Idia: What’s The Wifi Password?

I would definitely be friends with jamil he has my heart and he also has the vibe of someone I would want to talk to and he would also appreciate my presence (I think) cause I can make him laugh AND I can be a calming and supportive person to him and I love how he—

FORGET ROMANTIC SELF SHIPS FOR A MIN. Who is your fictional bestie?

I FREAKING LOVE THIS MAN SKDNSJNAK

what would it take to make xyx flustered and completely lose his suave and debonair dispotisition. i just wanna fluster the smug guy

Genuine sincerity

IM SOBBING PLEASE—

TEARS OVER BEERS WITH NIGHTOWL . BLAME USER XIAEOM

Isjsjsjsj OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCHJZJSJSJ

Just finished playing and oh boy-oh boiiiii😭💕

Dusja skrunky

your kazuha,,,,,, he’s just a little dude,,,, a little guy if you will

my little scrunkly

adventure time presents

Djznsins NOOO YOU MADE HIM ATTRACTIVE SJSJSJ

society if u had just thrown away ur ex's toothbrush 😑

I CANT WHEN I READ THE FIRST LINE I HAD A HARD TOME BREATHING I LOVE THIS HOUR SHDJSJ

The server is a werewolf pack, who's the alpha that's gonna make mc their mate and how do they do it?

PAIN 

SUFFERING

DEATH,EVEN 

Quest snarls and grabs Nightowl by his neck, throwing him to the floor. Nightowl's eyes light up and he moves as if to lunge back at the alpha.

Toaster places a calm hand on Nightowl's shoulder and the young pup turns with a growl.

"You know how this is going to play out."

Nightowl turns back to Quest, a low rumble in his chest. Quest evenly meets his gaze, unwavering, until Nightowl looks at the floor with a whimper.

Across the room, Xyx glances over at the commotion and picks at his teeth. "Your call, boss."

"That's right. My call."

It's then that they all finally turn to you, and you can't help but shrink back at the intensity of their stares. Quest slowly moves towards where you're seated and crouches at your feet.

"It's alright, angel." He holds his hand out with a warm smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "I've got you."

You can't help but look at Nightowl in that moment. His pained expression is like a knife through your heart. But you've talked about this. He knew. He always knew.

Swallowing, you take Quest's hand and stand with him. He places his large hand on the small of your back and guides you out of the room. When the door shuts behind you, you hear Toaster immediately start to lecture Nightowl.

Quest gently drags his fingers across your back as he pulls you from the door. The hallway is long, winding -- built into the side of the mountain, this hideaway has been perfect for the pack for decades. If only you didn't get lost in it at every turn.

"Where are we going?"

His hand gently slides up past your shoulder blades until it settles on your nape.

"To my room."

He presses gently on your neck and a sigh escapes your lips. Quest can't help the possessive growl that rumbles from his chest as he drops his hand to take yours and pull you towards your future.

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author's note: i had to stop every other sentence to stare at my ceiling and ponder my life choices