” he snaps the band of her underwear. “it’s been six months, baby. when are you gonna stop torturing me?”

“hmm,” she thinks, looping her arms around his neck. “how about never?”

much to matt’s distaste, she steps away from him again. y/n ignores every nerve ending in her body, screaming to walk back over there and fuck him senseless. if she was one thing, especially when it came to her ex-boyfriend, it was prideful.

she’s sliding her shorts up her legs when he asks it. the most left-field, unexpected thing possible. “do you still love me?”

she pauses, turning to him with a blank look on her face. there’s a panicked feeling funneling through her veins. tension she can deal with. their on-again-off-again, ‘who’s gonna fold first’ game was fine. feelings were too much. “what?”

“you heard me.”

“what does it matter?” she sighs, avoiding his eyes.

he’s everywhere, all at once. in front of her, hands in her hair, searching for her eyes. “cause i do.” his voice feels far away as she forces herself to disconnect. matt makes her look at him. “never stopped.”

it’s too much, entirely too much. but matt knows her, knows how to bring her back. his lips are on hers before she can answer. he’s kissing her like a man starved, both hands cupping her jaw. it’s like everything in her collapses, the way she melts into him.

it’s teeth and tongues and fervor. matt’s swallowing her whole, sucking every single lie she wants to say right out of her throat. it’s a fucked-up sort of peace offering; he’s telling her she won.

y/n knows she’s done for. she’s falling head first into the trap all over again. she can’t bring herself to care.

when they pull apart, she’s breathless. “you’re a bastard.”

it doesn’t deter him. “be my girlfriend again.”

she shakes her head. matt kisses from her lips to her collarbones, sucking the skin harshly. he’d always been keen on marking her. made him feel otherworldly, knowing only he could do it.

“come back to me,” he whispers, nipping at her throat. she can’t help the moan that escapes. “i need you back, sweetheart.”

“matt,” she warns, or pleads, she’s not really sure. “don’t say shit you don’t mean.”

“i’m serious.” he says instantly, stopping his movements and connecting their eyes again. his tone goes soft. “i want it for life this time.”

that sends her reeling more than any touch ever could. she’s searching his eyes for that arrogant, playful look he always has. when she doesn’t find it, she feels her heart constrict. she knows it’s futile, denying him. she realizes she doesn’t want to.

“last chance, matt.” she says. he nods. “i won’t do this if nothing changes.”

“everything’s changed.” the smile, the one he wears exclusively for her, the one that makes his eyes light up is on his face, and she thinks he’s never looked sexier than in that moment.

“okay.” she says simply, because there’s nothing else she has to say. because matt knows what’s on the line, and he doesn’t want to fuck it up.

when they kiss this time, it’s different than any other night he’s found himself at her apartment. it’s a promise. one that y/n has to let herself believe is true.

it’s strange, the love they share. the red hot, brutal depth of it. it’s unexplainable and unforgiving. something only them will ever know.

just how they like it.

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loveebot · 1 month

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lovie’s request “rules” (not really)

please please pleaseee try your best to send in a prompt i can fully respond to. “cowboy!matt and americana!reader” isn’t something i could really respond to. i mean i could, but yk give a little more to my imagination please and thank you🎀

some examples : you could send in something like a question — “would toxicex!nate (your idea)”. or you could send in one of your own rambles and i’ll take it into interpretation — “just thinking about frat!chris doing/saying/whatever (your idea)”. or you could say smth like “would/how would/just thinking about” football!matt and bambi!reader (your idea)

you can either request from these !readers/!(chris, matt, or nate) or come up with your own (i lovee new ideas)🎀

the !readers

fem!reader (regular)

bunny!reader

puppy!reader

teddy!reader

kitty!reader

y2k!reader

bambi!reader

snake!reader

gingerkitty!reader

goldenretriever!reader

the !boys (can be matt, chris, or nate)

boyfriend!

fratboy!

toxicex!

babydaddy!

bfb! (best friend’s brother)

bbf! (brother’s best friend)

fwb! (friends with benefits)

cowboy!

dealer!

hockey!

exbf!

football!

