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outofbreath; I'm??? like in love with your theme's background. And theme in general. <3

[ / v \ ) oh thank u <33 ]

#ghostpranksters #ooc

johns bullying me

#shut up john #ghostpranksters

ghostpranksters replied to your post: someone give me a hickey

avert your eyes

#ghostpranksters #i didnt think you were online #oops #hi john

ghostpranksters replied to your post: AND HOW IS EVERYONE THIS ...

uh, i guess ok.

THAT IS GOOD TO HEAR. I MYSELF HAVE HAD A ROUGH TIME LATELY, SO IT IS NICE TO SEE THAT OTHERS HAVE BEEN IN GOOD SPIRITS.

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Yuna fidgeted in her seat. She was fifteen minutes early, but it didn't stop her mind from whirring from thought to thought. She's never-- she's never done this before, go out on a date with someone. She twisted the napkin that had been left on the table in her hands, ripping it up into long strips, winding them around her fingers, before shredding them some more.

The coffee shop they had agreed to meet up with was almost deserted, causing the music that was playing softly to seem louder than it actually was. The room was small, with polished wooden floors and a soft brown painted on the walls.

She glanced at the clock that hung on the wall. Ten minutes. She bit her lip, debating whether to order a coffee from the barista or not. Would it be rude to not wait for him? She didn't know. Yuna looks at the clock again; nine minutes.

The door swings open, hitting the bell above it and causing it to ring. A boy, taller than her, skinny, and wearing a sky blue cotton shirt stumbles in, his cheeks painted red from the cold. He pushes his thick wired glasses farther up on his nose, rubbing his hands together as he looks around the room.

His eyes land on her, and he smiles, his blue eyes lighting up. Yuna blushes, laughs as his cute buck teeth are revealed. He stops thought, looks at the empty table, then to her, then back to the table. The coffee machine rattles as it spits out a latte for a customer, and John nods his head towards the counter, never taking his eyes off of her, a smile still on his face, but softer now.

(She was hit with a distant memory of a field, falling stars and dancing fireflies lighting up his face. But it was gone as soon as it came, and she forgot all about it, except for a slight feeling of déjà vu.)

Coffee? her mind supplies. Yuna nods her head, leaving the bundle of torn up napkins on the table as she stands and makes her way over to him. Her face feels hotter the closer she gets to him. Her eyes find the clock again as the hands click to four, and Yuna ducks her head smiles as his hand moves from his side to her wrist, sliding down to tangle his fingers with hers.

She stumbles on her order, (a caramel mocha with extra whipped cream), but it's okay, because he does too.

#ghostpranksters #here is that response drabble to your prompt #do u think it's cute i think it's cute #how cliche though right they're in a coffee shop #drabbles

ghostpranksters replied to your post: help dadmun out

theme-hunter.tumblr.com… ; i always use this blog to look for themes!

[[ i use that blog a lot too! my problem is that its themes are way more suited for a personal - i need to be able to display a lot of info and links for this blog.

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ghostpranksters replied to your link: FOLLOW MY WONDERFUL SON, IF YOU'D LIKE.

this is the best prank you’ve ever pulled.

IF YOU'D LIKE TO THINK OF IT AS THAT, YOU MAY.

I COULD USE A BOOST TO MY PRANKSTER'S GAMBIT.

#ghostpranksters #IT IS NO PRANK THOUGH.