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fawning-moved · 6 years

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i remember one time i wanted to ask my exbf to Give Me Attention (like that good teasy gay attention), and i was literally so embarrassed but i promised myself it would be worth it, so after five minutes of fighting with myself, i asked and he was c o n f u s e d and like didn’t know how to react and he basically said “,,,,,,,,,,,, i don’t know what u mean,,,,,” and i died a little on the inside. like. asking is embarrassing but having that kind of reaction is humiliating. literally, i think time stopped and my jaw dropped to the floor. a little piece of me Died, it was Bad, but at least i can laugh at it now.

#i told him to forget it had ever happened and was like ‘pretend what never happened?’#and my Stupid Ass thought that was his way of being like ‘okay i’m erasing that from my mind as we speak’#so i was like ‘thank u’#and he was like ‘no seriously whay r u on about?’#and i was like ‘nothing nothing just.... dw’#and he was like ‘..... whatever u say matt....’#poor exbf was dating a weirdo desperate-for-attention gay #matt.txt

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skzsauce01 · 4 years

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Cold, White

Synopsis: While competing in a QR code treasure hunt event at your friend’s Halloween party, an unexpected companion gives you a little company.

A districtninewriters event.

Warning: slight sexual harassment, mentions of creepy-ish props

Word Count: 2.5k

Pairing: gn!reader x exbf!Seo Changbin

Genre: fluff, college party au

Read intro here. Return with the “pink Among Us astronaut” link

But which one?

After a few moments, you spotted two vampires talking softly to each other. It shouldn’t be too hard to strike up a conversation with them, you decided and began walking over. Halfway there though, you turned around, feeling someone or something staring at you back. However, you didn’t spot anything, and turned back around to head towards your destination, all the while still feeling like you had eyes glued to your back.

“Hi,” you greeted, walking up to the vampires. “I’m Y/N. How are you two doing tonight?”

They turned to you, and you immediately regretted choosing them to walk up to.

“Oh, a little skeleton,” one of them smirked, looking you up and down. You crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

The other one slung his arm around your waist and leaned in far too close. “Can I get you something to drink, Lil Boo?”

Oh, you did not skip studying for this. “Actually, I’m going to--”

Out of nowhere, the lights turned off. There were a few screams, but none as loud as the one in your heart when the vampire used the darkness as a chance to slide his hand down to other areas. You tried stepping away, but his grip was strong, so you just squeezed your eyes shut and hoped the moment would pass quickly.

Before he got all the way down, however, you heard a loud crack and felt his hand flying off of you as he tumbled a few feet backwards.

“What on earth, man?” he cursed, and you were suddenly aware of a new presence beside you.

The newcomer made a weird noise as if he was breathing through a machine and turned towards you. He offered you a hand, and when you tentatively put yours into it, he dragged you away, leaving behind the vampires.

“Thanks,” you gasped once he finally stopped at a faraway corner.

He placed one hand on his hip and used the other to rub the back of his… head? It was much too big to be a human head, you decided. Was he wearing some sort of mask? It was hard to see in the dark, but he sensed your curiosity and leaned forward for you to take a better look. You reached for it slowly, and when he didn’t resist, you placed your hands onto his costume. The majority of it was warm and fabric-y except for where your thumbs landed. There, it was cold and possibly white like a one-way glass. A visor of some sort, you decided, and tried to push it up to see his face.

As soon as you do, however, he jerked back and quickly shut the glass back down.

“S-sorry,” you stuttered out.

He seemed too distracted to respond to your apology. You turned to see what he was looking at and saw smoke rising from BamBam’s mezzanine. Was there a fire? No, the kitchen is to your right. Before you could question any further, the lights came back on, but only on the second floor, casting a spotlight over your best friend who stepped grandly out of the smoke.

“Good evening, ghouls and fools, snitches and witches!” his voice boomed. “Are you ready for tonight’s main event?”

Ah, that’s right. The reason why BamBam’s parties were so popular was because there was always a special kick to them, be it a go cart race or a game of Running Man. This must be why the lights are off, you realized.

“Around the house, I have hidden a QR code on each floor of the house. Each one will give you a couple of words which when unscrambled will give you the name of the item. The person who makes it to the backyard gazebo first with their item first wins,” he explained. “Each code is locked by their own minigame which you have to complete to access, but of course, your efforts will not be without reward.” There were a few ooh’s at that announcement. “Whoever brings me their time first wins… two tickets to the Caribbeans!”

Your ears perked up at that; maybe you were glad to have skipped studying after all. The Caribbeans! You’d heard many good things about that vacation spot and had always wanted to go with someone special. Someone special. You looked sadly down at your hand that felt oddly empty without a familiar warmth around it.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Go!” prompted BamBam.

Around you, footsteps of partygoers dispersed in a frenzy and excited squeals filled the air. You looked around, surprised to see the masked man still standing beside you.

“Are you going to participate?” you asked.

Instead of answering, he pointed at you.

“Me? Yeah, I guess I am.”

He seemed to perk up at your answer and shyly tugged on your sleeve.

“Do you want to come with me?” you guessed.

He nods.

“Alright, but if you win, you’ve gotta give me one of those tickets,” you joked, but to your surprise, he agreed to your condition readily.

The first minigame was not hard to find since there was a crowd around it. It was a simple ring toss game where you had to throw pumpkin shaped hoops onto brooms labeled with different point values until you reached 100.

The task proved to be more difficult than anticipated, but you were making considerable progress compared to others because your pink friend ran back and forths, picking up your rings for you.

At last, you got to a hundred, and the gamemaster revealed the code to you. You scanned it with your phone and read the clue.

친. (Chin)

Satisfied, you looked up, expecting to see the astronaut throwing his rings. Instead, you found him waiting for you just around the corner.

“You aren’t participating?” you asked, walking up to him.

Again, instead of answering, he pulled you by the sleeve to the next floor. By the pep in his step, you could imagine him smiling behind that cold white mask, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he knew something you didn’t.

You nearly laughed when you saw what challenge awaited you on the next floor. The room was decorated to the top with zombies and blood, but at the center of it all was a wizard stirring a pot labeled “love potion.”

“Who dares step foot into my lair?” hissed the sorcerer with an accent that was too over the top even for his character.

“Just tell us what the mission is, Felix.” You shook your head with a smile. You knew Felix through your ex-boyfriend, and you stayed in touch even after whom you thought was your soulmate left you for college.

Felix faltered for a moment from you calling him out, but quickly recomposed himself. “Very well, brave one. Your next mission is to prove that my potion works.”

You raised a brow. “How?”

“By drinking it, of course. And then--” he smirked in a way that set off alarms in your system-- “kiss me.”

“Oh, come on. What are we, twelve?” you scoffed at the reverse kissing booth challenge. Still, you crossed your arms and stepped over plastic bones and foam eyeballs to make your way over to him.

When you were about halfway, you noticed Felix’s smirk suddenly growing wider and questioned why. Your curiosity was soon satisfied, however, when the pink astronaut suddenly overtook you with large strides and beat you to the cauldron.

“Hey!” you complained, but your words fell on deaf ears.

The pink man kept his face turned away from you as he flipped up his cold white visor and downed the potion. It must have tasted horrible since this was a challenge after all, but he didn’t miss a beat slamming the now-empty vial on an adjacent table and planting a smooch squarely on Felix’s green face. He then flipped his visor back down and gestured at your phone.

“Me? Scan?” you frowned. “But you--”

Growing impatient, he took the phone from you and scanned Felix’s code. He then stuffed the device back into your hands and dragged you up the next flight of stairs.

You questioned his sudden change in demeanor but kept it to yourself. Instead, you looked at the next clue.

자. (Ja)

As soon as you arrived on the third floor, you immediately decided that its minigame was the hardest. Your eye twitched, not that anyone could see it doing so since the floor was completely blacked out. The only thing you could see was some glow-in-the-dark thread, and you were supposed to thread it through a normal, matte needle.

“This can’t be possible,” you deadpanned.

The gamemaster, someone you couldn’t see but very much wanted to give a piece of your mind, “wooooo’ed” unhelpfully at your misery.

Your eyes struggled to switch between the different light levels, making your whole body tense up and your hand to shake. You let out a frustrated grunt after your nth attempt. By then, other competitors also entered the room, making you nervous and even more shaky.

As you were about to hang your head in surrender, you saw a pink glove clasping over your hand and steadying it. The touch sent a familiar sense of electricity up your spine, but you ignored it in favor of the task at hand. Together, you finally got the thread through after five tries.

“Yes!” you celebrated, startling a few other competitors around you.

The gamemaster handed you a slip of paper with the code on it, and your new friend led you to the exit by hand. When you realized that his hand hadn’t let go of yours since the game, a blush crept over your cheeks. You cleared your throat twice to push down the heat, but it seemed the astronaut took it the wrong way and immediately dropped it and looked at you with worry.

“It’s fine,” you shook your head when he started bowing. “I, uh, I just had something in my throat. I should thank you, actually, for helping me back there… and for all the times before that too.”

He stared at you for a few moments, looking down as he was a few steps above you on the staircase, and you couldn’t help but wonder again what he was hiding behind that cold white mask. Just as you were about to reach forward again, however, he turned back around and resumed climbing the stairs.

The last minigame was on the roof. There, a sign greeted you, telling you that multiple QR codes are hidden around the place, and that you had to find one of the many to complete your word hunt.

You looked at the code you received from the thread game. 구 (gu), it read. What could the last hint be?

You and your pink friend looked and looked, but struggled to find anything. BamBam sure didn’t make things easy for you, did he, you scoffed dryly, looking at all the pools of slime and hollowed out pumpkins where the code could be hiding.

It didn’t help that it was particularly cold that night and that you were on the roof of a three story house. As you shuffled around some prop mummy’s linen for the code, you felt a chill run up your body.

The astronaut must have been at least ten broomsticks away, but as soon you shivered, you heard him walking right up to you.

“Hey. Did you find it?” you asked, not grasping why he was here.

He shook his head and rubbed his hands up and down his upper arms before pointing at you.

“Me? Yeah, I guess it’s a little cold, but I’m okay. Let’s just find this thing quickly and head back down.”

You turned back to your mummy, but your new friend didn’t move. Despite wanting to keep you warm, he realized he wasn’t equipped with a jacket to give you.

Finding nothing in the mummy, you moved on to the next coffin, oblivious to the man’s distress behind you, and patted down a plastic vampire for any goods. As you were distracted, you didn’t realize a figure looming over you from behind. By the time you noticed the shadow being casted over you, it was too late to avoid--

“Wha--”

-- the hug.

The pink astronaut, unable to come up with any other solutions, decided to share his body heat with you. It warmed you up alright, but you weren’t sure if it was because of him or the fire that ignited on your cheeks.

“H-how are we supposed to search like this?” you stuttered.

He thought for a minute before waddling side to side to show you how you could walk.

You chuckled at his antics. “This isn’t going to--”

And then you saw it. Right there. Stuck on his arm. The last QR code.

“You found it!” you exclaimed, surprising him with how quickly you whipped out your phone and took a picture of the code. “You must have brushed up against it when you were looking around.

This time, you grabbed his hand and made your way downstairs to the backyard as the scanning process loaded on your phone. Once there, you looked at your last clue.

“남(nam),” you read aloud now that no competitors were around you. “친. 자. 구 . 남.” The words were scrambled, so you read them out a few more times until the realization hit you.

Your eyes widened. “남자 친구(namja chingu). Boyfriend. But I don’t--”

And then you looked up at the pink astronaut. He stared back at you, unmovingly, and your hands gravitated to his visor again. This time, he didn’t stop you, so you pushed the cold, white glass up to reveal the warmest smile you’ve ever seen.

“Changbin…” you breathed, recognizing him right away.

“Y/N, I know no amount of apologies can ever atone for me leaving you, but I’d do anything for you to take me baaaaaaa-aack!”

Without even hearing the rest of it, you dragged him to the balcony where BamBam was waiting.

“I got it!” you shout at your friend. “The item! I’ve got it right here!”

BamBam looked amused. “This is your boyfriend, Y/N?”

“Yes,” you said without missing a beat. Both the boys jumped a little in surprise at your eagerness.

“Alright then,” chuckled your best friend into a microphone. “We have a winner!”

You could hear groans coming from the house as gold confetti rained down from the gazebo. BamBam handed you the tickets and shot you a wink before making himself scarce. You gleamed at the prize until you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Y/N-- oof!”

You attacked Changbin with a hug and wrapped your arms around him, frowning when you noticed he lost weight. “You’re back…”

After overcoming his shock, he returned the hug and patted you on the head. “I’m sorry I left you.”

You shook your head against him. “No, don’t be. You were chasing your dreams. What kind of person would I be if I held you back just because of our relationship?”

“But I hurt you.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you did, so--” You pulled your face away from his body to look him in the eyes-- “make it up to me at the Caribbeans?”

Another loving smile spread across his face as he cupped yours with his hand. “I will, but be warned: I’m never letting you go again after that.”

You laughed together. “Ooh, spooky.”

~ ad.gold

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alexstorm · 3 years

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Saying that there's no proof that Breana and Matt cheated on their partners while calling Alex a cheater is unfair though cause we have no proof here either. He could as well break up with Taylor and fuck Louise right after, and maybe Breana and Matt did the same, only her exbf and Amy didn't cry about it on instagram like Taylor did. We know nothing for sure tbh.

Right! If you wanna believe that.

I guess we’re gonna forget all the posts Louise deleted (if they were innocent why didn’t she leave them up). And the fact she was at his concert like three days after the break-up and without any prior known acquaintance (unlike with Breana and Matt) with him she was left in the backstage area alone. Security wise not very smart unless she’s been around before that. Sure, I’m gonna close my eyes to all that.

#asks

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Kenya Moore's Restraining Order Against Ex-BF Matt Jordan Dismissed Kenya MooreRestraining Order TossedMatt Jordan's Ducking Me 4/27/2017 1:59 PM PDT EXCLUSIVE Kenya Moore's ex-BF,

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iamgelai12-blog · 7 years

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Kwentong Lipsticks.

Because there’s a little lipsticks junkie in me&that i have (40++)tubes,bullets of lipsticks and it’s not surprising that i learn more of life’s valuable lesson from lipsticks..

We all know that lipsticks can add colors to your boring lips,lalo pag nasa “lazy days” moment ka or tipong kahit hindi ka pa naligo and your in a hurry to go on a meeting,school or even makita si crush but you have no time to put some make up or even do your famous on fleek na kliay at on point na foundation,

kasi hindi mo ma achieve ng 5 minutes yun,kaya kukuha tayo ng magic sa lipstick konting finger comb lang ng hair and viola your good to go na bes!

pwede ka na umaura sa work,school or even mamalengke kasi lipstick palang

panalong panalo ka na! :)

The overused lipsticks:

When i was in baguio for a vacay last december 2015, my exbf’s mom gave me a high end tube of a lipstick. grabe yung tuwa ko nun kasi pucha ang mahal kaya nun and kuripot ako sa sarili ko hindi ako magwawldas ng pera para lang sa isang tube ng lipsticks (most of my lipsticks bigay bigay lang)going back sa kwento ko.yung lipstick na yun itago nalang natin sa brand X ang tatak nya.ang tagal kong pinangrap magkaroon ng ganun lipstick kasi nga ang bongga bongga ng shade nya and ang fine and smooth nya gamitin

kahit matte sya at sikat talaga sya ineendorse pa sya ng mga sikat ng bloggers and models and even international singer and mas lalo sya sumikat ng yun din pala yung ginagamit ng pambansang yaya ng pinas si yaya-dub! nagkaroon nga ng shortage ng shade nun kahit san mall kami magpunta ng friend ko laging out of stock.kaya feeling ko ang swerte ko nung mga panahon na yun na nabigyan ako.(haha!jusku ang babaw ng kaligayahan)I wore that lipstick everyday because it matched w/everything.gamit ko sya sa office,sa clinic,sa malls,sa church even at the beach!lakas maka chicks bes!

Dahil sa araw araw ko sya ginagamit expected ko na wala pang 2months ubos at pudpud na yun.sabi ko sa sarili ko okay lang may brand X naman sa manila,siguro naman meron pang ganun shade pa sila pag naubos ko.ngunit napuntahan ko na lahat ng kiosk ng brand X pero wala akong nakitang katulad ng binigay saken at ayun na nga confirmed bes! wala pang 2months naubos at napudpud na ang liptsick pero hindi ko pa sya ma itapon tapon,hindi ko alam kung bakit.alam kong hindi ko na sya masusuot uli,pero may reminder naman ako na “once upon a time,i had a high end tube of lipstick”hindi ko nga lang inalagaan bagkus gamit na gamit sya saken.

lesson learned: kapag nahanap mo na yung bagay or tao na sa tingin mo ay perfect na para sa iyo,ingatan at alagaan mo.huwag mong abusuhin.

kapag nawala sila,baka wala ka ng mahanap na kapalit nila.

The Maganda sya pero Made in SG lipsticks:

Isang araw nagtrip kami ng best friend ko na magpunta sa Divi after duty.

may nakita kaming stall na nagbebenta ng mga lipsticks

pucha na pa WOW ako halos lahat ng high end na lipsticks meron sila at ang mura bes,imagine parang 100% off compare sa original price nun sa malls.

bumili kami mga 5 piraso iba ibang shade syempre,,dahil sa mura naghoard kami,nung triny ko gamitin ay bongga nung una,kissproof,long lasting bes,

tipong kayang tumagal sa lips mo ng 3days hahaha talagang pinanindigan nya yung claim nya sa long lasting and kissproof.then habang tumatagal na suot ko yun lipstick na yun parang ambigat sa pakiramdam,nagddry din sya and dahil sa long lasting claim nya kumain na ako ng mamantikang foods nakadikit padin sya sa lips ko..kahit punasan mo ng wet tissue or basain ng water still kapit na kapit sya unless gumamit ka ng make up remover.pag dating ko ng bahay winipe off ko yun ka agad.habang tumatagal nasuot ko yung lipstick na yun feeling ko mas lalong bumibigat parang naka semento feels yung mga labi ko.

maganda sya tignan,eye catching sya,mura pa pero hindi sya meant isuot ng pangmatagalan..kapag sa umpisa palang alam mo na masasaktan ka lang kapag suot mo,huwag muna bilihin.parang pakikipag relasyon lang an eh..

may mga lalaki na good on paper.bagay sayo type mo nga eh kaso panadalian lang sya “boylet”ganern kasi unavailable sya.bakit mo pa itutuloy kung alam mo eventually na masasaktan kalang.kaya habang maaga pa iwasan muna.

lipstick padin ba topic naten dito??hahaha

Lesson learned:kung alam mo na sa umpisa na fake wag muna bilihin

kasi baka masira yan lips mo bandang huli,at kung alam mo ng masasaktan ka bandang huli wag muna ituloy,iwasan muna at baka magiwan pa yan ngscar na hindi muna maalis kailanman.

The lipstick that got away:

May nakita akong magandang shade ng lipstick sa Ig shop,local brand sya

and mura lang kakaiba rin sya sa lahat ng lipsticks kini claim nun na ORGANIC sya and maganda mga benefits nya sa lips pag ginamit non drying and moizturizing din sya nakaka smooth ng lips daw..kaya lang hindi ko sya binili.

kasi hindi sya pang everyday use,mahirap bagayan yung shade nya.saka kakabili ko lang kasi,sabi ko next pay day ko nalang sya bibilihin madami pa naman ata yun stocks and hindi naman siguro ko mauubusan pa..

madalas ko makita sa ig shop yun kasi lagi inaadvertise nung owner yung product nya..ilang pay day yung dumaan hindi ko padin nabibili.hanggang sa dumating yung oras na kailanganin ko ng ganun shade ng lipstick kasi may event akong aatenand,naisip ko agad bilihin yun kasi feeling ko ang perfect nya isuot at gamitin..bagay na bagay saken pag yun yung gamit ko..pero pagorder ko sa ig shop sabi saken nung seller out of stock na daw mga 2weeks na,ang ending bumili ako ng shade na iba na feeling ko hindi matched sa magiging outfit at make up ko pero wala akong choice i need it badly..

Lesson Learned: Kung magpapaligaya saten ang isang bagay,seize it right away!sa kakadelay mo,baka mawala lang sa atin ito mauuwi tayong nagsesettle lang sa hindi naman talaga naten gusto.mas mahirap pagsisihan yung mga bagay na hindi mo ginawa.wala ng mas sasakit pa sa thought na abot kamay mo nalang pinalampas mo pa.

sinong magaakala na makaka pulot ako ng leksyon sa mga lipsticks.kaya nga nakaipon ako at patuloy na magiipon para marami pa akong matutunan sa susunod,i will fin lesson naman sa bags&shoes..

xoxo,

gelai

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